Entwined 17
Dave was shocked and very turned on at how aggressive Kurt was. It was seriously one of the hottest things he'd ever experienced in his life. The fact that the guy, who he'd been in love with since fourth grade, not only found him attractive, but seemingly wanted to have sex with him, was seriously blowing his mind.
Kurt was making small, needy noises in the back of his throat as he and Dave made out and Dave couldn't help himself. He snapped his hips forward, pressed a large thigh between Kurt's and grabbed his face and kissed him in earnest then.
If he was going to get this shot with Kurt he was not going to blow it. They stood there for what seemed like hours exploring the inner planes of each other's mouths and rubbing hands and fingers over each other. It was like everything Dave had dreamed, but better.
He finally felt his lungs burning and disentangled himself from Kurt.
"Holy Shit, Fancy."
"I could say the same for you, David. Where in the hell did you learn to kiss like that?"
"I have been in relationship before, Kurt."
"That's not what I meant, you are the best kisser I've ever met. I can't even…"
Kurt stood there in shock staring at Dave.
Suddenly they were flying back together, and making out again. It was like both had been dying of thirst in the desert and they were each other's oases. Dave felt himself hardening and knew if he didn't stop soon he wouldn't be able to.
The last thing he needed or wanted was to scare Kurt away or pressure him into something he didn't want.
He pushed Kurt away.
"Okay, Kurt. You need to go stand over there."
"What? Why?"
"Because I need to think and I can't when you're sticking your tongue down my throat."
"Like this is all my fault!"
"I'm not blaming you. I just need to not have you in my personal space right now."
"Fine."
Kurt stomped over to the other side of the kitchen and pouted as Dave paced back and forth.
"Yeah, there is no way we can work together, now. It's gonna be too awkward. We should just pretend this didn't happen."
"David, look at me."
Kurt was back in front of Dave. He took his face in his hands.
"This did happen. We both wanted it to happen. There is nothing wrong with it. Stop freaking out, okay? I don't know why you think you need to protect me, but I am a grown man just like you. I have had sex with men before, I mean hello, Blaine?"
Dave cringed at the mention of Blaine.
"I like kissing you, Dave. And if it leads to sex, I'm not going to say no."
Dave stepped back his eyes wide with shock.
He stared into Kurt's eyes and saw nothing but sincerity in them.
He sighed. He didn't know he had even been holding his breath, but all the tension and fear left his body with that breath.
He allowed himself to be led to the living room then.
Kurt pushed him on to the couch and straddled his lap.
The contact between their groins sent a shockwave through Dave and he groaned.
He could feel Kurt grin against his lips and rolled his hips once more.
Dave slammed a palm down on the seat cushion.
"Fuck, Kurt. If you want this to go anywhere, you need to quit doing that."
Kurt grinned even wider, and then resumed kissing Dave.
Dave loved this position. It felt intimate and comfortable and safe almost.
Like being there with Kurt was a shelter and someplace he could identify as being home.
Kurt finally lifted his head and stared into Dave's eyes.
His eyes were shuttered with desire, his lips were swollen, and his cheeks were dotted with red. He looked wrecked and they had only been kissing.
Dave couldn't help but instantly envision Kurt on his knees with Kurt's lips wrapped around his cock.
He immediately blushed, and Kurt grinned and Dave knew Kurt knew what he had been thinking.
Before he could say anything, Kurt was on his knees.
He deftly removed Dave's belt, opened the fly of his pants, and expertly pulled down his boxers and pants passed his knees.
Dave's hard cock sprung free, and he instantly felt self-conscious when he saw Kurt staring at it.
Then Kurt licked his lips, and bent to take it in his mouth.
Dave gasped and nearly came right there and then.
It had been far too fucking long and the hot, wet heat of Kurt's mouth was unlike anything Dave had experienced in his entire life.
He let his head fall back against the couch cushions and carded a hand in Kurt's hair.
He stayed as still as he could, because he didn't want to hurt Kurt.
But then Kurt relaxed his jaw and swallowed him whole.
He really groaned then. He was so close to coming. He just needed a bit more.
Suddenly he felt Kurt come off him and stand up.
Dave's heart immediately plummeted into his feet. Kurt had played him and was leaving.
Instead Kurt stood up, walked into Dave's bathroom, and shut the door.
Dave sat there trembling, trying to figure out what was happening.
A few minutes later Kurt was walking out of the bathroom naked, with a full hard on, carrying a box of condoms and Dave's lube.
"So, as much as blowing you is fun, I'd rather just have you fuck me."
Dave sat in shock as he watched Kurt walk toward him.
He was fucking beautiful. Not a single blemish or flaw on his body. No fat, just hard muscle and bones, and creamy skin, and a very, very long, thick cock jutting out in front of him.
Dave had often imagined what Kurt looked like without anything on, but nothing prepared him for the actual sight.
He sat for a few seconds watching an increasingly irritated Kurt stare back at him.
"Are you going to fuck me or not?"
That snapped Dave out of his daydream and he moved to stand up.
Kurt just shook his head.
He pushed Dave back down and straddled him once again.
He reached between them and grasped both of their cocks and rubbed them together.
Dave couldn't help but thrust up as Kurt thrust down.
The sensation was amazing and overwhelming and Dave was already close to the edge once more.
Their precome made the slide easier and just as Dave felt the familiar building sensation in his groin, Kurt stopped.
He grabbed a condom and quickly rolled it on Dave.
He took some of the lube and poured a generous amount on Dave.
Working slowly up and down the base, barely touching Dave, but stimulating him just enough to get him completely hard and aching.
Dave gritted his teeth with the insane pressure he felt.
Then Kurt propped his knees on Dave's legs and reached around behind himself, and Dave stared in shock as Kurt sunk down onto two of his fingers.
Kurt groaned and bit his lip.
Dave had been wrong. THIS was the hottest thing he'd ever seen. Kurt preparing himself. He added a third finger and groaned again.
Then he removed his fingers and grabbed Dave's cock.
He squeezed from the bottom and then sunk down slowly over Dave until Dave was completely sheathed to the hilt.
He felt Kurt trembling above him as he allowed himself to adjust to the size of Dave.
Then Kurt was moving up and down and everything in Dave's mind left.
He became intent on meeting Kurt thrust for thrust.
He could feel Kurt tiring above him
Flipped them so he was over Kurt.
Kurt adjusted his legs and wrapped them around Dave's waist.
The angle gave Dave just enough room to hit Kurt's prostrate with every thrust.
He felt Kurt tense up and shudder the first time, he hit it, and he knew exactly the right tempo and angel to keep thrusting.
Dave let his hand wander to Kurt's cock then and when he felt himself close to tipping over the edge, grasped Kurt and tugged once, twice, then tree times. Kurt came with a low groan, and coated Dave's fingers with his cum.
Kurt clamped down around Dave like a vice grip, and Dave was coming harder than he ever had in his entire life.
He shuddered and braced himself on shaky arms, so that he wouldn't crush Kurt.
He was still trembling a few seconds later, when he finally pulled out of Kurt.
He heard Kurt hiss as he lowered his legs.
Kurt stood up and nearly fell over.
Dave grabbed him and steadied him.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, umm I'm going to use your bathroom if you don't mind."
"Sure."
Kurt moved to walk away.
"Hey, Kurt. Next time, can you at least let me undress you?"
"Yeah, there won't be a next time, Dave. This was a mistake."
Dave felt like he had been punched in the stomach.
"A mistake?"
"Just drop it, Dave. Please."
Kurt looked tortured. He finally turned away and walked to Dave's bathroom.
Dave pulled on his boxers and a t-shirt and walked into his kitchen.
He sat as his island trying to figure out what the hell he had done wrong.
He was still mulling it over when Kurt walked out of the bathroom.
He looked composed and elegant as ever.
They caught eyes for a few brief seconds before Kurt turned to leave.
"Kurt, I don't know what I did wrong, but whatever it was, I'm sorry."
"Dave, you didn't do anything wrong. I just realized I'm not ready for this. I have to go. I'm sorry."
Kurt opened the side door and was gone.
Dave couldn't help the lone tear that trickled down his face.
"But I love you, Kurt."
The words hung in the air, as Kurt drove away.
Dave wiped the tear away angrily.
He really was a moron.
Dave tried to watch television in the living room, but every time he looked around all he could see was himself having sex with Kurt, and the way in which it had ended.
So he went to bed, but every time he closed his eyes all he could see was Kurt's lips wrapped around his cock.
"Get out of my head, Kurt!"
Dave flung himself against his bed in frustration.
He pulled out one of his old comic books and tried to let his mind wander to other things.
An hour later as he was just feeling sleepy, he received a text message.
It was from Kurt.
He opened it, hoping that maybe Kurt had come to his sense and they could actually talk.
Instead what he got was a reality check.
It was a picture message. It was a naked Kurt and a naked Blaine, in bed together, time stamped only fifteen minutes earlier.
Once again, Kurt had run to Blaine after being with Dave.
Dave felt numb. He let out a hollow laugh and flung his phone on his night stand.
Fuck Kurt and Blaine, and fuck love. Love only exists in fairy tales.
He was glad he knew the truth though. Kurt was exactly what he thought he was. A whore and a selfish one at that.
Kurt was making small, needy noises in the back of his throat as he and Dave made out and Dave couldn't help himself. He snapped his hips forward, pressed a large thigh between Kurt's and grabbed his face and kissed him in earnest then.
If he was going to get this shot with Kurt he was not going to blow it. They stood there for what seemed like hours exploring the inner planes of each other's mouths and rubbing hands and fingers over each other. It was like everything Dave had dreamed, but better.
He finally felt his lungs burning and disentangled himself from Kurt.
"Holy Shit, Fancy."
"I could say the same for you, David. Where in the hell did you learn to kiss like that?"
"I have been in relationship before, Kurt."
"That's not what I meant, you are the best kisser I've ever met. I can't even…"
Kurt stood there in shock staring at Dave.
Suddenly they were flying back together, and making out again. It was like both had been dying of thirst in the desert and they were each other's oases. Dave felt himself hardening and knew if he didn't stop soon he wouldn't be able to.
The last thing he needed or wanted was to scare Kurt away or pressure him into something he didn't want.
He pushed Kurt away.
"Okay, Kurt. You need to go stand over there."
"What? Why?"
"Because I need to think and I can't when you're sticking your tongue down my throat."
"Like this is all my fault!"
"I'm not blaming you. I just need to not have you in my personal space right now."
"Fine."
Kurt stomped over to the other side of the kitchen and pouted as Dave paced back and forth.
"Yeah, there is no way we can work together, now. It's gonna be too awkward. We should just pretend this didn't happen."
"David, look at me."
Kurt was back in front of Dave. He took his face in his hands.
"This did happen. We both wanted it to happen. There is nothing wrong with it. Stop freaking out, okay? I don't know why you think you need to protect me, but I am a grown man just like you. I have had sex with men before, I mean hello, Blaine?"
Dave cringed at the mention of Blaine.
"I like kissing you, Dave. And if it leads to sex, I'm not going to say no."
Dave stepped back his eyes wide with shock.
He stared into Kurt's eyes and saw nothing but sincerity in them.
He sighed. He didn't know he had even been holding his breath, but all the tension and fear left his body with that breath.
He allowed himself to be led to the living room then.
Kurt pushed him on to the couch and straddled his lap.
The contact between their groins sent a shockwave through Dave and he groaned.
He could feel Kurt grin against his lips and rolled his hips once more.
Dave slammed a palm down on the seat cushion.
"Fuck, Kurt. If you want this to go anywhere, you need to quit doing that."
Kurt grinned even wider, and then resumed kissing Dave.
Dave loved this position. It felt intimate and comfortable and safe almost.
Like being there with Kurt was a shelter and someplace he could identify as being home.
Kurt finally lifted his head and stared into Dave's eyes.
His eyes were shuttered with desire, his lips were swollen, and his cheeks were dotted with red. He looked wrecked and they had only been kissing.
Dave couldn't help but instantly envision Kurt on his knees with Kurt's lips wrapped around his cock.
He immediately blushed, and Kurt grinned and Dave knew Kurt knew what he had been thinking.
Before he could say anything, Kurt was on his knees.
He deftly removed Dave's belt, opened the fly of his pants, and expertly pulled down his boxers and pants passed his knees.
Dave's hard cock sprung free, and he instantly felt self-conscious when he saw Kurt staring at it.
Then Kurt licked his lips, and bent to take it in his mouth.
Dave gasped and nearly came right there and then.
It had been far too fucking long and the hot, wet heat of Kurt's mouth was unlike anything Dave had experienced in his entire life.
He let his head fall back against the couch cushions and carded a hand in Kurt's hair.
He stayed as still as he could, because he didn't want to hurt Kurt.
But then Kurt relaxed his jaw and swallowed him whole.
He really groaned then. He was so close to coming. He just needed a bit more.
Suddenly he felt Kurt come off him and stand up.
Dave's heart immediately plummeted into his feet. Kurt had played him and was leaving.
Instead Kurt stood up, walked into Dave's bathroom, and shut the door.
Dave sat there trembling, trying to figure out what was happening.
A few minutes later Kurt was walking out of the bathroom naked, with a full hard on, carrying a box of condoms and Dave's lube.
"So, as much as blowing you is fun, I'd rather just have you fuck me."
Dave sat in shock as he watched Kurt walk toward him.
He was fucking beautiful. Not a single blemish or flaw on his body. No fat, just hard muscle and bones, and creamy skin, and a very, very long, thick cock jutting out in front of him.
Dave had often imagined what Kurt looked like without anything on, but nothing prepared him for the actual sight.
He sat for a few seconds watching an increasingly irritated Kurt stare back at him.
"Are you going to fuck me or not?"
That snapped Dave out of his daydream and he moved to stand up.
Kurt just shook his head.
He pushed Dave back down and straddled him once again.
He reached between them and grasped both of their cocks and rubbed them together.
Dave couldn't help but thrust up as Kurt thrust down.
The sensation was amazing and overwhelming and Dave was already close to the edge once more.
Their precome made the slide easier and just as Dave felt the familiar building sensation in his groin, Kurt stopped.
He grabbed a condom and quickly rolled it on Dave.
He took some of the lube and poured a generous amount on Dave.
Working slowly up and down the base, barely touching Dave, but stimulating him just enough to get him completely hard and aching.
Dave gritted his teeth with the insane pressure he felt.
Then Kurt propped his knees on Dave's legs and reached around behind himself, and Dave stared in shock as Kurt sunk down onto two of his fingers.
Kurt groaned and bit his lip.
Dave had been wrong. THIS was the hottest thing he'd ever seen. Kurt preparing himself. He added a third finger and groaned again.
Then he removed his fingers and grabbed Dave's cock.
He squeezed from the bottom and then sunk down slowly over Dave until Dave was completely sheathed to the hilt.
He felt Kurt trembling above him as he allowed himself to adjust to the size of Dave.
Then Kurt was moving up and down and everything in Dave's mind left.
He became intent on meeting Kurt thrust for thrust.
He could feel Kurt tiring above him
Flipped them so he was over Kurt.
Kurt adjusted his legs and wrapped them around Dave's waist.
The angle gave Dave just enough room to hit Kurt's prostrate with every thrust.
He felt Kurt tense up and shudder the first time, he hit it, and he knew exactly the right tempo and angel to keep thrusting.
Dave let his hand wander to Kurt's cock then and when he felt himself close to tipping over the edge, grasped Kurt and tugged once, twice, then tree times. Kurt came with a low groan, and coated Dave's fingers with his cum.
Kurt clamped down around Dave like a vice grip, and Dave was coming harder than he ever had in his entire life.
He shuddered and braced himself on shaky arms, so that he wouldn't crush Kurt.
He was still trembling a few seconds later, when he finally pulled out of Kurt.
He heard Kurt hiss as he lowered his legs.
Kurt stood up and nearly fell over.
Dave grabbed him and steadied him.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, umm I'm going to use your bathroom if you don't mind."
"Sure."
Kurt moved to walk away.
"Hey, Kurt. Next time, can you at least let me undress you?"
"Yeah, there won't be a next time, Dave. This was a mistake."
Dave felt like he had been punched in the stomach.
"A mistake?"
"Just drop it, Dave. Please."
Kurt looked tortured. He finally turned away and walked to Dave's bathroom.
Dave pulled on his boxers and a t-shirt and walked into his kitchen.
He sat as his island trying to figure out what the hell he had done wrong.
He was still mulling it over when Kurt walked out of the bathroom.
He looked composed and elegant as ever.
They caught eyes for a few brief seconds before Kurt turned to leave.
"Kurt, I don't know what I did wrong, but whatever it was, I'm sorry."
"Dave, you didn't do anything wrong. I just realized I'm not ready for this. I have to go. I'm sorry."
Kurt opened the side door and was gone.
Dave couldn't help the lone tear that trickled down his face.
"But I love you, Kurt."
The words hung in the air, as Kurt drove away.
Dave wiped the tear away angrily.
He really was a moron.
Dave tried to watch television in the living room, but every time he looked around all he could see was himself having sex with Kurt, and the way in which it had ended.
So he went to bed, but every time he closed his eyes all he could see was Kurt's lips wrapped around his cock.
"Get out of my head, Kurt!"
Dave flung himself against his bed in frustration.
He pulled out one of his old comic books and tried to let his mind wander to other things.
An hour later as he was just feeling sleepy, he received a text message.
It was from Kurt.
He opened it, hoping that maybe Kurt had come to his sense and they could actually talk.
Instead what he got was a reality check.
It was a picture message. It was a naked Kurt and a naked Blaine, in bed together, time stamped only fifteen minutes earlier.
Once again, Kurt had run to Blaine after being with Dave.
Dave felt numb. He let out a hollow laugh and flung his phone on his night stand.
Fuck Kurt and Blaine, and fuck love. Love only exists in fairy tales.
He was glad he knew the truth though. Kurt was exactly what he thought he was. A whore and a selfish one at that.