051: Protectiveness

[kurtofsky_ims]

Protectiveness

Kurt was nothing if not practical. The moment David logged off of AIM, Kurt set an alarm on his iPhone for twenty minutes before his boyfriend's shift at the garage was supposed to start, then turned the volume all the way up so it was sure to be piercing and obnoxious enough to put a stop to whatever activities they might get up to in the time David was there. He sent a stern glare at his groin when it stirred at the thought.

He was sure that David would be flattered -- and even turned on -- by the idea that Kurt couldn't seem to control his physiological response to the thought of further marathon kisses, but this was only the third day that he'd been calling David his boyfriend. He wasn't ready to introduce his genitals to the relationship, as much as his genitals begged to differ.

Alarm set, Kurt dimmed the lights in his bedroom just so -- and then turned them on to full brightness again. Mood lighting wouldn't help him win the ongoing battle of wills with his "junk," as David seemed fond of calling it. He walked upstairs to pick out a few snacks, and had just set a bowl of crunchy, savory food on the counter when Finn walked into the kitchen and snagged a few chips.

"Hey, man," Finn mumbled. "Know where Mom hid the Dr. Pepper this week?"

"Sorry, no. I didn't watch her put it away." Kurt glanced out the window at the driveway, watching for David's truck.

"You waiting for someone to come over?" Finn asked. "Do Mom and Burt know?"

"Yes and no," Kurt admitted. "But I don't think they'd have a problem with the person visiting."

"Oh, is it Mercedes? Because if you guys are gonna do each other's nails, I'm going to leave. Last time she almost roped me into polish on my toenails." Finn's brow furrowed. "It was purple."

"I would've gone with a blue," Kurt replied. "And no, it's not Mercedes. But feel free to leave, anyway."

"What, is it a guy?" Finn asked. He was spared Kurt's answer when David's truck pulled up in the driveway and the owner stepped out, smoothing his jacket down almost nervously. "Aw, seriously? I know you're friends, but man, I don't want to hang out with him."

"You don't have to," Kurt said. With that, he left the kitchen and opened the front door to walk out and greet his boyfriend. He stopped short about a foot from David and said, quietly, "Finn's home. And he's probably watching us through the kitchen window, so it's your move. We can pretend you're here as a friend until we get to my room, or you can come inside as my boyfriend."

Fuck... This wasn't Dave's house, where he knew his mom would keep her mouth shut when it was needed. And it wasn't AIM, where he was most comfortable. It wasn't Westerville, where they didn't know anyone. This was Kurt's house. And that was Finn, doing his impression of the world's worst spy. Finn, who went to school with them. Who could (and maybe would) tell someone before Dave was ready.

It was easy to be himself when it was just Kurt or Rossman or his mom. Different parts of the real Dave went to each of the three of them that, when pieced together, made up David Karofsky. And that David wasn't the one McKinley knew. Not by a long shot. And, sure, he'd thought about the tough decisions ahead of him. But now, faced with his first actual taste of what was to come, well... Dave was fucking scared.

He looked at Kurt, then past him to Finn, who apparently was of the school of thought that if he could only see you with one eye, then you couldn't see him. "God, he's like a giant fucking two year old." Dave muttered, looking back to his boyfriend. Kurt was way braver than Dave had ever been, but...

But maybe Dave could be brave for once, too. "Miss me, Fancy?" Dave asked as he stepped inside, leaning in to press a kiss to the other boy's cheek.

"You know I did," Kurt replied, grinning sappily. He reached for David's hand as he shut the door, lacing their fingers together. They both turned to face Finn when he walked out of the kitchen, a look resembling a cross between constipation and concern plain on his face.

Finn asked stiffly, "He's your boyfriend now, Kurt?"

"Yes," Kurt stated in a tone that left no room for argument. "But we'd both appreciate it if you wouldn't tell anyone. We're not ready to be out as a couple at school just yet."

"You look like you have a cactus up your ass when you make that face, dude." He couldn't help it. It was funny.

Finn glared at him, looking like he was trying to think of something clever to say and coming up short. "Screw you, Karofsky."

Dave was about to snap something back, but his goal was to not have the whole school talking about him when he got back, so he just grinned. "No, thanks bro. Not really my type."

Finn opened his mouth to retort, but Kurt beat him to it. "Please, just... try to be tolerant of my boyfriend, Finn?" he asked.

"Fine," Finn muttered. "But if he ever -- " he began, only to be interrupted.

"If I ever what, Hudson?" Dave bristled. God, like he was gonna fucking molest Kurt. Like he was fucking Blaine or some shit.

"Just... don't hurt him, Karofsky." Finn glowered at him. "'Cuz Kurt's my brother, and if you hurt him, I'll have no problem punching you until -- "

"Finn," Kurt said exasperatedly, his thumb rubbing in what he hoped was a soothing manner across David's knuckles. "Can it. He's already going to get this talk from Dad, when he finds out."

"Yeah, totally dude. 'Cause I drove all the way to fucking Westerville, more than once, when Kurt's last boyfriend went all psycho --just so I could take my turn fucking him up."

Kurt rolled his eyes and threw up his hands, releasing David's in the process. "When the two of you are done with your pissing contest, I'll be in my room," he muttered, stalking off.

"Nice one, dude," Finn accused.

"Me? You fucking started it, you dick." Dave watched as Kurt left, then glared at Finn. "Thanks, you fucking bag of cocks. Now he's fucking mad at me." He hissed, then headed after his boyfriend.

Kurt looked up from the copy of Vogue magazine he'd begun thumbing absently through, as David descended the stairs. He set the magazine aside and crossed one knee over the other. "That was quick," he commented.

"Yeah, well. When you're arguing with a dude whose entire vocabulary is made up of, like, a hundred words it's generally guaranteed to be a short argument." Trying to get things back to normal, Dave cracked a grin, "'Sides, it's not my fault he's got those fifty words on me, y'know?"

Patting the mattress next to him, Kurt waited until David sat down before he spoke again. "I'm actually touched that the both of you just had a fight about which of you cares more about me," he said. "Finn's been trying really hard at this stepbrothers thing, and I'm glad you're willing to put in as much effort when it comes to being my boyfriend. It's sweet."

"So, you're not mad?" Dave asked, the tension in his shoulders that'd been there since he'd walked up the drive finally releasing.

"I'll only be mad if you and Finn decide to make a habit of that," Kurt replied. "Now come here." He held out his arms and gestured for his boyfriend to hug him.

Dave readily wrapped his arms around the other boy, sighing quietly. "I'd promise it won't happen again, but I'm pretty sure you don't want me lying to you, so..."

"Just promise you'll try, and that's good enough for me," Kurt replied. He threaded a hand into David's hair, feeling the curls wrap around his fingers. "He'll come around eventually... once he realizes you're not a threat to his family. He's gotten very alpha male around the house since Dad and Carole's wedding. I guess it's because he figures he'll be leading the pack someday." Kurt huffed a laugh. "Like we're some sort of band of predators."

Dave snorted quietly. "Oh, yeah. 'Cause you're totally vicious." Actually, yeah, okay. Kurt could be, so the sarcastic joke wound up sitting more as fact than anything, which made him laugh. He shrugged slightly, "Well, if he doesn't get over it I guess I'll just have to kick his ass."

Kurt pulled back and made a face. "Then I will get mad," he said. "No ass kicking, please." He leaned in to kiss his boyfriend. "Unless that person really deserves it and isn't related to me." Then their lips connected and he sighed into the kiss.

"But what if he starts it?" Dave asked against Kurt's lips, not really interested in getting an answer.

"Maybe I'll have to provide incentives for walking away," Kurt murmured before kissing David again.

"Oh yeah...?" Dave was tempted to use his weight to push Kurt back onto the bed. Tempted, yeah, but he didn't act on it. Instead, he deepened the kiss, his hand settling on top of Kurt's thigh.

Kurt started a bit when David's hand landed on his thigh, his long fingers curving over it. After all, aside from the platonic touch of parents and physicians, the only person whose hands had ever made contact with parts of him below the navel was Brittany. Even Blaine -- he tamped that thought down.

When David's hand began to lift away, he settled his own hand on top of it, stilling David's movement. If this relationship was going to progress like any normal one, they'd both be doing far more intimate touching, at some point. He uncurled the leg David was touching and draped it across his boyfriend's thighs, his hand sliding upwards over David's forearm and wrapping around it as he licked into David's mouth, seeking his tongue.

Dave's grip on Kurt's thigh tightened as he forced himself not to --fuck. Not to even think about what he wasn't going to do. He'd thought trying to get it out of his system before he got there would help, but it didn't. He broke the kiss and lowered his head, teeth scraping over the side of Kurt's neck.

Kurt's hand in David's hair slipped down his back and he let out a soft moan, instinctively shuffling closer. He panted against the side of David's head, his fingers gripping the back of his shirt. God, he wanted to... he wanted to feel David's skin under his hands, to figure out what made him feel good and to do it, do it until he -- okay. Okay, heterosexual thoughts. He didn't need a repeat of the Seventh Grade Gym Class Incident.

Dave attached his mouth to the other boy's neck, hands reflexively tightening in an attempt not to stray. He was so hard, it felt like he hadn't touched himself in weeks when, really, it'd been less than an hour ago. When Kurt moaned, he stifled a gasp. God, he wanted -- fuck. Azimio. Baseball bat. The nasty crack of his knee breaking.

"God, no hickies before your first day working for my dad," Kurt muttered, releasing David's arm in favor of tilting his chin upwards so he could kiss him again. Which he did, slowly and deeply, until he was gasping against his mouth and his ability to think had reached a critically low level. The fly of his skinny jeans was pressing uncomfortably against his erection, and he reached down and palmed his groin, intending to adjust himself.

Dave pulled away, just enough so that he could apologize, but his eyes were drawn downward by the movement of Kurt's hand. And he really, really regretted looking. "Oh, god..." He breathed, forcing himself to look back up.

Kurt met David's gaze with wide eyes. He licked his lips reflexively, settling his hand on the bed next to him. "Do you, um." His eyes dropped to David's mouth and his own lips parted. He felt... no, he needed -- "Do you want to..." he began again.

Dave found himself nodding before the words had even finished leaving Kurt's mouth. He leaned forward to kiss his boyfriend -- then jumped, startled, when an alarm started blaring.

"Oh, hell," Kurt muttered. "Sorry." He pressed a quick, regretful kiss to David's lips. "We've got twenty minutes to get you over to the garage."

For a second, Dave had no clue what Kurt was talking about. Then it hit him. Right. Work. With... god, with Kurt's dad. The thought of what Burt Hummel might do to him if he knew Dave'd almost-but-not-actually molested his son was better than any cold shower. "Oh, yeah. Right."

"Do you want me to go with you, or..." Kurt began, attempting to smooth an imaginary wrinkle out of his shirt.

"Why? So you can perv out on the hot new guy?"

"Gotta make sure he's hot enough to work for my dad," Kurt replied, grinning.

"I doubt he is." Dave grinned back, shifting them so he could stand up.

"I don't know," Kurt said, leaning back on his hands and giving his boyfriend a slow once-over. "I hear good things."