FIC: The Proposition: A (Slightly) Inappropriate Love Story (7/?)
TITLE: The Proposition: A (Slightly) Inappropriate Love Story
AUTHORS: Gleekilicious & Tessisamess
PAIRING: Kurtofsky
RATING: Will hit NC17
WORD COUNT: 5,004 // 23,864
SPOILERS: None; AU-fic
WARNINGS: Teacher/Student
SUMMARY: Kurt's pretty sure nothing sucks worse than being the only gay kid in the changing rooms. It's hell but he does a damn good job of skipping gym for three years before he's caught and forced back. Luckily, Coach Karofsky seems to be on his side, and when Kurt accidentally sees a lot more than he was supposed to, he starts to see his coach in a whole new light. After all, who better to lose your virginity to than a (slightly) older, experienced man with a thing for 'twinks'? There's only one problem: Coach Karofsky refuses to give in to the idea, namely because Kurt's not even legal. On the plus side, Kurt's birthday is only three months away...
chapter one
chapter two
chapter three
chapter four
chapter five
chapter six
◄ 7 ►
Kurt glanced over to his bedroom door, checking one last time that he’d locked it. His dad had gone out to dinner with some of his friends, and Kurt had the house to himself. Still, he didn’t trust his dad not to come back because he’d forgotten something; and though he’d be able to hear his car coming back he didn’t want his dad walking in on him.
He was naked, his room warm and his hair still slightly damp from a shower, sprawled out elegantly on his bed. His fingers were trailing teasingly up and down his thighs, eyes flickering shut as he exhaled slowly. He didn’t even need to construct the basic plot of a fantasy in his mind, he knew exactly what he wanted to play out... exactly who he wanted, and where he wanted it...
Kurt walked into the office. It was after hours, and the place was silent and empty - save for Dave, sitting at his desk and the lights low.
"You wanted to see me, sir...?" Kurt breathed, the tension and energy in the air palpable.
Dave turned as he got out of his chair, nodding. "Yeah; close the door."
Kurt’s breath caught as he nodded and leaned back, the door clicking shut behind him. "Alright..."
Dave leaned in, crowding into Kurt's space. For a second it looked like he was about to touch him, but he reached past his student instead to lock the door.
Kurt swallowed hard, his fingertips trembling from where they were pressed against the door, not moving an inch from where Dave was - so close to him.
"That offer still on the table?" Dave murmured, leaning in a little as he let go of the lock.
"Y-yes," Kurt whispered, knowing exactly which offer Dave was referring too and barely ducking his head in a nod as he drew his hands away from the door, reaching out through the short space between them, his palms grazing Dave’s shoulders.
Dave didn't hesitate to close the space between them, one arm moving up to brace against the door as he took Kurt in slowly. Then, just like that, Dave was on him, pressing Kurt against the door with his weight as he kissed him.
Oh, god. Oh god. He inhaled sharply through his nose, eyes fluttering shut for a second as he felt the heat and pressure of Dave’s lips against his - his body; firm and solid and everything he wanted in a man. His hands moved, one resting on Dave’s arm and the other coming up to cup his cheek as he kissed back with a low noise.
"You want me?" Dave asked against Kurt's lips, voice low, as he wedged his thigh firmly between his legs. One hand dropped to Kurt's hip, squeezing it briefly as Dave bit down on his student's bottom lip.
"Yes," Kurt managed to choke out quickly, his whole body shivering as he arched slightly against Dave, the bite to his lip prompting him to open his mouth, his hands trying to pull his coach closer.
"Good." Dave's grip on Kurt's side was quickly abandoned, dropping to his ass instead, grabbing him firmly. He used the hold he had on Kurt and his leg, still trapped between Kurt's thighs, to pull him away from the door, flush against him as he attacked his mouth.
Kurt groaned softly, kissing back as best he could despite his inexperience, his eyes drifting closed for a second as he clung to Dave, so hard already. "Please," he managed to gasp out, hips twitching forwards, "please, I need... more..."
Dave nodded, stepping back from the door. He pulled Kurt with him, hands moving to his ass to hold onto him as he maneuvered them toward his desk. He had to push all the crap off of it before he could push Kurt onto the desk, papers and his class planner getting knocked onto the floor. Even the mouse and keyboard failed to make the cut.
Kurt couldn’t help the trill of exhilaration that raced down his spine as Dave did that, watching them clatter to the floor before looking back up at Dave and exhaling raggedly, sliding onto the desk and letting his legs fall open. His fingers curled around the edges, his body stretched out and lean - all for the man in front of him.
Dave leaned over Kurt, hands settling heavily on his thighs as he kissed him again. It was like he couldn't get enough of him; couldn't stop touching him, even for a second. One hand slid between Kurt's thighs, cupping him through his jeans.
He groaned softly into the kiss, his hand coming up to tug desperately at Dave’s shirt as his hips arched up into his hot hand, the relief as he was touched - not to mention the thrill of being touched - almost overwhelming. God how he wanted him... wanted this. "O-- off," he choked out, pulling at Dave’s shirt again. "Please..."
He complied (of course he did), hauling his shirt up over his head before tossing it back onto the chair. Dave grabbed the backs of Kurt's knees, spreading his legs roughly as he pulled him so that his ass was barely on the edge of the desk, the only thing keeping him balanced being Dave's legs between his own.
"Nhhn..." the force, the sheer strength in Dave’s movements made Kurt’s toes curl as his hand slid down Dave’s bare chest - over the muscle and hair and flesh, his legs hooked around Dave’s waist as his fingers tripped lower, over Dave’s stomach. His mouth was dry, cock aching. Kurt slid his fingers to the waist band of Dave’s pants. "And these too..." he whispered.
A low growl escaped Dave has he sealed their lips in another hard kiss, one hand dropping to the fly of his jeans. He broke the kiss to duck his head, teeth and tongue moving over the side of Kurt's neck as his jeans fell to the floor. "You're a little over dressed," he teased, voice rough.
"Yeah," Kurt breathed, tilting his head to give Dave more access to his neck as his fingers trailed over Dave’s thighs. "What’re you going to do about it...?" He was so hard it almost hurt now, fighting to keep his hips still as each bite and kiss at his neck made his vision swim.
Dave grinned against the side of Kurt's neck before biting sharply; he pulled back, grabbing the hem of Kurt's shirt, tugging it up and off. One hand firmly placed itself on Kurt's chest before moving lower to work his pants undone.
Kurt was struggling not to slump back against the desk, his arm shaking with the effort of holding himself up as his bared chest heaved. He was trying to remember how to breathe, his lips swollen and parted, eyes glazed as he arched his hips up into Dave’s hand.
"You have no idea how fucking hard it was to say no to you," Dave murmured as he jerked Kurt's pants down his hips, the action lifting him off the desk.
He gasped, scrabbling for a grip on the desk as he was lifted off it for a moment, his head tipping back as his cock was freed from his tight jeans. "You have, nghnn, no idea how much I want you to fuck me," he whispered, voice low and rough.
"Oh, I really think I do," Dave replied, one arm moving around Kurt's waist as he took the younger man's hand, slid it into his boxers, around his straining cock.
Kurt’s pulse was pounding in his ears as his fingers curled around Dave’s cock - feeling the weight and thickness, the heat and throb. He squeezed, his hand moving slowly up to slide his thumb through the wetness at his tip. "It’s all I can think about," Kurt murmured, looking up at Dave through his eyelashes.
Dave grunted quietly, the barely-there noise sounding hungry and almost needy. He thrust lightly into Kurt’s grip, arm tightening around his waist as he did, his other hand moving to impatiently start pulling the younger man’s tight jeans further down his legs. Dave buried his face into the curve of Kurt’s neck, tongue smoothing over his skin before he bit again. "God, I wanna fuck you so bad." he groaned, the words vibrating, hot and ragged, against Kurt’s neck.
Kurt’s hand tightened around Dave’s cock, stroking teasingly slowly - careful because of the lack of lubrication as he spread his legs a little to help his jeans fall from him, shoes long gone. He groaned softly, letting his thumb trail back over the sensitive, slick head.
God how he wanted Dave to fuck him, to feel his cock moving, thrusting, pounding inside him, the clatter of the desk and his noises...
"Please," he managed to gasp out, bucking his hips up for effect.
Dave nodded, leaning back to pull out one of the drawers of his desk. He dug around for a moment before pulling out a small, clear bottle. And wasn't it just so lucky that he happened to keep lube in his office? Perfect for the occasional clandestine meeting with a student after hours. He worked Kurt's jeans the rest of the way off, dropping them on the floor before kicking off his shoes and shucking his own jeans the rest of the way off.
"On your back," he directed, voice low, as his thumb popped the cap on the bottle.
Kurt’s cock throbbed as he gave Dave one last squeeze and let go, leaning up to steal one more kiss before obediently laying back and smirking lightly. "Yes, sir," he breathed, the desk warm beneath his shoulder blades. He shivered, watching Dave’s hand and the little bottle, crooking his legs a little wider.
Dave upended the bottle over his fingers. He knew just how to do it. How to be everything Kurt wanted. One hand disappeared between Kurt's legs as he set the bottle down on the edge of the desk, fingers brushing teasingly against his student's hole.
Kurt tilted his head back with a low, ragged noise. His feet were dangling in the air, though he pressed the soles of them to the desk to lift his hips encouragingly. "Yes," he breathed, eyes locked with Dave’s, naked and spread open for his coach. "Please..."
One hand settled on Kurt's hip as Dave's fingers played with him, slicking him with lube as they rubbed against him. It wasn't long before Dave was pressing into Kurt with one of those fingers, thrusting shallowly into him as he worked it in deeper.
"Ahn...! Mhn! Nghn...!" Kurt was gasping loudly, each push of Dave’s fingers drawing a desperate noise from him. He lifted his leg, wrapping one around Dave’s waist as he arched himself closer - deeper. "T-Tell me... how much you wanted me like this..." he whispered, smirking softly.
"Oh, god..." Dave groaned. "So much," he murmured hoarsely, hand abandoning Kurt's hip to lift his leg onto his shoulder as he leaned forward. The angle was awkward, but the kiss was worth it. He worked another finger in, panting harshly against Kurt's lips. "Think about fucking you all the time."
Kurt trembled as he was lifted into position, the stretch and burn of Dave’s fingers incredible, the deep heat of his kiss and the raw honesty in his words all added to the crushing pleasure - the twist deep in his stomach. "Nghhn...! Yes," he hissed, biting Dave’s lip. "More..."
Dave eagerly obeyed, tongue flicking over Kurt's teeth as he worked his fingers inside of him, pushing in deep and rotating his wrist.
"Ahh!" Kurt’s hips bucked as Dave’s fingers ground against his prostate, the back of his head thunking against the desk as he clutched the sides. "Sir...!"
"Fuck yes," Dave grinned, biting at Kurt's lip as he moved his hand faster, keeping his fingers deep in his student's tight heat. "Good?" he teased quietly, drawing them out so he could push back in slowly.
"Yes, yes," he hissed, digging his heel into Dave’s shoulder and twisting, the muscles in his thighs quivering. He needed more, ached for more, the feeling of Dave’s fingers in him - of the man he wanted so much, and who wanted him back - the best he’d ever felt.
Kurt's words seemed to spur Dave on, fingers pumping in and out of him with more intensity before he withdrew them completely, reaching blindly with his other hand for the bottle. After uncapping it and tipping it out over his fingers for the second time, Dave slid them back into Kurt, this time with three, wrist turning from side to side as he worked to get past the tight ring.
Kurt reached up, pulling Dave down for a deep, messy kiss as he cried out softly, managing to lift his hips clear off the desk. "Please! Please, I... I need you now, please," he gasped against Dave’s mouth, trembling with pleasure. "I’m ready, I s-swear..."
Dave nodded jerkily, but still took a moment to keep fingering Kurt before he carefully pulled out. He grabbed the bottle for a third time, this time slicking his cock, then pulled Kurt's other leg up onto his shoulders and pulled him back down to the edge of the desk. His cock slid against the cleft of his student's ass, nudging his balls.
Kurt’s breath caught as he nodded, flexing his spine to lift himself a little higher. His hands gently stroked over Dave’s cheeks, tender and soft and... "I’m ready," he whispered again, crooking a tiny smile.
Dave reached between them to take hold of his cock, keeping it steady as he pushed forward. He groaned quietly, sucking Kurt's bottom lip in between his. "God; so fucking tight," he ground out, the words trailing off into a hitching moan as the head of his cock slipped in.
Kurt’s fingers curled into Dave’s hair, a short whimper escaping him as he clamped his eyes shut, revelling in the stretch, the fullness, the heat... it was everything he’d imagined and wanted and more. "Sir-- nghn... please, I-- yes... s-so good..." he whispered, toes twitching as he clenched a little.
Slowly, Dave started moving, working himself deeper into Kurt with every shallow thrust. Once his hips were flush against the insides of his student's thighs his strokes got longer, Dave adjusting the angle of his hips until he got it just right.
The loud groans and gasps Kurt was making increased tenfold as a sudden burst of pleasure sent what felt like pure fire racing up his spine; Dave’s cock finally grinding against his prostate. He was already incredibly close, the smell of sex, sweat and skin heady and thick, the air between them hot and sticky.
"Please, please, ahh! Ahn, mhn, nhn! Mhn, ahn! A-Ahh! S-Sir, sir, yes! Mhnn!" He couldn’t stop the noises - barely able to hear them as he moaned louder and louder.
Dave shifted to put his weight onto one elbow, thrusts growing harder, rougher. "God, you feel so fucking good," he hissed sharply, free hand moving to curl around Kurt's cock, stroking quickly.
The angle was better like this, they were pressed skin-close and utterly breathless, the desk rattling and creaking with each thrust. "Nghn!!! Y-Yes, yes! Please, please...! Sir...! A-Aaah!" His nails dug into Dave’s shoulders as he tensed, just a few jerks to his cock more than enough to send him plummeting over the edge as he came almost violently hard between them with a loud, keening cry of Dave’s name.
Kurt slumped on his bed, gasping for breath and letting his fingers idly touch the come on his stomach. He’d never come so hard; or been so loud...! Thank god he’d been home alone. After a few long moments Kurt groaned and forced himself up, into the shower.
His ‘little problem’ with Coach Karofsky didn’t seem to be going away at all...
*
So far Dave's rearranging of his classes was working. Sure, a lot of the other teachers were pissed as hell with him for fucking up their classes too, but he figured a few cold shoulders and having to relearn names was worth it, in the end, if it was knocking at least part of the bullying problem out. In fact, he was pretty sure there were only two teachers who weren't ready to bite his head off; Schue and Sylvester.
Richardson was in the clear as far as he could tell, though he'd still been taking up Sue's favorite past time of patrolling the halls for the past week --just to be on the safe side.
Kurt had - for once - been having a rather good day. His new Jacob’s sweater had arrived, and it was so worth the $359.99 he’d happily spent on it, not to mention the fact that the slushie machines were out of order. He’d only been shoved once that morning, and it was a light one at that to his lower back that had him stumbling forward a step or two and glaring back at the sea of students.
It was one of those weird days where he didn’t actually have classes with any of his friends that morning, but he’d caught snatches and glimpses of them in the crowds and managed to give a quick wave or a smile where possible, but no other contact.
It was fine, though. For once... people were smiling at him. Alright, they were grinning, but it had to be the sweater. He knew it was only a matter of time until his impeccable sense of fashion won over the masses. Even a few had nodded his way and greeted him - to many more smiles.
His day was made all the better as he spotted Coach Karofsky. Kurt fought through the crowd and over to his teacher. "Hey. I think I’m going to grab lunch in the cafeteria today," he smiled brightly. "I’ll see you in gym later, though." The student body was pushing past him and he moved with it, flicking his fingers in a wave before walking away.
Dave had nodded in agreement, smiling distractedly as he turned to tell a couple of freshmen to quit running. As Kurt left, though, he blanched, quickly weaving forward through the crowd to grab the boy's arm. "Kurt, my office. Now." He muttered quietly, near Kurt's ear. He knew it was too late. He was sure the entire fucking school had seen it. "Stay in front of me." Dave didn't release Kurt's arm; he just started walking, keeping his student in front of him as he steered him hurriedly toward his office.
Kurt’s breath caught audibly in his throat, his heart skipping a beat and then suddenly pounding in his chest as Dave grabbed him, pushing him towards his office. His knees felt weak and wobbly, his mind still reeling as it tried to catch up with what... with what was happening, and oh, god, what was happening?! Because if it was what he thought it was...
…oh holy shit.
The second they pushed through the office door Dave let go of Kurt's arm, shutting the door quickly as he flicked on the overhead light. "Kurt, I--" God, he didn't know what to say. And not one fucking person had told him. They'd all just smiled and let Kurt think... Dave didn't know how he was going to take it. Hell, he didn't even know how he was going to tell Kurt.
He couldn’t breathe. Kurt actually couldn’t breathe, his hands clenched tight around the strap of his bag as he stared up at Dave, his eyes wide - shock and hope and disbelief in them because this was happening. "Yes...?" He breathed, trying to prompt Dave into continuing.
"Kurt," Dave fumbled for the right words. Well, no. That wasn't quite right. He knew exactly what he needed to say, but actually getting the words out? It was a lot harder than it had any right to be. "Kurt, your ass, dude." God, he needed to stop cussing at the kids...
Kurt let out a soft sound, weakly reaching out to the wall to steady himself. This was the best day of his life. "It’s one of my finer features," he managed to say shockingly smoothly, given his internal melt-down at what was happening - though really, he had to question Dave’s subtlety. He hadn’t even locked the door; anyone could come in!
Dave laughed, the sound a touch hysterical. "No, I..." he dragged a hand through his hair roughly. "God, fuck it," he muttered, then stepped forward. He managed to jerk the masking tape off the back of Kurt's jeans without touching much else other than the tape itself. He balled it up before Kurt could see the blocky, handwritten, WANTS COCK written on the tape in Sharpie.
All the air felt like it had been punched from his lungs as Dave leaned in, which meant that as he tore something from his jeans and leaned back, he made an odd, confused wheezing sound. "Wh... what...?" Kurt asked, his hand fluttering to touch the back of his jeans. "What did you just...?" This wasn’t how it was meant to go...! What the hell!?
Dave sighed, seeming to deflate a little as he did. Nothing he'd done had changed a fucking thing. Just the game plan. "I... there was. Fuck, Kurt. There was a sign on your ass." he mumbled, tossing the balled up tape into the trashcan.
…Kurt swallowed. "What did it say...?" he asked quietly, the excited, blissful hope fading from his eyes as he realized how stupid he’d been to imagine his stupid fantasy of Dave wanting him had had a chance of happening, and how badly he’d just embarrassed himself again in front of him.
"Um," Dave faltered. "Just stupid shit, s'all."
Kurt moved before Dave could react, reaching into the bin and plucking out the tape, his delicate fingers pulling it apart without ripping it, despite the way they were shaking a little.
Dave watched quietly, hand automatically moving to pinch the bridge of his nose. Kurt didn't deserve this shit. "It's just a stupid joke," he muttered. It wasn't true and they both knew it.
Kurt didn’t reply, staring down at the strip of tape between his hands, the harsh capitals of WANTS COCK rough against the dirty white. That was why everyone had been ‘smiling’ at him. That was why people had nudged their friends, grinned at him, and said "Hey, Hummel." That was that shove, all those hours ago.
And not even the teachers had said anything. They’d just let him walk around all day, with WANTS COCK stuck to his ass. Why was it always just when things seemed to be getting better, they were actually just getting worse...? God forbid he was allowed to feel happy for more than an hour at a time before being slammed back into reality.
He didn’t even realize he was crying until the first tear hit the tape.
"Shit," Dave breathed. "Please don't cry," he pleaded quietly before reaching out to tug Kurt into a loose hug. Fuck if he was going to abide some stupid rule about inappropriate touching when his student was crying and just needed a goddamn hug.
But all the hug did was open the proverbial floodgates, because not only had he spent the whole day with that stuck on his ass and the whole school in on the joke, he’d honestly thought for a moment that someone wanted him. That Dave wanted him. How he thought that when Dave had leaned in he was going to be kissed, how... how stupid and weird he’d sounded when he’d said ‘one of my finer features’... how naive he’d been.
It hurt. A double-slap of humiliation, embarrassment and crushing disappointment; even as he let his forehead rest against Dave’s shoulder, the tape falling to the floor as he pressed his hands to his eyes and tried to stop crying before he made an even bigger fool of himself.
"It's okay," Dave murmured uselessly, hand moving to settle on Kurt's upper back. "At least you're not naked this time?" It was a terrible joke; he knew it was. But it was out before he could stop it.
Kurt let out a weak, slightly pained noise at that memory. "G-Great," he choked out, the biting sarcasm still clear in his voice, "c-can’t wait to s-see what they d-do next...!" He hated crying, hated that he was reduced to this in front of someone he liked and admired so much, hated that they made him look like an idiot in front of Dave again and again.
"Shit... shit, I'm sorry. I --god. Just trying to make you laugh." Dave pulled away, opening a desk drawer to dig out some tissues and hand them over. "Sit down," he suggested gently as he took a seat in his own chair.
Kurt snuffled softly as Dave pulled away, jerking his head weirdly between a nod and a shake. "No, I-- y-yeah, I know... s-sorry..." he mumbled, sitting down after a second and taking the tissues, pressing them to his eyes. It looked like tonight was going to be another night of trying to drown his misery in musicals and calories, trying not to reflect on how fucking alone he felt so often.
"It could be worse," Dave offered carefully. He shouldn't be putting his personal life out there to a student, he knew that, but all Dave could think about was the fact that he couldn't help Kurt the way he wanted. That, if it got bad enough, something terrible might happen.
He slid his chair a little closer, sighing. "In my junior year at college I went to this party and, like, y'know. The band was there, ton of people, all that shit. Anyway, I'd just started seeing my boyfriend and brought him with. He wanted to see us play. And, of course, some dude got way too drunk and started spewing all this shit about fags burning in hell and abominations --the standard bullshit. Couple'a guys tossed him from the party and we all just forgot about it.
"So when we decide to leave and we get out to the parking lot my car's got 'FUCKING FAG' keyed into the hood. Nice and big so no one’d be blind enough to miss it." Dave laughed quietly, shaking his head. "And, as much as I hate to say it, that's not the 'it could be worse.' I think we both know shit like that happens all the time. Doesn't make it right, but it's still true. No, the 'it could be worse' in all this is that during my first year of teaching I walked in on the fucker who keyed my car, harassed me and my boyfriend, just... fucking his brains out. In our bed, no less." He grinned, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Apparently it’s not cheating if you’re trying to help a dude out of the closet," Dave said conspiratorially.
"And now I'm here." he sighed with a shrug. "And I’m, more or less, just fine. I mean, let’s face it, Kurt. You’re a lot braver and a lot stronger than I am --and if I’m fine then I think you’re going to be too. Even if the world does keep shitting on you right now."
Somewhere in the middle of Dave’s story Kurt had stopped crying, looking up at him and listening intently, still dabbing at the wetness on his cheeks. "That’s... that’s awful," he whispered softly, voice still hoarse. "I’m so sorry that happened to you..."
Kurt took a deep, shuddering breath. "I’ve had my house covered in graffiti before... my dad’s gotten anonymous phone-calls and... and they nailed all our lawn furniture to the roof once..." his voice was quiet, more broken than he’d let it be before in front of someone. "They throw things at me, they ruin my clothes and toss me in dumpsters... and each time I-- each time I think it’s getting better, it’s not... my dad has heart problems... he’s already had a heart attack, my mom’s dead and if... if I tell him he’ll get so angry..."
Kurt clenched his fists, head ducked. "If he dies, then... I can’t even think about it..." he shook his head softly, shoulders slumping. "I just don’t understand why I’m not allowed to be happy... I keep thinking it’s changed, wondering when it’ll change... if it ever will..."
He took another deep breath, pulling himself up a little and shaking his head. "I won’t let them beat me," he whispered. "...I want to see the look on their faces when I’m rich and famous and everything they want to be... do you have tape and a sharpie?" he asked, holding his hand out.
"Kurt, I..." Dave trailed off; he should be telling Kurt not to do whatever it was he was planning. But he agreed with Kurt. He shouldn't be letting those assholes win. Hell, if Dave wasn't a teacher, he'd be encouraging him to go kick the shit out of them. "I didn't give it to you, okay?" Dave muttered, pulling open the middle drawer of his desk. He dug out a roll of half used up masking tape and a Sharpie after a bit more searching.
Kurt nodded, shooting him a tiny smile as he took the things. He uncapped the pen and started to write, tearing off the tape and turning it, showing the finished to Dave a moment later.
‘LIKES BOYS; GET OVER IT.’
"Much better," he murmured, sticking it in place where the first one had been. By this time 99.9% of the student body would know about it and would be vying for a look.
It was really one of those laugh or cry sort of moments, so Dave opted to laugh, nodding slightly. "Totally better," he agreed.
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AUTHORS: Gleekilicious & Tessisamess
PAIRING: Kurtofsky
RATING: Will hit NC17
WORD COUNT: 5,004 // 23,864
SPOILERS: None; AU-fic
WARNINGS: Teacher/Student
SUMMARY: Kurt's pretty sure nothing sucks worse than being the only gay kid in the changing rooms. It's hell but he does a damn good job of skipping gym for three years before he's caught and forced back. Luckily, Coach Karofsky seems to be on his side, and when Kurt accidentally sees a lot more than he was supposed to, he starts to see his coach in a whole new light. After all, who better to lose your virginity to than a (slightly) older, experienced man with a thing for 'twinks'? There's only one problem: Coach Karofsky refuses to give in to the idea, namely because Kurt's not even legal. On the plus side, Kurt's birthday is only three months away...
chapter one
chapter two
chapter three
chapter four
chapter five
chapter six
◄ 7 ►
Kurt glanced over to his bedroom door, checking one last time that he’d locked it. His dad had gone out to dinner with some of his friends, and Kurt had the house to himself. Still, he didn’t trust his dad not to come back because he’d forgotten something; and though he’d be able to hear his car coming back he didn’t want his dad walking in on him.
He was naked, his room warm and his hair still slightly damp from a shower, sprawled out elegantly on his bed. His fingers were trailing teasingly up and down his thighs, eyes flickering shut as he exhaled slowly. He didn’t even need to construct the basic plot of a fantasy in his mind, he knew exactly what he wanted to play out... exactly who he wanted, and where he wanted it...
Kurt walked into the office. It was after hours, and the place was silent and empty - save for Dave, sitting at his desk and the lights low.
"You wanted to see me, sir...?" Kurt breathed, the tension and energy in the air palpable.
Dave turned as he got out of his chair, nodding. "Yeah; close the door."
Kurt’s breath caught as he nodded and leaned back, the door clicking shut behind him. "Alright..."
Dave leaned in, crowding into Kurt's space. For a second it looked like he was about to touch him, but he reached past his student instead to lock the door.
Kurt swallowed hard, his fingertips trembling from where they were pressed against the door, not moving an inch from where Dave was - so close to him.
"That offer still on the table?" Dave murmured, leaning in a little as he let go of the lock.
"Y-yes," Kurt whispered, knowing exactly which offer Dave was referring too and barely ducking his head in a nod as he drew his hands away from the door, reaching out through the short space between them, his palms grazing Dave’s shoulders.
Dave didn't hesitate to close the space between them, one arm moving up to brace against the door as he took Kurt in slowly. Then, just like that, Dave was on him, pressing Kurt against the door with his weight as he kissed him.
Oh, god. Oh god. He inhaled sharply through his nose, eyes fluttering shut for a second as he felt the heat and pressure of Dave’s lips against his - his body; firm and solid and everything he wanted in a man. His hands moved, one resting on Dave’s arm and the other coming up to cup his cheek as he kissed back with a low noise.
"You want me?" Dave asked against Kurt's lips, voice low, as he wedged his thigh firmly between his legs. One hand dropped to Kurt's hip, squeezing it briefly as Dave bit down on his student's bottom lip.
"Yes," Kurt managed to choke out quickly, his whole body shivering as he arched slightly against Dave, the bite to his lip prompting him to open his mouth, his hands trying to pull his coach closer.
"Good." Dave's grip on Kurt's side was quickly abandoned, dropping to his ass instead, grabbing him firmly. He used the hold he had on Kurt and his leg, still trapped between Kurt's thighs, to pull him away from the door, flush against him as he attacked his mouth.
Kurt groaned softly, kissing back as best he could despite his inexperience, his eyes drifting closed for a second as he clung to Dave, so hard already. "Please," he managed to gasp out, hips twitching forwards, "please, I need... more..."
Dave nodded, stepping back from the door. He pulled Kurt with him, hands moving to his ass to hold onto him as he maneuvered them toward his desk. He had to push all the crap off of it before he could push Kurt onto the desk, papers and his class planner getting knocked onto the floor. Even the mouse and keyboard failed to make the cut.
Kurt couldn’t help the trill of exhilaration that raced down his spine as Dave did that, watching them clatter to the floor before looking back up at Dave and exhaling raggedly, sliding onto the desk and letting his legs fall open. His fingers curled around the edges, his body stretched out and lean - all for the man in front of him.
Dave leaned over Kurt, hands settling heavily on his thighs as he kissed him again. It was like he couldn't get enough of him; couldn't stop touching him, even for a second. One hand slid between Kurt's thighs, cupping him through his jeans.
He groaned softly into the kiss, his hand coming up to tug desperately at Dave’s shirt as his hips arched up into his hot hand, the relief as he was touched - not to mention the thrill of being touched - almost overwhelming. God how he wanted him... wanted this. "O-- off," he choked out, pulling at Dave’s shirt again. "Please..."
He complied (of course he did), hauling his shirt up over his head before tossing it back onto the chair. Dave grabbed the backs of Kurt's knees, spreading his legs roughly as he pulled him so that his ass was barely on the edge of the desk, the only thing keeping him balanced being Dave's legs between his own.
"Nhhn..." the force, the sheer strength in Dave’s movements made Kurt’s toes curl as his hand slid down Dave’s bare chest - over the muscle and hair and flesh, his legs hooked around Dave’s waist as his fingers tripped lower, over Dave’s stomach. His mouth was dry, cock aching. Kurt slid his fingers to the waist band of Dave’s pants. "And these too..." he whispered.
A low growl escaped Dave has he sealed their lips in another hard kiss, one hand dropping to the fly of his jeans. He broke the kiss to duck his head, teeth and tongue moving over the side of Kurt's neck as his jeans fell to the floor. "You're a little over dressed," he teased, voice rough.
"Yeah," Kurt breathed, tilting his head to give Dave more access to his neck as his fingers trailed over Dave’s thighs. "What’re you going to do about it...?" He was so hard it almost hurt now, fighting to keep his hips still as each bite and kiss at his neck made his vision swim.
Dave grinned against the side of Kurt's neck before biting sharply; he pulled back, grabbing the hem of Kurt's shirt, tugging it up and off. One hand firmly placed itself on Kurt's chest before moving lower to work his pants undone.
Kurt was struggling not to slump back against the desk, his arm shaking with the effort of holding himself up as his bared chest heaved. He was trying to remember how to breathe, his lips swollen and parted, eyes glazed as he arched his hips up into Dave’s hand.
"You have no idea how fucking hard it was to say no to you," Dave murmured as he jerked Kurt's pants down his hips, the action lifting him off the desk.
He gasped, scrabbling for a grip on the desk as he was lifted off it for a moment, his head tipping back as his cock was freed from his tight jeans. "You have, nghnn, no idea how much I want you to fuck me," he whispered, voice low and rough.
"Oh, I really think I do," Dave replied, one arm moving around Kurt's waist as he took the younger man's hand, slid it into his boxers, around his straining cock.
Kurt’s pulse was pounding in his ears as his fingers curled around Dave’s cock - feeling the weight and thickness, the heat and throb. He squeezed, his hand moving slowly up to slide his thumb through the wetness at his tip. "It’s all I can think about," Kurt murmured, looking up at Dave through his eyelashes.
Dave grunted quietly, the barely-there noise sounding hungry and almost needy. He thrust lightly into Kurt’s grip, arm tightening around his waist as he did, his other hand moving to impatiently start pulling the younger man’s tight jeans further down his legs. Dave buried his face into the curve of Kurt’s neck, tongue smoothing over his skin before he bit again. "God, I wanna fuck you so bad." he groaned, the words vibrating, hot and ragged, against Kurt’s neck.
Kurt’s hand tightened around Dave’s cock, stroking teasingly slowly - careful because of the lack of lubrication as he spread his legs a little to help his jeans fall from him, shoes long gone. He groaned softly, letting his thumb trail back over the sensitive, slick head.
God how he wanted Dave to fuck him, to feel his cock moving, thrusting, pounding inside him, the clatter of the desk and his noises...
"Please," he managed to gasp out, bucking his hips up for effect.
Dave nodded, leaning back to pull out one of the drawers of his desk. He dug around for a moment before pulling out a small, clear bottle. And wasn't it just so lucky that he happened to keep lube in his office? Perfect for the occasional clandestine meeting with a student after hours. He worked Kurt's jeans the rest of the way off, dropping them on the floor before kicking off his shoes and shucking his own jeans the rest of the way off.
"On your back," he directed, voice low, as his thumb popped the cap on the bottle.
Kurt’s cock throbbed as he gave Dave one last squeeze and let go, leaning up to steal one more kiss before obediently laying back and smirking lightly. "Yes, sir," he breathed, the desk warm beneath his shoulder blades. He shivered, watching Dave’s hand and the little bottle, crooking his legs a little wider.
Dave upended the bottle over his fingers. He knew just how to do it. How to be everything Kurt wanted. One hand disappeared between Kurt's legs as he set the bottle down on the edge of the desk, fingers brushing teasingly against his student's hole.
Kurt tilted his head back with a low, ragged noise. His feet were dangling in the air, though he pressed the soles of them to the desk to lift his hips encouragingly. "Yes," he breathed, eyes locked with Dave’s, naked and spread open for his coach. "Please..."
One hand settled on Kurt's hip as Dave's fingers played with him, slicking him with lube as they rubbed against him. It wasn't long before Dave was pressing into Kurt with one of those fingers, thrusting shallowly into him as he worked it in deeper.
"Ahn...! Mhn! Nghn...!" Kurt was gasping loudly, each push of Dave’s fingers drawing a desperate noise from him. He lifted his leg, wrapping one around Dave’s waist as he arched himself closer - deeper. "T-Tell me... how much you wanted me like this..." he whispered, smirking softly.
"Oh, god..." Dave groaned. "So much," he murmured hoarsely, hand abandoning Kurt's hip to lift his leg onto his shoulder as he leaned forward. The angle was awkward, but the kiss was worth it. He worked another finger in, panting harshly against Kurt's lips. "Think about fucking you all the time."
Kurt trembled as he was lifted into position, the stretch and burn of Dave’s fingers incredible, the deep heat of his kiss and the raw honesty in his words all added to the crushing pleasure - the twist deep in his stomach. "Nghhn...! Yes," he hissed, biting Dave’s lip. "More..."
Dave eagerly obeyed, tongue flicking over Kurt's teeth as he worked his fingers inside of him, pushing in deep and rotating his wrist.
"Ahh!" Kurt’s hips bucked as Dave’s fingers ground against his prostate, the back of his head thunking against the desk as he clutched the sides. "Sir...!"
"Fuck yes," Dave grinned, biting at Kurt's lip as he moved his hand faster, keeping his fingers deep in his student's tight heat. "Good?" he teased quietly, drawing them out so he could push back in slowly.
"Yes, yes," he hissed, digging his heel into Dave’s shoulder and twisting, the muscles in his thighs quivering. He needed more, ached for more, the feeling of Dave’s fingers in him - of the man he wanted so much, and who wanted him back - the best he’d ever felt.
Kurt's words seemed to spur Dave on, fingers pumping in and out of him with more intensity before he withdrew them completely, reaching blindly with his other hand for the bottle. After uncapping it and tipping it out over his fingers for the second time, Dave slid them back into Kurt, this time with three, wrist turning from side to side as he worked to get past the tight ring.
Kurt reached up, pulling Dave down for a deep, messy kiss as he cried out softly, managing to lift his hips clear off the desk. "Please! Please, I... I need you now, please," he gasped against Dave’s mouth, trembling with pleasure. "I’m ready, I s-swear..."
Dave nodded jerkily, but still took a moment to keep fingering Kurt before he carefully pulled out. He grabbed the bottle for a third time, this time slicking his cock, then pulled Kurt's other leg up onto his shoulders and pulled him back down to the edge of the desk. His cock slid against the cleft of his student's ass, nudging his balls.
Kurt’s breath caught as he nodded, flexing his spine to lift himself a little higher. His hands gently stroked over Dave’s cheeks, tender and soft and... "I’m ready," he whispered again, crooking a tiny smile.
Dave reached between them to take hold of his cock, keeping it steady as he pushed forward. He groaned quietly, sucking Kurt's bottom lip in between his. "God; so fucking tight," he ground out, the words trailing off into a hitching moan as the head of his cock slipped in.
Kurt’s fingers curled into Dave’s hair, a short whimper escaping him as he clamped his eyes shut, revelling in the stretch, the fullness, the heat... it was everything he’d imagined and wanted and more. "Sir-- nghn... please, I-- yes... s-so good..." he whispered, toes twitching as he clenched a little.
Slowly, Dave started moving, working himself deeper into Kurt with every shallow thrust. Once his hips were flush against the insides of his student's thighs his strokes got longer, Dave adjusting the angle of his hips until he got it just right.
The loud groans and gasps Kurt was making increased tenfold as a sudden burst of pleasure sent what felt like pure fire racing up his spine; Dave’s cock finally grinding against his prostate. He was already incredibly close, the smell of sex, sweat and skin heady and thick, the air between them hot and sticky.
"Please, please, ahh! Ahn, mhn, nhn! Mhn, ahn! A-Ahh! S-Sir, sir, yes! Mhnn!" He couldn’t stop the noises - barely able to hear them as he moaned louder and louder.
Dave shifted to put his weight onto one elbow, thrusts growing harder, rougher. "God, you feel so fucking good," he hissed sharply, free hand moving to curl around Kurt's cock, stroking quickly.
The angle was better like this, they were pressed skin-close and utterly breathless, the desk rattling and creaking with each thrust. "Nghn!!! Y-Yes, yes! Please, please...! Sir...! A-Aaah!" His nails dug into Dave’s shoulders as he tensed, just a few jerks to his cock more than enough to send him plummeting over the edge as he came almost violently hard between them with a loud, keening cry of Dave’s name.
Kurt slumped on his bed, gasping for breath and letting his fingers idly touch the come on his stomach. He’d never come so hard; or been so loud...! Thank god he’d been home alone. After a few long moments Kurt groaned and forced himself up, into the shower.
His ‘little problem’ with Coach Karofsky didn’t seem to be going away at all...
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So far Dave's rearranging of his classes was working. Sure, a lot of the other teachers were pissed as hell with him for fucking up their classes too, but he figured a few cold shoulders and having to relearn names was worth it, in the end, if it was knocking at least part of the bullying problem out. In fact, he was pretty sure there were only two teachers who weren't ready to bite his head off; Schue and Sylvester.
Richardson was in the clear as far as he could tell, though he'd still been taking up Sue's favorite past time of patrolling the halls for the past week --just to be on the safe side.
Kurt had - for once - been having a rather good day. His new Jacob’s sweater had arrived, and it was so worth the $359.99 he’d happily spent on it, not to mention the fact that the slushie machines were out of order. He’d only been shoved once that morning, and it was a light one at that to his lower back that had him stumbling forward a step or two and glaring back at the sea of students.
It was one of those weird days where he didn’t actually have classes with any of his friends that morning, but he’d caught snatches and glimpses of them in the crowds and managed to give a quick wave or a smile where possible, but no other contact.
It was fine, though. For once... people were smiling at him. Alright, they were grinning, but it had to be the sweater. He knew it was only a matter of time until his impeccable sense of fashion won over the masses. Even a few had nodded his way and greeted him - to many more smiles.
His day was made all the better as he spotted Coach Karofsky. Kurt fought through the crowd and over to his teacher. "Hey. I think I’m going to grab lunch in the cafeteria today," he smiled brightly. "I’ll see you in gym later, though." The student body was pushing past him and he moved with it, flicking his fingers in a wave before walking away.
Dave had nodded in agreement, smiling distractedly as he turned to tell a couple of freshmen to quit running. As Kurt left, though, he blanched, quickly weaving forward through the crowd to grab the boy's arm. "Kurt, my office. Now." He muttered quietly, near Kurt's ear. He knew it was too late. He was sure the entire fucking school had seen it. "Stay in front of me." Dave didn't release Kurt's arm; he just started walking, keeping his student in front of him as he steered him hurriedly toward his office.
Kurt’s breath caught audibly in his throat, his heart skipping a beat and then suddenly pounding in his chest as Dave grabbed him, pushing him towards his office. His knees felt weak and wobbly, his mind still reeling as it tried to catch up with what... with what was happening, and oh, god, what was happening?! Because if it was what he thought it was...
…oh holy shit.
The second they pushed through the office door Dave let go of Kurt's arm, shutting the door quickly as he flicked on the overhead light. "Kurt, I--" God, he didn't know what to say. And not one fucking person had told him. They'd all just smiled and let Kurt think... Dave didn't know how he was going to take it. Hell, he didn't even know how he was going to tell Kurt.
He couldn’t breathe. Kurt actually couldn’t breathe, his hands clenched tight around the strap of his bag as he stared up at Dave, his eyes wide - shock and hope and disbelief in them because this was happening. "Yes...?" He breathed, trying to prompt Dave into continuing.
"Kurt," Dave fumbled for the right words. Well, no. That wasn't quite right. He knew exactly what he needed to say, but actually getting the words out? It was a lot harder than it had any right to be. "Kurt, your ass, dude." God, he needed to stop cussing at the kids...
Kurt let out a soft sound, weakly reaching out to the wall to steady himself. This was the best day of his life. "It’s one of my finer features," he managed to say shockingly smoothly, given his internal melt-down at what was happening - though really, he had to question Dave’s subtlety. He hadn’t even locked the door; anyone could come in!
Dave laughed, the sound a touch hysterical. "No, I..." he dragged a hand through his hair roughly. "God, fuck it," he muttered, then stepped forward. He managed to jerk the masking tape off the back of Kurt's jeans without touching much else other than the tape itself. He balled it up before Kurt could see the blocky, handwritten, WANTS COCK written on the tape in Sharpie.
All the air felt like it had been punched from his lungs as Dave leaned in, which meant that as he tore something from his jeans and leaned back, he made an odd, confused wheezing sound. "Wh... what...?" Kurt asked, his hand fluttering to touch the back of his jeans. "What did you just...?" This wasn’t how it was meant to go...! What the hell!?
Dave sighed, seeming to deflate a little as he did. Nothing he'd done had changed a fucking thing. Just the game plan. "I... there was. Fuck, Kurt. There was a sign on your ass." he mumbled, tossing the balled up tape into the trashcan.
…Kurt swallowed. "What did it say...?" he asked quietly, the excited, blissful hope fading from his eyes as he realized how stupid he’d been to imagine his stupid fantasy of Dave wanting him had had a chance of happening, and how badly he’d just embarrassed himself again in front of him.
"Um," Dave faltered. "Just stupid shit, s'all."
Kurt moved before Dave could react, reaching into the bin and plucking out the tape, his delicate fingers pulling it apart without ripping it, despite the way they were shaking a little.
Dave watched quietly, hand automatically moving to pinch the bridge of his nose. Kurt didn't deserve this shit. "It's just a stupid joke," he muttered. It wasn't true and they both knew it.
Kurt didn’t reply, staring down at the strip of tape between his hands, the harsh capitals of WANTS COCK rough against the dirty white. That was why everyone had been ‘smiling’ at him. That was why people had nudged their friends, grinned at him, and said "Hey, Hummel." That was that shove, all those hours ago.
And not even the teachers had said anything. They’d just let him walk around all day, with WANTS COCK stuck to his ass. Why was it always just when things seemed to be getting better, they were actually just getting worse...? God forbid he was allowed to feel happy for more than an hour at a time before being slammed back into reality.
He didn’t even realize he was crying until the first tear hit the tape.
"Shit," Dave breathed. "Please don't cry," he pleaded quietly before reaching out to tug Kurt into a loose hug. Fuck if he was going to abide some stupid rule about inappropriate touching when his student was crying and just needed a goddamn hug.
But all the hug did was open the proverbial floodgates, because not only had he spent the whole day with that stuck on his ass and the whole school in on the joke, he’d honestly thought for a moment that someone wanted him. That Dave wanted him. How he thought that when Dave had leaned in he was going to be kissed, how... how stupid and weird he’d sounded when he’d said ‘one of my finer features’... how naive he’d been.
It hurt. A double-slap of humiliation, embarrassment and crushing disappointment; even as he let his forehead rest against Dave’s shoulder, the tape falling to the floor as he pressed his hands to his eyes and tried to stop crying before he made an even bigger fool of himself.
"It's okay," Dave murmured uselessly, hand moving to settle on Kurt's upper back. "At least you're not naked this time?" It was a terrible joke; he knew it was. But it was out before he could stop it.
Kurt let out a weak, slightly pained noise at that memory. "G-Great," he choked out, the biting sarcasm still clear in his voice, "c-can’t wait to s-see what they d-do next...!" He hated crying, hated that he was reduced to this in front of someone he liked and admired so much, hated that they made him look like an idiot in front of Dave again and again.
"Shit... shit, I'm sorry. I --god. Just trying to make you laugh." Dave pulled away, opening a desk drawer to dig out some tissues and hand them over. "Sit down," he suggested gently as he took a seat in his own chair.
Kurt snuffled softly as Dave pulled away, jerking his head weirdly between a nod and a shake. "No, I-- y-yeah, I know... s-sorry..." he mumbled, sitting down after a second and taking the tissues, pressing them to his eyes. It looked like tonight was going to be another night of trying to drown his misery in musicals and calories, trying not to reflect on how fucking alone he felt so often.
"It could be worse," Dave offered carefully. He shouldn't be putting his personal life out there to a student, he knew that, but all Dave could think about was the fact that he couldn't help Kurt the way he wanted. That, if it got bad enough, something terrible might happen.
He slid his chair a little closer, sighing. "In my junior year at college I went to this party and, like, y'know. The band was there, ton of people, all that shit. Anyway, I'd just started seeing my boyfriend and brought him with. He wanted to see us play. And, of course, some dude got way too drunk and started spewing all this shit about fags burning in hell and abominations --the standard bullshit. Couple'a guys tossed him from the party and we all just forgot about it.
"So when we decide to leave and we get out to the parking lot my car's got 'FUCKING FAG' keyed into the hood. Nice and big so no one’d be blind enough to miss it." Dave laughed quietly, shaking his head. "And, as much as I hate to say it, that's not the 'it could be worse.' I think we both know shit like that happens all the time. Doesn't make it right, but it's still true. No, the 'it could be worse' in all this is that during my first year of teaching I walked in on the fucker who keyed my car, harassed me and my boyfriend, just... fucking his brains out. In our bed, no less." He grinned, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Apparently it’s not cheating if you’re trying to help a dude out of the closet," Dave said conspiratorially.
"And now I'm here." he sighed with a shrug. "And I’m, more or less, just fine. I mean, let’s face it, Kurt. You’re a lot braver and a lot stronger than I am --and if I’m fine then I think you’re going to be too. Even if the world does keep shitting on you right now."
Somewhere in the middle of Dave’s story Kurt had stopped crying, looking up at him and listening intently, still dabbing at the wetness on his cheeks. "That’s... that’s awful," he whispered softly, voice still hoarse. "I’m so sorry that happened to you..."
Kurt took a deep, shuddering breath. "I’ve had my house covered in graffiti before... my dad’s gotten anonymous phone-calls and... and they nailed all our lawn furniture to the roof once..." his voice was quiet, more broken than he’d let it be before in front of someone. "They throw things at me, they ruin my clothes and toss me in dumpsters... and each time I-- each time I think it’s getting better, it’s not... my dad has heart problems... he’s already had a heart attack, my mom’s dead and if... if I tell him he’ll get so angry..."
Kurt clenched his fists, head ducked. "If he dies, then... I can’t even think about it..." he shook his head softly, shoulders slumping. "I just don’t understand why I’m not allowed to be happy... I keep thinking it’s changed, wondering when it’ll change... if it ever will..."
He took another deep breath, pulling himself up a little and shaking his head. "I won’t let them beat me," he whispered. "...I want to see the look on their faces when I’m rich and famous and everything they want to be... do you have tape and a sharpie?" he asked, holding his hand out.
"Kurt, I..." Dave trailed off; he should be telling Kurt not to do whatever it was he was planning. But he agreed with Kurt. He shouldn't be letting those assholes win. Hell, if Dave wasn't a teacher, he'd be encouraging him to go kick the shit out of them. "I didn't give it to you, okay?" Dave muttered, pulling open the middle drawer of his desk. He dug out a roll of half used up masking tape and a Sharpie after a bit more searching.
Kurt nodded, shooting him a tiny smile as he took the things. He uncapped the pen and started to write, tearing off the tape and turning it, showing the finished to Dave a moment later.
‘LIKES BOYS; GET OVER IT.’
"Much better," he murmured, sticking it in place where the first one had been. By this time 99.9% of the student body would know about it and would be vying for a look.
It was really one of those laugh or cry sort of moments, so Dave opted to laugh, nodding slightly. "Totally better," he agreed.
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