kurtofsky_ims | 021: Walking On Sunshine.

Walking On Sunshine
{NSFW}

Dave stared blankly at his monitor, at the conversation that was left up, even after he logged out of AIM. He didn't want to re-read it, but he did anyway, unable to just close out of the window. It was a little funny, in a pathetic sort of way, how upset he was. How much he wanted to just break everything in his room.

After all, Kurt would only ever be his friend. Friends. Hah. He could barely even call them that, could he? The dude would probably never even be able to stand being around Dave in person, so why had he been stupid enough to think, even for a second...

Fuck it. It didn't matter. If Kurt wanted to get all up on some fucking douchebag that he really didn't even like that much (and who obviously didn't really care that much about Kurt, either), then fine. But one day something shitty would happen, and Kurt would come crying to him, and Dave would laugh in his fucking face.

...Who was he kidding? No, no he wouldn't. Not even close.

--

Josh parked his car in Karofsky’s driveway and got out, a crinkly plastic grocery bag in one hand. He ambled up to the front door and knocked, grinning lazily a moment later when Karofsky’s mom answered. "Looking good today, Mrs. K," he said.

"Oh, it’s you again," she replied. He kept right on grinning. One day he’d win her over, and then her recipe for chocolate chip cookies would be his.

"Dave in?" he asked.

"He’s out training for a marathon," she said, stepping aside to let him into the house.

--

Dave shut his computer off, but it didn't do any good. He could still remember exactly what Kurt had said just minutes earlier. He considered blocking Kurt on AIM. Uninstalling the program all together. Maybe just breaking his computer.

"I see Ricardo has taken his leave." Josh waited for a response from Karofsky, who was morosely staring at his blank computer screen. "Man, you are way too emo." He shouldered through the door into Karofsky’s room. "Turn your ass around, I brought corn chips and Xbox games."

"Fuck you." Dave muttered, standing up slowly. It was always a hassle now. Hell, everything that involved moving was. He migrated over to his bed and sat down, just as slow going down as he had been getting up.

"Who pissed in your Wheaties, sunshine?" Josh asked. He tossed his jacket over the back of Karofsky’s desk chair, but left his hat on. The ear flaps made him absurdly happy. He eyed his sullen friend before turning on the Xbox and slipping in a disc. "Seriously, dude, what’s up? You didn’t sound like you wanted to punch something when you asked me to come over."

"Nothing, okay? It's just stupid shit." Dave snapped, barely even looking at his friend.

"You might as well tell me. I’m just going to bug you until you do." Josh scooped a controller up off the carpet and handed it to Karofsky, then grabbed the other one off the dresser for himself. "I’ll be really obnoxious about it, too. And I won’t share my corn chips."

Dave glared at Rossman. "Hummel went on a date, okay? With this totally douchey little fuck with a stick up his ass and all the hair gel in the country on his fucking head." Dave took a breath, tried to get himself to stop there, but the rest just sort of exploded out of him.

"He doesn't even like the guy, I don't think. He just wants a boyfriend so fucking bad. And this guy --he's a real fucking piece of work. He's just fucking with Kurt. I know it. But can I say anything? God, no. I'm just the dickwad sort-of-friend that's here to amuse Fancy until he gets bored with the novelty of having pet fucking bully wrapped around his perfect little finger. Fuck him. Fuck them both. He can go be with his perfect little fagtastic boyfriend at their perfect little school and just be fucking perfect together. I don't fucking care."

"Fuuuuck," Josh murmured, nodding. "You know, for someone who doesn’t give a shit, you just said a whole fucking lot."

"Go fuck yourself --I don't care."

"Okay, man." Josh thumbed the X button a few times to kill a zombie that had popped up on the screen. "So how long have you had a thing for Hummel?"

Dave didn't answer for a while. He just stared at the TV, one hand idly picking at a rough patch on the thigh of his jeans. "I don't know..." He finally muttered. "A while." He didn't bother mentioning that he was pretty sure it was more than just a "thing."

Josh paused the game and turned to face Karofsky. "If the dude Hummel went out with is as much of a douche as you say he is – Hummel’s fucking smart, okay? He sat in front of me in AP bio until he transferred, and never got below a B. He’s smart enough that he’ll notice the guy he’s with isn’t the guy he should be with."

Dave snorted quietly. "Right. And I'm any better?"

"Hells yeah!" Josh exclaimed. "You’re good people, Karofsky. Even if you’re a dumbass a lot of the time at school."

"Well, thanks, but I doubt some stupid fuck stoner thinking I'm 'good people' qualifies me to take that helmet-headed fuck's place." Dave sighed quietly. "Sorry. I didn't mean --well, I mean you are sort of a stupid fuck sometimes but I figure I'm allowed to call you that since I am, too. Sort of like how I'm kind of allowed to call shit gay now."

"That hurts me right here," Josh said, patting his chest and giving an exaggerated sniff. "You complete and utter douche." He un-paused the game and fucked a zombie’s shit up, then another. "Open the corn chips, man. I’m starving."

"You open 'em." Dave grumbled, pulling his phone out. For a second he contemplated seeing if it was AIM compatible, but he cut the train of thought off almost instantly.

"Can’t… killing… zombies!" Josh replied, button mashing as fast as he could. Like hell was a horde of zombies gonna take him down in the first fifteen minutes of gameplay. "Fucking… kill them… Karofsky!" But it was too late. A particularly ravenous reanimated corpse ate his fucking face. "Fuck!" He dropped the controller onto his lap and turned to glare at his friend.

"Sorry, what..?" Dave looked up from his phone, the web browser icon selected but not activated.

"You fucker, I’m a card-carrying member of the undead thanks to you." Josh glanced at Karofsky’s phone. "Tell me you’re not thinking of doing what I think you’re thinking of doing."

"...What do you think I’m thinking of doing?"

"I think you’re gonna log into AIM and either emo Hummel to death or yell at him." Josh opened the corn chips and snagged a couple, popping them into his mouth. "Neither of which you should do if you want in his pants in the foreseeable future."

"That’s totally not what I was thinking about doing." Dave hit the back button.

"Right," Josh snorted.

"It’s not!"

"… you know if you really wanted to IM him and didn’t feel like moving back to your desk, all you’d have to do is ask to borrow my Droid." Josh thumbed back to the menu of the game and restarted it in single player mode.

"No. You’re right. Probably not a good idea, anyway." He glanced up from his phone to look at the back of the other boy’s head. "Thanks, though. I know how pissy you get about people fucking with that thing."

"Hell yeah, I get pissy. That thing’s got my life on it." Josh patted his pocket absently and blew a zombie’s face off with a quick combo attack.

Dave found himself back on the web browser. Fuck. He didn’t even realize he’d done that. This time he’d gotten as far as opening it before he hit the back button again. Before he could think too hard about it, Dave tossed his phone across the room, watching it hit the carpet by the door with a dull thump. At least now he wouldn’t do something stupid.

Josh paused the game again when Karofsky’s phone landed on the floor. "Come on, man. Zombies? Corn chips?" He waved the bag and the controller at his friend, who didn’t even crack a smile. "Dude, seriously. Don’t make me blow you to get a smile out of you."

Dave snorted. Then rolled his eyes. "Shut up, dude."

"Oh come on, that wasn’t even half a smirk." Josh put the controller on the floor and got up, staring Karofsky down from the foot of the bed. "Smile."

"Eat me, you little bitch." Dave was pretty sure at some point soon he’d be refusing to smile solely to piss his friend off. It already wasn’t too far off the mark.

"What, you think I won’t, you fucker? I’ve been preparing for any eventuality, including the possibility that the future Mrs. Santana Rossman is a kinky little minx." Josh’s eyes glazed a little.

"...Wow. Creepy and delusional. Good combo, bro."

"Hey, someday Santana will reciprocate my love. And then, on that glorious day, she’ll finally let me touch her boobs." Josh shook his head to clear it. "Now smile. I will suck you off if I have to."

"Shut up, Rossman. Go back to your fucking game. I’m totally happy wallowing in my own awe-inspiring levels of pathetic, thanks."

"Oh, that is it." Josh put the controller down on the floor and whipped off his hat, then his hoodie. "You are going to get a piece of this, my homosexual friend, and you’re going to like it."

"...Wait, what? Dude, I thought you were kidding." Dave was already in the process of getting up. He wasn’t sure what for yet, though. Maybe to smack Rossman. "What the hell’s this supposed to solve? I mean --how high are you right now?"

"I ran out of weed yesterday. Now shut the fuck up, sit back down, and ogle my fine self." Josh tugged his tee shirt up over his head. "I can do a little dance if you want." He kicked off his sneakers and unzipped his jeans.

"Really not sure how I feel about this, dude." Even so, Dave found himself sinking back down onto his bed.

"I said shut the fuck up." Josh shoved his jeans down and stepped out of them, but not before fishing a couple plastic packets out of the left back pocket. "Well, don’t just sit there. Open your fucking fly at least."

"Um..." Dave was trying to find it in him to keep arguing, even as his hands went to the front of his jeans.

Josh checked the door lock and then started to shuck off his Spongebob boxers, but thought better of it. He grabbed his hat from the floor, and knelt on the bed wearing the boxers, his earflaps, and his red, wooly argyle socks. He spread his arms wide. "Feast your eyes on this, dude."

"I --what do you want me to say?" Not that Dave was oblivious to his friend's bangability. He was totally hot ...in an obnoxious "I sort of want to punch you" sort of way. But he wasn't Kurt. "You're way sexy. Happy?" Well, at least he meant it.

"Well, you’re not, but it’s a start." Josh crawled forward and batted Karofsky’s hands away from his fly. "Christ on a fucking cracker, Karofsky. I thought you were a shower, not a grower."

"I'm not what?" Dave snapped. "Sexy or happy? Cause I swear to god, dude I--" He looked down at his crotch, then smirked. "Yeah, well."

"Happy, you retard. You’re not happy." Reaching down and grabbing Karofsky’s fucking massive dick, Josh said, "So, we gonna do this the trashy hooker way or do I get to kiss you? ‘Cause kissing is pretty goddamn awesome."

He grunted quietly when his friend touched him, but Rossman's phrasing threw Dave off. "I --uh. It's not that I don't wanna, dude. It's just..." Dave's gaze flitted to his computer, then back to Rossman. "Hummel's been all fucking obsessed with --I mean. I kissed him. One time. And ever since he's been all fucking obsessed with 'replacing' his first gay kiss and I --don't want to. Replace mine, I mean."

Josh burst out laughing, but before Karofsky could punch him, he held up a hand. "You complete fucktard, that’ll still be your first gay kiss. Nobody actually gets a do-over. And anyway, I’m not gay. I’m omnisexual." He paused. "Well, when it comes to people anyway." He paused again, ear flaps flapping as he tilted his head. "Adult or semi-adult people. Fuck it, I just like to get off."

Dave thought it over for a minute and found that, yeah, it hella made sense. "Okay." He muttered but, rather than elaborate, he just grabbed his friend by his stupid fucking hat, pulled him up into his lap and kissed him roughly.

Josh sprawled over Karofsky’s lap, releasing his dick and wrapping his arms around the dude like he was some fucking girl. This was awesome. He’d never made out with anyone who was bigger than him before. He grinned against Karofsky’s mouth and broke the kiss. "So, you want me to suck you off, or you want me to try one of the other things I’ve been practicing for my fair lady?"

Dave stared at the other boy for a second. "...Do I even wanna know what kind of weird shit you get up to?"

"Hey, I am a fucking Boy Scout when it comes to preparedness, my friend." Josh sat up so one wooly-socked foot was planted on either side of Karofsky. "For all I know she’s into pegging. I made some purchases."

"I'm pretty sure that really shouldn't be as hot as it is." Dave wished he was more mobile so he could just do. Working shit out beforehand was never his strong suit. So he didn't bother answering, and made do with what he could do. He pulled his friend into another kiss, biting at his bottom lip as he pulled Rossman's retarded ass boxers down over his hips. And fuck if the dude hadn't had a point when he'd said he had a fuckable ass. One hand moved to grip said fuckable ass, fingers digging into the other boy's flesh as he jerked him forward in his lap.

"Oh, fuck, that’s fucking sweet, man," Josh babbled as their cocks rubbed together. "This gay shit is fucking awesome." He tugged on Karofsky’s shirt. "Take this off, dude. Let me see your hairy fucking chest."

"You're so fucking weird." Dave muttered as he complied, tugging his shirt up and off. He tossed it on the floor, hands moving back to touch the other boy again immediately after.

"You know it," Josh replied. He rubbed his hands over Karofsky’s chest. "This is fucking hot, dude. Don’t ever shave it like those metrosexual douches at school." Then he leaned back and reached for the pile of plastic packets he’d tossed onto the bed. "What’ll it be, Karofsky? Flavored or no?" He held up two different condoms, but then wrapped an arm around the back of Karofsky’s neck and kissed him again.

"Don't fucking care. S'your mouth." Dave lowered his head, lips attaching to the side of Rossman's neck.

Josh moaned like a little bitch when Karofsky sucked on his neck. He figured he could just punch Karofsky in the face later, if he told anyone. "No, numbnuts. Flavored means I blow you. Not flavored means I sit on that fucking truncheon you call a dick."

Dave huffed a laugh against Rossman's neck. He didn't know what the fuck a truncheon was, but he got the general idea. "Could always do both."

"How about this," Josh said, grinding his cock up against Karofsky’s. "I’ll blow you until my jaw gets sore, which will probably be pretty fucking soon." He dragged a hand down Karofsky’s side, fingers resting low on his ribs and his thumb rubbing through his chest hair. "Then I’ll slick up and ride you until you blow your load. Then you’ll blow me."

Dave nodded dumbly, for once glad that Rossman, however dumb he seemed at times, was the thinker between the two of them. "Yeah... Yeah, 'kay. That... definitely works."

"Good deal." Josh pulled back and knelt next to Karofsky, pushing one hand against his chest so Karofsky would lean back against the headboard. He ripped open the (strawberry) flavored condom and rolled it down Karofsky’s dick. "Try not to destroy my hat when you get all grabby," he said. He eyed the latex-sheathed cock and muttered, "It’s no bigger than a cucumber," to himself before sucking the head into his mouth.

Dave's hips jerked upward slightly when he felt lips on his dick, the action sending a slight jolt of pain down his bad leg. Totally fucking worth it, though. "Holy shit, dude..."

Josh’s mouth popped off Karofsky’s dick. "Hold the fuck still, asshat. Do you really want this to turn all scary sadomasochistic with your knee pain?" Then he sucked back down, bobbing his head down a little further.

Dave snorted. "Sorry, man. Didn't mean to." One hand grabbed hold of his comforter, twisting it slightly, while the other went to the back of Rossman's head. It wasn't right. It wasn't wrong, either, but it wasn't Kurt. Even so, it was still fucking hot as shit.

Jerking Karofsky’s cock with one hand, Josh started to bob and suck like he’d practiced. He was fucking good at this. He didn’t necessarily love the way his jaw was stretching wide open around Karofsky’s dick, but he could feel by the way Karofsky’s hand kept clenching on his head, rubbing his hat over his scalp, that the dude was really into it, so what the fuck ever, he could deal.

Dave bit down on his bottom lip. Hard. It was the only way to keep himself quiet and, as much as he didn't care how bad he traumatized Jackie, it was still sort of... embarrassing.

His jaw was getting pretty tired at this point. Josh tried to reach the other brightly-colored packets on the bed while still keeping a rhythm going on Karofsky’s dick, but he couldn’t. He released Karofsky’s cock again, licking his lips and looking up at his friend. "Fuck, dude, your mouth is bleeding." He reached over and grabbed a little single-use pack of lube and tore it open. "Here. Make yourself useful." He passed the lube to Karofsky and stripped off the condom, then turned around so he was straddling Karofsky’s thighs, facing his feet.

Dave sucked his lower lip into his mouth and, sure enough, there was that familiar coppery taste. He was.. confused, for a moment, over Rossman's words. Then it clicked. "Um, dude. Why'd you have all this shit on hand?" He asked, squeezing half of the tube onto his fingers. He was really glad he'd gotten over his thing about gay porn. Actually, he probably watched way too much of it these days, but that was entirely beside the point.

"God, you've got a nice ass." Ahh, crap. He hadn't meant to say that out loud. Before Rossman could think of something arrogant as fuck to say, Dave slid his first two fingers between the other boy's cheeks, pressing lightly against his entrance. He hoped it was enough to distract from what he'd said because, really, he'd never hear the end of it if it wasn't.

"Dude, that’s what I’ve been saying," Josh panted. "I was a little offended that you didn’t want to tap it when you came out to me." He shoved his hips back against Karofsky’s blunt fingertips, hissing as they slipped over his hole. "Come on, man, I’m not a fucking virgin -- alright, I am, but I own a fucking dildo. I don’t keep it as a combination paperweight and – " he moaned a little as Karofsky’s fingers circled his hole again. " – and fucking conversation piece, put your fingers in my ass already. Fuck."

"Okay, okay, Christ. Fucking bossy..." Dave slid two of his fingers into his friend's ass slowly, a gravelly moan working its way up from deep in his chest.

Josh let out a noise that was caught halfway between a laugh and a groan. "Fuck yes. I don’t know why more guys aren’t into this." He rocked his ass back on Karofsky’s fingers, taking them deeper. "Fucking awesome."

Dave drove his fingers in deeper, eyes locked on the sight of them disappearing into Rossman's ass. "Holy... fucking shit..."

"Yeah, man," Josh moaned. He leaned forward and gathered the comforter on either side of Karofsky’s legs into his hands, using the new angle to fuck back on his friend’s fingers like a fucking porn star. "Slide those big fucking fingers right up my fucking ass. Fuck yeah." His hole stretched a little more every time he shoved his hips back, and he looked back between his legs to see a bead of pre-come forming on the tip of his dick. "Shit. Put a third one in. I’m gonna need it so I can take your fucking huge cock."

Dave pulled out, then pressed back in with three fingers. He grabbed hold of Rossman's hip with his other hand, pulling him down onto his fingers roughly. He didn't know if he wanted his friend to keep talking or to shut the fuck up. He twisted his wrist sharply once his fingers were buried inside the other boy, holding him down on his hand.

"Fuuuuuck," Josh whined, grinding against Karofsky’s hand. His fingers clenched around their handfuls of comforter and he spread his knees a little wider. "Do that again, you fucker. Shit. Get me nice and loose so I can sit right down on your fucking dick." He reached back with one hand, dragging the tip of his middle finger around his hole where it was stretched around Karofsky’s fingers. "Come on, Karofsky. Fuck your fingers into my hole. Do it."

"Goddamn--" Dave twisted his wrist again, then pulled out and shoved back in, "--you're such a little--" he did it again, "--fucking freak." He repeated the action one more time before he started fingering Rossman in earnest, sliding in and out of him hard and fast.

If anyone asked later he’d probably deny it, but the minute Karofsky started hammering his fingers into Josh’s ass, Josh started making noises like those big-dicked bitches in tranny porn did when they got their asses pounded. Josh liked to think he was hotter than them when he was doing it though. Even still, he only lasted a minute before he had to fucking slow down, had to – "Fuck – fuck – fuck – ohfuck -- Karof – sky – " he wailed, throwing his head back. His friend was the shit at this. If Karofsky didn’t get his boy, Josh would definitely be up for another round. "Fucking – stop – before I – before – I fucking shoot!"

"Y'fuckin' like that?" Dave growled. He couldn't help it --he grinned. Then reached around and grabbed the base of Rossman's dick firmly to keep him from coming as he shoved his fingers in as deep as they would go and worked them.

"Fuckfuck ohfuuuuck," Josh yelled as his orgasm was denied. "I fucking hate you bro, you suck so much, oh fuck, keep fucking doing that…" He circled his hips, humping back on Karofsky’s fingers and feeling his friend’s knuckles grind against that sensitive patch under his balls. His eyes rolled back and he probably drooled a little as Karofsky’s fingers rubbed his prostate. He reached back again, this time grabbing for Karofsky’s dick.

Dave groaned loudly, thrusting up into Rossman's hand. He kept his fingers buried inside the other boy, turning his wrist and crooking his fingers. "Yeah --fuck yeah --that's it --that --fuck..."

"Don’t you fucking dare come before you get your dick up my ass, Karofsky," Josh panted. He grabbed a Trojan and held it out behind him, muscles straining as he held himself above the comforter and Karofsky’s injured knee without using his hands.

Dave nodded jerkily, letting go of Rossman's dick so he could snatch the condom from the other boy. He tore the wrapper open with his teeth, fingers still moving inside his friend. After a second, though, he conceded to the fact that he'd need to stop if he ever wanted to get the rubber on and fuck him already. Dave pulled out of him so he could roll the condom onto his cock. He pulled at Rossman's hip with one hand, the other moving to clumsily empty the rest of the lube onto his erection. "C'mon. C'mon, sit on my fucking dick."

"Oh, fuck yeah." Josh got up on his knees, but then, just before he reached back to position Karofsky’s dick, he thought of something. "Shit, wait a second." He leaned forward again, this time stretching to reach his jeans, which were half on the floor, half on the foot of the bed. When his fingers caught them, he fished his hand into the front pocket and grabbed a small object, then let the jeans fall.

"Dude, come on. What the shit are you doing?" The second Rossman dropped his jeans, Dave was pulling him back, rubbing the head of his dick across the other boy's hole.

"Awfuck," Josh whined as his friend’s cock caught on the rim of his asshole. He knelt up again and reached down to hold Karofsky’s dick steady, then pushed down against it. "Shit you’re huge," he muttered, biting his lips as he bore down and the head slipped inside. "Shit, shit, shitfuck," he panted. He spread his knees further and circled his hips, grinding his ass slowly down around the shaft of Karofsky’s goddamn telephone pole.

Dave's breath caught as Rossman took his cock in. Once he was halfway down, he took control, grip tightening on his friend's hips as he pulled him back up, nearly all the way off his dick, then pulled him back down slowly, stopping halfway again. He did it a second time, but when he pulled Rossman back down he didn't stop until he was balls deep in the other boy. Finally he let out the breath he'd been holding, using Rossman's hips to grind him on his dick.

Josh leaned back against Karofsky’s chest, panting. "Fucking fuck, Karofsky," he muttered. He turned his head to kiss his friend as he raised his hips just enough the zipper of Karofsky’s jeans wasn’t biting into his ass, and so each movement fucked the bigger boy’s dick in and out of him just a little. His own dick was dripping, twitching into the air with every grind of Karofsky’s shaft against his prostate, but he didn’t grab it, not yet. "Fucking awesome, your fucking cock in my ass, yeah, fuck me, bro," he moaned into Karofsky’s mouth. "Gonna work you like those fucking boy sluts in porn, shit…"

Dave's hands never left Rossman's hips, guiding him as he sucked the other boy's bottom lip into his mouth, teeth working it just hard enough. "God --yeah, c'mon. Fuuuck yes." One hand moved from his friend's hip to smooth heavily up the other boy's stomach, his chest. "Nnh..! Sit up you fucking dick. Let me fuck you."

"No fucking way, dude, your knee." Josh leaned back up, though, and then forward. "Got a better idea." His fingers clenching around the object from his jeans as he got down on his elbows, moved his knees back, and started to fuck down onto Karofsky’s dick. "Oh, fuck…" he groaned, shoving down until his balls were rubbing against his friend’s jeans before pulling back up. Shit, he didn’t know how those porn dudes did it. He rocked forward and back again, this time grinding down a little harder.

"Yeah, my knee --I know." Dave groaned, his grip tightening on his friend's hips as he moved. "S'not what I meant you 'tard." And then he showed him exactly what he had meant, using the grip he had on Rossman to move him, fucking him on his cock.

"Oh shit, oh -- " Josh cut off, biting his lip as Karofsky drove his hips up and down in a hard, fast rhythm. And soon enough, there he went, whining and moaning like some bitch again, like Karofsky’s dick was hitting some short circuit that shot straight to his mouth, and every time it slid in hard, he let out a loud cry that he couldn’t stifle. And all the cheesy, seemingly fake dialogue bottoms seemed to spout in porn started rolling off his lips. "Fuck, fuck, fuck me, shove that dick inside my ass, fuck me, dude, fuck, so fucking good…"

"Oh, fuck --yeah --yeah --yeah..." Dave pulled him down harder, letting his head fall back. He wasn't surprised that Rossman was talky as fuck. It wasn't what he'd wanted for his first time. What he'd wanted was Kurt and an entirely different scenario. But this... this was fucking good so he really wasn't complaining.

Josh was gonna have huge bruises on his hips later, where Karofsky’s massive fingers were gripping them. But he couldn’t help but think of smaller, softer hands holding onto him, of pretty tits and full lips and long, dark hair, and riding a big, rubber cock strapped around perfectly curved hips. "Fuck, fuck, Jesusfuck -- " he gasped, sitting up so he could frantically jerk his dick with one hand and thumb a button on the object he still gripped with the other. Hand now tingling from the vibrations of the mini bullet he was holding, he cupped Karofsky’s balls and ground down against him.

"What's th-- ohhhh my fucking god holyfuckinshi--!" Dave's back arched and he let go of Rossman's hips, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyelids so hard that he saw blooms of color. He let out a broken groan as he came, telling himself that the noise coming out of his mouth definitely was not Kurt's name.

Still circling his hips in a slow grind, feeling Karofsky’s dick slip in and out of his ass a few inches at a time, Josh shut off the bullet and tossed it aside. "Shit, man. I gotta -- " He squeezed around the base of his cock like Karofsky had earlier. "You gotta fucking blow me, dude." He reached for the last flavored condom and eased his ass up with a raspy moan that caught in his throat as the head of his friend’s dick popped out of his hole. "Fuck, that feels fucking weird."

Dave just nodded, holding onto the base of the condom as his friend pulled off of him. He pulled it off and tied off the end, tossing it... in the general area of his trash can. "'Kay, yeah. C'mere."

Josh rolled on the flavored condom and stood on shaky legs, still mindful of Karofsky’s injury. He turned so he was holding onto the top edge of the headboard with his feet planted on either side of his friend’s hips. "Come on, dude. Suck my fucking dick."

Dave sat up, bending his good knee, and held on to the backs of Rossman's thighs. "Those socks are fucking retarded, by the way." He muttered, then took his friend's dick in his mouth, tongue sliding over the head before he started sucking.

"Fuck," Josh hissed, gripping the headboard tight as he tried to keep from shoving his dick down Karofsky’s fucking throat. "My socks are fucking awesome, you douchenozzle. Awshit yeah, suck my cock."

Dave snorted at the name. Whatever, he'd get the little fuck back for that. He let go of one of Rossman's thighs, hand sliding up the inside before he slid two fingers back into him in one, quick stroke. He started pumping them in and out quickly as he sucked, the other boy's cock hitting the back of his throat, then sliding down it and --fuck, wasn't that supposed to be hard to do?

Josh was vaguely certain that at one point he’d been able to speak. As it was, with his dick in Karofsky’s throat and Karofsky’s fingers hammering into his ass, it was only his hands on the headboard that kept him upright. He thought he might be fucking crying, this was so fucking good. His mouth was open on a string of unintelligible vowel sounds, his legs shuddering and his hips twitching toward Karofsky’s hot mouth, and then back toward his fingers. He couldn’t, he --

Dave swallowed around Rossman's cock, fingers twisting roughly in his ass as this throat worked around the head of his dick.

"Ohfuckohfuck -- " Josh yelled, throwing his head back as he came. His legs threatened to collapse, but at the last second he remembered Karofsky’s immobilizer and pitched himself sideways. He bounced once on the mattress and then flopped off the edge of the bed, landing with a thump and a muffled curse, face-down on the carpet.

Dave sat, stunned, then looked over at his friend. And laughed. "Good job, you fucking twat."

Josh turned his head and spat out a stray carpet fiber that had made its way into his mouth. "Shut the fuck up, I saved your knee. I’m a fucking hero." He rolled over on his back and pulled off the condom. "When the fuck did you learn to deep throat, Karofsky?" He tied the condom off and tossed it in the trash can, then dragged himself back up onto the bed. One of his socks had fallen down around his ankle. He sat up and fixed it.

"I, uh... just lucky, I guess. Didn't know I could." Dave tucked himself back into his jeans and did his fly. He'd ask where Rossman learned to take a dick like a fucking pro, but he really didn't want any rambling stories about his dildo collection. As funny as that was.

"Well fuck, you can suck my dick anytime. Long as you let me at yours again, I mean." Josh looked around the room for his boxers, spotting them on the floor next to Karofsky. He got up, his legs still wobbly, and stretched up toward the ceiling, arching his back.

"The fuck're you doing, dude?" Dave asked, grabbing his shirt and pulling it on.

"What’s it look like?" Josh replied, bending down to grab his ankles. "Making sure you didn’t fuck any cramps into me when you were pounding my ass." He stood up straight and walked to the other side of the bed to grab his boxers, slipping them on. Then he sat down on the floor and began to stretch his legs.

Dave snorted. "Whatever, dude." He located the two Xbox controllers and tossed one at Rossman. "C'mon." He sat back against the head of his bed and realized something. He actually felt a lot better...

{ Pretty sure none of you even noticed after what we just did to your brains, but we'll be fixing the mismatched preview image later.

[ETA] Preview fixed! And "Kurtofsky"s removed. WTF, selves... }