Wake Up Call Chapter 3
Title: Wake Up Call
Author: gwennylou
Summary: Dave is an NHL player. After a game he stops at a convenience store to
buy condoms and runs into his old high school crush, Kurt. Sparks fly.
Will they ever be able to put aside their differences and find love?
Future!Fic
Rating: NC-17 (Not this part, but soon)
A/N: Sorry for the long time between updates.
Dave was exhausted. He had just finished his third game in three days and
wanted desperately to go back to his apartment and sleep for four days.
Thankfully, this weekend trip meant he got to stay in Phoenix for four
extra days while he trained, so he could sleep in his enormous bed, soak
in the hot tub on his balcony, and enjoy the view from his penthouse.
He threw his items in his bag and grabbed his cellphone. He saw he had
four missed messages from his mom, who he could brush off until later,
and a text from Kurt that simply said, good luck -K. Dave smiled and texted him back,
I'm headed to the apartment. Be there in a few.
Within a minute, he heard his phone ding as he was dressing into his street clothes,
I was actually at the game. Do you want to grab dinner before heading back to the apartment?
For some reason Dave's heart pounded and his pulse seem to speed up. It's
not like that hadn't gone to dinner before, but for some reason this
felt different. He hesitated for a few seconds, then finally responded.
Sure. Meet me at that little café we went to last time I was here. I love their chili.
Then he was putting his shoes on, gathering up his equipment and whistling.
The backup goalie and a few linesmen were the only ones left in the locker room as he prepared to leave.
"God a hot date, Karofsky? I've never heard you whistle before. And what's with the shit eating grin?"
Dave blushed bright red and prayed he could get out of the locker room as soon as possible.
"Come on, Dave. Tell us about the hot piece of ass you have waiting for you!"
Dave
just shook his head. In the years since he had come out, he took his
fair share of abuse from the team. No one really cared that he was gay,
he got harassed like every other straight guy who had a new girl. They
wanted details. Nothing seemed to bother the guys, but tonight, he just
wasn't into talking about Kurt and his ass. For one, he had no idea why
he was even behaving like a schoolgirl with a crush, and secondly he had
no idea if Kurt would ever feel that way about him. He certainly didn't
in high school and for all Dave knew he still definitely did not have
those type of feelings for him.
The guys wolf whistled as he walked out of the locker and room and to his waiting car in the parking garage.
He
turned on his favorite music, a little AC/DC, and drove to the tiny
café he and Kurt had discovered the last time he was here. For some
reason, Kurt, who had finally moved in, insisted on redecorating the
apartment and giving it a more homey feel. So, they went antique
shopping, and Dave, who suffered through three hours of boring mundane
crap, insisted they eat. That's when they found a tiny café filled with
the best sandwiches and soups he had ever had, including the white bean
chili.
He pulled into the café, got out and walked into the
restaurant. It was fairly late, so most of the weekend crowd was gone,
and it being a Sunday evening, most people were headed home to prepare
for work the next day.
He saw Kurt standing at the jukebox picking a song and walked over to him.
"Hey, Kurt."
Kurt looked up and flashed a brilliant smile at him, and Dave's heart constricted a little.
Kurt had always been beautiful, but tonight he was just radiant and glowing.
"Great game! You did so good tonight!"
"I'm still shocked you came to see a game!"
"Well, I did, and you scored a trick!"
"A hat trick, Kurt. Scoring a trick sounds like I got myself a hooker."
"Right, a hat trick, yeah, Travis told me."
"Travis?"
Kurt waved over a strangely familiar man.
"Dave, meet Travis! We've been dating for a few months now."
"You're dating? Why didn't you tell me this when I called you?"
"Well, you told me you didn't want to know about my sex life or sexual exploits."
Dave kept looking at him until he suddenly realized where he recognized him from.
"Seriously, Kurt? This guy?"
"What about this guy?"
"You
don't recognize him? Let me remind you of a fall day about six months
ago, when I walked into your convenience store to buy condoms and I was
with a hot groupie?"
"Yeah, so?"
"You're with my hot groupie."
"I am not."
Kurt looked over at Travis who continue to smile.
Then Kurt looked back at Dave.
"Oh my God! You're right! What the hell am I doing?"
"I can't believe he got to you."
"What's that supposed to mean?
"How
can you be that stupid, Kurt? He's a pariah. He preyed on you to get to
me, because that's what he does. He's a fucking hockey groupie. He
tries to get in good with gay players, especially those who aren't out,
so he can sleep with the, then sell the story to the tabloids to make
thousands of dollars. He's disgusting."
"Are you saying he's only into me, because you are famous hockey player? What does he have on you? You're out and proud of it"
"You
don't think a national tabloid wouldn't gladly post about how one of
its gay stars is keeping a man in his apartment? Do you realize how bad
that sounds?"
"First of all, I am no kept man. Second of all, even if he does sell it, who's to say anyone will care?"
"I
just don't want to bring any more attention to myself or my team, okay?
I mean it's bad enough that I'm gay, but I don't need my teammates
constantly having to defend me or my coaches saying why they think I
deserve to be one of the top paid lineman in all of hockey, despite
being gay. I'm sick of it always being some kind of disease."
" Why can't you just get over it?"
"Seriously?"
"We're gay, Dave. It's not a disease, and it's not your fault if people can't handle it."
"I know, but that doesn't mean we have to give people more fuel for the fire."
"I don't think this has anything to do with your reputation."
"Whatever."
"No,
really. I think you're just jealous that I've found someone I like, and
you're still doing the one night stand thing, and you're miserable and
bitter and have decided to take it out on me."
"You have no idea what you're talking about."
"Really? When's the last time you had sex that was actually meaningful and with someone you saw again?"
Dave was getting frustrated and took a step toward Kurt,
"Haven't you ever wanted to have sex just because it feels good?"
Kurt backed up as Dave leaned into him.
Dave realized what he was doing then, and abruptly stepped back, and rubbed a hand through his hair,
"Forget it, Kurt. I'm going back to the apartment. I've lost my appetite."
Dave turned around and walked back to his truck.
Well
that was totally worthless. He just scared Kurt again by being a huge
idiot. Dave banged his head down on the steering wheel. Then he
straightened up, started his truck and peeled out of the parking lot.
He drove home mentally rehashing the conversation he and Kurt had just had.
Did Kurt really think that he was just jealous of that hockey groupie? Why would Kurt even go out with him knowing what he was?
Dave
started to get angry. No fuck him. Kurt didn't get to put all the blame
on him. Kurt was dating a freaking hockey groupie, and Kurt lived with a
hockey player. He wasn't stupid, he knew exactly what that guy was
doing and it wasn't his fault that Kurt didn't want to see it.
He trudged up to his apartment, turned the key and stepped into his apartment.
Except
that it didn't look like his apartment anymore. It was decorated and
smelled like apple pie, and there were trinkets and weird shit
everywhere.
He groaned and leaned against the door as he took
everything in. It didn't look like his bachelor pad anymore. It looked
like a little old grandma lived there.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me."
Dave
went into his bedroom and threw his bag on his bed. Thankfully, Kurt
hadn't changed anything in his room beside putting an air freshener in
and putting some weirdass knit cover over his tissue box.
Then he
looked at the wall and he saw what he assumed was supposed to be art.
Except it was a the body of a mannequin, with no limbs or head with
random paint splattered over it. It was fucking creepy as hell and Dave
nearly squealed like a little girl when he saw it.
He wasted no
time in walking over to it and ripping it off his wall. No way in hell
was sleeping in his room with that fucking weird thing staring at him.
He shuddered as he dropped the painting on the floor by the garbage can in the kitchen.
He went around and found three more paintings like it and pulled them all off.
There
were just some things that weren't allowed. No matter how much Kurt
might like them. They were fucking weird as hell and he could handle a
lot of things, but not weird headless and armless mannequins on the
walls of his apartment. Especially not the masterpiece directly above
the toilet. Cause either you had to look at it directly when you peed,
or it stared at you through the mirror over the sink when you shat.
He went to his media room, turned on the television and watch mindless infommercials.
A
few minutes later he heard the door open and braced himself for the
sound of Kurt and Travis giggling and flirting and probably making out.
But no other sound came.
Then the door to the theater room opened and in walked a very angry Kurt.
"What is wrong with you?"
"Me? Nothing. Why? What did I do?"
"Just
so you know, I broke up with Travis because of you, and you better be
fucking good at sex, otherwise I'm going to be even angrier."
"What?"
Dave wasn't quite sure what was going on.
"My answer is yes, Dave. I do."
"You do what?"
"I
do want to have sex with you, just to see what it'd be like. I wanted
that when we saw each other again six months ago, and you turned me
down. You were offering back at the café, right?"
Dave was still sitting in shock as he stared at Kurt.
"Or did I assume wrong and break up with a hot guy for no reason?"
Dave finally got his ass in gear,
"No, not for no reason."
"So does that mean you and I are having sex tonight?"
"Are you sure that's a good idea?"
"It's probably the best idea I've had all day."
"Yeah ,but what about our friendship?"
"We really weren't that close, Dave."
"This could be a very bad idea."
"Could be."
"And we'll probably end up hurting each other."
"Probably."
"And you still want to do this?"
"Absolutely."
"Why, Kurt?"
"Why not? You're hot, I'm hot and I really, really want to see if my fantasies about the size of your cock are true."
Dave nearly choked on his tongue then.
"You've been thinking about that, Fancy?"
"Maybe. Have you been fantasizing about me?"
"I may have wondered if you were as smooth as I always imagined you to be."
"Well, why don't we find out?"
"So we're really doing this then?"
"We've been doing this for six months, Dave. That was foreplay, this is the real thing."
Dave chuckled and led Kurt to his bedroom.
It was going to be a long night.