061: Take Me Out
Mar. 16th, 2011 10:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Take Me Out
"Well, y'know. 'Cause I think the salmon one -- "
"Mom."
" -- would look nice, and I don't -- "
"Mom." Dave ran a hand over his face as his mom kept right on talking.
" -- see what the big -- "
"Mom!"
"...Yeah?"
"That's not salmon. Salmon is a fish. That shit's pink."
"Wrong. Yes, it is a fish as well. And so what?"
"I'm a dude." Dave replied, getting out of the computer chair to take his mom by the shoulders. He looked down at her and sighed, "Dudes do not wear pink. I'm dressed. End of story."
"I've seen plenty of 'dudes' wear pink. Hell, your dad has a pink tie."
"Mom? You bought him that tie. He wears it so you won't bitch at him for not wearing the shit you get for him."
"I would never -- " At the look Dave was giving her, she redirected, "Okay. Point taken."
"Awesome. Now, not trying to be rude, but get out." Dave kissed her on the forehead, then turned her and gave her a gentle push toward the door before she could argue.
* * *
At his house, Kurt was standing over his bed, looking down at three different long-sleeved shirts. It was sort of cold in his room, and he folded his arms across his tee shirt-clad chest, rubbing his upper arms vigorously with his hands. He stared at the shirts, willing one of them to choose itself and leap onto his body.
Then he sighed and scooped all three up, marching upstairs and knocking on Finn's slightly ajar bedroom door. "Finn?" he asked, the door opening wider as a result of his knocks. "I need you to help me to -- "
There was a muffled squawk, a thump, and a flash of long, dark hair and entirely too much skin as Finn rolled his overnight guest off the bed with him. Kurt smirked.
* * *
Twenty minutes later, Kurt's SUV rolled to a stop in front of the Karofsky residence. He got out and headed up the driveway, noting absently that there was a scuff on the toe of his right shoe. The door opened before he'd reached the front porch, and David stepped out to greet him.
"We should go. Like, now." Dave grinned, but didn't look all that amused. He closed the front door behind him right as someone started shouting.
"What's wrong?" Kurt asked, leaning up to brush a kiss against David's cheek before turning and heading back down the driveway.
"So, my mom asked my dad if he only wore what she bought him so she wouldn't feel bad, and he fucking told her the truth. Then she was all, 'oh don't feel obligated,' and he told her she was scary so he did feel obligated. So she flipped shit at him." He shrugged. "It's fine. One of them always loses it on the other like every six months. Usually my mom. Then they get over it and have crazy loud make up sex. It's completely wrong."
"Oh, ew," Kurt murmured. "I have never been more appreciative of the fact that I live in the basement. The relatively sound-proof basement." He walked around his car to the driver's side. "I moved the seat back for you, in case you need to stretch your leg."
Dave didn't mean to look so relieved. It just sort of happened. "Thanks, babe." He replied as he got in, shutting the door behind him. "So. Gonna tell me where we're going?"
Kurt thought about it for a moment. There was a chance that David wouldn't want to go, not given the recent past, and his knee, and... "Yeah." He pulled an envelope out of his jacket pocket and handed it over to his boyfriend.
"Oh, I -- babe, I was only kidding. If you want to surprise me, it's cool." Dave glanced down at the envelope, but didn't open it.
"No, I want you to open it," Kurt replied, shaking his head and turning in the driver's seat to face the other boy. "You might not want to do it, and I've got a backup plan just in case. Please open the envelope, David."
"Sure, okay." He laughed quietly as he pulled the flap up and pulled out -- Dave grinned and glanced up, "Babe. Do you even like hockey?"
"I've been watching clips on YouTube, and I nearly sat through an entire game the other day," Kurt admitted. "The important thing is that you like hockey. And maybe you can teach me more about it at the game. Dad's into baseball, and Finn's into football. Neither of them are any help."
"Yeah. Yeah, I'll teach you. Whatever you want." Dave leaned across the center console to pull Kurt into a kiss, then smiled against his boyfriend's mouth. "But, I gotta say. You shoulda held out on telling me, at least until we were on the highway. Woulda bribed you with road head."
"You realize I probably would've killed us both if you'd tried," Kurt replied, nuzzling in for another kiss.
"Nice way to go out though." Dave bit down on Kurt's bottom lip gently.
Kurt nodded and kissed his boyfriend again. "But the backseat has more room for that sort of thing," he said. "I can't drive and lie down in the backseat at the same time." He cupped David's cheek and murmured against his mouth, "Did I mention that it folds down?"
Dave had to force himself to pull back, but only a little. "We should go. Or else we're gonna miss the game 'cause we were too busy fucking around in the back."
"We can always pick this up again after the game," Kurt said. "We should get to Cincinnati with time to grab lunch before we have to go to the arena."
"I ever tell you you're fucking awesome?" Dave kissed him again before moving back to buckle himself in, grunting softly as he stretched his bad leg out slowly. He couldn't help but feel like a fucking ninety year old, for a moment.
"You alright?" Kurt asked, frowning. He reached blindly for his seat belt, his eyes on David's knee. It was obviously hurting again... but for how long? And why hadn't David said anything?
"Oh, yeah. Fine, babe." Dave lied, "My leg's just stiff is all."
* * *
The drive to Cincinnati was fairly quiet, the silence only broken by short bursts of conversation -- most of which Kurt started -- and then the radio, about an hour in. Kurt fretted mutely about David's knee the entire way, only taking his mind off of it when he pulled into a parking garage near the Cyclones' arena. He shut off the engine, stowed the parking garage ticket on the dashboard, and turned to his boyfriend.
"We have about an hour before the game starts, and we're surrounded by restaurants. Any preferences?" he asked, pulling out his iPhone and preparing to search for nearby eateries.
Dave felt bad for being so quiet the whole drive over; it wasn't that he couldn't find anything to talk about or anything. His knee was just bothering him, and he knew it was probably nothing, so why bother anyone with it? He pulled himself out of his head.
"An hour? Wanna see if there's a Subway around here? There's gotta be."
Kurt nodded. "Yeah, okay. You've still got the tickets, right?" He unbuckled his seat belt and leaned across the center console, kissing David briefly in an attempt to distract himself from worrying about him.
"Oh, we needed those?" Dave teased, pulling Kurt into a deeper kiss when he started to pull away.
"Well," Kurt murmured against David's lips after a moment, "if you don't want to go to the game, we could stay in the car. But we didn't have to leave Lima to make out in the back of my Escalade."
"No, no. I wanna go. Really. You're just distracting, is all." Dave replied, pulling the tickets out to prove that he had not, in fact lost them.
Kurt's stomach growled and he grinned. "Let's go eat. I'll distract you more, later."
* * *
After Dave had explained the basics of what was happening (and Kurt got used to the guy behind them getting up to yell loudly every few minutes), it seemed like his boyfriend was actually... enjoying himself. Which was pretty fucking awesome. It meant they could go to more games. Not that Dave thought Kurt wouldn't go, otherwise. But now he wouldn't have to feel bad about his boyfriend being bored to death.
"That was fun!" Kurt exclaimed as they left the arena, surprised that he'd enjoyed the game as much as he had. It was gladiatorial in a way that other sports weren't -- especially when the fighting had broken out. "I honestly didn't think I'd like it that much." He pulled his coat around himself as they pushed through the doors, one hand adjusting his scarf. "We should do this again," he said, grinning at David.
"Dude, I can't believe we got to see an out and out fight on your first game. Shit was awesome." Dave put an arm around Kurt's shoulders to help guide him through the throng. "Sorry about that fucking guy. People get into it." He shrugged, "And he was probably a little drunk."
"He was definitely drunk. But it's okay," Kurt replied as he leaned against David’s side. "He was enjoying himself. And he only startled me the first time he got up and screamed." He smirked. "Besides, I'm not the one he spilled his beer on. Too bad about that woman's coat."
Dave snorted. "You see the look on her face? I thought she was gonna kill the dude." When someone walking by them shoulder checked Dave, most likely accidentally, he pulled a face. "Excuse you." The man threw a half-hearted "my bad" over his shoulder, but didn't even bother to look back to say it.
"You okay?" Kurt murmured. He wrapped his arm around David's waist and changed his pace so he walked in step with David. "I can go beat him up if you want."
Dave laughed. "My hero." But, now that he thought about it, it would be pretty hilarious or potentially awesome to see Kurt just flip shit on someone.
"Gotta protect my man," Kurt said, grinning.
When they got to Kurt's SUV, Dave pulled his boyfriend along with him to the passenger side, then pressed him against the door. One hand slid over the curve of his neck as he leaned in to kiss Kurt. "Thanks for today." He murmured against the other boy's lips.
Kurt smiled into the kiss and wrapped his arms around David's waist. "You're welcome." He shuffled his feet until they spread slightly, then pulled his boyfriend closer. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. At the risk of sounding cheesy, I wanted today to be as special for you as last Saturday was for me."
"It totally was." He leaned in again, lips brushing against Kurt's as his thumb brushed over the arch of his brow. "But don't worry about, you know, doing this kinda shit all the time." He grinned. "KFC and movies I've never heard of totally works for me."
"Oh, thank God," Kurt sighed. "I didn't want to say anything, but I wasn't sure how many dates like this my bank account could have taken." He pressed a kiss just to the right of David's lips. "Maybe once in awhile, though. Just often enough to keep our friends insanely jealous of us. The glee girls all hate their boyfriends a little because I told them about our last date."
Dave laughed, "Rossman's gonna be so jealous, don't worry."
"I'm not worried," Kurt murmured, kissing slowly down David's neck. "Too distracted by my hot boyfriend to be worried. Want to get out of here?"
Dave nodded, groaning quietly. "Yeah. Yeah, I really fucking do..."
Kurt was extremely relieved to discover that the Ohio State Police weren't patrolling the highway that day. He made it back to the outskirts of Lima about a half-hour sooner than he should've, apologizing to his car the whole way. "Want to be excruciatingly stereotypical?" he asked as they neared a secluded side road. "We could go parking."
Dave glanced at the road and grinned. "Sometimes being a little stereotypical is okay."
"We won't even be trespassing," Kurt said. "Dad bought this plot a few years ago because he wanted to build a house in the woods. That never went past the planning stages, though." He put on his blinker and turned down the dirt road, driving a few hundred yards until he reached a small clearing.
"Think he'll ever do anything with it?"
"I don't know," Kurt said. "He keeps talking about a bigger house where Finn doesn't have to live in the attic and I don't have to live in the basement, but I think Carole likes living in town." He cut the engine and pulled off his seat belt. "There aren't any houses for sale in your neighborhood, are there?" he asked, grinning.
Dave laughed. "Might be. I can always ask my mom if you actually want me to. I thought you liked living in your basement, though."
"Oh, I do. It's taken me years to create the perfect living environment down there. But if we're going to move, I'd rather not live further from you than I already do." Kurt smiled mischievously. "I'd miss your psycho cat."
"I think she's starting to hate you less. She didn't even try to bite you last time you came over. Flat out ignoring's better than biting, right?"
"My shins certainly think so," Kurt said. He opened the door and slipped out, moving to the rear of the SUV to pull out his large emergency kit.
Dave got out and followed Kurt around to the back. "...what's that?"
"You know how they always recommend that drivers carry first aid, blankets, bottled water, and any other items necessary to survive an emergency situation?" Kurt asked. When David nodded, he continued. "This is my kit." He unzipped the repurposed carry-on suitcase and pulled out a large microfleece blanket.
Then, blanket in hand, Kurt zipped the case again, closing the trunk. "The backseat is comfortable when I have clothes on," he said. "I'm not so sure about its level of comfort when I don't." He climbed into the back of the SUV and pulled the tabs on the sides of the back seat, reclining it fully and spreading the blanket over it. "You coming in?" Kurt asked then. He leaned back out to grab David by the collar of his jacket, kissing him softly.
Dave climbed in after Kurt, trying to mind his knee without being obvious about it. It made him feel too-big and clumsy, but he shoved the feeling down and out of the way. Partly so he could avoid putting weight on his bad knee, he guided his boyfriend onto his back, settling half on him.
"Hi," Kurt murmured, gazing up at the other boy. He reached up and brushed a short, errant curl back into place, then allowed his hand to drift downward until he was cupping David's cheek. His lips quirking with the hint of a smile, he craned his neck upwards and nuzzled a kiss against his boyfriend's mouth.
"Hey..." Dave got to work on Kurt's coat, slipping the buttons out of their holes with one hand as he lowered his head to mouth at the side of his boyfriend's neck.
Kurt moaned softly and shrugged out of his coat while tilting his head to allow David more access to his neck. He pulled his scarf off and shoved both garments aside. His hands went to David's back, smoothing down either side along his spinal column before they found the hem of his hooded sweatshirt and tugged it upwards. He caught David's lips in another kiss, licking into the other boy's mouth, pulling back only long enough to divest David of his hoodie before kissing him again.
Dave made short work of Kurt's shirt before moving on to working his pants open with one hand. "Tell me what you want," he murmured, then bit down on Kurt's bottom lip, tugging gently.
Moaning again, Kurt clutched at David's back as the other boy's hand slipped into his pants. "You," he replied a little distractedly as David rubbed his stiffening erection through his briefs. "I want you." Then he swallowed, taking and releasing a deep, steadying breath. "I want more of what we did last weekend. I want to be naked with you. Touch you. As much of you as I can. I want... I want to learn what you like, what makes you feel good."
"You make me feel good." And, really, that was the simplest way to put it. He figured it was probably a little stupid to tell Kurt what he meant. That the dude was pretty much his entire world. Well, okay. Realistically, hockey and his mom and Rossman (and maybe the stupid cat) still factored in -- but Kurt was what made him happiest.
He pulled his hand out of the front of Kurt's pants so he could sit up, just long enough to pull his t-shirt off, then went for his belt.
Kurt stripped off his shirt, shivering a little as his nipples immediately hardened in the cool air. "Wait, hold on," he murmured, sitting up and pulling his undershirt over his head. "Let me turn the engine back on so we don't freeze." He kissed David again, then climbed over the center console long enough to turn the key in the ignition before returning to the backseat.
As soon as Kurt was within arm's reach again, Dave pulled him back to him, mouth attaching to the side of his neck as his hands moved to his hips, pulling his jeans and briefs down over the curve of his ass. His hands settled over the newly exposed skin, squeezing.
Straddling David's thighs, Kurt reached back and pulled off one shoe, than the other before pulling his boyfriend's mouth away from his neck so he could kiss him. "You're going to turn my neck into one giant hickey, you vampire," he murmured, licking his own lips, then sucking a kiss to David's lower one.
Dave laughed softly. "Eh. You like scarves." He pushed Kurt onto his back, pulling his jeans down his thighs and off, then his briefs. He looked down at his boyfriend's body, hands moving to smooth up the insides of his thighs. "You have no fucking clue how gorgeous you are, do you?" He asked quietly. It was selfish as fuck, but Dave liked that about him. He was pretty sure when Kurt did finally figure it out he'd leave.
Kurt arched under David's touch, throwing his head back. "I... what?" he asked, aware that his boyfriend had said something, but... He shook his head and reached for David. If it was something important, David would repeat himself.
"I said you," Dave let the fingers of his left hand move over the underside of Kurt's jaw before reaching down to stroke his cock, "have no clue how gorgeous you are." He kissed his boyfriend as he jerked him slowly, "Or what you do to me." He added absently, an afterthought.
"Oh," Kurt moaned softly. He spread his thighs further apart, thrusting upwards into David's grip, and shook his head. "No, I... God, I can't think when you're doing that," he laughed. He pulled David down to kiss him again, wetly.
"Want me to stop?" Dave asked, teasing.
Kurt sat up, biting back a whimper when David let go of his erection. He pushed at the other boy's shoulders until he was on his back, then tugged his jeans down and straddled his hips. "What do you think?" he asked, thrusting his cock slowly against his boyfriend's.
"I think," Dave grabbed the backs of Kurt's thighs, urging him to move up, "you should let me blow you." His hands slid up, cupping Kurt's ass and squeezing firmly before letting one hand drop away so he could dig a condom out of his front pocket.
Kurt kissed his boyfriend once more and then began to shuffle up his body on his knees. "I think I can handle that," he murmured. He caught David's chin with his fingers and, when the other boy looked up at him, ran his thumb over his lower lip.
Dave smiled crookedly, then licked the tip of Kurt's finger, hands meeting behind his boyfriend's back to tear open the condom wrapper. He pulled out the latex disc, dropping the wrapper onto the floor before he started rolling it down Kurt's dick.
As David rolled on the condom, Kurt let his eyes drift shut and his head drop back. The latex barrier only barely muted the warm, sure grip of his boyfriend's hand and, as David's hand fell away, Kurt met his eyes again. "Are you ready?" he asked quietly.
Dave laughed quietly, pulling Kurt the last little bit forward rather than answering so he could run his tongue over the head of his cock before taking him in his mouth.
Kurt let out a soft moan as he watched David wrap his lips around the tip of his erection. One hand drifted to David's hair and threaded through it as he tried to relax his tense thighs and let his boyfriend set the pace. As much as he wanted to just... shove forward between David's pink lips like he had last time, he knew that the position they were in would just lead to major pain on both of their parts. So he bit his lip, ran his other hand up his chest until his middle finger brushed over one of his nipples, and submitted to the warm suction of David's mouth.
Dave's hands kneaded his boyfriend's ass as he sucked him off, moaning roughly around Kurt's length. He didn't even have it in him to be embarrassed that he was practically humping the air, especially with the noises the other boy was making.
"God, David," Kurt murmured, thrusting shallowly into the other boy's mouth with gentle rolls of his hips. He couldn't take his eyes off his boyfriend's face, as much as he wanted to fling his head back, squeeze his eyes shut, and wail. His hand left his chest and groped for David's, lacing their fingers together.
Dave squeezed Kurt's hand, dragging the tip of his tongue over the underside of his cock as it pulled out of his mouth. He let go of the grip he had on his boyfriend's ass, hand sliding up, over his hip, then up to his chest. His thumb brushed lightly over one of Kurt's nipples before he tugged on it slightly and moved on to his neck. The pads of his fingers felt the flutter of the other boy's pulse briefly as they moved over the pale skin to his jaw, and then to his lips.
Kurt caught David's hand, pulling it to his mouth. He kissed the inside of his wrist softly, moving on to the fleshy joint of his thumb, then the palm, then his index and middle fingers, all the while still thrusting into his boyfriend's mouth. When he'd pressed a kiss to the pad of each finger, he gave David's index finger a little lick, then a broader one, and, when David let out a groan of encouragement, he sucked the finger into his mouth to the first knuckle, trying to mimic the movements of David's tongue.
Watching Kurt use his mouth like that was nearly enough to send him over the edge. His cock twitched heavily against his stomach at the very idea of what Kurt was imitating and he had to pull his hand away, moving it back to the other boy's ass.
"Ohgod," Kurt gasped as David's damp finger found the crease between his ass cheeks and traced it downward. He pitched forward and braced himself on his forearm to keep from choking his boyfriend, his head dropping down as he stared at the top of the other boy's head in aroused disbelief.
Dave took Kurt's reaction as the okay to keep going, so he did, finger moving down to his boyfriend's hole and circling it before rubbing against it as he swallowed around the head of Kurt's cock.
"David, I -- " Moaning, Kurt twisted his fingers into the blanket covering the back seat. "I'm gonna come," he muttered, his thighs twitching as David's throat gripped his erection and David's finger continued to rub. "I'm gonna come," he said again, feeling it build low in his gut, and again, "I'm gonna -- I -- " He squeezed David's hand in his and released into the condom with a low moan, just barely keeping from shoving deep into the other boy's throat as he did so.
Dave caught Kurt by the hips after he came, then shifted them onto their sides and stripped the condom off and tied it shut. He hesitated a second, then tossed it on the blanket, out of the way, because letting the cool air in from outside just seemed like too much of a pain in the ass at that moment.
Kurt shuffled down -- although given how boneless he felt at the moment, it was probably more like feeble flopping -- until he was face to face with his boyfriend. He reached out and touched David's face, then leaned in and kissed him. "You taste like condom," he said against David's mouth, huffing a soft laugh through his nose. He stroked his hand down from David's face to his shoulder, then his arm, finally resting on his hip. "Do you have another?" he asked hesitantly, his thumb rubbing the warm skin at David's waist.
"Another?" Dave asked, the question clicking just as he asked. "Oh. Uh, yeah." He almost told Kurt he didn't have to if he didn't want to but, fuck, they were past that, weren't they? He was pretty sure Kurt was perfectly aware that they'd only ever do shit if he was okay with it, and he liked to think his boyfriend was comfortable enough with him that he'd only offer to do shit he actually wanted to do. He reached down and dug into his pocket, pulling another condom out a second later.
"Thanks," Kurt said. He took the condom from David's hand, setting it aside long enough that he could pull the other boy's jeans and boxers further down his thighs. Then he picked up the condom again and tore it open, muttering, "Sombrero-side up," under his breath before pinching the tip and rolling it down David's straining erection. He felt a little proud of himself, having successfully put a condom on another person for the first time. But he shook the pride off as he reached for David's cock, jerking it once and licking his lips.
Dave watched Kurt's tongue, then pulled him into a kiss, partly because he liked doing it, but mostly to try and get the other boy to relax. He ran his hand down the length of Kurt's side and let it settle over his hip.
Kurt hummed into David's mouth, sucking lightly on his tongue. Then he pulled back. "I've been practicing," he said. "I went online and bought a few... props." He pressed a kiss to David's jaw, then his throat, sliding slowly down his body and dropping kisses here and there as he went. "You'll have to help me fine-tune my technique."
Dave almost laughed at Kurt's use of the word "technique." Because, yeah, he'd picked up some shit from the hours and hours he wasted watching porn -- but most of it was just sheer dumb fucking luck.Then the first bit of what Kurt had said clicked. "Wait -- you did what?" He figured as long as he didn't picture his boyfriend practicing he'd be fine. But as soon as Dave thought about not picturing it, he was picturing it. Vividly.
"I bought three dildos," Kurt replied matter-of-factly, kissing his way down David's abdomen. "Three different sizes -- small, medium and... almost as large as you." He paused long enough to remove a stray body hair from his lips before he continued toward his boyfriend's groin, then slid down to the floor between David's feet, sitting back on his haunches as he took David's cock in his hand again.
"It looks a lot more daunting when you're at eye level," he admitted, but, steeling his nerves, he leaned forward to lick delicately up the shaft with a pointed tongue. What was the worst that could happen? So what if he discovered he needed more practice? That was why he'd gone shopping in the first place. Licking again, more boldly, he murmured, "You'll have to tell me if I'm doing this right," before opening his mouth wide to take the tip inside and giving it an experimental suck.
"You bought..." Dave couldn't even finish the sentence. Just hearing Kurt say a word like "dildo" was... well, it was kind of funny, but it was also really fucking hot. He exhaled a shaky "oh my god" when he felt his boyfriend's mouth on him for the first time, one hand drifting down to thread his fingers in Kurt's hair.
"Mm-hmm," Kurt hummed. He bobbed his head a little, flattening his tongue against the underside of his boyfriend's shaft and wrapping his hand around the base. It was different, sucking an actual cock as opposed to a rubber one. David was wider than any of the toys he'd purchased, and Kurt had to concentrate harder to cover his teeth. And no dildo could ever make the noises that David was making. Kurt placed his other hand high on his boyfriend's leg, rubbing his thumb against his inner thigh.
The gentle vibration Kurt's reply sent through his cock nearly had him letting his head bang back against the floor of the car. Dave tried to focus on the soft sensation of Kurt's thumb against his skin as a distraction, but it didn't work for long. He flexed his thigh slightly, just enough to send a fleeting twinge of pain through his knee. It worked like a charm and he sighed shakily, fingers tightening in Kurt's hair for a brief moment before relaxing again.
Kurt's hand slid further up David's thigh until his thumb was rubbing the crease between the other boy's thigh and groin. He pulled up until he was sucking on just the tip of David's erection, the hand on David's shaft stroking toward his mouth with a twisting motion. He released his boyfriend's cock long enough to lick his lips again, then took it back in, bobbing down onto as much as was comfortable.
Kurt's eyes roamed David's torso, taking in the rapid expansion and contraction of his abdomen as he panted, the way it moved when he shifted. His own cock was filling once again, hanging heavy between his spread thighs, and he moaned softly around David as he shuffled his knees slightly further apart. He wanted to reach down, stroke himself to full hardness again, but he couldn't bear to move his hands away from his boyfriend.
Dave's cock twitched heavily in Kurt's grip. He'd been alternating between watching his boyfriend and closing his eyes because, honestly, watching him was almost too much. He pulled his fingers from Kurt's hair and slid his hand down to rest at the back of his neck, a low groan getting stuck at the back of his throat when the other boy moaned around his cock.
"Are you close?" Kurt murmured, licking his lips again as he began to jerk David off to give his mouth a rest. "Because I have TMJ, and..." he trailed off, bending to kiss David's inner thigh, close to where his hand was resting. "I want to watch you come," he said, returning his mouth to the head of David's cock. He dragged his tongue across the latex-covered slit. "I want to watch you," he said again.
Dave had been about to tense his thigh again when Kurt spoke. It was kind of embarrassing, how quickly (and how often) he found himself having to calm himself the hell down, but with the opening there (and fuck, it was hot hearing his boyfriend say shit like that), Dave gladly took it. He nodded jerkily. "Y-Yeah. Close," he mumbled, hips twitching upward a fraction. And, yeah, "close" might have been a slight understatement, because watching Kurt run his tongue over the head of his cock pushed him right over from "close" to "right fucking now."
Kurt sat back on his haunches as David let out a guttural groan, his hips thrusting instinctively in the open air as he continued stroking David until his hips had stopped twitching and the other boy reached down and stilled his hand. Normally, Kurt reflected, David was a cuddly shade of handsome. When he came, however, David was... "Gorgeous," he murmured. He slipped off the condom and tied it off, tucking it off to the side with the first one, then climbed up onto the seat to kiss his boyfriend.
When Dave's head cleared enough for the word to make sense, he broke the kiss, biting Kurt's bottom lip gently. He barely managed to keep himself from challenging the compliment, but he remembered hearing something about self-deprecation being completely not appealing (or maybe that was just common sense), so he settled for laughing quietly, shaking his head a little as he pulled Kurt into his lap.
* * *
"I don't think Finn will be a problem anymore," Kurt murmured, playing with David's fingers. They were mostly dressed again, sitting upright in the rearranged backseat. He let out a soft laugh. "I walked in on him with an overnight guest this morning."
"Who's he boning now?" Dave snorted quietly, stilling Kurt's hand so he could lace their fingers together.
"Still Santana," Kurt replied. He turned their hands over so he could rub his thumb over David's knuckles. "Surprisingly she hasn't moved on yet." He leaned into his boyfriend's side and kissed the underside of his jaw softly.
"Weird. For her, I mean." Dave turned his head so he could pull Kurt in for a kiss. "Today was awesome. Thanks."
"It was." Kurt turned to face his boyfriend, draping a leg over David's thighs. He grabbed him for another kiss, then murmured against his mouth, "We should get some dinner before I take you home."
"We should," Dave agreed without really paying attention to what Kurt was actually saying, kissing him again. When the statement filtered through, he broke the kiss and laughed quietly. "Sorry. Sorry, yeah. Food sounds good."
"Where do you want to go?" Kurt asked. He nuzzled David's cheek, waiting for his response.
"Other than down on you?" Dave grinned.
"But I just put my pants back on," Kurt deadpanned. He managed to keep a straight face for a full second, then burst out laughing. "I'm serious. Restaurant, David. Pick one." David had made him come twice, and Kurt was starving. He blushed a little at the thought.
"Wanna go to BJ's?" Dave asked, "I do."
"David."
"What?" Dave laughed. "BJ's Brewhouse, babe. I'm not fucking with you." He snorted. "Okay, I am, but seriously. They have good food."
"You get to be my GPS, then," Kurt said. He kissed David one last time, then moved away. "I have no idea how to get there."
"Want me to drive? I promise I won't kill us."
"You'd better not." Kurt slipped his shoes on and straightened his scarf, then opened the back door to get out. "I trust you with my baby."
"Don't worry," Dave grinned, "I passed my test on the fifth try." He followed Kurt, fixing his shoe as he stepped out of the SUV. At the look Kurt shot him, he laughed. "I'm kidding. I passed on my first try. Flying fuckin' colors."
"You take good care of her," Kurt said. He grabbed the front of David's hoodie and tugged him in for another kiss. "After what Mercedes did to her last year, I freak out over every little ding in the door."
Dave had actually forgotten about that, but when it'd happened everyone had heard about it. "Don't worry. I'm not gonna go all Bam on your car."
"I don't want to know," Kurt replied. "It will just cause automotive anxiety." He kissed David on the cheek and then released him to walk around to the passenger side, climbing in.
Dave went around to the driver's side and got in, "...so I probably shouldn't tell you about the episode where they put fish in Vito's car, huh?"
"Just drive the damn car, David," Kurt replied.
Dave bit back a grin as he pulled the car out of park and started driving, "So bossy; jeez. Just for that, I'm gonna tell you. In detail. But not, like, actual detail. I'm gonna ramble about a bunch of weird shit that doesn't matter, like what shoes Ryan Dunn was wearing and the rust spot on Vito's bumper." Of course, that was ridiculous, because hell if he remembered what anyone on that show was wearing when he could barely remember what he wore a few days ago.
Kurt raised an eyebrow at his boyfriend, then shrugged. "That's fine," he replied. He pulled out his phone and popped open the glove compartment to retrieve his ear buds.
Dave grabbed the headphones the second Kurt had them in his hands and tossed them into the backseat. "Oh no! How'd that happen? God, I'm so clumsy. Oh well. Guess you'll just have to listen to me now."
"You'd think that," Kurt said, "but you'd be wrong." Grinning, he pulled out a second pair of headphones, this time keeping them out of David's reach.
"...why do you have multiple pairs of headphones in your car?"
"Ear buds break easily," Kurt replied.
* * *
When they pulled up in front of Dave's house, the floodlights on the garage clicked on. A cat that wasn't Cat was sitting by one of the planters at the end of the drive, staring up at Dave's window, where Cat was staring back.
"I can't tell if they're glaring or flirting..."
"Is she fixed?" Kurt asked. "Because otherwise, you'll know whether or not they were flirting in about two months."
"Yeah, she's fixed. He's obviously not, though." Dave snickered, "Lookit his balls, man." The cat in Dave's driveway was big. He didn't have a collar, but he didn't look homeless, either. It meowed loudly up at Cat, and she turned and jumped off of Dave's bed, ignoring the cry.
"Guess she's not interested," Kurt said. He unbuckled and climbed over the center console, intent on kissing David goodnight.
"Eh, I bet she's just pretending." Dave undid his seat belt and shifted as Kurt moved over to his side.
"I'm glad you enjoyed our date more than your cat enjoyed hers," Kurt murmured, kissing David.
"I just like being with you." Dave nearly snorted at how completely cheesy it sounded, but it was true.
Kurt smiled fondly, cupping David's cheek and kissing him again. "You're sweet," he said.
"Remember that the next time I piss you right the fuck off, 'kay?"
"But you like it when I drive over to your house to yell at you."
"That's true. Well then, maybe you can try and remember after you get here. That way you're here and I'm not getting hit." Dave nodded slightly to himself. "Yeah. I like this plan." He kissed Kurt again, then smiled apologetically. "I'd ask you to come in, but my mom might still be having a shit fit."
"Yeah, okay," Kurt said, hugging David firmly and then moving back to the driver's seat. "I'll IM you when I get home."
"Cool, I'll be on." Dave got out after leaning over for another kiss, then headed up the walk, pulling his keys out at he went. The would-be suitor darted off into the bushes when Dave got too close for comfort. He got the front door open, then quickly slammed it shut, not even bothering to lock it again as he turned and walked right back down to the curb.
Kurt had just put the car in gear when the passenger door suddenly opened and David climbed back inside. He put it back in park and turned to face him, his brow immediately knitting in concern. "What -- "
"I'm never going back in there." Dave cut him off, shaking his head to try and dislodge what he'd seen as he fastened his seat belt.
"David, what -- "
"Never going back in there." Dave shuddered. "Dude. She has hooker panties. And I saw them." He dragged his hands over his face. "Ahhh god, man. I think I saw part of her boob."
Kurt grimaced in sympathy. "We'll go to my house," he said. "You can spend the night."
"Mom."
" -- would look nice, and I don't -- "
"Mom." Dave ran a hand over his face as his mom kept right on talking.
" -- see what the big -- "
"Mom!"
"...Yeah?"
"That's not salmon. Salmon is a fish. That shit's pink."
"Wrong. Yes, it is a fish as well. And so what?"
"I'm a dude." Dave replied, getting out of the computer chair to take his mom by the shoulders. He looked down at her and sighed, "Dudes do not wear pink. I'm dressed. End of story."
"I've seen plenty of 'dudes' wear pink. Hell, your dad has a pink tie."
"Mom? You bought him that tie. He wears it so you won't bitch at him for not wearing the shit you get for him."
"I would never -- " At the look Dave was giving her, she redirected, "Okay. Point taken."
"Awesome. Now, not trying to be rude, but get out." Dave kissed her on the forehead, then turned her and gave her a gentle push toward the door before she could argue.
At his house, Kurt was standing over his bed, looking down at three different long-sleeved shirts. It was sort of cold in his room, and he folded his arms across his tee shirt-clad chest, rubbing his upper arms vigorously with his hands. He stared at the shirts, willing one of them to choose itself and leap onto his body.
Then he sighed and scooped all three up, marching upstairs and knocking on Finn's slightly ajar bedroom door. "Finn?" he asked, the door opening wider as a result of his knocks. "I need you to help me to -- "
There was a muffled squawk, a thump, and a flash of long, dark hair and entirely too much skin as Finn rolled his overnight guest off the bed with him. Kurt smirked.
Twenty minutes later, Kurt's SUV rolled to a stop in front of the Karofsky residence. He got out and headed up the driveway, noting absently that there was a scuff on the toe of his right shoe. The door opened before he'd reached the front porch, and David stepped out to greet him.
"We should go. Like, now." Dave grinned, but didn't look all that amused. He closed the front door behind him right as someone started shouting.
"What's wrong?" Kurt asked, leaning up to brush a kiss against David's cheek before turning and heading back down the driveway.
"So, my mom asked my dad if he only wore what she bought him so she wouldn't feel bad, and he fucking told her the truth. Then she was all, 'oh don't feel obligated,' and he told her she was scary so he did feel obligated. So she flipped shit at him." He shrugged. "It's fine. One of them always loses it on the other like every six months. Usually my mom. Then they get over it and have crazy loud make up sex. It's completely wrong."
"Oh, ew," Kurt murmured. "I have never been more appreciative of the fact that I live in the basement. The relatively sound-proof basement." He walked around his car to the driver's side. "I moved the seat back for you, in case you need to stretch your leg."
Dave didn't mean to look so relieved. It just sort of happened. "Thanks, babe." He replied as he got in, shutting the door behind him. "So. Gonna tell me where we're going?"
Kurt thought about it for a moment. There was a chance that David wouldn't want to go, not given the recent past, and his knee, and... "Yeah." He pulled an envelope out of his jacket pocket and handed it over to his boyfriend.
"Oh, I -- babe, I was only kidding. If you want to surprise me, it's cool." Dave glanced down at the envelope, but didn't open it.
"No, I want you to open it," Kurt replied, shaking his head and turning in the driver's seat to face the other boy. "You might not want to do it, and I've got a backup plan just in case. Please open the envelope, David."
"Sure, okay." He laughed quietly as he pulled the flap up and pulled out -- Dave grinned and glanced up, "Babe. Do you even like hockey?"
"I've been watching clips on YouTube, and I nearly sat through an entire game the other day," Kurt admitted. "The important thing is that you like hockey. And maybe you can teach me more about it at the game. Dad's into baseball, and Finn's into football. Neither of them are any help."
"Yeah. Yeah, I'll teach you. Whatever you want." Dave leaned across the center console to pull Kurt into a kiss, then smiled against his boyfriend's mouth. "But, I gotta say. You shoulda held out on telling me, at least until we were on the highway. Woulda bribed you with road head."
"You realize I probably would've killed us both if you'd tried," Kurt replied, nuzzling in for another kiss.
"Nice way to go out though." Dave bit down on Kurt's bottom lip gently.
Kurt nodded and kissed his boyfriend again. "But the backseat has more room for that sort of thing," he said. "I can't drive and lie down in the backseat at the same time." He cupped David's cheek and murmured against his mouth, "Did I mention that it folds down?"
Dave had to force himself to pull back, but only a little. "We should go. Or else we're gonna miss the game 'cause we were too busy fucking around in the back."
"We can always pick this up again after the game," Kurt said. "We should get to Cincinnati with time to grab lunch before we have to go to the arena."
"I ever tell you you're fucking awesome?" Dave kissed him again before moving back to buckle himself in, grunting softly as he stretched his bad leg out slowly. He couldn't help but feel like a fucking ninety year old, for a moment.
"You alright?" Kurt asked, frowning. He reached blindly for his seat belt, his eyes on David's knee. It was obviously hurting again... but for how long? And why hadn't David said anything?
"Oh, yeah. Fine, babe." Dave lied, "My leg's just stiff is all."
The drive to Cincinnati was fairly quiet, the silence only broken by short bursts of conversation -- most of which Kurt started -- and then the radio, about an hour in. Kurt fretted mutely about David's knee the entire way, only taking his mind off of it when he pulled into a parking garage near the Cyclones' arena. He shut off the engine, stowed the parking garage ticket on the dashboard, and turned to his boyfriend.
"We have about an hour before the game starts, and we're surrounded by restaurants. Any preferences?" he asked, pulling out his iPhone and preparing to search for nearby eateries.
Dave felt bad for being so quiet the whole drive over; it wasn't that he couldn't find anything to talk about or anything. His knee was just bothering him, and he knew it was probably nothing, so why bother anyone with it? He pulled himself out of his head.
"An hour? Wanna see if there's a Subway around here? There's gotta be."
Kurt nodded. "Yeah, okay. You've still got the tickets, right?" He unbuckled his seat belt and leaned across the center console, kissing David briefly in an attempt to distract himself from worrying about him.
"Oh, we needed those?" Dave teased, pulling Kurt into a deeper kiss when he started to pull away.
"Well," Kurt murmured against David's lips after a moment, "if you don't want to go to the game, we could stay in the car. But we didn't have to leave Lima to make out in the back of my Escalade."
"No, no. I wanna go. Really. You're just distracting, is all." Dave replied, pulling the tickets out to prove that he had not, in fact lost them.
Kurt's stomach growled and he grinned. "Let's go eat. I'll distract you more, later."
After Dave had explained the basics of what was happening (and Kurt got used to the guy behind them getting up to yell loudly every few minutes), it seemed like his boyfriend was actually... enjoying himself. Which was pretty fucking awesome. It meant they could go to more games. Not that Dave thought Kurt wouldn't go, otherwise. But now he wouldn't have to feel bad about his boyfriend being bored to death.
"That was fun!" Kurt exclaimed as they left the arena, surprised that he'd enjoyed the game as much as he had. It was gladiatorial in a way that other sports weren't -- especially when the fighting had broken out. "I honestly didn't think I'd like it that much." He pulled his coat around himself as they pushed through the doors, one hand adjusting his scarf. "We should do this again," he said, grinning at David.
"Dude, I can't believe we got to see an out and out fight on your first game. Shit was awesome." Dave put an arm around Kurt's shoulders to help guide him through the throng. "Sorry about that fucking guy. People get into it." He shrugged, "And he was probably a little drunk."
"He was definitely drunk. But it's okay," Kurt replied as he leaned against David’s side. "He was enjoying himself. And he only startled me the first time he got up and screamed." He smirked. "Besides, I'm not the one he spilled his beer on. Too bad about that woman's coat."
Dave snorted. "You see the look on her face? I thought she was gonna kill the dude." When someone walking by them shoulder checked Dave, most likely accidentally, he pulled a face. "Excuse you." The man threw a half-hearted "my bad" over his shoulder, but didn't even bother to look back to say it.
"You okay?" Kurt murmured. He wrapped his arm around David's waist and changed his pace so he walked in step with David. "I can go beat him up if you want."
Dave laughed. "My hero." But, now that he thought about it, it would be pretty hilarious or potentially awesome to see Kurt just flip shit on someone.
"Gotta protect my man," Kurt said, grinning.
When they got to Kurt's SUV, Dave pulled his boyfriend along with him to the passenger side, then pressed him against the door. One hand slid over the curve of his neck as he leaned in to kiss Kurt. "Thanks for today." He murmured against the other boy's lips.
Kurt smiled into the kiss and wrapped his arms around David's waist. "You're welcome." He shuffled his feet until they spread slightly, then pulled his boyfriend closer. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. At the risk of sounding cheesy, I wanted today to be as special for you as last Saturday was for me."
"It totally was." He leaned in again, lips brushing against Kurt's as his thumb brushed over the arch of his brow. "But don't worry about, you know, doing this kinda shit all the time." He grinned. "KFC and movies I've never heard of totally works for me."
"Oh, thank God," Kurt sighed. "I didn't want to say anything, but I wasn't sure how many dates like this my bank account could have taken." He pressed a kiss just to the right of David's lips. "Maybe once in awhile, though. Just often enough to keep our friends insanely jealous of us. The glee girls all hate their boyfriends a little because I told them about our last date."
Dave laughed, "Rossman's gonna be so jealous, don't worry."
"I'm not worried," Kurt murmured, kissing slowly down David's neck. "Too distracted by my hot boyfriend to be worried. Want to get out of here?"
Dave nodded, groaning quietly. "Yeah. Yeah, I really fucking do..."
Kurt was extremely relieved to discover that the Ohio State Police weren't patrolling the highway that day. He made it back to the outskirts of Lima about a half-hour sooner than he should've, apologizing to his car the whole way. "Want to be excruciatingly stereotypical?" he asked as they neared a secluded side road. "We could go parking."
Dave glanced at the road and grinned. "Sometimes being a little stereotypical is okay."
"We won't even be trespassing," Kurt said. "Dad bought this plot a few years ago because he wanted to build a house in the woods. That never went past the planning stages, though." He put on his blinker and turned down the dirt road, driving a few hundred yards until he reached a small clearing.
"Think he'll ever do anything with it?"
"I don't know," Kurt said. "He keeps talking about a bigger house where Finn doesn't have to live in the attic and I don't have to live in the basement, but I think Carole likes living in town." He cut the engine and pulled off his seat belt. "There aren't any houses for sale in your neighborhood, are there?" he asked, grinning.
Dave laughed. "Might be. I can always ask my mom if you actually want me to. I thought you liked living in your basement, though."
"Oh, I do. It's taken me years to create the perfect living environment down there. But if we're going to move, I'd rather not live further from you than I already do." Kurt smiled mischievously. "I'd miss your psycho cat."
"I think she's starting to hate you less. She didn't even try to bite you last time you came over. Flat out ignoring's better than biting, right?"
"My shins certainly think so," Kurt said. He opened the door and slipped out, moving to the rear of the SUV to pull out his large emergency kit.
Dave got out and followed Kurt around to the back. "...what's that?"
"You know how they always recommend that drivers carry first aid, blankets, bottled water, and any other items necessary to survive an emergency situation?" Kurt asked. When David nodded, he continued. "This is my kit." He unzipped the repurposed carry-on suitcase and pulled out a large microfleece blanket.
Then, blanket in hand, Kurt zipped the case again, closing the trunk. "The backseat is comfortable when I have clothes on," he said. "I'm not so sure about its level of comfort when I don't." He climbed into the back of the SUV and pulled the tabs on the sides of the back seat, reclining it fully and spreading the blanket over it. "You coming in?" Kurt asked then. He leaned back out to grab David by the collar of his jacket, kissing him softly.
Dave climbed in after Kurt, trying to mind his knee without being obvious about it. It made him feel too-big and clumsy, but he shoved the feeling down and out of the way. Partly so he could avoid putting weight on his bad knee, he guided his boyfriend onto his back, settling half on him.
"Hi," Kurt murmured, gazing up at the other boy. He reached up and brushed a short, errant curl back into place, then allowed his hand to drift downward until he was cupping David's cheek. His lips quirking with the hint of a smile, he craned his neck upwards and nuzzled a kiss against his boyfriend's mouth.
"Hey..." Dave got to work on Kurt's coat, slipping the buttons out of their holes with one hand as he lowered his head to mouth at the side of his boyfriend's neck.
Kurt moaned softly and shrugged out of his coat while tilting his head to allow David more access to his neck. He pulled his scarf off and shoved both garments aside. His hands went to David's back, smoothing down either side along his spinal column before they found the hem of his hooded sweatshirt and tugged it upwards. He caught David's lips in another kiss, licking into the other boy's mouth, pulling back only long enough to divest David of his hoodie before kissing him again.
Dave made short work of Kurt's shirt before moving on to working his pants open with one hand. "Tell me what you want," he murmured, then bit down on Kurt's bottom lip, tugging gently.
Moaning again, Kurt clutched at David's back as the other boy's hand slipped into his pants. "You," he replied a little distractedly as David rubbed his stiffening erection through his briefs. "I want you." Then he swallowed, taking and releasing a deep, steadying breath. "I want more of what we did last weekend. I want to be naked with you. Touch you. As much of you as I can. I want... I want to learn what you like, what makes you feel good."
"You make me feel good." And, really, that was the simplest way to put it. He figured it was probably a little stupid to tell Kurt what he meant. That the dude was pretty much his entire world. Well, okay. Realistically, hockey and his mom and Rossman (and maybe the stupid cat) still factored in -- but Kurt was what made him happiest.
He pulled his hand out of the front of Kurt's pants so he could sit up, just long enough to pull his t-shirt off, then went for his belt.
Kurt stripped off his shirt, shivering a little as his nipples immediately hardened in the cool air. "Wait, hold on," he murmured, sitting up and pulling his undershirt over his head. "Let me turn the engine back on so we don't freeze." He kissed David again, then climbed over the center console long enough to turn the key in the ignition before returning to the backseat.
As soon as Kurt was within arm's reach again, Dave pulled him back to him, mouth attaching to the side of his neck as his hands moved to his hips, pulling his jeans and briefs down over the curve of his ass. His hands settled over the newly exposed skin, squeezing.
Straddling David's thighs, Kurt reached back and pulled off one shoe, than the other before pulling his boyfriend's mouth away from his neck so he could kiss him. "You're going to turn my neck into one giant hickey, you vampire," he murmured, licking his own lips, then sucking a kiss to David's lower one.
Dave laughed softly. "Eh. You like scarves." He pushed Kurt onto his back, pulling his jeans down his thighs and off, then his briefs. He looked down at his boyfriend's body, hands moving to smooth up the insides of his thighs. "You have no fucking clue how gorgeous you are, do you?" He asked quietly. It was selfish as fuck, but Dave liked that about him. He was pretty sure when Kurt did finally figure it out he'd leave.
Kurt arched under David's touch, throwing his head back. "I... what?" he asked, aware that his boyfriend had said something, but... He shook his head and reached for David. If it was something important, David would repeat himself.
"I said you," Dave let the fingers of his left hand move over the underside of Kurt's jaw before reaching down to stroke his cock, "have no clue how gorgeous you are." He kissed his boyfriend as he jerked him slowly, "Or what you do to me." He added absently, an afterthought.
"Oh," Kurt moaned softly. He spread his thighs further apart, thrusting upwards into David's grip, and shook his head. "No, I... God, I can't think when you're doing that," he laughed. He pulled David down to kiss him again, wetly.
"Want me to stop?" Dave asked, teasing.
Kurt sat up, biting back a whimper when David let go of his erection. He pushed at the other boy's shoulders until he was on his back, then tugged his jeans down and straddled his hips. "What do you think?" he asked, thrusting his cock slowly against his boyfriend's.
"I think," Dave grabbed the backs of Kurt's thighs, urging him to move up, "you should let me blow you." His hands slid up, cupping Kurt's ass and squeezing firmly before letting one hand drop away so he could dig a condom out of his front pocket.
Kurt kissed his boyfriend once more and then began to shuffle up his body on his knees. "I think I can handle that," he murmured. He caught David's chin with his fingers and, when the other boy looked up at him, ran his thumb over his lower lip.
Dave smiled crookedly, then licked the tip of Kurt's finger, hands meeting behind his boyfriend's back to tear open the condom wrapper. He pulled out the latex disc, dropping the wrapper onto the floor before he started rolling it down Kurt's dick.
As David rolled on the condom, Kurt let his eyes drift shut and his head drop back. The latex barrier only barely muted the warm, sure grip of his boyfriend's hand and, as David's hand fell away, Kurt met his eyes again. "Are you ready?" he asked quietly.
Dave laughed quietly, pulling Kurt the last little bit forward rather than answering so he could run his tongue over the head of his cock before taking him in his mouth.
Kurt let out a soft moan as he watched David wrap his lips around the tip of his erection. One hand drifted to David's hair and threaded through it as he tried to relax his tense thighs and let his boyfriend set the pace. As much as he wanted to just... shove forward between David's pink lips like he had last time, he knew that the position they were in would just lead to major pain on both of their parts. So he bit his lip, ran his other hand up his chest until his middle finger brushed over one of his nipples, and submitted to the warm suction of David's mouth.
Dave's hands kneaded his boyfriend's ass as he sucked him off, moaning roughly around Kurt's length. He didn't even have it in him to be embarrassed that he was practically humping the air, especially with the noises the other boy was making.
"God, David," Kurt murmured, thrusting shallowly into the other boy's mouth with gentle rolls of his hips. He couldn't take his eyes off his boyfriend's face, as much as he wanted to fling his head back, squeeze his eyes shut, and wail. His hand left his chest and groped for David's, lacing their fingers together.
Dave squeezed Kurt's hand, dragging the tip of his tongue over the underside of his cock as it pulled out of his mouth. He let go of the grip he had on his boyfriend's ass, hand sliding up, over his hip, then up to his chest. His thumb brushed lightly over one of Kurt's nipples before he tugged on it slightly and moved on to his neck. The pads of his fingers felt the flutter of the other boy's pulse briefly as they moved over the pale skin to his jaw, and then to his lips.
Kurt caught David's hand, pulling it to his mouth. He kissed the inside of his wrist softly, moving on to the fleshy joint of his thumb, then the palm, then his index and middle fingers, all the while still thrusting into his boyfriend's mouth. When he'd pressed a kiss to the pad of each finger, he gave David's index finger a little lick, then a broader one, and, when David let out a groan of encouragement, he sucked the finger into his mouth to the first knuckle, trying to mimic the movements of David's tongue.
Watching Kurt use his mouth like that was nearly enough to send him over the edge. His cock twitched heavily against his stomach at the very idea of what Kurt was imitating and he had to pull his hand away, moving it back to the other boy's ass.
"Ohgod," Kurt gasped as David's damp finger found the crease between his ass cheeks and traced it downward. He pitched forward and braced himself on his forearm to keep from choking his boyfriend, his head dropping down as he stared at the top of the other boy's head in aroused disbelief.
Dave took Kurt's reaction as the okay to keep going, so he did, finger moving down to his boyfriend's hole and circling it before rubbing against it as he swallowed around the head of Kurt's cock.
"David, I -- " Moaning, Kurt twisted his fingers into the blanket covering the back seat. "I'm gonna come," he muttered, his thighs twitching as David's throat gripped his erection and David's finger continued to rub. "I'm gonna come," he said again, feeling it build low in his gut, and again, "I'm gonna -- I -- " He squeezed David's hand in his and released into the condom with a low moan, just barely keeping from shoving deep into the other boy's throat as he did so.
Dave caught Kurt by the hips after he came, then shifted them onto their sides and stripped the condom off and tied it shut. He hesitated a second, then tossed it on the blanket, out of the way, because letting the cool air in from outside just seemed like too much of a pain in the ass at that moment.
Kurt shuffled down -- although given how boneless he felt at the moment, it was probably more like feeble flopping -- until he was face to face with his boyfriend. He reached out and touched David's face, then leaned in and kissed him. "You taste like condom," he said against David's mouth, huffing a soft laugh through his nose. He stroked his hand down from David's face to his shoulder, then his arm, finally resting on his hip. "Do you have another?" he asked hesitantly, his thumb rubbing the warm skin at David's waist.
"Another?" Dave asked, the question clicking just as he asked. "Oh. Uh, yeah." He almost told Kurt he didn't have to if he didn't want to but, fuck, they were past that, weren't they? He was pretty sure Kurt was perfectly aware that they'd only ever do shit if he was okay with it, and he liked to think his boyfriend was comfortable enough with him that he'd only offer to do shit he actually wanted to do. He reached down and dug into his pocket, pulling another condom out a second later.
"Thanks," Kurt said. He took the condom from David's hand, setting it aside long enough that he could pull the other boy's jeans and boxers further down his thighs. Then he picked up the condom again and tore it open, muttering, "Sombrero-side up," under his breath before pinching the tip and rolling it down David's straining erection. He felt a little proud of himself, having successfully put a condom on another person for the first time. But he shook the pride off as he reached for David's cock, jerking it once and licking his lips.
Dave watched Kurt's tongue, then pulled him into a kiss, partly because he liked doing it, but mostly to try and get the other boy to relax. He ran his hand down the length of Kurt's side and let it settle over his hip.
Kurt hummed into David's mouth, sucking lightly on his tongue. Then he pulled back. "I've been practicing," he said. "I went online and bought a few... props." He pressed a kiss to David's jaw, then his throat, sliding slowly down his body and dropping kisses here and there as he went. "You'll have to help me fine-tune my technique."
Dave almost laughed at Kurt's use of the word "technique." Because, yeah, he'd picked up some shit from the hours and hours he wasted watching porn -- but most of it was just sheer dumb fucking luck.Then the first bit of what Kurt had said clicked. "Wait -- you did what?" He figured as long as he didn't picture his boyfriend practicing he'd be fine. But as soon as Dave thought about not picturing it, he was picturing it. Vividly.
"I bought three dildos," Kurt replied matter-of-factly, kissing his way down David's abdomen. "Three different sizes -- small, medium and... almost as large as you." He paused long enough to remove a stray body hair from his lips before he continued toward his boyfriend's groin, then slid down to the floor between David's feet, sitting back on his haunches as he took David's cock in his hand again.
"It looks a lot more daunting when you're at eye level," he admitted, but, steeling his nerves, he leaned forward to lick delicately up the shaft with a pointed tongue. What was the worst that could happen? So what if he discovered he needed more practice? That was why he'd gone shopping in the first place. Licking again, more boldly, he murmured, "You'll have to tell me if I'm doing this right," before opening his mouth wide to take the tip inside and giving it an experimental suck.
"You bought..." Dave couldn't even finish the sentence. Just hearing Kurt say a word like "dildo" was... well, it was kind of funny, but it was also really fucking hot. He exhaled a shaky "oh my god" when he felt his boyfriend's mouth on him for the first time, one hand drifting down to thread his fingers in Kurt's hair.
"Mm-hmm," Kurt hummed. He bobbed his head a little, flattening his tongue against the underside of his boyfriend's shaft and wrapping his hand around the base. It was different, sucking an actual cock as opposed to a rubber one. David was wider than any of the toys he'd purchased, and Kurt had to concentrate harder to cover his teeth. And no dildo could ever make the noises that David was making. Kurt placed his other hand high on his boyfriend's leg, rubbing his thumb against his inner thigh.
The gentle vibration Kurt's reply sent through his cock nearly had him letting his head bang back against the floor of the car. Dave tried to focus on the soft sensation of Kurt's thumb against his skin as a distraction, but it didn't work for long. He flexed his thigh slightly, just enough to send a fleeting twinge of pain through his knee. It worked like a charm and he sighed shakily, fingers tightening in Kurt's hair for a brief moment before relaxing again.
Kurt's hand slid further up David's thigh until his thumb was rubbing the crease between the other boy's thigh and groin. He pulled up until he was sucking on just the tip of David's erection, the hand on David's shaft stroking toward his mouth with a twisting motion. He released his boyfriend's cock long enough to lick his lips again, then took it back in, bobbing down onto as much as was comfortable.
Kurt's eyes roamed David's torso, taking in the rapid expansion and contraction of his abdomen as he panted, the way it moved when he shifted. His own cock was filling once again, hanging heavy between his spread thighs, and he moaned softly around David as he shuffled his knees slightly further apart. He wanted to reach down, stroke himself to full hardness again, but he couldn't bear to move his hands away from his boyfriend.
Dave's cock twitched heavily in Kurt's grip. He'd been alternating between watching his boyfriend and closing his eyes because, honestly, watching him was almost too much. He pulled his fingers from Kurt's hair and slid his hand down to rest at the back of his neck, a low groan getting stuck at the back of his throat when the other boy moaned around his cock.
"Are you close?" Kurt murmured, licking his lips again as he began to jerk David off to give his mouth a rest. "Because I have TMJ, and..." he trailed off, bending to kiss David's inner thigh, close to where his hand was resting. "I want to watch you come," he said, returning his mouth to the head of David's cock. He dragged his tongue across the latex-covered slit. "I want to watch you," he said again.
Dave had been about to tense his thigh again when Kurt spoke. It was kind of embarrassing, how quickly (and how often) he found himself having to calm himself the hell down, but with the opening there (and fuck, it was hot hearing his boyfriend say shit like that), Dave gladly took it. He nodded jerkily. "Y-Yeah. Close," he mumbled, hips twitching upward a fraction. And, yeah, "close" might have been a slight understatement, because watching Kurt run his tongue over the head of his cock pushed him right over from "close" to "right fucking now."
Kurt sat back on his haunches as David let out a guttural groan, his hips thrusting instinctively in the open air as he continued stroking David until his hips had stopped twitching and the other boy reached down and stilled his hand. Normally, Kurt reflected, David was a cuddly shade of handsome. When he came, however, David was... "Gorgeous," he murmured. He slipped off the condom and tied it off, tucking it off to the side with the first one, then climbed up onto the seat to kiss his boyfriend.
When Dave's head cleared enough for the word to make sense, he broke the kiss, biting Kurt's bottom lip gently. He barely managed to keep himself from challenging the compliment, but he remembered hearing something about self-deprecation being completely not appealing (or maybe that was just common sense), so he settled for laughing quietly, shaking his head a little as he pulled Kurt into his lap.
"I don't think Finn will be a problem anymore," Kurt murmured, playing with David's fingers. They were mostly dressed again, sitting upright in the rearranged backseat. He let out a soft laugh. "I walked in on him with an overnight guest this morning."
"Who's he boning now?" Dave snorted quietly, stilling Kurt's hand so he could lace their fingers together.
"Still Santana," Kurt replied. He turned their hands over so he could rub his thumb over David's knuckles. "Surprisingly she hasn't moved on yet." He leaned into his boyfriend's side and kissed the underside of his jaw softly.
"Weird. For her, I mean." Dave turned his head so he could pull Kurt in for a kiss. "Today was awesome. Thanks."
"It was." Kurt turned to face his boyfriend, draping a leg over David's thighs. He grabbed him for another kiss, then murmured against his mouth, "We should get some dinner before I take you home."
"We should," Dave agreed without really paying attention to what Kurt was actually saying, kissing him again. When the statement filtered through, he broke the kiss and laughed quietly. "Sorry. Sorry, yeah. Food sounds good."
"Where do you want to go?" Kurt asked. He nuzzled David's cheek, waiting for his response.
"Other than down on you?" Dave grinned.
"But I just put my pants back on," Kurt deadpanned. He managed to keep a straight face for a full second, then burst out laughing. "I'm serious. Restaurant, David. Pick one." David had made him come twice, and Kurt was starving. He blushed a little at the thought.
"Wanna go to BJ's?" Dave asked, "I do."
"David."
"What?" Dave laughed. "BJ's Brewhouse, babe. I'm not fucking with you." He snorted. "Okay, I am, but seriously. They have good food."
"You get to be my GPS, then," Kurt said. He kissed David one last time, then moved away. "I have no idea how to get there."
"Want me to drive? I promise I won't kill us."
"You'd better not." Kurt slipped his shoes on and straightened his scarf, then opened the back door to get out. "I trust you with my baby."
"Don't worry," Dave grinned, "I passed my test on the fifth try." He followed Kurt, fixing his shoe as he stepped out of the SUV. At the look Kurt shot him, he laughed. "I'm kidding. I passed on my first try. Flying fuckin' colors."
"You take good care of her," Kurt said. He grabbed the front of David's hoodie and tugged him in for another kiss. "After what Mercedes did to her last year, I freak out over every little ding in the door."
Dave had actually forgotten about that, but when it'd happened everyone had heard about it. "Don't worry. I'm not gonna go all Bam on your car."
"I don't want to know," Kurt replied. "It will just cause automotive anxiety." He kissed David on the cheek and then released him to walk around to the passenger side, climbing in.
Dave went around to the driver's side and got in, "...so I probably shouldn't tell you about the episode where they put fish in Vito's car, huh?"
"Just drive the damn car, David," Kurt replied.
Dave bit back a grin as he pulled the car out of park and started driving, "So bossy; jeez. Just for that, I'm gonna tell you. In detail. But not, like, actual detail. I'm gonna ramble about a bunch of weird shit that doesn't matter, like what shoes Ryan Dunn was wearing and the rust spot on Vito's bumper." Of course, that was ridiculous, because hell if he remembered what anyone on that show was wearing when he could barely remember what he wore a few days ago.
Kurt raised an eyebrow at his boyfriend, then shrugged. "That's fine," he replied. He pulled out his phone and popped open the glove compartment to retrieve his ear buds.
Dave grabbed the headphones the second Kurt had them in his hands and tossed them into the backseat. "Oh no! How'd that happen? God, I'm so clumsy. Oh well. Guess you'll just have to listen to me now."
"You'd think that," Kurt said, "but you'd be wrong." Grinning, he pulled out a second pair of headphones, this time keeping them out of David's reach.
"...why do you have multiple pairs of headphones in your car?"
"Ear buds break easily," Kurt replied.
When they pulled up in front of Dave's house, the floodlights on the garage clicked on. A cat that wasn't Cat was sitting by one of the planters at the end of the drive, staring up at Dave's window, where Cat was staring back.
"I can't tell if they're glaring or flirting..."
"Is she fixed?" Kurt asked. "Because otherwise, you'll know whether or not they were flirting in about two months."
"Yeah, she's fixed. He's obviously not, though." Dave snickered, "Lookit his balls, man." The cat in Dave's driveway was big. He didn't have a collar, but he didn't look homeless, either. It meowed loudly up at Cat, and she turned and jumped off of Dave's bed, ignoring the cry.
"Guess she's not interested," Kurt said. He unbuckled and climbed over the center console, intent on kissing David goodnight.
"Eh, I bet she's just pretending." Dave undid his seat belt and shifted as Kurt moved over to his side.
"I'm glad you enjoyed our date more than your cat enjoyed hers," Kurt murmured, kissing David.
"I just like being with you." Dave nearly snorted at how completely cheesy it sounded, but it was true.
Kurt smiled fondly, cupping David's cheek and kissing him again. "You're sweet," he said.
"Remember that the next time I piss you right the fuck off, 'kay?"
"But you like it when I drive over to your house to yell at you."
"That's true. Well then, maybe you can try and remember after you get here. That way you're here and I'm not getting hit." Dave nodded slightly to himself. "Yeah. I like this plan." He kissed Kurt again, then smiled apologetically. "I'd ask you to come in, but my mom might still be having a shit fit."
"Yeah, okay," Kurt said, hugging David firmly and then moving back to the driver's seat. "I'll IM you when I get home."
"Cool, I'll be on." Dave got out after leaning over for another kiss, then headed up the walk, pulling his keys out at he went. The would-be suitor darted off into the bushes when Dave got too close for comfort. He got the front door open, then quickly slammed it shut, not even bothering to lock it again as he turned and walked right back down to the curb.
Kurt had just put the car in gear when the passenger door suddenly opened and David climbed back inside. He put it back in park and turned to face him, his brow immediately knitting in concern. "What -- "
"I'm never going back in there." Dave cut him off, shaking his head to try and dislodge what he'd seen as he fastened his seat belt.
"David, what -- "
"Never going back in there." Dave shuddered. "Dude. She has hooker panties. And I saw them." He dragged his hands over his face. "Ahhh god, man. I think I saw part of her boob."
Kurt grimaced in sympathy. "We'll go to my house," he said. "You can spend the night."
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Date: 2011-03-17 02:28 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-03-17 02:33 am (UTC)These just make my day better (:
keep writing, they're amazing <3
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Date: 2011-03-17 02:42 am (UTC)But I have to say, my favorite part of this was when Kurt let Dave drive his car. I don't know why, but the fact that Kurt trusted him with his baby made me a squeeing mess.
I should head off to bed now. Thank you, because now I will have some amazing dreams about Kurt, Dave, and a few of Kurt's new toys.
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Date: 2011-03-17 02:48 am (UTC)HAHAHA Poor Dave. :-D
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Date: 2011-03-17 02:51 am (UTC)that said, fucking hooooot
and amazing
as per usual
and Kurt, how could anyone not like a hockey game- fighting! on ice! it's like some high art metaphor but with more punches.
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Date: 2011-03-17 02:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-17 02:53 am (UTC)Ok, that's all my mind is saying right now.
But poor David. Oh God, Mrs. Badass <3
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Date: 2011-03-17 02:53 am (UTC)I'm sorry for this, KIM's make me reeeeallly excited!! O^O
Date: 2011-03-17 02:59 am (UTC)But O^O What's wrong with his leg!!!
Blood clot leading to muscle deathBut on the upside. SLUMBERPARTY!!! Kurts gonna be like
And Daves gonna go like
Then they'll both be like
I am seriously lacking sex gifs......how can that be. I must go remedy this.
But seriously though, I love you guys. You made my night, :D
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Date: 2011-03-17 03:06 am (UTC)You can't even imagine a smile as big as the one on my face right now. XD
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Date: 2011-03-17 03:12 am (UTC)*FLAILS*
*FLAILS MORE*
more coherent thoughts later
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Date: 2011-03-17 03:15 am (UTC)the sexiness never gets old, guys. seriously.
and i just love everything about this. X3
LOL HOOKER PANTIES!
and... a sleepover? oh my~ ;D ;D ;D ♥
NEVER STOP, GUYS. IT'S ALL WORTH ANY WAIT, AND IT'S ALL SO VERY EPIC I SWEAR. :D
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Date: 2011-03-17 03:41 am (UTC)Eager to see what happens with Dave's knee. I've had two surgeries on one knee, and I'm just seventeen, so I can definitely feel (sometimes even literally) what he's going through.
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Date: 2011-03-17 04:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-17 04:36 am (UTC)Nobody, and I mean NObody, actually writes that (or the need of a come-towel, and who has to sit/sleep in the wetspot, or that lube is messy)! It's so exactly what happens and I think I may love you even more for including such a small detail like that.
Also, I've seen a resurgence of Safe oral sex fics lately and I like it. Very responsible of the characters and of you guys as writers.
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Date: 2011-03-17 04:51 am (UTC)I read this and, combined with the whole telling his mom about his dad's pink tie tolerance issues/strategies, well, I immediately wondered what kind of revenge Mrs Badass would enact.
Then I read the ending....*dies laughing* You NEVER really recover from that sort of thing if you're a teenage male.
Total brilliance all over. <3
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Date: 2011-03-17 05:15 am (UTC)