{fic} Monkey Boy 1/1
He almost made it all the way back to his car. But then he heard it…Kurt’s voice calling after him. He turned back towards the front of the school and could see the boy, the object of his affection, the recipient of his own personal Gorilla Gram racing down the steps in front of the school and coming straight towards him.
Dave had a choice…a decision to make and one fraction of a second to make it. He could make a mad dash for his car and hope that the tires gripped the asphalt quickly enough to take his terrified ass out of there. Or he could stay. Stand right where he was, stupefied, while Kurt assaulted him with questions he wasn’t ready or willing to answer.
He fumbled with his keys and reached for the door handle. But he couldn’t do it. He screwed his eyes shut and took a deep breath and waited for the onslaught from Kurt.
“R-r-roses are red…?” Kurt sputtered out, breathing heavy from the run and his out-of-control emotions.
Dave didn’t say anything. Kurt still held the Valentine’s message in his hand. What was Dave thinking when he wrote it, seriously…
“Roses are red,” Kurt began again, looking down at the paper in his hand. “Kurt Hummel is gay. If he were my boyfriend, I’d fuck him every day.”
Dave couldn’t help the way his lips twisted into a wicked smile at hearing Kurt curse. He was relieved to be wearing the mask, that was for certain. Kurt would probably slap him for smiling. But still, Kurt was hot. Trying to be all prim and proper but the blush coloring his cheeks and the fire in his eyes, they just did things to Dave.
“Who sent you?” Kurt demanded. “Is this a joke? Answer me…who paid to have you come here? Who?”
Dave backed up against his car door, still silent, desperate to get out of there. He didn’t want to make Kurt any more upset than he already was. There was no way he’d reveal who was now.
But Kurt took a step closer, peering deep into the eyes behind the black furry mask. “Answer me.”
That was it. Dave couldn’t take it any longer. He fumbled with the door handle behind him and opened the door, slipping in and starting the car.
Kurt grabbed the top of the door frame and prevented Dave front shutting it. “You can’t just leave,” Kurt spat. “You have to tell me who sent you. I don’t care if it’s signed ‘Secret Admirer,’ you have to tell me who it’s from...”
Dave looked back up at Kurt, panicking now. “I can’t,” he answered softly.
Kurt gasped, releasing the door and allowing Dave to shut it and drive off.
Kurt’s mind was racing now. This can’t be. This can’t be happening. He dug his hands in his pockets and found his keys. Who cares if his bag and his half-eaten lunch still sat in the cafeteria? This issue needed to be settled. Now.
Kurt watched as the small blue sedan headed for the parking lot exit. He unlocked his SUV and slid into the seat, starting his baby and putting it into gear. He pulled out of his spot and proceeded to follow the person in the gorilla suit. He was determined to know for sure who was in that suit. And he wasn’t taking no for an answer.
Dave’s heart about stopped when he saw Kurt pull out onto the road behind him. Was he insane? Ditching school to follow him? What did he do now? Speed up, try to lose him? Or pull over and talk. A lot of good that did him already.
Dave drove through the streets, panicky, sweating from the suit, sure that he was the biggest idiot in the world for trying to drive with his mask still on. But he couldn’t risk it. He had Kurt Hummel on his bumper and damn if that boy wasn’t determined.
A green light turned yellow just as Dave approached the next intersection. He knew he’d probably make it just as it turned red and Kurt would hopefully stop. This was his only chance. He slowed down slightly, pretending to stop and then at the last moment, gunned the engine and ran through as the light was turning.
Kurt was seething. He watched as traffic crossed in front of him, keeping his focus fixed on the blue car getting away. He saw it turn on a street a few intersections ahead and as soon as he had the green light, he floored it, determined to catch up.
Dave pulled into the park and drove the winding road around to the back where he could hide out. His heart rate had never been that fast for that long. He pulled into a parking lot facing a row of trees and killed his engine, sitting back in his seat and finally removing the mask.
Until he saw it...
Coming around the corner, headed straight for him, was Kurt’s huge, black SUV. Dave scrambled to get his mask back on, still desperate to keep his identity hidden. Kurt pulled up next to him, jumped out of his truck was standing next to Dave’s window a moment later.
“I wasn’t done with you yet.” Kurt’s muted voice was still loud enough to hear even through Dave’s shut car door. He wasn’t backing down. This was serious. Dave opened the car door and slowly got out, standing upright in front of Kurt but feeling two inches tall. So happy he was still wearing that mask, too.
They stood there, staring each other down, not making a move, for several tense minutes until Kurt took a sudden step back and reach for the handle of his back seat door. “Get in,” he ordered.
Dave’s eyes darted from the cavernous back seat of Kurt’s vehicle, to Kurt’s face and then back again. Seriously?
“You heard me, monkey boy. Get in there.”
Dave did as he was told, still unsure, still terrified of what he was going to say once Kurt demanded an explanation and had him held hostage in his car. He climbed up into the vehicle and slid across the seat, reaching for his mask, about to take it off.
“No, don’t.” Kurt was climbing in after him. He placed his hand over Dave’s larger, sweatier hand, stilling it. Kurt moved again and suddenly he was straddling Dave’s thighs, staring right into his mask, deep into his eyes. “Keep the mask on. I know you must be very uncomfortable in there but…I want it to stay on.”
Dave couldn’t breathe. He was hot and…and definitely getting hotter. But seriously, what was going on? Kurt’s hands were exploring the sides of the costume, grasping and tugging at the thick black fur. He shifted on Dave’s lap and tightened his grip on the sides of the furry legs underneath him. Kurt’s hands roamed upward, over the plastic belly and chest of the costume as his eyes fluttered closed and a small needy sound escaped his mouth.
“You said you wanted to fuck me, Gorilla. Or at least, the note you shoved in my hand said the sender of the gorilla gram did. And since you won’t admit your true identity then I’m just gonna have to assume that you are the secret admirer.”
Dave still couldn’t breathe. He could feel Kurt grinding down on him ever so lightly. He could see his beautiful blue-green eyes boring into his and he could hear the words Kurt was saying…but he still couldn’t breathe. He could feel tiny beads of sweat beginning to drip down his neck. He could feel the moisture beginning to saturate his t-shirt underneath his costume.
“What you don’t know…and what no one knows since I’ve never admitted it out loud and never, I swear never until this day would I have thought that I would admit it as freely as I am now…but I…I have a thing for animal costumes. It’s been my dark little secret fantasy to be fucked by someone in an animal costume for as long as I could remember. It could be anything from the Easter Bunny to a…a huge grizzly bear. Hell, once I had an absolutely incredible masturbatory daydream about a man in a chicken costume.” He ground down a little as he spoke, his hands still exploring the costume and its points of access, finding the zipper and pulling it open slightly. “You said you wanted to fuck me, Gorilla. So. Do it.”
The whimper that escaped Dave’s lips would have been considered comical in any other circumstance. But he could feel Kurt’s hand inside the costume, exploring the front of his cargo shorts and fumbling with the button there. This can’t be happening, he kept telling himself. This was all so completely unreal.
Kurt had his hand wrapped firmly around the shaft of Dave’s cock, stroking it lightly. His eyes never broke the intense stare he held with the eye holes in Dave’s mask. His own erection was straining on the zipper to his pants and he moved to adjust himself.
Dave noticed the move and moaned quietly. He watched as Kurt unzipped his own pants with his free hand and released his dick from behind the waistband of his underwear. “You want this, don’t you, monkey boy? You want to fuck me?”
Dave could only nod jerkily, lost in the sensation of Kurt’s fingers wrapped around his cock and Kurt’s dirty talk making his every nerve ending tingle.
Kurt released his hold on both cocks at the same time, bending over and reaching into the pocket on the back of the driver’s seat. He came back to Dave’s lap, tossing a small bottle of lube and a condom onto the seat next to them. He reached behind himself and slipped off his shoes, then quickly and deftly slid his pants down and off one leg.
Dave watched all this in a kind of dreamlike haze, not able to accept that it was actually happening…to him…by Kurt Hummel. But Kurt returned to Dave’s lap, reveling in the feel of the fur against his bare skin. “Touch me, Gorilla,” Kurt ordered, taking Dave’s hand where it lay slack on the car seat and bringing it towards his throbbing erection. “Wrap your strong gorilla hands around my cock.”
Dave thought that he might actually lose consciousness at that point. The heat from inside his costume was unbearable. He wanted to take his mask off so badly but Kurt had told him to keep it on. He would do anything that boy asked him…even if that meant he passed out from an unusually high body temperature.
With Dave’s hand firmly but gently stroking his cock, Kurt popped open the lid to the small bottle of lube and dribbled it on his fingers. Reaching around to his backside, he slipped in two fingers, shortly followed by a third. He worked fast and urgently, words of encouragement and needy sounds of pleasure finally getting Dave to increase his pace. The next moment he was unrolling the condom down Dave’s swollen head, moving his position to align the tip of Dave’s cock to his own entrance.
Dave couldn’t remember when his other hand moved to Kurt’s hip but the moment Kurt sat back slowly onto his cock, he groaned loudly, digging his fingertips harshly into the smaller boy’s flesh.
Once Kurt had Dave’s dick fully inside him, he paused, staring straight into Dave’s eyes again. “Fuck me, Monkey. Do it. Fuck me now.”
Dave grabbed harder at Kurt’s hips with both hands now, picking him up and slamming him down onto his cock. Kurt kept mumbling and mewling and chanting with each thrust. Dave could feel himself getting closing, climbing higher, about to finally climax when he noticed Kurt stroking himself and starting to spill his seed over his hand and onto the thick black fur of the costume. That was all it took. Dave was grunting and climaxing into Kurt with an uncontrollable force. His fingers were still digging deeply into Kurt’s skin and the sweat from underneath his mask was dripping into his eyes and he was sure his clothes were completely soaked.
But none of that mattered. He rested his head back on the seat and tried to control his breathing. Kurt slipped off him and tied off the condom, tossing it onto the floorboard and then reaching for a handful of napkins from the front console. After cleaning up the best he could the mess he’d made of the front of Dave’s costume, he sat back on his lap, cuddling a little into Dave’s body.
Dave didn’t think he could be any hotter or any more uncomfortable until that moment. But at the same time, Kurt Hummel was in his lap, cuddling with him, sharing with him in the afterglow of some really amazing sex. He could stand a little heat and discomfort.
Kurt finally looked up, meeting the eyes of the man behind the mask. He reached his hands up slowly, feeling for the edge of the mask and tugging it up just slightly.
Dave froze. Was he going to lose the mask now, finally…after all that? Kurt pulled the bottom of the mask up, revealing Dave’s mouth only then leaned in slowly and kissed him. The kiss was dreamy and slow, their lips lingering in the heat and sweaty taste of their skin. It was the most perfect kiss of Dave’s life.
A moment later, Kurt was crawling out of the back seat and Dave was following him. They stood there, haphazardly dressed and still slightly out of breath. Kurt bit his lip and smiled wickedly as he stepped closer to Dave. He placed once hand behind Dave’s neck and whispered in his ear, “Maybe next time, you can find a bear costume.”
Dave had a choice…a decision to make and one fraction of a second to make it. He could make a mad dash for his car and hope that the tires gripped the asphalt quickly enough to take his terrified ass out of there. Or he could stay. Stand right where he was, stupefied, while Kurt assaulted him with questions he wasn’t ready or willing to answer.
He fumbled with his keys and reached for the door handle. But he couldn’t do it. He screwed his eyes shut and took a deep breath and waited for the onslaught from Kurt.
“R-r-roses are red…?” Kurt sputtered out, breathing heavy from the run and his out-of-control emotions.
Dave didn’t say anything. Kurt still held the Valentine’s message in his hand. What was Dave thinking when he wrote it, seriously…
“Roses are red,” Kurt began again, looking down at the paper in his hand. “Kurt Hummel is gay. If he were my boyfriend, I’d fuck him every day.”
Dave couldn’t help the way his lips twisted into a wicked smile at hearing Kurt curse. He was relieved to be wearing the mask, that was for certain. Kurt would probably slap him for smiling. But still, Kurt was hot. Trying to be all prim and proper but the blush coloring his cheeks and the fire in his eyes, they just did things to Dave.
“Who sent you?” Kurt demanded. “Is this a joke? Answer me…who paid to have you come here? Who?”
Dave backed up against his car door, still silent, desperate to get out of there. He didn’t want to make Kurt any more upset than he already was. There was no way he’d reveal who was now.
But Kurt took a step closer, peering deep into the eyes behind the black furry mask. “Answer me.”
That was it. Dave couldn’t take it any longer. He fumbled with the door handle behind him and opened the door, slipping in and starting the car.
Kurt grabbed the top of the door frame and prevented Dave front shutting it. “You can’t just leave,” Kurt spat. “You have to tell me who sent you. I don’t care if it’s signed ‘Secret Admirer,’ you have to tell me who it’s from...”
Dave looked back up at Kurt, panicking now. “I can’t,” he answered softly.
Kurt gasped, releasing the door and allowing Dave to shut it and drive off.
Kurt’s mind was racing now. This can’t be. This can’t be happening. He dug his hands in his pockets and found his keys. Who cares if his bag and his half-eaten lunch still sat in the cafeteria? This issue needed to be settled. Now.
Kurt watched as the small blue sedan headed for the parking lot exit. He unlocked his SUV and slid into the seat, starting his baby and putting it into gear. He pulled out of his spot and proceeded to follow the person in the gorilla suit. He was determined to know for sure who was in that suit. And he wasn’t taking no for an answer.
Dave’s heart about stopped when he saw Kurt pull out onto the road behind him. Was he insane? Ditching school to follow him? What did he do now? Speed up, try to lose him? Or pull over and talk. A lot of good that did him already.
Dave drove through the streets, panicky, sweating from the suit, sure that he was the biggest idiot in the world for trying to drive with his mask still on. But he couldn’t risk it. He had Kurt Hummel on his bumper and damn if that boy wasn’t determined.
A green light turned yellow just as Dave approached the next intersection. He knew he’d probably make it just as it turned red and Kurt would hopefully stop. This was his only chance. He slowed down slightly, pretending to stop and then at the last moment, gunned the engine and ran through as the light was turning.
Kurt was seething. He watched as traffic crossed in front of him, keeping his focus fixed on the blue car getting away. He saw it turn on a street a few intersections ahead and as soon as he had the green light, he floored it, determined to catch up.
Dave pulled into the park and drove the winding road around to the back where he could hide out. His heart rate had never been that fast for that long. He pulled into a parking lot facing a row of trees and killed his engine, sitting back in his seat and finally removing the mask.
Until he saw it...
Coming around the corner, headed straight for him, was Kurt’s huge, black SUV. Dave scrambled to get his mask back on, still desperate to keep his identity hidden. Kurt pulled up next to him, jumped out of his truck was standing next to Dave’s window a moment later.
“I wasn’t done with you yet.” Kurt’s muted voice was still loud enough to hear even through Dave’s shut car door. He wasn’t backing down. This was serious. Dave opened the car door and slowly got out, standing upright in front of Kurt but feeling two inches tall. So happy he was still wearing that mask, too.
They stood there, staring each other down, not making a move, for several tense minutes until Kurt took a sudden step back and reach for the handle of his back seat door. “Get in,” he ordered.
Dave’s eyes darted from the cavernous back seat of Kurt’s vehicle, to Kurt’s face and then back again. Seriously?
“You heard me, monkey boy. Get in there.”
Dave did as he was told, still unsure, still terrified of what he was going to say once Kurt demanded an explanation and had him held hostage in his car. He climbed up into the vehicle and slid across the seat, reaching for his mask, about to take it off.
“No, don’t.” Kurt was climbing in after him. He placed his hand over Dave’s larger, sweatier hand, stilling it. Kurt moved again and suddenly he was straddling Dave’s thighs, staring right into his mask, deep into his eyes. “Keep the mask on. I know you must be very uncomfortable in there but…I want it to stay on.”
Dave couldn’t breathe. He was hot and…and definitely getting hotter. But seriously, what was going on? Kurt’s hands were exploring the sides of the costume, grasping and tugging at the thick black fur. He shifted on Dave’s lap and tightened his grip on the sides of the furry legs underneath him. Kurt’s hands roamed upward, over the plastic belly and chest of the costume as his eyes fluttered closed and a small needy sound escaped his mouth.
“You said you wanted to fuck me, Gorilla. Or at least, the note you shoved in my hand said the sender of the gorilla gram did. And since you won’t admit your true identity then I’m just gonna have to assume that you are the secret admirer.”
Dave still couldn’t breathe. He could feel Kurt grinding down on him ever so lightly. He could see his beautiful blue-green eyes boring into his and he could hear the words Kurt was saying…but he still couldn’t breathe. He could feel tiny beads of sweat beginning to drip down his neck. He could feel the moisture beginning to saturate his t-shirt underneath his costume.
“What you don’t know…and what no one knows since I’ve never admitted it out loud and never, I swear never until this day would I have thought that I would admit it as freely as I am now…but I…I have a thing for animal costumes. It’s been my dark little secret fantasy to be fucked by someone in an animal costume for as long as I could remember. It could be anything from the Easter Bunny to a…a huge grizzly bear. Hell, once I had an absolutely incredible masturbatory daydream about a man in a chicken costume.” He ground down a little as he spoke, his hands still exploring the costume and its points of access, finding the zipper and pulling it open slightly. “You said you wanted to fuck me, Gorilla. So. Do it.”
The whimper that escaped Dave’s lips would have been considered comical in any other circumstance. But he could feel Kurt’s hand inside the costume, exploring the front of his cargo shorts and fumbling with the button there. This can’t be happening, he kept telling himself. This was all so completely unreal.
Kurt had his hand wrapped firmly around the shaft of Dave’s cock, stroking it lightly. His eyes never broke the intense stare he held with the eye holes in Dave’s mask. His own erection was straining on the zipper to his pants and he moved to adjust himself.
Dave noticed the move and moaned quietly. He watched as Kurt unzipped his own pants with his free hand and released his dick from behind the waistband of his underwear. “You want this, don’t you, monkey boy? You want to fuck me?”
Dave could only nod jerkily, lost in the sensation of Kurt’s fingers wrapped around his cock and Kurt’s dirty talk making his every nerve ending tingle.
Kurt released his hold on both cocks at the same time, bending over and reaching into the pocket on the back of the driver’s seat. He came back to Dave’s lap, tossing a small bottle of lube and a condom onto the seat next to them. He reached behind himself and slipped off his shoes, then quickly and deftly slid his pants down and off one leg.
Dave watched all this in a kind of dreamlike haze, not able to accept that it was actually happening…to him…by Kurt Hummel. But Kurt returned to Dave’s lap, reveling in the feel of the fur against his bare skin. “Touch me, Gorilla,” Kurt ordered, taking Dave’s hand where it lay slack on the car seat and bringing it towards his throbbing erection. “Wrap your strong gorilla hands around my cock.”
Dave thought that he might actually lose consciousness at that point. The heat from inside his costume was unbearable. He wanted to take his mask off so badly but Kurt had told him to keep it on. He would do anything that boy asked him…even if that meant he passed out from an unusually high body temperature.
With Dave’s hand firmly but gently stroking his cock, Kurt popped open the lid to the small bottle of lube and dribbled it on his fingers. Reaching around to his backside, he slipped in two fingers, shortly followed by a third. He worked fast and urgently, words of encouragement and needy sounds of pleasure finally getting Dave to increase his pace. The next moment he was unrolling the condom down Dave’s swollen head, moving his position to align the tip of Dave’s cock to his own entrance.
Dave couldn’t remember when his other hand moved to Kurt’s hip but the moment Kurt sat back slowly onto his cock, he groaned loudly, digging his fingertips harshly into the smaller boy’s flesh.
Once Kurt had Dave’s dick fully inside him, he paused, staring straight into Dave’s eyes again. “Fuck me, Monkey. Do it. Fuck me now.”
Dave grabbed harder at Kurt’s hips with both hands now, picking him up and slamming him down onto his cock. Kurt kept mumbling and mewling and chanting with each thrust. Dave could feel himself getting closing, climbing higher, about to finally climax when he noticed Kurt stroking himself and starting to spill his seed over his hand and onto the thick black fur of the costume. That was all it took. Dave was grunting and climaxing into Kurt with an uncontrollable force. His fingers were still digging deeply into Kurt’s skin and the sweat from underneath his mask was dripping into his eyes and he was sure his clothes were completely soaked.
But none of that mattered. He rested his head back on the seat and tried to control his breathing. Kurt slipped off him and tied off the condom, tossing it onto the floorboard and then reaching for a handful of napkins from the front console. After cleaning up the best he could the mess he’d made of the front of Dave’s costume, he sat back on his lap, cuddling a little into Dave’s body.
Dave didn’t think he could be any hotter or any more uncomfortable until that moment. But at the same time, Kurt Hummel was in his lap, cuddling with him, sharing with him in the afterglow of some really amazing sex. He could stand a little heat and discomfort.
Kurt finally looked up, meeting the eyes of the man behind the mask. He reached his hands up slowly, feeling for the edge of the mask and tugging it up just slightly.
Dave froze. Was he going to lose the mask now, finally…after all that? Kurt pulled the bottom of the mask up, revealing Dave’s mouth only then leaned in slowly and kissed him. The kiss was dreamy and slow, their lips lingering in the heat and sweaty taste of their skin. It was the most perfect kiss of Dave’s life.
A moment later, Kurt was crawling out of the back seat and Dave was following him. They stood there, haphazardly dressed and still slightly out of breath. Kurt bit his lip and smiled wickedly as he stepped closer to Dave. He placed once hand behind Dave’s neck and whispered in his ear, “Maybe next time, you can find a bear costume.”