The Storm: Safe Harbor
Chapter Seventy-Six
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: For Elizabeth, my stalwart. Enjoy the summer, my dear, and be safe.
Disclaimer: Messrs. Ryan, Falchuk, et al are the owners of my favourite boys. Only the OCs and situations belong to me, alas.
Kurt stared at his best friend on the screen, holding back a huge grin as he watched her. Mercedes was a little groggy as she tried to focus on the list she was trying to sell him on. He shook his head now as he prepared to defend his choices.
"'Cedes, I want a really wide selection! You know that there'll be a whole bunch of people of all different ages. Why can't I have Tony Bennett as well as Jessy J; or Kanye as well as Pachelbel?"
"Boo, you're all over the place! Didn't you want it more, I dunno, homogenized?"
"BO-RING!" Kurt grinned as his decibel level startled her. "I don't mean they'd all be jumbled together. Look, I checked out a website and it arranged stuff like 'Music before the Bride arrives', 'Music during the Signing', 'Music during Dinner'... that sort of thing."
Mercedes stared at her friend as she gradually woke up and her brain got around what he was saying. "Oh, yeah, I get it," she smirked at him, a mischievous gleam in her bright brown eyes. "Don't worry, white boy, I'ma set you up good!"
She and Kurt cackled for a bit before he signed off, having to get ready to leave for the theatre while she was just getting up to get ready for her workday.
As they were signing off, he reminded her that she was going to toast him. "And if you make me cry I'm going to get you back. Remember payback, okay?" He laughed at the faux outrage on her face.
"Kurt Hummel, I would never reduce you to tears! Well, not much… and they'll be happy tears anyway." She chuckled as she closed the connection, Kurt waving a fist at her as she did so.
He grinned to himself; he was so happy that she would be standing up for him on his day. David had Noah and he wondered briefly what the mischievous man was going to come up with. 'Please let him keep it PG,' he prayed briefly as he got up from the computer.
It was already April and he'd met with Monica and the Johars, sorted out his and David's suits and now he wanted them to concentrate on the extraneous stuff, like the decorations for the venue at the castle, the wedding favours, the cake knife, guest book, toasting glasses, etc. He knew the Johars would be on top of things as Monica had chosen a really competent team who seemed on board with pretty much everything he wanted. Not having to worry about money was a godsend, he smiled now as he headed into the shower.
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KHDK
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Dave had been listening to Kurt and Mercedes while pretending to be working in the dining room, his makeshift office. He reminded himself that he needed to talk to her privately to make arrangements for Kurt's surprise birthday dinner. Smirking to himself at how devious he would have to be to keep things from his curious lover, he turned back to his own phone conversation.
The low ambient noise of the boulevard outside and the sound of their housekeeper combined to give him a sense of home he hadn't felt in a long time. A part of his mind was on Marty's report on the Dubai construction but if he were being honest, he would have to admit that he simply wanted to hang up and go and find Kurt. In fact, he decided to do just that. So, telling Marty he would call him back within the hour, he quickly rung off and made his way through the huge apartment to their suite, nodding to the smiling woman as he passed.
The Casellis had found her through the agency they themselves used and though she was no Dana or Mrs. Lawrence, they found her to be quite adequate. She nodded in a friendly fashion back at Dave who, grinning to himself, tiptoed into the suite, hoping to catch Kurt unawares.
The singer had been sitting at the vanity in their en suite, creaming his face and humming one of the arias from Midsummer so his mind was far away. With his eyes closed he had been just finishing up when two large hands settled on his shoulders and he gasped.
"Oh, you! What are you up to, David Karofsky?" He smiled brightly as his beaming lover. "What are you planning? I know you only get like this when you're hiding something. Now, spill!"
Dave slid his arms beneath Kurt's and lifted him bodily from the bench, exulting in the way Kurt's body fell back onto his. He bent his head, burying his nose in the juncture of neck and shoulder and sniffed deeply.
Kurt bit his lip, holding back a little groan as his ass rubbed against David's very interested groin. "Oh, baby, we can't right now… uhmmm," he moaned as his lover's hardening prick slid against his crack, covered only by the thin material of his robe.
"Oh, god, David, baby, not now," he writhed as the large hands continued down and slid into the slowly parting robe beneath the loosely tied sash. David was mouthing up his long neck and then he was nibbling at a pink earlobe and Kurt couldn't help the shudder that ran through him from the twin assault of mouth and hands.
He turned around, pushing David back slightly and gazed up into the passion-darkened eyes. With a soft sigh he surrendered to the wave of desire that threatened to swamp him at the look David was training on him. Without a word he smiled and took one hand, leading his lover back into their bedroom.
As David slid the soft robe from his shoulders, Kurt thought it was a good thing he was a little ahead of schedule because there was no stopping his fiancé when he got like this. He gasped as David pushed him forward, face down, onto the bed and Kurt felt the fabric of his jeans brush against the backs of his thighs.
Dave's breath sped up more as he stared down at the long, smooth, creamy-skinned body of his beautiful lover. He licked his lips and then bit down, stifling a growl as he let his hands roam over the silky, taut skin of the lush buttocks before him. He took a deep breath as he knelt behind Kurt and without another sound, he parted the cheeks and went to work.
Kurt moaned low and long as David licked, nibbled and suckled, worshipping his body in a way he didn't often do. His hands clenched in the counterpane and he turned his head to the side, lifting up slightly to stare over his shoulder and down his body at his love.
Dave's hands pushed him back to lie down and just submit, which he did happily, his eyes tightly closed and his mouth open. When one particularly enthusiastic lick stroked him from stem to stern, he pushed a fist into his mouth to stifle the undignified sounds that erupted.
He gasped then and ground his aching prick into the bed; it wasn't enough and he started babbling, nonsense words for the most part but some of it simply begging David to please, fuck him now.
Dave, gasping and kneading his own painfully restricted erection nudging at his zipper, pulled away. He groped for the bedside drawer for their supplies, Kurt urging him on breathlessly as he writhed beneath him. Finally he was ready, Kurt was more than ready, having been loosened up by both his fingers and tongue and he slid home.
The powerful glide of David's cock into his hungry body made Kurt's eyes almost roll back and he raised up onto his knees to push back greedily against his lover. He was never so thankful for their low-slung sled bed as now; he was just at the perfect height for David's powerful thrusts and he pushed against him demandingly.
"Yes, oh yes, that's so good… uh, uh, oh god, David!" His musical voice was nearly without breath but the sound of it spurred Dave on and he slammed into the tight, welcoming heat with a force he rarely displayed.
"Oh, baby, so, so good, damn, Kurt, you're so tight, uh!" Their voices overlapped as they wrung the pleasure they'd become so familiar with from each other. "Oh, baby, you feel so good!"
Soon there were only moans and grunts, the sound of men rutting and the scent of their sweat and sex mingling to push them higher, farther and relentlessly forward. Finally, finally! they plunged into the hot, dark, sweet, near-painful climax that wrung guttural cries from them. They clutched at each other as they collapsed onto the damp, sticky spread beneath them, panting out words of devotion and gratitude. Their racing hearts slowed and the cool air raised goose bumps on their damp skin but they stayed there, soaking up the afterglow as David, spooning Kurt, nuzzled the nape of his lover's neck.
Suddenly Kurt slapped a palm sharply down on Dave's jeans-clad thigh, startling the larger man.
"Hey, that's no way to thank me!" Dave lifted away slightly to stare at his lover who had laid back down with a little smirk on his flushed face.
Kurt scoffed and then opened one bright blue eye. "You don't need thanks, you Neanderthal! Now I have to shower and do my skincare regimen all over again!"
Dave burst out laughing, lowering his head to nip at the same earlobe he had started out with. "Not my fault, babe; I just couldn't resist you. You know that!"
They cuddled and snarked at each other a while longer before Kurt eased away, staring down at David with a look of faux outrage on his face. "David, you didn't even undress at all – you just whipped it out, didn't you?"
David's triumphant laugh followed Kurt's swaying backside all the way to the bathroom and he flipped onto his back, his hands behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling. He continued to chuckle as a sudden squawk came from the shower enclosure.
"And you marked my neck, too! Argghhh!"
Dave continued to chuckle and then, raising up to discard the used condom, undressed before strolling into the shower to join his muttering lover. He received a faceful of soapy water but he simply laughed, the sound full of the happiness that Kurt was secretly proud of for having put there.
They continued to laugh and clean up, enjoying the time together before Kurt reluctantly had to head to the theatre. He slid into David's arms, staring up into the clear, golden eyes and hummed into the watery kiss as the shower drenched them. Never would he take making love with this man for granted, he thought as his mind went back to their island meeting.
Dave smiled down into the serene face and once again, Kurt quirked an eyebrow at him suspiciously. "I still want to know what you're hiding, y'know… but don't tell me, I'll have fun getting it out of you."
Dave laughed out loud, his eyes twinkling. "Hey, bring it on, Mata Hari!"
Their laughter wafted out into the bedroom but didn't pass beyond the doors. The paparazzi might have the public details of their relationship but this – the intimate bond, the laughter and the passion – that was just for them. No one else… yet.
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KHDK
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Kurt slid from the back seat of the limo, the cat-that-got-the-cream look still ghosting about his curved lips. Xavier was with him that afternoon, having spelled Phillips who in turn was filling in for Julian. The dark agent had a smile on his face as well, having listened to Kurt hum and talk to himself as he tried to work out what David was hiding from him. Xavier knew, of course, but it had not occurred to Kurt to ask him; no, this was a mind game between him and David and he was going to figure it out soon.
As he stepped onto the kerb, his head down as he wrapped his light coat more securely about him, movement alerted him and he looked up. Milling about the stage entrance to the old theatre were about a dozen members of the press and he almost glared at them. He drew on his mask, however, and allowed Xavier to clear the way for him to the back door.
"Signore, signore, over here!"
"Signor Hummel, is it true your wedding will be in a castle?"
"Kurt, when's the wedding? Come on, give us something, please?" The young woman's voice came clearly and almost respectfully.
At that, Kurt paused, a considering expression on his face. The crowd, sensing the singer would try to appease them, quieted a bit although the photographers continued shooting picture after picture.
Xavier scowled at the hovering horde but waited for Kurt to indicate what he wanted to do.
Kurt smiled serenely, glancing at several members whom he actually recognized as regulars and nodded. "Yes, well, obviously I can't give you that information but I can say I'm deliriously happy."
It was a non-answer, really, but these people were experienced enough to know they weren't going to get more, at least not on the sidewalk or in a parking lot. They continued, however, to throw a few questions at him but it was simply a formality and he nodded to them graciously as Xavier made way through the throng for him.
As he entered the backstage door, he turned and lifted his hand in a little wave and watched as the cameramen jostled one another for better positions. He grinned to himself as he turned away. 'I'd better enjoy it now because it certainly won't last,' he said to himself cynically.
After the wedding he had no intention of going back on the stage, at least not for a long while. He didn't think he would miss the attention from the press but he knew himself well enough to know that a quieter lifestyle would take a little getting used to.
He headed backstage with Xavier in tow, throwing a look every now and then at the annoyed-looking agent. He ribbed him as they walked, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
"This is nothing, y'know. Wait until the wedding day. You're going to see your face plastered over a whole bunch of tabloids."
He laughed as Xavier simply huffed and rolled his eyes. They headed to his dressing room, passing groups of workmen and some of the performers heading to the stage to loosen up before their afternoon rehearsal with Rex. He smiled and waved to a couple of people, his heart light at the thought of his wedding but when he opened the door, he stopped in shock at the sight that met him.
Xavier almost slammed into him at his sudden halt but when he started to speak, he gaped as his eyes strayed to the chaos in the dressing room.
The floral arrangements from his fans along with the cards from well-wishers were strewn about the floor, glass and water adding to the debris. His makeup, especially the powders, was smeared everywhere, even the couch had not escaped the vandalism. Luckily his costumes had been with Barbara who had wanted to make adjustments, as usual, so they had been spared. Worse of all was the word scrawled in a garish orangey-red lipstick across the mirror.
"SLUT!"
Kurt had drawn back unconsciously against Xavier but at the sight of the vicious message he snarled and stepped into the room.
"I knew it! That bitch!" He growled as he kicked at a clump of flowers as he turned to survey the mess.
Xavier glared around the room and then looked at him. "Who?"
Kurt folded his arms and huffed, gritting his teeth before replying. "Who else but Angie? She had a crush on Cooper; I knew but I didn't think her capable of … of this!"
He pushed past Xavier to storm out of the vandalised dressing room, his face a mask of avenging fury. He stalked towards Rex's office and people scattered out of his pathway. They knew that look and they didn't want it directed toward them. Some of them looked back at the open doorway and the dark agent still standing there and then back at Kurt.
Rex looked up in faint alarm when Kurt marched past his secretary to plant himself in front of his desk. "Kurt_ what, what's happened?"
Kurt took a deep breath to calm himself; it didn't work. "That cow… th-that absolute bitch! When did she leave here?"
Rex held his hands up and stared perplexedly at the furious singer. "Who? Kurt, calm down; who do you mean?"
"I mean Angie, that's who! The bitch trashed my dressing room! Why was she even allowed in the building?"
Rex leapt to his feet and came around his desk, his eyes wide as he stared at Kurt. "What? I fired her… she wasn't supposed to be here…" He headed out to his secretary, Kurt hard on his heels. "Di, was Angie Morrison in the theatre earlier?"
Teresa stared from her boss to Kurt and back again, a slight stutter betraying her bewilderment. "Uhm, yes, she came by, according to security; said she'd left some stuff and needed it before leaving for London. Why?"
Kurt blurted out before Rex could reply. "Why? She vandalized my dressing room… that's why!"
Rex placed a calming hand on his shoulder and turned to Diana who had a hand over her mouth as she stared at Kurt. "Di, just get a clean-up crew to Kurt's room, please. Oh, call George, too; I need to talk to him."
George was the stage manager but he was also in charge of backstage security. Kurt huffed as he tried to calm down. The thought of that traitorous bitch pawing through his stuff, destroying the gifts his fans had sent him seriously burned him.
Within minutes George was striding into the office, a harassed look on his face. The three men went back inside Rex's office and Di turned back to her work, still a little flustered. She'd known Angie only in passing as the admin staff was separate from the performers and their assistants. They didn't run in the same circles but gossip was universal and she'd known that Angie had had a crush on Cooper Anderson almost from the start.
Now she glanced quickly at the closed office door and then placed a quick call to the front desk, letting her friend who was on receptionist duty know what had just gone down. In no time every one would know that Angie had vandalized Kurt Hummel's dressing room.
Inside, Kurt was pacing back and forth while the two men talked; rather, Rex talked and George listened, nodding every now and then. They were going to tighten up security for the foreseeable future, at least until Kurt's final performance. Rex was fairly certain that Kurt was even more determined not to come back to the company after these recent events and he couldn't blame him. His future with his billionaire fiancé was sure to be much happier than dealing with jealous and covetous co-workers, he thought as he watched the singer pace.
"What I want to know is where the hell she is now! If you fired her, why isn't she already in England?" Kurt burst out as he turned to stare hardly at Rex and then at George. George shrugged, his usual air of stolidity in place.
"Maybe she is already out of Italy as we speak. She probably stayed to do this out of vindictiveness but she wouldn't be stupid enough to hang around for us to catch her."
Kurt let out a huff as he reluctantly agreed with the other man. The bitch was probably already on a flight back home, feeling bloody pleased with herself, he fumed. He was going to have to replace all his things, in particular the special cosmetics that he'd had custom made for his skin type. He perched on one corner of Rex's huge desk and ran a hand through his hair, uncaring that he was mussing it up.
He would be damned glad when all this was over, he thought tiredly as he listened to the other men talk. In fact, he was really tempted to cut his time short; if Rex gave him a hassle about his contract he would simply pay to get out of it – if he really wanted to, that is. He was so pissed off right now but he knew he shouldn't make any decisions about his immediate future.
The phone rang and as Rex lifted the receiver to talk to Di, the office door burst open and Dave strode through it, his eyes going immediately to Kurt. Rex and George looked up, startled and then Rex said into the phone, "It's okay, not your fault," and hung up.
Dave ignored the other two men to haul Kurt into his arms, saying nothing as they held each other. Even when Rex and George exited the room they stood there, Dave running a calming hand up and down Kurt's back as he nuzzled the tousled dark hair.
He eased back to stare down into Kurt's mutinous face, tempted to smirk at the slight pout but knowing he'd better not. "Hey, you okay?" He smiled then as Kurt nodded and then let out a huge sigh, relaxing slightly against Dave's larger body.
"Yeah, I'm good; just really ticked off at that bitch, my assistant. I didn't think she'd take all this stuff with Cooper to heart, y'know." He shook his head and then laid it against David's broad chest, sliding his arms around his waist and relaxing further. "God, I can't wait for this season to end!"
Dave rocked him a bit and then stepped back, sliding his hands down to grasp Kurt's, prompting the singer to look up at him curiously.
"You know you don't have to stay with this, don't you? You can just walk away." Dave gazed down at the beloved face, his eyes cataloguing the stormy blue-grey colour of his lover's eyes.
Kurt frowned slightly and bit his lip. It was the same thing he'd just been thinking about but somehow he was loath to let either Cooper or Angie's vindictive actions hold sway over any decision he made. Now he looked determinedly at David's concerned face and shook his head.
"No way am I leaving before my time is up, David! They can pull any goddamned stunt they want to, they can't control me! Screw 'em!"
Dave couldn't help but chuckle, unable to hold it in, as he took in the ferocious look on his lover's fair face. Kurt was such a fighter, a much stronger person than people gave him credit for and he was so proud of him.
He leaned down now and caught the soft, pouty lips in a quick kiss, deepening it when Kurt relaxed and parted them. They stayed like that until a tiny knock came at door, pulling apart just as Rex opened the door to peer in cautiously. Kurt giggled and waved at the man to come back into his own office.
Rex was immensely relieved to see that whatever David had done had calmed Kurt a bit, although there was still a fire deep in the singer's eyes. The Artistic Director knew how stubborn Kurt could be – he was a bit of a diva, after all – and he suspected that whatever had been said, Kurt had made his own decision.
Rex cleared his throat before asking tentatively, sitting himself behind his desk: "So, are you going on tonight?"
Kurt moved away from David and crossed his arms over his chest again, almost glaring at the older man. "Of course, I'm going on – why wouldn't I?"
Rex, deciding discretion was definitely not overrated, simply nodded and informed him that Diana was already checking around for makeup to replace that which was destroyed. Kurt nodded stiffly and thanked him before throwing a glance at David.
Dave took his cue and nodded a brief farewell at Rex before following Kurt out of the office. He smiled apologetically at the secretary for having barged past her earlier and caught up to Kurt as he headed backstage and toward his dressing room.
Kurt, striding past the curious onlookers, suddenly realized that Xavier must have called David and as he approached the dressing room, he saw the agent waiting outside. He threw the man a narrow-eyed look but the agent simply nodded at him; no matter what Kurt said, he was employed to look out for him. If that meant calling in the big guns – in this case, David – he would do it.
Kurt just smirked at him; he did understand Xavier's and the other agents' position but he could handle himself. Well, most of the time; coming up against perverts like Cooper Anderson wasn't something one had to deal with every day. Still, he did appreciate his shadows' presence and he had to promise himself not to give them a hard time.
He stepped up to the door of his dressing room and breathed a surreptitious sigh of relief that all the debris had been cleared away and the mirror wiped clean. He looked around the room, noting how alien it seemed and realized he did feel somewhat violated. Shaking his head at himself, he turned back to smile at David who had followed him inside.
Dave looked at the pensive expression on Kurt's face and felt a tiny lump in his throat. He wished deep down – he wasn't foolish enough to ever say it out loud – that he could wrap Kurt up in layers of cotton wool and protect him from the world. It was a silly thought, really, because Kurt had managed quite fine all these years without him but he couldn't help feeling that way now.
He moved over to wrap his arm around him again and it suddenly came to him that it was he who needed comforting. Kurt was strong enough for both of them and at that realization he pulled back to smile brightly down at the perplexed man gazing back at him.
He dropped a swift kiss on the curved lips before saying: "You are the strongest person I know, Kurt Hummel. Never change."
Soft colour bloomed on Kurt's cheeks and his eyes glittered as he smiled back at David. "Mmm, thanks?"
Dave laughed and hugged him but he let him go reluctantly. "I have to get back to the apartment. I was in the midst of a three-way conference call when Xavier rang through."
Kurt leaned up to kiss him but he nodded in understanding. "Okay, I'll see you for dinner tonight?"
Dave leaned in to nuzzle the long neck, kissing up to an earlobe before he replied. "Maybe…"
Kurt looked at him with a tiny frown. "Maybe? Wh_"
Dave chuckled and stepped away from his fiancé towards the door. "See you, later, sexy. Can't keep Phillips waiting!"
His faint laughter wafted mockingly back at Kurt and the singer shook his head, puzzled at his lover's behaviour. He stared at Xavier who stared back with a shrug as if to say 'don't look at me!'
Kurt shook his head and then headed out to join Barbara in the wardrobe department. Men were so confusing sometimes, he mused as he strode along, his shadow firmly behind him. Huh.
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Kurt was glad that most of his fans here in Italy were of the older generation and not likely to have been on the Internet to see the gossip. One of the dancers had told him shortly before he went onstage that he'd been in the news. Frowning, he realized he'd all but forgotten about the paparazzi that had swarmed him on his way into the theatre that morning.
As it was, the beaming faces of the audience showed only appreciation for the beautiful opera and its staging. There was no sign of the spurious interest he had come to expect from those few patrons who were only there because of his 'celebrity' status. He was in a very good mood as he acknowledged the customary cries of 'bravo!' from the audience and he took the last curtain call with a wave and a flourishing bow.
Heading backstage, he chatted with the other performers milling about, already discussing where they were going to eat and who wanted to go dancing later. He planned to head home, of course, sighting Xavier waiting for him by his dressing room door, and so declined all invitations to join them for a night out on the town.
He laughed and waved off the comments about growing old and set in one's ways that came from some of the younger set and stepped through his dressing room door, only to once again stop abruptly in the doorway.
His dressing room was almost unrecognizable and as he gazed about he knew David must have been responsible for the transformation. What had been a fairly functional room very much like all the other dressing rooms in the old theatre was now a small, beautifully appointed sitting room. Well, it would have been, were it not for the gorgeous white dressing table with a huge mirror surrounded by at least two dozen clear light bulbs.
He laughed aloud as he stared around the room, speechless, and he clapped his hands over his mouth as he looked about. The couch was replaced with an elegant antique one-armed sofa like the one he'd bought with Mercedes back in Ohio. The fabric of its upholstery matched that of two matching, spindly-legged chairs at either side of a long, low coffee table. There were at least three stands with beautiful floral arrangements scattered about the room and where the long rack had been upon which his costumes used to hang was now a privacy screen in a delicate Chinese print.
"Oh, wow! My goodness, when was all this done? I mean, who_?" He turned to gaze with wide eyes at a widely-grinning Xavier and then his mouth dropped open as he saw David come to stand quietly behind the dark-skinned agent.
"David, you didn't! Wow!" And he burst into pleased laughter, his arms opening to his lover as the man stepped into the beautiful dressing room.
Xavier smiled as he stepped back to close the door, leaving the two men to their private celebration. Kurt's gratitude could get a little loud, he knew from past experience, so he would keep visitors at bay for the time being.
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The flickering light of the little glass-enclosed candle played over both men's faces as they gazed at each other. Dinner was over but they were in no hurry to leave the intimate little restaurant as yet. Kurt's eyes flickered down to David's lips and he knew his desire to kiss him shone clearly. Dave, too, was caught in the snare of Kurt's beauty but he knew that they couldn't indulge themselves in front of the other patrons.
They had decided to eat out after Kurt had changed and David had them driven to what was probably the oldest restaurant in Milan, the 300-year-old Antico Ristorante Boeucc. It wasn't too far from La Scala so Kurt could get his food on in good time, having declared to David earlier that he was starving. Nevertheless, he had time to admire the breath-taking décor of the venerable structure, almost swooning at the gorgeous balance of marble columns, statues, sumptuous fabric and glittering chandeliers. Their private dining room was just as elegantly appointed although romantic candlelight was substituted for the chandelier's brighter lighting.
The food was no less captivating than the décor and they dined on freshly-caught tuna, grilled octopus and baked scallops; Parma ham with melon; meat-stuffed tortellini; potato gnocchi with tomato and basil; scalloped veal with mushrooms; risotto Milanese; seasonal mixed greens and, for dessert, ice cream with zabaglione flavoured with a raisin wine.
Kurt smirked as he licked his spoon, knowing that David's eyes were glued to him but he decided to take pity on him this time. They smiled into each other's eyes as they enjoyed the sensual experience of dining in such a romantic atmosphere. It was a wonderful end to a day filled with ups and downs – well, if he wanted to be fair he would say there were more ups than downs – and he couldn't wait to get home and snuggle with his love.
Dave was enjoying the way the candlelight flickered over his lover's face, adding a layer of mystery to the sea-green eyes. Kurt's habit of almost making love to his dessert was intact and he felt the tell-tale warmth in the pit of his stomach as he watched him lick the spoon before laying it down. Now he reached a large hand across the pale pink table cloth and grasped Kurt's, turning it over and rubbing his index finger along a warm palm.
Kurt swallowed hard as the feel of David's finger in the middle of his hand seemed to go directly to his groin and he drew in a quick breath. He stared at the other man, sure that his eyes were telegraphing his growing interest and, sure enough, the pupils in Dave's golden eyes widened and Kurt smiled.
He withdrew his hand slowly, allowing his fingers to brush in turn against David's palm and then leaned forward. "I think I've eaten enough, sweetie. Thank you so much."
His voice was husky and he licked his lips as he finished, smiling as David's eyes clung to his mouth. He leaned forward and, as if David couldn't help himself, he closed the gap and their lips met in a sweet, chaste kiss.
Kurt hummed into the kiss and then pulled back, his eyes dancing in the light from the candle. "Mmm, I don't think we want to put on a show for the others, do we?"
Dave blinked as he came back to himself, suddenly aware of the surreptitious looks being thrown their way. He grinned and shook his head at Kurt; he glanced over his shoulder and made eye contact with the maître d' and the man came over briskly with their bill. The sight of David's credit card, the rare black AmEx Centurion, hardly made his eyebrow twitch and he bowed slightly before moving off in a dignified manner.
The clientele of this marvelous establishment looked as well-heeled as David and Kurt eyed them a bit as he sipped at his dessert wine. He caught the eye of one gentleman who, lifting his glass to Kurt in a little toast, dipped his head as Kurt smiled back. It wasn't but a few seconds later that Kurt wondered if the man thought he was David's companion for the night and giggling a little, he leaned forward to say as much to his lover.
Dave glanced over at the man who was still watching them and he nodded before lifting Kurt's hand to his mouth. The man smirked back at them as Dave dropped a tiny kiss on the back of Kurt's fingers, causing the singer to flush abruptly and then pout. He then realized it was the hand with his engagement ring and he beamed broadly at David before lifting his chin at their voyeur.
They chuckled quietly for a bit and then, as they watched, the same gentleman, a rather distinguished-looking specimen, came up to their table and Kurt looked at him wide-eyed, wondering what he wanted.
The man smiled before addressing Kurt in a very suave, slightly accented voice. "Excuse me, Herr Hummel, Dieter Bierbaum. I do not mean to intrude… I simply wanted to say that I enjoyed your performance at La Scala tonight."
Kurt smiled, always happy to talk to an opera fan and lifted his hand which was taken gently. "Why, thank you! Is this your first time visiting La Scala?"
The man glanced quickly at David but seeing only a pleasantly bland expression on his face, turned to nod back at Kurt. "Yes. I am here on a business trip and my hosts thought it would be a pleasant way to spend my last evening. I was not disappointed."
Kurt grinned at him and then introduced David. "Oh, this is my fiancé, David Karofsky…"
The man hurried to introduce himself, a faint look of recognition lighting his blue eyes as he and David exchanged handshakes. "Ah, yes, Karofsky Industries. Very pleased to meet you, Herr Karofsky!"
They chatted for less than a minute during which the maître d' returned with David's card and they made moves to get up. Kurt's admirer excused himself, wished them a good evening and went back to join his hosts, one of whom was a very attractive young woman with a serious face. Kurt glanced at her and smiled but it was met with a very stony look. He was slightly taken aback at that but shrugged it off to allow David to guide him back to the main room and then out of the restaurant.
Dave grinned, having seen the little interaction, and leaned down now to whisper into Kurt's ear, "She's just jealous Herr Bierbaum seemed more interested in you than her!"
Kurt huffed and did a little shoulder flick that was so Kurt, Dave couldn't hold back a laugh. He slid his arm around the slender waist, pulling Kurt into his side and dropping a kiss on the dark hair.
"I think he's straight so she had nothing to worry about," the singer sniffed. He turned his head to smile up at David just as their car pulled up. "Eh, she's not important… I have far more pleasant things to thing about right now."
He lowered his lashes teasingly as he bumped his hip against David's and he let his hand brush against the front of his lover's trousers. Just as he thought, David was half hard and he giggled at the slight catch in the larger man's breathing.
Dave chuckled as they moved out towards the waiting limo and then swatted Kurt's pert little butt as the singer slid into the back seat. Xavier was staring out at the traffic and hadn't seen but he turned slightly at Kurt's outraged gasp which was followed by a giggle.
These two were so touchy-feely, he was pretty used to it by now and hid a smile as they settled in to steal little kisses from each other. He moved off into the traffic, joining the lane that would take them out to the highway leading to their area of town. The Corso Sempione wasn't too far but it was far enough that when they got there, both men were wrapped about each other but Xavier said nothing, he just sat and waited.
There wasn't enough time in the world, he thought, for these men to run out of love. Some might think that was a sappy thought but, on the other hand, he didn't care. He didn't mind working for the love birds and so far, life had not been dull around Kurt at all. Still, he hoped that the next few months would find things settling down. He had a wedding to look forward to and although he had killed a time or two before in his career, he rather thought he could settle into being just a regular bodyguard.
He looked discreetly into the rear view mirror and grinned as Kurt suddenly realized they'd arrived home. He said nothing though and watched the two men slide out of the capacious back seat with a murmur of thanks before heading upstairs. He put the car away, taking his time, and when he got upstairs himself, their bedroom door was tightly closed.
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TBC