The Storm: Safe Harbor
Chapter Fifty-Nine
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: I'm so motivated to keep writing, folks, simply because your feedback makes it all worthwhile. Thank you all for your reviews and your funny and insightful PMs!
Disclaimer: Messrs. Ryan, Falchuk, et al are the owners of my favorite boys. Only the OCs and situations belong to me, alas.
Kurt and David watched the plane with family and friends take off, standing silently beside their car, before turning away. Dave gathered Kurt to him, unmindful of Xavier waiting to drive them back to the villa. Julian would drive another one of the cars, leaving two for the rental agency to retrieve. The four of them would spend the rest of that day and part of the next at the villa before leaving for England in a couple of days.
Dave was deliberately trying to look ahead so as not to get bogged down in the melancholy of watching friends leave and he stroked Kurt's back comfortingly. He whispered to him now: "Come on, sweetheart, let's go home."
Kurt stepped back from his arms and sniffed once before smiling bravely at his lover. He was going to miss them but he did have a wonderful – and extremely busy – several months ahead of him. He nodded to show David that he was okay and then moved to the car, thanking Xavier as he opened the door for him.
Xavier watched the two men surreptitiously; he actually quite enjoyed working for Kurt although the circumstances last year had been less than ideal. He was used to protection details, of course, but this was the first time he felt close to his principals and it was something he couldn't explain. He definitely liked working for K.I., in general, and Puck, in particular, and his missions so far had been fairly low-key though never boring. This was the first time, however, that he'd had to protect an entertainer and it had been interesting watching Kurt shrug off the attentions of the paparazzi in the short space of time he'd worked with him.
Now they made their way through the French countryside and he smiled as he compared the scenery to that of the island he'd just left. As a security agent, he had the opportunity to travel all over the world but he'd never had an expense-free vacation in the tropics before. He was just a regular working-class lad who would normally have to save for years before he could even think of a trip to the Caribbean islands. He had been so chuffed about feeling rested and relaxed from his time down there and the next thing he knew he was coming to France, albeit for just a couple of days. He shook his head as he manoeuvred the powerful vehicle along the winding roads and then breathed deeply of the salty air.
Life was so unpredictable, he mused as he allowed the soft chatter from the back seat to become just white noise.
Behind him, Kurt was sat with his head resting on David's shoulder as they chatted about their plans for the rest of the day, his eyes flicking at the passing scenery without any real interest. He knew David wanted to keep their spirits light and he really tried to but he couldn't just yet; watching the plane take off with his loved ones had probably been a bad idea.
Dave held back a sigh as he glanced at Kurt's downturned head resting against him. He had an idea that he thought might cheer him up but he wasn't very certain as he could still feel the sadness coming off of him in waves. Nevertheless, he would give it a try.
"Sweetie," he murmured now, smiling when Kurt lifted his head and turned those sad, beautiful eyes on him. "How do you feel about going out on a sailboat, onto the bay?"
Kurt straightened and a little smile made its way from his eyes to his lips, to Dave's relief. "Sailing, huh? Hmmm, I think I'd like that… Yes, okay, let's do that."
Dave sighed quietly, relieved that Kurt hadn't needed cajoling. Maybe he was anxious to put aside his melancholy, too, grasping at an activity that would probably be quite fun. Now he turned his head and addressed Xavier.
"Xavier, would you like to join Kurt and me on a sail around the bay later? Maybe Julian would like that, too?"
Xavier glanced at him in the rear view mirror and nodded as he accepted the invitation. "Thanks, I'd like that, yeah. I can't speak for Julian but I think he'll probably go for it." He grinned as he turned his attention fully back onto the road. "We didn't do much when we were down in the islands; he still needed to recuperate but Mama Afflick fed him and I got him to walk a bit around the property."
Dave nodded in approval. "That's good, I'm glad she took care of him. I knew it would be a good idea for him to get a break from England's damp."
Xavier agreed. "Nothing like the sea air; here is really great, too, but so different from down in the Tropics." Then he seemed to remember something and turned his head to flick a quick glance at Kurt. "Oh, and I forgot: Petal sends her regards, says she hasn't spoken to you in a while."
Kurt, surprised, chuckled but nodded. "That's true! I spoke to her last when you and Julian were going down there but I do owe her a call."
The men chatted back and forth and soon they were turning into the iron gates of the villa, taking the gravel driveway carefully. As they parked and disembarked, Kurt glanced up at the façade of his house, smiling at its beauty even as a little bit of the melancholy tried to sneak back. He shook it off and turned to look down and out at the waters of the bay, almost silver in the midday sunshine. He took a deep breath, held it and then let it go. He had everything to be happy about and he had to remind himself to be grateful that he had had a chance to spend some time with his family.
His mind flitted back to Ohio and the people he'd reconnected with and the one special lady he'd met, Dana. He knew deep down she'd become a friend and he hoped to stay in touch with her and see how she managed over the years with her culinary studies and adventures. He turned to David and slipped an arm around the muscular waist, smiling up at him, happiness shining from his eyes.
Dave was relieved to see the pall of sadness lifted from Kurt's lovely eyes, eyes that he could find himself getting lost in if he wasn't careful. He smiled down at him and then he, too, looked out at the bay. He had planned that they would go out after lunch but now he thought he'd rather they had lunch while they were sailing.
He turned with his arm still around Kurt's shoulder, looking up as Julian drove up the driveway and parked beside them, hopping out with a happy expression on his usually serious face. Dave informed him of his idea and he quickly agreed to come along, walking with the rest of them into the cool villa.
Kurt left him to go upstairs and change into something more appropriate for his afternoon on the bay while Dave hurried to call the hotel's chef. He wanted the best for Kurt, to surprise him and further lift his spirits and he chatted with the man for a while before finally approving the chef's choice of fare.
He hung up the phone and made his way up the stairs two at a time, anxious to catch Kurt before he'd finished dressing. He was in luck because as he burst into the bedroom, startling his lover, Kurt was just slipping into the white capris he loved. Dave grinned, a predatory expression on his face as he stalked his lover before pouncing.
Kurt's happy shrieks made their way out the doors to the balcony and Xavier, waiting on the terrace below, shook his head as he listened to their childish antics. He didn't mind though, apart from being aware that Julian might have a problem with it, but the blond was still inside changing. The dark agent smiled now, his teeth startlingly white against his skin, and hummed a tune he'd heard down in the islands just a few days before.
It was a pretty famous song, even now, decades after the writer had died. It seemed appropriate now as he listened to the two men upstairs laughing and teasing each other and thought the words were really appropriate.
"Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right.
Singin': "Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right!"
Rise up this mornin',
Smiled with the risin' sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin', ("This is my message to you-ou-ou:")
Singin': "Don't worry 'bout a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right."
Singin': "Don't worry (don't worry) 'bout a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right!"
Yeah, he thought as he chuckled, Bob had the right of it. He turned his head as he watched Julian come out and join him at the table, the sunlight filtering down through the red umbrella and turning his blond hair ginger. Xavier grinned at him and Julian quirked an inquiring eyebrow at him to which he simply shook his head.
Soon they were joined by Kurt and Dave, both men looking a little flushed and still chuckling. Kurt was dressed as a fashionable young diva about to spend an afternoon on a yacht, of course. He'd teamed the low-riding white capris with a cropped, turquoise and white knitted top, the neckline so wide that the whole thing seemed in danger of slipping off one white shoulder or the other. Dave was more simply dressed in a moss green tank top under a cotton shirt and khaki shorts and he carried a duffle bag stuffed with towels, sunscreens and other necessities.
Kurt beamed at the waiting agents, his eyes sparkling before he hid them behind large sunshades. He seemed to be really looking forward to their outing and Xavier was happy about that. His earlier melancholy had been palpable and he was glad that Dave had come up with this idea. He thought Kurt was a generous-natured man and he didn't think there were very many people like that still around. He rose now and joined them, Julian following his lead, and they piled into one car, Dave behind the wheel this time.
Kurt jumped into the front passenger seat, almost squirming as he looked forward to going out on the bay. He had decided when David had broached the idea that he would live in the moment, something he had always to remind himself to do. Moping around the villa and wallowing in his sadness at his family's departure would only serve to bring the others down and that wasn't fair.
The dock wasn't too far away, according to the hotel's concierge and since Dave had previously reserved the boat for their vacation, it was a matter of a few moments dealing with paperwork before they were being introduced to the captain and his one-man crew. The two Frenchmen had already met Puck and Burt and the others from the other day so they were aware of the group. The captain shook David's hand firmly and asked if they all had experience sailing.
They all nodded except for Xavier but he said he was up for anything – within reason, he was quick to add. The others chuckled and when Dave excused himself to retrieve the picnic hamper from the chef, the captain took the opportunity to go over some basic rules with Xavier.
They left as soon as Dave returned with a huge grin on his face and he handed over a cooler to Julian as they headed out. The yacht, or sailboat, as Kurt was corrected, was fairly large and very well maintained. The captain ("call me René!") apparently doubled as tour guide and after they'd all settled in in comfortable deck chairs, started his pitch.
"As you may or may not know, the rim of the Bassin d'Arcachon (he used the French name) features many communes and a variety of activities. The beaches alternate with oyster-breeding villages. We can go over to the L'Herbe (on the Cap Ferret peninsula) which is the most picturesque village to visit, but if you want to, any of them would be perfect for trying 'à déguster' (a plate of oysters)."
Their little excursion was a wonderful diversion and soon they were sailing across the relatively serene bay, the occasional light spray from the waves making Kurt laugh childishly every time he got sprinkled. The sound of the canvas flapping in the breeze as they skimmed along and the call of the ever-present sea birds was wonderfully soporific.
A little later, Dave moved over to the cooler from which he removed wine glasses and a bottle of champagne. When Kurt quirked a brow at him he simply grinned and said, "compliments of the chef!"
He poured the wine for all of them, though the captain declined as he was on duty, and they enjoyed the contrast between the crisp, cool wine and the salty air. They had only the one glass each before Dave brought forth the picnic hamper. Suddenly Kurt recalled the time he and Noah had had their little picnic and he chuckled to himself. Though he'd found the muscular, mischievous agent to be very sexy, he hadn't been all that attracted to him. He'd already been caught, hook, line and sinker by one David Karofsky. Now he simply thought of Noah as a good friend to both David and him.
Dave, unaware of his lover's wandering thoughts, laid out the sumptuous repast with a flourish, Julian leaping to help set up without being asked. The chef had included snowy linens and heavy silver and Dave smirked; it paid sometimes to be known to be wealthy because, even when the best wasn't demanded, it was simply offered.
In no time at all they were digging into little individual covered bowls that contained savoury cream of mussel soup, a rich, thick concoction loaded with mussels, saffron, wine and cream served with garlic chilli bread; sweet, succulent lamb served on a bed of scalloped potatoes and with a bordelaise sauce and then luscious, firm figs straight from the tree combined with ham and goat's cheese and, to round all that off, a berry crumble served with clotted cream. The Bollinger was perfect with everything, Kurt thought, as he lolled back in his chair, replete.
He gazed up through half-lidded eyes at the pale blue sky, his mind winging northward, and wondered where the folks were now. He knew it would take them a little over two and a half hours to get to Gatwick so they weren't there yet. Smiling as he thought about the children getting restless on the flight, he sighed knowing that the next time he saw Lije, the baby would have grown some more. Babies just seemed to sprout up, it seemed to him, and in no time he would be running to try and keep up with Sean.
At least he'll still be a baby at the wedding, Kurt smiled to himself, and wondered if Lije would remember him. Who knows what a baby remembers, he thought now as he took another sip of the truly delicious wine. The flavours of their lunch worked really well with the semi-dry wine, even complementing the sweetness of the figs and the berries.
Dave, having left the repacking of the hamper to Julian and Xavier, came over and slumped into the deckchair beside Kurt's, reaching over to grasp one slender hand.
Kurt turned his head and smiled. "Thank you, this was a wonderful idea, sweetie."
Dave couldn't resist; he had to lean over and taste those tempting lips. Kurt hummed into the kiss, reaching up one hand to curl behind David's head to hold him in place. He didn't realize how his ring sparkled in the bright sunlight as he caressed David's neck and Julian, turning back from packing the last napkin away, caught his breath at the sight.
He dropped his eyes and looked away out toward the sea, his fair eyebrows furrowing slightly as he repressed the little twinge in his stomach. He ignored the look Xavier threw at him and went to lean against the railing. Shaking his head when the dark agent came to stand beside him, he forced his lips into a slight smile.
"Those are some pretty odd-looking houses, yeah?" Xavier said now, his wish to distract Julian quite evident and the blond was grateful for it. The captain, overhearing Xavier, took it as his cue to start tour-guiding again.
"The Bay is home to many types of bird and tourists come from all over just to see them." His smile was broad, proud as he continued. "There are bird-watching reserves at nearby Parc Ornotholiqique du Teich and Ile aux Oiseaux, the Bird Island."
Julian and Xavier nodded as the man handled his duties simultaneously, the boat skimming easily through the waves. "Three natural wonders have made Bassin d'Arcachon beautiful beyond compare."
Xavier was tempted to roll his eyes at the man's passion for his home. He nodded to indicate they were listening and René continued: "The Pyla Dune, Arguin Sandbank and the Ile aux Oiseaux with its cabanes tchanques."
When they looked puzzled he said the phrase again: "'Cabanes tchanques' are the huts you were looking at. They are built on stilts above the level of the sea so that the oyster men from the area can raise their produce."
René's nicotine-stained teeth gleamed as he enlightened the visitors, his love for his job evident even in his posture with his chest puffed out. Kurt nodded as he listened and Dave volunteered that he and a friend had actually climbed the Dune and how impressed they'd been.
They enjoyed themselves, especially Kurt when they made a little excursion to le Cap Ferret peninsula. Rene had told them there would be smart boutiques, cafes and restaurants in a low-rise, laid-back setting and Kurt had been more than happy with the tour.
The ambience was wonderfully casual, relaxed but redolent of fine living. Their captain cum tour guide had told them it would be worth stopping for a drink at the stylish Tchanque bar of the Hôtel Maison du Bassin, named, of course, after the famous houses on stilts close to the Ile aux Oiseaux that they'd seen.
Kurt was happiest, however, when they stepped into one of the salons that people flocked to when they came to le Cap Ferret. Their world-famous cannelés proved fascinating to Kurt who stared at the little pastries in their moulded shapes before he could bring himself to eat one, much to the other guys' amusement. Naturally they ended up getting a box of the cannelés and other pastries to take back with them to the villa.
Finally, happily exhausted, they headed back to their waiting sailboat, Kurt handing over a separate little box of pastries to René in thanks. The man's grizzled eyebrows flew up and nearly disappeared beneath the bill of his captain's cap and he thanked Kurt so volubly the singer blushed.
Dave laughed as he stepped onto the boat behind Kurt. Kurt's generosity was no longer a surprise to him; in fact, he wanted to one day outline his parent's philanthropic endeavours to him and see if he wanted to work with the various organisations. But, all in due time, of course. First, once they were married, they would have to see about kids.
The trip back to the hotel's dock was relatively quiet, the usual post-prandial lethargy making the hazy afternoon seem more halcyon. The deckchairs in which they were reclining were, unfortunately, not large enough to hold two and Dave knew that if they had been, Kurt would have been curled up in his lap like a cat. As it was, they simply held hands as they chatted off and on about the sights they'd seen.
As they made their way out to the hotel's car park after thanking both René and the chef, Kurt realized that the folks must have reached the hotel in Sussex by this time. His spirits lifted even more at the thought that he would soon get to talk to them and find out how they were. It didn't matter that he'd seen them just that morning; he'd been missing them so much since they left it would be really good to hear them now.
Having got a second wind on their sail back to land, they chatted and planned what they would do later. Kurt thought maybe they should just hang out at the villa but agreed when Dave suggested they have dinner for the first time at the hotel that was almost next door. After all, it was a five-star establishment and apart from having their meals catered by the chef and popping over just now to rent the sailboat, they hadn't set foot in the place at all.
That sorted, they separated when they got back to the villa, Kurt announcing that he needed to wash the salt off before it encrusted him permanently. Dave watched him walk ahead of him, his mind already planning all sorts of naughty things to do to his lover, and he nodded to the agents as he left.
Xavier looked over at Julian, subconsciously checking to see if he was okay. The blond frowned slightly at him but he understood; after all, they had sort of fallen into a habit when they'd been on the island and now that they were back to work, so to speak, it was hard for Xavier to go back to normal.
He headed outside to the edge of the lawn, staring down at the waters of the bay. It was an astonishing indigo as the sun set, all gloriously orangey, and he felt himself relax a bit at the sight. Turning back to see Xavier still watching him, he shrugged and decided he might as well have a shower himself and relax before they headed out to dinner.
The men headed into the huge house, going to their own rooms, Julian smiling quietly at Xavier in gratitude. The dark-skinned agent grinned back, satisfied that the blond wasn't going to sink back into 'unrequited love' mode now that he was around Kurt more often. He knew it sucked for Julian but some things you just had to power through; at least, that was his understanding of life and it had worked well so far for him.
Upstairs the lovers were already divested of their clothing, Kurt's eyes sparkling as he watched Dave getting ready to join him in the tub. He licked his lips as his lover's muscular body was slowly revealed with each item David removed and by the time the man stepped into the tub opposite him, he was half hard.
Dave slid his hands up Kurt's long legs and pulled him closer to him so he was almost in his lap. Kurt leaned forward and captured the smiling lips, nibbling on them before leaning back.
"Thank you, sweetheart, today was… good. No, it was more than good – I enjoyed it," he said, his own lips shining wetly, drawing Dave's gaze.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it. If you want to, there'll be many more times like this one…" he trailed off as he built up to what he really wanted to say, his hands stroking Kurt's thighs beneath the water. He ignored the rosy cock that nudged him, knowing that if he touched it now he wouldn't get out the rest of what he had to say.
"Kurt, after the wedding, I would like for you to take a break." He held his breath as he waited; his lover was known to be temperamental. Even if it was something he wanted, he was quite capable of being contrary just to be bloody-minded. His love for Kurt didn't make him blind; in fact, he loved everything that made his fiancé unique.
However, Kurt simply stared at him with his mouth slightly fallen open, his eyes wide. Eventually he narrowed his eyes at David before saying suspiciously: "Did my dad say something to you?"
It was Dave's turn now to stare at Kurt, his slanted brows coming to a point above the bridge of his nose. He shook his head slowly, keeping his eyes on his lover. "Noooo, why? I simply think it would be a good idea – I mean even after the honeymoon."
Kurt bit his lip to hold back his laughter, unaware that it made his dimples pop and Dave began to grin. "You mean, you thought of that, too? And you told your dad before saying anything to me?"
The musical giggles were something Dave would never get tired of hearing and he chuckled as Kurt nodded. Finally he quieted, shaking his head now, too. "Oh, gosh, I was so nervous about bringing that up and my dad said I should just discuss it with you. Gosh, I was being pretty ridiculous, I guess."
Dave took up one of the fluffy natural sea sponges, wet it down and then added some of Kurt's favourite body wash to it. He started with his thighs, his favourite area undoubtedly, and stroked the limb lovingly as he looked at Kurt.
"Why were you nervous? I'm more than happy that you want to take a break from working."
Kurt nodded and leaned back a bit, grinning down at the tip of his cock that was poking out of the warm water. He licked his lips before explaining: "Oh, it was just that, you being who you are, I didn't want people to think I was some kind of freeloader."
Dave shook his head admonishingly while staring at the swath of tiny, foamy bubbles on Kurt's smooth, pale pink skin. He made a faint raspberry sound with his lips to show how much he cared about what other people thought before smiling up at his beautiful lover.
"I love your skin, y'know, it's perfect." He flinched as Kurt flicked some water at him, the move unexpected.
"Focus, David, I'm talking about our future here!" Kurt chuckled as David pouted at him, shaking his head to flick the water from his lashes.
"That's bloody hard to do when you're lying here in the tub with me, you imp!"
The sound of their laughter went unheard this time as there was no one downstairs on the terrace. They chatted and took care of their ablutions, their hands lingering in delicate places as they stoked the fire of their passion for each other. More kissing and caressing took place the closer they came to finishing their bath and by the time they stepped out, both were fully hard.
Kurt skipped ahead of Dave into the bedroom, throwing himself down onto the bed while looking over his shoulder at his fiancé. Dave admired the view while he stroked himself, staring at the way Kurt's perfect butt curved sweetly before flowing into the surprisingly muscular thighs.
The singer stretched out on his front, reaching his hands up to press against the bedhead as he enjoyed the friction of the counterpane against his rigid cock. He reached over to the drawer of the bedside table, retrieving the almost empty tube of lube and handed it back to David.
As he took the tube, Dave knelt on the bed between Kurt's spread legs, his eyes riveted to the shadow between the rosy cheeks. His mouth watered and, releasing his own already leaking prick, he leaned down and nudged Kurt's ass with his nose. The singer twitched beneath him and a little moan escaped, ratcheting up Dave's arousal as he realized how turned on Kurt was already.
He wasted no time in separating the smooth cheeks and he inhaled before burying his tongue into the clean, pink hole. Kurt wailed at the sudden intrusion of the warm, moist muscle and he lifted his butt into the air to give him greater access.
Dave groaned as his head swam, a hunger coming up from deep within him as he licked, nibbled and sucked on the clenching guardian muscle. Kurt spread his legs as wide as they could in that position and started humping the bed but when Dave realized what he was doing, he brought one hand down in a quick slap.
Kurt's head flew up and his eyes widened even as a little gurgling moan left him. That was the first time David had done something like that and he jerked his butt again to see if the slap would be repeated. He was rewarded with another one and his heart rate sped up. Oh god, that felt so good! He wasn't into pain but the contrast between the lush suckling and the sharp slaps was sending his libido into overdrive!
Dave wasn't so far gone that he hadn't registered Kurt's startled reaction and its follow-up and he filed that information away for future use. Now, though, he straightened up and growled a low "stay still" at his horny lover.
Kurt panted as he felt the tingle in his ass cheeks and he ground his prick into the bedspread again. He smiled as he crossed his forearms and rested his face against them. He was so glad that David was getting a little more adventurous with him; he tended to treat Kurt as if he were made of porcelain and sometimes Kurt simply wanted to be thrown down by him and fucked into the mattress.
Dave lubed up two fingers to start with and plunged them into the fluttering hole, enjoying the truly wanton sounds that emanated from his lover's mouth. Kurt writhed on his fingers and Dave felt sweat break out on his forehead and his chest as he watched the beautiful body squirm. He quickly lubed a third finger and sinking them back in, crooked them to massage his lover's prostate.
Now Kurt's moans escalated to words and he began to make all sorts of filthy suggestions to Dave about getting inside him and fucking him so he couldn't walk later. "Give it to me, David, oh god, come on, I want to be able to feel this even tomorrow!"
Dave gritted his teeth as he lubed up his cock, staring at the way Kurt was writhing beneath him and he held his breath as he lined himself up. He grabbed Kurt's hips and yanked him upwards and without any warning, sank straight to the hilt in his ass.
Kurt groaned long and low as he stilled with his ass pressed back into David's hips, both men panting and holding their position as he adjusted to the intrusion. Then Kurt nodded and Dave pulled out, sinking back in more slowly but just as strongly, loving the shudders that were running through his lover's body.
After that the pace was rough, Kurt shouting encouragement and praise, his head dropping down to his forearms as sweat dripped onto them. A litany of 'yeses' and 'oh gods' rewarded Dave's rough handling and soon Kurt was straightening up with Dave's muscular arm holding him tightly around the waist as he rode his lap.
Dave bit into the juncture of neck and shoulder as he powered up into Kurt's ass, the singer's fingernails leaving tiny crescent moons in his forearm. Soon, however, Kurt started keening and Dave brought his other hand around to grasp the neglected cock and fist it rapidly. As if a switch had been flicked, Kurt started twitching and cursing and soon he froze, his mouth open as if in pain, and his cock swelled then erupted. Hot semen spurted over Dave's hand and his cock was gripped almost painfully tightly as Kurt climaxed.
"Oh, David, David, David, oh god, yesyesyesyes… unh, oh yessss…" Kurt's voice was hoarse, nearly gravelly and Dave, unable to hold on any longer, spurted long and luxuriously into the hot, clenching channel.
He moaned as Kurt's ass tightened sporadically, his body shuddering and Dave held him close as the last of his spending ejaculated from him. He rubbed his head, lion-like, against the back of Kurt's neck as he panted, unable to get a single word out.
Kurt slumped forward in the circle of his arms and chuckled, breathless and sweaty as he looked down at the mess he'd made on the sheets. He shook his head as he eased them both down to the mattress, making sure he wasn't lying in the wet spot, and turned his head for Dave to nuzzle his cheek.
They laid there, panting and grinning, eventually chuckling as Kurt slapped Dave's thigh. "Oh, baby, I hope the guys didn't hear all of that!"
They laughed at the memory of their almost savage coupling, Kurt's cock trying valiantly to twitch as he recalled the three slaps Dave had delivered to his ass. Mmmm, that was definitely an area to explore he thought sleepily. He turned his head again into David's nuzzling and, realizing they only had a couple of hours before dinnertime, decided they could do with a nap.
He sighed as he smiled into the pillow. Despite his own pigheadedness and David's boneheaded kidnap plan, they had managed to find each other and he was feeling pretty smug. David was a definite catch – handsome, powerful, rich and generous. He wasn't much into sports but Kurt told himself smugly that right now he was batting a thousand.
Dave tugged the slender body closer to him and threw a leg over Kurt's. He loved lying spooned like that, whether they did anything or not, as he felt as if he were protecting Kurt from the world. The insanely hot sex was a definite bonus but if he never made love to Kurt again, he would still want to lie together just like this.
He stroked the stomach beneath his hand, chuckling as the muscles fluttered and finally closed his eyes. Kurt was everything he ever wanted and having him right here in his arms was to him a heck of an achievement. He drifted off still congratulating himself on his acquisition, unaware that Kurt was doing the very same thing.
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