The Storm: Safe Harbor
Chapter Fifty-Four
By Gayforkurt
Summary: Kurt and Dave have come to terms with the past but can they battle the envy and jealousy of others to make a future for themselves? This is rated M.
A/N 1: Thanks for your reviews and PMs, folks, you know I love to hear from you. Hang on to your hats now, though, because the undercurrents are gonna be running just a little heavy. ;)
Disclaimer: Messrs. Ryan, Falchuk, et al are the owners of my favorite boys. Only the OCs and situations belong to me, alas.
Kurt came downstairs to see his dad relaxing on the patio, his cap tilted down over his face. Kurt wasn't quite certain he could hear a little snore but he took the lounger next to him as quietly as possible.
Burt Hummel shifted and pushed his cap up slightly, his light blue eyes peering at Kurt from beneath the brim.
"What's up, kiddo, you good?"
Kurt grinned over at him and reached a hand to rub the older man's forearm briefly.
"Yes, dad, really good. How come you're out here alone?"
Burt scooched up a bit to sit up straighter and then whipped off his cap to scratch his head. "I think I heard Carole talking to Mercedes about doing her nails again. They got chipped or something?"
Kurt nodded, remembering he'd overheard something of the sort at breakfast. "Oh, yes, and as I think about it… maybe I'll plan a spa day for the ladies and me tomorrow."
Burt settled back and put the cap on his forehead once more so that the bill was resting on his nose. "Okay, you do that. I think later today Carole wants to go see those vineyards we heard about."
The two men, father and son, sat for a while, enjoying the balmy breeze and the view down the lawns to the sea. It was pretty quiet but for the occasional cry of a seabird and once, Rachel calling for Sean to come have his bath. The very domesticity of the villa's ambience made a warm feeling swell up in Kurt and he remembered something to ask his dad.
"Dad, we haven't talked in a while," he waited for Burt's head to tilt in his direction. "You know we're not coming back to Ohio with you guys, right?"
Burt, giving up on trying to nap, sat up fully now and swung his legs onto the terrace's hot tiles. He nodded now and quirked an eyebrow at his son. "Uh-huh, I figured as much. What about it?"
Kurt turned onto his side, sliding one hand under his cheek and gazed fondly at his dad. The man was looking years younger; thanks to Carole's loving care and a strict eye on the kinds of things he ate, Kurt was certain he'd have decades more with his only biological parent. He smiled now and Burt, wondering what was going through his kid's head, smiled back.
"Well, it's just that, the next time we'll see each other will be when you come for the wedding."
Burt nodded slowly; he still didn't know where Kurt was going with this but he'd humour him. "True, and I promise I'll take all your advice about my clothes."
Kurt burst out into little chuckles but shook his head. "That's okay, dad; we'll get that sorted when you come over – you and Finn."
Burt stilled for a moment and then decided to just go ahead and ask. He cleared his throat and then asked softly: "So, ah, everything okay between you and your brother now?"
Kurt decided to sit up fully and he mirrored his dad's position smoothly. He nodded now with a little happy smile on his pink lips. "Oh, yes, Finn's okay now. I think he just got a couple of things mixed up and, I suppose, because he just bottled it up, it just got worse. We're good, though."
Burt eyed his son; Kurt never failed to amaze him by how similar he was to his mother. Elizabeth, too, never liked to believe anything bad about people. They would have to have killed someone right in front of her before she would even think to write them off and, of course, that never happened. He nodded now and smiled encouragingly at Kurt. There was more to come out, he knew, so he just waited.
Kurt looked off towards the front of the house where Puck and David were sitting, probably discussing their return to England. He still had important things to discuss with his fiancé but he figured he would have time. He just needed to at least run them by his dad first, keep him in the loop, sort of.
"Mmm, dad, David and I are getting married, right? No, no!" He waved his hand and laughed as his dad's eyes widened alarmingly. "I don't mean that as a question, as if I'm uncertain, no!"
He chuckled a bit as he watched his dad calm down and then he started again. "David and I are getting married soon but, uhm, I wanted to ask you… uhm," he trailed off as he looked down, trying to get his words together. He suddenly felt his dad's large, warm hand on his shoulder and he looked up into the always reassuring eyes.
"Kid, whatever it is – just spit it out, okay?"
Kurt nodded and took a deep breath, grimacing slightly as he began again. "What if I were to tell you I was thinking of quitting the stage… or taking a break?"
He winced as the silence stretched, his eyes glued to the really rather striking clay tiles. He finally heard his dad heave a sigh and then he ventured a glance up at him. His mouth fell open as he realized his dad was grinning at him.
Burt shook his head as he stared at his son. "Kid, why in heck would you be nervous about broaching this?" He tilted his head to the side as he watched the colour roll in a slow tide up Kurt's long neck and lodge in his face.
Kurt cleared his throat and then looked at him, a little bit of moisture making his eyes sparkle in the bright sunlight.
"Because I didn't want you to think I'm 'mooching' off of David?" He grimaced as his voice came out smaller than normal. Hoo, boy, this was way harder than he'd expected.
Burt clapped a hand on Kurt's knee, startling him into looking up. "Look, Kurt, I know you must have a good reason for thinking along those lines. Do you think you'll be 'mooching' off of him? More importantly, does he think of it that way?"
Kurt felt pretty foolish, now it was out in the air. He hadn't brought up that angle with Mercedes because she would just have gone ballistic on his ass for even thinking that way. He was aware though that there would be people who would see things that way. Now he hurried to explain himself to his dad.
"I just want to take some time off after the season in Milan – and after the wedding – to spend some time with him. I mean, even after the honeymoon. Gosh, we haven't even talked about all of that as yet!"
Burt's brow furrowed a bit as he looked at Kurt. "What, you haven't spoken about quitting or the honeymoon."
Kurt ducked his head as he admitted "both", watching his dad look at him as if he were 15 again and he hadn't completed his chores before going to the mall with the girls.
"Well, don't you think you should at least tell your fiancé where you are BOTH going to honeymoon?"
Burt's sarcastic tone was perfect and Kurt felt a little giggle sneak past his lips. He smiled at his dad and relaxed, turning to lie fully stretched out on the lounger. Burt relaxed as well, but he knew there was still more to come.
Kurt didn't disappoint him. "Dad, how do you feel about surrogacy – for me and David, that is?"
Burt noticed that Kurt wasn't looking directly at him, knowing that his son was probably staring at the little cottage where the children were. He shrugged now and thought seriously before answering.
"I think it would be a great idea, if Dave wanted that, too." He paused to look at his son with a little quirk to his lips. "I take it you haven't brought that up yet, either?"
Kurt flushed only a little this time but he smiled, turning his head to look directly at his father. "No, well, yes, in a way; we've talked about having kids but it wasn't in-depth, y'know, just that we wanted kids."
Burt nodded. "At least that's a start. So, you are leaning towards surrogacy, I take it. There's also adoption, too. If you're going to be a stay-at-home dad, might as well go for a whole passel o' the little rug-rats."
"Dad!" Kurt's outrage would have been more convincing if he also wasn't convulsing with laughter. The two men cracked each other up because every time Kurt settled down, he'd look at his dad, mutter "passel", and they'd be off again.
Burt wiped his eyes as he chuckled, shaking his head as he watched his son curl his long, bare legs up while hugging his stomach. He knew his son was a good-looking kid but he'd prayed that he would also grow to be a decent man… and he had.
Now Kurt finally drew a deep breath and looked at his dad, a goofy grin still on his face. "Yeah, a whole 'passel', if that's like three or four," he smirked. He could actually see himself with three kids and he knew David wasn't averse to a large family. In fact, he'd probably want more than that, come to think of it. They really ought to sit down and have a serious talk soon… if they could keep their hands off of each other long enough, he smirked.
He loved how highly-sexed David was – they were a perfect match. Sometimes he would just look into the amber/golden eyes and feel the heat. There was nothing that David wouldn't try if he asked him to. He knew that he'd had one or two male lovers before him but he gathered from things he let slip that his love life had been pretty staid. That meant that together there was a whole lot of things to explore and he loved that … it excited him, actually. He smiled softly now as he turned back to his dad.
"I think David would one day like to be a patriarch, surrounded by his children and grandchildren. I'd like to give him that."
Burt nodded in agreement. "Dave's a good man. I gotta admit he doesn't seem like someone who has that kind of money and power, y'know. I'm happy for you, kid, real happy."
Kurt hugged himself as he thought on his extreme good fortune. He'd spent so many years flitting from lover to lover, enjoying himself to the hilt for the most part. Every once in a while he would allow himself a moment to dream of a long-term, loving relationship but there wasn't much chance of getting that with the way he lived. His lifestyle was pretty high-flying and he also loved performing; it was his lifelong dream. It was strange now to realize he would give all that up to spend as much time as possible with just one man.
The two Hummel men sat there for a while longer just enjoying each other's presence and the beautiful day. Kurt breathed deep of the faint salt tang on the sea breeze as he stretched, the sunlight warming his long body. He'd dressed simply because they weren't planning on going out in the morning so he was only in shorts and a thin, cotton top. He closed his eyes and, before he knew it, he'd been lulled to sleep, the sound of the sea the last thing he heard.
Stretching luxuriously, he opened his eyes, his vision just a little blurry and then he smiled. Lying on the next lounger, his head almost to his shoulder, David was dozing peacefully. Kurt reached a hand to touch him without startling him too much.
Dave lifted his head at the soft touch, smiling as a pair of bright blue-green eyes came into focus. "Hey, sweetheart," he murmured. "Sleep well?"
Kurt nodded. "I could ask you the same, too."
Dave stretched as well, Kurt's eyes running down the muscular body, and he slowly straightened up. "I came around here only to see you and Burt fast asleep. He had to leave for the vineyard with Carole, though."
Kurt nodded and then slid to his feet before him, loving the way David's eyes seemed to caress up his legs before Kurt's hand lifted his chin. He leaned down and dropped a quick, soft kiss on the welcoming mouth, pulling back to smile at his fiancé.
Dave slid his hands up the back of Kurt's legs all the way up to his shorts-covered butt, and squeezed.
Kurt let out a little squeak and tapped him on his back in retaliation. "Hey! No hanky-panky out here, mister!"
Dave chuckled and, easing him back a bit, slid to his feet in such a way that his body rubbed all the way up Kurt's front. Straightening up completely, he ignored his lover's little huff and proceeded to seize his mouth in a hungry kiss.
A little surprised sound escaped Kurt but within seconds his arms were up around Dave's shoulders and the two lovers enjoyed the taste and feel of each other without interruption.
Finally, nipping at Kurt's bottom lip before pulling away, Dave stroked his hand up the long back, loving the way his lover was moving restlessly against him. He could feel their erections rubbing relentlessly but he rather wanted to get upstairs before things reached their inevitable conclusion.
"Sweetie, come on… mmm, Kurt!" Dave muttered against the insistent mouth, grinning when Kurt pulled back to glare at him. "We can't do this out here, you said."
"You started it, you big tease!"
Dave dropped his face to Kurt's shoulder, snickering, and then raised his head again. "Yeah, true; I just can't get over how fast a trigger you have…"
Kurt stared up at him, a vaguely mutinous expression on his fair face. "I wouldn't be if you weren't so damn hot!"
Dave laughed aloud and eased the tempting body away from him so they could enter the villa. They strolled with their arms about each other's waist and it was only when they were halfway across the kitchen they realized they'd probably had an audience.
Finn was standing at a counter apparently heating up something for Lije who was bouncing around in his arms. He kept his head turned away but Dave could tell from the redness of the back of the taller man's neck that he had seen him kissing Kurt out on the terrace.
"Hey, Finn, where's Rachel?" Kurt, as usual oblivious, smiled at his brother as he fluttered his fingers at the baby. Lije as usual was leaning towards Kurt but Finn had a large firm hand wrapped around the baby's middle.
"Uhm, hey, Kurt; uh, she's having a bonding mom-and-son moment she says with Sean. I have Lije," he said, stating the obvious.
Kurt nodded though his eyes were still on Lije, mugging and making the baby gurgle with laughter every time he crossed his eyes. "Did Mercedes decide to go with Carole and dad?"
Finn took the bottle from the microwave as he nodded. "Yeah, she says she's bringing back wines for us to sample."
Kurt smiled and then moved off, his arm still around David's waist and called out "later!"
The two lovers moved off even as Finn was stood by the counter, absently shaking the bottle and watching his brother and his fiancé go upstairs to do what two men in love did together. He bit his lip as he looked down at Lije who was reaching for the almost forgotten bottle.
Moving to the family room, he made himself comfortable and sat the baby in his lap, making sure the bib was in place to catch drool and any milk. He gazed out of the huge windows, out towards the really beautiful view of the sea and tried to ignore the weird feeling at the bottom of his chest. It was a burn but it wasn't; it was tight but not. He just couldn't figure it out and it was making him feel down.
He knew he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed; seriously, he'd heard the sniggers all his life even when he was the quarterback in high school. Now his head felt all confused and the only thing he was sure of was that it was Kurt causing it. Well, not really him, just when he thought about him or saw him… god, he was screwed!
He sighed as he leaned his head back, making certain to hold Lije firmly with both hands as he fed himself. There was no way he was going to get on the family's bad side again because of some stupid confusion about Kurt. Why was he confused anyway? It's not as if he actually was into that kinda stuff, he berated himself. His brows furrowed in his trademark look, if he only but knew it, and for the next half hour he sat there. The thoughts kept roiling around and even when Lije finished and gave an almighty burp on his own, he was still pondering things.
He mightn't be smart but he realized it would be the dumbest thing on earth to discuss this Rachel. He just had a feeling that she would really not understand and since he loved her, he never wanted to upset her. God, why did everything have to be so complicated?
Upstairs the two lovers were chatting and laughing as they played and teased each other. Dave, when they had reached their suite, had flipped Kurt immediately onto the bed. There ensued a fairly one-sided game of tickle war, what with Kurt screaming and writhing and trying to get away from David's determined fingers rather than try to retaliate.
Dave's mind, beneath the veneer of happy and horny lover, was still mulling over the sight of Finn down in the kitchen trying to avoid looking at them, no, looking at Kurt. He looked down at the flushed beautiful face of his fiancé and sighed inwardly; loving someone like Kurt who drew people to him was not going to be an easy task. He frowned suddenly and then was glad that Kurt hadn't seen but he knew he was more than up to the job of keeping Kurt safe. As to being able to keep him unaware of how attractive a prize he was, that was another thing.
Deliberately locking his darker thoughts away, he threw himself into the satisfactory task now of extracting the luscious body from its flimsy garments. He lifted one leg of his still giggling lover and dropped a kiss on the slender ankle. He smiled as Kurt sighed in pleasure and stroked his hand gently down the long, smooth limb. He released it and then slid his hands up to the waist of the shorts, flipping the button through its hole in a swift move.
Kurt threw a mock haughty look at him, though his eyes were still gleaming, and cried: "Excuse me, what are you doing, sir?"
Dave quirked one of his winged brows at him and narrowed his eyes. "I won so I'm unwrapping my gift. This is my reward, isn't it?"
Kurt tried to hold the arrogant pose but dissolved into laughter. "I didn't say you'd won!" He wriggled in an obviously half-hearted bid to get away and then suddenly laid back, his face softening into a smile. "You know I love you, right?"
Dave stared at him even as his hands continued to slide the shorts and underwear down, exposing the lower half of his lover. "Yes, I do… and I love you more than I can ever say, Kurt."
Kurt straightened up and in one swift move stripped the shirt off over his head, leaving himself totally bare, and laid back. "Well, come and show me, sweetheart…"
David came to him immediately, still clothed, and Kurt reveled in the feel of his big lover pressing him down, the rough material of his jeans and t-shirt sensitizing his skin.
Straightening up minutes later, Dave hurried to get his clothes off as he stared at Kurt, a huge, predatory grin on his face as he watched his lover stroking his engorged prick and staring at him. God, he was so delicious, his mouth watered just at the thought of getting to taste him.
Kurt, impatient now as Dave stood staring at him, made grabby motions with his hands and sighed in satisfaction when the deliciously naked, muscular body was lowered onto him, their erections clashing. He groaned softly and for quite a while there was no more talking.
They loved each other in the middle of the huge bed, Kurt opening himself to the sweet, relentless pressure of his fiancé's rigid, heated flesh. He cried out over and over when David made sure with loving, passionate precision that he was touching the deepest parts of him he could reach. His eyes rolled back at the overwhelming sensation and when, finally, he came, shuddering and calling his name in his hoarse voice, he felt David's heat flood him as he held back nothing.
The warm breeze that came through the open French doors carried the scent of flowers and the sea, cooling the sweat on the lovers' heaving bodies. Their cries mingled, though a deeper counterpoint, with the swish of the surf and the high cries of the seabird, floating down to the room beneath and the lone listener still sitting there.
Kurt, his body humming and unable to keep the sated little smile from his face, wrapped his long limbs about his lover and kissed him, slow and soft and sweet. He'd sensed a darker chord running through his complex lover and he wanted more than anything to erase whatever it was that had caused it.
David didn't think he was aware of his moods to that extent and he would keep it a secret but he could tell when something got to him. He just hoped that it wasn't their meeting Finn downstairs that had triggered the darkness. They had covered all of that and everything would be perfect now.
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KHDK
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Puck and Devon, happy to get a little alone time, had gone canoeing while the others had either stayed home or gone to the vineyards. They were having a really great time on this vacation but they knew all things must come to an end.
Pulling the canoe up onto the sand just below the beach house, the men flopped down, relaxing with the sun beating on them and the water flirting with their toes. Puck had his arm around Devon and kept snuffling his nose into the younger man's riotous curls. He wanted to ask him something and now was as good a time and place as any.
"Sweet, I need to know something," he started, smiling down into the bright blue eyes turned to him now. "It's about when we get back to England and I have to sort out the company…"
Devon straightened up a bit, nodding seriously to indicate Puck had all his attention. He'd known they'd have to talk about where things were heading and he was prepared… or he hoped he was. If this was going to turn out to be a fling for his muscular lover, he didn't know how he was going to handle it.
Puck was pretty shrewd and he could almost see the shutters coming down in the beautiful eyes. He shook his head and smiled a bit, shaking the shoulder he was holding.
"Come on, doll, you know this is it for me!" He chided Devon but he knew he couldn't blame him for being wary. Devon had worked for Karofsky Industries for a while now and he must have heard of Puck's reputation over the years. While they hadn't always worked directly together, they had known each other. He couldn't say why it was at this time that they had chosen to show an interest in each other.
Much more than interest, he thought now as he watched the relief flood the sweet face before him. He smiled and continued, gazing out across the peaceful waters of the bay.
"I'm sorting out this company, but we're still contracted to Dave, you know that, right?"
Devon nodded. "I figured as much since we're vacationing with him, Puck. But what do you have in mind for the company? How do I come in?" He tilted his head in curiosity, waiting for Puck to gather his thoughts.
Puck, releasing the shoulder, leaned back on both hands planted in the sand and crossed his legs at the ankle, heedless of the water covering their feet. It was really beautiful and peaceful here; he wouldn't mind having a little place like this one day.
"I'm still working out the logistics of you guys, you see. I know I want you with me all the time," he grinned at the pink flush covering his love's face, "and I want to also set up an office in London."
Devon nodded. "Are you thinking that I would handle in-office stuff, leaving you to what, recruit?"
Puck laughed aloud, a genuinely admiring look on his face. "See, I knew I loved you for a reason!"
He watched the shiver run through the younger man and felt himself twitch in his shorts. God, he just loved how responsive Dev was; just words sometimes had a tremendous effect on him. However, now was not the time to get sidetracked by the hot body beside him.
Clearing his throat and averting his eyes from the tempting sight of Devon's dilated pupils and full lips, he continued. "Yeah, so, I want to still be fairly hands-on with Dave's affairs; I don't know, he's pretty important to me…"
He trailed off as Dev rested an understanding hand on his thigh and he straightened up so he could cover the hand with his.
"Hey, sweetie, I understand. God, you've been together for years… not to mention giving you this great start!" Devon smiled down at their entwined fingers, loving the contrast in their skin tones. Puck was such a hot guy, so aesthetically pleasing as his mum would have said, but there was so much more to him. Obviously one of his many traits was loyalty and Devon just loved that about him.
Puck nodded now, glad he didn't have to elaborate. He huffed as he thought about all the rest of the things he'd need to get sorted. "Plus, apart from you managing the office (and you'll be drawing an admin level salary)… aht! No argument – you'll be doing admin work; I'll be recruiting and I want Ian to be my right-hand man there. I think he has a good eye; he's pretty dependable."
Devon hummed but there was a slight hesitation there and Puck pounced on it. "Ah, yeah, about Ian…"
Puck let his hand go to rub his back, encouraging him to say what was on his mind.
Devon looked at him with a slight quirk to the corner of his full lips. "It's just that… our tall and silent colleague is in love."
Puck stared at him with his eyebrows lowered. Shit, he'd been afraid of that. Damn, these long-distance things rarely worked out well, he recalled. He frowned out at the water, still stroking his hand up and down Devon's back and the younger man was certain he wasn't even aware he was still doing it.
He patted the muscular leg now and leaned into Puck's side. "Hey, I'm sure we can figure something out. With all our heads together, this is going to work out for him and Sam…"
"'All our heads'?" Puck stared at him now. "What are you talking about?"
Devon chuckled and shook his head. "Sweetie, I'm 100 per cent sure Kurt and Dave are aware of Ian's situation. You do know Kurt Hummel, right?"
He tilted his head as he saw the realization hit Puck and they laughed together softly. Puck nodded. "Oh yes, the Princess probably has a dozen crazy scenarios going around in that pretty head of his."
Devon looked at him with one eyebrow quirked, his lips pulling down slightly at one corner. "'Pretty head', excuse me? So what am I, chopped liver?"
Puck, backtracking in his mind and realizing he always thought of Kurt that way, widened his eyes innocently at his lover. "What – am I wrong? You are not blind so don't even pretend. Come to think of it, when you first met him you were just as blinded as Julian!"
Devon coloured in memory of meeting the diva for the first time and laughed out loud. "It wasn't just his face, sweetie; remember, I loved his voice! You are confusing me with Julian," he chuckled as he dug his elbow in the smirking man's stomach.
"Ooof, careful, that thing should be registered as a lethal weapon, y'know!" He grabbed Devon and pulled him down onto the wet sand with him, reveling in his young lover's happy laughter.
They tousled on the sand, rolling over and over as one or the other got the upper hand. Finally, breathing hard, they settled down, Devon resting on Puck's chest and staring down at him. He smiled into the dark grey eyes and then leaned down, their lips meeting softly.
So caught up were they in exploring each other's mouth that they almost didn't hear the slight clearing of a throat fairly close by. They lifted their heads and Devon slid off of Puck to sit up and brush sand from his curly hair. That was going to be a bitch to get out but he would definitely be having Puck help him later.
They squinted up into the reddening sunlight and Puck realized it was Finn who had interrupted them. The tall man was standing only a few feet from them up on the drier, softer sand and staring at his feet. Puck suddenly got the feeling the man wanted to talk to him, he didn't know why, so he looked at Devon with a little apologetic shrug.
Dev rose, brushing the wet sand from his shorts and lower legs and, with a little nod and smile to Finn, made his way up the sand towards the steps leading up to the villa. He glanced back to see Finn just dropping down to sit beside Puck, his body language uncomfortable but determined.
Puck, glancing back to watch Devon walk away and smiling to himself, eventually turned to look at Finn who was now seated and staring out at the water. He cleared his throat and then threw a little grin at Finn.
"You look like a man who's doing more thinking than relaxing. What's up, man?" He made his face, his whole body language receptive as he waited for the skittish man to get up the courage to spill.
Finn, gulping and frowning in his signature confused way, began. "How did you know you were gay?"
Seriously, of all the things he could have imagined coming out of the other man's mouth, this would have been the millionth, he mused, trying not to stare at Finn with his mouth open. He coughed and looked away out at the water to give himself time to recover.
"Uhm, well, uh, you tell me: how did you know you were straight?" Puck didn't know if it was fair to throw the question back at him because he almost always looked pretty clueless. He just always wanted to ask people that when they assumed being gay was a choice.
Finn looked at him now and frowned. "What? How does anybody know? I guess I liked stuff about them – th-their breasts, the way they sound or… or walk… or kiss, I dunno."
Puck just stared at him, hoping he would make the connection without him having to spell it out. When the man continued to look at him blankly, he hid a sigh. "Okay, then, how old were you when you began to notice the way they looked, or walked or sounded… whatever."
Finn grinned now, on surer ground. "I was 13 and there was this girl… she, I guess, started growing, y'know, and the other girls hadn't started yet…"
Puck nodded. "Okay, well, I was a bit younger, about 11 going on 12 and I noticed both girls' and boys' bodies changing. I just liked it all, I guess."
He shrugged and watched Finn struggle to process that. The taller man looked at him with furrowed brows. "Both? Uh, how does that work?"
Puck did sigh aloud this time. "How does attraction work, huh? Okay, picture this. You're walking down the hallway at school; there's this girl coming towards you with a killer smile and a great rack. Your eyes are gonna register the smile but they're also gonna drop to her boobs, right?"
Finn nodded, a look of concentration on his face. Puck realized that he was a fairly good-looking guy; just the dumb expression sort of hid his potential. He continued.
"Okay, so switch to me. Same school, of course, same corridor. I'm walking and two people are coming towards me – a hunky guy with great shoulders and a girl with a great pair on her. Me, my eyes'd be ping-ponging back and forth checking out both because the guy is hot and the girl is smoking. That's me… no discrimination just because one's male and the other's female."
"Wow, I never thought of it that way." Finn stared at him for a second or two before looking away. "And you say that happened when you were just a kid?"
Puck nodded and hummed in agreement. "Pretty much… I was a pretty horny little snot. I can't tell you the number of times I'd get a boner watching the cheerleaders or watching the guys in the uniform pants. They were so tight!"
Finn burst out laughing, apparently surprising himself and Puck relaxed a bit. Okay, dude wasn't going to freak out on him.
They sat in silence for a little, gazing out at the darkening waters, the sky still stunning in its colours. Puck looked over at the other man, noticing once again a determined look on his face and wondered what in heck was coming now.
Before he could open his mouth, though, Finn suddenly blurted: "Dude, I think I might be gay!"
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TBC
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A/N 2: Okay, guys, even I didn't know this was going there! I think Finny-boy is just confused but, lord, I hope he gets it sorted before Dave opens a can of… alright, no violence here. Or will there? Hmmmm. Read and review, guys; should I go easy on Finn or let Dave let off some steam?