065: Hard For Me to Say
Apr. 12th, 2011 08:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kurtofsky_ims
Hard For Me to Say
Dave already felt like shit about everything, but when his mom had come upstairs with a box full of different braces, courtesy of the boyfriend he'd just told to fuck off not two hours earlier, he realized that (whether Kurt expected it from him or not) he'd have to do a lot better than just "sorry."
Mostly out of obligation (and because, if Kurt asked, he wouldn’t have to lie when he said he tried them all and none worked), Dave tried every single brace out, not really expecting much good to come of it. He was surprised to find that a few of them weren't as uncomfortable as the one he had, and a couple were actually comfortable. One in particular was nearly perfect, so he set it aside. Of course, lack of comfort wasn't the real reason he'd been avoiding wearing the brace. The fact of the matter was, he was fucking embarrassed by it. But, if it bothered Kurt that much, he'd get the hell over it. It didn’t hurt that the brace he’d set aside could fit just fine under his jeans. And truth be told, he knew his boyfriend had a legitimate reason to be pissed about it.
He packed up the rest of the braces so he could return them and get Kurt's money back (when he'd seen the receipt Kurt left with the box he'd nearly called him just to yell about the prices of some of them), then grudgingly put on the one that had felt okay. After that, though, he had a few things to take care of before he could go apologize.
* * *
Kurt was cleaning. It was a nervous habit that his dad told him he'd gotten from his mother. The upstairs bathroom had never looked so pristine, and he was pretty sure he'd traumatized Carole when she'd attempted to use it just after he'd finished cleaning. He'd shrieked at her, like some sort of deranged bird of prey. He'd have to apologize later, when he wasn't feeling quite so manic.
He wondered if David had tried on any of the braces. The shopping trip had been a little extravagant -- alright, a lot extravagant. His wallet was hurting. But if even one of them fit David better than his previous, uncomfortable brace, and helped stave off more surgeries or physical impairment, the cost was worth it.
Kurt wasn't kidding himself into believing that a brace would cause a medical miracle, allowing David to suddenly be ready for college hockey scouts again. But David was hurting because of his knee. Mentally, more than physically. He'd been there when David had fallen apart after his emergency surgery -- he'd been devastated at the loss of such a huge part of his identity. And what kind of boyfriend would Kurt be if he let that devastation continue to weigh down on David as much as it was?
He shut off the steam cleaner as someone walked into the room. Assuming it was Carole, he said, "Don't sit on the sofa for a bit. It's a little wet. I'm going to start on the dining room next, I think." He retracted the cord on the appliance and picked it up, preparing to put it back in the hall closet.
"Oh, uh..." Dave watched Kurt from where he was standing, the sound of Finn trying to be quiet as he went back to his room even more conspicuous than if he’d just left. He felt awkward and stupid and why had he asked the florist to pick the flowers for him? No, not even that. Why had he even bought flowers? Kurt was a dude. Even so, some small part of him argued that, no, Kurt would like them just fine. That was, if he wasn't too pissed. "I wasn't gonna stay long. Figured you wouldn't want me to."
Kurt spun around, nearly dropping the steam cleaner. "Are you..." he began. Then he caught sight of the flowers and his eyes widened. "Are those... for me?" He set the steam cleaner back down next to the couch and took a tentative step toward his boyfriend.
Dave felt his face heat with color and he nodded. "Yeah, uh..." he looked down at the orchids, then back at Kurt. He couldn't remember what the florist had called them, he just knew they were red and didn't really look like girl parts like some of the others did. Dave sighed, shoulders slumping slightly as he did. "Look, I'm really sorry. I was being a dick. I know you were just worried, and I just... Sorry." He took a step forward, the brace doing more to help his stride than the old one ever had.
"I'm sorry I was insensitive," Kurt replied. He crossed the room to take the flowers from David, looking down at the petals fondly. "They're beautiful," he murmured. He set them on a nearby side table and then approached his boyfriend again. "You're standing up straighter," he said.
"Yeah... I tried all the braces you left at my house; found one that, y'know, didn't bother me. Actually, it’s kinda awesome. Thanks, by the way. I, uh --" Dave pulled an envelope out of his back pocket and unfolded it before handing it over. "I returned the others. You shouldn't have spent that much, and I'm gonna pay you back for this one."
Kurt shook his head. "No, you're not."
"Babe --" Dave winced slightly. He wasn't all too sure he was even allowed to call Kurt that anymore, "Kurt, please. That was a lot of money."
"So consider it your birthday gift," Kurt said. At David's look, he added, "And Christmas gift... and six-monthaversary gift." He stepped in closer and peered up at the other boy. "Please, just let me give this to you."
Dave fought not to grin at the mention of making it to six months, then nodded. "Fine, but I'm getting you back for this." He agreed, then asked, "So, are we... okay?"
Kurt nodded, reaching out and catching David's hand to pull him in close. "First fight," he murmured. "Glad that's over with." His hand slid up to David's bicep. "You should kiss me now."
Dave slid an arm around Kurt's middle and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, then another, longer one.
"I was scared," Kurt admitted, leaning his head against David's as they hugged. "I had this intense, irrational fear that you were going to resent me for getting those braces for you, and I wasn't going to be able to do this anymore." He ran a hand up and down his boyfriend's back. "It's stupid, but I already missed you."
Dave frowned slightly at that. "I went through a lot to get you into my life; why would I go and fuck that up, Fancy?"
Kurt moved back far enough to cup David's face in both hands, kissing him in a deliberate echo of their very first kiss. "I'm in this," he said as they parted for breath a few minutes later. "I'm in this pretty deep. I mean, for God's sake, I was cleaning."
"Cleaning?" Dave asked, confused. Yeah, he'd realized that's what he'd walked in on, but, he didn't know, he sort of just figured Kurt liked to clean. Or that he was really pissed. That was always what sent his mom onto cleaning binges.
"When I'm stressed or upset," Kurt explained, "I go on sort of... crazed cleaning sprees." He gestured at the drying couch. "Could be worse. I could break things, or go catatonic."
"Oh..." Dave glanced at the steam cleaner. "I'm sorry," he said for the second time.
"I know." Kurt smiled gently. "You were hurting and you lashed out. I forgive you." He hugged his boyfriend again, this time ducking his head and resting it under David's chin. They stood like that for a moment, and then Kurt stepped back, taking David's hand. "Come on," he said, picking up the flowers. "I'll get these in some water, and then you can show me which brace you chose."
"Oh, uh, yeah. Sure." Dave could feel the worry and tension leaving him as Kurt left to get a vase for the flowers. "Are those okay?" He asked, following his boyfriend out of the room, "I didn't know what to get, and roses kind of seemed lame..."
"They're beautiful," Kurt assured him. "Nobody's ever gotten me flowers before." He walked into the kitchen, opening the pantry door and stepping inside. "Well, except when I was twelve and had my appendix out, but I don't really count that." He grabbed a vase off the top shelf and left the pantry, closing the door behind him.
Dave couldn't help the feeling of pride that he'd done something right. He didn't exactly think he did a lot of wrong things lately, the past few days notwithstanding, but even so. "Well, I'm glad. That you like 'em, I mean."
"I love them, David." Kurt filled the vase with water and unwrapped the bouquet, then used a pair of scissors from the junk drawer to trim the ends before setting the flowers inside the vase and arranging them a little. "I'm going to take them to my room," he said. He picked up the vase and headed past his boyfriend, grabbing his hand as he went.
Dave ran his thumb over Kurt's knuckles as he followed him out of the kitchen. Once they were in his room and his boyfriend had set the vase down, he wrapped an arm around the other boy's waist and pulled him close, his back pressed firmly against Dave's front. He rested his chin on Kurt's shoulder for a moment before turning his head just enough so he could press his lips against the side of the other boy's neck.
Kurt hummed in response, reaching up and curling a hand around the back of David's head to hold him there. The other hand dropped to David's arm where it was wrapped around him. He slid it down until he caught his boyfriend's fingers with his, shuffling backwards and pressing closer. "Longest 24 hours ever," he murmured, vaguely conscious of how cheesy and stereotypically teenaged that statement was.
Dave grinned against Kurt's neck, nodding in agreement before pulling away just enough so he could reach up and tilt the other boy's face toward his, then kissed him.
Leaning back against his boyfriend, Kurt sighed into the kiss, then realized he'd have to turn in David's arms if he wanted to deepen it. He did so reluctantly, breaking the kiss for a moment as he turned. Immediately, his hands settled on the other boy's lower back, and he tilted his head up for another, deeper kiss.
Dave settled his hands on Kurt's shoulders, then slid them down his back to his ass. It occurred to him then that, with the new brace, he might be able to -- well, he might drop him, but he might be able to pick the other boy up. Before the attack he would've had no problem doing something like that, but he hadn't really tested his new limits yet. But he figured right then was as good a time as any to try, so he broke the kiss long enough to hoist Kurt up, encouraging him to wrap his legs around Dave's hips. He didn't drop his boyfriend, and he didn't fall, so he counted that as a success. Even so, he didn't want to push it, so he stepped toward Kurt's bed, tilting his head up to kiss the other boy as he did.
As David pitched forward onto the bed, Kurt's arms and legs tightened around him. He fisted a hand in the back of his boyfriend's hair to keep him there, but wound up pulling him away when their teeth clacked together as they landed. He hissed in pain, but the discomfort wasn't enough to keep from arching under David's weight and pulling him down for another kiss.
"Sorry," Dave said -- or tried to, anyway, but Kurt's tongue was sort of in the way. Not that he was complaining. He slid a hand between them, going for his boyfriend's jeans, undoing them quickly so he could shove his hand down the front of them.
Kurt's fingers curled against David's back. He moaned against his boyfriend's mouth as his semi-erect cock rapidly hardened in his hand. "God, David," he muttered, breaking the kiss in favor of mouthing along the other boy's jaw. "Your hands -- I just -- " Kurt found himself grasping for the right way to describe what David was doing to him, and coming up empty no matter what he tried. So instead, he pulled at David's button-down in an attempt to get it off him that wouldn't involve David removing his hand from his pants.
As much as he hated to, Dave pulled away so he could pull his shirt off. He didn't bother tossing it to the ground; he just forgot about it once his arms were out of the sleeves and went back to kissing Kurt, slipping his hand into his pants again.
His fingers sliding up and under the two remaining layers of fabric separating David's chest from his hands, Kurt tugged the tees upwards. His hands curled over David's ribs, fingers spreading wide, his thumbs rubbing circles on David's chest. "Why are you wearing so many shirts?" he asked, his teeth grazing the shell of his boyfriend's ear. Kurt was going to steal all of David's shirts. They only got in the way when things inevitably turned sexy.
"Couldn't decide what to wear so I wore 'em all." Dave joked, but the line came out too-soft and a little strangled.
Kurt huffed a laugh against David's ear, tugging a little more insistently on the two tee shirts. "Bit of fashion advice," he murmured, "If you're going to be in bed with me, three shirts are never necessary." He grinned, biting down gently on David's earlobe. "In fact, one shirt isn't necessary."
"In my defense, I was just coming over to apologize." Dave shivered slightly at the bite, the hand in Kurt's pants squeezing his cock gently before he pulled it out again so he could pull his shirts up and off. "You look really hot today," he murmured, then moved downward so that his legs were hanging off the bed as he pulled his boyfriend's shirt up, exposing his chest. Dave pressed his lips against Kurt's chest. He felt his heartbeat briefly before shifting to the left, flicking his tongue over his nipple as he reached down and slid his hand back into the other boy's jeans.
Kurt raised his arms and shrugged his tee-shirt off, tossing it aside. "You like my cleaning outfit?" he asked, stroking his hands over David's shoulders and arching against his mouth. He hooked his ankles at the small of David's back, his shoes squeaking as the trim rubbed together. Using his new grip around his boyfriend's waist, he thrust up into his hand and moaned.
"Yeah, what? It's cute -- and for once I'm not worried about facing your wrath if I accidentally fuck it up." Dave grinned, then bit down slightly on Kurt's nipple.
Kurt's fingers dug into David's shoulder blades as the other boy tugged gently at his nipple with his teeth. "Oh god," he muttered. He dragged his left hand off David's shoulder and onto his own chest, plucking at his other nipple. "I knew -- oh -- I knew they were sensitive, but -- " he broke off on a gasp as David licked the hardened nub of flesh, then blew softly over it.
"Good, or...?" Dave was pretty sure if Kurt didn't like it he'd say so, but even so. He leaned back just enough to reach behind him, unhooking Kurt's ankles so he could blindly tug his shoes off. He let them drop as he got them off, one hitting the bed before falling to the floor, then grabbed the waist of the other boy's jeans so he could start pulling them down, over his hips.
Kurt lifted his hips as David eased his jeans down as far as they'd go, but neither of them were willing to move apart long enough to get them all the way off. He kissed his boyfriend, one hand on his cheek and the other reaching for his boyfriend's belt buckle. When he'd fumbled it open, he quickly undid David's fly and then slid his hands down the back of the other boy's jeans, his fingers spreading wide on his ass. He brought one around, working it underneath the waistband of his boxers.
Dave sort of thought he'd hate the idea of anything being near his ass. Sure, he was gay, but that didn’t mean he was comfortable with that sort of thing. But having Kurt's hands on him, on his ass, was kind of hot. Okay, it was really hot. When Kurt moved one of his hands around to the front he pushed into it, grunting quietly against the other boy's lips. He shifted his weight onto his good knee as he got a better grip on his boyfriend's cock.
It was extremely sexy, Kurt mused as he wrapped his hand around David's erection, how responsive the other boy was to his touch. The brush of a finger or a kiss had David writhing and moaning for him. He squeezed David's ass again, then pulled his hand out of the back of David's pants and shoved them down his hips as far as he could without releasing his boyfriend's dick.
Kurt had been frightened, for a moment, that he'd lose this. That the fight they'd had was enough to take David -- and his kindness, and his sense of humor, and the intelligence he tried to hide, and his hands and body and amazing kisses and... it was better, he decided, not to dwell. "We should take our pants off," he murmured into the kiss, putting all thought of potentially losing so much out of his mind.
"You have the best ideas," Dave teased, biting at Kurt's bottom lip before moving to get his boyfriend the rest of the way out of his jeans. He was glad (so fucking glad) that Kurt had been understanding, even when he didn't necessarily have to be. He could've made Dave beg. He had to know Dave'd do it, at this point. But he'd cared enough to be mature about it (not that Dave realized that's what it was, and he probably wouldn't for a few years yet.), and the knowledge of that, that he couldn't quite name or recognize, made his heart twist.
Kurt helpfully kicked his feet until his jeans were off, then sat up to pull off his socks and tug David's pants further down. They caught, slightly, on his new knee brace, and he lifted them clear before yanking them all the way off. When David's hands went to the fasteners on the brace, though, Kurt stopped him, holding his wrists gently. "Leave it on," he said. It was an odd object to fetishize, but Kurt liked that David was wearing it more than was strictly normal. He leaned down and kissed David's thigh just above the brace.
"Oh, uh. Alright." Dave shot Kurt a look, but he guessed it wasn't really that weird; all things considered, he thought he understood why his boyfriend had asked him to leave it on. His hands left the brace in favor of moving to the back of the other boy's head, fingers threading in as he watched his lips brush against his leg.
Kurt moaned softly, his mouth still pressed to David's thigh as his boyfriend's fingers rubbed against his scalp. He moved slowly up the other boy's body, dropping kisses as he went. A kiss to the soft, less hairy skin of his inner thigh caused David to shudder. A nuzzle to the very base of his dick pulled a low moan from his throat, and he tightened his fingers in Kurt's hair.
Suddenly hit by the urge to taste David's lips again, Kurt bypassed his plan to kiss his way up the front of him and slid up, rocking onto his knees before settling on top of his boyfriend. He slid a hand over the other boy's cheek and back into his hair, then pressed a soft kiss to his mouth, chasing it with a delicate lick to David's upper lip. "I'm glad you're here," he murmured, kissing David again. "I'm glad we're okay."
He asked; if Kurt didn't have them Dave did. He'd taken to always carrying them. He wasn't sure if that was weird or not, but he'd rather have them and not need them than the other way around.
"Nightstand," Kurt murmured, flailing an arm out in the direction of it. He reclined against the pillows as David leaned over to open the drawer, remembering only when the other boy stilled that his slowly expanding collection of adult novelties was inside, too. Kurt pushed up on his elbows and rubbed a hand over David's ribs, then extended his neck so he could kiss his boyfriend's shoulder.
"Huh." Dave grinned, biting back a laugh. "Alright. I'm impressed," he teased, pulling a string of condoms out of the drawer. Dave tore one off, letting the rest fall onto the bed, then ripped it open. "Bet none of that crap can suck your dick though," he pointed out with a smirk, rolling the condom onto the other boy's cock.
"I hear they're working on that technology," Kurt replied. His hips twitched as David's warm breath fanned over his groin, and he bit back a moan when his boyfriend wrapped his hand around the base of his erection and licked it from root to tip. "God, David..."
Dave huffed a laugh before wrapping his lips around the head of Kurt's cock, taking him in slowly. He ran his tongue firmly over the underside of the other boy's erection, one hand sliding up Kurt's side to his chest, fingers toying with his nipple.
With a moan, Kurt reached down and threaded his fingers through David's hair and stared, his cheeks flushed with arousal, as his cock disappeared between his boyfriend's lips. He let David set the pace this time, content to watch and let David take what he wanted.
"You're so sexy like this," Kurt murmured, his eyes meeting his boyfriend's. He pulled his hand from David's hair so he could cup his round, stubble-roughened cheek, his thumb drifting toward his lips where they were stretched around Kurt's shaft.
Dave hummed quietly in response, watching Kurt's face as he tugged at his nipple. His boyfriend's cock hit the back of his throat, then slid in; he swallowed around the length, hand moving away from Kurt's chest to settle against his neck. He mirrored the other boy's action, thumb brushing over his boyfriend's bottom lip.
Kurt's mouth dropped open on a moan as David's throat constricted around his cock. It was easy enough to bend forward then, just slightly, just far enough that he could drag his tongue over the pad of his boyfriend's thumb. Then he wrapped his lips around the digit, flattening his tongue against it.
Dave pressed his thumb into Kurt's mouth, then dragged it back out, mimicking what he was doing to his boyfriend's cock. After a moment, he pulled his hand away. The wet shine on the other boy's lips made him want to move up and kiss him but, instead, he pulled off of his boyfriend's erection with an audible pop and moved lower, moving to play with Kurt's nipple again as he did. Dave ran the tip of his tongue over the other boy's sac, then turned his head so he could bite at the sensitive inside of Kurt's thigh.
Kurt hissed as David sucked a bruise onto his inner thigh, his legs instinctively spreading wider to accommodate the breadth of his shoulders between them. Then David's mouth pressed further back, seeking -- "Oh," Kurt gasped. "What are you -- " It was a stupid question, he realized faintly. In his masturbatory research, he'd seen it plenty of times. He'd never been more glad that he was so meticulous in his hygiene.
Falling back against the pillows, Kurt allowed David to push his knees up toward his chest and felt his face flame as the other boy did so. "You really want to...?" he began, lifting his head again to look at his boyfriend for a second.
"If I didn't I wouldn't," Dave assured him, but he hesitated before going any further. "Do you want me to?" he asked, just to make sure.
"Yeah, of course," Kurt replied quickly. "I've just never... um. Obviously." He let out a nervous laugh, and then nodded, taking a deep breath. "I want it," he said, more calmly this time.
And that was all the reassurance Dave needed. "... 'kay," he replied, hands moving from Kurt's thigh and chest to grip his ass. He squeezed lightly before spreading him open, ducking his head as he did. Dave's cock twitched heavily against the mattress and he looked up at his boyfriend, the sight of him laid out in front of him not something he'd forget any time soon, if ever. He ran the pointed tip of his tongue over Kurt's hole, his nose nudging the other boy's balls as he shifted closer.
Kurt squeezed his eyes shut, although part of him wanted to keep watching his boyfriend for as long as possible. He'd played with himself often enough to know that if it ever came time to instigate anal play with another person, he'd really enjoy being on the receiving end, but this -- he couldn't have imagined it would feel this good. David grunted against him, the sound almost hungry, and Kurt couldn't help but moan in response.
Dave worked him open slowly, sliding his hands up to grab the backs of Kurt's thighs and press them up towards his chest. He groaned deeply, thumb brushing over the inside of his boyfriend's thigh as he worked his tongue inside of the other boy, thrusting shallowly.
Kurt's right hand slid down his body to rub at his cock. He made a frustrated sound when his fingers stuttered over latex and stripped the condom off so he could press his palm fully against his erection. He lifted his head from the pillow to watch David, the majority of the other boy's face hidden from view. But his eyes -- they were staring straight at him, watching him hungrily, and not for the first time, Kurt thought about pulling David up and between his legs and asking him to perform an act that Kurt was having trouble putting a label on, although the technical term echoed in his mind.
Because with David, their first time really together, it wouldn't be fucking. Kurt was sure of that. David was more patient and considerate with him than any teenage boy should ever have been required to be. He coaxed gently instead of pushing. He had waited for Kurt, and would keep waiting for Kurt, and no matter what they did, he found his pleasure in Kurt's -- even when Kurt took control to help David fall apart under his hands. Because David... Because David loved him.
Another moan from David brought him back to reality. His cock had hardened further at his realization and was throbbing against his palm in time with his pulse, the head wet and leaking onto his belly. Kurt murmured David's name as he wrapped his hand fully around his erection. His mouth dropped open as the friction his cock had needed was suddenly granted to it, the sensation warring with the firm, wet pressure of David's mouth on his ass.
Dave watched his boyfriend intently, eyes flickering between his face and the hand that was wrapped around his cock. He was going to ask if he was doing okay but seeing the result of his attentions was answer enough (and thank god, really because, for all Dave knew, he was terrible at it). His eyes locked on Kurt's cock and he had the nearly undeniable urge to lean up and lick it clean.
Instead, he let go of Kurt's left thigh and reached up between his spread legs to replace his boyfriend's hand with his own, thumb smoothing over the slick head of his dick. He abandoned the other boy's ass for a moment so that he could tongue his balls, letting go of Kurt's other leg to rub two fingers over his wet hole.
Kurt's thighs twitched and he moaned again, only a little embarrassed at how desperate he sounded. "David, please..." he begged, but he wasn't sure exactly what he was asking for. Just more, and that was something that David, in the next moment, seemed totally willing to give him.
Dave hesitated, but it didn't last long. He stuck his middle finger in his mouth, then pulled it out, using it to circle the other boy's entrance before sliding it in slowly. He watched Kurt's face as he did, in case he wanted Dave to stop.
Oblivious to David's concern, Kurt's hands clenched fistfuls of his duvet. He let out a low groan and clenched a few times around David's finger as he adjusted to the by now familiar, though at the same time, foreign sensation. "Your fingers are big," he gasped, reaching down between his thighs to spread himself wider for his boyfriend.
"Is it alright?" Dave watched as Kurt slipped his hands between his legs, mouth dropping open slightly. When he was buried to the last knuckle in the other boy's ass, he stilled his hand, turning his face to kiss the inside of Kurt's thigh, tongue tracing over the mark he'd left.
"Yes," Kurt hissed. He arched his neck, the movement pressing the back of his head into his pillow. "Yes, just -- " he reached down further, stretching his arms until he could touch his boyfriend's hand and turn it so the palm faced upwards. "There," he muttered, one hand cupping around the other boy's where it slowly jerked his cock.
Apologizing seemed kind of weird, so Dave didn't. He just let Kurt adjust his hand, then began slowly fingering his boyfriend for the first time. He moaned quietly at the feeling of being inside of Kurt, even though it wasn't his cock that was in him. For some reason this almost felt more intimate.
Kurt leaned up, thanking his weekly yoga classes for his ability to hook his knees behind his arms, and watched David's finger as it slowly disappeared inside him, again and again. He licked his suddenly dry lips, wanting to touch his boyfriend but finding him just out of reach with his new position. "Come up here," he muttered, stroking his fingers over David's wrist and leaning back again, his legs slipping back down.
Dave nodded, shifting as he tried not to think about all the benefits of having such a flexible boyfriend, then made his way back up the bed. He rested his weight on his arm, next to the other boy's shoulder, then rotated his wrist slowly as he slid his finger deep into Kurt.
Crying out, Kurt's dug his fingers into David's shoulder and mouthed at his jaw. Then his hand slid between them, catching his boyfriend's cock where it pressed insistently against his hip. "Can you -- " he began, taking the other boy's erection in hand and stroking it in time with his own. "Can you use another finger?" He sucked a bruise into the underside of David's jaw. "... lube in the nightstand."
Dave nodded, breath hitching when he felt Kurt's hand touching him. "Yeah. Yeah, 'kay..." he replied as he pulled out of the other boy, then reached over to the nightstand to dig for the bottle. His hand closed around it a moment later and he pulled it out, popping the cap with his thumb.
He flipped the bottle and let the lube spill over his fingers, then dropped it onto the bed, wincing slightly when it leaked a little. "Sorry," he mumbled as he slid his hand back between Kurt's legs, fingers probing gently before he slid the first one in. Dave thrust in slowly a few times before adding a second.
Kurt moaned at the stretch, his rhythm on David's cock faltering for a moment as he adjusted to the thicker presence in his ass. "That's good," he muttered, mouthing at the other boy's shoulder. He started stroking him again, this time a little faster, and urged, "Show me with your fingers, what you'll do when this is inside me," giving David's erection a little squeeze.
It was a nightly obsession of his -- thinking about what it would be like to have David on top of him, inside him... or to be inside David, swallowing all his moans and cries with kisses. It would be tight either way, he often thought, and they'd have to go gently at first, but it would be perfect, even if it wasn't. Kurt spread his thighs further apart and bit down on David's shoulder as his fingers withdrew, then thrust inside again, all the while imagining that this was preparation for something far more intense.
The words alone were almost enough to make Dave come. The only thing that held it off was a quick flex of his thigh and the short lived spark of pain it sent to his knee. He pressed in deep, then twisted his wrist as he pulled back out. Dave buried his face in the curve of Kurt's shoulder, mouthing at the soft skin there as his fingers slid easily in and out of him.
Kurt was going to come, that much was obvious. Between his hand on his cock and David's fingers inside him, it looked like it was going to be soon, too. He licked the red mark he'd made on David's shoulder and murmured, "Wait, wait," moaning softly as he released his erection and eased David's fingers out of his ass. Then he pushed his boyfriend onto his back and straddled his hips, bringing their cocks together, and placed David's hand back on his ass.
The penetration, when it came, was nowhere near as deep as before, but the friction his shallow thrusts provided as his shaft rubbed up against David's made up for it. "Oh," Kurt gasped. "Want to come with you this time."
Dave groaned, the noise rough and quiet, as he slid his fingers back into kurt. He raised his hips as much as the position would allow, thrusting against the other boy. He used the slight leverage his hand was providing, pressing into his boyfriend and rocking him against himself at the same time.
Kurt's gaze fixed on his boyfriend's lips, which were still pink and a little bit swollen from his previous oral attentions. He licked his own and leaned in, veering off at the last moment to kiss along his cheek to his ear, remembering how he'd shivered when Kurt had bitten the lobe. He sucked the fleshy part of David's earlobe between his lips, running his tongue along it. His hips juttered back and forth between David's fingers and his cock, alternately thrusting against David's erection and belly, then back onto the other boy's digits until he could barely think.
Dave whined under his breath, neck arching back in response to the feeling of Kurt's teeth and tongue, lips parting as he sucked in a sharp breath. "Fuck -- gonna come," he managed to grit out, stretching his arm out the last little bit that he was able so he could push his fingers in a little deeper. "Gonna -- gonna," he broke off in a quiet,
shuddering gasp, hips raising up to press his cock tight againt Kurt's as he came.
The deeper penetration alone was nearly enough to push Kurt over the edge, but it was the press of his shaft against Kurt's and the way he shuddered against him as he came that triggered his own climax. He let out a sharp cry, his back arching and his thighs trembling, and came, biting down on David's collarbone as he did so.
"God," he said a moment later, panting into his boyfriend's neck. "We just keep getting better at that."
Dave huffed a surprised laugh at that and nodded in agreement as he pulled out of Kurt carefully. He shifted them so that they were on their sides next to each other, then leaned over his boyfriend to the side of the bed, where he grabbed one of his shirts off the floor. He grinned crookedly as he settled back next to the other boy, cleaning him off with the tee shirt. "Now see, I knew I'd find a good reason for wearing three shirts."
Kurt lay passively, letting his boyfriend wipe him down with his shirt. He shifted his legs, grimacing a little at the slickness of his ass. It had been incredibly sexy a minute ago, but now he just felt like he needed a shower. First, though, he was going to have to regain his ability to stand. "In about twenty minutes," he decided, "I'm going to take a shower." He rolled onto David so his head was resting on the other boy's chest, his fingers skittering over his sweaty side. "Right after I've filled my afterglow quota."
"Mm... 'kay," Dave agreed, not really listening. He heard the words, but the meaning behind them was lost for the moment. He palmed the ball of Kurt's shoulder and squeezed gently as he let himself settle back into the bed.
Kurt pressed a kiss to David's chest, rubbing the spot he'd kissed with his fingers before snuggling in again. Within minutes, he was asleep.
Mostly out of obligation (and because, if Kurt asked, he wouldn’t have to lie when he said he tried them all and none worked), Dave tried every single brace out, not really expecting much good to come of it. He was surprised to find that a few of them weren't as uncomfortable as the one he had, and a couple were actually comfortable. One in particular was nearly perfect, so he set it aside. Of course, lack of comfort wasn't the real reason he'd been avoiding wearing the brace. The fact of the matter was, he was fucking embarrassed by it. But, if it bothered Kurt that much, he'd get the hell over it. It didn’t hurt that the brace he’d set aside could fit just fine under his jeans. And truth be told, he knew his boyfriend had a legitimate reason to be pissed about it.
He packed up the rest of the braces so he could return them and get Kurt's money back (when he'd seen the receipt Kurt left with the box he'd nearly called him just to yell about the prices of some of them), then grudgingly put on the one that had felt okay. After that, though, he had a few things to take care of before he could go apologize.
Kurt was cleaning. It was a nervous habit that his dad told him he'd gotten from his mother. The upstairs bathroom had never looked so pristine, and he was pretty sure he'd traumatized Carole when she'd attempted to use it just after he'd finished cleaning. He'd shrieked at her, like some sort of deranged bird of prey. He'd have to apologize later, when he wasn't feeling quite so manic.
He wondered if David had tried on any of the braces. The shopping trip had been a little extravagant -- alright, a lot extravagant. His wallet was hurting. But if even one of them fit David better than his previous, uncomfortable brace, and helped stave off more surgeries or physical impairment, the cost was worth it.
Kurt wasn't kidding himself into believing that a brace would cause a medical miracle, allowing David to suddenly be ready for college hockey scouts again. But David was hurting because of his knee. Mentally, more than physically. He'd been there when David had fallen apart after his emergency surgery -- he'd been devastated at the loss of such a huge part of his identity. And what kind of boyfriend would Kurt be if he let that devastation continue to weigh down on David as much as it was?
He shut off the steam cleaner as someone walked into the room. Assuming it was Carole, he said, "Don't sit on the sofa for a bit. It's a little wet. I'm going to start on the dining room next, I think." He retracted the cord on the appliance and picked it up, preparing to put it back in the hall closet.
"Oh, uh..." Dave watched Kurt from where he was standing, the sound of Finn trying to be quiet as he went back to his room even more conspicuous than if he’d just left. He felt awkward and stupid and why had he asked the florist to pick the flowers for him? No, not even that. Why had he even bought flowers? Kurt was a dude. Even so, some small part of him argued that, no, Kurt would like them just fine. That was, if he wasn't too pissed. "I wasn't gonna stay long. Figured you wouldn't want me to."
Kurt spun around, nearly dropping the steam cleaner. "Are you..." he began. Then he caught sight of the flowers and his eyes widened. "Are those... for me?" He set the steam cleaner back down next to the couch and took a tentative step toward his boyfriend.
Dave felt his face heat with color and he nodded. "Yeah, uh..." he looked down at the orchids, then back at Kurt. He couldn't remember what the florist had called them, he just knew they were red and didn't really look like girl parts like some of the others did. Dave sighed, shoulders slumping slightly as he did. "Look, I'm really sorry. I was being a dick. I know you were just worried, and I just... Sorry." He took a step forward, the brace doing more to help his stride than the old one ever had.
"I'm sorry I was insensitive," Kurt replied. He crossed the room to take the flowers from David, looking down at the petals fondly. "They're beautiful," he murmured. He set them on a nearby side table and then approached his boyfriend again. "You're standing up straighter," he said.
"Yeah... I tried all the braces you left at my house; found one that, y'know, didn't bother me. Actually, it’s kinda awesome. Thanks, by the way. I, uh --" Dave pulled an envelope out of his back pocket and unfolded it before handing it over. "I returned the others. You shouldn't have spent that much, and I'm gonna pay you back for this one."
Kurt shook his head. "No, you're not."
"Babe --" Dave winced slightly. He wasn't all too sure he was even allowed to call Kurt that anymore, "Kurt, please. That was a lot of money."
"So consider it your birthday gift," Kurt said. At David's look, he added, "And Christmas gift... and six-monthaversary gift." He stepped in closer and peered up at the other boy. "Please, just let me give this to you."
Dave fought not to grin at the mention of making it to six months, then nodded. "Fine, but I'm getting you back for this." He agreed, then asked, "So, are we... okay?"
Kurt nodded, reaching out and catching David's hand to pull him in close. "First fight," he murmured. "Glad that's over with." His hand slid up to David's bicep. "You should kiss me now."
Dave slid an arm around Kurt's middle and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, then another, longer one.
"I was scared," Kurt admitted, leaning his head against David's as they hugged. "I had this intense, irrational fear that you were going to resent me for getting those braces for you, and I wasn't going to be able to do this anymore." He ran a hand up and down his boyfriend's back. "It's stupid, but I already missed you."
Dave frowned slightly at that. "I went through a lot to get you into my life; why would I go and fuck that up, Fancy?"
Kurt moved back far enough to cup David's face in both hands, kissing him in a deliberate echo of their very first kiss. "I'm in this," he said as they parted for breath a few minutes later. "I'm in this pretty deep. I mean, for God's sake, I was cleaning."
"Cleaning?" Dave asked, confused. Yeah, he'd realized that's what he'd walked in on, but, he didn't know, he sort of just figured Kurt liked to clean. Or that he was really pissed. That was always what sent his mom onto cleaning binges.
"When I'm stressed or upset," Kurt explained, "I go on sort of... crazed cleaning sprees." He gestured at the drying couch. "Could be worse. I could break things, or go catatonic."
"Oh..." Dave glanced at the steam cleaner. "I'm sorry," he said for the second time.
"I know." Kurt smiled gently. "You were hurting and you lashed out. I forgive you." He hugged his boyfriend again, this time ducking his head and resting it under David's chin. They stood like that for a moment, and then Kurt stepped back, taking David's hand. "Come on," he said, picking up the flowers. "I'll get these in some water, and then you can show me which brace you chose."
"Oh, uh, yeah. Sure." Dave could feel the worry and tension leaving him as Kurt left to get a vase for the flowers. "Are those okay?" He asked, following his boyfriend out of the room, "I didn't know what to get, and roses kind of seemed lame..."
"They're beautiful," Kurt assured him. "Nobody's ever gotten me flowers before." He walked into the kitchen, opening the pantry door and stepping inside. "Well, except when I was twelve and had my appendix out, but I don't really count that." He grabbed a vase off the top shelf and left the pantry, closing the door behind him.
Dave couldn't help the feeling of pride that he'd done something right. He didn't exactly think he did a lot of wrong things lately, the past few days notwithstanding, but even so. "Well, I'm glad. That you like 'em, I mean."
"I love them, David." Kurt filled the vase with water and unwrapped the bouquet, then used a pair of scissors from the junk drawer to trim the ends before setting the flowers inside the vase and arranging them a little. "I'm going to take them to my room," he said. He picked up the vase and headed past his boyfriend, grabbing his hand as he went.
Dave ran his thumb over Kurt's knuckles as he followed him out of the kitchen. Once they were in his room and his boyfriend had set the vase down, he wrapped an arm around the other boy's waist and pulled him close, his back pressed firmly against Dave's front. He rested his chin on Kurt's shoulder for a moment before turning his head just enough so he could press his lips against the side of the other boy's neck.
Kurt hummed in response, reaching up and curling a hand around the back of David's head to hold him there. The other hand dropped to David's arm where it was wrapped around him. He slid it down until he caught his boyfriend's fingers with his, shuffling backwards and pressing closer. "Longest 24 hours ever," he murmured, vaguely conscious of how cheesy and stereotypically teenaged that statement was.
Dave grinned against Kurt's neck, nodding in agreement before pulling away just enough so he could reach up and tilt the other boy's face toward his, then kissed him.
Leaning back against his boyfriend, Kurt sighed into the kiss, then realized he'd have to turn in David's arms if he wanted to deepen it. He did so reluctantly, breaking the kiss for a moment as he turned. Immediately, his hands settled on the other boy's lower back, and he tilted his head up for another, deeper kiss.
Dave settled his hands on Kurt's shoulders, then slid them down his back to his ass. It occurred to him then that, with the new brace, he might be able to -- well, he might drop him, but he might be able to pick the other boy up. Before the attack he would've had no problem doing something like that, but he hadn't really tested his new limits yet. But he figured right then was as good a time as any to try, so he broke the kiss long enough to hoist Kurt up, encouraging him to wrap his legs around Dave's hips. He didn't drop his boyfriend, and he didn't fall, so he counted that as a success. Even so, he didn't want to push it, so he stepped toward Kurt's bed, tilting his head up to kiss the other boy as he did.
As David pitched forward onto the bed, Kurt's arms and legs tightened around him. He fisted a hand in the back of his boyfriend's hair to keep him there, but wound up pulling him away when their teeth clacked together as they landed. He hissed in pain, but the discomfort wasn't enough to keep from arching under David's weight and pulling him down for another kiss.
"Sorry," Dave said -- or tried to, anyway, but Kurt's tongue was sort of in the way. Not that he was complaining. He slid a hand between them, going for his boyfriend's jeans, undoing them quickly so he could shove his hand down the front of them.
Kurt's fingers curled against David's back. He moaned against his boyfriend's mouth as his semi-erect cock rapidly hardened in his hand. "God, David," he muttered, breaking the kiss in favor of mouthing along the other boy's jaw. "Your hands -- I just -- " Kurt found himself grasping for the right way to describe what David was doing to him, and coming up empty no matter what he tried. So instead, he pulled at David's button-down in an attempt to get it off him that wouldn't involve David removing his hand from his pants.
As much as he hated to, Dave pulled away so he could pull his shirt off. He didn't bother tossing it to the ground; he just forgot about it once his arms were out of the sleeves and went back to kissing Kurt, slipping his hand into his pants again.
His fingers sliding up and under the two remaining layers of fabric separating David's chest from his hands, Kurt tugged the tees upwards. His hands curled over David's ribs, fingers spreading wide, his thumbs rubbing circles on David's chest. "Why are you wearing so many shirts?" he asked, his teeth grazing the shell of his boyfriend's ear. Kurt was going to steal all of David's shirts. They only got in the way when things inevitably turned sexy.
"Couldn't decide what to wear so I wore 'em all." Dave joked, but the line came out too-soft and a little strangled.
Kurt huffed a laugh against David's ear, tugging a little more insistently on the two tee shirts. "Bit of fashion advice," he murmured, "If you're going to be in bed with me, three shirts are never necessary." He grinned, biting down gently on David's earlobe. "In fact, one shirt isn't necessary."
"In my defense, I was just coming over to apologize." Dave shivered slightly at the bite, the hand in Kurt's pants squeezing his cock gently before he pulled it out again so he could pull his shirts up and off. "You look really hot today," he murmured, then moved downward so that his legs were hanging off the bed as he pulled his boyfriend's shirt up, exposing his chest. Dave pressed his lips against Kurt's chest. He felt his heartbeat briefly before shifting to the left, flicking his tongue over his nipple as he reached down and slid his hand back into the other boy's jeans.
Kurt raised his arms and shrugged his tee-shirt off, tossing it aside. "You like my cleaning outfit?" he asked, stroking his hands over David's shoulders and arching against his mouth. He hooked his ankles at the small of David's back, his shoes squeaking as the trim rubbed together. Using his new grip around his boyfriend's waist, he thrust up into his hand and moaned.
"Yeah, what? It's cute -- and for once I'm not worried about facing your wrath if I accidentally fuck it up." Dave grinned, then bit down slightly on Kurt's nipple.
Kurt's fingers dug into David's shoulder blades as the other boy tugged gently at his nipple with his teeth. "Oh god," he muttered. He dragged his left hand off David's shoulder and onto his own chest, plucking at his other nipple. "I knew -- oh -- I knew they were sensitive, but -- " he broke off on a gasp as David licked the hardened nub of flesh, then blew softly over it.
"Good, or...?" Dave was pretty sure if Kurt didn't like it he'd say so, but even so. He leaned back just enough to reach behind him, unhooking Kurt's ankles so he could blindly tug his shoes off. He let them drop as he got them off, one hitting the bed before falling to the floor, then grabbed the waist of the other boy's jeans so he could start pulling them down, over his hips.
Kurt lifted his hips as David eased his jeans down as far as they'd go, but neither of them were willing to move apart long enough to get them all the way off. He kissed his boyfriend, one hand on his cheek and the other reaching for his boyfriend's belt buckle. When he'd fumbled it open, he quickly undid David's fly and then slid his hands down the back of the other boy's jeans, his fingers spreading wide on his ass. He brought one around, working it underneath the waistband of his boxers.
Dave sort of thought he'd hate the idea of anything being near his ass. Sure, he was gay, but that didn’t mean he was comfortable with that sort of thing. But having Kurt's hands on him, on his ass, was kind of hot. Okay, it was really hot. When Kurt moved one of his hands around to the front he pushed into it, grunting quietly against the other boy's lips. He shifted his weight onto his good knee as he got a better grip on his boyfriend's cock.
It was extremely sexy, Kurt mused as he wrapped his hand around David's erection, how responsive the other boy was to his touch. The brush of a finger or a kiss had David writhing and moaning for him. He squeezed David's ass again, then pulled his hand out of the back of David's pants and shoved them down his hips as far as he could without releasing his boyfriend's dick.
Kurt had been frightened, for a moment, that he'd lose this. That the fight they'd had was enough to take David -- and his kindness, and his sense of humor, and the intelligence he tried to hide, and his hands and body and amazing kisses and... it was better, he decided, not to dwell. "We should take our pants off," he murmured into the kiss, putting all thought of potentially losing so much out of his mind.
"You have the best ideas," Dave teased, biting at Kurt's bottom lip before moving to get his boyfriend the rest of the way out of his jeans. He was glad (so fucking glad) that Kurt had been understanding, even when he didn't necessarily have to be. He could've made Dave beg. He had to know Dave'd do it, at this point. But he'd cared enough to be mature about it (not that Dave realized that's what it was, and he probably wouldn't for a few years yet.), and the knowledge of that, that he couldn't quite name or recognize, made his heart twist.
Kurt helpfully kicked his feet until his jeans were off, then sat up to pull off his socks and tug David's pants further down. They caught, slightly, on his new knee brace, and he lifted them clear before yanking them all the way off. When David's hands went to the fasteners on the brace, though, Kurt stopped him, holding his wrists gently. "Leave it on," he said. It was an odd object to fetishize, but Kurt liked that David was wearing it more than was strictly normal. He leaned down and kissed David's thigh just above the brace.
"Oh, uh. Alright." Dave shot Kurt a look, but he guessed it wasn't really that weird; all things considered, he thought he understood why his boyfriend had asked him to leave it on. His hands left the brace in favor of moving to the back of the other boy's head, fingers threading in as he watched his lips brush against his leg.
Kurt moaned softly, his mouth still pressed to David's thigh as his boyfriend's fingers rubbed against his scalp. He moved slowly up the other boy's body, dropping kisses as he went. A kiss to the soft, less hairy skin of his inner thigh caused David to shudder. A nuzzle to the very base of his dick pulled a low moan from his throat, and he tightened his fingers in Kurt's hair.
Suddenly hit by the urge to taste David's lips again, Kurt bypassed his plan to kiss his way up the front of him and slid up, rocking onto his knees before settling on top of his boyfriend. He slid a hand over the other boy's cheek and back into his hair, then pressed a soft kiss to his mouth, chasing it with a delicate lick to David's upper lip. "I'm glad you're here," he murmured, kissing David again. "I'm glad we're okay."
He asked; if Kurt didn't have them Dave did. He'd taken to always carrying them. He wasn't sure if that was weird or not, but he'd rather have them and not need them than the other way around.
"Nightstand," Kurt murmured, flailing an arm out in the direction of it. He reclined against the pillows as David leaned over to open the drawer, remembering only when the other boy stilled that his slowly expanding collection of adult novelties was inside, too. Kurt pushed up on his elbows and rubbed a hand over David's ribs, then extended his neck so he could kiss his boyfriend's shoulder.
"Huh." Dave grinned, biting back a laugh. "Alright. I'm impressed," he teased, pulling a string of condoms out of the drawer. Dave tore one off, letting the rest fall onto the bed, then ripped it open. "Bet none of that crap can suck your dick though," he pointed out with a smirk, rolling the condom onto the other boy's cock.
"I hear they're working on that technology," Kurt replied. His hips twitched as David's warm breath fanned over his groin, and he bit back a moan when his boyfriend wrapped his hand around the base of his erection and licked it from root to tip. "God, David..."
Dave huffed a laugh before wrapping his lips around the head of Kurt's cock, taking him in slowly. He ran his tongue firmly over the underside of the other boy's erection, one hand sliding up Kurt's side to his chest, fingers toying with his nipple.
With a moan, Kurt reached down and threaded his fingers through David's hair and stared, his cheeks flushed with arousal, as his cock disappeared between his boyfriend's lips. He let David set the pace this time, content to watch and let David take what he wanted.
"You're so sexy like this," Kurt murmured, his eyes meeting his boyfriend's. He pulled his hand from David's hair so he could cup his round, stubble-roughened cheek, his thumb drifting toward his lips where they were stretched around Kurt's shaft.
Dave hummed quietly in response, watching Kurt's face as he tugged at his nipple. His boyfriend's cock hit the back of his throat, then slid in; he swallowed around the length, hand moving away from Kurt's chest to settle against his neck. He mirrored the other boy's action, thumb brushing over his boyfriend's bottom lip.
Kurt's mouth dropped open on a moan as David's throat constricted around his cock. It was easy enough to bend forward then, just slightly, just far enough that he could drag his tongue over the pad of his boyfriend's thumb. Then he wrapped his lips around the digit, flattening his tongue against it.
Dave pressed his thumb into Kurt's mouth, then dragged it back out, mimicking what he was doing to his boyfriend's cock. After a moment, he pulled his hand away. The wet shine on the other boy's lips made him want to move up and kiss him but, instead, he pulled off of his boyfriend's erection with an audible pop and moved lower, moving to play with Kurt's nipple again as he did. Dave ran the tip of his tongue over the other boy's sac, then turned his head so he could bite at the sensitive inside of Kurt's thigh.
Kurt hissed as David sucked a bruise onto his inner thigh, his legs instinctively spreading wider to accommodate the breadth of his shoulders between them. Then David's mouth pressed further back, seeking -- "Oh," Kurt gasped. "What are you -- " It was a stupid question, he realized faintly. In his masturbatory research, he'd seen it plenty of times. He'd never been more glad that he was so meticulous in his hygiene.
Falling back against the pillows, Kurt allowed David to push his knees up toward his chest and felt his face flame as the other boy did so. "You really want to...?" he began, lifting his head again to look at his boyfriend for a second.
"If I didn't I wouldn't," Dave assured him, but he hesitated before going any further. "Do you want me to?" he asked, just to make sure.
"Yeah, of course," Kurt replied quickly. "I've just never... um. Obviously." He let out a nervous laugh, and then nodded, taking a deep breath. "I want it," he said, more calmly this time.
And that was all the reassurance Dave needed. "... 'kay," he replied, hands moving from Kurt's thigh and chest to grip his ass. He squeezed lightly before spreading him open, ducking his head as he did. Dave's cock twitched heavily against the mattress and he looked up at his boyfriend, the sight of him laid out in front of him not something he'd forget any time soon, if ever. He ran the pointed tip of his tongue over Kurt's hole, his nose nudging the other boy's balls as he shifted closer.
Kurt squeezed his eyes shut, although part of him wanted to keep watching his boyfriend for as long as possible. He'd played with himself often enough to know that if it ever came time to instigate anal play with another person, he'd really enjoy being on the receiving end, but this -- he couldn't have imagined it would feel this good. David grunted against him, the sound almost hungry, and Kurt couldn't help but moan in response.
Dave worked him open slowly, sliding his hands up to grab the backs of Kurt's thighs and press them up towards his chest. He groaned deeply, thumb brushing over the inside of his boyfriend's thigh as he worked his tongue inside of the other boy, thrusting shallowly.
Kurt's right hand slid down his body to rub at his cock. He made a frustrated sound when his fingers stuttered over latex and stripped the condom off so he could press his palm fully against his erection. He lifted his head from the pillow to watch David, the majority of the other boy's face hidden from view. But his eyes -- they were staring straight at him, watching him hungrily, and not for the first time, Kurt thought about pulling David up and between his legs and asking him to perform an act that Kurt was having trouble putting a label on, although the technical term echoed in his mind.
Because with David, their first time really together, it wouldn't be fucking. Kurt was sure of that. David was more patient and considerate with him than any teenage boy should ever have been required to be. He coaxed gently instead of pushing. He had waited for Kurt, and would keep waiting for Kurt, and no matter what they did, he found his pleasure in Kurt's -- even when Kurt took control to help David fall apart under his hands. Because David... Because David loved him.
Another moan from David brought him back to reality. His cock had hardened further at his realization and was throbbing against his palm in time with his pulse, the head wet and leaking onto his belly. Kurt murmured David's name as he wrapped his hand fully around his erection. His mouth dropped open as the friction his cock had needed was suddenly granted to it, the sensation warring with the firm, wet pressure of David's mouth on his ass.
Dave watched his boyfriend intently, eyes flickering between his face and the hand that was wrapped around his cock. He was going to ask if he was doing okay but seeing the result of his attentions was answer enough (and thank god, really because, for all Dave knew, he was terrible at it). His eyes locked on Kurt's cock and he had the nearly undeniable urge to lean up and lick it clean.
Instead, he let go of Kurt's left thigh and reached up between his spread legs to replace his boyfriend's hand with his own, thumb smoothing over the slick head of his dick. He abandoned the other boy's ass for a moment so that he could tongue his balls, letting go of Kurt's other leg to rub two fingers over his wet hole.
Kurt's thighs twitched and he moaned again, only a little embarrassed at how desperate he sounded. "David, please..." he begged, but he wasn't sure exactly what he was asking for. Just more, and that was something that David, in the next moment, seemed totally willing to give him.
Dave hesitated, but it didn't last long. He stuck his middle finger in his mouth, then pulled it out, using it to circle the other boy's entrance before sliding it in slowly. He watched Kurt's face as he did, in case he wanted Dave to stop.
Oblivious to David's concern, Kurt's hands clenched fistfuls of his duvet. He let out a low groan and clenched a few times around David's finger as he adjusted to the by now familiar, though at the same time, foreign sensation. "Your fingers are big," he gasped, reaching down between his thighs to spread himself wider for his boyfriend.
"Is it alright?" Dave watched as Kurt slipped his hands between his legs, mouth dropping open slightly. When he was buried to the last knuckle in the other boy's ass, he stilled his hand, turning his face to kiss the inside of Kurt's thigh, tongue tracing over the mark he'd left.
"Yes," Kurt hissed. He arched his neck, the movement pressing the back of his head into his pillow. "Yes, just -- " he reached down further, stretching his arms until he could touch his boyfriend's hand and turn it so the palm faced upwards. "There," he muttered, one hand cupping around the other boy's where it slowly jerked his cock.
Apologizing seemed kind of weird, so Dave didn't. He just let Kurt adjust his hand, then began slowly fingering his boyfriend for the first time. He moaned quietly at the feeling of being inside of Kurt, even though it wasn't his cock that was in him. For some reason this almost felt more intimate.
Kurt leaned up, thanking his weekly yoga classes for his ability to hook his knees behind his arms, and watched David's finger as it slowly disappeared inside him, again and again. He licked his suddenly dry lips, wanting to touch his boyfriend but finding him just out of reach with his new position. "Come up here," he muttered, stroking his fingers over David's wrist and leaning back again, his legs slipping back down.
Dave nodded, shifting as he tried not to think about all the benefits of having such a flexible boyfriend, then made his way back up the bed. He rested his weight on his arm, next to the other boy's shoulder, then rotated his wrist slowly as he slid his finger deep into Kurt.
Crying out, Kurt's dug his fingers into David's shoulder and mouthed at his jaw. Then his hand slid between them, catching his boyfriend's cock where it pressed insistently against his hip. "Can you -- " he began, taking the other boy's erection in hand and stroking it in time with his own. "Can you use another finger?" He sucked a bruise into the underside of David's jaw. "... lube in the nightstand."
Dave nodded, breath hitching when he felt Kurt's hand touching him. "Yeah. Yeah, 'kay..." he replied as he pulled out of the other boy, then reached over to the nightstand to dig for the bottle. His hand closed around it a moment later and he pulled it out, popping the cap with his thumb.
He flipped the bottle and let the lube spill over his fingers, then dropped it onto the bed, wincing slightly when it leaked a little. "Sorry," he mumbled as he slid his hand back between Kurt's legs, fingers probing gently before he slid the first one in. Dave thrust in slowly a few times before adding a second.
Kurt moaned at the stretch, his rhythm on David's cock faltering for a moment as he adjusted to the thicker presence in his ass. "That's good," he muttered, mouthing at the other boy's shoulder. He started stroking him again, this time a little faster, and urged, "Show me with your fingers, what you'll do when this is inside me," giving David's erection a little squeeze.
It was a nightly obsession of his -- thinking about what it would be like to have David on top of him, inside him... or to be inside David, swallowing all his moans and cries with kisses. It would be tight either way, he often thought, and they'd have to go gently at first, but it would be perfect, even if it wasn't. Kurt spread his thighs further apart and bit down on David's shoulder as his fingers withdrew, then thrust inside again, all the while imagining that this was preparation for something far more intense.
The words alone were almost enough to make Dave come. The only thing that held it off was a quick flex of his thigh and the short lived spark of pain it sent to his knee. He pressed in deep, then twisted his wrist as he pulled back out. Dave buried his face in the curve of Kurt's shoulder, mouthing at the soft skin there as his fingers slid easily in and out of him.
Kurt was going to come, that much was obvious. Between his hand on his cock and David's fingers inside him, it looked like it was going to be soon, too. He licked the red mark he'd made on David's shoulder and murmured, "Wait, wait," moaning softly as he released his erection and eased David's fingers out of his ass. Then he pushed his boyfriend onto his back and straddled his hips, bringing their cocks together, and placed David's hand back on his ass.
The penetration, when it came, was nowhere near as deep as before, but the friction his shallow thrusts provided as his shaft rubbed up against David's made up for it. "Oh," Kurt gasped. "Want to come with you this time."
Dave groaned, the noise rough and quiet, as he slid his fingers back into kurt. He raised his hips as much as the position would allow, thrusting against the other boy. He used the slight leverage his hand was providing, pressing into his boyfriend and rocking him against himself at the same time.
Kurt's gaze fixed on his boyfriend's lips, which were still pink and a little bit swollen from his previous oral attentions. He licked his own and leaned in, veering off at the last moment to kiss along his cheek to his ear, remembering how he'd shivered when Kurt had bitten the lobe. He sucked the fleshy part of David's earlobe between his lips, running his tongue along it. His hips juttered back and forth between David's fingers and his cock, alternately thrusting against David's erection and belly, then back onto the other boy's digits until he could barely think.
Dave whined under his breath, neck arching back in response to the feeling of Kurt's teeth and tongue, lips parting as he sucked in a sharp breath. "Fuck -- gonna come," he managed to grit out, stretching his arm out the last little bit that he was able so he could push his fingers in a little deeper. "Gonna -- gonna," he broke off in a quiet,
shuddering gasp, hips raising up to press his cock tight againt Kurt's as he came.
The deeper penetration alone was nearly enough to push Kurt over the edge, but it was the press of his shaft against Kurt's and the way he shuddered against him as he came that triggered his own climax. He let out a sharp cry, his back arching and his thighs trembling, and came, biting down on David's collarbone as he did so.
"God," he said a moment later, panting into his boyfriend's neck. "We just keep getting better at that."
Dave huffed a surprised laugh at that and nodded in agreement as he pulled out of Kurt carefully. He shifted them so that they were on their sides next to each other, then leaned over his boyfriend to the side of the bed, where he grabbed one of his shirts off the floor. He grinned crookedly as he settled back next to the other boy, cleaning him off with the tee shirt. "Now see, I knew I'd find a good reason for wearing three shirts."
Kurt lay passively, letting his boyfriend wipe him down with his shirt. He shifted his legs, grimacing a little at the slickness of his ass. It had been incredibly sexy a minute ago, but now he just felt like he needed a shower. First, though, he was going to have to regain his ability to stand. "In about twenty minutes," he decided, "I'm going to take a shower." He rolled onto David so his head was resting on the other boy's chest, his fingers skittering over his sweaty side. "Right after I've filled my afterglow quota."
"Mm... 'kay," Dave agreed, not really listening. He heard the words, but the meaning behind them was lost for the moment. He palmed the ball of Kurt's shoulder and squeezed gently as he let himself settle back into the bed.
Kurt pressed a kiss to David's chest, rubbing the spot he'd kissed with his fingers before snuggling in again. Within minutes, he was asleep.
{ A massive thank you to Lauren, who drew the adorably sweet fanart featured in this installment.
You should all follow her on Tumblr and friend her on LJ if you haven't already.
Apologies for any grammatical or coherency errors -- for portions of this, one of
us was working from a Kindle, rather than a computer, and the other may have missed
something during the proofreading process. }
