{fic} Eager to Please - Epilogue, Continuation & Deleted Scenes
One year later -
The unexpected click of his office door shutting and then the odd sound of the door lock that he never used brought Dave’s attention up from his desk immediately. “Kurt?” Dave sat up straighter in his seat. “Wha…what are you doing here?”
Kurt leaned back against the closed door, holding the doorknob in his hands as a playful, wicked smile curled his lips. “It’s nice to see you too…” He left the door, walking casually along the wall, peeking out between the blinds at the people and cubicles of Dave’s company. “I brought you lunch,” he answered nonchalantly, although he was holding nothing in his hands.
“Lunch? It’s almost three o’clock, Kurt. I ate lunch a couple hours ago.”
“Hmm? Well, silly me.” Kurt continued peering out between the slats of the blinds at the rest of Dave’s co-workers, tightening the angle of the last set of blinds so they were all closed to satisfaction. He turned around, facing Dave. “Maybe it’s not lunch I brought you then. Maybe it’s just…me.”
Dave was confused. And intrigued. He’d never seen Kurt like this. He had no idea what was going on…but he found himself turned on already. “You? You’ve never come to my job to bring me anything, Kurt. Is there…is there something going on?”
It was true. Kurt had only been to Dave’s office twice before. And he was with Dave both times, dropping off something urgent that Figgins needed even though Dave had taken the day off to see the Red Sox season opener or leave town early for a long weekend. But Kurt had driven himself to Dave’s building and Kurt had found Dave’s office and now Kurt was staring at Dave with a very determined, hungry gaze.
“I was just thinking…” Kurt offered, “how incredibly hot it would be if we were to…have sex…right here, in your office.”
“My god…you’re serious.” Dave had passed ‘intrigued’ and moved onto ‘fucking hard’ and ‘raring to go’ immediately. He stood from his seat, just as Kurt came around the back of his desk to meet him. Dave’s mind was already working as he grabbed Kurt roughly, pulling him into a heated kiss. “So…you want me to fuck you, Kurt? Is that it? Bend you over my desk maybe…? Right here? Huh…?” His mouth found the softness of Kurt’s neck, sucking and nipping along the tender skin. His hands pulled Kurt’s body against his, driving their hips and their mutual erections together. “You want me to fuck you, baby? Do ya? God…you’re so fucking hot, Kurt. What do you want? Tell me.”
This was also true. Dave said that a lot. He wanted to do things that pleased Kurt. He was forever asking what Kurt wanted to do in bed, what Kurt would enjoy. Not that the man wasn’t creative on his own…because Kurt had first-hand experience with the depths of Dave’s creativity. But he was also the most generous lover imaginable. If Kurt wanted to receive a blow job…Dave blew him. If Kurt wanted to go down on Dave, that’s what happened. Once Kurt was ready for anal…they took their time and Dave was gentle and it was of course, magical. Shower sex, Kurt’s idea. Rooftop sex, Kurt asked for it. Whatever Kurt wanted, Kurt got. Pleasing him was all Dave wanted to do and Kurt knew it.
Dave had no idea the monster he’d created.
“While all that sounds lovely, Dave…that’s not exactly what I had in mind…” Kurt pulled back, looking up and meeting Dave’s puzzled expression with his own smoldering look of desire. “What I want…is to fuck you.”
The unexpected click of his office door shutting and then the odd sound of the door lock that he never used brought Dave’s attention up from his desk immediately. “Kurt?” Dave sat up straighter in his seat. “Wha…what are you doing here?”
Kurt leaned back against the closed door, holding the doorknob in his hands as a playful, wicked smile curled his lips. “It’s nice to see you too…” He left the door, walking casually along the wall, peeking out between the blinds at the people and cubicles of Dave’s company. “I brought you lunch,” he answered nonchalantly, although he was holding nothing in his hands.
“Lunch? It’s almost three o’clock, Kurt. I ate lunch a couple hours ago.”
“Hmm? Well, silly me.” Kurt continued peering out between the slats of the blinds at the rest of Dave’s co-workers, tightening the angle of the last set of blinds so they were all closed to satisfaction. He turned around, facing Dave. “Maybe it’s not lunch I brought you then. Maybe it’s just…me.”
Dave was confused. And intrigued. He’d never seen Kurt like this. He had no idea what was going on…but he found himself turned on already. “You? You’ve never come to my job to bring me anything, Kurt. Is there…is there something going on?”
It was true. Kurt had only been to Dave’s office twice before. And he was with Dave both times, dropping off something urgent that Figgins needed even though Dave had taken the day off to see the Red Sox season opener or leave town early for a long weekend. But Kurt had driven himself to Dave’s building and Kurt had found Dave’s office and now Kurt was staring at Dave with a very determined, hungry gaze.
“I was just thinking…” Kurt offered, “how incredibly hot it would be if we were to…have sex…right here, in your office.”
“My god…you’re serious.” Dave had passed ‘intrigued’ and moved onto ‘fucking hard’ and ‘raring to go’ immediately. He stood from his seat, just as Kurt came around the back of his desk to meet him. Dave’s mind was already working as he grabbed Kurt roughly, pulling him into a heated kiss. “So…you want me to fuck you, Kurt? Is that it? Bend you over my desk maybe…? Right here? Huh…?” His mouth found the softness of Kurt’s neck, sucking and nipping along the tender skin. His hands pulled Kurt’s body against his, driving their hips and their mutual erections together. “You want me to fuck you, baby? Do ya? God…you’re so fucking hot, Kurt. What do you want? Tell me.”
This was also true. Dave said that a lot. He wanted to do things that pleased Kurt. He was forever asking what Kurt wanted to do in bed, what Kurt would enjoy. Not that the man wasn’t creative on his own…because Kurt had first-hand experience with the depths of Dave’s creativity. But he was also the most generous lover imaginable. If Kurt wanted to receive a blow job…Dave blew him. If Kurt wanted to go down on Dave, that’s what happened. Once Kurt was ready for anal…they took their time and Dave was gentle and it was of course, magical. Shower sex, Kurt’s idea. Rooftop sex, Kurt asked for it. Whatever Kurt wanted, Kurt got. Pleasing him was all Dave wanted to do and Kurt knew it.
Dave had no idea the monster he’d created.
“While all that sounds lovely, Dave…that’s not exactly what I had in mind…” Kurt pulled back, looking up and meeting Dave’s puzzled expression with his own smoldering look of desire. “What I want…is to fuck you.”