Author's note: Hey everyone! Thanks for checking out this story and letting me know you want me to continue! :D It means a lot and you all are lovely! :)
So this is a shorter chapter, why? I don't know, but I will warn you *WARNING* that this chapter is...not smutty...maybe sexy? You be the judge, I just thought I'd put it out there.
No beta. All mistakes are my own.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, nothing, nothing. No profit made etc. See Chapter 1 for more elaborate disclaimer.
~C.
(Chapter 2)
Kurt put his hands above his head and danced seductively to the music pumping throughout 'The Pinn Up.' It seemed they had a DJ tonight. On those nights, the tables and chairs were stored in the back of club while the shiny, white, dance floor was clear for people to move on. From the middle of the dance floor, Kurt was able to see all four sides of the club. Two adjacent sides of the club had booths aligning the walls for reserved parties that night. Then the other two adjacent sides had the bar on one end and the stage with the DJ set up on the other. Barstools sat in front of the bar while bottles of different types of booze sat on the shelves behind the bar. The lights were dimmed low in the club while a few different colored beams of lights played across the entire interior of the building.
The young man was currently wearing dark-blue skinny jeans, black lace-up boots, and a blood red V-neck. His hair was messy from him running his fingers through it all night as he danced. He didn't know what compelled him to actually let loose and have some fun that night, but he certainly wasn't regretting it. The club was bumping and there were a good amount of people dancing on the linoleum floor. Kurt had a few shots thrumming through his system and the beats of Ke$ha's 'Dirty Love' were currently vibrating throughout his body. He could feel someone's eyes on him, watching every gyration of his hips and sensual roll of his shoulders. Kurt knew exactly who was watching him; he loved every second of it.
You've been watching me all night.
Why don't you put your damn hands on me already!?
Suddenly, Kurt feels strong hands grab his hips from behind and a hard body press up against his back. The fingers curled around his hips and he could feel the guy's fingertips rubbing at the waistline of his jeans. Hot breath tickled his pale ear as a voice said, "Why do I get the feeling you were teasing me?"
Kurt smiled; his hands slowly dropped from their position in the air and came down to gently run his long, pale fingers through the soft, black curls he knew sat atop the stranger's head. "Maybe because I was?"
The man behind him hummed. "Let me guess, you just want my dirty love." After saying that, the guy behind Kurt accentuated his guess by grinding himself into Kurt's ass.
Kurt gasped at the brazenness, but he couldn't deny how hot it got him to know that the guy he saw boxing the other night wanted HIM this bad. "You have no idea."
The curly-haired man chuckled, "That's good, because I saw you watching me the other night. I knew you were watching me beat the crap out of my punching bag."
By this point, Kurt could feel something digging into his ass. It was long, hard, and hot; Kurt was pretty sure this wasn't the type of guy who kept a roll of quarters in his front pocket.
"You liked seeing me get all sweaty. Especially when I turned around and showed you exactly what you wanted. Me; all revved up and raring to go. I bet you liked that, didn't you?" He husked into Kurt's ear. The hands on his hips slid down to his upper thighs and squeezed. The two of them weren't even bothering to keep their moves in time with the music. Not that anyone really took notice of the two young men.
Kurt whimpered in response, his already tight jeans becoming impossibly tighter as they now contained his half hard cock. All the attempts of witty articulation seemed impossible for Kurt to perform in front of the man who was currently trying to seduce him. He ground his ass back into the guy's rigidly hard cock, enjoying the guttural groan the other let out in response. One of Kurt's hands snaked down from their spot in the black curls and dipped into the unknown man's collared shirt. The pale hand caressed the spot between the other's shoulder blades as the other hand fisted a handful of curly locks.
The man massaging Kurt's thighs chuckled breathily. "God, you're so hot in these jeans and that shirt; you wanted to get my attention. You shouldn't have hid that night. You should have just come over. I know you wanted to; you wanted to get in between my sheets."
Even with his now fully erect cock, Kurt managed to snort at the second Ke$ha reference. "Do you use dirty lyrics on all the guys you meet?"
The paler young man chocked on his last word when lips traced up and down the pulse point on his neck. Then those same lips came back to smile into the shell of his ear, "Only the ones I plan on introducing to my bed."
That's it; Kurt was gone. He was fucking gone. One of the man's hands came to caress one of his inner thighs as the other decided to grow bold, well…bolder, and slip under Kurt's shirt. The hand splayed out against Kurt's taunt, alabaster stomach and pressed his torso impossibly closer to the guy minutely grinding into his jean-clad ass. Kurt's hand dropped from its position in the other's hair in order to drop down and grip one of the stranger's strong thighs. "Well, you know what they say." Kurt forced out with some difficulty. "Pornos produce it." Oh look, some wit right there.
"Are you telling me you're the wild child that can do it better?" Kurt swore he felt the guy's dick twitch against him in consideration. "Mmm…I think you need to tell me exactly what you mean. Tell me before I push you down into one of those booths and have my way with you…in front of everybody."
When the hand under Kurt's shirt shifted higher so the pad of one of his thumbs could flick across one of Kurt's nipples, the paler young man moaned in pleasure. He closed his eyes and dropped his head back to rest on the other man's shoulder. Now, his lips were under one of the other's ears as he panted out the next sentence. "What I'm saying is…I just want your fucking filthy love."
The curly-haired man growled. "Oh yeah? And who exactly am I giving my filthy love to?"
Kurt groaned, in frustration this time. How is it, after all that, the concept of names never crossed his mind? "You can call me, Kurt." Kurt's hand, the one that was still inside the other man's shirt, scraped its nails up his back to his neck. "So tell me, who am I getting some filthy love from?"
A deep chuckle rumbled in the other's torso. Kurt was able to feel it as the other's muscular chest moved with every laugh. "Bang."
Kurt's eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. "Bang?"
*BANG*
Kurt bolted upright when the loud noise jolted him from his sleep. Looking around the bedroom blearily, Kurt rubbed at his eyes as he tried to get his breathing under control.
What the?
Getting out of bed, the first thing Kurt did was pad over to the living room. He listened and scrutinized everything in the room. When he was satisfied nothing seemed out of place he glanced into the kitchen.
Nothing odd in here.
He made his way over to the front door and checked the locks. The chain was still latched and the locked doorknob wasn't jimmied.
I'm being ridiculous; no one broke in.
…
I'm going to stick this wooden chair under the knob, just in case.
Rachel WOULD go away on a vacation and come home to find her place robbed.
It's just her kind of luck.
Content with his inspection, Kurt made his way back to the bedroom. He went over to the window with the fire escape outside it. Kurt saw that it was no longer night, but the sky still had a sleepy, blue hue to it. It must have still been the early hours of the morning.
Then what on earth was that noise?
When Kurt stepped back a bit, he got his answer. His foot stepped on the thick, wooden ruler. He must have forgotten to close the window after his little show from the neighbor.
It HAD to be while I was dreaming of Mr. Hottie Boxer over there.
Looking down at himself, Kurt observed the wet spot that had been slowly forming on the front of his boxers from what used to be his erect member. Being scared awake kind of wilts an erection, you know?
Stupid window.
A/N: Hah! How'd you like that lyrical dirty talk? Not explicit, but this is only the beginning. ;) Anyways, did you like the dream? Let me know. :D Review?