The Laws of Thermodynamics - Chapter Sixteen

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Title: The Laws of Thermodynamics

Pairing: Kurt Hummel/David Karofsky
Rating: NC17
Word count: ~3,000 words
Warnings: None.
Summary: AU Glee. Dave is a nerd, and Kurt is a Cheerio. Kurt needs a tutor to pull his GPA up. Cliche but fun.

Author’s note: As most of you know I wrote this in a public library. It was an interesting experience..

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 CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN CHAPTER FIFTEEN

SPANKIES AND POMPOMS:

PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR PART FIVE PART SIX PART SEVEN PART EIGHT

PART SIXTEEN
They make out on his bed for a while, and even though his door is closed he feels like his mom knows exactly what is going on in here. Despite that thought he can feel himself getting hard, can tell Kurt is hard, but he also knows that if they don’t do their homework then it’s never going to get done, and as much as he likes making out with Kurt (and more) he’s not willing to let his grades drop even a little bit. Not only because his mom will look at him all smug because she’ll know the reason why.

“Uh, we should probably do our homework.”

“Oh… yeah. We should. If we get it done super quick can we go back to making out?”

He knows he blushes, and really, he should be past his now, because making out should be easy compared to what they’ve already done together, but he feels shy as he nods, kissing Kurt slowly again before pulling away completely. Part of him is relieved that Kurt seems to like making out with him so much, that it’s reciprocal, because he would hate for this to be one sided, and even though he’s pretty happy and confident in himself there is still a small part that whispers why me? every time Kurt so much as smiles at him.
So yeah, he wants to make out with Kurt, more than make out really, but he wants to wait because he knows his mom. While she won’t come barging in, she’ll knock, but she’s still going to come and check up on them. He knows he’s going to be embarrassed when she comes in, regardless of whether she catches them making out or whether they’re doing homework, just the fact that he has a boyfriend seems to bring his mom just a little too much excitement. It’s probably because it’s someone new she can embarrass him in front of. So as much as he wants to make out for an hour or whether he tries to be a little more daring and get what he really wants, he’s going to wait for his mom to make her grand entrance and then he can consider pinning Kurt to his bed and rutting against him. Or more…

He forces the thought to the back of his mind, and even though his cock is still warmer and heavier than normal he pulls out his books and spreads them across his bed. It’s not his usual way of doing homework, but he doesn’t have much of it and he doesn’t want to move, he can feel the warmth from Kurt’s body as he lies beside him, pulling his own books out.

“This is going to be awkward, we’re both right handed.”

“Just start with something where you don’t have to write anything yet.”

Kurt nods and then shakes his head, sitting up and shifting away.

“Nope, not going to work. We’ll have to top and tail.” Kurt lies on the bed in the opposite direction to him and it means when he glances to his left instead of seeing Kurt’s face he now has a mouthwatering view of his thighs and ass.

“I… yeah. Okay.” He’s grinning at the automatic response his mind came up with, but he still feels a little cautious about the things he might blurt out.

“What? You have to share whatever it is that’s making you grin like that…”

Fucking hell. Kurt has twisted to his side and now he’s pretty much face-to-face with his crotch and he knows he’s staring.

“Uh, it’s… it’s stupid. Really.”

“I doubt that very much. Now share.”

“Just… don’t laugh too much okay? I just didn’t think that 69 was a relevant position for doing homework in. Until right now that is…”

“Oh… I thought we were meant to be doing homework.”

“We are.”

“But after?”

“Oh god… yeah. After.”

He has no idea how he’s expected to concentrate now, he can see Kurt’s ass from the corner of his eye, muscles flexing and it’s incredibly distracting. He struggles through the calculus, double checking and he keeps on having to remind himself that they have time. Lots of it. He drops the calculus books to the floor, pulling out the biology ones from his bag and lets himself zone out, although the occasional question from Kurt has him twisting around to talk to him. Forty-five minutes later his gut instinct proves him right and there’s a knock on his bedroom door. At least she has the decency to wait for him to call out come in, which he does almost immediately because he doesn’t want her thinking that they’re doing something. Which they will be doing later if he has any say in it.

“Hi boys, I just brought you some coffee and cookies…”

He rolls his eyes at her and she pokes her tongue out at him and he seriously can’t believe that she’s meant to be the adult in this relationship, that his mom is probably disappointed that they’re actually studying. He’s almost done though, and he knows Kurt is as well, and now that she’s used up her legitimate reason to interrupt he’s probably okay to act on some of his dirtier thoughts. She places the tray down on his desk and looks at them.

“How is the studying coming along?”

“Fine mom. Better if you left.” If you didn’t interrupt us, he adds silently.

His mom rolls her eyes at him this time as if she’s somehow heard him and huffs out a sound that makes him think she’s laughing at him; the look she gives him though is fond and he realizes she’s probably relieved that he’s finally acting like a ‘normal’ teenager, which he doesn’t like the implications of because he felt perfectly normal before he started dating Kurt but he keeps quiet, because the last thing he wants to do is instigate a conversation.

“Okay, I know when I’m not wanted. Just remember to bring the dirty dishes down. And drink the coffee while it’s still hot. Kurt I put milk and sugar on the tray, I don’t know how you like it sorry. Oh. Do you even like coffe?”

“Mom!”

“I like coffee Mrs Karofsky. Thank you.”

“Call me Elaine.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

He knows he’s probably glaring at his mom now, but he really wants her to leave and she gives them one more joint smile before closing the door behind herself. He lets out a sigh and relaxes, wondering if he should get the coffee now or wait until he’s finished, because he really only has ten minutes to go.

“I’m almost finished. What about you?” Kurt asks and that decides it for him. Coffee can be completely ignored, he doesn’t need it to keep him awake when Kurt is lying beside him looking… coy. Hopeful? Both he finally decides.

“Yeah, another ten and I’ll be done. Do you want me to check over anything?”

“Okay. Ten minutes. And no, I think I’m good.”

He watches Kurt lick his lips and he lets out a shaky breath before turning back to his homework intently. He can’t concentrate fully, but it doesn’t matter because his train of thought is completely shot anyway. He makes a half-attempt and then lets his biology books fall to the floor, turning on his side to watch Kurt and fuck he’s almost completely certain Kurt is rutting into his bed. His mouth goes dry, his mind offering up suggestion after suggestion of things Kurt could frot against rather than his mattress; himself being at the top of the list.

“Kurt. Fuck.” His voice sounds broken and he reaches to squeeze an ass cheek and Kurt lets out a little moan he really likes the sound of. “I want to jerk you off.”

“Oh. Okay.” Kurt shifts to face him, shoving his books to the floor and a part of him is wondering whether Kurt is actually finished but a larger part, along with his cock, don’t care.

“Yeah? I’ve never…” He’s done it to himself of course, but the idea of wrapping his hand around Kurt until he comes is intoxicating, although he knows that anything involving Kurt is a good idea right now.

“You think I have?”

“No, just… tell me if I suck okay?”

“If you suck at giving me a handjob then you can switch to actual sucking, because you were pretty good at that the other night.”

“You were really good too. I mean, it felt really good.”

“Yeah, I figured as much,” Kurt says, laughing and climbing into his lap and he can’t believe that this is going to happen again. In reverse this time though. Although the way Kurt is sitting makes him kind of want to grind his hips up, rock into Kurt until they’re both hard and aching… he moves experimentally and Kurt squeaks. He grins. He likes discovering all the different sounds that Kurt makes.

“Just, move for a second. I think… yeah, we’d be better off if we were both on the bed. Properly.”

Kurt laughs quietly, moving away and allowing him to shift. He shoves the pillows behind himself and isn’t even fully settled before Kurt is straddling him again, thighs warm on either side of his, leaning down to kiss him, hands resting on his shoulders. His own hands go to Kurt’s hips and he lets himself pull Kurt forward as he rolls his hips upward and yeah, there’s a drag of friction that makes him grow harder in his pants. He moves his hand down, lets his thumb run down the zip of Kurt’s jeans and presses firmer as he drags his thumb upwards.

“Just, uh, let me… god.”

He watches, breath coming in shallow pants as Kurt undoes his fly and shoves his jeans and underwear as far down as possible on his hips, which isn’t very far but still enough that his cock is out, jutting out toward him as if it’s just waiting for him to touch. He runs a thumb over the head and it feels silken smooth against the roughness of pad of his thumb.

“Can I, can you… your dick. Can you take your dick out as well?” Kurt asks, and he hadn’t even thought about that.

“I uh yeah sure…”

They move again, and a part of him wants to go and jam a chair under his door handle, but Kurt is getting naked in his lap, actually fully taking his pants off now and he wonders if he should do the same. He doesn’t let himself think about it too much, instead just strips off completely and pulls back the blanket and sheet on his bed so they can at least grab it in a hurry if they need to. Fuck he hopes they don’t need to.

The heat from Kurt’s legs when he straddles him, half-naked this time, is even more intense and he lets his eyes shutter closed for a brief second so that he can just enjoy it, the warm weight of Kurt’s balls resting on his feeling foreign but intensely hot at the same time. He lets his hips rock and Kurt provides a matching rhythm that makes him wonder if he even wants to break it to wrap his hand around Kurt’s cock. Kurt’s body is pretty much spread over his own and he’s not really sure what to do with his hands so he settles them back on Kurt’s hips, fingers digging in slightly with the rocking motion they have. They kiss, moths warm and sloppy, playful. It feels amazing and he’s completely okay with it staying like this. His face feels warm from where Kurt’s stubble had grazed against his, lips fuller than usual and he sucks gently just behind Kurt’s ear when he kisses down his neck. Then Kurt is sitting back and he looks down to see their cocks between them and he can’t help the groan.

“Fuck that’s hot.”

“Yeah.”

He wraps his hand around his own cock, feeling a little unsure now and Kurt watches avidly, making him feel even more self-conscious. Then Kurt’s doing the same thing, hand encircling his own cock and moving up and down, eyes not leaving Dave’s hand and cock. He watches, wanting to learn how Kurt touches himself. The little ‘oh fuck’ from Kurt doesn’t teach him much though and he lets go of his own cock, runs fingers over Kurt’s knuckles, asking permission and is instantly answered by Kurt’s hand wrapping Dave’s fingers around his cock. He doesn’t need to do much, Kurt’s thrusts into his fist doing most of the work and he lets it go on like that for a few moments, enjoying the feeling for what it is.

He starts to experiment with his own hand movements, tightening his fist makes Kurt whimper, twisting makes him moan while pumping him up and down makes him pant and swear. He starts in with combinations, tightening and twisting, enjoying the half-murmured sounds Kurt makes. When he tightens and starts jerking him off faster Kurt’s back arches and then his hand is covered in come, along with his shirt and Kurt’s eyes are squeezed shut, his body tight above his and he feels like a complete sap but he doesn’t think he’s ever seen Kurt look more beautiful.

“Oh god… fuck. Oh my god.” Kurt’s eyes blinks open and he tries not to thrust up, bring attention to his now achingly hard erection. “Your shirt… Dave. Oh my god. Next time you are totally taking it off.”

He feels Kurt’s hands press up under his shirt, fingers running over the skin of his belly up his chest, playing in the hair and seeking out his nipples to give them a tweak. He jolts a little at the sensation, unsure of how to feel about it exactly but doesn’t stop rolling his hips. He can feel Kurt’s cock, still hard between them, rubbing against his own and he lets out what can only be described as a whimper.

“What do you want?” Kurt asks and he has no fucking clue on how to answer that. Instead he just lets his body go, rutting upwards against Kurt’s body, thankful Kurt presses back, increasing the pressure and friction. He’s so fucking close right now he just wants to come. “I could suck you off… you want that? My mouth and tongue on you?” Kurt asks, mouth at his ear, breath warm and ticklish before his teeth and pulling at his earlobe, tongue licking down his neck, lips sucking little kisses. “Or I could wrap my hand around you? Bring you off like how you just got me off? Hard and fast?” He moans, hips moving faster rhythm completely gone. “Or you could fuck me. Let me ride you like this, your cock pressed inside me…” Fucking hell. He comes, blood roaring in his ears along with the sound of his own moans and he wraps an arm around Kurt’s waist, pulling him into a hot sticky embrace that he doesn’t give a fuck about.

“La petit mort.”

“Really?” Kurt asks, sounding delightfully pleased and he knows French is probably the only subject Kurt hasn’t needed help with. Which is good because he sucks at spoken languages.

“Fuck yes. We have to try that over the phone some time.”

“Oh… yeah. That would be… interesting.”

They laugh quietly and clean up, although there’s only so much one can do without a shower. They make out, slow and gentle and he wishes they didn’t have to move. It’s a school night though, and his mom might be pretty lenient but she does have her limits, although he has to admit he’s not quite sure where or what they are exactly. He helps Kurt pack his bag and walks Kurt to his car, fingers laced together and wearing matching grins.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah. Sleep well.”

The kiss Kurt gives him is sweet, but it still makes his toes curl and cock twitch and he lets out a long breath to stop himself from giggling nervously. They whisper their goodbyes and he stands there waiting until Kurt gets in his car and drives off. Of course his mom is waiting for him when he returns to the house and he refuses to admit that he might have jumped a little.

“You're being safe right honey?”

“Mom…” he whines, because fuck, he really doesn’t need this talk right now.

“Just tell me you’re being safe.”

“Mom.” She looks at him and he knows he’s not going to get any privacy until he breaks. “Fine. Yes, we are being very safe, because we haven’t actually had sex yet, because despite what you might think, neither of us has ever done anything before so we’re just…” He searches for the words to say they’re enjoying each other’s bodies, because he definitely doesn’t want to word it like that to his mom.

“Oh, you’re taking it slow. That’s good.”

“I – what?” He definite;ly wouldn’t say they’re taking it slow.

“That’s all I wanted to know.”

He opens his mouth to correct her but snaps it shut again, because it’s probably for the best and she doesn’t need to know. He will be safe, because he’s not going to take risks like that, and also he figures he can just call it practice or something. He’s going to practice safe-sex. Many many times.

Spankies - Part 9