Spankies and Pompoms - Part 6

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itle: Spankies and Pompoms (Companion fic to "Laws of Thermodynamics")

Pairing: Kurt Hummel/David Karofsky
Rating: R13 (will be NC17)
Word count: ~1,000
Warnings: None.
Summary: AU Glee. To survive high school Kurt chose to become a Cheerio in a desperate need to fit in.

THERMODYNAMICS CHAPTERS:

CHAPTER ONE   CHAPTER TWO   CHAPTER THREE   CHAPTER FOUR    CHAPTER FIVE   CHAPTER SIX    CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT   CHAPTER NINE   CHAPTER TEN   CHAPTER ELEVEN   CHAPTER TWELVE

SPANKIES AND POMPOMS:

PART ONE   PART TWO   PART THREE  PART FOUR   PART FIVE

            Dave had left his underwear in his laundry basket. He’d seen them there last night when he’d had his shower, and he had jerked off frantically in the shower, even though he’d only just come a little over half an hour earlier. But Dave had been in his shower, naked, had left his come-soaked underwear there and everything already smelled of sex as it was and he really couldn’t help himself…

            Thankfully he does his own laundry, because if his dad found those… well, it would just confirm exactly that his dad already think he knows. He had been kind of torn between wanting to wash them and not wanting to wash them but the clean-freak in him has him adding them to his pile. A pile he is now folding and he fingers the soft fabric, and it feels weirdly intimate, just stroking a piece of fabric, and he wonders what he should do with them now that they’re clean.

            He could drive around to Dave’s and return them. That idea appeals to him simply because he wants to see Dave again. However he also wants to keep them, in a non-creepy sense. He wants to have a ‘Dave draw’, where Dave can keep things like underwear, maybe a pair of jeans and a shirt, and even condoms and lube. He chews on the corner of his lip, feeling decidedly warmer. He really wants to see Dave again.

            Screw it.

            He leaves the rest of his washing on his bed, unfolded, taking the stairs two at a time as he heads through the house. He’s already eaten breakfast and done some stretches and now, well now he wants to go and see his boyfriend. He stops by his car and pulls out his phone, sending a quick text to tell Dave he’s coming around. The worst that can happen is that Dave isn’t there for some reason.

            He parks his car and knocks on the front door, prepared for Dave of his parents to answer. Not Mercedes Jones, looking sleep rumpled as if she’s just rolled out of bed… and then Lucy Fabray steps up behind her, resting her head on Mercedes’ shoulder and she also looks like she’s just woken up, except she’s awake enough to leer at him and what has Dave told them? Why are they even here?

            “Kurt.” “Hello.”

            “Uh. Hi.” He guesses it’s probably rude to ask them what they’re doing here, even if he really wants to know. “Is Dave home?”

            “Yes. He’s making us breakfast. To eat in bed.”

            “I – okay?” He knows they’re Dave’s best friends, along with Blaine and Azimio, and he supposes if he has to imagine Dave in bed eating breakfast with someone other than him he’d much rather it be these two.

            “We had a sleepover last night. Once Dave finally made it home…” The smirk on Lucy’s face actually makes him blush, and he’s certain they know. Not that he’s ashamed, but he’s never had a sex life before, and now people know about it.

            “Who was at the – Kurt. Hi.”

            “Hi. I…” he pauses and feels a spark of mischief. “My dad did my washing this morning. He wants to talk to you. I came around to warn you.”

            Dave’s eyes go cartoon-like wide, and both Mercedes and Lucy’s heads whip around to face him.

            “You said nothing happened!”

            Oh, this should be interesting.

            “I said, nothing happened that I would ever tell either of you. There’s a big difference.”

            Both heads swing back to him and he grins and shrugs, because if Dave isn’t telling then he sure isn’t sharing either. He meets Dave’s eyes and they look a little worried, but also still quite filled with promise, or maybe it’s memory from last night, either way it looks good on him. He frowns as he takes in what he’s wearing. Or rather, what he isn’t wearing and his eyes go wide.

            “Are you naked?”

            “What! No!”

            Mercedes and Lucy have burst into giggles, and Lucy points out that Dave does kind of look naked with the apron covering up his boxers, but he’s kind of fixated on the fact that he can see naked shoulders, and he wonders if he could make Rachel pass a new school law saying all guys have to go around topless, because he’d felt what was under Dave’s shirt last night, the breadth of his shoulders and the firmness of muscles, but this, this is much better.

            He can see chest hair, and stubble, and he’s pretty sure that Dave is shifting; uncomfortable with his level of scrutiny but fuck he wishes Mercedes and Lucy weren’t here. He wants to touch. Maybe it would be best if he went home.

            “Have you had breakfast?”

            “Hmm?”

            “Breakfast. Have you had it?”

            “Ah…” he has, but he wonders if he’ll maybe get an invite into Dave’s room… oh god, they mentioned eating in bed. “I could eat.”

            “You can have the burnt one, seeing as how you’ve distracted him so much,” Mercedes states, and Dave looks confused for all of a second

            “Oh shit,” he exclaims, and runs. Kurt makes no attempts of hiding the fact that he’s clearly checking Dave out as he runs back to the kitchen. He follows the girls and it’s clear they were all in the kitchen, cups of coffee, or cocoa sitting on the bench. He can see a stack of pancakes sitting in the warmer and Dave standing at the oven, making pancakes. He cooks.

            Dave makes quick work of serving up the girls, telling them they’ll be up soon, which gets snorting sounds from both of them and he can’t be certain, but he’s pretty sure one of the mutters ‘something’ll definitely be up’, but he pretends he didn’t hear them. He turns back to talk to Dave and he’s suddenly there, crowding his personal space and he smells of maple syrup and chocolate, and he flicks a tongue out and yep, tastes just as good.

            He likes the new level of confidence that Dave is showing, hands gripping at his hips as he is pulled tight against the periodic table decorated apron and his brain fizzes as he realizes he can now touch, and the skin on his shoulders is super hot, firm warm muscle, and he really wants to lick, and suck and kiss a path over every bare inch… but Dave is pulling back away, much too early, and he scrabbles at the skin, pulling him back against him.

            “Did your dad seriously do your washing?” Dave asks, and then licks around his ear and he shudders. Coming here was the best idea ever. Apart from the girls upstairs.

            “No. I do my own washing. And now I do yours too apparently. Just don’t get used to it. I’m not doing your laundry every time you stay over. Or if I do I expect payment in… uh…” Blowjobs. Hand jobs. Dry humping. His mind flails. “Orgasms…”

            “I’m sure that can be arranged…” Dave says, and then they both break into hysterical laughter.

 
 
CHAPTER 13 - Thermodynamics