Fic: When You Hold A Flame (Vol 1: Track 8)
Series: When You Hold A Flame
Title: Poison
Pairing,Character(s): Dave Karofsky/Kurt Hummel
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 701
Spoilers: Specific through 2x06. Through 2x08, AU after that (Series)
Warnings: Swearing, mild sexuality.
Previous Chapters: HERE
A/N: Last track for this volume! Download link for the accompanying fanmix will be at the end of this track.
Summary: He raises his fist and it’s trembling. He’s not sure if that’s from rage or sheer terror that he’s about to do something he’ll regret.
I hear you calling and it's needles and pins (and pins)
I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
Don't wanna touch you but you're under my skin (deep in)
I wanna kiss you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison running through my veins
You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains
“I am talking to you!”
Fuck, no. Not here. For god’s sake not here. This place was sacred. Hummel could not come in here. “Girl’s locker room is next door,” he says, hoping he can blow this off, but knowing that if Hummel followed him in here, he probably wasn’t going to give up that easily.
“What is your problem?” Hummel says as he comes closer, around the bench, and Dave’s heart is pounding practically out of his chest and into his brain. “Excuse me” is all he can think to say as he turns to face him, and Hummel comes even closer. Motherfucking -shit-.
“What are you so scared of?” he asks, and Dave damn well knows the true answer to that but he won’t say it out loud, especially when Hummel can hear it, so he just sneers.
“Besides you sneaking in here to peek at my junk?” Because that would definitely not be what Dave wants, no, definitely not. Shit, the thoughts in his head right now were not good ones. He bends down to put his skates down on the bench and pretends that his entire focus isn’t on Hummel’s every word.
“Oh, yeah, every straight guy’s nightmare,” he says, and Dave somehow feels simultaneously elated and…disappointed?...to hear Hummel refer to him as straight, “that all of us gays are secretly out to molest and convert you!” Well good job dispelling that stereotype because you fucking did, Dave thinks, at least to that last part. Fancy hasn’t molested him…at least not outside his dreams. He can’t help his tongue sliding out to wet his lips at the thought, but he’ll pretend that didn’t happen. He can’t think thoughts like that now. He can’t want those things, not when he’s alone with Hummel. Things could get ugly if he does. “Well guess what, Hamhock? You’re not my type!”
He almost laughs. After the whole “blindingly-obvious-crush-on-Hudson” thing last year, Hummel was not going to be able to get away with that. Jocks were definitely his type. “That right?” he says mockingly, but Hummel doesn’t back down, and god, he’s getting even closer.
“Yeah, I don’t dig on chubby boys who sweat too much and are gonna be bald by the time they’re thirty.”
Ouch. That…hurts way more than it should. If Hudson was his type, then Dave should be too, so he must be really ugly or something. Fan-fucking-tastic. He raises his fist and it’s trembling. He’s not sure if that’s from rage or sheer terror that he’s about to do something he’ll regret. “Do not push me, Hummel,” he says through clenched teeth. He’s not sure what he’s going to do but maybe he can still scare the homo into leaving before…before he does whatever it is.
He watches Hummel’s eyes dart down to his fist before they rise up again with a steely strength that does unspeakable things to him. “You gonna hit me? Do it.”
Is that what he’s going to do? He’s not sure. But he raises the fist again, to let Hummel know he’s serious. “Don’t push me!” he says again, his voice getting louder, too loud, and he slams the locker door shut in frustration. This cannot be happening. Not here. It shouldn’t be happening anywhere but least of all here. Hummel’s coming closer, god why is he so close?
“Hit me cause it’s not gonna change who I am. You can’t punch the gay out of me any more than I can punch the ignoramus out of you!”
He’s not sure if it hurts more to hear Hummel call him an ignoramus or to hear him imply that he can never change. He can change, surely he can change, of course he can change. “Get out of my face!” he yells, tears almost breaking through, desperate for him to just leave. His entire body is shaking and goddammit, Hummel’s not listening, he’s getting even closer now. Too close, his face is so damn close, close enough he could almost-
“You are nothing but a scared little boy who can’t handle how extraordinarily ordinary you are!”
Dave feels those words like an icy hand on his heart, and something inside him snaps.
End: Volume 1 - Repression
Volume 1 Download: HERE
Title: Poison
Pairing,Character(s): Dave Karofsky/Kurt Hummel
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 701
Spoilers: Specific through 2x06. Through 2x08, AU after that (Series)
Warnings: Swearing, mild sexuality.
Previous Chapters: HERE
A/N: Last track for this volume! Download link for the accompanying fanmix will be at the end of this track.
Summary: He raises his fist and it’s trembling. He’s not sure if that’s from rage or sheer terror that he’s about to do something he’ll regret.
I hear you calling and it's needles and pins (and pins)
I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
Don't wanna touch you but you're under my skin (deep in)
I wanna kiss you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison running through my veins
You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains
“I am talking to you!”
Fuck, no. Not here. For god’s sake not here. This place was sacred. Hummel could not come in here. “Girl’s locker room is next door,” he says, hoping he can blow this off, but knowing that if Hummel followed him in here, he probably wasn’t going to give up that easily.
“What is your problem?” Hummel says as he comes closer, around the bench, and Dave’s heart is pounding practically out of his chest and into his brain. “Excuse me” is all he can think to say as he turns to face him, and Hummel comes even closer. Motherfucking -shit-.
“What are you so scared of?” he asks, and Dave damn well knows the true answer to that but he won’t say it out loud, especially when Hummel can hear it, so he just sneers.
“Besides you sneaking in here to peek at my junk?” Because that would definitely not be what Dave wants, no, definitely not. Shit, the thoughts in his head right now were not good ones. He bends down to put his skates down on the bench and pretends that his entire focus isn’t on Hummel’s every word.
“Oh, yeah, every straight guy’s nightmare,” he says, and Dave somehow feels simultaneously elated and…disappointed?...to hear Hummel refer to him as straight, “that all of us gays are secretly out to molest and convert you!” Well good job dispelling that stereotype because you fucking did, Dave thinks, at least to that last part. Fancy hasn’t molested him…at least not outside his dreams. He can’t help his tongue sliding out to wet his lips at the thought, but he’ll pretend that didn’t happen. He can’t think thoughts like that now. He can’t want those things, not when he’s alone with Hummel. Things could get ugly if he does. “Well guess what, Hamhock? You’re not my type!”
He almost laughs. After the whole “blindingly-obvious-crush-on-Hudson” thing last year, Hummel was not going to be able to get away with that. Jocks were definitely his type. “That right?” he says mockingly, but Hummel doesn’t back down, and god, he’s getting even closer.
“Yeah, I don’t dig on chubby boys who sweat too much and are gonna be bald by the time they’re thirty.”
Ouch. That…hurts way more than it should. If Hudson was his type, then Dave should be too, so he must be really ugly or something. Fan-fucking-tastic. He raises his fist and it’s trembling. He’s not sure if that’s from rage or sheer terror that he’s about to do something he’ll regret. “Do not push me, Hummel,” he says through clenched teeth. He’s not sure what he’s going to do but maybe he can still scare the homo into leaving before…before he does whatever it is.
He watches Hummel’s eyes dart down to his fist before they rise up again with a steely strength that does unspeakable things to him. “You gonna hit me? Do it.”
Is that what he’s going to do? He’s not sure. But he raises the fist again, to let Hummel know he’s serious. “Don’t push me!” he says again, his voice getting louder, too loud, and he slams the locker door shut in frustration. This cannot be happening. Not here. It shouldn’t be happening anywhere but least of all here. Hummel’s coming closer, god why is he so close?
“Hit me cause it’s not gonna change who I am. You can’t punch the gay out of me any more than I can punch the ignoramus out of you!”
He’s not sure if it hurts more to hear Hummel call him an ignoramus or to hear him imply that he can never change. He can change, surely he can change, of course he can change. “Get out of my face!” he yells, tears almost breaking through, desperate for him to just leave. His entire body is shaking and goddammit, Hummel’s not listening, he’s getting even closer now. Too close, his face is so damn close, close enough he could almost-
“You are nothing but a scared little boy who can’t handle how extraordinarily ordinary you are!”
Dave feels those words like an icy hand on his heart, and something inside him snaps.
End: Volume 1 - Repression
Volume 1 Download: HERE