Tree without Blossom - Chapter 16/20

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Title: Tree without blossoms
Pairing: Kurt Hummel/David Karofsky, mention of past Kurt/Blaine, Kurt/OC and Dave/OC, Mercedes Jones/OC,
Rating: M/NC-17
Word count: ~6,000 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: As you may know, I know nothing about American football. debraelq does. So she helped me out by not only being an awesome beta again, but also (once again) writing the football related stuff, because trust me, you don’t want to read mine. (To give you an indication of my ignorance: I had Super Bowl on a Saturday originally – for those of you who are non-US like myself, it’s called Super Bowl Sunday for reasons you know?) Only 3 chapters left (maybe 4 if I ramble). Plus an epilogue.

CHAPTER 1           CHAPTER 2          CHAPTER 3                CHAPTER 4        CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6           CHAPTER 7          CHAPTER 8                CHAPTER 9        CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11         CHAPTER 12        CHAPTER 13               CHAPTER 14      CHAPTER 15

FEBRUARY 2026 – part one

            He’s had three weeks. Three weeks with the weight of an extra set of keys in his pocket, and even though he doesn’t need to carry them around with him, he does. The weight of them warm and constant in his pocket. The weight not being a weight at all, instead making him feel buoyed up. How Dave had just looked at him and Kurt had known what he was saying with the gesture. And now he has an extra set of keys to his own apartment in his pocket, and he’s going to return the gesture.

            He’s cleaned, polished and re-stocked his bedroom supplies. He’s even gone to the supermarket’s website and had them deliver groceries. He feels like a child at Christmas time, all uncontrollable excitement and bubbling anticipation. He has an hour until Dave’s plane is due to land, it usually takes him forty minutes to get to the airport, but he grabs his keys, because if he hangs about here he’s likely to rearrange his sock drawer or something equally ridiculous. He wonders for a brief moment whether Dave goes on a cleaning frenzy, but he doubts it, because he’s never given Dave enough notice before he turns up.

            He waits by the arrival gate, and it feels odd. It’s been a long while since he’s met someone off a plane. He watches the people around him, and can’t help but feel happy as he watches people arrive, looking for someone, and then joy as they recognise someone and the resulting hug or kiss or handshake or…pat on the head. Ah well, it takes all sorts. He goes back to watching the screens above the doors, hoping to catch a glimpse of Dave before he comes out. Arms wrap around him from behind, and a body is pressed against him and Kurt sways back, because he can tell it is Dave. He turns to face him and he’s pretty sure their grins match.

            “Hey.”

            “Hey.”

            “How are you?” Dave asks, and Kurt can feel his fingers tugging at one of his belt loops.

            “It’s been three weeks. How do you think?” Kurt replies, and they’ve talked on the phone, even forayed into the realm of phone sex, or rather, visual-conferencing sex, watching Dave jerk off while he did the same. It has its novelty factor, but he much prefers Dave in the flesh. He presses himself against Dave and breaths in.

            “Horny huh?”

            “Very…”

            “We’ve got two hours until the game starts…”

            “I…right…”

            He’s a bit stumped, because when Dave had changed his flights to arrive a day earlier, he’d said in passing that he was flying out on the day of the big game, asked how big his TV was and well, he’d thought Dave was joking. Apparently not.

            “So, this game is a big deal then?”

            “It’s the Super Bowl. It’s not just a game. And the Chicago Bears are playing. This isn’t a big deal Kurt. A massive deal. They haven’t made it to the Super Bowl since 2014.”

            “Oh. Okay then. Um…right. Just…one second. I need to make a call.”

            Dave opens his mouth but he steps away, holding up a hand to stop him, because shit, he should have thought about this. He knows what his Dad and Finn are like. Of course Dave is the same. Living and breathing football. And it’s the Super Bowl. He’d kind of forgotten that in the excitement of Dave’s impending visit, and of course he’s going to want to watch it. Even in his almost sport-free bubble Kurt knows Dave supports the Chicago Bears. He pulls out his phone and thumbs through to Cassie’s number and lets it ring.

            “Hey you…Aren’t you meant to be picking up your lover from the airport?”

            “God Cass, don’t call him that…but yes, I’m here now. Look, do you think Renee would mind if we came round and watched the Super Bowl at your place?”

            “Would you be bringing Dave?”

            “Oh for fucks sake…stop saying his name like that. Yes. Dave would be with me. I just…I don’t think he’s going to want to watch something this important to him on my TV…”

            “You mean your tiny little flat screen you have in your kitchen?”

“Yeah. I…I’m an idiot apparently. I’ll tell you about it when I see you.”

“Okay. It’s kind of sweet that you’re thinking of what he wants like this… and as long as I get to meet him sure, come round. The game’ll be on anyway. Reese is here.”

            “Oh. Brilliant. What about Renee?” Kurt asks, rolling his eyes because Renee and Reese together is volatile combination. Reese and Cassie are far easier to deal with. Almost calm. If Renee’s there he’s taking Dave to a bar to watch the game.

            “Nup. She’s off on a set in Canada for two months. Reese is in a pissy mood though. Dick.”

            “Great. Well, thanks. I’ll see you soonish I suppose.”

            Kurt sighs, but he knows he hasn’t got much choice. He turns to go back to Dave to find him standing there, looking amused, rumpled and fucking hot.

            “Problem?” Dave asks, and an eyebrow goes up and Kurt bites his lip, because he’s pretty sure Dave wouldn’t go for a quickie in the bathroom. Hell, as much as he would like to think he himself would, he knows he would never actually follow through. Mores the pity, because his plans for them to spend the afternoon and evening in bed have just evaporated like water in a desert.

            “I…my TV is tiny. And it’s in my kitchen because I only use it to watch cooking shows while I heat my meals and pretend that I am actually cooking for myself. I kind of forgot it was the Super Bowl. And I know it’s important to you, so I’ve just organised for us to go watch the game at Cassie’s place. They have a large movie-screen with a projector. You’ll -”

            He’s silenced by Dave’s mouth on his and he just hums. He’s missed this. Three weeks is too long to go without. Dave’s hands are at his waist, thumbs pressing against his hips and he pushes back, closer. He has to get Dave home, have sex and then get to Cassie’s, which is a twenty minute drive in the opposite direction from the airport if there’s no traffic. It’s doable. Maybe.

            “Do you have any idea how adorable you are?” Dave whispers when he pulls back, and Kurt shakes his head, still a bit dazed at the suddenness of the kiss. It must have looked positively pornographic. He chances a quick look around, and only one person is looking their way, and they’re grinning. Pervert.

            “As long as I can watch the game I’ll be happy…but being able to sit down and be comfortable while doing would be a bonus…”

            Kurt nods, holding back a sigh, because he’s been looking forward to seeing Dave for weeks, but Dave has probably been looking forward to this game for months. Years probably. He has no idea. The longer they hang around here though, the less time they have before the game starts. He goes to grab Dave’s bag and notices a garment bag draped over it.

            “A garment bag Dave? Really?” Kurt asks as he walks, pausing to pay for the parking on his way out.

            “Shut up. It’s my uniform. I have to wear it for a couple of the events. And my suit, because running workshops in jeans and a t-shirt just doesn’t look professional…”

            “You’re running some of the workshops?”

            “Yeah. Five of them over three days. Apparently I offer a unique point of view…”

            “I’m sure you do…” Kurt replies, he doesn’t mean for the words to sound suggestive, but they do, and Dave pulls him close for a brief one-armed hug.

            Of course, the traffic doesn’t cooperate. They’re travelling at a crawl, and Dave’s hand is on his thigh and he’s swearing internally when he realises he’s going to have to go straight to Cassie’s if Dave is going to see the kick off. Which is apparently very important. He sighs and drums his fingers on the steering wheel, frustrated. With the traffic and with the fact that he’s not jerked off in three days, wanting the pressure to build to an almost explosive level and Dave’s hand on his leg is not helping.

            It takes nearly ninety minutes to get to Cassie’s, and he can tell Dave is getting antsy beside him, the number of times he’s glanced at his watch in the last minute alone. However his eyes go wide when Kurt greets the security guard and is let into the grounds of Renee’s ‘house’.

            “This is where Cassie lives…Renee’s place.”

            “I…yeah. I figured as much. It’s just…huge.”

            “You get used to it,” Kurt replies, and he pulls into his usual parking spot.

            “If you say so…”

            “Come on…”

            “I just need to get something out of my bag…something for you actually. Don’t get your hopes up. It’s just a Bears jersey…you’re supporting them today.”

            “I had assumed I would be…my dad always made me support the Cleveland Broncos.”

            “Browns. It’s the Cleveland Browns…”

            “Mmm. Well, you would know. That looks a little big for me…” Kurt states when he sees the jersey pulled out, and their shoulder widths are similar, heights as well, but that’s where the similarities end.

            “Mmm… I bought it for me. You’re just going to wear it…”

            Understanding dawns and Kurt grins, because Dave really does have a thing for him wearing his clothes.

            “Like that is it?”

            “Always like that,” Dave replies, and he kisses Kurt again, hard and fast before Kurt can do or say anything more. “Come on, we have ten minutes. And I suppose I actually need to meet Cassie and be polite…”

            “Yeah, I suppose…” Kurt replies, and he’s joking, but he lets out a little sigh, and Dave must pick up on it, because he pulls Kurt close, mouth going to his ear, voice coming out in a whisper

            “Tell you what. You cheer for the Bears and if they win you can have anything you want. Anything at all,” Dave says, and his eyes are dark with intent.

            “And if they lose?”

            “That’s blasphemy. But if they do, then you get to cheer me up by giving me whatever I want…”

            “Sounds fairly win-win for you…”

            “Mmm, I agree. I like these odds. Now come on. Kick off!”

TWB

            Dave knows if he weren’t so focussed on the game starting in six minutes he would be in awe if the house as Kurt leads him through it. Kurt hadn’t bothered knocking, just opened the front door and walked in.

            “In there. It should already be on. I’m just going to find Cass and put this on…”

            Dave nods, and for a brief second is tempted to tell Kurt to change right there, but he doesn’t. Not only are they guests in this house, but he has a game to watch, and he knows Kurt would play dirty if he gave him any sort of encouragement. Although he’s been surprisingly understanding when it comes to the game, because even though he’d told Kurt he wanted to watch the game, he’d kind of expected more histrionics. Kurt’s the first guy he’s been with that hasn’t been as interested in football as him, and he can tell that Kurt switches off whenever he talks about it.

            He slides the door open and steps into what is effectively a mini movie theatre. Fuck, no wonder Kurt recommended here to watch the game. The screen is about eight foot high and sixteen foot wide. And sure enough, the game is on, the commentators discussing the weather, so he has slightly more time than he thought he did. Around the room are couches and arm chairs and he’s trying to decide between a two or three-seater when he notices the other person in the room.

            “Uh, hey…I’m Dave.”

            He gets a grunted ‘Reese’ in response and Dave thins his lips. He’s recognised him, but he doesn’t want to make a big deal out of it. He chooses a large sofa that he and Kurt will both fit on easily, and strips off his jacket to reveal his own Bears jersey. He makes himself comfortable and draws out his phone, sending a quick text to Mike, who is having a Super Bowl party with all the guys from the team. Which Dave is missing so he can be in LA.

            He’s already leaning forward when they kick off, and he feels alone in his excitement. He has no idea who Reese might be supporting, he’s been a silent and sullen presence, and Kurt still hasn’t reappeared, and he would kind of like a beer and some snacks, because it’s the game. But he isn’t leaving his spot to go find him. It’s doesn’t take him long to figure out that Reese is supporting the San Diego Chargers, his quiets tsks of annoyance at bad passes and plays.

            The Chargers score the first touchdown though, and Dave can’t hold back a small damn it of his own, because as much as he doesn’t want to admit it the two teams are fairly evenly matched, and even though the Bears are pegged to win, he’s learnt to never be confident over the outcome of a game.

TWB

            “Three gay men watching the Super Bowl, there has to be a joke in there somewhere…” Kurt mutters, pulling his shirt off to replace it with the Bears jersey. He was right, he swims in it, not that he cares, because no doubt it’s going to make Dave hot, which can only mean good things, so he’s going to wear it, even if the fabric feels scratchy against his skin.

            “I think that’s being a bit harsh. Two of them actually want to watch it. And the guys are hot. You could watch just for that…just imagine them all shirtless, that’s what I do.”

            “Huh. Yeah. Hadn’t thought of that. They are pretty hot…tight clothes, sweaty…actually, I had thought of that, back in high school, and now when I watch Dave play…I think I just prefer watching people I actually know play. Hmm. Maybe just Dave.”

            “Boy do you have it bad…and I have yet to meet this elusive Dave. I can’t believe you took him straight to the movie room.”

            “Shut up. And there were only minutes till kick off, and you’d have gabbed at him for at least fifteen. And he’d have let you, but been secretly pissed that he’d missed the kick off. There’s halftime. You can grill him then.”

            “You know I will. Right, well…I want to watch it too. You’re in the minority I hope you realise.”

            “Sweetie, you’re the only woman watching, that makes you the minority.”

            “Eh. We all like cock. Here, help me with these…”

            Kurt rolls his eyes at her comment, and takes the six pack of beer and bags of potato chips she’s piling into his arms. She then loads her own arms up with more food and Kurt frowns.

            “Is there going to be an apocalypse while we watch the game? Because that’s the only reason I can see for having so much food. There’s only four of us, not fourteen. Or even forty.”

            “We could be in there for several hours. Anyway, it’s part of the experience to eat junk while watching,” Cassie says over her shoulder as they walk down the hallway.

            “Hmph. You should meet Finn, he’d like that kind of excuse. Wait. Several hours?”

            “Well, yeah. A usual game is around three hours, can go longer…”

            “It going to be like my own personal type of hell…”

            “Stop being so melodramatic. You get to cuddle up with a hot guy…I get my dumb-arse brother who has an attitude problem,” Cassie states, sliding the door open, and the sounds of two men yelling meet them. They’re not yelling at each other though, which he’d kind of half expected, but both their eyes are fixed on the screen, and Kurt looks, but he has no idea what they could possibly be upset about. At least he knows which team to support, given that he’s now wearing the same colours. Dave stands to help with the snacks, and he introduces him to Cassie.

            “Dave. Nice to meet you in the flesh…heard so much about you. Seen more of course…”

            “Uh, I’m not sure what you mean…”

            “Oh for fucks sake Cass, shut up,” Kurt demands, because he still hasn’t come clean about those particular photos on his phone. She snickers and Dave looks between the two of them, clearly suspicious.

            “It’s nothing. I’ll tell you later,” Kurt says to Dave, and across the room Reese snorts. Dave frowns in Reese’s direction.

            “Mmm, okay.”

            “I’m sure you will. Actually, you were going to tell me why you had to come here instead of watching it on you tiny TV in your kitchen…”

            “Erm. Well, Dave asked me how big my TV was, and I thought it wasn’t going to be a big deal, so I said, jokingly, that it was plenty big enough…”

            “Must you make a sexual innuendo out of everything?” Cassie asks.

            “Apparently yes…” Kurt replies, not amused by Cassie and Dave’s joint amusement. He feels Dave’s arms snake around him, one hand sneaking beneath the jersey, fingers tracing on his bare skin and oh…it’s going to be four hours of teasing. He can live with that.

TWB

            Dave settles himself back on the sofa, taking the proffered beer and snacks from Cassie, who reminds him of a younger and more stylish Karen. He stretches one leg out, his shoes discarded ages ago and tugs Kurt to sit in the V of his thighs. He doesn’t feel threatened by Reese, not since Kurt cleared that matter up completely, but he wants to make it blatantly clear that they’re together. And he really doesn’t need an excuse to have Kurt near.

            He manoeuvres a hand back underneath Kurt’s jersey, stroking his thumb over the fine hair just below his navel and smiles when Kurt’s breathing catches and is then let out in a slow shuddery sigh. Turning Kurt on hadn’t been his intention, but Kurt doesn’t know that, so he continues, his eyes on the game, but his mind switching between Kurt starting to squirm against him and the game, although Kurt is starting to get distracting.

            “Stop moving…” Dave murmurs, his voice barely audible above the noise of the game.

            “Stop stroking my fucking stomach,” Kurt hisses back, and it’s not anywhere near as quiet.

            “Is that what he’s stroking? Looks like something else from over here…”

            “Cassie! For fucks sake!” Kurt exclaims as Dave whips his hand out from underneath the jersey, feeling his face heat, and it’s been nothing dodgy, but the thought of someone thinking it was… Cassie is cackling, saying how watching them is better than watching the game, and Dave sits up, trying to draw away from Kurt. Kurt doesn’t let him, instead plastering himself closer, but taking his hand and placing it where it was, but this time over the jersey. Kurt’s blushing as well, and Dave gives him a quick peck on the side of his face, eyes on the screen though, because the Bears have suddenly taken possession of the ball.

            It’s been fairly standard so far, except for the Chargers’ initial touchdown, but now the running back has made a break for it, ball under his arm and is sprinting toward the goal line.

            “Go! Go!” Dave yells, and he notes even Reese is sitting forward in his chair, because he's running it back from the one-yard line. As he makes the touchdown, Dave can't help the grin on his face. The Bears have a solid team this year. It's taken them three years to get to this point, but they’re good. There’s no denying it.

            “Man! Did you see that?” Dave asks, and Kurt nods and smiles and Dave can’t help but feel a little disappointed, because if he were watching this with his friends they’d have all been standing and screaming at the TV.

            “Hate to admit it but that was impressive,” Reese states, and Dave’s comment seems to break the self-imposed silence Reese had seemed to have in place. He starts talking about player stats, the offense versus defence strengths of both teams and while they talk their eyes are on the game almost continuously, only flicking to the other to drive home a point. He feels Kurt’s hand on his leg squeeze occasionally, which he always responds with either a squeeze back or a quick kiss. He gets that this isn’t Kurt’s thing, and appreciates Kurt watching it with him, even if he’s likely bored out of his mind.

            He does perk up at the halftime show, which Dave doesn’t get to watch, instead dragged into the kitchen to be vetted by Cassie. She’s nowhere near as scary as Mercedes or Santana or Karen, and he’s had to deal with some of them at the same time, so he just smiles and nods, promising he will never hurt or cheat on Kurt.

            “Can you promise me as well that you won’t take him away from me? From LA?”

            Dave pauses, because that’s a loaded question, and one he’s not prepared to answer. Not her anyway. He’s already started preparing something in his head for when this subject comes up with Kurt though, because he’s already looking around and wondering if he could make this his life.

            “I can’t promise that. But Kurt’s job and life is here, and I would never ask him to leave…”

            “You wouldn’t have to ask him, he’d just do it.”

            “I think you’re wrong. He loves his job.”

            “Yes, he does. But I’m pretty sure he loves you more.”

            With that statement she’d left him, gaping, scrambling to follow her back to the other room so he wouldn’t get lost.

TWB

            Dave’s had is heart and stomach in his mouth. The last few minutes of the game the Chargers had been leading, but only just. He could barely watch and Kurt had kept pulling his hands away from his face, repeating ‘it’s only a game’. Kurt just doesn’t get it, which makes the fact that he’s sat through almost the entire game, mostly quiet, makes Dave feel ridiculously warm inside, and when the Bears pull off a final field goal in the remaining two seconds Dave doesn’t think the day could get any more perfect.

            He’s feeling sleepy in the car on the way to Kurt’s place, and it’s not even eight, but he supposes his body believes it’s ten, and while he can sleep in tomorrow, he does have a busy week. He’s not paying attention when Kurt pulls into the driveway of an apartment building, driving through to a parking floor. Dave would normally be making small talk, rehashing the game, but he keeps quiet, content to wrap an arm around Kurt’s waist as they walk to an elevator, Dave’s bags split between them.

            When Kurt opens the door to his apartment Dave can tell Kurt is suddenly anxious about something, and he barely gets into the apartment before Kurt is turning to him, holding his hand out.

            “Uh. These are for you. To keep.”

            He’s holding out a set of keys, hand trembling slightly and Dave almost lets out a startled laugh, because Kurt looks as if he’s going to throw up if Dave rejects him, which is ridiculous. He would never. It’s far more likely to be the other way around, and they’ve already done that exchange. He takes the keys and slides them into his jeans pocket, his hand going back to capture Kurt’s and pull him forward into a bruising kiss, fingers lifting the Bears jersey Kurt is still wearing, his body pressing along the length of Kurt’s, and Kurt is already half-hard. Dave reaches a hand down to rub him through his pants, mouth moving to nibble on Kurt’s ear, and he hasn’t shaved because he knows how much Kurt likes his stubble, and Kurt is pressing against him and breathing in stutters.

            “Come on, give me a tour. Just make sure it starts in your bedroom.”

TWB

            The conference opening was…boring. Necessary, but boring. Everyone wearing their uniforms (if they had them) and nametags, walking around and trying to be civil after however long they’ve travelled to get there. Dave was glad he’d flown in yesterday, because Karen looked harassed the entire time and Dave had wound up giving her a neck and shoulder massage just to save his ear getting chewed off. He’s only one of a handful of guys attending a three-hundred strong gathering, and he’s definitely one of the younger ones, so he’d gotten his fair share of sideways looks, and worse, advances.

All of which he’d dealt with by gently declining or explaining his roll there. Now he’s on his way back to Kurt’s place. He could stay in the hotel that is hosting the conference, and it would be a lot more convenient. But convenience is overrated, particularly when he can be in Kurt’s bed. He pulls the keys from his pocket, and he can’t help but grin when he looks at them, because it’s as good as asking him to move in. And okay, that’s completely illogical given their current geographical locations, but it doesn’t detract from the gesture. They’ve exchanged keys. Giving the other person free reign to come and go into the homes whenever. He slides his key into the lock and pushes the door open, tamping down on the urge to call out ’honey I’m home’ because he doubts Kurt would find it as funny as he would.

            “You’re in uniform…”

            Kurt’s voice stops him as soon as he’s inside and he closes and locks the door behind him before turning to face Kurt. He grins, because he’s now very familiar with the small flush on Kurt’s cheeks, the look on his face when he’s considering sex…and to be fair, he was probably considering it before Dave even turned up, but still…

            “I didn’t realise you had a uniform kink,” Dave murmurs, and he’s more than a little amused.

            “Neither did I,” Kurt replies, “I think it’s just you,” and he flushes wildly and Dave feels a little surge of triumph at the fact that Kurt clearly hadn’t intended to say that. That he unnerves Kurt enough to make him honest.

            “Good. Not that I can do anything with it right now, because this,” he starts unbuttoning the jacket he’s wearing “is unfortunately my dress uniform and I have to wear it on Wednesday night at the dinner, but after that…we can definitely play.”

            “Mmm…good. Because I kind of wanted to fuck you while you wore it…”

            “God…”

            Kurt’s fingers are at his belt, undoing the buckle and threading it out through the loops carefully before letting it drop to the ground. Kurt’s moving almost painfully slow, fingers going to the button of his pants and flicking it undone.

            “Because you did say if the Bears won I could have anything I wanted…”

            “You’re right, I did say that…” Dave replies, and the ball of Kurt’s palm is firm and warm against his groin, pressing and stroking and his eyes are mischievous.         “Mmm, but I’m pretty sure you’d let me have anything anyway, regardless of a bet…”

            “You…may be onto something there…”

            “Thought so…you need to go and shave.”

            His cock jumps despite Kurt having removed his hand, because there’s only one reason he can think of why Kurt would want him to shave, although he wouldn’t put it past Kurt to work him up just to inform him they’re going out for dinner.

            “Shaving for bed or shaving to go out?”

            “Bed. Definitely bed. And then out. Maybe…if we have the energy.”

TWB

            Dave forces himself to go slowly, to be thorough. Kurt is standing almost directly behind him, bare chest pressed against his back, eyes watching over his shoulder, meeting his gaze occasionally in the mirror as he scrapes the razor down his face. They’re both naked, but there’s enough heat between them that he doesn’t notice the cold tiles under his feet, or the chilly vanity against his thigh. He’s far more interested in what Kurt’s doing with his fingers, but he needs to focus on shaving. Kurt wipes the remaining shaving cream off his face, eyes meeting his in the mirror.

            “Bend over…” Kurt instructs, his voice just above a whisper, and he nips his ear lobe. Dave follows the instruction, resting his head on his hands over the sink. He has no idea what Kurt might want, he’s been fairly silent on the whole matter, but he’s going to go along with it, whatever it is. He feels Kurt’s tongue run over his shoulder, fingernails scrape the back of his thighs, deliberately rough, before both his arse cheeks are being held firmly apart and he can hearfeelsense Kurt kneeling behind him.

            “Oh fuck…”

            “Mmm, soon.”

            Then he feels it. The broad wet swipe of tongue and he can’t stop himself from jolting slightly, unprepared for it. He’s pretty sure this isn’t what Kurt had intended when he’d told him to shave, not that he minds. Kurt doesn’t build slowly, like he does when giving a blow job, instead his tongue is moving steadily. Not hard and fast, but rapidly enough that it almost feels like a fluttering against his hole. Kurt’s tongue moves constantly, licking and swiping, narrowing down to concentrate on his hole before giving a quick succession of stabs, followed by a circular motion around his hole and then more thrusts of his tongue, starting to go slower and deeper, Kurt letting his saliva make him slippery

            “God Kurt…”

            He can’t say much more, his mind and body feeling disconnected and he closes his eyes so he can focus on the warm wet slide of tongue and the pressing of fingers into his arse cheeks, parting them to give better access.

            “Watch yourself in the mirror.”

            He looks up to meet his own eyes, and his eyes are dark, cheeks pink, hair already darker and damper with sweat. Kurt’s fingers feel slick and they slide past his hole several times before he lets one slide in. He pushes back against it, letting out a low moan. Kurt’s other hand is scrabbling against the drawers, and he hears the tell-tale rustle of foil and he had to grin. Not even going to make it to the bedroom. He can live with that.

            Kurt’s tongue goes back to his hole, moving alongside his finger, and he can feel a trickle of saliva running down the back of his thigh. His cock has been half-hard since Kurt told him to shave; he’s only getting harder and fuller, his cock and balls are hanging heavy and tight. He’s torn between wanting to reach and touch, and waiting, because while the waiting can be torturous, the pay-off is nearly always worth it.

There’re two fingers now, and Kurt is standing at the same time, purposefully dragging his cock up the back of his legs in a hot-sticky trail.

            He pauses to slide a third finger in, and Dave lets out a long breath, then Kurt is leaning over him, chest pressed to his back again and a hand is wrapping around his cock and stroking with steady practised rhythm. Kurt is rutting against him slightly, his cock caught between his body and Dave’s, his mouth on his shoulder blade licking and nipping. There’s so many sensations, Kurt’s fingers in him, another set of fingers wrapped around his cock, Kurt’s cock hot between them, Kurt’s mouth…he’s still trying to watch in the mirror, and his eyes widen when he realises Kurt is watching him, eyes blown dark with arousal.

            All sensations are suddenly gone, and it’s a shock, having Kurt’s body and fingers withdraw from him like that all at once. His reflection disappears for a second and he hears the tear of foil, a squirt and Kurt swearing under his breath about something. He looks down to hide a grin and then feels the head of Kurt’s cock at his entrance, pushing steadily. He feels the achy burn and he pushes back, wanting more. He likes the initial sting of pain, but Kurt has been so careful with him, that the pain is barely there and it lasts bare seconds. He knows it is slightly masochistic, but it makes him feel alive.

            “Going to fuck you till you come…”

            “That’s usually how it works…” Dave mutters, and he doesn’t mean for it to be funny, but he feels a snuffle of laughter against his back as Kurt presses deeper. He’s fully sheathed, he can feel Kurt’s almost too-soft pubic hair against his arse cheeks, and he pauses, hands on his hips, making shallow thrusting movements, before pulling nearly all the way back and then thrusting forward again forcefully.

            “Jesus fucking Christ…” Dave mutters, because that isn’t Kurt being careful. He pushes back, wanting more and Kurt obliges, setting a bruising pace that will no doubt leave him sore. He’ll be able to carry this moment with him all day tomorrow, and probably the next as well. He can see Kurt in the mirror, and it’s an enthralling sight. Skin shiny with sweat, tendons and muscles defined in his neck, shoulders and upper arms, the only parts of Kurt he can see in the mirror. He loves watching Kurt like this, all fluid grace and movement, intense concentration and desire.

            Their eyes meet in the mirror again and Kurt smirks, as if he knows exactly what he’s thinking, exactly how he feels right now. And it’s probably not hard, because Dave considers himself pretty fucking easy to read, and it’s not like he’s kept secrets, but Kurt looking this confident is sexy. How he’s transformed from being upset and insecure months ago to this confident and assertive person and he can’t help but hope he’s played a small part in the transformation.

            The sound of flesh slapping and harsh shallow breathing is all the sound in the room, and it makes its own harmony in his head. Occasionally Kurt will run his nails down his back before returning the hand to his hip, tugging him backward ever so slightly to meet his forward thrusts, which are coming even more rapidly, frenetic.

            “Come Dave…just…fuck…please…”

            He takes it as the plea it is, moving his hand, wrapping fingers around his cock and tugging almost violently. He is already close, but can tell that Kurt is closer and wants him to come first, wants to feel Dave come around him because it’s one of his new favourite feelings. Dave isn’t going to deny him that. Has no reason to. He lets go, feels everything in his body draw tight and then expand out in a rush. Kurt is moaning his name, and he doesn’t think he’ll ever get over the thrill of hearing his name on Kurt’s lips like this as he comes.    

            They wipe each other clean, Kurt clearly amused as he wipes the front of the vanity cupboards with a wet facecloth and a sideways look at Dave. He just shrugs in response and rubs his smooth chin over Kurt’s shoulder, enjoying the sensation of smooth skin against smooth skin. Kurt flicks of the lights, leaving it dark and leads him to the bed, pulling back sheets and blankets before pulling him down to join him. He’s curling his body around him when Kurt speaks, and it sounds reluctant.

            “Well that plan failed…”

            “You had a plan? And it failed? Felt like a resounding success to me.”

            “I was planning to have you rim me while I gave you a blowjob…but I got distracted by your arse. It was a rather involved plan. I was going to rim you, and then put a plug in, to keep you stretched and then you were going to rim me, and then I was going to fuck you…”

            “Oh…that was a good plan…” Dave says, and he has to admit to himself that the whole scenario sounds…intriguing. “There’s always next time… can’t let one little failure put you off. And all my hard work shaving wasted, whatever will we do…” Dave says, and when Kurt pokes him in his stomach in annoyance he knows it’s fully justified but he can’t help but grin into the dark of the room.

TWB

            Thursday morning he wakes slowly and he can still feel the weight of Dave in the bed. It’s a luxurious feeling to wake on a week day and not have to get up and go to work. Made better by the fact that Dave is in bed with him of course, on his back, body sprawled out. He could tell Dave had been exhausted last night, but the emotional type, the almost hunted type of exhaustion he remembers from last time he was in Chicago. It’s unusual for Dave to sleep in like this, and he’s fairly certain it’s all linked. Dave’s job, his tired emotional state sometimes and more than likely his tattoo, given the same looks he’d had when Kurt had first asked about it.

He’s sure he could figure it out if he spent enough time on it, but he’d prefer to have Dave explain it to him. As if he can hear Kurt thinking about him Dave rolls onto his stomach, mumbles, and pulls a pillow over his head before settling back to sleep. Kurt lets him, and decides to try for some more sleep himself. They have nowhere urgent to be, and for purely selfish reasons he wants Dave to be well rested, both physically and emotionally, because he’s pretty sure that the talk that they need to have sooner rather than later is going to be exhausting for the both of them.

Author’s note: What Kurt had planned was what I intended to write for smut. Ah well.