The Storm: Safe Harbor
Chapter Sixty-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: A very, very special 'thank you' to my reviewers Kurtofskyappclub, Lulupimprenelle, AnActressexual, Sweetattimes, Silje24 and all the folks who continue to enjoy my little universe. Your words inspire me, they truly do.
Disclaimer: Messrs. Ryan, Falchuk, et al are the owners of my favourite boys. Only the OCs and situations belong to me, alas.
The opening night gala couldn't end fast enough for Kurt and Dave, despite the cordial smiles and greetings they were forced to dispense. Kurt usually enjoyed these occasions as he got a chance to meet with and listen to the people who made his livelihood possible. Also, it kept him humble and reminded him that he was singing and performing not only for his own pleasure but for that of music-lovers everywhere.
Tonight, however, he was horny as hell and forced to stand here in the huge, beautifully decorated foyer of the foremost theatre in Italy, if not the world, unable to even touch his fiancé who was looking exceptionally handsome tonight. His eyes strayed to where David was talking with a couple of older men and Kurt's eyes snagged on the way his broad shoulders looked in that fine Armani tuxedo.
Kurt sighed and looked away; Rex seemed to be taking great pleasure in dragging him around by the arm to meet this or that dignified personage and all Kurt could think about was getting naked and sweaty with David.
Dave, sipping a glass of very fine champagne, was watching Kurt with an amused gleam; he knew what Kurt was going through because he was feeling the same way. However, he didn't have someone tugging him here and there so he could just wander about, stopping every now and then to chat and watch his gorgeous lover work his charms on the predominantly elderly patrons of La Scala.
As he looked around, noting the elegant gowns and rich jewellery bedecking the necks, bosoms and arms of the women, he felt someone sidle up to him. Turning with a pleasantly bland expression on his face, he held back a quick frown as his eyes collided with Cooper Anderson's pale blue orbs.
Dave turned his eyes back towards the milling patrons but kept his attention firmly on the man who was beginning to be a bit of a pest.
"He's beautiful, isn't he," Anderson's voice came now, the patently false camaraderie behind his words rubbing Dave the wrong way immediately. When Dave didn't respond, Cooper tried again.
"Y'know, quite a few people would go to any length for something that… exquisite." Cooper smiled behind his glass as he saw Karofsky's jaw tighten and his posture stiffen even further. He wasn't entirely prepared, though, for the way the larger man rounded on him, standing in such a way that his whole body blocked Cooper from the view of the other patrons.
Dave tilted his head forward, his voice grim as he asked, "Is that a threat… or a promise?" His eyes were dark, almost green and his winged brows dipped in the middle to meet above his nose. He was quite intimidating but Cooper was too self-confident to heed the warning signs.
He grinned, showing his teeth although he moved a half step back as he answered cockily: "Neither… it's just an observation." He huffed and stared at the looming billionaire, taking in the eyes shooting darts at him. By rights he should have been dead where he stood but he could handle anything… and anybody, he told himself.
"Come now, Karofsky, if you own such a beauty as Kurt, you'd have to be aware that you'd be the target of some envy… or are you that unsophisticated?"
As soon as the words left his mouth he could have kicked himself; in his desire to taunt the man he'd given away some of his ammunition. Karofsky might not be as sophisticated as he but he was no fool. No one who ran a multi-billion dollar empire as successfully as he did could be entirely without wits.
Now he watched as speculation changed the green of the other man's eyes to a cold hazel. He reluctantly admitted that Kurt's fiancé was quite attractive in his own lumbering way but he was not his type at all. Oh, no, he was attracted to Kurt's more voluptuous charms; there was something about the singer's looks, especially that lush mouth, that drew Cooper to want to do all sorts of carnal things to him.
Dave watched Anderson closely, noting the slight discomfort after the jab about his lack of sophistication. He was beginning to see something of Anderson's strategy and if the man thought he could get to Kurt by appealing to his worldliness, Dave knew he was barking up the wrong tree.
Kurt, despite his outer shell of elegance, sophistication and worldliness, was at heart a sweet, generous man. His temper notwithstanding, Kurt did not have a mean bone in him and Dave knew he hated to be underestimated, which was exactly what Cooper Anderson, the fool, was doing with this pursuit he'd mounted.
Cooper watched as Karofsky relaxed and although they were surrounded by the buzz of alcohol-fueled, inane social chitchat, his attention was glued to the businessman's quiet words.
"Anderson, you are right. Many people find Kurt attractive; who can blame them?" Dave smirked at the man's slightly puzzled expression. "You think you have something to offer Kurt that I don't have? Well, I say, go ahead – give it a try. I'm nothing if not fair."
He grinned full out now at Anderson whose mouth had fallen open as he stared back at him. Dave could see his mind whirling and trying to figure out where the catch was in what he'd just heard. Dave, though, was tired of him and the silly conversation and, without another word, turned his back on the man and walked over to join Kurt and Rex.
Rex smiled as he saw Dave coming up to join them as he knew that Kurt was unaware of his fiancé's approach. The singer was charming an elderly couple who had just told him how very much his performance as Oberon was the highlight of their opera season.
"I'm so happy you enjoyed it. I must admit that, even though we'd covered Shakespeare in high school, I didn't know much about 'Midsummer' until the company decided to stage it," Kurt's sweet voice laughingly admitted.
He didn't get to continue though as the long, strong arm of his fiancé slid about his waist and he looked up, startled, blushing slightly at the gesture. The couple's eyes widened and the lady started to smile at the romantic gesture.
Rex cleared his throat to draw all their attention and then he introduced David to the couple. They happened to be members of the committee that oversaw the visiting ensembles and troupes from abroad.
"Signor, Signora Caselli, may I introduce the famous entrepreneur, David Karofsky? He also happens to be our Kurt's fiancé." Rex grinned as Kurt's colour heightened and Signor Caselli reached out to shake David's hand vigorously as he congratulated him.
Signora Caselli put her small, delicate hand on Kurt's arm to lean in and whisper, "Oh, my dear, he's a big one, isn't he?"
Now it was David's turn to colour up and everyone laughed as Kurt dropped his head in mortification. He was already a little turned on in anticipation of the night's activities and he didn't need this little old lady reminding him of what he was looking forward to.
Dave, deciding to draw attention from Kurt's red face, looked at Signora Caselli and affected a tiny moue of dismay. "Oh, no, Signora, are you saying I'm too fat for Kurt?"
Everyone gaped at David before the little woman glanced at her husband who was quite a bit taller than her and considerably stouter and declared: "Certainly not! I quite prefer men to have some substance, myself!"
For the next five minutes the group chatted amiably, the woman sneaking in a question or two about David. Finally, Kurt told them he needed to get out of Oberon's robes before he damaged them, on pain of death by Barbara, and they bid the Italian couple goodnight.
Signora Caselli turned back to Rex just before Kurt left and informed him: "I will expect you to brunch next Wednesday, yes?" When Rex nodded and assured her he would be there and on time, she added, turning to look at the young countertenor, "and you as well, my dear. I must have a longer chat with you."
Without waiting for Kurt to even say yay or nay, she swept away, her hand firmly tucked in the crook of her husband's elbow. Kurt stared after her, his mouth slightly open and Rex chuckled as he nodded at the retreating couple.
"Don't worry; she isn't going to eat you. I think she's just an old romantic and you've got to admit, you and David make a very romantic pair."
He waved to them, bidding them goodnight as well and left the two men standing and looking at each other. Kurt suddenly grinned and, grabbing David's hand, made his way through the thinning crowd to the door which led backstage.
They hadn't gone very far along the dark passage when Dave found himself slammed up against the corridor wall. Kurt's hot, hard body was pressed against his and with one quick breath he covered David's mouth with his.
Dave moaned at the sudden onslaught but he was not protesting at all. He had been buzzed since their interrupted session earlier that evening and now his prick surged painfully within the confines of his dress trousers.
"Kurt! Jesus, we can't do this now, sweetheart," he whispered, dragging his mouth away from the succulent lips and suckled on the long neck Kurt presented to him.
"I know, David, but I'm so hot for you, baby..." Kurt's soft voice was slightly whiny and Dave couldn't help chuckling as he eased away from his lover's tempting skin.
"You have no idea what you do to me," Dave growled now as he pulled Kurt's hips tightly into his, groaning as Kurt ground against him. "We still can't indulge right here, okay? Let's go get you out of this stuff and then we can head over to the hotel."
He dropped a quick kiss on Kurt's pout and straightened away from the wall… and just in time, too, as the door to the lobby opened and a chattering mob of performers rushed past them in the semi dark. He could hear Kurt's giggle and he tugged his hand to follow the group.
Kurt dashed ahead of David into his dressing room and saw the waiting agents, laughing at them as he took in the bottles and take away boxes strewn about.
"Guys, come on, I have to change so get this stuff sorted quickly, please?" He smiled at Puck as he began to tug at the ties that held his robes in place. He'd become so accustomed to having them around that it didn't occur to him to wait before disrobing in front of them.
Regardless, Julian was the first to jump up and start shoving their trash into bin bags and in no time they were all heading out the door, stepping aside to let David come in.
Dave closed and locked the door behind them, his eyes heating up as he saw that Kurt was down to just his under robe and the thong he wore beneath the tights. He knew Kurt wasn't aware that he was standing right behind him and chuckled at his lover's startled gasp.
Kurt, however, spinning around in David's arms, simply re-attached his mouth to David's and hummed happily into the hungry kiss. They dueled for control of the kiss until Kurt gave in and opened his mouth to David's loving exploration.
Eventually they came up for air and Dave stared in satisfaction at the plump, reddened lips. Kurt smiled and wriggled suggestively against the feel of David's hardness and, with one eyebrow raised, said in a reasonable facsimile of Signora Caselli's voice: "'He is a big one, isn't he?'"
They broke out laughing and Kurt eased out of David's arm to continue undressing. Dave, realizing that if he helped they'd be out of there faster, proceeded to hand over items of clothing as Kurt demanded them. They bantered back and forth as he changed and then, suddenly, Dave remembered something.
He didn't want to break the lighthearted mood but he felt he had to give Kurt a head's up. "Mmm, by the way, sweetie, I uhm…"
Kurt, who had finished cleaning off his makeup and was now in the middle of hauling on his boots and stamping his feet to settle them properly, glanced up with a suspicious glint in his eye. He straightened up and then placed his hands on his hips. "David Karofsky, what are you trying to say? Come on, spit it out!"
Dave, figuring if he was holding Kurt when he told him maybe he wouldn't be too annoyed, sidled up to the singer. Kurt stopped his approach with one hand up and stared at him unrelentingly. Dave sighed and then decided to go for it.
"Well, earlier, just before I joined you and the Casellis with Rex, I was talking to Anderson and…"
Kurt frowned now and folded his arms before his chest. "And…?"
"Well, he was pissing me off, going on about you – god, he's such a douche! – and I kinda told him that if he thought he could … uhm, get lucky with you he … uhm_" his shoulders slumped and he sighed.
Kurt, a nasty suspicion forming in his mind, took one step towards David who was hard put to not step back. "Go on…" Kurt's voice was lower than normal and Dave didn't think that was a good sign.
"I told him he could give … uhm, give it a try?"
…
Kurt stared disbelievingly at David, his mind whirling as he tried to figure out where his beloved was going with this. "You are kidding, right?"
Dave shook his head, cringing slightly at what he would swear were gathering storm clouds on Kurt's smooth forehead. He winced as one of Kurt's costume boots flew through the air and connected with the door with a thud, the singer's voice a low growl and scream all at once.
Outside, Puck grinned and nudged Devon with his shoulder at what he thought was the sound of the two men inside getting busy and bumping into stuff. The grin faded, however, when the next sound was a crash, the definite sound of glass splintering against glass.
He made a move towards the door only to stop when he heard the unmistakable sound of an angry Kurt yelling: "David Karofsky, are you out of your mind?"
The four agents didn't know what to do and stood milling about the door, staring first at it and then at each other. Finally Puck shrugged and muttered, "Lovers' quarrel" and they turned away, not looking at one another.
Cooper, who had been unable to keep away, had just strolled up behind the group and he grinned now at what sounded like Karofsky getting his ass kicked, so to speak, by his temperamental little fiancé. He felt a twinge of joyful anticipation but he schooled his features into one of concern, ignoring the scowl he received from Xavier.
Inside the room, Dave stared in awe at the wreckage surrounding his furious lover. It was, truly, a spectacle to behold and yet Kurt had spared the exquisite floral arrangement Dave had sent him in its delicate vase, a work of art in itself. Now, he held his hands out to Kurt in supplication, pasting a puppy dog expression on his face to appease his fuming lover.
"Kurt, sweetheart, I was thinking of you," he said now, his voice low and soothing and just a tad sexy. "I know you can handle him, babe, but he seems to want to underestimate you."
Kurt huffed, folding his arms again and Dave could read him well enough to know that, while he might still be angry, he was actually ready to listen.
"I figured, sweetheart, that because you love me but he doesn't believe that, it was your right to enlighten him. I know you are the only one who can make him see reason. If it were left to me, I'd do it myself… or let Xavier, Julian and Puck handle him, you know that."
He relaxed as he spied a dimple fluctuating in Kurt's smooth cheek and knew he'd won. Kurt was fighting not to grin and now Dave felt it was safe to actually touch Kurt, moving slowly toward him and thrn slipping his arms around his waist. He waited for Kurt to respond to him and, in the meantime, nibbled on one delicate pink earlobe.
Kurt shivered at the feel of his lover's mouth on him and he sighed, turning his head to look up into the warm golden eyes. He really loved David more than what was probably good for him and now he couldn't sustain his righteous ire, even though he wanted to.
"Okay, I understand your logic but I can't approve of your actions, you know that, right?" He waited for David to nod and he settled into his arms fully. "I love you to a really stupid degree - and you are right; Cooper is a bit of a pest so I'll just have to set him straight."
He allowed David to kiss him, humming into the delicious feel of his lover's mouth and then he eased back, frowning slightly. "Uh, I know there must be a small crowd gathered outside by now. How are we going to handle this?"
Dave shrugged. "Simply say you had an accident in here and get someone in to clean up... What are you going to actually do about Anderson, though?"
Kurt bit his lip, tilting his head as he thought while enjoying the feel of David's hands massaging his ass. "Mmmm, I think I'll play along for a bit and, let's see, every time he tries something romantic or seductive, I'll simply bring up your name. How's that?"
Dave dropped a light kiss on the pointy, upturned nose and then smiled. "That would frustrate any man, believe me. But what if he tries to get physical, what then?"
Kurt leaned his upper body back but was careful to leave their hips pressed together. "Oh, sweetie, you have no idea, do you?"
When Dave twitched an enquiring eyebrow at him, Kurt giggled, bit his lips and looked up coyly through his long, darkened lashes. "Let's just say we don't need the boys' weapons for me to deal with Mr. Cooper Anderson."
He laughed out loud as David's eyes widened and he could swear he saw curiosity flash within the golden depths. David just nodded now, saying, "Okay, as I said before, I know you can handle that twit. Now, let's get out of here. I believe someone has yet to thank me properly for flowers that can't even begin to match his beauty."
He chuckled as colour flowed into Kurt's smooth cheeks and leaned down to kiss him again. He really couldn't get enough of this man and it appeared he was lucky because Kurt apparently couldn't get enough of him either.
When they finally separated for Kurt to gather his things together and Dave got his overcoat from the couch, Kurt stopped and turned to him, a look of mischief lighting up his whole face.
"Oh, I just thought of something! No doubt Cooper is hovering around out there after all the racket I was making," he paused as David nodded, "so let's pretend we're on the outs, okay? That will make him think he's going to have an easier time of 'wooing' me."
Dave grinned as he shook his head admiringly. "You are such a devious, little diva. Remind me never to get on your bad side… again."
Kurt's eyes softened and he placed a hand on David's chest, feeling the strong beat of his lover's heart. "I love you, David, never forget that. I will get angry at times – probably go ballistic and throw things – but nothing will ever change my love for you. Do you understand?"
Dave grasped the hand that was resting against his chest and brought it to his lips, dropping a kiss against the fingers. He nodded as he replied with a little smile, "I understand… it's just that you can be a little scary sometimes."
Kurt burst out laughing, careful to keep his voice low and nodded with a superior expression on his face now. "You just remember that and everything will be okay. I'm not called a diva for nothing, y'know."
With that he whirled away from Dave and if he hadn't known about Kurt's plan to fool Cooper who was no doubt hovering outside the door, he would have been a little intimidated by the cold look now plastered firmly on his lover's beautiful face.
Kurt waited with his coat in his arms and looked down his nose at Dave who moved to hastily open the dressing room door. He smirked as Kurt muttered a cool 'thank you' and swept past him.
Outside, Puck waited with the others, which now included a group of Kurt's colleagues who were pretending to do various things conveniently within the vicinity of the diva's dressing room. He watched now as Kurt strutted out of the room, his nose firmly in the air, a grim-faced Dave following quickly behind him. Puck's heart clenched at the thought of his friends being on the outs with each other.
Suddenly Kurt's high, clear voice called out: "Oh, Cooper, could you have someone take care of the … uh… breakage in there, please? I had a slight… mishap. Thanks… and see you all tomorrow."
The diva spun on his heels and swept away, his entourage of David, Puck, Devon, Julian and Xavier following after him quickly. Puck glared at the staring rubberneckers and sneered when he saw a couple of them with their heads together. No doubt there'd be stuff in the papers about the little dust-up they'd overheard and he sighed; he almost longed for the days when Dave had been almost a recluse and they weren't ever in the public eye. Well, not like this because, as a billionaire, Dave was always going to get some coverage at times.
The group walked in silence to the side doors of the theatre and made their way out to the street; they were on foot because their hotel was only a few minutes away from the famous theatre. Puck hurried up to fall into step beside Devon who was walking behind Dave and Kurt. He brushed his hand against his lover's and relaxed at the sweet little smile the curly-haired agent bestowed on him.
Puck turned his head forward just in time to glimpse a quick wink from Dave to Kurt and the diva's answering little grin.
What the_?
Puck did a double take and it suddenly dawned on him that, for whatever reason – and he'd probably find out later – those two had staged that little drama back at the dressing room. He shook his head and stifled a little chuckle, one that was partly from relief. He would have hated it if the two men who were so in love with each other were already quarreling. That wouldn't have boded well for the upcoming wedding at all. No, sir, and he was quite looking forward to seeing David hitched, seriously.
Within minutes the group strode up the steps of their hotel but instead of heading upstairs, Dave turned and asked them all if they wanted to stop in at the American bar. When they all agreed, Kurt gifting another little smile to David, the group eventually settled into seats in the bar area.
Puck relaxed further as he watched the loving interaction between his friends. When they all had drinks in front of them and the menus opened and studied, he looked at Dave with an eyebrow raised in his customary look of sarcastic inquiry.
Kurt, understanding that Puck was demanding an explanation for their odd behaviour, looked at David who nodded for him to go ahead and enlighten them all.
The singer glanced quickly at Julian and Xavier and then addressed Puck and Devon. "It all boils down to the fact that the new assistant artistic director, Cooper Anderson, is being a bit of an idiot."
Puck looked a little startled when both Julian and Xavier reacted to that statement; the blond snorted softly – and wasn't that strange coming from him? – and Xavier nodded vigorously, a ferocious scowl warping his dark features.
"Okaay," Puck said slowly, his brows still scrunched up slightly, betraying his puzzlement. "I get that; lots of guys are…" and he stared at Kurt with a definite air of 'go on!' about him.
Kurt chuckled and took a sip before continuing. "Yeah, but he seems to believe that, although I'm in love with David and will be marrying him in a few months, I'd be better off with him."
Puck's mouth dropped open and both Kurt and Devon laughed at how comical he looked. "What, are you serious? What has he been saying and why haven't I been told about this?" He turned a slightly jaundiced eye on his two agents who had accompanied Kurt here and were supposed to be looking out for him.
"Hey, hey, calm down, Noah!" Kurt's voice was sharp but low, given where they were currently seated. Kurt leaned forward as he continued. "Cooper is not a danger – not like you-know-who was, okay? He's just incredibly conceited because he comes from old money and I knew his brother when I was at Juilliard. I used to stay at their house in the Hamptons and that's when I met Cooper. His brother, Blaine, is nothing like him, believe me."
Puck threw a slightly apologetic look at his agents and smiled at Devon who had rested his hand on his arm. "Okay, I get it. Sooo, basically, you think you can handle him. I get it… but what was all that back in the dressing room?"
Dave spoke up now. "Well, that was me, getting ahead of myself. Actually, I saw Anderson during the opening night drinks party and I may have goaded him a bit."
The looks of confusion were spread amongst all the agents now as they stared at him. He scratched his neck and looked at Kurt as if asking to be rescued but Kurt only quirked his lips at him and sat back. He took a sip and watched his lover squirm a bit.
"He made me so mad that I told him that if he thought he could convince Kurt that he was better for him, he should… uhm, give it a shot."
! … ?
Puck was the only one who vocalized what they were all thinking: "WHAT THE_? Really?"
Dave rolled his eyes but couldn't stop the faint colour from creeping onto his cheeks. "Yeah, yeah, not my brightest moment but I dare any of you t-to not lose it when talking to that _ creep!"
Kurt burst out laughing as he watched David sputtering and the agents – except for Puck – trying to look professional and dispassionate. It wasn't working; Xavier was looking as if he wanted to help David kick Cooper's ass, Devon still looked a little confused and Julian looked as if he would be happy to organize a little accident for the pest.
Kurt's laughter drew all eyes and when a minute had passed he started to calm down, aware of the other bar patrons looking on as well.
"Oh, gosh, you guys," he chuckled sporadically; "the looks on your faces. Whoo, boy, I needed that!" He grinned at them unrepentantly and took a long sip of his drink, all the while staring at them staring back at him.
Now Puck picked up again. "So, the furniture and stuff smashing that we heard, that was…?"
Dave nodded, a tiny smile hovering over his lips. "That was a full-on diva reaction to my confession, of course."
Again the silence stretched as Puck nodded and then he looked at Dave, his eyebrow quirked. "I'd say you were lucky you could actually walk out of that room intact."
It was Kurt's turn to look outraged. "Wh-what the heck does that mean, Noah Puckerman!"
Puck shrugged and winked at Dave before smiling at Devon. "Babe, you have never seen the princess here in a full-on snit, have you?" When Devon shook his head reluctantly, shrugging apologetically at a wide-eyed Kurt, Puck continued, sitting back and staring at the singer. "Our diva here with the face of an angel has a tongue that can rip you to shreds at forty feet, oh, yeah."
Kurt narrowed his eyes at the grinning idiot and turned to David as if expecting him to refute what his friend had just said. When nothing was forthcoming he huffed and muttered something beneath his breath that they all knew was unflattering to Puck's parentage.
Dave chuckled and covered a hand with his, squeezing it in either apology or affection, it didn't really matter which. Kurt settled down and they all turned their attention to what they wanted to order. Kurt made a general announcement that Dave just knew was really directed at him about not having anything too heavy before retiring to… bed.
Dave nodded but when their server arrived he ordered a club sandwich, fries and a whiskey and soda. "Well, I've been reliably told I'm a big boy so I have to eat to… uhm, keep up my strength."
Kurt simply shook his head and ordered his own sandwich and asked the young man if they served iced tea. They all settled down to their relatively light meal with Puck and Devon regaling them with anecdotes about some of the sights and situations they'd encountered in Mumbai. Soon, though, they'd all had enough to eat and it was time to head up to bed.
Kurt, catching David's eye, threw him a provocative little wink and grinned when his fiancé widened his eyes at him. They were very much looking forward to time alone and now Kurt rose, waiting for David to join him and then everyone strolled out to the lifts, still chatting softly about any number of things.
Dave slid an arm around Kurt's shoulder, nuzzling his hair as they rode up in the lift and once they'd reached their floor, everyone dispersed, Devon and Puck taking the suite that Monica had used during her visit.
As they stepped into the suite, Kurt pulled David close, took his mouth in a swift kiss and then eased back to look up at him, smiling softly.
"I don't want to waste any time, sweetheart, I've missed you so much." He gasped as David swept him up and strode towards the bedroom. Dave kicked the bedroom door shut and then deposited Kurt onto the huge bed. Kurt pulled David down onto him immediately, slid his arms around his shoulders and within seconds they were both panting through a ferocious kiss.
Hands fumbled with buckles and buttons and zippers and Kurt didn't know or care where their clothes landed; he only wanted to feel skin. He felt his lips swelling as David bit at his mouth, their breaths mingling amid the soft groans and Kurt moaned at the feel of David's cock prodding his belly.
Soon Kurt was grasping for David who climbed between his legs and the singer cried out when he was quickly engulfed in wet heat, the immediate suction sending his back arching off the bed.
"Oh, David, oh, god, yes!" He scrabbled at his lover's curly hair and pushed up into the dark, sweet feel of the mouth around him. "Yes!"
Dave pulled off and stared hungrily at Kurt's body; he'd missed him so much that he couldn't even jerk off and now he was here it was as if he couldn't get enough of looking at him. The flush that went from Kurt's cheeks down to the middle of the pale, toned chest was something he'd never tire of. So, too, the lovely, strong thighs that quivered now as Kurt clung to him, panting.
"Sweetie, we need stuff," Kurt groaned out, his hand dropping to his neglected prick, biting his lips as David devoured him with his eyes. "I need you… please!"
That was enough to get Dave scrabbling for the drawer of the bedside table, knowing Kurt must have at least hand cream or something in there. With Kurt chanting "hurry, hurry, hurry" beneath his breath, Dave yanked the drawer open and… aha! there it was… he grabbed a tube of lube and quickly unscrewed the cap.
Straightening up, he paused only to bat Kurt's hand away from his cock and squirted some of the viscous substance into the smaller man's hand. Kurt's eyes widened and then he grinned, a lewd smirk stretching the pink lips and he sat up to grasp David's twitching cock.
As he slicked Dave up, he leaned in for another voracious kiss, grinning as David moaned at the feel of Kurt's hand sliding up and down his cock.
Dave eased back, murmuring "my turn" across Kurt's sweet lips. He pushed Kurt back down and moved the long, smooth legs up and back to expose the pucker that was his destination. He squeezed some of the lube directly onto the fluttering muscle, grinning as Kurt cursed at the coolness, and then slid two fingers inside without pause.
Kurt cried out and curled upward before subsiding so Dave could stretch him. He was so turned on that he was panting and babbling half broken little sentences, the most complete of which was to tell David to hurry up and fuck him, he was ready. Dave ignored him and added a third finger but when he went to get more lube, Kurt's growl warned him that enough was enough!
He lifted Kurt's legs up onto his shoulder, dropping a kiss on one slender ankle and with one long glide, slid into the tight, hot channel, cursing and groaning as the slick flesh closed around him.
"Ugh, oh, god, oh Kurt, fuck," Dave groaned and then bit his lip as he stopped moving, wanting to give Kurt a chance to adjust to his considerable girth. Kurt was having none of it. With a tensing of his thigh muscles he stared up intently at David and gritted out, "move!" and Dave had nothing to do but comply.
Pulling out and slamming back in, they both cried out at the sensation of the hot glide and thrust and soon they were almost tearing at each other in their ferocity.
Kurt writhed and moaned, clutching David to him and keeping up a steady stream of vocalizations that only increased David's desire to fuck him into the mattress. He winced as Kurt's nails scored his back but couldn't care less as he slammed into the succulent body over and over for what felt like minutes on end. Time lost all meaning, though, as they chased the mind-blowing sensation of bodies plunging and writhing together.
And then…
"YES, oh, yes, oh David, yes, yes, yes, god, yes!" Kurt's scream ended in a series of gasps and shudders as he clenched around David's cock and came, spurting copiously between their lunging bodies. "Uh, uh, uh," he lost his words as his body jerked and spasmed and then David, unable to hold out against the relentless squeezing, was coming, his voice going hoarse as the come poured out of him.
"Baby, oh yes, so beautiful, feel so good, oh, baby, baby," Dave gasped, Kurt clenching around him so tight, so sweet and oh, god, yes!
He shuddered and gasped and clenched his ass as he emptied himself into the body beneath him. The sweat poured off of him and droplets hit Kurt's face unnoticed as their mouths clung together, kissing and still moaning out their love to each other. It was sloppy, messy and hot and Kurt writhed at the feel of David's come slipping from him as his cock softened.
"Oh, god, baby, that was so good, I missed you so much… love you, love you…" Kurt's voice sighed into his ear and Dave sucked in great gouts of air before he collapsed to the side, one heavy arm stretched across Kurt's messy stomach.
He stared at Kurt, taking in the splotches of colour on the porcelain skin, the swollen lips and the messy hair wild against his pillow and smiled. Kurt was beautiful even when he looked wrecked and since it was because of him that he looked that way, he couldn't help the feeling of accomplishment as he watched him panting for breath.
Their fingers wrapped around each other and Kurt snuggled up against him with a soft, sated smile on the puffy, reddened lips. He couldn't resist them now and leaned forward to lick at them, begging entrance into the sweet, slick space. He loved the way Kurt hummed into their kisses, a soft sound that said he was happy, that he was satisfied and that there was nothing else he would rather be doing right now.
Ignoring the mess cooling on their bodies, the lovers continued to share breath and kisses. They gazed into each other's eyes, secure in the knowledge that the passion they'd just shared, wonderful though it was, was not even a tenth of the love they had for each other.
Their love was all that mattered and it would see them through anything, they were sure of that.
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TBC
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A/N: Well, in life there's always got to be a fly in the ointment, it seems. Please read and review, folks, I'd really appreciate it.