Fanfiction: Roomies Chapter 14
Title: Roomies
Chapter: 14/?
Author: lonegungal17
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Kurt Hummel & Dave Karofsky
(Mentions of Finn & Rachel, Lauren & Puck, Blaine & Wes, Blaine & Kurt, Karofsky & Santana, Santana & Brittany)
Word Count: 1148/17,780 overall
Spoilers/Warnings: All current episodes although slightly AU.
Summary: Kurt learns Sue Sylvester is a powerful enemy when she forces Karofsky and him to be roommates at nationals.
Chapters 1-13 can be found here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6855517/1/Roomies
Kurt sat on the toilet seat watching the water fill the bathtub. He adjusted his pajama pants to try to relieve some of his arousal. He couldn’t believe the first time he had shared a bed with another boy he had woken up with his “boner” pressed up against their ass. It was like some horrible embarrassing nightmare. He didn’t believe in God but he thanked Gaga or what ever higher power that had blessed him with waking up first. Things would have been much worse had Karofsky woke up first with Kurt humping against his leg like a horny cocker spaniel.
Sure, Karofsky had seen he was turned on but at least Kurt had assured him it wasn’t because of the jock. ‘Karofsky would believe I had had a wet dream about someone else and that thing had nothing to do with him, right?’ Kurt assured himself knowing full well the answer. Kurt turned toward the door as he covered his eyes with his hands as he realized the truth, ‘Shit, he knows.’
But how much did he know? Did he know Kurt had woken up spooned against him, hard as a rock and let himself stay that way for a full minute before his brain won the debate over his penis that waking up Dave by dry humping the muscled jock probably would not be the best idea? Did he know Kurt had enjoyed pressing himself against Karofsky’s muscled back and rear? Did he know Kurt had for a moment contemplated running his fingers along Karofsky’s wide chest or tasting the skin of his neck?
Kurt shook the thoughts from his head as he glanced at the water level of the bathtub again before deciding to climb in. He undid the buttons of his shirt and folded it setting it on the toilet seat before carefully removing his pants and underwear trying to avoid touching his arousal which flopped against his stomach. His naked form glanced back towards the door once more before climbing into the warm bath. He laid back letting the water engulf him as he lowered his hand to his lap asking himself how thoughts of Dave Karofsky had made him feel this way.
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Karofsky was thankful to finish relieving himself, be able to throw on some clothes and leave the hotel room without interruption from Hummel.
He had to admit it had turned him on to no end knowing the singer with bed head was in the other room naked with a matching hard on, probably beating himself off just like Dave had. Even with the amazing image of Kurt’s bulge ingrained in his memory for the rest of his life, he still didn't want Kurt to realize his own little secret. It wasn't like if the other boy found out they had mutual boners, he'd be up for a game of show and tell. Kurt would be mortified, yell at him and kick him out of their room. So Dave left the room without a word hoping when Kurt saw him again at practice he would have recovered from his embarrassment.
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By the time he made it down to the breakfast buffet Santana and Brittany's plates were nearly empty. He waved at them picking up a plate, filling it with toast, eggs and two of every kind of meat at the buffet. He glanced around the room noticing most of the New Directions were sitting with their friends eating, save for Kurt, Berry and Hudson. He grabbed a large glass of orange and sat down next to his "girlfriend".
'Have a nice night with "Fancy"?' Santana smirked at him as he gave her a fake kiss on the cheek.
Dave shifted uncomfortably as he raised his fork to his mouth, 'Better than I thought it'd be.'
Santanta gave him a puzzled stare, 'So you didn't end up sleeping on the floor then. Details now, Muscles.'
Dave shrugged, 'There isn't much to tell. Although you were wrong he did eventually let me share the bed with him.'
'It's not my fault that that for someone that loves it up the butt Kurt seems like a prude,’ she shrugged.
Dave glared at her, 'Shut up, Lopez. His sex life is none of your business...'
‘That doesn’t stop you from fantasying about it… David,’ she mumbled under her breath.
Dave looked down at his breakfast as his whole face turned bright red.
Brittany looked at Dave fluttering her eyelashes, ‘Aww, Dave loves Kurt.’
Dave grunted in response, realizing he was outnumbered he tried to change the subject, ‘How was your night, ladies?’
Brittany’s cheeks turned pink and Santana glowed as she gave the football player a sly grin, ‘Not too bad, Quinn is still trying to get back with Sam so we had the room to ourselves for a few hours. So we watched a movie and enjoyed each others company.’
‘Anything I’ve seen?’ Dave joked to the Latina.
‘It had naughty cheerleaders,’ Brittany admitted.
‘I have a feeling you wouldn’t be interested,’ Santana assured him.
‘You never know, I might be able to show a polite interest in a bit of art,’ Dave teased.
‘You changing teams, Karofsky?’ Santana asked leaning her elbow on the table and resting her chin on her palm.
Dave smiled, ‘No, I stopped being interested in cheerleaders after last year’s squad disbanded.’
‘Kurt looks so pretty,’ Brittany mumbled staring off behind them.
The beards glanced over their shoulders at slim boy making his way over to the breakfast bowls.
Dave swallowed hard feeling hot and uncomfortable in his baggy sweatshirt as he turned to see Kurt dressed in black skinny jeans, a mental studded belt, a black and white striped button down shirt and leather jacket. His hair was combed perfectly as usual but Dave couldn’t help remembering how his hair had been wild and messy when he had left him in the room earlier. Dave’s eyes studied the tight fabric covering the flared hips he had pressed himself against this morning and he couldn’t stop himself from drooling as he tried to picture what they would feel like with his large hands encircling them.
Santana reached over to him and rubbed her fingers over his chin almost lovingly as she closed the slight gap of his open mouth and whispered, ‘Down boy.’
Dave nodded and blinked his eyes hard as he came back reality but continued to watch the singer grab a bowl of shredded wheat and make his way over to his friends.
He saw Kurt’s eyes search for him in the crowd as he sat down and gave him a slight nod with awkward smile when their eyes met.
Ashamed to be caught staring Dave quickly turned away from his glaze and went back to eating his eggs.