{fic} 7th of Every Month 1/2
“I swear, Detective Karofsky, you’ve got the wrong man.”
Dave scoffed at hearing those words, his lips curling in a haughty little laugh. “No, Mr. Hummel…I don’t think I do.” He walked around the other side of the table and pulled the chair out, spinning it around and straddling it in one swift motion, never breaking eye contact with the scared, confused expression of the man sitting opposite him. “You did it. You killed that man in cold blood. We have eye witnesses. You’re going away for a very long time, Hummel.”
Kurt began to shake. “No, please…I swear. I don’t know what you’re talking about. It wasn’t me.” He closed his eyes, burying his face in his hands and giving in to a few quiet sobs. “Please. There’s been a mistake. A horrible mistake. I just want to go home.”
The larger man studied his suspect completely unimpressed. But underneath that…there was something else. The way he held himself and the way he looked. His hands and the delicate length of his fingers, the way his shoulders, although proud and confident when they’d first met that evening, were slumped and shook with his gentle crying. He was gorgeous, that much was true. He felt the slightest bit of pity for the man. The slightest.
“Please…” Kurt continued, “there’s got to be some way I can get out of this. I didn’t do it. There has to be some way I can prove it to you.”
The detective arched his eyebrow, smirking slightly. “You want to prove your innocence? To me?” There was a wicked humor to his tone.
Kurt snapped his eyes up, aghast. He saw the mischievous look in the cop’s eyes and he knew immediately what the man was thinking. He licked his lips nervously. “Yes, please. I’ll do anything. Anything at all,” Kurt’s voice was barely above a whisper as he stared down the imposing man.
Dave looked over his shoulder at the door behind them. He glanced up in the corner of the room at the camera set to tape every interrogation. He looked back at the beautiful, trembling man and smirked. In a voice loud enough for any video recorder to pick up clearly, he stood and stated emphatically, “There’s no need for you to say anything further, Mr. Hummel. We have enough to hold you overnight. You’ll have a public defender assigned by morning. This interview is finished.” He stood with a flourish, turning to the controls of the camera on the wall behind him, pushing a button then turning back to Kurt.
Kurt gasped. This was really happening. “I just want to go home,” he whispered again.
“And you will,” the detective answered in a calmer, more patient voice. He turned to lock the door before walking around to the other side of the table. “As soon as you prove to me…this innocence that you speak of.” The detective grabbed the smaller man’s hands and jerked him to his feet roughly, crashing their lips together. He backed them against the wall, hungrily mouthing the neck and jaw line of the shocked and bewildered suspect.
Kurt felt the weight of the larger man holding him against the wall, knowing he was powerless to fight against him. And did he really want to fight anyway? Was this his only way to end the nightmare and finally go home? If he just gave in, did what the good detective said…wouldn’t he be home soon, safe in his own bed, able to put this horrible night behind him?
The larger man’s calloused hands were roaming all over his body, squeezing at his sides, his arms, his ass. His kisses were breathless against Kurt’s neck and collarbone and Kurt gave himself up to the man’s power. “What do you…what do you want from me?” he asked quietly.
The detective pulled away at that, eyeing him, smirking again that same mischievous look. “On your knees. You want to go home so badly? You want your freedom? You have to beg for it.”
Kurt complied, dropping to his knees and biting his lip uneasily as he fumbled with the man’s belt. He squeezed his eyes shut as he reached into the man’s pants to release his growing erection, sniffling back his threatening tears as he wrapped his lips around the man’s thick shaft.
Dave carded his fingers through the smaller man’s hair, getting a good grasp on either side of his head as he began thrusting into his mouth. He could see the tears glistening on the man’s lashes. Such a beautiful sight. “You want to go home? You want this to all be over? You want me to believe you didn’t do it?”
Kurt mumbled his replies, nodding through his tears as his lips stretched wide around the man’s cock. He choked and gagged as the man thrust too deep, tears freely spilling from his eyes. He just wanted it to be over. He just wanted this nightmare to be through.
But why…why was his own erection suddenly straining against the zipper of his jeans? Why would this desperate act of self-preservation be turning him on? He blinked back his tears, chancing a glance up at the man he was pleasuring. He was so rough, unkind, brusque…but god…was he hot. He used his authority and his power to get exactly what he wanted and right now, he wanted Kurt. He needed Kurt. That made Kurt feel…powerful…in his own way. It was no wonder the situation was affecting Kurt’s groin.
He reached a hand down slowly to palm at the growing bulge. He then reached both hands to gently pry the fingers from his hair. If this was his choice, if he was doing what needed to be done in order to finally end this nightmarish state of affairs, then he’d do it on his own terms. With the rough, greedy hands removed from his head, he placed his hands on the waistband of the larger man’s pants, inching them down his hips as he continued to work his mouth over the man’s length. He let his hands roam freely over the bare skin of the detective’s ass and hips, one hand finally finding his balls and gently fondling them.
This brought a moan from the other man’s mouth. Kurt looked up cautiously. His tears were gone, wiped away roughly as their eyes met. He wasn’t frightened or hesitant now. All his face had to offer was need…need and desire to bring this man to orgasm with his mouth. He echoed the moan, closing his eyes as he hungrily lapped at the man’s length, sucking and licking and fondling with a renewed drive and desire.
This was his choice and he was going to make it count.
A moment later the man was grunting, one hand returned to Kurt’s hair but placed gently on the back of his head, guiding him…not forcing him. He groaned out a warning, ‘stop…oh, god…close…’ to which Kurt simply increased his pace and tightened his grip. He felt the man’s hot seed hitting the back of his throat and he moaned around the man’s shaft, pleased with himself.
He sat back on his haunches, releasing the man’s dick from his mouth but not his hand. He stroked gently, in awe of the large impressive member in his hold, imagining other, more involved activities he wouldn’t mind sharing with the man. The detective shuddered, grabbing at Kurt’s hand and quickly pulling him up. Their lips met in another rough, hungry kiss as Dave pulled Kurt’s body against his.
Kurt pulled back, meeting the man’s eyes, “So, I’m free to go…?” he asked, a smug smile of accomplishment on his face.
“Yeah,” the larger man breathed, “you’re free to go.”
Kurt turned swiftly, grabbing his coat from the chair and reaching for the handle of the door. He turned back to see Dave pulling his pants up and tucking himself back in. He smiled widely, “I just have to say one thing before I go, Detective Karofsky. Your interrogation skills leave much to be desired.”
“Oh yeah?” Dave quirked an eyebrow.
“Yeah. You never even asked for a motive.”
“Motive?”
“My motive for killing that man…” Kurt replied coolly as he slid his arms through the jacket sleeves.
Dave’s jaw dropped as he took a hesitant step forward. “Why’d you do it?” he asked breathlessly.
“He insinuated that I lacked proper skills in oral sex,” Kurt stated bluntly.
“In that case, he deserved to die,” Dave chuckled, taking another few steps and closing the distance between them. “Justifiable homicide, no doubt about it.”
“Well, obviously,” Kurt replied.
Dave wrapped his arms around Kurt, finding his lips once again. “You’re adorable.”
“So are you. Detective.”
They kissed their way across the room, stumbling and collapsing onto the couch in their living room. “I knew you did it,” Dave laughed between kisses.
“I knew you knew I did it,” Kurt chuckled back. “Happy 7th.”
“Mmm, happy 7th yourself.”
SEVENTH
It started as a simple coincidence. And who knows how long it would have gone unnoticed if it weren’t for Kurt and his impeccable record-keeping. Or rather, his compulsive habit of keeping a diary. At the time, he’d looked back on the previous six months of he and Dave Karofsky’s relationship and noticed a peculiar quirk. Their first date had taken place on March 7th of their senior year at McKinley. It didn’t go well and it was well over a month later that Dave agreed to give Kurt another chance. Kurt had to promise to keep his witty yet incredibly cutting remarks to himself before Dave would agree to take him out again.
Kurt found the second date to be unimaginative and boring and stated that opinion on more than one occasion during the date. Which caused said date to end rather abruptly with Kurt slamming Dave’s car door just before Dave’s tires squealed down the street.
The third date, while no one can say exactly why it happened…happened nonetheless. And although not quite perfect, it was a pretty good start in the two boys actually being able to communicate in a more effective manner. The impossibly irresistible chemistry that kept bringing them together was finally tempered with promises to be respectful, honest and kind. A week later, on their fourth date, they kissed and the real sparks flew. That was May 7th and they became an official couple.
Kurt still had no idea of the coincidence of dates when their first time came along. It was July 7th. They’d both graduated from McKinley and summer break had begun. They were in love, of course, but unsure of their future. Dave had been offered a full-ride athletic scholarship from Kent State and Kurt had applied for and was accepted to several colleges and had finally decided on Ohio State. They made love that night, having Dave’s house all to themselves for the entire weekend.
It turned out well in the end of course. Kurt changed his mind and his major and applied late and was accepted to Kent State University, beings so lucky as to get his request for roommate in in time with the housing department. And it was September 7th, when Dave and Kurt were unpacking in their shared college dorm that Kurt took a break upon finding his journal among his other books from home. He flipped through the entries that he’d written over the previous six months and realized the fluke. He told Dave that night as they snuggled in the twin beds pushed together to one side of the room, that the 7th was a very important day for them. They should honor it.
It wasn’t until just after Halloween that they explored role-playing with each other. Kurt had dressed as a black cat, wearing a full black unitard complete with ears, a tail and collar. But of course, not the scratchy collar that the outfit came with, but a sturdier, felt-lined one he found at a pet store. It had rhinestones on it and it fit his diva-kitty personality well. Dave had dressed in a full zip-up dog costume from a rental store and they spent the evening chasing each other around the party. It was fun to be young and in love.
Which is why, a week later on November 7th, when Dave found the collar from Kurt’s costume and put it on, something sparkled in Kurt’s eye. That’s when their newly formed commitment to keep the 7th of every month as special and important took a kinky turn.
Kurt had studying to do and a paper to finish and Dave had promised to be quiet and clean the dorm room while he did. They were going to go out to eat later, to celebrate their anniversary of sorts. But it was the jingle of the tiny bell that caught Kurt’s attention. He looked up from his books to see Dave, shirtless and standing in front of the mirror, fastening the black rhinestone collar around his neck.
He glanced over to Kurt’s eyes, seeing the instant lust spreading across his face and then lowered his head, submissively. “I apologize for disturbing your studying, Master. I am finished with my cleaning now,” he spoke softly, his arms at his sides and his head still bowed.
Kurt couldn’t help the growl that escaped his lips. His eyes darted around the tiny apartment for inspiration. There, he saw it…oh this would be fun. He slammed his book shut with enough force to startle Dave into looking up. “No, slave…you are not,” he stated emphatically, standing and pointing to a tiny bit of a white sock sticking out from under their bed. “You useless, untrained behemoth. How many times must I punish you until you learn to clean properly?”
Dave bit his lip hard, trying not to smile. He dropped to his hands and knees, scampering across the room to the offending piece of laundry and retrieving it. “I’m sorry, Master. I’m so, so sorry,” he mumbled as he placed it in the laundry hamper. He walked on his hands and knees back to where Kurt was standing, rubbing his cheek along the hem of Kurt’s pants. “I won’t displease you again, Master, I promise.”
“Of course you won’t,” Kurt replied, feeling stunned by how extremely turned on he was. He looked down at Dave on the floor, still rubbing his face along Kurt’s sock-covered feet. “But I feel the need to punish you nonetheless. Undress and assume the position, slave,” he directed coolly.
Dave stood slowly, slipping his sweat pants and his boxers down and off. He walked towards the bed, crawling across it on his hands and knees and stopping…then…waited.
He heard Kurt rummaging through their top dresser drawer and then suddenly felt cold, wet fingers between his cheeks. He relaxed his muscles, eager and ready to have Kurt use him.
“Do you like that, slave?” Kurt asked, his voice sultry.
“Yes, Mas--” Dave was cut off and flinched as he felt Kurt’s hand make unexpected and swift contact with his skin. Kurt smacked Dave’s exposed ass cheek again, leaving red palm-shaped prints in each smack’s wake. He smacked again, the lube from his hands causing the most delightful sting. He smacked with his other hand, on Dave’s other cheek, repeatedly, until every inch of Dave’s backside was covered in overlapping red welts.
“Answer me. Do you like that?” Kurt demanded.
“Yes, Master,” Dave groaned through the unrelenting stings. “Yes, Master…more please.”
Kurt continued his abuse upon Dave’s ass until his hands were sore. He could only imagine the sting of Dave’s skin. He’ll have to remember to use an improvised paddle next time so he wouldn’t have to stop so soon. He returned his fingers to the forgotten swipe of lube and pressed them into Dave’s hole. “What about that? Do you like being punished this way too, slave? Do you?”
“Yes, Master,” Dave growled as he felt Kurt’s fingers filling him. “Punish me, Master, I deserve it for displeasing you.”
“Yes…you do,” Kurt murmured, removing his fingers and slathering on more lube before lining himself up against Dave’s hole. He pressed in slowly, feeling the tightness of Dave’s muscles stretch around him. He placed his hands on Dave’s hips and began thrusting immediately, smacking against Dave’s backside with a quick, frenzied pace.
This was way hotter than any other time Kurt had decided to top, Dave realized as he felt Kurt slamming into him. It wasn’t a normal or frequent occurrence, but when it happened, Dave was absolutely fucking turned on by Kurt’s change in personality. Added to that the role-playing aspect of slave and slave-master and that was a recipe for one mind-blowing fuck session.
Kurt knew he was closing in fast, hearing Dave’s grunts and moans spurring him on. He saw Dave’s hand reaching for his leaking cock and he smacked it away. “I haven’t given you permission to tough yourself, you insolent beast.”
“I’m sorry, Master,” Dave groaned.
Kurt continued slamming against Dave’s body, increasing his pace until he felt that familiar tightening and heat building within him. He pulled out, slapping once more across Dave’s ass and ordering him to roll over. He grabbed his cock, pumping quickly and shooting his seed in warm stripes across Dave’s belly and erection, grunting in pleasure as he locked eyes with his prone sex slave. Riding out the final remaining waves of his orgasm, he stroked the last of the come from his cock and placed his wet hand on Dave’s ignored member.
Dave gasped as Kurt next swiped up the majority of his own semen with his hand, using it as lube as he continued stroking his slave's length. It was one of the hottest things he’d ever seen Kurt do and he was closing in on his climax sooner than he would have imagined.
Kurt studied his slave’s eyes, watching him, listening to his moans of pleasure as his strokes brought him closer. Just when he knew he was about to climax he stopped and removed his hand. He reached for the back of Dave’s knee and turned him slightly, finding perfect and swift contact with still-red, abused skin of his ass cheek again. The look of shock on Dave’s face and the echoing of the smack as it bounced around the quiet room were almost enough to make Kurt giggle. But he narrowed his eyes, staring down at Dave’s pleading expression. “Don’t you ever interrupt my study time again, you insufferable peon. And the next time I order you to clean this room, you will clean it flawlessly, do you understand me?”
Dave nodded, still unsure if he was going to get off…but realizing quickly as Kurt stepped away and pulled his pants back up that that was it. “Master…?” he said quietly, timidly.
“What is it?” Kurt asked distractedly from the sink as he washed his hands.
“Are you…finished with me now?” He wasn’t sure if he enjoyed this little round of role-playing as much as he could have. After all, being fucked, beaten off but denied orgasm wasn’t necessarily something he wanted to make a habit of.
“I’m finished with you, slave,” Kurt answered distractedly, returning to his desk and his laptop and his paper.
Dave stared at the ceiling, twitching his lips and wondering what to do next. He could beat off on his own. His erection had only slightly diminished but he knew he was close and he could get off quickly. But really wanted Kurt back on the bed with him. And where was their after-sex snuggling and cuddle-time anyway? “Um…Kurt?”
Kurt didn’t reply.
Dave hesitated then tried again. “Master?”
“What is it, slave?”
Dave sighed. How does a slave go about asking for release anyway? Or was that the punishment. Well, obviously, that had been the punishment, he quickly realized. He’d initiated this little scenario, hadn’t he? It was his own fault for thinking Kurt would automatically give him what he wanted, with the roles that they'd assumed. He looked over at Kurt’s back where he sat at the desk and then down at the drying stickiness smeared across his belly. A tiny smile curled at the corners of his mouth and he relaxed back against the pillows. “I’m happy I was able to please you, Master. Thank you for punishing me. I will clean better next time.”
Kurt was up and out of his chair an instant later, kneeling on the floor in front of the bed and pulling Dave’s legs toward him. He quickly found Dave’s softening erection with his lips and in no time had him back to full hardness. He licked and sucked and moaned hungrily as Dave shot his warmth into his mouth. Kurt let the flaccid, twitching member slip from his mouth as he looked up and met his boyfriend’s eyes. He smirked as he brought himself to his feet and then climbed across the bed and found Dave’s mouth with his.
“And I’m sorry for disturbing your studying, Master,” Dave whispered against Kurt’s mouth.
Kurt moaned into another deep, lingering kiss before pulling back and meeting Dave’s eyes again. “I love you, Dave. I want to make every 7th amazing with you and I can’t wait til next month.”
Dave chuckled, “Planning it already?”
“After this little treat, hell yeah. I’m thinking something really big that’ll blow your freaking mind,” Kurt answered confidently.
Dave leaned up for another kiss before pulling back and replying, “Bring it.”
Dave scoffed at hearing those words, his lips curling in a haughty little laugh. “No, Mr. Hummel…I don’t think I do.” He walked around the other side of the table and pulled the chair out, spinning it around and straddling it in one swift motion, never breaking eye contact with the scared, confused expression of the man sitting opposite him. “You did it. You killed that man in cold blood. We have eye witnesses. You’re going away for a very long time, Hummel.”
Kurt began to shake. “No, please…I swear. I don’t know what you’re talking about. It wasn’t me.” He closed his eyes, burying his face in his hands and giving in to a few quiet sobs. “Please. There’s been a mistake. A horrible mistake. I just want to go home.”
The larger man studied his suspect completely unimpressed. But underneath that…there was something else. The way he held himself and the way he looked. His hands and the delicate length of his fingers, the way his shoulders, although proud and confident when they’d first met that evening, were slumped and shook with his gentle crying. He was gorgeous, that much was true. He felt the slightest bit of pity for the man. The slightest.
“Please…” Kurt continued, “there’s got to be some way I can get out of this. I didn’t do it. There has to be some way I can prove it to you.”
The detective arched his eyebrow, smirking slightly. “You want to prove your innocence? To me?” There was a wicked humor to his tone.
Kurt snapped his eyes up, aghast. He saw the mischievous look in the cop’s eyes and he knew immediately what the man was thinking. He licked his lips nervously. “Yes, please. I’ll do anything. Anything at all,” Kurt’s voice was barely above a whisper as he stared down the imposing man.
Dave looked over his shoulder at the door behind them. He glanced up in the corner of the room at the camera set to tape every interrogation. He looked back at the beautiful, trembling man and smirked. In a voice loud enough for any video recorder to pick up clearly, he stood and stated emphatically, “There’s no need for you to say anything further, Mr. Hummel. We have enough to hold you overnight. You’ll have a public defender assigned by morning. This interview is finished.” He stood with a flourish, turning to the controls of the camera on the wall behind him, pushing a button then turning back to Kurt.
Kurt gasped. This was really happening. “I just want to go home,” he whispered again.
“And you will,” the detective answered in a calmer, more patient voice. He turned to lock the door before walking around to the other side of the table. “As soon as you prove to me…this innocence that you speak of.” The detective grabbed the smaller man’s hands and jerked him to his feet roughly, crashing their lips together. He backed them against the wall, hungrily mouthing the neck and jaw line of the shocked and bewildered suspect.
Kurt felt the weight of the larger man holding him against the wall, knowing he was powerless to fight against him. And did he really want to fight anyway? Was this his only way to end the nightmare and finally go home? If he just gave in, did what the good detective said…wouldn’t he be home soon, safe in his own bed, able to put this horrible night behind him?
The larger man’s calloused hands were roaming all over his body, squeezing at his sides, his arms, his ass. His kisses were breathless against Kurt’s neck and collarbone and Kurt gave himself up to the man’s power. “What do you…what do you want from me?” he asked quietly.
The detective pulled away at that, eyeing him, smirking again that same mischievous look. “On your knees. You want to go home so badly? You want your freedom? You have to beg for it.”
Kurt complied, dropping to his knees and biting his lip uneasily as he fumbled with the man’s belt. He squeezed his eyes shut as he reached into the man’s pants to release his growing erection, sniffling back his threatening tears as he wrapped his lips around the man’s thick shaft.
Dave carded his fingers through the smaller man’s hair, getting a good grasp on either side of his head as he began thrusting into his mouth. He could see the tears glistening on the man’s lashes. Such a beautiful sight. “You want to go home? You want this to all be over? You want me to believe you didn’t do it?”
Kurt mumbled his replies, nodding through his tears as his lips stretched wide around the man’s cock. He choked and gagged as the man thrust too deep, tears freely spilling from his eyes. He just wanted it to be over. He just wanted this nightmare to be through.
But why…why was his own erection suddenly straining against the zipper of his jeans? Why would this desperate act of self-preservation be turning him on? He blinked back his tears, chancing a glance up at the man he was pleasuring. He was so rough, unkind, brusque…but god…was he hot. He used his authority and his power to get exactly what he wanted and right now, he wanted Kurt. He needed Kurt. That made Kurt feel…powerful…in his own way. It was no wonder the situation was affecting Kurt’s groin.
He reached a hand down slowly to palm at the growing bulge. He then reached both hands to gently pry the fingers from his hair. If this was his choice, if he was doing what needed to be done in order to finally end this nightmarish state of affairs, then he’d do it on his own terms. With the rough, greedy hands removed from his head, he placed his hands on the waistband of the larger man’s pants, inching them down his hips as he continued to work his mouth over the man’s length. He let his hands roam freely over the bare skin of the detective’s ass and hips, one hand finally finding his balls and gently fondling them.
This brought a moan from the other man’s mouth. Kurt looked up cautiously. His tears were gone, wiped away roughly as their eyes met. He wasn’t frightened or hesitant now. All his face had to offer was need…need and desire to bring this man to orgasm with his mouth. He echoed the moan, closing his eyes as he hungrily lapped at the man’s length, sucking and licking and fondling with a renewed drive and desire.
This was his choice and he was going to make it count.
A moment later the man was grunting, one hand returned to Kurt’s hair but placed gently on the back of his head, guiding him…not forcing him. He groaned out a warning, ‘stop…oh, god…close…’ to which Kurt simply increased his pace and tightened his grip. He felt the man’s hot seed hitting the back of his throat and he moaned around the man’s shaft, pleased with himself.
He sat back on his haunches, releasing the man’s dick from his mouth but not his hand. He stroked gently, in awe of the large impressive member in his hold, imagining other, more involved activities he wouldn’t mind sharing with the man. The detective shuddered, grabbing at Kurt’s hand and quickly pulling him up. Their lips met in another rough, hungry kiss as Dave pulled Kurt’s body against his.
Kurt pulled back, meeting the man’s eyes, “So, I’m free to go…?” he asked, a smug smile of accomplishment on his face.
“Yeah,” the larger man breathed, “you’re free to go.”
Kurt turned swiftly, grabbing his coat from the chair and reaching for the handle of the door. He turned back to see Dave pulling his pants up and tucking himself back in. He smiled widely, “I just have to say one thing before I go, Detective Karofsky. Your interrogation skills leave much to be desired.”
“Oh yeah?” Dave quirked an eyebrow.
“Yeah. You never even asked for a motive.”
“Motive?”
“My motive for killing that man…” Kurt replied coolly as he slid his arms through the jacket sleeves.
Dave’s jaw dropped as he took a hesitant step forward. “Why’d you do it?” he asked breathlessly.
“He insinuated that I lacked proper skills in oral sex,” Kurt stated bluntly.
“In that case, he deserved to die,” Dave chuckled, taking another few steps and closing the distance between them. “Justifiable homicide, no doubt about it.”
“Well, obviously,” Kurt replied.
Dave wrapped his arms around Kurt, finding his lips once again. “You’re adorable.”
“So are you. Detective.”
They kissed their way across the room, stumbling and collapsing onto the couch in their living room. “I knew you did it,” Dave laughed between kisses.
“I knew you knew I did it,” Kurt chuckled back. “Happy 7th.”
“Mmm, happy 7th yourself.”
SEVENTH
It started as a simple coincidence. And who knows how long it would have gone unnoticed if it weren’t for Kurt and his impeccable record-keeping. Or rather, his compulsive habit of keeping a diary. At the time, he’d looked back on the previous six months of he and Dave Karofsky’s relationship and noticed a peculiar quirk. Their first date had taken place on March 7th of their senior year at McKinley. It didn’t go well and it was well over a month later that Dave agreed to give Kurt another chance. Kurt had to promise to keep his witty yet incredibly cutting remarks to himself before Dave would agree to take him out again.
Kurt found the second date to be unimaginative and boring and stated that opinion on more than one occasion during the date. Which caused said date to end rather abruptly with Kurt slamming Dave’s car door just before Dave’s tires squealed down the street.
The third date, while no one can say exactly why it happened…happened nonetheless. And although not quite perfect, it was a pretty good start in the two boys actually being able to communicate in a more effective manner. The impossibly irresistible chemistry that kept bringing them together was finally tempered with promises to be respectful, honest and kind. A week later, on their fourth date, they kissed and the real sparks flew. That was May 7th and they became an official couple.
Kurt still had no idea of the coincidence of dates when their first time came along. It was July 7th. They’d both graduated from McKinley and summer break had begun. They were in love, of course, but unsure of their future. Dave had been offered a full-ride athletic scholarship from Kent State and Kurt had applied for and was accepted to several colleges and had finally decided on Ohio State. They made love that night, having Dave’s house all to themselves for the entire weekend.
It turned out well in the end of course. Kurt changed his mind and his major and applied late and was accepted to Kent State University, beings so lucky as to get his request for roommate in in time with the housing department. And it was September 7th, when Dave and Kurt were unpacking in their shared college dorm that Kurt took a break upon finding his journal among his other books from home. He flipped through the entries that he’d written over the previous six months and realized the fluke. He told Dave that night as they snuggled in the twin beds pushed together to one side of the room, that the 7th was a very important day for them. They should honor it.
It wasn’t until just after Halloween that they explored role-playing with each other. Kurt had dressed as a black cat, wearing a full black unitard complete with ears, a tail and collar. But of course, not the scratchy collar that the outfit came with, but a sturdier, felt-lined one he found at a pet store. It had rhinestones on it and it fit his diva-kitty personality well. Dave had dressed in a full zip-up dog costume from a rental store and they spent the evening chasing each other around the party. It was fun to be young and in love.
Which is why, a week later on November 7th, when Dave found the collar from Kurt’s costume and put it on, something sparkled in Kurt’s eye. That’s when their newly formed commitment to keep the 7th of every month as special and important took a kinky turn.
Kurt had studying to do and a paper to finish and Dave had promised to be quiet and clean the dorm room while he did. They were going to go out to eat later, to celebrate their anniversary of sorts. But it was the jingle of the tiny bell that caught Kurt’s attention. He looked up from his books to see Dave, shirtless and standing in front of the mirror, fastening the black rhinestone collar around his neck.
He glanced over to Kurt’s eyes, seeing the instant lust spreading across his face and then lowered his head, submissively. “I apologize for disturbing your studying, Master. I am finished with my cleaning now,” he spoke softly, his arms at his sides and his head still bowed.
Kurt couldn’t help the growl that escaped his lips. His eyes darted around the tiny apartment for inspiration. There, he saw it…oh this would be fun. He slammed his book shut with enough force to startle Dave into looking up. “No, slave…you are not,” he stated emphatically, standing and pointing to a tiny bit of a white sock sticking out from under their bed. “You useless, untrained behemoth. How many times must I punish you until you learn to clean properly?”
Dave bit his lip hard, trying not to smile. He dropped to his hands and knees, scampering across the room to the offending piece of laundry and retrieving it. “I’m sorry, Master. I’m so, so sorry,” he mumbled as he placed it in the laundry hamper. He walked on his hands and knees back to where Kurt was standing, rubbing his cheek along the hem of Kurt’s pants. “I won’t displease you again, Master, I promise.”
“Of course you won’t,” Kurt replied, feeling stunned by how extremely turned on he was. He looked down at Dave on the floor, still rubbing his face along Kurt’s sock-covered feet. “But I feel the need to punish you nonetheless. Undress and assume the position, slave,” he directed coolly.
Dave stood slowly, slipping his sweat pants and his boxers down and off. He walked towards the bed, crawling across it on his hands and knees and stopping…then…waited.
He heard Kurt rummaging through their top dresser drawer and then suddenly felt cold, wet fingers between his cheeks. He relaxed his muscles, eager and ready to have Kurt use him.
“Do you like that, slave?” Kurt asked, his voice sultry.
“Yes, Mas--” Dave was cut off and flinched as he felt Kurt’s hand make unexpected and swift contact with his skin. Kurt smacked Dave’s exposed ass cheek again, leaving red palm-shaped prints in each smack’s wake. He smacked again, the lube from his hands causing the most delightful sting. He smacked with his other hand, on Dave’s other cheek, repeatedly, until every inch of Dave’s backside was covered in overlapping red welts.
“Answer me. Do you like that?” Kurt demanded.
“Yes, Master,” Dave groaned through the unrelenting stings. “Yes, Master…more please.”
Kurt continued his abuse upon Dave’s ass until his hands were sore. He could only imagine the sting of Dave’s skin. He’ll have to remember to use an improvised paddle next time so he wouldn’t have to stop so soon. He returned his fingers to the forgotten swipe of lube and pressed them into Dave’s hole. “What about that? Do you like being punished this way too, slave? Do you?”
“Yes, Master,” Dave growled as he felt Kurt’s fingers filling him. “Punish me, Master, I deserve it for displeasing you.”
“Yes…you do,” Kurt murmured, removing his fingers and slathering on more lube before lining himself up against Dave’s hole. He pressed in slowly, feeling the tightness of Dave’s muscles stretch around him. He placed his hands on Dave’s hips and began thrusting immediately, smacking against Dave’s backside with a quick, frenzied pace.
This was way hotter than any other time Kurt had decided to top, Dave realized as he felt Kurt slamming into him. It wasn’t a normal or frequent occurrence, but when it happened, Dave was absolutely fucking turned on by Kurt’s change in personality. Added to that the role-playing aspect of slave and slave-master and that was a recipe for one mind-blowing fuck session.
Kurt knew he was closing in fast, hearing Dave’s grunts and moans spurring him on. He saw Dave’s hand reaching for his leaking cock and he smacked it away. “I haven’t given you permission to tough yourself, you insolent beast.”
“I’m sorry, Master,” Dave groaned.
Kurt continued slamming against Dave’s body, increasing his pace until he felt that familiar tightening and heat building within him. He pulled out, slapping once more across Dave’s ass and ordering him to roll over. He grabbed his cock, pumping quickly and shooting his seed in warm stripes across Dave’s belly and erection, grunting in pleasure as he locked eyes with his prone sex slave. Riding out the final remaining waves of his orgasm, he stroked the last of the come from his cock and placed his wet hand on Dave’s ignored member.
Dave gasped as Kurt next swiped up the majority of his own semen with his hand, using it as lube as he continued stroking his slave's length. It was one of the hottest things he’d ever seen Kurt do and he was closing in on his climax sooner than he would have imagined.
Kurt studied his slave’s eyes, watching him, listening to his moans of pleasure as his strokes brought him closer. Just when he knew he was about to climax he stopped and removed his hand. He reached for the back of Dave’s knee and turned him slightly, finding perfect and swift contact with still-red, abused skin of his ass cheek again. The look of shock on Dave’s face and the echoing of the smack as it bounced around the quiet room were almost enough to make Kurt giggle. But he narrowed his eyes, staring down at Dave’s pleading expression. “Don’t you ever interrupt my study time again, you insufferable peon. And the next time I order you to clean this room, you will clean it flawlessly, do you understand me?”
Dave nodded, still unsure if he was going to get off…but realizing quickly as Kurt stepped away and pulled his pants back up that that was it. “Master…?” he said quietly, timidly.
“What is it?” Kurt asked distractedly from the sink as he washed his hands.
“Are you…finished with me now?” He wasn’t sure if he enjoyed this little round of role-playing as much as he could have. After all, being fucked, beaten off but denied orgasm wasn’t necessarily something he wanted to make a habit of.
“I’m finished with you, slave,” Kurt answered distractedly, returning to his desk and his laptop and his paper.
Dave stared at the ceiling, twitching his lips and wondering what to do next. He could beat off on his own. His erection had only slightly diminished but he knew he was close and he could get off quickly. But really wanted Kurt back on the bed with him. And where was their after-sex snuggling and cuddle-time anyway? “Um…Kurt?”
Kurt didn’t reply.
Dave hesitated then tried again. “Master?”
“What is it, slave?”
Dave sighed. How does a slave go about asking for release anyway? Or was that the punishment. Well, obviously, that had been the punishment, he quickly realized. He’d initiated this little scenario, hadn’t he? It was his own fault for thinking Kurt would automatically give him what he wanted, with the roles that they'd assumed. He looked over at Kurt’s back where he sat at the desk and then down at the drying stickiness smeared across his belly. A tiny smile curled at the corners of his mouth and he relaxed back against the pillows. “I’m happy I was able to please you, Master. Thank you for punishing me. I will clean better next time.”
Kurt was up and out of his chair an instant later, kneeling on the floor in front of the bed and pulling Dave’s legs toward him. He quickly found Dave’s softening erection with his lips and in no time had him back to full hardness. He licked and sucked and moaned hungrily as Dave shot his warmth into his mouth. Kurt let the flaccid, twitching member slip from his mouth as he looked up and met his boyfriend’s eyes. He smirked as he brought himself to his feet and then climbed across the bed and found Dave’s mouth with his.
“And I’m sorry for disturbing your studying, Master,” Dave whispered against Kurt’s mouth.
Kurt moaned into another deep, lingering kiss before pulling back and meeting Dave’s eyes again. “I love you, Dave. I want to make every 7th amazing with you and I can’t wait til next month.”
Dave chuckled, “Planning it already?”
“After this little treat, hell yeah. I’m thinking something really big that’ll blow your freaking mind,” Kurt answered confidently.
Dave leaned up for another kiss before pulling back and replying, “Bring it.”