Tree without blossoms - Chapter 12/20
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sunmontuePairing: Kurt Hummel/David Karofsky, mention of past Kurt/Blaine, Kurt/OC and Dave/OC, Mercedes Jones/OC,
Rating: M/NC-17
Word count: ~11,500 words for this chapter
Warnings: None that I can think of as yet that aren’t already indicated by the rating.
Summary: A future!fic set in 2025 where Kurt and Dave's lives intertwine again, proving just how small the world really is, and how Fate has a twisted sense of humour. AU from end of Season 2.
Author's note: This starts exactly where the last chapter left off, so there's sex. Male-male sex if you've managed to get this far and not realised that fact. In fact, if smut bothers you, you might as well skip this chapter completely.
Thanks for all the reviews (och i svenska och norska också, jattekul!), I really appreciate them. Also, if you're bored, I drew a picture of Dave. Try not to die laughing. Sorry for mistakes/typos – I've only had 10 hours sleep in the last three nights.
CHAPTER ONE - AUGUST 2025 (part one) CHAPTER TWO - AUGUST 2025 (part two)
CHAPTER THREE- AUGUST 2025 (part three) CHAPTER FOUR - SEPTEMBER 2025
CHAPTER FIVE - OCTOBER 2025 (part one) CHAPTER SIX - OCTOBER 2025 (part two)
CHAPTER SEVEN - OCTOBER 2025 (part three) CHAPTER EIGHT - NOVEMBER 2025 (part one)
CHAPTER NINE - NOVEMBER 2025 (part two) CHAPTER TEN - NOVEMBER 2025 (part three)
CHAPTER ELEVEN - DECEMBER 2025 (part one)
CHAPTER TWELVE - DECEMBER 2025 (part two)
Dave's entire body is thrumming with energy, and he's pretty sure that there's an electric current flowing between their bodies. He recalls the last time they were together, his libido having a tug of war, pretty much against every other part of his consciousness. But Kurt's 'god I want you to fuck me' had toppled everything in his libidos favour, and only the lack of condoms had halted him because his logical mind still ruled complete.
He's assuming that Kurt wants exactly what he wanted last time, but he doesn't want to screw this up by assuming something so… integral. He's not sure whether to take control. It's what he wants to do, and while before tonight he had felt hesitant, he's feeling a lot surer of himself now. Not only are they in his apartment, but he has a more than adequate supply of lube and condoms, and also Kurt has travelled with the sole purpose of telling him he's an idiot, and that he doesn't want anyone else. And he doesn't care if he's paraphrasing, because he feels the truth of it.
They've made it to the bedroom, and Dave helps Kurt tug his t-shirt off. He works the buttons on Kurt's shirt, wondering if Kurt actually does want to shower or whether he was just using that as an excuse to get naked. Except for the fact that Kurt has never needed excuses before, and Dave doubts he's going to start now. Kurt's fingers rake down his chest and he can't help but twitch violently as Kurt catches his nipples. Kurt's working on the buttons of his jeans, tugging impatiently and Dave reaches for Kurt's pants only to find them already undone and open, resting on hips so that a quick tug have them falling to the floor. Kurt steps out of them without moving away from his task and kicks them, muttering about stupid fucking buttons, what's wrong with a bloody zip? and Dave lets out a low chuckle before batting Kurt's hand away and pulling the buttons open and yanking his jeans down.
Kurt's already pulling his underwear down and Dave mirrors the action and then they're standing there naked. Their hands are moving firmly, with purpose and they mesh their bodies together and Dave can feel their almost-hard cocks pressed between them. He's trying to remember what part it was of Kurt's body that made him gasp. He remembers wanting to explore it further. Kurt's fingers are curling in his chest hair and he's pulling his lower lip over Dave's five o'clock shadow that appears at lunchtime.
"So…shower?" Kurt asks and Dave groans.
"Apparently…we're just going to need another one afterwards anyway…"
"Mmm…maybe. But we're conserving water by showering together. And it's going to be fun getting dirty again…"
Dave can't help smiling, he's really coming to love this mischievous playful side of Kurt.
"Both good points," Dave concedes, but he doesn't move anywhere except to lower his head so he can start kissing along Kurt's neckline, licking along Kurt's collarbone and tasting the faint tang of sweat. He likes that there is no awkwardness between them, no embarrassment.
"Or you could just give me a tongue bath…"
"Multitasking," Dave murmurs in reply, grinning into Kurt's neck before placing another row of kisses on the other side of his neck
"Mmm…shower," Kurt insists, and Dave has to give him points for single-bloody mindedness. He just hopes he hasn't left wet towels or dirty laundry lying about. Not that it's a habit, but there's the occasion when he's rushed, or misses the laundry basket.
"Fine…lead the way," he sighs.
He leans back on the vanity, resting on his hands to avoid the cool porcelain and watches as Kurt turns on the water, lays out the bathmat and takes two towels from the cupboard and places them within reaching distance of the shower. The light of the bathroom is bright and harsh; he can see faded tan-lines on Kurt's arms, which he hasn't noticed before, freckles on his shoulders, indentations around his lower legs where his socks have been cutting in. The curve of Kurt's back and arse, the lean strength apparent in his thigh muscles, he feels like he's noticing everything for the first time, hyperaware.
Kurt checks the water and then smoothes a crease out of the top towel before turning towards him, and he looks almost shy, but he steps toward Dave with confidence, eyes flickering with desire-anticipation. Dave closes the gap between them, head lowering to catch Kurt's mouth with his own, because he knows where this is going; he knows there is no more waiting or delaying, and thank fuck for that, because his patience has run out. He follows Kurt when he takes a step backward toward the shower and then they're covered in slightly too-hot spray.
Kurt's humming appreciatively under the warmth and Dave thrusts against him, his hands on Kurt's hips. They haven't stopped kissing, hands roaming and Dave's not sure of what the plan is exactly, shower sex isn't exactly practical when there are no supplies in here. He opens his eyes to see Kurt reaching for his body wash and he can't help but feel a bit…miffed.
"You really are determined to get clean huh?"
Kurt's eye shoot to his, and he's frowning and Dave bites his tongue, stomach clenching that maybe he just sounded a bit too pissed off at not being the sole focus of Kurt's attention.
"I've had a long day. A really long day. And then a four hour flight. I won't relax properly until I'm clean… You could help you know," Kurt states, holding out the bottle and Dave takes the not-so-subtle hint. He lathers up his hands and begins washing Kurt's shoulders and back. Slowly, giving Kurt plenty of time to stop him, he slips a soapy finger between Kurt's arse cheeks, and the slippery slide of Kurt's body against him in response is a fucking turn-on of epic proportions, as if Kurt naked and wet weren't enough.
"Mmm… definitely need washing there," and Dave huffs a quiet laugh. Kurt turns back to face him, taking both their cocks in his hand and stroking languidly and firmly. Dave lets out a groan of approval, but he wants more. Wants this drawn-out torture over. He's not going to last as long as he wants to the first time he takes Kurt to bed, he knows it. All their short hot encounters are evidence of that, and it's been too long since he's been with Kurt, and longer since he's actually been inside anyone and…even the knowledge that that's where this is heading has him groaning and grinding against Kurt. And then Kurt is pulling away and…fuck.
"I thought we were going to do this in a bed," Dave murmurs as he watches Kurt lower himself to his knees in front of him, because he really wants to get to a bed, before this is over before it even starts.
"Oh, we are, this is just to take the edge off…"
"Oh fuck…" Dave mutters and Kurt grins, hands reaching up to run down the length of his chest, stomach and thighs. He's fascinated with the way the water has created little paths in Dave's chest hair, making it darker and more defined and all arrowing downward towards his dick. He's not going to waste time, this is, in his mind, just the entrée. And while entrées need to be savoured, there's always the main meal to look forward to. Hands on Dave's thighs he licks a long stripe up the underside of Dave's cock.
He likes giving blowjobs, he feels a sense of power when the guy he's with falls apart and he knows that Dave is no exception. He grips Dave's cock in his hand, stroking firmly and opens his mouth, catching the warm water until his mouth is full. Closing his lips tightly he straightens slightly and then presses the head of Dave's cock against his lips, tight, and the sounds Dave is making above him are all appreciative. He swallows some of the water carefully, increasing the suction and pressure and starts moving his tongue, one hand stroking the shaft of Dave's cock while his other hand is on Dave's hip, fingers splayed over firm muscles.
Sometime in the future he's going find out two things, one being to see how fast he can get Dave to come by blowing him, and the other to see how long Dave can last before he begs. Now though he wants to go for fast. They'll have time after to go slow, build the tension and arousal back up. He was serious when he said they were taking the edge off, because he wants their first time to last, because fuck, they've waited long enough, so he's going to make sure it's as spectacular as he can.
He swallows the rest of the water, and starts massaging the head, his tongue running repetitive circles and dipping into the slit. He moves his hand slightly faster, matching the pace with his tongue and mouth. When he looks up Dave's head is thrown back, as if the sight of Kurt is too much. He slides his other hand down to cup Dave's balls, which are hot and tight in his palm. Dave hasn't stopped with the little noises and Kurt wishes he had a third hand right now, because he wants to jerk himself off.
He only hopes that Dave is just as close. He stops sucking, moving his hand in a fast-firm blur before releasing his hold and resuming the sucking again, this time relaxing his throat and sliding Dave's cock all the way in before resuming some movement, carefully regulating his breathing.
"Fucking hell Kurt…"
Kurt smiles inwardly, feeling ridiculously pleased. He can tell Dave's close, his legs are trembling and he's thrusting in that careful way, trying to hold back. Kurt has no patience for holding back, not now, and he digs his nails into Dave's thigh, and then he's coming, swearing and muttering Kurt's name like a prayer. Kurt swallows, licks and sucks gently before sliding Dave's cock from his mouth. He stands, body sliding up Dave's. His knees are stiff and will likely be bruised from the tiles, but he doesn't care.
"Fuck…" Dave says again, and Kurt licks his shoulder, thrusting against him as a gentle reminder that they aren't done. He already knows what a completely unselfish man Dave is both in and out of bed, and he can't help but compare him to Alex, and Dave wins out every single time, and that makes Kurt wonder what the hell he'd been doing with a guy like that for so long.
"Tell me…tell me what you want," Dave says into his neck, almost breathless and Kurt shivers.
"Anything. Everything. Just…you," Kurt replies, and for a second he feels like he's talking about something else, but Dave's hand wraps around his cock and all thoughts dissolve. Dave's kissing him, tongue moving in and around his mouth, and Kurt knows what that tongue is capable of now, and that memory causes him to thrust faster into Dave's fist. He'd been close before, and he doesn't want to draw this out, but he's enjoying the feel of Dave's fingers wrapped around him, the slide of their lips as they kiss.
"Gorgeous…so fucking gorgeous," Dave mutters in his ear and Kurt groans, feeling ridiculously narcissistic because it sounds like Dave truly believes what he's saying, and Kurt hasn't felt so desired or wanted in years. "Want to watch you come for me…"
"God, fuck, not…not going to be a problem…" Kurt gasps, and Dave's definitely watching him, eyes flicking from his face to his cock and back, and Kurt lets go, the tight pressure in his stomach and balls releasing in a sudden rush that makes him sag against Dave.
"Okay?" Dave asks, his voice whisper quiet.
"Yeah. More than okay. Missed that," missed you, he adds mentally, and tenses slightly when he realises he has missed Dave. Not just the sex, but the text messages and the phone conversations, and it was only two bloody days. He forces himself to relax before rinsing himself completely. He runs his fingers over Dave's chest again, notices the twitch of muscle as he runs a nail over a nipple. Ah yes, ticklish. He remembers now.
"So, that edge taken care of then?" Dave asks, shutting off the water.
"Mmmhmm. Can enjoy the rest of it now…"
"Rest of it? What makes you think there's going to be a rest of it?" Dave asks, and Kurt's pretty sure he's joking. He hopes he's joking. A quick glance and he's right, Dave is trying not to laugh, holding out one of the large fluffy towels to him. Kurt pokes out his tongue, feeling juvenile, but he's happy and comfortable.
"Do you want me to shave?"
Kurt looks up, surprised at the out-of-the-blue question, and he can't be sure, but it looks like Dave's blushing.
"Are you blushing?"
Dave shrugs in response, and yep, he's definitely blushing. Kurt doesn't get it, why would a simple question about shaving make Dave blush like this, especially after all they've done together, everything they've talked about. Besides Mercedes, Dave would probably be the person who understands him the most. The one he's the most honest with. And he's made it pretty fucking clear he likes stubble, well; he'd thought he'd made it clear.
"I like your stubble…"
"Clueless…utterly clueless" Dave mutters under his breath and Kurt huffs in annoyance.
"Hey, I'm not clueless. I really do like your stubble…"
"I had noticed," Dave replies dryly, and he's looking at the ceiling as if searching for strength. "You might like it, but your arse? Probably not so much…"
Kurt frowns, confused for all of a few seconds before understanding dawns, and then he's blushing, and it isn't the delicate brush on the apples of his cheeks which Dave somehow has, lucky bastard, but the full blotchy chest-neck-face blush and Dave's right, he can be clueless. But the fact that Dave didn't ask him outright, had blushed when asking the most innocuous question? Absolutely fucking adorable.
"Uh, not tonight…"
"What?"
"Don't shave tonight."
"Okay," Dave agrees, and he's gone all bashful, which Kurt can't help but find fascinating. Dave's usually so confident and sure of himself, but this whole night has been a bit of a revelation, that maybe Dave isn't as put-together as he appears all the time. It's reassuring.
He's trying not to feel too self-conscious wandering around his bedroom naked, even though Kurt's seen it all before, it feels different somehow. He takes out condoms and lube and places them on the bedside table, and Kurt's drawing back the sheets and blankets, piling them up at the foot of the bed. It feels weirdly clinical and detached, but at the same time his body is jittery with nerves. He doesn't know what to do, so he's watching for cues, because he's pretty sure Kurt's just going to tell him, he's not been afraid of telling Dave what he wants.
"You want to know something embarrassing?" Kurt asks, and he's kneeling on the bed, holding a hand out. Dave goes to him and Kurt pushes him so he's lying on his back and then straddles him, resting his arse over Dave's cock and starting up a gentle rocking motion that would drive him mad usually, but is instead just starting to build a slow-warm-heat.
"What? Is it funny?" Dave asks, and he runs his hands up Kurt's thighs, fingers brushing over slightly jutting hipbones.
"No. Not funny. Just…embarrassing. For me. You know that night back in August when we met again for the first time?"
Dave will never forget that night, or the week following, but he simply nods, wondering what Kurt has to be embarrassed about that he doesn't already know. Kurt's not looking at him, staring intently at Dave's bellybutton or hair or something that isn't his face.
"Uh, well…you know when I excused myself to use the bathroom?"
"Yeah…" Dave replies, and he has no idea where this could be possibly be going.
"Uh, well…Imayhavejerkedoffinyourbathroomoveryou."
Dave slows it down in his head and he raises his eyebrows when he finally deciphers it.
"Your first orgasm in my apartment and I'm not even involved?" Dave asks, torn between amusement and arousal. The sheer idea of Kurt being so turned on that he had to deal with it immediately is making him hard, although he can't for the life of him think what he'd done or said that night months ago that may have caused such a reaction.
"Well…uh…your picture kind of…was."
"Really? …that's kind of hot…" Dave says, thrusting up against Kurt and he responds by increasing the rocking ever so slightly. His cock is filling again, slowly but surely, lying heavy against him as Kurt moves.
"Mmm…it was. I really like that picture," Kurt states, and he draws his fingers down Dave's chest again, his fingers skating through the hair, and featherlight over his cock and Dave's starting to suspect that Kurt has a thing for his hair, although he suppose he seems equally interested in his cock.
"I'll let Greg know…get you a copy," Dave says, and he moves his hands to cup Kurt's arse, moving with him, enjoying the play of muscles in Kurt's thighs as they grip either side of him. Without saying anything Kurt's telling him what he wants.
"Mmm…" Kurt mumbles and grasps his own cock, giving it a few long strokes before insinuating a leg between Dave's and lowering himself so that they're lying chest to chest, semi-erect cocks nestled together between their bodies. The rocking motion continues, less than before, but the pressure-release sensation is just enough to re-start the build-up of pressure in his cock. Kurt kisses him, slowly and thoroughly, tongue sliding past lips, hot moist and warm breath.
"So, you going home for Christmas?' Kurt asks, and he drags his lower lip over Dave's stubble and groans. Dave shudders at the sound and the realisation that Kurt not only likes his stubble, but is actively getting off on it. Fuck.
"Uh…yeah…I mean, I have to, just… fuck that feels good," Dave mutters as Kurt starts thrusting against him with more pressure and Kurt hums in agreement.
"Mmm… why do you have to?" Kurt asks, placing little nipping kisses along his collarbone.
"I…for Mike…just…in case…mmm… just in case she says no…"
"Wait. What?" Kurt stops moving and sits completely upright, staring down at Dave with wide eyes and mouth gaping. Dave stares back at him with what he suspects is an identical expression.
"Fuck. Oh fuck, you cannot say anything. Shit, he'll kill me…"
"Oh my god, ohmygod, oh my GOD! He's going to propose?"
"Yeah, now… you think you can you maybe freak out over it later?" Dave asks, hands clamping down on Kurt's thighs, and he knows it might be an impossible ask, so he's just going to have to…give him something better to think about. He moves rapidly, not so fast as to unseat Kurt, but fast enough to catch him slightly unawares in the shocked state he's in. He sits up, bending a knee so Kurt can rest against it if he needs to, before turning and twisting so that they're lying on their sides facing each other. Better.
He continues the roll, urging Kurt onto his back and stares down at him, and he's pretty sure all thoughts of Mercedes and Mike are gone, because he's staring again, but this time he's completely focussed on Dave. He leans down and catches Kurt's mouth, sucking on the bottom lip hungrily. The hand he's not using to prop himself up reaches for their cocks, and he moves to align himself better with Kurt so he can stroke the both of them together. Kurt's thrusting up into his hand, eyes intense and focussed and Dave can't help but gloat a little internally.
Kurt's body is tingling, and he's going to feel wind burnt tomorrow, Dave's stubble is like fine sandpaper and he seems to have picked up on Kurt's…fascination with it. Dave's dragging his cheek over his chest, and then following the same path with a broad swipe of his tongue and then peppering little kisses. It's having the cumulative effect of making his skin extra sensitive, and he'd been joking when he'd mentioned a tongue bath, but that's what it feels like Dave is doing, tasting every part of him as he moves down Kurt's body.
Dave's chest hair drags across the head of his cock and god it's like thousands of tiny little feathers, and the sensation would be ticklish if he weren't so fucking aroused right now. For him this type of arousal is slow building, and he can get to a state where he's so aroused he can stay that way for what seems like hours, and the resulting orgasms are intense and he'd put money on this one being no exception. He can feel Dave's cock, warm-heavy-firm against his leg and yeah, there's nowhere else he'd rather be right now.
Dave runs his tongue over Kurt's right hipbone and he almost jumps out of his skin. That particular patch of skin has always been extra sensitive, and it's as if Dave had been searching for it, because he mumbles something, although Kurt has no idea what. He can feel the tension and pressure building up in his cock and fuck it feels good. All warm prickly anticipation, skin tight with heat and god, it's as if Dave can read his mind, because there's a spit-slick thumb sliding between his arse cheeks and massaging his hole. He automatically draws his legs up to give Dave better access.
"God, fuck, just… it's been awhile," he mutters, and he's not sure if he wants Dave to go faster or slower or what, just as long as he doesn't stop.
"Yeah, I know…for me too," Dave says, voice quiet and Kurt's pretty sure he's gone all serious and sombre so he thrusts up slightly, cock knocking against Dave's chin and he gets a long broad lick for his efforts, and fuck he really needs to get this moving. He hears Dave's muttered 'should've fucking shaved' and bites his lip in amusement, because they're clearly on the same wavelength. Dave's moving, reaching for the lube and condoms, stopping to kiss Kurt, staring at him intently for a brief second and then kissing him again.
"Like this?" Dave asks when he breaks away, and Kurt blanks for a second, wondering why they've stopped, and then he nods, because yes, exactly like this. He watches, quiet, as Dave squirts some lube onto his fingers, and then his thumb is at his hole again, resuming the circling massage and applying gentle pressure. Kurt wants to push, but as long as Dave doesn't muck about he's willing to be patient. For now.
Thankfully Dave doesn't waste time, but neither does he rush, and it's maddening, because now that this is happening, Kurt wants it so badly he's becoming impatient. When the first finger slips inside he does bear down, more than ready for it, and they're both making appreciative groans, and Kurt likes the sound of them together. Dave moves his finger in and out, his other hand gentle on his hip, occasionally stroking over the same patch of skin as before, his eyes on Kurt's face, watching. He obviously sees something, because then there are two fingers, pushing stretching and scissoring and Dave's mouth is on his cock, but he doesn't need the distraction. The tight burn he's experiencing isn't painful, just uncomfortable, and he knows that that goes quickly enough. He's thrusting as much as he can against Dave's hand, trying to convey that it's okay, that he's okay. Twisting fingers, and then his prostate is being treated to the same massaging sensation and gentle pressure and holy fuck…
"Fuck, yes, there…"
"Mmm…"
"God, Dave, now…please."
Dave's fingers slide out; he tears open a condom and has it on before Kurt can do it. He doesn't stop to ask Kurt if he's sure, just watches him again, eyes dark and he moves with an assurance and confidence that Kurt can't help but find attractive. He drags his fingers down Kurt's body, all the way down his legs and then pushes his legs back and Kurt drops his head back, unable to watch because he just wants to feel.
Dave's fingers are at his hole again, and he can feel the cool slide of more lube. Dave isn't hesitant, not worried about hurting him, managing to be firm and gentle and fucking sexy all at the same time. He can't help the gasp when Dave starts pushing, the stinging-stretch snapping into pinpoint focus before he forces himself to relax and push back. Dave's fingers have done a fair job, but he's starting to think he should have insisted on three fingers, because it has been five months after all. Relax relax relax. Dave isn't moving though, body still, his expression intent and he's biting his bottom lip so hard Kurt's sure he'll see blood any minute. He's still watching Kurt closely, and Kurt realises then that Dave's watching him for cues, and it seems so bloody obvious now that he thinks about it.
He doesn't want an in-control Dave watching his every facial expression to ensure he doesn't hurt him, or over-step some invisible boundary. He wants passionate Dave, the guy who loses all coherency. He doesn't hesitate then, wrapping his legs around Dave's waist, drawing him in.
"God. Fuck. Kurt. No. God…" Dave mutters, but his actions are at complete odds with his words. He sinks in slowly and Kurt tightens his legs, locking his ankles across each other and rocks his hips.
"No…I've waited too bloody long for this as it is, stop worrying so fucking much," Kurt snaps, because it hurts, and fuck, he might regret it tomorrow, but right now, he wants Dave to become undone, as he suspects he's seconds away from doing so himself. Dave stares at him for a few seconds, and Kurt can feel the brush of pubic hair against his arse cheeks, and then he's drawing back, groaning, head bowing and Kurt relaxes further.
The rhythm and pace that Dave starts with is slow and undulating, and he still manages, a bit awkwardly, to occasionally kiss and lick his chest, mumbling words under his breath. Fuck. Tight. So hot. God. Kurt. Kurt loosens his legs, giving Dave more room to draw back and the careful measured thrusts soon give way to longer harder ones, and Kurt lets out a low appreciative moan, because fuck it feels good. Dave's body moving above him and in him; strong, powerful but only just in control. He runs his fingers up Dave's arms, nails sharp into his shoulder and then skittering through the hair on his chest. His breath is coming in short breathy pants, matching Dave's stuttered breathing. Dave's hands move to his hips, fingers firm as he manoeuvres each of his legs so that they're resting on his shoulders. The new position makes it feel like Dave is pressing even deeper, the angle when he pushes in drags across his prostate and Dave's flushed and shiny with sweat.
"Fuck Kurt…fuck."
"Yeah…" Kurt replies with an equally breathless tone. Their movements are getting slightly more frantic, although his own movement is restricted considerably, so he reaches for his cock, stroking rapidly and in-time with Dave as much as possible. Arousal is coiled tight in his stomach and balls, just waiting to be released.
"Oh fuck…you have no idea…beautiful…"
Kurt's earlier feeling of narcissism returns, but he can't help it. If he had breath, he'd tell Dave how much he turned him on. How the clean strong lines of muscle in his arms and chest drive him to distraction. How his hair reminds him that he's with a man, someone vital and real, and not some jumped-up camp idiot. How the feel of his fingers leave hot trails on his skin. How a simple act, like licking his fucking fork, can make Kurt hard in seconds.
"Close. Fuck. Close…" Kurt mutters, and Dave's eyes snap from watching Kurt's hand on his cock to his eyes, and they're wild with leashed power and he feels a momentary pang that Dave hasn't completely lost all control but he can't bring himself to care. Not really.
"Come. Fuck. Come for me…"
Kurt doesn't hesitate in letting go, feeling his whole body shudder and tingle and fuck, he's not used to coming on demand. He strokes roughly, trying to match Dave's now fierce pace, and then he's coming, calling out something, come rushing out of his cock as if it's being chased, aftershocks of pleasure shooting through him and his cock pulses as Dave continues to thrust into him.
After a few more thrusts, Kurt doesn't know how many, too busy watching Dave's chest and arm muscles when Dave lets out a 'oh fucking hell' and comes. His fingers are almost bruising hard on Kurt's hips, and his cock is buried in his arse, small thrusting motions as he comes down from the high of his orgasm. His breathing is ragged, body shuddering from its release. He falls forward, a trembling hand stopping him from outright collapse, and he kisses Kurt hungrily, eager, as if they haven't just had sex. Kurt's legs fall to either side, stiff from the stretch of long-unused muscles.
"You good?" Dave asks, and his voice is raspy and scratchy and sounds far too appealing. Kurt nods and smiles, suddenly shy, which is stupid, but he suddenly feels ripped bare and exposed, as if Dave can see to his very core.
"Good. That was…amazing. You're amazing. Mmm…"
Dave lets out a long sigh beside his neck and then sits back up, still shaking slightly as he withdraws his cock and takes care of the condom. He lies down beside Kurt, side-by-side and mutters another 'fucking hell' for good measure and Kurt feels a little smug. He knows logically it's probably been longer for Dave since he had sex, but he's pretty sure he has set the bar pretty high for anyone that plans to come after. He frowns at that mental image though but is distracted by Dave's fingers tracing over his hipbones.
"I like this part of you…so sensitive." His voice is sleepy and he sounds as if he's going to drop off to sleep at any second, and Kurt feels similar, but he'll need a few more moments. He feels like an overused-overstretched spring, all wobbly and wet-noodle like. He's going to feel well used tomorrow, but he loves that feeling, and it's been so long he's really going to relish it.
He curls into Dave's side, arm lying over his chest and eyes the tattoo. Kurt strokes the letters, one after the other. He knows he doesn't know the full story, but he's pretty sure it's not going to be a nice heart-warming tale, and he doesn't want anything intruding on tonight. Not that Dave is awake to answer his questions anyway. He just hopes he has plenty of other nights and days to find out.
He can feel Kurt against his back, chest warm and slightly sticky. He'd fallen asleep pretty quickly, which is a bit embarrassing now that he thinks about it, knowing that Kurt must have pulled the blankets over them and turned off the lights. He remembers Kurt's fingers, feather-light, tracing over his tattoo, and that's the last thing he can recall, not the most important thing from yesterday, but the last before sleep overtook him.
His body is aching, muscles that haven't had that type of workout in months reminding him they exist, and it feels fantastic. He rolls his shoulders but stops when Kurt snuffles, breath hot and moist against his neck. It's dark, and while he has no idea what time it is, his internal clock is telling him it's almost time to get up. Which he won't be doing. He's not moving. He's calling in sick, something he hasn't needed or wanted to do in over two years, but he has no plans to leave this bed, unless it's to have a shower with Kurt. And maybe eat some food. Okay. So he has no plans to leave his apartment.
He feels Kurt shift, and he grins when he feels the press of an erection against his arse. He pushes back gently, arching his back slightly, and starts a gentle rocking motion back and forth. Kurt mumbles 'not chilli flavoured' and shifts again, his cock now pressed against the length of his crack and Dave hums in approval. He's in two minds about this, only because Kurt's body clock is two hours behind him, so it's even earlier. However, he can't imagine any scenario that Kurt would have a problem being woken this way.
"Why would you put chilli in it?" Kurt mumbles, sounding annoyed and Dave can't help but snicker. He doesn't remember Kurt talking in his sleep any of the other nights they've been together, but it sounds like he's having a conversation, but not one that would cause an erection. Dave grinds back against Kurt's cock, and it's definitely gotten harder, now much warmer and firmer between his arse cheeks. His own cock has slowly been filling and he moves his hand to palm it.
"Mmm…" Kurt mumbles, and Dave grins again, because that tone tells him he's not talking about fucking chilli anymore. Well, that, and the sudden increase in pressure as Kurt pushes against him when he rocks back. He feels the vibration of another mmm against his neck and what's he's pretty sure is either a kiss or a lick.
"You going to do something with that? Dave asks, his voice rough and throat dry as he thrusts back.
"What?" Kurt replies, sounding all sleepy and confused and Dave wants to roll over so they're facing one another, except that in the dark of the room he won't even be able to tell if Kurt's eyes are open, so he stays where he is.
He's not sure what to say. He's not like Kurt, not ballsy enough to say I want you to fuck me. His first time ever was with Keegan, and with Keegan being more experienced and knowing what he was doing meant Dave had bottomed. Dave had liked it; he'd liked all of it. He's not fussy, and with Kurt… well, he'll take anything and everything on offer quite frankly. He doesn't know about Kurt's preferences, but he figures even guys that consider themselves bottoms like to top occasionally.
"What did you say?" Kurt asks, sounding slightly more coherent and Dave bites his lip, taking a deep breath in through his nose. It should be easy, here in the dark, except he'd much prefer for the lights to be on, to be facing Kurt, gauge his reaction. He thrusts back slowly, making it as clear as he can without words.
"I was just wondering if you had any plans for that…" he says, voice and throat thick with uncertainty.
"Mmm…maybe. Is it part of a matching pair?"
"Yes, it's part of a matching pair," Dave mumbles, and he can't help but be amused.
"Mmm, what do you want? Blow job? Me riding you? We could jerk each other off…so many options…" Kurt murmurs, but Dave notes he hasn't listed the one he's wanting, although the visual image of Kurt riding him has him biting his lip.
"Um, aren't you a bit sore?" Dave asks, and fuck, if he can ask that, he should be able to ask Kurt to fuck him.
"Mmm, not that sore," Kurt says, and he starts kissing the side of his neck, nips on his earlobe and that movement pushes himself firmly against Dave's back again, cock being dragged upwards and Dave pushes back and bites back a little moan.
"I just thought that maybe we could switch it up," Dave says, and his face feels hot, but it's out there now. He's too focussed on his own embarrassment for a moment to realise that Kurt has tensed behind him, pulling away slightly. "Kurt?"
"Um…"
"Talk to me…" Dave murmurs, because he knows now that something isn't right. That something is bothering this usually sexually confidant man lying with him in his bed. He has no idea what, but he's going to find out.
"You really want me to…" and he doesn't need to define anything, they both know what they're talking about.
"Yeah. That okay?" Dave asks, and he rolls over. He might not be able to see Kurt, but he can hold him, and he really needs that right now. He folds an arm over Kurt, pulling him close again and runs fingers in a circle on his back, hoping that it feels relaxing. Or arousing. Either is good.
"Yeah. Yeah. More than okay…I…just…it's been awhile."
"That's okay, been a while for me too…" Dave replies, and it has. It's been ten months since Greg left for London, but he's not forgotten what to do which has been pretty evident in the last twelve hours.
"Um…a long while. Like…years," Kurt says, and his voice is a whisper against Dave's chest.
"Wow. That's…a while. Um, do you not like it?" Dave asks, and that's the only reason he can think of, and he can work with that if he has to, but he's filled with relief when Kurt starts laughing into his chest.
"I like it fine…I just…I like the other person to want it as well."
"Ah…" Dave murmurs, understanding dawning, but his stomach sinks, because he suspects he knows why the loser hasn't been exactly generous to Kurt in bed. Little hallmarks which remind him of his and Keegan's breakup years ago. "So…body and mind willing?"
"God yes. More than willing…I just. I'm surprised. You've surprised me David Karofsky," Kurt says, and he's fully relaxed against Dave again, body moving like a wave, pressure up and down his body.
"Good. I'm glad. Would be boring otherwise…"
"Very boring," Kurt agrees, and his hand has crept between them to stroke Dave's cock. "So…you want to tell me anything else while we're being all open and honest?"
"Not that I can think of… but you ask and I'll answer. Just…don't stop doing that," Dave states, and he's trying to think of a topic of conversation that they haven't discussed already, but there's only one, and it's because they've generally been too busy doing to actually talk about it. Sex.
"So, Keegan then?"
"Mmmhmm. He knew what he was doing. Biggest geek ever. He took my sexual education very seriously…" Dave says, moving rhythmically into Kurt's hand.
"I'll have to thank him…"
Dave huffs out a laugh and hopes like hell he's joking, because he doesn't want his past and current boyfriends discussing his fucking sex life. It's bad enough when Karen and Santana do it, he doesn't want it happening with people who actually have (or in the case of Keegan, had) a vested interest. He's not exaggerating about Keegan either, because he'd felt at times that he'd been enrolled in another course at college. Gay sex 101.
Kurt's hand is still moving on his cock, along with his body, and the fluid movements remind him that Kurt used to dance, all graceful like this. He goes searching for Kurt's mouth, and there's a very faint hint of grey in the room now, breaking up the pitch black, but still not enough. He finds warm dry lips and ignores the slightly acidic taste of morning breath, certain his mouth is no better, but who the fuck cares when there's this.
"So…if we're doing this then I'm going to need some light," Kurt states, and his voice trembles just a bit, but Dave has no idea whether it's from nerves or excitement. Probably both. But either way, he's right, there does need to be some light, if only to find where the fucking lube has got to. He doesn't want to turn on the main lights, even dimmed right down they'll seem too bright. He settles for opening the curtains, dragging himself from the warmth of the bed and Kurt's body to draw them back all the way.
It's too close to a new moon, but there's enough reflected light coming up from the city that the room is thrown into multiple shades of grey, and it will only get lighter as the sun rises. He turns back to the bed to find Kurt watching him, hand stroking his own cock and Dave shivers with anticipation. He slides back into the warmth of the bed, and the sheets feel scalding hot against his skin. Kurt's lips and hands are on him, sliding a leg between Dave's and thrusting forward so their cocks brush against each other.
"Hi…" Kurt says, and Dave looks him in the eye, and they stare at each other for a few seconds, hands busy on each other's bodies. Dave knows then that if Kurt tries to brush this off later as just sex, he will fight him for it, because it's anything but.
"Hi…" Dave whispers back, and he tilts his head just enough so he can start kissing Kurt again. He kind of wants to leave a mark, not somewhere anyone can see it, just where he would know he'd left something. He's never done it before though, and he's not going to do it now, because Kurt would likely bitch him out over it.
Kurt's not sure how to progress further. He hadn't been exaggerating when he'd said years. It's been nearly two-and-a-half, and he doesn't want to think about Alex while he's in bed with Dave, but he can't help it. He's pretty confident about his abilities when it comes to sex, despite being cheated on; he's worked through it enough to know it's not his problem. And maybe Alex was feeling a little neglected with the number of hours Kurt had been working, but he should have talked to Kurt about it, not gone off and started fucking around with a married man.
All that pales into the background though, because right now Dave wants him. He's nervous, because he knows what to do, but it feels rusty, and he's terrified that he's somehow going to disappoint Dave and never be given this opportunity again. Or worse. He could hurt him. And he'd never forgive himself for that. So he's going to go slow. As slow as they can both cope with anyway, and he's glad that he's already come twice in the last twelve hours, because just the idea has him rock hard with anticipation. He'd never thought this was a possibility, which he knows is naively stereotypical, but he just didn't think…
He can feel his pre-come leaving a sticky residue on his cock, making it feel slick as it slides against Dave's erection, and he knows he's just going to have to do it. Stop procrastinating and wasting time, and do it. He runs a hand purposefully down Dave's back, fingers splaying over his arse cheek and squeezing and he's pretty sure Dave is smiling into his shoulder, but his tongue is drawing a little pattern on his collar bone and damn if it's not distracting. He tries to focus again.
He'd moved the lube back to the side table last night, before going to the bathroom and wiping himself clean. He'd watched Dave sleep, which he's starting to suspect he has a slight addiction to, because he'd wanted to take more photos. He draws away from Dave, and he's pretty sure his hands are shaking as he reaches over Dave and his fingers close around the lube. He feels a swipe of tongue on his nipple and he can't help but jerk and he peers down and Dave is grinning at him.
"Relax Kurt. I'm not going to hold up a score card at the end or anything…"
Kurt bites his lip in amusement, but Dave's right, he feels tightly wound again. He takes a deep calming breath, because Dave is right, this isn't a competition. They're in this together, a team sport and he smiles at his analogy.
"Better…" Dave mumbles, voice muffled because he's gone back to sucking and licking and Kurt shudders against him, because he has relaxed, and it's a bit scary how well Dave knows his body already. Dave's rolled to his back, legs spread, and Kurt knows an invitation when he sees one. He flips the lid on the tube and squirts a sizeable dollop onto his fingers and pushes the sheets and blankets away with the other, almost scrambling to kneel between Dave's drawn up legs. Dave's watching him with the same intense look, like Kurt can do no wrong.
He bites his lip until it hurts, first finger sinking in and it's hot and tight and he'd forgotten completely just how hot and tight it is when you're not the one being stretched open. Dave's eyes have flickered closed, but he's groaning and pushing against him and Kurt knows how he's feeling, because he's felt it only hours before, and god thinking about it is a turn on, and knowing he's going to be pushing in to this tight hot heat magnifies it ten-fold. He lowers his head to Dave's cock, runs a tongue over the head and Dave groans again, a long drawn out Kurt.
Kurt moves his finger slowly, cautiously, and matches the pace to swipes at Dave's cock with his tongue. Dave's rocking in an awkward up and down motion, clearly wanting the dual-sensation and Kurt adds another finger, rotating his hand and spreading his fingers gently
"God, you're fingers feel…so good. Long."
"Mmm…I can spread my fingers over more than an entire octave on the piano," Kurt says, and what the hell has possessed him to say that? He sometimes wonders what happens to his brain-mouth filter. He quickly goes back to busying his mouth with Dave's cock, in the vain hope that if he keeps his mouth busy he'll stop saying stupid things.
"I don't need to be stretched that fucking wide," Dave replies, and his breathing is short and sharp, but Kurt's pretty sure that he's grinning. He doesn't say anything, instead just pinches Dave on the arse and get a muffled 'oh holy Christ' for his efforts. Which is interesting. He hums in approval and Dave jerks beneath him. Kurt's fingers are sliding easily now, still very snug, but Dave's relaxed, so he adds more lube and slips a third finger in, and fuck, he knows he'll fit, if he doesn't pass out from anticipation first.
He moves his fingers from a triangle to a plain, twisting and pushing, and he sucks and licks with his mouth, and with his other hand he massages the perineum and he knows it can be sensation overload, but he's deliberately staying away from the prostate for now. He draws his fingers out, and he's not sure whether to go for four, or try two thumbs but Dave's reaching for the condoms, blindly flapping his hand around in the direction of the bedside table. He finds one and passes it to Kurt, breathing heavy.
His fingers are actually trembling, and they're sticky-slippery with lube and then Dave is there, hand on his cock, stroking assuredly, other hand taking the little foil square before ripping it open with his teeth, which is another type of sexy Kurt hadn't ever considered before. Dave kisses him as he rolls the condom down, tongue moving in long sweeping strokes against his lips before he pulls away and turns around and drops to his knees and elbows.
Kurt's breath catches in his throat as he looks down at the body spread in front of him. Dave's back. Muscles he'd never considered before are flexing as Dave rocks slightly and he can't help but run his hands over them, tracing the arms and shoulder as well, and god he's so turned on right now. Dave's hole is shiny with lube, stretched open and just waiting and Kurt wants to imprint this on his memory forever.
"Before Christmas Kurt…" Dave mutters and Kurt snaps his attention back to what they are meant to be doing.
"Mmm… Christmas is only eight days away, I'm sure if we wanted to we could drag it out that long…"
"Like hell you will…"
"Bossy bossy…" Kurt teases, and god it feels good to be able to laugh in bed like this. He runs his cock up and down Dave's crack until he can feel the heat through the thin latex barrier and lube.
"If it gets the job done. Stop fucking teasing me."
Kurt pushes, Dave mutters 'oh god fuck finally' and all Kurt can focus on is the tightness. Then the heat. And then the body in front of him, the owner of the tightness and heat and it's a thousand times better than he remembers. He stays as still as possible, truly trying to memorise the moment, but he's going to have to start moving soon, the urge to thrust wildly curling in his stomach and his legs are burning from the effort to hold still.
" Fuck Kurt, move already…"
"Shush you," Kurt replies, and eyes narrowed he pinches Dave's arse again, and sure enough Dave bucks back, forcing Kurt's cock a bit deeper and he lets out a low groan. He places his hands on Dave's hips and pulls back, spreads the cheeks and presses forward slowly, and it's there. That forgotten rhythm. He starts to move more assuredly, and fuck, how he's gone so long without this in his life he has no idea, but he's not giving it up again ever. Not for anyone.
Dave is moving with him, and he's muttering into the mattress, obviously not words Kurt needs to hear when Dave's body is telling him everything he needs to know. Or cares about right now. He wants to try something, and it's a bit of a gamble, but he's pretty sure it'll pay off. He rakes his fingernails down Dave's back, not too hard, but enough to raise faint red lines and Dave's whole body arches.
"Fucking hell… how do you even know…"
"Mmm…" Kurt replies, feeling smug, because Dave's not the only one able to read his partner in bed. He increases his pace then, letting himself go, he wants to find the right angle, so he tries to pay attention to Dave's responses, but finds he doesn't need to because…
"There. There. God. Fuck. Just there. Fuck Kurt…"
Kurt obeys, focussing all his energy as best he can on drawing past that inner bundle of nerve endings. He has no idea if Dave can come like this, but he hopes he can, because he wants to feel his orgasm from the inside-out. He reaches around, immensely glad he's so long limbed, and wraps his fingers around Dave's cock. He gets a long drawn-out indecipherable swearword in response and he pumps furiously before drawing his hand back and returning his focus to the push and pull of his cock inside Dave's body.
"Touch yourself…"
"Not fucking likely…" Dave mutters, and Kurt's not sure what he means by that exactly.
"Please…touch yourself," Kurt repeats, and Dave responds by shifting slightly so he can reach his cock.
"Fucking too close Kurt…" Dave mumbles, and Kurt feels a rush, knowing that, and he mumbles back a heartfelt 'good'. He's close as well, and he wants to come first, because he wants to suck Dave dry. Put his fingers back inside and stroke Dave's prostate until he screams. He lets that thought drive him over the edge and he's panting, desperate to breath properly. He withdraws quickly, probably too fast, and he's pushing Dave, forcing him onto his back, and he looks a bit stunned when Kurt bats his hand away from his cock.
He slides two fingers back inside, there's plenty of give now, he crooks his fingers and Dave almost howls. Fingers are far more accurate tools. He swallows a couple of times, working some saliva up in his mouth, takes a long breath and sinks his mouth and throat down. He's good at this. He knows he is, and Dave is a very appreciative recipient, which makes it so much more rewarding.
"Fuck… you're going to kill me…god."
Kurt can't reply, mouth busy, but he bobs his head, relaxing as he goes down, swallowing around Dave, fingers stroking him inside and this is the Dave he wanted last night, his body responding on a base level and it's a heady realisation that he can make Dave fall apart like this, not to mention fantastic for his ego. Dave's pushing against him, almost frantic, repeated oh gods filling the air between them, fingers scrambling at the sheets.
"Kurt…god Kurt…close. Ah…"
He feels Dave's orgasm rip through him, legs shaking, voice hoarse as he shouts and his fingers are clamped tight and fuck, he'd wanted to feel this around his cock, but there will be other times. Lots of other times. Soon. He eases his fingers out slowly, licking at Dave's still semi-erect cock and Dave twitches beneath him and Kurt suspects he's too sensitive now.
He crawls up the bed and tries to gracefully collapse beside Dave, although he suspects he just looks like a sack of potatoes. Dave's chest is falling and rising rapidly and he places a hand in the middle, and he can feel Dave's heart thumping against his palm. He feels hot, sticky and even more somnolent than last night. Well used. He wants to sleep again. Dave can get the blanket this time. He feels soft fingers brush over his ribs and then he's jostled and when he opens his eyes Dave is trying to pull the sheet up with his toes. Kurt pokes him in the side and he grins when Dave lets out a squeak.
"Stop being lazy and pull it up properly…" Kurt murmurs, and he wants to curl back into Dave's body and sleep; other activities are side-lined for now and sleep is the next best thing he can think of to do with Dave.
As he shakes the blanket over them he takes in Kurt's appearance. There's enough light in the room now, and he can't help but be amused. Kurt sleeping with damp hair has left him with a riot of uncontrollable waves and little wing-like pieces of hair that are sticking out in a way that remind him of the yellow feathers on rock-hopper penguins. He likes seeing Kurt like this, all sleepy and sexy and happy. Propping himself up on an elbow he runs his hand down Kurt's jaw, almost cupping his face, thumb stroking the line of Kurt's cheek bone. Kurt turns his head into the caress and presses a kiss to the ball of his hand and Dave's heart clenches, and he knows. He loves him. What he'd almost said on the phone not even twenty-four hours ago in a panic fuelled apology, that he loves him. It's true. He does.
TBC...
