FIC: The Proposition: A (Slightly) Inappropriate Love Story (14/?)
TITLE: The Proposition: A (Slightly) Inappropriate Love Story
AUTHORS: Gleekilicious & Tessisamess
PAIRING: Kurtofsky
RATING: Will hit NC17
WORD COUNT: 5,251 // 57,358
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
chapter seven
chapter eight
chapter nine
chapter ten
chapter eleven
chapter twelve
chapter thirteen
◄ 14 ►
Even with the realization that plans almost always went to shit, Dave hadn't stopped trying. The incident hadn't been a free pass into Kurt's tight pants; not to him, anyway. But god, was it fucking hard. Especially with said tight pants in the picture. He was to the point where he was having to jerk off twice on the days Kurt came over, just so he wouldn't do something stupid --and sometimes even that wasn't enough.
Not that Kurt knew he'd resorted to that, of course.
And not that Dave was aware Kurt was doing pretty much the same thing, to far lesser results. Several times he’d had to fake a sudden cramp in his toes just to stop himself from coming without giving Dave a chance to have another moral battle.
It was ridiculous. Dave was one of the kindest men he knew. He was a good person, he was smart, funny, handsome, disastrous in the kitchen and most importantly he was Kurt’s boyfriend. He was never going to take advantage of him, he certainly wasn’t going to leave after they’d had sex - at least, not for the conventional reasons - and the sexual tension and frustration between them was starting to grate.
Dave was his boyfriend, and quite frankly and bluntly, Kurt wanted in his pants. Or Dave to be in his, or... anything!
So he started to plan. Mission: Proposition (mark II). It was Mission: Proposition all over again --except this time there was a much higher success rate. After all, he wouldn’t be in Dave’s office and they were actually dating this time around.
Kurt had strong views on virginity -or rather, how he wanted to lose his- and that earlier mistake of coming in his pants had been a close call. He wanted his first mutual sexual experience to be the whole thing, and he still very much wanted it with Dave. Even more so now that he’d taken a bite from that apple.
Despite the movie, Kurt had never been far from the forefront of Dave’s mind. No matter how much he tried to shake it, he kept remembering the tremors that went through Kurt when he came, the noises, the slight smell of sex. It had been nearly impossible to keep his hands to himself. To not try and make Kurt shake and moan --intentionally this time.
They were pressed close on Dave’s couch once more, Kurt’s legs draped over Dave’s lap as he idly played with the other man’s fingers. Their movie had ended and some program neither of them were really watching was on the TV, the air between them hot with tension. After a moment Kurt lifted Dave’s hand to his lips, pressing a soft, open mouthed kiss to his inner wrist.
Dave looked over, forgetting, until he was nearly nose to nose with Kurt, how close they’d gradually shifted toward each other over the course of the evening. "Sup?" he asked, pulling his hand away to card his fingers through Kurt’s hair. "Come here often?" Dave teased quietly.
Kurt huffed out a soft laugh and winked. "Not nearly often enough," he murmured as he leaned into Dave’s hand and let his eyes drift shut for a second. He reached up and slid his fingers around the back of Dave’s neck, tugging him the last little bit closer and letting his lips brush against Dave’s, just a feather-light touch. "I should come here more..."
Dave swallowed thickly around the lump that had formed in this throat. He thought -no, he was sure- he'd seen that look in Kurt's eyes before. "Well, what can you do, y'know?" he offered with a weak laugh before chasing Kurt's lips for another kiss.
"Come here more often," he smirked, sinking his teeth lightly into Dave’s lower lip before licking over the sting. "Spend more time here... maybe even stay the night..." he added, voice low and just a touch hopeful as he shifted closer.
"Kurt," Dave sighed, pulling back just enough to look at him. "We talked about this..."
"No," Kurt said sweetly, "we talked about sexual boundaries. We didn’t mention spending the night - I meant it perfectly innocently. Why..." his fingers slid down Dave’s chest as he licked his lips and looked up through his lashes, giving Dave his best sultry look, "what were you thinking...?"
"Innocent, my ass," Dave snorted quietly. He knew exactly what Kurt was doing, but as long as neither of them said it, maybe he'd be able to not give in.
Kurt lifted his hand, stroking the backs of his fingers over Dave’s cheek before dipping his thumb to slide over his lips. "I’ve been thinking..." he murmured.
"'Bout what?" Dave asked quietly, even though he was pretty sure he already knew where Kurt was going and he could feel himself losing the battle, even then.
"About us... about what we have and what we could have..." Kurt’s voice was quiet, almost contemplative as he kept brushing his thumb over Dave’s lips. "And about what we both want..."
"'We' want to wait until you graduate." It was a weak attempt at best. Dave could feel himself gravitating toward Kurt, just a push away from slipping up.
"Yes," Kurt murmured, "we did. And then I kind of messed up that line by accident..." he leaned in again, pressing a soft kiss to Dave’s throat, "and now I can’t stop thinking about it..."
Dave, of course, was having the same problem --not that he was about to say so. He was supposed to be the responsible one. Well, he was supposed to keep his hands off his fucking students, but... He'd never wanted anyone this badly before and, right then, the rules and lines and waiting -all of it- just seemed stupid and impossible.
"What do you want?" he asked trying, one last time, to hold off what he was starting to realize was inevitable. Hell, it probably had been from the start.
"I want you," Kurt said softly, pulling back enough to look Dave in the eyes. "I want us to..." he faltered, taking a breath, "to go... all the way. Please."
'All the way.' He hadn't expected to hear that. Which was pretty dumb on Dave's part, he realized after a second. But even so...
"You sure you wouldn't be happy with just, um. The other stuff?" He didn't know what it was about Kurt that reduced him to a dumbass kid who couldn't even say something as completely simple as "handjobs" or "head." It was bordering on ridiculous, really.
Kurt bit his lip, sliding his hands down to Dave’s chest. "For me... everything sexual is a... a kind of sex," he murmured, voice low and a little hesitant. "Even that time on the couch was, to me, and... I know it sounds stupid but when I lose my virginity, I want it to be all the way... I guess, I-- that just seems to be... special, you know?" he asked, looking up at Dave.
"I can’t explain it right... I just know that... that’s what I want. And I want it with you. Only you... I want my first to be my first."
Dave hated to admit it, mostly because admission would unavoidably lead to agreeing, but what Kurt said made sense. And having a marathon session with his cock just to be able to be around Kurt was getting to be a bit of a problem, especially since half the time it didn't even help all that much.
It struck Dave how different this was from the last time Kurt had tried to get him in bed. Hadn't he told Kurt he should wait and let his first time be special? And now here he was, hearing that word applied to...
"C'mon," Dave murmured, taking Kurt by the hand as he stood. Then paused. "Uh... wait. Just a sec, okay?" He amended quickly, cheeks going pink as he slipped into his room, shutting the door behind him. "Fuck..." he muttered, looking around at the mess before he started hurriedly getting it all out of sight.
Kurt’s stomach lurched as Dave stood, eyes widening. He’d said yes. Not in as many words, but... he’d said yes and... they were going to-- "Okay," he breathed, squeezing Dave’s hand before letting go. He leaned against the wall as the door closed, his hand fluttering to his chest as he took a few deep breaths.
Dave had said yes. They were going to do it. On Wednesday he’d walk into school not a virgin. He could look all those bullies in the eye and know, deep down, that he had something they didn’t. That - their status aside - he was in love and loved, and that the act they all sneered at him for was going to be one of the best moments in his life.
He was terrified.
Dave cast one last quick look around his room. It looked too empty now but at least there weren't clothes and those half unpacked boxes still lying around. He opened the door, smiling sheepishly. "Sorry about that."
Kurt smiled and stepped forwards, reaching quickly for Dave’s hand and holding tight. "It’s fine, don’t worry... I’ve seen it before, you don’t need to do a big clean up or anything. I can stand a bit of mess." He was babbling awkwardly, trying to fill the silence. Kurt bit down on his lip.
"Y'know, it's cool. If you wanna change your mind, I mean," Dave offered, thumb brushing over Kurt's knuckles slowly.
"I know..." Kurt murmured, and though he did know it, being told helped ease some of the panic settling in his chest as he stepped inside the room, leaning up to kiss Dave. "I don’t want to change my mind..."
Dave nodded slightly before giving in to the kiss, stepping back to pull them into his bedroom. He reached over to shut the door, pressing Kurt against the wall with his weight as he did. His hands dropped to settle low on his hips, tongue sliding easily against Kurt's.
Kurt’s heart thudded as the door closed - though the feel of the wall against his back sent a shiver of heat up his spine. Slowly he looped his arms around Dave’s neck, arching into him as he kissed back, opening his mouth wider for him and letting out a low, breathy noise.
Dave had thought it would be hard, making the switch, considering he'd gotten sort of used to always having to remind himself not to touch too high or too low or too close. It was surprisingly easy though, lips moving insistently against Kurt's as his hands moved lower, squeezing his thighs as he wedged one leg firmly between them.
Kurt’s breath caught in his throat as his hips bucked automatically against Dave’s leg, his fingers tightening on Dave’s nape. The panic was easing, Dave’s hands warm and safe against his skin. He pressed closer, sucking Dave’s bottom lip into his mouth and biting softly.
Dave groaned quietly against Kurt's lips, hands tightening on his thighs before he realized that, this time, he didn't have to be good. A thrill went through him, strong and hot. He could do all the things he tried -and failed- not to think about. Dave slid a strong arm around Kurt's waist, turning him, steering him backwards toward the bed.
"Want you so much," he murmured.
Kurt stumbled, almost tripping over his own feet and clinging to Dave. He gasped out a laugh as the backs of his knees hit the mattress and licked his lips, pressing a soft kiss just below Dave’s ear, regaining his balance after a second.
"I want you too..." he whispered, closing his eyes for a minute and taking a deep breath. First-time nerves were to be expected, right? It was natural.
It didn't take a genius to see how nervous Kurt was. Dave remembered that feeling and was pretty sure he was at least five times more nervous his first time. He'd just been a drunk frat kid and Adam had been beyond perfect. More than he'd thought he'd ever get out of a boyfriend. And here we was again, with a man who made Adam pale in comparison. It wasn't the first time Dave had figured he had to have the world's best case of dumb luck in history.
"Just let me know if you change your mind, okay?"
"I will," Kurt nodded, his hands trailing down Dave’s chest. "I promise..." He took another steadying breath and dropped his hands to the hem of his own top and pulled it off, aware that he was about to be unclothed in front of someone else for the first time.
Well, willingly unclothed. Technically he’d been naked around Dave before, but... those were very different circumstances. And Dave hadn’t been looking. Kurt shivered, fingers fumbling to fold the shirt before dropping it to the floor.
Dave smiled slightly. Only Kurt would stop to fold something when he was getting undressed for sex. He hooked his fingers into Kurt's belt loops, pulling him in close. "Hey," he teased, voice low. "I wanted to do that."
Kurt swallowed, laughing softly before ducking down and grabbing it again, the material wrinkling between his fingers. "I can, um, I can put it back on...?" he offered.
Dave faltered momentarily before laughing. "I-- that's okay," he assured, tugging again on Kurt's jeans, enough so that he could feel the younger man's cock against his leg. "I'll get these instead."
"O-okay," Kurt nodded, dropping the shirt again and shivering, unable to stop the arch of his hips against Dave. He felt almost dizzy, out of breath and skin stretched oddly tight over his frame.
Dave let go of one of the belt loops, reaching down to cup Kurt through his jeans, hand heavy against him. He exhaled shakily, pulling Kurt into another kiss as he popped open the button on his fly.
Not even the accidental frottage on Dave’s couch could have prepared him for the feel of someone else’s hand on his cock - clothed or otherwise. He gasped, whole body twitching as he tried to kiss back and stop his fingers from shaking - clutching at Dave’s shoulders. It felt good, god it felt good. The deep-down thrum of nervousness was making his stomach clench, his breathing a little quicker and shallower.
Dave abandoned Kurt's jeans long enough to pull his t-shirt up and off. He gave Kurt a gentle push, guiding him to sit on the bed before sinking to his knees on the floor.
"Okay," Kurt murmured, eyes widening as his fingers rose to trail across the bared muscle of Dave’s shoulders, clutching a little harder and leaning down to press a soft kiss to the corner of Dave’s mouth.
He made quick work of the younger man's shoes, kicking his own off in the process before leaning forward, pressing slow, open kisses down Kurt's chest and stomach as he tugged his jeans down his thighs.
Kurt’s breath hitched at the dual sensation of the wet kisses and the scrape of denim, his boxers tented and he was a lot naked in front of Dave, his toes curling from arousal and the flutter of nerves in his chest. His own fingers slid a little ways down Dave’s back, touching what they could.
Dave pulled his jeans the rest of the way down, then off, tossing them aside quickly. His hands settled on the tops of Kurt's knees, then began moving heavily up his thighs, thumbs dragging against the insides of them as he leaned in to mouth the side of his neck.
"Okay?" he asked quietly, voice thick.
"Okay," he breathed back, wrapping his arms around Dave’s shoulders and drawing him into a quick, tight hug. "I’m okay... a-are you...?" his voice caught, thighs trembling from the slide of Dave’s hands, his breathing picking up again.
"Never better," Dave all but growled. He leaned forward, kissing Kurt as he pressed him back into the bedding, getting on top of him as he did. Of course, that 'never better' might not be the case in the morning, but right then? Everything was fucking perfect.
"Oh good," Kurt gasped, voice high and thin as his hands slid down Dave’s bare chest, fingers running over the ridges of muscle and the firmness of his stomach, his own arousal spiking sharply. He kissed back, his legs jerkily moving so they were on either side of Dave’s, his heart pounding hard in his chest.
Dave settled carefully on top of him, resting most of his weight on his elbows as they kissed. He sucked Kurt's bottom lip in between his own, teeth worrying it as he moved his hips.
"Oh...!" Kurt’s whole body jolted as Dave moved over him, his fingers suddenly clutching hard at Dave’s waist. That was good. That felt... that felt more than good. He was breathing harshly now, almost panting as he kissed back. "Y-you need to take off yours too..."
Dave nodded, distractedly reaching down to undo his fly. It was a little awkward, considering he couldn't get himself to stop moving against Kurt long enough to get any real progress made other than undoing his jeans.
After a second Kurt moved his hands, gently pushing Dave’s away and trying to control the tremble in his fingers as he pulled at the denim, sliding it down his thighs.
Dave managed to pull himself out of his turned on haze long enough to actually help in getting his jeans off, shaking them off his leg and onto the floor before he plastered himself to Kurt again. He let out a muffled groan against the side of Kurt's neck as he he started moving again, shifting his weight to one arm so he could reach down and take hold of Kurt's thigh.
He let out another soft noise, his hands splayed over Dave’s lower back as he arched into the solid, hot weight in his arms. He could feel the blood pounding in his veins, the touch of sweat clinging to his brow and the wash of Dave’s breath over his skin - the flex of his muscles, the brush of hair and most definitely the long line of his cock against him.
Kurt was definitely panting, cheeks a solid pink as he buried his face in Dave’s shoulder, kissing there.
Dave worked his way back up to Kurt's mouth, kissing him almost roughly before sitting up. He looked a little confused for a second, like he'd forgotten what was so important that he'd had to pull away from the other man, but it was gone as quickly as it had come and he leaned over toward the head of the bed to open the nightstand drawer.
Kurt took a second to breathe, swallowing hard as he watched Dave reach over him. His eyes were drawn down, down to the bulge in Dave’s boxers and the fact that that was going to be in him, and-- he took another breath.
As soon as he'd gotten out what he needed -an unopened box of condoms- he was right back on Kurt, dropping the box onto the bed as he kissed him, pulling his boxers down his slim hips as he did.
He arched, closing his eyes and flushing more as his boxers came off. His fingers twisted in the sheets, chest rising and falling quickly. He was all slim lines and tapering curves, white skin blushed pink, and hard despite his nervousness.
Dave fumbled for the box blindly, not wanting to break away long enough to pay attention to what he was doing, then ripped the side flap open, letting the string of wrapped condoms dump out onto the bed. He tossed the box aside and tore one off the end, finally breaking the kiss so he could work his way down Kurt's body, lips never leaving the younger man's skin for more than an instant.
Kurt bit back a jumbled ‘what are you doing?’ ‘don’t we need lubricant?’ and ‘I think I need a second’, letting out a soft, gasping noise instead as Dave kissed down his throat and chest. Above all, he trusted Dave. He knew what he was doing, he wasn’t going to hurt him, and most importantly... the second Kurt said stop, he would.
His fingers shakily touched Dave’s shoulders, his neck, his cheeks and then the back of his head, stroking through his hair.
As soon as he was far enough down, Dave lifted Kurt's legs, resting his thighs on his shoulders as he tore open the wrapper, tossing it aside quickly. He pressed a sucking kiss into the inside of Kurt's thigh, then began rolling the latex down the other man's erection.
Kurt was a second away from gasping out a ‘we need lube!’, but the sight and feel of Dave putting the condom on him flipped his whole perception of what was going on on its head.
"W-Wait," he croaked, "what...? I thought--"
Dave glanced up, hands stilling. "...you don't want me to?" he asked quietly, then mentally caught up with everything after the 'wait.' His brows furrowed slightly, "I uh, didn't realize you just wanted..."
Kurt had pushed himself up a little, leaning on his elbows with his legs still hooked over Dave’s shoulders - body bent at an impressive angle. "I--" he swallowed. "I can’t... be on top, not yet," he whispered, eyes a little wider than before. "I don’t know how, I-- I’ve never... I don’t know what I’m doing; I’ll do something wrong...! I mean, one day, but-- I..."
"You done?" Dave asked softly, amused.
"I... think so..." he murmured, blinking down at Dave and trying not to let his confusion show.
"'Kay. Just checking." Dave lowered his head, taking the tip of Kurt's cock in his mouth, the tip of his tongue running over the curve of it before he started taking more in. He wanted to go slow, tease Kurt a little, but he'd been thinking about having the younger man's dick in his mouth for weeks.
The realization of what Dave was actually doing hit him half a second before Dave’s mouth sank over him, his whole body shuddering as he tilted his head back and gasped, fingers curling tightly into the sheets.
"Oh..." he rasped, thighs trembling as the intense pleasure shot through him, his heart hammering and the tiny drops of sweat beading his brow.
Dave moaned around Kurt's dick, the noise rough and low and utterly hungry. He'd always had a --well, a real thing for going down on a guy. He liked the weight against his tongue, the smell, all of it.
Kurt’s elbows gave out a moment later, his back hitting the mattress and his fingers coming up to curl shakily over Dave’s head. He could barely hear over his own gasping breathing, the rush of blood pounding in his ears, but he heard Dave’s noise and couldn’t help but make one back.
His hips were twitching, already the ache of orgasm starting to creep up on him.
Dave's hands flexed rhythmically on Kurt's hips as he sucked him off, watching the younger man's face intently as he repeatedly took him in as far as he could, swallowed, then pulled up, almost to the head, tonguetip running a firm path up the underside of his cock.
The second time he did that Kurt tugged urgently at his hair. "S-Stop, I-- t-too close," he gasped out, his whole body shivering and his cock achingly hard. His eyes were glazed, breathing short, sharp pants as he licked his lips, trying to control himself.
Dave pulled off of Kurt's dick with a quiet pop, letting out a harsh, uneven breath as he stroked over his hip. "Tell me what you want," he softly encouraged, giving Kurt's thigh a light squeeze.
Kurt took a second to breathe before forcing himself back up onto his elbows. "I want you to... all the way," he whispered, biting his lower lip.
"Sure? 'Cause I'm totally cool right where I am," Dave grinned.
Kurt hesitated, his heart thumping hard even as Dave’s smile drew a softer one from him. "I-- yeah, I... sure," he nodded.
"Okay," Dave replied, pressing a quick, sucking kiss to the head of Kurt's cock before stripping the condom off. He tossed it into the wastebin as he sat up, lowering Kurt's legs so he could reach back into the nightstand and pull out a small bottle. He pressed his mouth to Kurt's, belatedly realizing that latex wasn't really the best flavor.
Kurt’s nose wrinkled at the taste but he didn’t comment, his heart thudding hard against his ribs as his breathing uneven as he wound his arms back around Dave’s shoulders, clinging on to him.
This was it. This was... it. The big moment, here and now, and... he felt a weird mixture of scared and turned on.
Dave popped the cap on the bottle with his thumb, kissing the side of Kurt's mouth softly. "I need you to relax," he murmured.
"Okay," Kurt whispered, though he felt his whole body tense and clench up more at that simple demand.
Dave knew how hard it could be to relax -especially when you knew you needed to- so he set the lube aside, burying his face in the side of Kurt's neck, kissing slowly as he ran his hands down his sides.
He shivered at the soft touch, exhaling and relaxing his fingers against Dave’s back, stroking the hot skin there. "‘S good..." he whispered.
Dave hummed quietly in agreement, one hand slipping between Kurt's legs. He cupped the younger man's balls, rolling them gently as he scraped his teeth over his neck. Kurt arched, a low, almost desperate groan easing from his lips as he was touched, his toes curling and a little of the tension slipping away.
Dave gave his balls a light squeeze before letting his fingers slip further back, stroking firmly against his perineum as he caught Kurt's earlobe between his teeth.
Kurt sucked in a sharp breath, his whole body tensing up as Dave’s fingers reached lower. The shiver of pleasure that slid up his spine did nothing to quell the sudden tension. Dave stopped, pulling away just enough to look at Kurt.
"No?" he asked quietly, pulling his hand away.
"I-- it’s..." Kurt swallowed, his fingers twitching uncertainly against the back of Dave’s neck. "It’s fine," he breathed, "just... new."
"I can't if you don't relax," Dave reminded him gently. "Can I ...try something? Wanna see if it helps."
"Okay," Kurt murmured, leaning up and brushing a soft kiss across Dave’s lips. He trusted him.
Dave guided him to lie back again, shifting down the bed again as he spread Kurt's legs. He settled lower than before, hands settling over the backs of Kurt's thighs before raising them.
Kurt’s hands scrabbled for purchase on the sheets as he was lifted, his ankles crossing behind Dave’s neck. "Wh-- what are you...?"
Dave glanced up at Kurt as he used his thumbs to spread him open, then leaned in, running the tip of his tongue over his hole.
"Oh my god," Kurt wheezed, his eyes widening as he slumped down a little on the bed, his whole body juddering from the sharp rush of bliss. "Oh-- I-- nghn..."
"Like it?" Dave laughed quietly, turning his head to nip at the inside of Kurt's thigh before getting back to it, burying his face between Kurt's legs. Kurt could only choke out a whimper in response, his hips arching up on instinct, trying to get more of that hot, slick heat. Dave tilted his head, sucking one of Kurt's balls into his mouth as he replaced his tongue with his fingers, stroking roughly, but never going further.
Kurt groaned again, low and soft as he bit his lip, shivering at the brush of Dave’s fingertip against his entrance. He was tensing up again, though he tried to stop it, to relax and concentrate on the pleasure.
After a moment of feeling Kurt tense and relax in his arms, Dave sat up, wiping his mouth as discretely as he could -which wasn't very- on the back of his hand. "Babe," he offered as he moved back up to lie on top of Kurt, "I know you... probably don't want to hear this, but I think maybe 'all the way' isn't exactly in the cards. Right now."
Kurt bit his lip hard, his hands shaking a little as he ran them over Dave’s head. He was right, every touch there was making him clench up into an anxious bundle on the inside, nerves and... it was a lot to take in. To deal with.
"I-- I’m sorry..." he whispered.
"Don't be. Please." Dave shifted off of Kurt, onto his side, then pulled Kurt in close. "We've got time and, I know you don't really see it this way, but what we're doing now is just as good --just as special. To me it is, anyway. So don't be sorry, 'kay?"
"I just..." his voice was small, muffled from where he’d buried his face in Dave’s neck. "I just... had this fantasy in my head that... my first time would be... the whole thing, and... it would be this one, big, glorious moment where everything that... that I was scored for would be the only ‘right’ thing in the world..."
"Don't have sex to get back at them. Not the first time, anyway. After that's free game," he joked quietly, running the backs of his knuckles down Kurt's spine. "It's not what you'd planned, okay, but it's not the end of the world, right? I mean, you liked everything else and I hate to break it to you, Kurt, but all the other shit we were doing? Still makes you gay as fuuuck. So technically I guess you are still getting off on what you're made fun of for. Huh."
Kurt snorted softly, kissing at Dave’s skin. "Your spectacular way with words has soothed my internal conflict," he muttered dryly, leaning into Dave’s touches and going quiet for a few moments. Dave was right, it wasn’t what he’d planned, and it wasn’t a crisis of sexuality that was holding him back.
Finally he took a deep breath and drew back slightly, looking up to Dave.
"I want-- I want to have sex with you because it’s you," Kurt said quietly, "and... I-- I don’t want to go all the way. Yet."
"And today we learn that Dave is always right." He grinned. "Now. What else can I make you believe?" he teased, rolling Kurt onto his back, lips moving over his neck again. "I have the best band ever, aaand I'm hotter than Johnny Depp," he huffed an exaggerated sigh against Kurt's skin. "What else... Oh. I dress better than you."
Kurt laughed, the last of the tension slipping away as he cupped Dave’s cheeks and leaned up to bite a kiss under his jaw. "I already believed the first two, but the last was just plain offensive..." he bit again, a little softer this time as he pressed closer to Dave.
"Mmm. I live to offend. And to get you off. Can I get you off?" Dave asked, hand settling high up on Kurt's thigh.
"Please do," Kurt murmured, his thigh twitching under Dave’s fingers as he pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth.
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AUTHORS: Gleekilicious & Tessisamess
PAIRING: Kurtofsky
RATING: Will hit NC17
WORD COUNT: 5,251 // 57,358
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
chapter seven
chapter eight
chapter nine
chapter ten
chapter eleven
chapter twelve
chapter thirteen
◄ 14 ►
Even with the realization that plans almost always went to shit, Dave hadn't stopped trying. The incident hadn't been a free pass into Kurt's tight pants; not to him, anyway. But god, was it fucking hard. Especially with said tight pants in the picture. He was to the point where he was having to jerk off twice on the days Kurt came over, just so he wouldn't do something stupid --and sometimes even that wasn't enough.
Not that Kurt knew he'd resorted to that, of course.
And not that Dave was aware Kurt was doing pretty much the same thing, to far lesser results. Several times he’d had to fake a sudden cramp in his toes just to stop himself from coming without giving Dave a chance to have another moral battle.
It was ridiculous. Dave was one of the kindest men he knew. He was a good person, he was smart, funny, handsome, disastrous in the kitchen and most importantly he was Kurt’s boyfriend. He was never going to take advantage of him, he certainly wasn’t going to leave after they’d had sex - at least, not for the conventional reasons - and the sexual tension and frustration between them was starting to grate.
Dave was his boyfriend, and quite frankly and bluntly, Kurt wanted in his pants. Or Dave to be in his, or... anything!
So he started to plan. Mission: Proposition (mark II). It was Mission: Proposition all over again --except this time there was a much higher success rate. After all, he wouldn’t be in Dave’s office and they were actually dating this time around.
Kurt had strong views on virginity -or rather, how he wanted to lose his- and that earlier mistake of coming in his pants had been a close call. He wanted his first mutual sexual experience to be the whole thing, and he still very much wanted it with Dave. Even more so now that he’d taken a bite from that apple.
Despite the movie, Kurt had never been far from the forefront of Dave’s mind. No matter how much he tried to shake it, he kept remembering the tremors that went through Kurt when he came, the noises, the slight smell of sex. It had been nearly impossible to keep his hands to himself. To not try and make Kurt shake and moan --intentionally this time.
They were pressed close on Dave’s couch once more, Kurt’s legs draped over Dave’s lap as he idly played with the other man’s fingers. Their movie had ended and some program neither of them were really watching was on the TV, the air between them hot with tension. After a moment Kurt lifted Dave’s hand to his lips, pressing a soft, open mouthed kiss to his inner wrist.
Dave looked over, forgetting, until he was nearly nose to nose with Kurt, how close they’d gradually shifted toward each other over the course of the evening. "Sup?" he asked, pulling his hand away to card his fingers through Kurt’s hair. "Come here often?" Dave teased quietly.
Kurt huffed out a soft laugh and winked. "Not nearly often enough," he murmured as he leaned into Dave’s hand and let his eyes drift shut for a second. He reached up and slid his fingers around the back of Dave’s neck, tugging him the last little bit closer and letting his lips brush against Dave’s, just a feather-light touch. "I should come here more..."
Dave swallowed thickly around the lump that had formed in this throat. He thought -no, he was sure- he'd seen that look in Kurt's eyes before. "Well, what can you do, y'know?" he offered with a weak laugh before chasing Kurt's lips for another kiss.
"Come here more often," he smirked, sinking his teeth lightly into Dave’s lower lip before licking over the sting. "Spend more time here... maybe even stay the night..." he added, voice low and just a touch hopeful as he shifted closer.
"Kurt," Dave sighed, pulling back just enough to look at him. "We talked about this..."
"No," Kurt said sweetly, "we talked about sexual boundaries. We didn’t mention spending the night - I meant it perfectly innocently. Why..." his fingers slid down Dave’s chest as he licked his lips and looked up through his lashes, giving Dave his best sultry look, "what were you thinking...?"
"Innocent, my ass," Dave snorted quietly. He knew exactly what Kurt was doing, but as long as neither of them said it, maybe he'd be able to not give in.
Kurt lifted his hand, stroking the backs of his fingers over Dave’s cheek before dipping his thumb to slide over his lips. "I’ve been thinking..." he murmured.
"'Bout what?" Dave asked quietly, even though he was pretty sure he already knew where Kurt was going and he could feel himself losing the battle, even then.
"About us... about what we have and what we could have..." Kurt’s voice was quiet, almost contemplative as he kept brushing his thumb over Dave’s lips. "And about what we both want..."
"'We' want to wait until you graduate." It was a weak attempt at best. Dave could feel himself gravitating toward Kurt, just a push away from slipping up.
"Yes," Kurt murmured, "we did. And then I kind of messed up that line by accident..." he leaned in again, pressing a soft kiss to Dave’s throat, "and now I can’t stop thinking about it..."
Dave, of course, was having the same problem --not that he was about to say so. He was supposed to be the responsible one. Well, he was supposed to keep his hands off his fucking students, but... He'd never wanted anyone this badly before and, right then, the rules and lines and waiting -all of it- just seemed stupid and impossible.
"What do you want?" he asked trying, one last time, to hold off what he was starting to realize was inevitable. Hell, it probably had been from the start.
"I want you," Kurt said softly, pulling back enough to look Dave in the eyes. "I want us to..." he faltered, taking a breath, "to go... all the way. Please."
'All the way.' He hadn't expected to hear that. Which was pretty dumb on Dave's part, he realized after a second. But even so...
"You sure you wouldn't be happy with just, um. The other stuff?" He didn't know what it was about Kurt that reduced him to a dumbass kid who couldn't even say something as completely simple as "handjobs" or "head." It was bordering on ridiculous, really.
Kurt bit his lip, sliding his hands down to Dave’s chest. "For me... everything sexual is a... a kind of sex," he murmured, voice low and a little hesitant. "Even that time on the couch was, to me, and... I know it sounds stupid but when I lose my virginity, I want it to be all the way... I guess, I-- that just seems to be... special, you know?" he asked, looking up at Dave.
"I can’t explain it right... I just know that... that’s what I want. And I want it with you. Only you... I want my first to be my first."
Dave hated to admit it, mostly because admission would unavoidably lead to agreeing, but what Kurt said made sense. And having a marathon session with his cock just to be able to be around Kurt was getting to be a bit of a problem, especially since half the time it didn't even help all that much.
It struck Dave how different this was from the last time Kurt had tried to get him in bed. Hadn't he told Kurt he should wait and let his first time be special? And now here he was, hearing that word applied to...
"C'mon," Dave murmured, taking Kurt by the hand as he stood. Then paused. "Uh... wait. Just a sec, okay?" He amended quickly, cheeks going pink as he slipped into his room, shutting the door behind him. "Fuck..." he muttered, looking around at the mess before he started hurriedly getting it all out of sight.
Kurt’s stomach lurched as Dave stood, eyes widening. He’d said yes. Not in as many words, but... he’d said yes and... they were going to-- "Okay," he breathed, squeezing Dave’s hand before letting go. He leaned against the wall as the door closed, his hand fluttering to his chest as he took a few deep breaths.
Dave had said yes. They were going to do it. On Wednesday he’d walk into school not a virgin. He could look all those bullies in the eye and know, deep down, that he had something they didn’t. That - their status aside - he was in love and loved, and that the act they all sneered at him for was going to be one of the best moments in his life.
He was terrified.
Dave cast one last quick look around his room. It looked too empty now but at least there weren't clothes and those half unpacked boxes still lying around. He opened the door, smiling sheepishly. "Sorry about that."
Kurt smiled and stepped forwards, reaching quickly for Dave’s hand and holding tight. "It’s fine, don’t worry... I’ve seen it before, you don’t need to do a big clean up or anything. I can stand a bit of mess." He was babbling awkwardly, trying to fill the silence. Kurt bit down on his lip.
"Y'know, it's cool. If you wanna change your mind, I mean," Dave offered, thumb brushing over Kurt's knuckles slowly.
"I know..." Kurt murmured, and though he did know it, being told helped ease some of the panic settling in his chest as he stepped inside the room, leaning up to kiss Dave. "I don’t want to change my mind..."
Dave nodded slightly before giving in to the kiss, stepping back to pull them into his bedroom. He reached over to shut the door, pressing Kurt against the wall with his weight as he did. His hands dropped to settle low on his hips, tongue sliding easily against Kurt's.
Kurt’s heart thudded as the door closed - though the feel of the wall against his back sent a shiver of heat up his spine. Slowly he looped his arms around Dave’s neck, arching into him as he kissed back, opening his mouth wider for him and letting out a low, breathy noise.
Dave had thought it would be hard, making the switch, considering he'd gotten sort of used to always having to remind himself not to touch too high or too low or too close. It was surprisingly easy though, lips moving insistently against Kurt's as his hands moved lower, squeezing his thighs as he wedged one leg firmly between them.
Kurt’s breath caught in his throat as his hips bucked automatically against Dave’s leg, his fingers tightening on Dave’s nape. The panic was easing, Dave’s hands warm and safe against his skin. He pressed closer, sucking Dave’s bottom lip into his mouth and biting softly.
Dave groaned quietly against Kurt's lips, hands tightening on his thighs before he realized that, this time, he didn't have to be good. A thrill went through him, strong and hot. He could do all the things he tried -and failed- not to think about. Dave slid a strong arm around Kurt's waist, turning him, steering him backwards toward the bed.
"Want you so much," he murmured.
Kurt stumbled, almost tripping over his own feet and clinging to Dave. He gasped out a laugh as the backs of his knees hit the mattress and licked his lips, pressing a soft kiss just below Dave’s ear, regaining his balance after a second.
"I want you too..." he whispered, closing his eyes for a minute and taking a deep breath. First-time nerves were to be expected, right? It was natural.
It didn't take a genius to see how nervous Kurt was. Dave remembered that feeling and was pretty sure he was at least five times more nervous his first time. He'd just been a drunk frat kid and Adam had been beyond perfect. More than he'd thought he'd ever get out of a boyfriend. And here we was again, with a man who made Adam pale in comparison. It wasn't the first time Dave had figured he had to have the world's best case of dumb luck in history.
"Just let me know if you change your mind, okay?"
"I will," Kurt nodded, his hands trailing down Dave’s chest. "I promise..." He took another steadying breath and dropped his hands to the hem of his own top and pulled it off, aware that he was about to be unclothed in front of someone else for the first time.
Well, willingly unclothed. Technically he’d been naked around Dave before, but... those were very different circumstances. And Dave hadn’t been looking. Kurt shivered, fingers fumbling to fold the shirt before dropping it to the floor.
Dave smiled slightly. Only Kurt would stop to fold something when he was getting undressed for sex. He hooked his fingers into Kurt's belt loops, pulling him in close. "Hey," he teased, voice low. "I wanted to do that."
Kurt swallowed, laughing softly before ducking down and grabbing it again, the material wrinkling between his fingers. "I can, um, I can put it back on...?" he offered.
Dave faltered momentarily before laughing. "I-- that's okay," he assured, tugging again on Kurt's jeans, enough so that he could feel the younger man's cock against his leg. "I'll get these instead."
"O-okay," Kurt nodded, dropping the shirt again and shivering, unable to stop the arch of his hips against Dave. He felt almost dizzy, out of breath and skin stretched oddly tight over his frame.
Dave let go of one of the belt loops, reaching down to cup Kurt through his jeans, hand heavy against him. He exhaled shakily, pulling Kurt into another kiss as he popped open the button on his fly.
Not even the accidental frottage on Dave’s couch could have prepared him for the feel of someone else’s hand on his cock - clothed or otherwise. He gasped, whole body twitching as he tried to kiss back and stop his fingers from shaking - clutching at Dave’s shoulders. It felt good, god it felt good. The deep-down thrum of nervousness was making his stomach clench, his breathing a little quicker and shallower.
Dave abandoned Kurt's jeans long enough to pull his t-shirt up and off. He gave Kurt a gentle push, guiding him to sit on the bed before sinking to his knees on the floor.
"Okay," Kurt murmured, eyes widening as his fingers rose to trail across the bared muscle of Dave’s shoulders, clutching a little harder and leaning down to press a soft kiss to the corner of Dave’s mouth.
He made quick work of the younger man's shoes, kicking his own off in the process before leaning forward, pressing slow, open kisses down Kurt's chest and stomach as he tugged his jeans down his thighs.
Kurt’s breath hitched at the dual sensation of the wet kisses and the scrape of denim, his boxers tented and he was a lot naked in front of Dave, his toes curling from arousal and the flutter of nerves in his chest. His own fingers slid a little ways down Dave’s back, touching what they could.
Dave pulled his jeans the rest of the way down, then off, tossing them aside quickly. His hands settled on the tops of Kurt's knees, then began moving heavily up his thighs, thumbs dragging against the insides of them as he leaned in to mouth the side of his neck.
"Okay?" he asked quietly, voice thick.
"Okay," he breathed back, wrapping his arms around Dave’s shoulders and drawing him into a quick, tight hug. "I’m okay... a-are you...?" his voice caught, thighs trembling from the slide of Dave’s hands, his breathing picking up again.
"Never better," Dave all but growled. He leaned forward, kissing Kurt as he pressed him back into the bedding, getting on top of him as he did. Of course, that 'never better' might not be the case in the morning, but right then? Everything was fucking perfect.
"Oh good," Kurt gasped, voice high and thin as his hands slid down Dave’s bare chest, fingers running over the ridges of muscle and the firmness of his stomach, his own arousal spiking sharply. He kissed back, his legs jerkily moving so they were on either side of Dave’s, his heart pounding hard in his chest.
Dave settled carefully on top of him, resting most of his weight on his elbows as they kissed. He sucked Kurt's bottom lip in between his own, teeth worrying it as he moved his hips.
"Oh...!" Kurt’s whole body jolted as Dave moved over him, his fingers suddenly clutching hard at Dave’s waist. That was good. That felt... that felt more than good. He was breathing harshly now, almost panting as he kissed back. "Y-you need to take off yours too..."
Dave nodded, distractedly reaching down to undo his fly. It was a little awkward, considering he couldn't get himself to stop moving against Kurt long enough to get any real progress made other than undoing his jeans.
After a second Kurt moved his hands, gently pushing Dave’s away and trying to control the tremble in his fingers as he pulled at the denim, sliding it down his thighs.
Dave managed to pull himself out of his turned on haze long enough to actually help in getting his jeans off, shaking them off his leg and onto the floor before he plastered himself to Kurt again. He let out a muffled groan against the side of Kurt's neck as he he started moving again, shifting his weight to one arm so he could reach down and take hold of Kurt's thigh.
He let out another soft noise, his hands splayed over Dave’s lower back as he arched into the solid, hot weight in his arms. He could feel the blood pounding in his veins, the touch of sweat clinging to his brow and the wash of Dave’s breath over his skin - the flex of his muscles, the brush of hair and most definitely the long line of his cock against him.
Kurt was definitely panting, cheeks a solid pink as he buried his face in Dave’s shoulder, kissing there.
Dave worked his way back up to Kurt's mouth, kissing him almost roughly before sitting up. He looked a little confused for a second, like he'd forgotten what was so important that he'd had to pull away from the other man, but it was gone as quickly as it had come and he leaned over toward the head of the bed to open the nightstand drawer.
Kurt took a second to breathe, swallowing hard as he watched Dave reach over him. His eyes were drawn down, down to the bulge in Dave’s boxers and the fact that that was going to be in him, and-- he took another breath.
As soon as he'd gotten out what he needed -an unopened box of condoms- he was right back on Kurt, dropping the box onto the bed as he kissed him, pulling his boxers down his slim hips as he did.
He arched, closing his eyes and flushing more as his boxers came off. His fingers twisted in the sheets, chest rising and falling quickly. He was all slim lines and tapering curves, white skin blushed pink, and hard despite his nervousness.
Dave fumbled for the box blindly, not wanting to break away long enough to pay attention to what he was doing, then ripped the side flap open, letting the string of wrapped condoms dump out onto the bed. He tossed the box aside and tore one off the end, finally breaking the kiss so he could work his way down Kurt's body, lips never leaving the younger man's skin for more than an instant.
Kurt bit back a jumbled ‘what are you doing?’ ‘don’t we need lubricant?’ and ‘I think I need a second’, letting out a soft, gasping noise instead as Dave kissed down his throat and chest. Above all, he trusted Dave. He knew what he was doing, he wasn’t going to hurt him, and most importantly... the second Kurt said stop, he would.
His fingers shakily touched Dave’s shoulders, his neck, his cheeks and then the back of his head, stroking through his hair.
As soon as he was far enough down, Dave lifted Kurt's legs, resting his thighs on his shoulders as he tore open the wrapper, tossing it aside quickly. He pressed a sucking kiss into the inside of Kurt's thigh, then began rolling the latex down the other man's erection.
Kurt was a second away from gasping out a ‘we need lube!’, but the sight and feel of Dave putting the condom on him flipped his whole perception of what was going on on its head.
"W-Wait," he croaked, "what...? I thought--"
Dave glanced up, hands stilling. "...you don't want me to?" he asked quietly, then mentally caught up with everything after the 'wait.' His brows furrowed slightly, "I uh, didn't realize you just wanted..."
Kurt had pushed himself up a little, leaning on his elbows with his legs still hooked over Dave’s shoulders - body bent at an impressive angle. "I--" he swallowed. "I can’t... be on top, not yet," he whispered, eyes a little wider than before. "I don’t know how, I-- I’ve never... I don’t know what I’m doing; I’ll do something wrong...! I mean, one day, but-- I..."
"You done?" Dave asked softly, amused.
"I... think so..." he murmured, blinking down at Dave and trying not to let his confusion show.
"'Kay. Just checking." Dave lowered his head, taking the tip of Kurt's cock in his mouth, the tip of his tongue running over the curve of it before he started taking more in. He wanted to go slow, tease Kurt a little, but he'd been thinking about having the younger man's dick in his mouth for weeks.
The realization of what Dave was actually doing hit him half a second before Dave’s mouth sank over him, his whole body shuddering as he tilted his head back and gasped, fingers curling tightly into the sheets.
"Oh..." he rasped, thighs trembling as the intense pleasure shot through him, his heart hammering and the tiny drops of sweat beading his brow.
Dave moaned around Kurt's dick, the noise rough and low and utterly hungry. He'd always had a --well, a real thing for going down on a guy. He liked the weight against his tongue, the smell, all of it.
Kurt’s elbows gave out a moment later, his back hitting the mattress and his fingers coming up to curl shakily over Dave’s head. He could barely hear over his own gasping breathing, the rush of blood pounding in his ears, but he heard Dave’s noise and couldn’t help but make one back.
His hips were twitching, already the ache of orgasm starting to creep up on him.
Dave's hands flexed rhythmically on Kurt's hips as he sucked him off, watching the younger man's face intently as he repeatedly took him in as far as he could, swallowed, then pulled up, almost to the head, tonguetip running a firm path up the underside of his cock.
The second time he did that Kurt tugged urgently at his hair. "S-Stop, I-- t-too close," he gasped out, his whole body shivering and his cock achingly hard. His eyes were glazed, breathing short, sharp pants as he licked his lips, trying to control himself.
Dave pulled off of Kurt's dick with a quiet pop, letting out a harsh, uneven breath as he stroked over his hip. "Tell me what you want," he softly encouraged, giving Kurt's thigh a light squeeze.
Kurt took a second to breathe before forcing himself back up onto his elbows. "I want you to... all the way," he whispered, biting his lower lip.
"Sure? 'Cause I'm totally cool right where I am," Dave grinned.
Kurt hesitated, his heart thumping hard even as Dave’s smile drew a softer one from him. "I-- yeah, I... sure," he nodded.
"Okay," Dave replied, pressing a quick, sucking kiss to the head of Kurt's cock before stripping the condom off. He tossed it into the wastebin as he sat up, lowering Kurt's legs so he could reach back into the nightstand and pull out a small bottle. He pressed his mouth to Kurt's, belatedly realizing that latex wasn't really the best flavor.
Kurt’s nose wrinkled at the taste but he didn’t comment, his heart thudding hard against his ribs as his breathing uneven as he wound his arms back around Dave’s shoulders, clinging on to him.
This was it. This was... it. The big moment, here and now, and... he felt a weird mixture of scared and turned on.
Dave popped the cap on the bottle with his thumb, kissing the side of Kurt's mouth softly. "I need you to relax," he murmured.
"Okay," Kurt whispered, though he felt his whole body tense and clench up more at that simple demand.
Dave knew how hard it could be to relax -especially when you knew you needed to- so he set the lube aside, burying his face in the side of Kurt's neck, kissing slowly as he ran his hands down his sides.
He shivered at the soft touch, exhaling and relaxing his fingers against Dave’s back, stroking the hot skin there. "‘S good..." he whispered.
Dave hummed quietly in agreement, one hand slipping between Kurt's legs. He cupped the younger man's balls, rolling them gently as he scraped his teeth over his neck. Kurt arched, a low, almost desperate groan easing from his lips as he was touched, his toes curling and a little of the tension slipping away.
Dave gave his balls a light squeeze before letting his fingers slip further back, stroking firmly against his perineum as he caught Kurt's earlobe between his teeth.
Kurt sucked in a sharp breath, his whole body tensing up as Dave’s fingers reached lower. The shiver of pleasure that slid up his spine did nothing to quell the sudden tension. Dave stopped, pulling away just enough to look at Kurt.
"No?" he asked quietly, pulling his hand away.
"I-- it’s..." Kurt swallowed, his fingers twitching uncertainly against the back of Dave’s neck. "It’s fine," he breathed, "just... new."
"I can't if you don't relax," Dave reminded him gently. "Can I ...try something? Wanna see if it helps."
"Okay," Kurt murmured, leaning up and brushing a soft kiss across Dave’s lips. He trusted him.
Dave guided him to lie back again, shifting down the bed again as he spread Kurt's legs. He settled lower than before, hands settling over the backs of Kurt's thighs before raising them.
Kurt’s hands scrabbled for purchase on the sheets as he was lifted, his ankles crossing behind Dave’s neck. "Wh-- what are you...?"
Dave glanced up at Kurt as he used his thumbs to spread him open, then leaned in, running the tip of his tongue over his hole.
"Oh my god," Kurt wheezed, his eyes widening as he slumped down a little on the bed, his whole body juddering from the sharp rush of bliss. "Oh-- I-- nghn..."
"Like it?" Dave laughed quietly, turning his head to nip at the inside of Kurt's thigh before getting back to it, burying his face between Kurt's legs. Kurt could only choke out a whimper in response, his hips arching up on instinct, trying to get more of that hot, slick heat. Dave tilted his head, sucking one of Kurt's balls into his mouth as he replaced his tongue with his fingers, stroking roughly, but never going further.
Kurt groaned again, low and soft as he bit his lip, shivering at the brush of Dave’s fingertip against his entrance. He was tensing up again, though he tried to stop it, to relax and concentrate on the pleasure.
After a moment of feeling Kurt tense and relax in his arms, Dave sat up, wiping his mouth as discretely as he could -which wasn't very- on the back of his hand. "Babe," he offered as he moved back up to lie on top of Kurt, "I know you... probably don't want to hear this, but I think maybe 'all the way' isn't exactly in the cards. Right now."
Kurt bit his lip hard, his hands shaking a little as he ran them over Dave’s head. He was right, every touch there was making him clench up into an anxious bundle on the inside, nerves and... it was a lot to take in. To deal with.
"I-- I’m sorry..." he whispered.
"Don't be. Please." Dave shifted off of Kurt, onto his side, then pulled Kurt in close. "We've got time and, I know you don't really see it this way, but what we're doing now is just as good --just as special. To me it is, anyway. So don't be sorry, 'kay?"
"I just..." his voice was small, muffled from where he’d buried his face in Dave’s neck. "I just... had this fantasy in my head that... my first time would be... the whole thing, and... it would be this one, big, glorious moment where everything that... that I was scored for would be the only ‘right’ thing in the world..."
"Don't have sex to get back at them. Not the first time, anyway. After that's free game," he joked quietly, running the backs of his knuckles down Kurt's spine. "It's not what you'd planned, okay, but it's not the end of the world, right? I mean, you liked everything else and I hate to break it to you, Kurt, but all the other shit we were doing? Still makes you gay as fuuuck. So technically I guess you are still getting off on what you're made fun of for. Huh."
Kurt snorted softly, kissing at Dave’s skin. "Your spectacular way with words has soothed my internal conflict," he muttered dryly, leaning into Dave’s touches and going quiet for a few moments. Dave was right, it wasn’t what he’d planned, and it wasn’t a crisis of sexuality that was holding him back.
Finally he took a deep breath and drew back slightly, looking up to Dave.
"I want-- I want to have sex with you because it’s you," Kurt said quietly, "and... I-- I don’t want to go all the way. Yet."
"And today we learn that Dave is always right." He grinned. "Now. What else can I make you believe?" he teased, rolling Kurt onto his back, lips moving over his neck again. "I have the best band ever, aaand I'm hotter than Johnny Depp," he huffed an exaggerated sigh against Kurt's skin. "What else... Oh. I dress better than you."
Kurt laughed, the last of the tension slipping away as he cupped Dave’s cheeks and leaned up to bite a kiss under his jaw. "I already believed the first two, but the last was just plain offensive..." he bit again, a little softer this time as he pressed closer to Dave.
"Mmm. I live to offend. And to get you off. Can I get you off?" Dave asked, hand settling high up on Kurt's thigh.
"Please do," Kurt murmured, his thigh twitching under Dave’s fingers as he pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth.
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