Fic: Freeze Dried Romance (Part 6/7)
Title: Freeze Dried Romance (Part 6/7)
Author:
lealpotter
Rating: R
Pairing: Kurtofsky
Summary: There’s something in his eyes, and something in his voice, and something in all of him that makes Dave’s breath catch; he isn’t sure what it is yet, but is really fucking thrilled to see it there all the same. First sequel to my Acts Like Summer, Walks Like Rain.
Author's Note: Updating a little earlier to compensate for my foray into the internet-less "great wide somewhere" (more Beauty and the Beast fanvids and songfics really need to happen - or maybe I'm just obsessed). And yet another sell-out of a cliff-hanger - but we're close!
Previous Chapters:
Chapter 1 - Look The Other Way
Chapter 2 - Wait Until It's Over
Chapter 3 - See That I Am Needing
Chapter 4 - Begging For So Much More
Chapter 5 - Gone And Missed It
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His eyes are even redder now, puffy and worn, but his voice is strong. Dave rests one hand on the side of his neck and leans down to kiss him softly; Kurt yields into it, his mouth opening readily under Dave’s lips. He tastes like promises to Dave - of what he is not sure just yet.
“Dave,” whispers Kurt, his breath sweet and tempting on Dave’s lips.
He shakes himself and grabs Kurt’s hand, leading him to the bed. They sit side by side, Kurt looking down intently at their joined hands.
“Tell me?” Dave asks quietly.
Kurt takes a deep breath and looks up, eyes lost in the white ceiling.
“I suck at this,” he says finally, still avoiding Dave’s eyes. “When it came down to genetic assignment, I ended up with plenty of first-rate genes, don’t get me wrong. But I think I might have gotten a defective one somewhere in there.”
Dave struggles to hold back a smile.
“Which one?”
“The - the s-sexy one.”
“Nah. Uh-huh. Try again.”
“David, I’m serious about this,” and as much as it pains him somewhere deep and raw, Dave knows he is.
“Just because you’re serious doesn’t mean you can’t be wrong out of your face, too.”
“You don’t -“
“Get it? That’s right, I don’t. ‘Cause, y’know, I’m stupidly fucking crazy about you, so you can guess how that’s hard for me to believe.”
Kurt’s eyes are back to his face now, hard and suspicious.
“You’ve been avoiding spending time with me like I’m patient zero for the bubonic plague. And every time I try to - you know, you-“
“Every time you try to what?”
Kurt huffs and rolls his eyes.
“To seduce you!” He scoffs when Dave starts. “And you - I’ve been painfully obvious and you still don’t… ugh! And then I caught on about this,” he waves at his pants and at the sole contents of the desk, “and I thought that was it, it wasn’t just me being utterly incompetent, but it was also-“ Kurt pauses, brows knitting together. “Actually, I have no idea where you were going with this, and why exactly you’ve been taking away my things. I was hoping you’d clarify that point for me.”
Dave gulps audibly, his palms growing sweaty.
“I - I -“
“Coherency, David.”
“Yeah, like you’re one to talk,” Dave retorts. “I’ve been taking them away to - to fix them.”
“Fix them?”
Dave spreads his hands miserably.
“I messed these up,” he replies, stroking down Kurt’s thigh with two fingers, too wrapped up in his own confession to catch Kurt’s sharp intake of breath at the contact. “With ketchup. So I sent them away for cleaning. But when I finally put them back, I managed to break your pin.” He takes away his hand, sighing. “Alexis fixed that for me. And then the scarf - I wasn’t even thinking, Kurt, I didn’t even notice I was doing it, but then there was this fucking huge hole, and my mom couldn’t fix it, so Em helped me buy a new one, and I know I should have told you, but Christ, who does shit like this, I just kept messing up and I thought you - that you’d -“
“What, that I’d break up with you?” suggests Kurt, laughing. His amusement is cut short when Dave shrugs morosely. “Dave?”
“One after the other. Whenever I thought I’d done right, it happened again. And then your cookies, you saw that one. And I thought I was coming here to be sent on my way, and you had all this stuff on, and a cookie, so -“
“I was curious. And hungry,” says Kurt incredulously. “And we still had some left, and I thought chocolate would be better than garlic, or onions, and -“
“Better for what?”
“Seduction,” Kurt mumbles. “I wanted - I was trying to -“
“Why?”
“Do you really need to ask?”
Dave nodded, his brow furrowing in deep-set lines.
“We agreed that after our first three dates we would -“ Kurt blushed, matched closely by Dave.
“Actually, that was your rule.”
“Well, fine, yes, but you always seemed so controlled - except not in the way Bla-“ Kurt pauses, but Dave nods tightly, urging him to continue. “Not like Blaine always was. You looked like you were trying so hard, and I wasn’t sure if it was the rule or really you needing to take it slow, so I started cooling things off too, distracting us. But lately you seemed like you were just shy of asking for permission and I wanted you to - I didn’t want to hold back anymore, I don’t think I ever really did, not even that first night.”
Dave takes it in, slow and precisely, putting every piece together with care. Then he starts laughing.
“Dave?”
And he can’t really stop, because they’re idiots, the both of them, and this is probably one of those lessons that are going to take a lot of trial and error to absorb.
“If you’re just gonna sit there and laugh at me, then -“
He surges forward and presses a heavy, needy kiss to Kurt’s lips, partly to shut him up and partly because, well. He can.
“So you’ve been going to all this trouble to steal my virtue, uh?” he says, grinning as he nuzzles Kurt’s neck.
“If you’re calling it that, then no, absolutely not.” Kurt is still a little pissed at him, so Dave grasps his hands between his own, looking serious.
“I’m sorry I looked like I was blowing you off, baby. Believe me, that’s something I can’t even imagine myself doing when I’m six feet under. I bet you could just waltz into my memorial service and I’d stand up - in every possible way, if you get what I mean -,” and Kurt slaps his arm, but he’s grinning like a loon, so Dave counts a win, “and I’d follow you any-fucking-where.”
“Really, now.”
“Really. It’s like this: I’m still getting used to just you, okay? I’m still kind of struggling with not being inappropriate whenever you’re close, so seduction? Flies way over my head; you can ask me for a napkin and half my brain will be positive you just suggested we do it on your dining room table.” Dave smirks crudely when Kurt snorts, his cheeks glowing with a fixed light pink. “And that you’re actually trying to - to seduce me, I don’t - I don’t even know what to say. As if it would actually take some kind of effort, Jesus.”
“Well, you’ve been particularly difficult lately.” Kurt shuffles closer, leaning his head on Dave’s shoulder. “And all of that - ditto, for me.”
“Huh?”
“I’m still getting used to you, too.”
Dave scoffs.
“Please. Little league wanna play with the pros?”
“I get hard every time you’re close enough for me to smell your soap, or whatever it is you use on your skin than makes my whole brain focus on getting you in my bed.” It’s Kurt’s turn to smirk as Dave looks flustered. “Comfort matters, Dave. We can’t just ‘do it’ anywhere like animals. And don’t even think of throwing me one more sports analogy, because I will put a sock in your mouth.”
Dave is still staring at him with wide, unblinking eyes. Kurt clears his throat.
“So. About the clothes. I do want you to send me the receipt for that scarf so I can pay you back -“
“No fucking way, Fancy, don’t even go there.”
“But -“
“No way.”
“Well, let me get half, then.”
“No.”
“Dave, I can’t remember the original tag price, considering I got it for half during after-Christmas sales-, “ he pauses for effect, perversely enjoying the expression on Dave’s face, “ -but I do know it was enough to hurt any teenager’s wallet.”
“I ruined it.”
“Accidents happen, Dave. And I have plenty more clothes.”
“Still.”
“And while we’re on that, did you honestly believe I would break up with you over clothes?”
“I know how much you care about shit like that.”
Kurt lifts one eyebrow.
“About shit like clothes?”
“I didn’t mean it like -“
“No, I think you’ve hit the nail exactly right. I know I can get a little… intense about fashion and neatness.” His eyebrow goes up at Dave’s poorly disguised sniggering. “But, and you listen to me now very carefully David Karofsky, do you honestly believe there’s any piece of clothing in that wardrobe that I rank over you?”
“You’ve got some pretty expensive sh- stuff in there,” says Dave cautiously.
“David.”
“And that one time you had to clean up after Finn and he got cheese dust all over your fourth favorite pair, or something, and -“
“Third, and I can’t believe you remember that. Dave-“
“And he told me you held a grudge for forever until you got to show Berry all his baby pictures from some Winter Wonderland play where he went as Rudolph and chucked off his pants during the second act.” Dave takes a pause to breathe and narrows his eyes at Kurt. “Which, damn, Fancy, evil-mastermind much?”
Kurt giggles, stroking Dave’s neck lovingly.
“You know me.”
“But it’s not like you could do the same to me. I mean, you could ask my mom, and I’m sure she’d turn it into her own personal mission on earth to make the whole thing pretty damn mortifying, but -“
“Dave!”
“But it’s all really boring stuff, so -“
“I don’t want your baby pictures,” Kurt manages, laughing.
Dave mock-frowns.
“Hey, I look adorable in those.”
“I’m sure you do,” says Kurt, tilting his head to kiss his boyfriend’s shoulder. “But I have no need to get back at you. I wouldn’t have been singing your praises right that moment if you’d told me, but I know my way around stains.”
“Yeah, but what about the pin?”
“I have extremely dexterous hands. Very skilled.” Kurt smiles at him suggestively, and Dave is amazed at how he managed to miss it before. “I could show you, if you’d like.”
Dave chokes on air, it seems like, and that is it. He’s had enough; Kurt’s been doing this on purpose and he’s been too much of a dunce to actually do something about it, but not anymore. He recovers his cool quickly enough to grab and pull at Kurt until his incredibly accommodating boyfriend is straddling his thighs on the bed.
“And the scarf?” he whispers half-heartedly, mouth brushing Kurt’s earlobe.
“I have tons of scarves,” whispers Kurt back, rubbing Dave’s shoulders with thinly veiled interest.
“Yeah, I don’t know, you’re being awfully cavalier about all this.”
“Well, there’s also that part where I have this thing for you that is rather blinding, so it might be that, too.” Kurt gets holds of one of Dave’s hands and starts stroking the crook between forefinger and thumb with his fingertip. There’s something in his eyes, and something in his voice, and something in all of him that makes Dave’s breath catch; he isn’t sure what it is yet, but is really fucking thrilled to see it there all the same.
He nudges at Kurt’s face with his nose until they’re facing each other - and then, instead of going for his boyfriend’s mouth, which had been the goddamn plan all along, he goes and opens his big stupid mouth.
“Kurt, before we… I just need to know, okay? Did you - I mean, am I -“
“Mm-hmm?”
“Do you forgive me?” he hurries out, unable to meet Kurt’s eyes.
“What, about the clothes? Dave, there’s no-“
“No. Well, that too, but that isn’t - I’m talking about everything.” Dave sighs when Kurt keeps looking at him in confusion. “All the fucking locker shoving, and slushying your friends, and the t-threats, and the - the kiss.”
Everything goes very still, as if he has stopped time with some awesome, just now unveiled superpower. He drops his eyes to his lap, focusing on how Kurt still hasn’t let go of his hand.
“Oh, David,” Kurt says quietly. He sounds amused. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but think we should cut back on our kissing time and put in some talking time. We need it badly.”
“What?”
“No, it’s my fault, really. I’m so used to you getting me when it comes to everything else, that I forget how you get completely lost in translation when it comes to how I feel about you.” His grip on Dave’s hand strengthens. “Dave, I - there really is nothing to forgive.”
“Shit, how can you say that, Kurt, come on -“
“There’s nothing to forgive because I’ve forgiven you a long time ago. Before I even knew I had, to be honest.” He smiles fondly. “Do you think I would have asked you to be my boyfriend if I still held that kind of thing over you?”
Dave scrunches up his nose, reigning in the urge to run up and down Kurt’s street singing at the top of his lungs. “Hum, technically…”
“Yes?”
“You didn’t ask me to be your boyfriend, Fancy. You implied I already was and then backtracked like the goddamned legions of hell were hot on your heels when I tried to make sure.”
Kurt scowls, turning his head haughtily, and Dave simply has to lean forward and kiss him, firm and sure, lingering for what feels like days and centuries, and yet too few seconds.
“Hmmm, David,” sighs Kurt, when they break apart. His grip is strong on Dave’s upper arms, and his eyes are determined. “You should tell me now if you’re not ready, or if you want to wait a little more, because this push-me-pull-me routine is driving me crazy, quite frankly.”
Dave’s lips curl into a playful smirk.
“Oh, really?”
“Really. And if you need more time it’s fine, of course it’s fine, but you need to tell me so that I can start investing some time on relaxing meditation techniques.”
“Jeez, Fancy, that’s a whole lot of pressure to put on a guy.”
Kurt deflates a little and looks down.
“Stop that. This is all just - very new to me. I’m walking blind here, Dave, I have no idea what to do with all these -“ Kurt waves vaguely. “These feelings.”
Dave can’t help but ask.
“New? What about Bland?”
Kurt glares at him coolly.
“Now you’re just fishing for compliments.”
“Got me there.” Dave winks. “So. How do you wanna do this?”
“My boyfriend, the romantic.” Kurt looks around them, thoughtfully. “Well, we already had that one time on the phone.”
“That’s different.”
“I know. I though maybe we could-“
Dave shoots him an incredulous look.
“You want to do this over the phone?”
Kurt lets out a startled laugh, and shakes his head.
“No, of course not, David. Actually, I was thinking we could just pick up where we left the other day, before my dad cockblocked our homerun.”
Dave was just about to comment on how unfair it was that Kurt was allowed sports analogies, and then he was just about to snigger at that particular analogy coming from Kurt’s mouth, but then that same mouth was trapping his in a deadly lock, and those deceptively delicate hands were pushing him down on his back, and his brain was screeching at him to fucking get with the fucking program already, you inconsiderate jerk.
Kurt is suddenly on top of him, body sliding up and down deliberately, flush to Dave’s from top to bottom; he wriggles his way between Dave’s legs and the top buttons of their pants clash with a sharp metallic sound. Dave wonders for a moment if they wouldn’t be better doing this undressed. His cock seems to be on board as far as Kurt is concerned, but it hardly seems like his boyfriend would agree to getting buck-naked while letting Dave keep his own clothes.
The other boy leans onto his elbows and drops his head to lick the hollow of Dave’s neck, making Dave arch in a painful angle, desperate for more of something he can’t even name.
Kurt glances down, pupils so wide he looks like something out of fucking Supernatural.
“This... this is big.” He bites his lip and grinds down harder, eyes narrowing with pleasure when Dave shivers. “Feels big.”
“Thanks,” grunts Dave, because he’s a smart-ass. He’s expecting an eye-roll or a kick to his calf, but what he gets is Kurt’s tongue stroking wetly over his bottom lip and Kurt’s playful ‘Uh-huh’ of agreement. “Doesn’t feel - shit, do that again - so shabby on your side.”
Kurt locks his thighs around Dave’s right leg, rolling his hips and trailing one hand up Dave’s side.
“I was having a moment of self-realization, thank you for participating, David. But while we’re at it, do me a favor.” He purrs the next part into Dave’s ear. “Get on top.”
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Author’s Note 2#: See? Now that’s just mean.