The Storm: Safe Harbor
Chapter Seventy-Eight
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: Sorry for the fairly long break, gentle people; RL gets in the way sometimes. I hope you'll all enjoy these last few chapters. Remember, folks, reviews are always welcome.
Disclaimer: Messrs. Ryan, Falchuk, et al are the owners of my favourite boys. Only the OCs and situations belong to me, alas.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BOO!"
Kurt spun around and stared disbelievingly at his best friend, here in Milan in all her glory, her arms spread wide for him. He dashed into them and hugged her, rocking her from side to side before leaning back to stare again at her.
"Mercedes Jones! Oh, my God, when did you get here?" The decibel level was something his family was used to but he wondered briefly what Rex and the Casellis must be thinking as they watched them.
He really didn't care because he was hugging Mercedes again and planting kisses on her smooth, warm cheek. "Oh, girl, you almost gave me a heart attack! Come in, come in, oh my…!"
He grinned as he turned his glowing face towards the group watching him, his eyes going to David's as he mouthed an inaudible 'thank you' at him. He proceeded to introduce her to Rex and the Casellis, explaining who they were and Mercedes shook their hands as she smiled happily at them.
Kurt looked over at his parents and he knew from watching them that his dad had been in on it but Carole had been just as in the dark as he. He laughed now and as all eyes turned to him he shook his head, trying to tame his manic grin.
"This… is… the best… birthday… EVERRR!"
Everyone broke up laughing and as they moved back into the drawing room, the waiters that David had hired moved around with trays laden with glasses of wine and canapés. The background music was soft enough to be enjoyed but not noticeable enough to disrupt the rising hubbub of conversation. The smell of the catered food that had been brought upstairs only minutes before Mercedes' arrival was making everyone's mouth water so, after a short 'cocktail hour', Kurt announced he was more than ready for the main event.
The table, although it wasn't dressed in linen, was resplendent. The wood gleamed deeply, reflecting the overhead chandelier lights which also bounced off of the army of champagne flutes, wine glasses and water goblets. The centerpiece was a long, low arrangement of Kurt's favourite multi-coloured array of roses, adding to the visual appeal of the beautiful place settings. He sat at one end and David at the other, Mercedes to Kurt's right and Signora Caselli to David's right. Everyone else arranged themselves according to preference but eventually it was time for the food to appear.
The beautifully roasted, golden brown turkey drew all eyes as the waiters came in, each carrying a platter. Besides the turkey there was seafood, a number of pasta dishes, osso bucco and chicken Milanese as well as Kurt's new favourite, risotto Milanese. The vegetables were seasonal and wonderfully fresh. The cuisine was not particularly ostentatious but it was rich, flavourful and delicious and nobody held back.
Conversation and wine flowed and Kurt, somewhat flushed after his third glass, laughed loudly at Mercedes' jokes. She regaled him with her experiences, starting with when she received David's phone call inviting her to come and surprise her best friend and concluded with her stay in the Grand Hotel et de Milan, next door to Puck and Devon's suite. Now she giggled when she recalled the look on Kurt's face when she had stepped into the penthouse flat.
"Oh, boo, your face – it was priceless. Oh, oh, I'm going to get hiccups," she chortled as she fanned herself with her napkin. She took a drink of her water as she gazed around the beautiful rooms, her eyes going to the balcony before switching back to Kurt.
"This place is fi-i-ine, boy! I thought you were supposed to be staying at that hotel, too?"
Kurt filled her in on some of the drama that had been going on, glossing over the stuff with Anderson and then ending with how the Casellis had told them about this place. He looked down at the Signora and lifted his glass to her.
"Signora, ehm, Cora, I was just telling Mercedes how you found this place for us…" he smiled as the little lady's head bobbed like a bird's in confirmation.
"Oh, yes, I said to Gianni, you know, I think they would like the Sempione area – and I was right, wasn't I?"
Dave nodded as well, glancing at Signor Caselli. "The idea to buy instead of leasing was a good one. And it's not too far from the theatre," he nodded at Rex, who had been relaxed but quiet the whole evening.
Mercedes smiled now at Rex and nodded. "Oh, Kurt has told me a bit about you, sir. He says you used to be a dancer yourself?"
Rex laughed but nodded. "Oh my dear, many, many years ago!" He nodded and sipped at his wine before launching into a little tale of his early years in the theatre and the wonderful, famous and, unfortunately, now deceased performers he had known or worked with.
The conversations continued around the table after that and as the wine glasses were filled repeatedly, Dave glanced down at Kurt who looked flushed and happy. Finally, after a lull in the chatter, Kurt stood, nodding toward the drawing room and inviting everyone there with him.
The soft rumble of chairs being pushed back and the quiet murmur of individual conversations joined the sound of the soft music as everyone found their seats once more in the drawing room. Mercedes nodded to Kurt who excused himself to show her the restroom and they laughed and chatted as they left.
They passed the hall table that served as the gift repository and he grinned as he eyed the various, beautifully-wrapped boxes, his curiosity evident. When Mercedes was finished they rejoined the others and eventually David asked for silence. He looked around smilingly at the gathering before turning to look at his fiancé. He held out his hand and Kurt joined him, a happy grin on his flushed face.
When everyone was quiet and waiting attentively, he looked at Kurt. "Sweetheart, I heard this years ago and never really thought much about it until now. 'Count your life by your smiles, not by your tears. Count your age by your friends, not by your years.' Happy birthday, my love…"
He wrapped Kurt in a huge hug, dropping a swift kiss on the thick, shiny hair. He relinquished the birthday boy to the others who all got to give him a hug. Finally, Mercedes, who had been over by the stereo turned to them when they were seated.
"Kurt, I learned this song when I was a tiny tot and I don't know if you've ever heard it but I wanted to sing it for you." She turned and pressed a button and sweet, lyrical music started.
Count your blessings one by one
When dawn appears and day has just begun
They will light your heart with happiness
Make each hour bright and bring you gladness.
Count your blessings one by one
When twilight falls and toil of day is done
And in sweet dreams they'll come again to you
If you will count your blessings each day through.
Count your blessings while you may
For we are here but little time to stay
All around are hearts sincere and true
Lovely things abound just waiting for you.
Count your blessings while you may
The big or small, whichever comes your way
For then you'll find this world a place of love
If you will count your blessings from above
The applause that followed the last sweet note was soft but resounding for all that. Kurt jumped up and hugged her, sniffling as he held back the happy tears.
"Thank you, sweetie, that was really lovely." They eased away from each other, blinking back the tears and then grinned simultaneously before going back to their seats.
The night wore on and the group still sat and chatted, enjoying one another's company. The laughter wasn't raucous and the jokes were on the gentler side but the ambience of the whole evening filled both David and Kurt with that warmth that is associated with home, family, good food and satisfaction.
Dessert time came and Kurt, almost twitching where he stood with the others around the dining table, closed his eyes as the cake was brought in. He giggled when he heard a few 'oohs' that were quickly shushed and he shivered in anticipation, his hands clenched at his side. Really, he was 29 today but he felt like six years old again!
When David said, "You may open your eyes now, sweetheart," Kurt did… and gasped, his eyes going wide and his mouth falling open. He stared at the cake, stared at David, back at the cake and then at the group.
"Wh-what… how… oh my goodness!" He burst out laughing and clapped his hands over his mouth as he stared at the cake, his eyes round and shining.
The cake was huge and showed a representation of the stage at La Scala. A figure that looked remarkably like Kurt was in the middle in his Oberon costume and the detail was so perfect, down to the red drapes and gold paint on the edge of the stage… he couldn't do anything but laugh and stare.
Everyone laughed and clapped, tickled pink by Kurt's reaction to his birthday cake and he joined in. The cake was a masterpiece but gradually it occurred to him that he was going to have to cut it. He dropped his hands and placed them on his hips and Dave, looking at him, wondered what was coming now.
"Guys, please, I hope someone remembered a camera!"
There was more laughter as Carole scurried to retrieve her camera from her and Burt's luggage, dashing back with it waving from her outstretched hand. Several shots were taken of Kurt alone with the cake, Kurt and David with the cake and then Kurt with the group, one of the waiters doing the honours for them.
Finally it was time to cut the first piece and, Kurt, wondering out loud what it was made of (hah! as if they all didn't know it was chocolate) sliced into it and then gasped again.
"David," he yelled in happy surprise, "this is just like the cake Dana made for me!" The layers of rich, dark chocolate were revealed as he eased the first slice onto a cake plate.
Dave shrugged, acting nonchalant but Kurt only narrowed his eyes at him and then he continued to cut cake for everyone. The slices were generous because that was a huge cake and when they were all seated and digging in, David got up again. He went over to the flat screen TV and pressed a button, taking up the remote before seating himself once again beside Kurt.
Kurt was curious, wondering what was coming and then he laughed aloud after quickly swallowing his bite of cake. There on the screen were Rachel, Finn, Sean and Elijah!
"Happy Birthday, Unca Kurt!" Sean's voice was the loudest and Rachel, holding Lije, lifted the baby's hand so he could wave too. Kurt waved and then felt a little silly but he shrugged and smiled.
"Happy Birthday, Kurt," Rachel and Finn spoke simultaneously and Finn continued: "We're so sorry we couldn't get there. I don't know if Dave told you he wanted us to come too?"
Kurt nudged David but didn't say anything, just continued listening. "The boys were both down with a cold so we thought it was best not to do any traveling. I hope you had a great birthday today. We love you!"
Then it was Rachel's turn, her eyes misty and she smiled tremulously as she bounced Lije on her knee. "Kurt, I'm so sorry we couldn't get to come but we will see you next month, won't we?" She grinned broadly at that, sniffing back tears. "Don't think of being one year older, just a year better, okay? Love you, Kurt, and see you soon. Bye!"
They all waved and Kurt sniffed, blinking rapidly, his last view of Lije ever so slightly blurry. He thought that was it but suddenly, a scene appeared of familiar, beautiful grounds and then the camera panned towards his home in Chiswick. He gasped and grabbed David's hand to shake it chidingly. He whispered, "You sneak, I didn't know about all of this!"
On the screen was the group of workers from his manor home, with Mrs. Lawrence and Eddy front and centre. They all waved and yelled happy birthday before Eddy added, "We will see you soon, Mr. Kurt, and we can't wait. Many happy returns of the day!" and they yelled happy birthday again.
Kurt fanned his face, looking at David disbelievingly while the others laughed at him. He could hear Burt explaining to the Casellis who those people were and then suddenly, there was another scene. First, a young woman, about 20 appeared, standing before a house he didn't recognize. Then another one appeared, this one noticeably younger and then the camera panned very slowly to reveal a quietly smiling Dana.
Kurt gasped and his eyes widened even as they moistened. "Oh, it's Dana and her daughters. Oh, David." He felt his lover's arms go around his shoulders and he rested his head against his chest. He stared at the woman who had been a friend as much as an employee during their brief sojourn in Ohio.
Dana and her daughters sang 'Happy Birthday' in light, sweet voices and by the end of the first verse, tears were running down Kurt's cheeks. He smiled though, when Dana began speaking.
"When I heard from Mr. David that your birthday was coming up and that you would like any cake I could rustle up, I kew immediately that it had to be chocolate. He also sent me a photo that he got from your Artistic Director of you performing." She smiled broadly, one of the few times he'd ever seen her do that.
"I hope you enjoyed the cake and I also hope that your beauty – inner and outer – will continue to bless us for many, many years to come. Both you and Mr. David have enlightened and enriched my life in ways you can't imagine and there are not enough years to say thank you. God bless you, Kurt, and be well. Happy birthday!"
Kurt bit his lip, closing his eyes as he turned into David's arms, letting the tears fall unashamedly. He eventually looked up, wiping his face with the handkerchief David handed him and looked at the group.
"Thank you so much, everybody. I can't, I really can't remember the last time I enjoyed a birthday this much. Okay, not true: I remember being about four years old and falling into the cake my mom had baked for me. That was a good birthday!"
He paused and smiled as they all laughed at him. He nodded now and turned to David, whispering, "You're amazing," before placing a soft little kiss against the smiling lips. He turned back to the group. "Okay, enough of me sniffling, someone put on some music, please!"
He jumped up and headed towards the restroom, smiling as he heard the chatter growing louder as people requested more cake or different music. He loved his little dinner party and he certainly didn't miss going out to some fancy restaurant or the other. He stared at his pink nose in the mirror and shook his head. He wet some paper towel and patted his face with it, sitting on the closed lid of the towel seat as he waited for his colour to subside.
Counting his blessings was something he was very familiar with and as he sat there he unconsciously started doing it, starting with his parents, moving on to David and on down the line. He finally got up to check his face, nodding approvingly as he noticed the blotchiness had subsided. He flicked a few strands of hair back into place and just as he was washing his hands he heard the doorbell. He wondered who was stopping by so late and hurried out of the rest room, his eyes alight with curiosity.
"I'm ba-ack!"
"Ooomph, Noah, put me down!" He laughed and swatted at the tanned man who had swept him up into a huge hug, much to the amusement of everyone present.
"Happy birthday, princess; we wouldn't have missed this for anything." Noah's smoky topaz eyes glowed as he put Kurt down and he dropped a little kiss on the singer's smooth cheek. Kurt huffed but smiled his thanks as he straightened his jacket. Flicking an annoyed little look at the grinning man, he turned to the other men, his smile widening again when he saw Ian.
"Ian, thank you so much for bringing my cake and my friend!" Everyone laughed at that and the dour man nodded at Kurt.
"Think of it as my gift; happy birthday." His voice was its usual gravelly tone but if Kurt were not mistaken, he sounded a tiny bit happier than usual.
Kurt nodded, smiling happily and turned towards the others. "Okay, no crowding the foyer. You guys get in here and have some of this fantastic cake!"
He shooed them ahead of him and when it was just him and David left he flung himself into his lover's arms. Just as Dave was about to hug him though, he pulled back; Kurt's jacket had parted a little at the front and Dave had caught a gleam of gold. Kurt kissed David quickly and turned away to join the others but his hand was snagged and held fast.
Dave had admired Kurt's outfit when he'd seen it earlier, the black velvet seeming to make his skin gleam even more than usual. It was worn without a shirt but because of the double-breasted cut, there was no unseemly display of skin, according to Kurt. The pants were velvet, too, and quite low-slung, hugging Kurt's hips, butt and thighs quite delightfully. Dave as usual had been so tempted to make them late for their own dinner party by stripping Kurt when he'd seen him but had refrained. It had been a mighty effort.
Now he pulled Kurt back, grabbing the other hand and then holding them both out to Kurt's sides so he could examine his lover more closely.
"Sweetheart, what are you wearing?" His voice was hushed because the doors to the drawing room were only a few steps away.
Kurt smirked. "What do you mean what am I wearing? Clothes, of course." He twitched his eyebrow saucily at his puzzled lover and tugged at his hands which proved futile.
Dave shook his head. "Uh-uh, there's something going on under that jacket, isn't there?"
Kurt tilted his chin, sticking his nose up in the air and sniffed disdainfully. "I do not know what you mean. Unhand me, sir!"
Dave tilted his head to the side, watching the dimples appear. That meant Kurt was trying to hold back laughter, the little imp. Suddenly Dave let one hand drop and reached for the front hem of Kurt's jacket, flipping it aside quickly.
"David, what are you doing?" Kurt tried not to giggle and sound outraged but he knew David wouldn't stop until he'd found out what Kurt was wearing under the jacket.
Dave looked down and then gave a quiet, triumphant, "ah-ha!" There, gleaming just above the low-cut slacks was the gold chain belt he'd given Kurt that morning for his birthday. The metal gleamed brightly against the soft, alabaster skin and the gems winked enticingly back at him. He licked his lips as he stared, both hands now on Kurt's hips to hold him still.
Kurt blushed at the look in David's eyes and cleared his throat before saying, "Sweetie, we have guests…"
Dave seemed to snap out of whatever lust-induced trance he'd fallen into and colour spread across his cheekbones. He nodded, nudged Kurt toward the drawing room doors and said quietly: "You go in, I have to go… uhm… go."
And he walked away, leaving Kurt in a struggle to control his giggling. "Ah yes, what did they say about payback… hmmm?"
He stepped into the drawing room, rejoining his guests and trying to appear dignified. If he giggled every few seconds, the others just put it down to him being very, very happy on his birthday. He chuckled softly – and I'm going to be very, very happy even later.
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KHDK
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Dave lay on the bed, his hands tied with silk scarves to the posts of the headboard and he shook his head. Kurt's idea of payback was always very interesting but he had not envisioned silk scarves being a part of the scenario.
He waited patiently as Kurt took his own sweet time in the bathroom, snatches of humming coming to Dave every so often. He waggled one foot impatiently and he glanced down at his cock which had been twitching ever since he'd been tied up.
"Uhm, Kurt, sweetie… Kurt?" The humming grew louder and he sighed as he flopped back, his eyes going up to stare at the ceiling. That little imp was going to get it when he got back, that was for sure.
He heard a sound and lifted his head from the pillows, gasping as he saw Kurt standing at the foot of the bed. He hadn't heard him approach; the sound had apparently been Kurt throwing the tube of lube to the floor. He gulped at the predatory expression on his lover's usually serene face and realised his mouth was just a little dry.
Kurt walked around to the side of the bed, his hips swaying hypnotically as he did, causing the jewels in the belt to catch the light and wink teasingly at him. Kurt stopped by the edge of the bed, lifted one knee up onto it… and then stopped.
Dave would swear up and down that he did not whine; it was just air leaving his throat without his permission. Kurt smirked at him, his eyes heavy-lidded as his gaze ran up and down Dave's straining body.
"Please, Kurt_" he started but didn't finish as Kurt removed the knee and walked around to the other side of the bed.
"Please, what, David?"
Kurt's voice was low and melodious as he passed the foot of the bed, his hand stroking along the gleaming wood. He stared at the wood as if it were David, flicking his tongue out to lick his bottom lip.
"Please, touch me…" David was panting a bit now, his cock bobbing and leaking clear fluid. He had actually been half hard the whole night since he'd found out Kurt was wearing his belt.
He groaned now, partly out of lust and partly frustration and Kurt stopped what he was doing to glare at him. He leaned down and spoke softly and Dave had no doubt he was deadly serious.
"My parents are in the next room! If you're going to get loud I just might have to gag you!"
Dave gulped and then winced as his cock bobbed, seemingly quite interested in the gagging scenario but he relaxed when Kurt only grinned at him. He still refused to touch him but Dave nodded, indicating that he would try to be quiet.
"Good boy," Kurt muttered and turned to their iPod station to turn on the special playlist he'd prepared. The soft, sensual sounds of smooth jazz rolled through the room and he turned to smile seductively at David lying quiescent on the huge bed. Once again he stepped to the side of it, glanced down at his handsome lover and then licked his lips. Dave licked his reflexively and Kurt chuckled.
Slowly he raised one hand and stroked softly from the nearest hipbone, skirting by the eager cock and down the lightly-furred thigh. When he reached David's knee he retraced his movements, allowing his hand to stroke just a little more heavily. He narrowed his eyes at David when his hips lifted, seemingly involuntarily and waited for David to subside once more.
A tiny whimper came from the larger man and he dropped his head back onto the pillows in frustration. "Kurt, you're killing me here," he whispered/groaned and Kurt couldn't help but giggle.
"Oh, no, that wouldn't do at all," he said teasingly and then suddenly he was straddling his lover who gaped up at him.
"Yes!" Dave couldn't believe Kurt was finally going to put him out of his misery and his pupils dilated as he stared at his fiancé's beautiful body atop him. He bucked his hips up, looking for some much-needed friction and he groaned softly at the feel of his overheated cock against the smooth, cool skin of Kurt's ass.
Kurt straightened up so he was no longer resting on David's lap and grinned deviously as his love protested weakly. He put a hand to his unhappy mouth and tapped the lips with his index finger, shaking his head as if at a naughty child.
"Oh come now, David, no pouting. In fact, I have something better you can do with that," and he leaned forward, capturing the soft lips in a deep kiss.
Dave struggled to hold Kurt against him, to take control of the kiss but his lover had truly immobilized him so he just gave in. Kurt's tongue languidly explored his mouth, retreating so he could nip at the moist lips before going in deep again. Dave couldn't hold back the deep groan as his hips lunged up to regain contact with some skin.
Kurt chuckled into the kiss and broke it off, moving his hands down to play with the hair on David's chest. His nimble fingers then moved to the twin buds peeking through the downy pelt and he laughed at the way his lover threw his head back into the mound of pillows.
"Do you like this, sweetie? Do you like my hands on you – or do you want my mouth?"
"Yes, oh please, Kurt, yes!" Dave didn't care how pathetic he sounded, he just wanted more of everything. He knew Kurt would eventually take care of him but he was getting really impatient now.
Kurt leaned down, stopping just an inch or two above one tight, brownish-pink nub and then stared up at David, his blue-green eyes wide and full of desire. He loved the way David writhed beneath him; he loved knowing he could reduce this man to a quivering wreck before he'd even really begun. He smiled now and after licking his lips and making sure David was watching him, he lowered his mouth to the waiting nipple.
"Uh, yes, oh baby," Dave groaned and then bit his lip to silence himself. Kurt nibbled and licked and suckled one and then the other nipple and Dave panted through it all.
Finally, Kurt straightened up, sitting back on David's hips and fisted his own cock, moaning softly at the way his lover stared hungrily at him. He had no doubt that, had his hands not been secured to the post, David would have had him on his back already. Not tonight, though; he was in control of this rodeo and at that thought he grinned down at the straining man beneath him.
Dave's eyes were glued to Kurt's hand fisting himself, the light gleaming off of the bejeweled belt as his hips moved slowly.
"Kurt_"
Just the one word but Kurt's stomach clenched and he knew it was time to move this forward.
"Yes."
With that he reached a hand behind him to grasp David's prick and sitting up off of him he positioned his ass right over the thick, bulbous head and then sank down.
They both moaned and shuddered as hot flesh sank around hot flesh and Kurt was glad he'd had the forethought to put on the music. He didn't know if his parents could hear anything as both balcony doors were shut but he had not wanted to take any chances. Now he stifled another groan as he bottomed out, David's prick nestled firmly within him.
"Mmmm, oh baby, you feel so good, so tight," David whispered and he threw his head back, his eyes tightly closed. He felt Kurt tap him on his sternum and he opened his eyes to stare back at him.
"Look at me, baby, look at me." Kurt's soft, husky demand made Dave's cock twitch and he nodded quickly.
When Kurt was certain that David was fully focused on him, he lifted himself up and sank slowly down again, hissing as his muscles stretched some more to accommodate David's bulk. He'd prepared himself earlier in the bathroom but fingers were no match for the real thing. He smiled now even as he bit his lip, relishing the slight burn. He stayed still for a second and then he began to move, picking up the pace slowly as he smiled down into his lover's eyes.
He started speaking soft and slow, his voice getting breathier and huskier and his words were interspersed with tiny whimpers in the back of his throat that Dave thought were the sexiest sounds ever.
"Oh, baby, I love the way you feel in me. I'll never want anyone else but you, David, never. When you look at me, you make me feel more real than I've ever felt. Unh, oh yes, soooo gooood… unh!"
Dave's eyes widened as he listened to Kurt, his lover's clenching ass making it difficult but he needed to hear this so he focused on the soft, pink, bitten lips. Kurt continued.
"You're mine, David, this is mine… no one else's. Everything you are – this gorgeous body, your beautiful mind – all of it, is mine… do you hear me?"
Kurt's blazing eyes bored into Dave's and he nodded without even thinking, biting his lip as Kurt ground down on him. His eyes wanted to close so he could wallow in the feeling of his lover fucking himself on him but he obeyed Kurt. He never took his eyes off of him; he didn't really want to. Kurt was beautiful, he was magnificent and his eyes took in the way the low ambient light of the bedroom gleamed on his ivory skin.
Kurt leaned forward to lick at David's lips and when they parted he kissed him again, humming this time as David surrendered to him. He sat up, placed his palms flat on the large chest and lifted up until only the head of David's cock was still inside of him. Then he sank down, fast and hard and as David cried out he swallowed the sound in another voracious kiss.
He rode David as if he couldn't get enough of him, moaning into the mouth beneath him as his hips writhed and sank and retreated. When he heard David's breath hitching he sat back up and grabbed his own cock. His stomach muscles clenched as the telltale burn of his impending climax made him cry out. He threw his head back, his hand a blur as it whipped back and forth on his cock and just as he froze, he felt David erupt inside of him. His lover cried out but bit his lips to hold it in, still mindful of Kurt's earlier command that they be quiet.
Kurt stared at him, his eyes wide and his mouth slack as his own semen spurted from his twitching cock to splatter David's stomach and chest. He ground back down onto the still-hard cock within him and he tugged once, twice and again on himself before sinking down, panting as if he'd been in a marathon.
"Oh, my god, oh god, David, baby…" he breathed heavily as his eyes closed briefly. He clenched around the beloved intruder and then grimaced as he felt David's spunk sliding out a little. He opened his eyes and grinned down at David looking utterly wrecked, completely spent, lying with his head back and his eyes closed.
Dave popped open one eye as he heard Kurt's little giggle and then opened the other as well. "Huh, wh-what are you smirking at, Hummel?"
Kurt laughed out loud, a smug look taking up residence on his flushed face. Despite the locks of dark hair sticking to the sweat on his forehead, Dave thought he'd never looked more beautiful.
"Oh, baby, for a second there I thought I'd broken you," Kurt continued to sit there on top of Dave and giggle. Eventually, when he felt he'd teased the panting man enough, he eased up onto his knees to free David from the silk scarves.
Dave groaned as he lowered his arms; to be truthful, he'd almost forgotten at the last that he was tied up. So intensely had they focused on striving towards their orgasms that it had slipped their minds.
Kurt made a small moue of sympathy as he helped to massage one of David's arms. "Oh, sweetie, is it painful?" His soft heart warred now with the sated feeling of his body. He had actually intended to release David before they both climaxed but he'd simply forgotten about it.
Dave shook his head, smiling up at the sweet face. "Nah, I'm good, just need to stretch a bit, that's all."
When Kurt still looked a little doubtful, Dave just huffed and yanked him forward, kissing him softly until he subsided against him. His cock slipped out along with a little of his semen and he watched Kurt wince a bit. The singer slid off the bed and walked toward the bathroom, stopping at the door and turning to eye his tired, amused lover.
"You'd better come join me in the shower. There's no way a wash rag is going to take care of all of that." He turned back, once again moving his hips seductively as he sauntered into their en suite. Dave chuckled and dragged himself from the bed, wondering for a second if his legs were going to hold him up.
He smiled to himself at the way his beautiful lover had ridden him and he found himself hurrying as best he could to join him in the shower. He glanced back at the expensive sheets and grinned, anticipating Kurt's disgruntled expression when he saw the mess they'd made of them. Not to worry, they could always buy more.
Noticing the music for maybe the first time, he realized it was a saxophone rendition of one of the most popular songs of the last three decades and he laughed aloud. As he joined Kurt in the shower, he sang a few of the words directly into the shell of a pink ear before licking it seductively.
As Kurt turned to his still-amorous lover, he chuckled, his heart light even as his body was heavy with satisfaction. He lifted a wash rag and ran it down from David's chest to his groin, joining in with the words of the song…
...You know how I feel
I won't stop until
I hear your voice saying
"I do"
[David]
This thing can't go wrong
[Kurt]
This feeling's so strong
[David]
Well, my life ain't worth living
[Kurt]
If I can't be with you
[Both]
I just can't stop loving you
I just can't stop loving you
And if I stop . . .
Then tell me, just what will I do…
I just can't stop loving you…
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TBC
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A/N: Count Your Blessings is by Richard Morgan & Edith Temple. Look it up on Youtube and listen to the Manchester Boys' Choir – one of the best renditions of this beautiful song. Of course, I Just Can't Stop Loving You was famously sung by Michael Jackson and Siedah Garrett.