049: Boyfriend
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Boyfriend
| As soon as Dave stepped out of the bathroom he was having clean clothes flung at him. "That terrifying clothes monster you call laundry's already in the washer." "Thanks, Mom." Dave looked down at the clothes in his hands and frowned, "What is this stuff?" Dana glared at him, "You know all those times I tell you, 'Oh, Davey, I went shopping and got you school clothes,' and you're always like, 'Oh, awesome, thanks, Mom,' and then you never wear any of it?" "...Oh. Right." "Yeah. Y'dick." She smirked slightly. "Anyway, I'm better at picking shit out than you are, so I'm sure you'll be thanking me by the end of the week." Dave just snorted and went into his room to change. Kurt pulled up outside the Karofsky residence a few minutes later, after having finally resolved to go with the charcoal pea coat and blue cashmere scarf. His bed was littered with rejected wardrobe choices, and he dreaded going home later to clean them all up. He'd decided it was stupid, while he was getting dressed, to be fretting so much about what to wear when David had never really commented before... but a part of him just wanted to look nice. For his boyfriend. He couldn't stop smiling. This was getting sort of ridiculous. He tried to school his features into something a little more placid as he rang the doorbell. When the doorbell rang, Dave's mom got up from her work at the kitchen table to answer it. Then stopped when Dave came barreling down the stairs, shouting, "I got it, I got ow, ow, ow -- it!" Somewhere along the way, Cat must've decided that getting to the front door was a competition, because by the time he got to it, she was right behind him, huffing a meow. Dave opened the front door and Cat huffed again as he smiled at Kurt. At his boyfriend. Who was Kurt. Kurt, his boyfriend. "Hey, babe." He winced slightly as he shifted his weight off of his bad knee. "Hi," Kurt replied. He went up on his toes to press an impulsive, soft kiss to David's cheek -- and then hissed in pain when David's cat sank her teeth into his shin. "Ow," he muttered, looking down at the cat accusingly as she nonchalantly weaved her way in and out of David's legs. "Fuck off, Cat." Dave pushed her away with the side of his foot and she cried out like he'd just punched her in the face. "Sorry. She'll stop that shit eventually... I think." "It's okay." Kurt stepped back, fiddling with the fringe of his scarf. "You look nice," he said, taking in his boyfriend's button-down and jeans. "Are those new?" "Apparently I've had them," Dave shrugged. "News to me. And, thanks. So do you." He would've laughed at himself, the flustered tone of his voice and how he wasn't quite sure what to do other than stand awkwardly in the entryway if, you know, he wasn't so fucking embarrassed by all of it. Kurt beamed at David for a few seconds, and then his smile faded and he shifted from foot to foot awkwardly. "Um, so. Can I come in?" he asked. David's cat growled in response. "I didn't ask you," he said to the cat. Dave laughed, startled by his own stupidity. "God, yeah. Sorry, come on." Cat glared at Dave, clearly seeing him as a traitor for the moment, then stomped off. Kurt slipped his hand into David's as the door closed, and shot him another smile. "I brought Left 4 Dead, in case you felt like shooting zombies in the face," he offered. Then, as they were heading up the stairs, he added, "Or we could just kiss for awhile." "Door stays open, boys!" Mrs. Badass called from the kitchen. "Mom." Dave grinned. "Both?" "One kiss for each Boomer," Kurt replied. "Three for each Tank." Dave was pretty sure that was literally the coolest thing Kurt could've said, and his smile widened. "Yeah, yeah okay." He took the stairs carefully this time around since his knee was being a complete bitch about how he'd taken them coming down. -- Of course, as soon as they'd offed the first Tank, it became a competition to see who could kill more zombies faster, in order to facilitate more kissing. Kurt, for his part, insisted on seeing the game through to its gory end -- not because kissing David wasn't one of his new favorite activities, but because they hadn't even gone on a date yet, and here he was wanting to push David over, climb on top of him, and kiss him until he couldn't think. Zombies provided a somewhat welcome distraction. It was... weird. Dave felt like there was some new, strange Boyfriend Code he was supposed to be following, but had no clue what it actually was. But, other than the kissing, things were pretty much the same, so maybe... maybe not? Fuck, he didn't know. He just knew that right then, sitting in his room playing video games with Kurt, he was happier than he'd ever been. "You let me die, you gutterskank!" Kurt muttered, flopping backwards on David's bed as he waited for his character to re-spawn. He was sort of proud of that remark -- it was very David-like. "Want to take a break?" he asked. Dave grinned, "My bad." He tossed his controller onto the carpet and leaned back, looking over at Kurt and, god, simultaneously thanking and cursing his mom for the open door policy. Kurt turned his head to look at David, then, taking his hand and lacing their fingers together. "Hey, Mr. Boyfriend." He smiled fondly at the other boy and turned bodily so he was lying on his side, facing him. The fingers of his free hand connected lightly with David's cheek, tracing the planes of his face. His skin was warm, short stubble catching roughly against Kurt's fingertips as they moved against the direction of the growth of David's facial hair. David's brow creased under Kurt's touch, then relaxed, and his eyes crinkled as Kurt's fingers passed near them. Kurt marveled at all the little ways David responded to his touch -- the quickening of his breath, the dilation of his pupils, the parting of his lips. These drew Kurt's gaze, now. He trailed his fingertips lightly over them, then leaned in to chase the touch of his hand with his own lips. Dave had felt plenty of shit in the emotional spectrum in his short life, but never this. How someone could make his heart ache (in a good way) and get him harder than he'd ever been in record fucking time was... beyond him. And, hell, Kurt had only been touching his face. He'd been able to resist licking his boyfriend's fingers when they came into contact with his lips, but when Kurt kissed him, he felt like he was drowning. He tried to keep the kiss light, because if he didn't Dave'd probably be all over him and, fuck. Dave wasn't that stupid. After Blaine, just... no. It had to be on Kurt's terms, and he knew that. But that didn't mean it wasn't going to be hard as hell. Kurt broke the kiss, panting lightly, and leaned back far enough so he could see his boyfriend's eyes. His thumb brushed lightly over the soft skin of David's cheekbone, and he beat down thoughts of how cheesy and overly romantic the whole moment was verging on, choosing to say them aloud instead. "I apologize if this is too sentimental," he murmured, sliding his hand back so his fingers could tangle in David's short hair. "I just... enjoy looking in your eyes. Designers would kill for the color they are." "You're completely insane." Dave responded, after giving himself a moment to feel a sufficiently odd combination of pleased and embarrassed. He'd thought about doing this, just... this, so many times. Too many to count. And now that it was actually happening, and Kurt was exactly where he'd always wanted him... he just wasn't sure what to do. Dave wasn't slick like Puck, or clumsily adorable like Hudson. He was just... Dave. And, whenever he thought of the right shit to say or do, something always got screwed up along the way. Kurt frowned, watching David's inner monologue try to get the best of him. "Stop thinking so much," he murmured. "Or, if you're going to think, think about this." He leaned in again and kissed David, more deeply this time, all the while extremely conscious of his need to create some space between their hips. Kurt liked to pride himself on his poise. Here, with David, he felt anything but poised. With very little trouble, the boy who was kissing him with such care could shake him apart at his foundation. And Kurt thought he might let him. With that thought in mind, Kurt pushed gently on David's shoulder until the other boy turned onto his back, and then, maintaining the kiss with a lick to David's bottom lip, he settled down on the bed so his hips were strategically located away from David's and their chests were touching. Dave shuddered. It was hard to force his hands to stay on Kurt's back, but he managed to do it after only (almost) slipping up once. The longer they kissed, though, the more difficult it got to think straight, to not... fuck. He scrambled to think of something, anything, to reign himself back in. His mom. The fucking stupid cat. French class. Kurt speaking Fre-- fuck. His knee twinged slightly and it hit him like a train. Or, rather, a baseball bat. He shuddered again, for entirely different reasons, but he didn't care because, hell, problem solved. "Okay," Kurt gasped after another minute, breaking the kiss and panting against David's chest. "Okay. Okay, we should... stop. I..." He dropped his forehead to his boyfriend's shoulder. "I'm not that kind of boy," he murmured, laughing softly. It was safe to say that they were extremely proficient at kissing. He pulled one of David's (big, warm) hands from his back and entwined their fingers again, attempting to think heterosexual thoughts so he'd be able to sit upright without causing a spectacle in his pants. As much as he hated to, Dave agreed whole-heartedly. He nodded slightly. "'Kay, sorry," he murmured, even as he contemplated moving up for another kiss. "Don't apologize," Kurt said, propping himself up on David's chest and shushing him with a finger to his lips. "We both got caught up in it." It was hardly David's fault that Kurt didn't feel comfortable with the prospect of losing his virginity with David's door open and his mother just downstairs. Dave smiled slightly, but it turned into a full on grin when his stomach growled. "Y'wanna go get something to eat?" Kurt chuckled. "Yeah. KFC?" Dave feigned confusion, "What, are there other places?" "That's what I hear," Kurt said. "But they don't have chicken." "I can't even comprehend that. It's too scary." Kurt took in David's wide-eyed expression and laughed. "Don't worry. We don't ever have to go to those places." Dave huffed a laugh, "You have to be sick of KFC by now. It's cool if we go somewhere else. I hear there's this new place called Taco Bell? I hear they've got fancy napkins and everything." "Isn't that in the same building as KFC?" Kurt asked, grinning knowingly. "No!" Dave defended himself, trying not to laugh. "... Yes." Laughing softly, Kurt pressed one last, quick kiss to his boyfriend's lips and sat up. "Well, we'd better get going before they run out of original recipe," he said. "Dude. Don't even joke about that." |
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Date: 2011-02-19 07:20 pm (UTC).:is off to read:.
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Date: 2011-02-19 07:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-19 07:30 pm (UTC)I really, really love you guys. So much.
Awesome. I'll write a better comment once I stop flailing excitedly.
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Date: 2011-02-19 07:30 pm (UTC)FUCKING INCOHERENT.
Mr. Boyfriend, oh my god I think enjoyed it more then they did. (probably not, but y'know)
SO GLAD THIS IS BACK IN MY LIFE, YOU BOTH HAVE THE RIGHTS TO MY HAND IN MARRIAGE. HFDJKFHDKSJFHDKFJDSHFKJDJLKFHALS
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Date: 2011-02-19 07:32 pm (UTC)I was only part way through before I turned in to a puddle of goo.
I love you ladies. <3
I love this series. <3
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Date: 2011-02-19 07:33 pm (UTC)this excites me way more than it should :D
AWWWE
Date: 2011-02-19 07:33 pm (UTC)So fluffy and kind of smutty but not really and adorable!
Today's my birthday and this was a great present.
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Date: 2011-02-19 07:34 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-02-19 07:36 pm (UTC)Boyfriend. I love the sound of that.
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Date: 2011-02-19 07:39 pm (UTC)So glad ya'll are back. I feel like I should offer up my first born..or my soul for this epic fucking awesomeness you have bestowed upon us, :D
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Date: 2011-02-19 07:39 pm (UTC)Basically, I just have so, so, so many emotions right now.
:')
♥ ♥ ♥
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Date: 2011-02-19 07:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-19 07:42 pm (UTC)/flail
Date: 2011-02-19 07:44 pm (UTC)I love how smitten with Dave, Kurt is. From everything to the little lyric comment next to his IM name to him repeating that Dave is his boyfriend. Just, so adorable and very Kurt.
The familiarity and teasing is still there and, just... love it. Impressed with the whole gutterskank comment.
Cat is obviously a Karofsky. She's either laying down the law and protecting her boy, or in love with Kurt. Haven't decided with what I'm going with yet. ;)
Dave... just seems lighter and when he bounded downstairs, despite his knee. So realistic and adorable, if not silly.
Mad love for Dave.
Also his mailman made me sadface *Lol*
Awesome work guys. Great to have you back.
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Date: 2011-02-19 07:44 pm (UTC)IT'S ATTRACTIVE
Also by including Left 4 Dead, this chapter is now 11/10
Welcome back guys <3
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Date: 2011-02-19 07:45 pm (UTC)<3
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Date: 2011-02-19 07:51 pm (UTC)and so many "boyfriend"s!!! that just made me smile so fucking much.
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Date: 2011-02-19 07:52 pm (UTC)It's back! *-* *-* *-*
I read it very slowly so it'd last longer^^
You're awesome! But, will Karofsky be back to the wild passion? I like it when he's not thinking and fully displays his feelings xD
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Date: 2011-02-19 08:15 pm (UTC)Okay, well. I think the only way I can answer that is with an example.
When I was 16 I dated a Mexican gang banger named Ivan. We lived in LV and he lived in Northtown, which is basically the ghetto. He was way more >( than Dave and, ngl, he acted lovesick on occasion. So. There's that.
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Date: 2011-02-19 07:53 pm (UTC)