sunmontue | Online and Anonymous

Title: Online and Anonymous

Pairing: Kurt Hummel/David Karofsky
Rating: PG18
Word count: ~2,200/85,000 words
Warnings: None.
Summary: By day Dave is a quiet attentive school student, but by night he's a smut-writing fanfic-writer who ships Johnlock. Kurt's never heard of fanfiction before Blaine tells him about it but he's about to be exposed to a whole new world.

Author’s note: For those of you wondering, the big “reveal” will start in Part 14. At time of posting HookedonHope is a saved URL for someone, StarFruit is an actual blog, which, if you check it out be warned you need to be over 18, and well, it’s definitely NSFW (not safe for work), and Kurt being absolutely horrified is very accurate.

Dave writing

Kurt writing

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He can’t help but burst out laughing when he reads the last two messages from FruitLover. The idea that the poor guy got caught looking at his tumblr page. He goes and has a look, and yep, sure enough there’s… porn. Fanart. More porn gifs. Not something he’d want his dad seeing. Although at least now he doesn’t have to explain it away, his dad won’t be all shocked to see gay porn on his screen. Although, he probably wouldn’t have been shocked before either if he’s honest about it. His dad is clearly more aware of him than he gives him credit for.

Oh, you poor baby. Not only the shock of seeing my tumblr, but your dad catching you as well. Sorry, but that’s hilarious. And you clearly need to be more covert if you’re going to be checking out tumblr, because it can get seriously dodgy. Especially if you’re following me.

Well, apparently you can’t die from embarrassment. You just -wish- you were dead. I’ve created a new tumblr account. My old one has some friends on it, and I don’t really want them seeing what I might like, or reblog, or… well, anything really. I like the freedom of this actually… is that what you like so much?

Definitely. It’s like everyone knows me, but doesn’t know me. If you go through my tumblr just ignore any rants about sport. My team isn’t doing so well this year. Actually I changed which team I support. Anyway, I won’t bore you with that, because I know you’re not interested in that shit. If you secretly are, then I’m sure you can look it up on my blog. What’d you say to your dad anyway?

Nothing! I think he kind of thought it was funny. I’ve just kind of avoided looking him in the eye all evening. Anyway, your tumblr wasn’t -that- shocking. I -have- actually seen a penis that isn’t my own before.

So have I. *wink*

In the flesh, so to speak. I don’t think pictures count.

Well. No. Probably not. You’d know what it feels like to have a hand on your cock that isn’t your own and I can only imagine that at the moment, but I have that. My imagination, and I can -imagine- doing all sorts of things.

Like what?

He leans back from his computer screen and chews his lips, because fuck that’s a loaded question. He runs his fingers across the keyboard, wondering how to reply, whether he’s reading too much into it, or whether it really is the come-on he’s taking it as, because it would be crossing a line. An invisible line, sure, but a line all the same. There’s turning people on remotely, through his fic, that’s fine, that’s kind of the purpose of it. Finding out FruitLover had jerked off when reading one of his messages, well, it turns him on. This would be taking an active role, and the message system through this website is just not sufficient, if that’s what Fruit Lover is even angling for… and despite everything he doesn’t even know if he can ask the question.

How much time do you have?

For what?

For me to share my imagination with you. I mean… what did you mean exactly?

What?

Fuck. This is weird. He doesn’t want to just come out and ask if he wants to have cybersex, because that’s just all sorts of creepy, but if he’s going to be turning him on, and have FruitLover jacking off, then he kind of wants it reciprocated. Not in a major way, just something. He doesn’t understand why he’s so nervous, he’s now out to two people in his life in less than a week, he should be able to ask a simple question. Screw it.

Do you want me to tell you, in explicit detail, what I imagine touching a cock will feel like? The smell? What I’d want to do and try out? What I imagine I will like and what I -know- I will like? Do you?

He lets his head fall into his hands, rubbing at his face, half-expecting to never hear from FruitLover again

Yes?

He stares at the one word reply and swallows. Holy shit. At least he seems as unsure about it as he is, and he’s kind of torn between telling him now, or waiting until he does actually have time, because right now he’s meant to be going out with his dad to the grocery store. Waiting means he’s going to be even more nervous, but he’ll also have time to think about what he wants to say, because he’s pretty sure he’s going to be the only one doing any typing.

Okay. Well, I can’t right now because I have to go out grocery shopping with my dad, but, send me a message through tumblr and I’ll figure something out. Something faster than sending messages like this. Probably Chatzy.

Okay. I’ll talk to you later.

OAA

He wonders for a brief second if he’s been given the brush off, but he’s pretty confident he hasn’t been. He’s never heard of Chatzy before, but a quick search educates him and that will be interesting, typing and sending his messages instantly, no delay, and wow… this could get really interesting. He goes to tumblr and goes about setting up a completely new account, setting up a new e-mail address as well and it feels like a bit of overkill, but well, it’s not like he wants Finn or Mercedes stumbling across it by accident. He has the same issue, trying to find a name that isn’t already taken but finally settles on StarFruitLover. He goes through to HookedonHope’s tumblr, and he feels slightly stalker-ish, but there’s some new information here, stuff he doesn’t know.

The most startling piece of information he finds is that HookedonHope has been accepted into NYU. They’re both going to New York to study. For all he knows HookedonHope could already live in New York, although no, not with his excited ramblings about leaving muddied backwaters… He can probably work out what State HookedonHope is from if he knew anything about football. Maybe he can ask his dad, because there are quite a few text posts, long text posts that look like they’re all about sport. He tries reading them, and yes, they’re well written, and he kind of finds it interesting, but he’s pretty sure that’s only because HookedonHope has written it, not because of some long-repressed love of football. But he has no idea about which teams are which, they all kind of sound familiar after awhile.

He sends a message to HokedonHope, reminding him, half-jokingly, that he did promise protection if he ever ventured on to other websites, because he’s never seen this side before. Previously it had all been Rent, Wicked and other musical themed blogs, some of which he hunts out again just so he can scan through them, but this is… different. Not in a bad way at all, but there are wonderful pieces of art, more fanfiction and pictures, what he’d swear are photos of John and Sherlock kissing and porn gifs, which he watches half-detached but curious. It’s over two hours before he gets a reply message from HookedonHope, and the amount of relief and anticipation he feels is ridiculous. It’s already past ten, and he kind of wants to be fully alert if they try… a new form of communication.

OAA

There’s something about the name which makes him frown and he searches for it quickly, but it all seems really innocent. Until he enters it as a tumblr blog and fucking hell, he doesn’t need to see that. He closes the blog and wonders if FruitLover has any idea. Of course not. His message said he needed protection. Newbie. He rolls his eyes as he types, because his mood for writing smut has gone completely out the window.

StarFruitLover? Seriously?

What? What’s wrong with it? FruitLover and StarFruit were already taken, and it sounds kind of nice… poetic. I like starfruit.

Dude. Okay. Fair enough. You don’t have to change it, but you might want to check out the Starfruit blog. Just check it out.

He sits back and waits, and he feels a laugh rising within him, because he can almost see the horror on FruitLover’s face as he gazes upon the unobstructed view of a woman’s complete waterworks as it were. He’s indifferent. Has seen enough online now that a little pussy isn’t going to send him screaming, although in his face like that as soon as he went into the blog was a bit too much for his liking. He knows it’s going to be too much for FruitLover.

Oh my god! Why didn’t you warn me? I think I’m blinded for life.

Drama drama. I’m sure you’ll live. If you can handle your dad seeing you watching what he thinks is porn then you can handle a picture of a naked pussy. But sure, StarFruitLover is a great name for a blog.

Oh god. I need to change my blog name.

Maybe. It’s unique. And it’s a conversation starter.

I don’t need a conversation starter. I’ll fix it tomorrow.

Well, it could just be the asshole, then it would kind of be appropriate…

Shut up. That isn’t funny. Oh god, yes it is. Screw it. I’ll leave it. You’ll always see me in a crowd huh? Picking up weird names from day one.

I’m sure it’s all part of your charm. Or something.

Definitely something. Anyway, I might have stalked your blog a bit and see that you’re going to NYU. Is that definite?

Yep. Start in September. It’s kind of scary and exciting all at once.

I know exactly how you feel. Exactly. I’m going to NY to study as well. We’re going to be in the same city.

He’s stopped breathing reading the last line and he lets it out slowly, can’t believe that out of all the places to go and study they’re both going to New York. New York is a massive city, but compared to knowing FruitLover is somewhere in the Eastern seaboard to suddenly knowing they will both be in New York in a few short months…

Wow. That’s… kinda freaky. Maybe we could both walk around wearing a deerstalker until we bumped into each other.

Haha. No. I would never wear a deerstalker everyday. Maybe as a once off or if it suited my outfit. A pin saying ‘I believe in Sherlock Holmes’ would be better suited don’t you think?

For you maybe. I’m going to rock the deerstalker look.

I’d kind of completely forgotten about the deerstalker in the program. They don’t make a big deal out of it.

Have you read the books?

Will you hate me if I say no?

LOL. No. Well maybe just a little. I love the books. You’d probably get a lot more enjoyment out of my fics if you had a better understanding of the characters. The series as well. They did a really good job interpreting the books and converting it to modern day. I try and include little bits in my stories for real hardcore fans.

Sorry. Not a hardcore fan.

Yeah, I’d kind of figured that one out. That’s fine. But you should read at least one of the books. Or collections of short stories. I’d recommend either A Study in Scarlett or The Hound of the Baskervilles as the novel, and The Complete Sherlock Holmes Short Stories. Any one of those would be a good start. Try it. I’d like to know what you think.

Okay. Is it available electronically?

Yeah. But you could buy the book and walk around NY with it and I could see if I could find you that way.

You never know, I could end up in your class…

I doubt very much that you’re studying sports-related stuff. Am I right?

You’re right. Performing Arts. So, are we going to try out this chat room thing?

How about we try tomorrow night, at like, nine? I don’t know how it’ll work out so we’ll just have to play it by ear. Or something.

Or something. Okay. Tomorrow at nine. Night then. Sweet dreams.

Dave huffs in amusement, because he kind of feels like he’s got a boyfriend or something when FruitLover says things like that, but he answers back with the same thing anyway.

Sweet dreams.

PART 13