FIC: The Proposition: A (Slightly) Inappropriate Love Story (16/?)
TITLE: The Proposition: A (Slightly) Inappropriate Love Story
AUTHORS: Gleekilicious & Tessisamess
PAIRING: Kurtofsky
RATING: Will hit NC17
WORD COUNT: 4,142 // 66,082
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
chapter fourteen
chapter fifteen
◄ 16 ►
Kurt swore, fumbling with his phone to put it on speaker as he hovered at the first set of traffic lights. He bit his lip, fingers drumming anxiously against the wheel as he waited for Mercedes to pick up, glancing from the lights to the cell phone secured in the holster. It was late afternoon, bordering early evening, and he needed to tell Mercedes that if anyone asked, he was with her. And - of course - to tell her what had happened in Dave’s office.
"He-- SHUT UP. Hello?"
"‘Cedes - it’s Kurt. Are you alone?" Kurt’s shoulders sagged a little in relief, the light going green.
"I'm never alone," Mercedes sighed. "Hold on. I'm -GUYS. KNOCK IT OFF- on twin duty." After a moment of whining and shuffling her end of the line was peacefully quiet. "Okay, yeah."
"Mr. Schue walked in on us. On David and me, in his office." Kurt shifted in his seat, biting his lip as the image of Will’s shocked and horrified expression came back to him.
"...you were boning at school?" Mercedes hissed.
"No! God, no! We were-- no, Mercedes! Where did that even come from?! We were just kissing - barely a kiss, it was a... a peck! That’s all!"
"Oh. Well... at least you weren't doing it." Mercedes offered weakly. "So... this is bad, isn't it."
"Mr. Schuester walked in," Kurt gritted out. "He saw it. Us. He... he knows."
"Yeah, I got that. But what's gonna happen?" Mercedes asked, voice just shy of reaching its official "I'm freaking out" pitch.
"He’s leaving today," Kurt said, sadness creeping into his tone. "Mr. Schue’s not going to say anything on the condition this was David’s last day..."
"...oh my god. He's not --he's not leaving leaving, right?"
"What?! No! If he was leaving leaving I’d be... crying, at least. No, he’s just leaving McKinley. Today was his last day."
"That's not... so bad, right? I mean, he's not going to jail and now you don't have to worry about, like, getting caught."
Kurt snorted before he could help himself. "I guess... I’m just... It’s because of me he’s unemployed for the moment, and... I don’t know. I feel guilty. And I’ll miss him."
"Yeah," Mercedes sighed. "It definitely still sucks. You wanna come over? I've got Rocky Road."
"I’d love to - but I’m heading to his place now. Tomorrow? That was actually one of the reasons I called, I need you to cover for me if my dad gets suspicious."
"On it," Mercedes laughed. "One day I'm gonna cash in all this BFF cred I'm racking up, you know."
"You’re like, a BFF millionaire," he grinned. "Thank you so much. I owe you. A lot."
"No problem. I gotta go, though. I think my brothers are trying to take the fridge apart."
"It’s okay, I’m where I need to be too. See you tomorrow, ‘Cedes." Kurt hung up, slipping his iPhone into his pocket before turning off the engine. He hurried up to Dave’s apartment, knocking on the door.
It took Dave a little longer than usual to get to the door; he was half dressed and still damp from the shower when he got there, though, explaining the lag.
"...well hello," Kurt laughed, crooking a smile at Dave and leaning up to steal a kiss. "I didn’t mean to disturb you."
"It's cool; I was just getting out anyway," Dave laughed, stepping back so Kurt could come in. "You know, I don't recall changing my locks," he teased.
"And I don’t recall ever being told by anyone it was okay just to waltz into someone’s home uninvited," Kurt winked, closing the door behind him. "How are you...?"
"Just enjoying my new life as a bum. Thinking of not showering for like a month and buying out Walmart's full stock of sweatpants, large bowls and Fruit Loops. And, just so you know, you're always invited."
"Wow," Kurt laughed, "that sounds attractive. Just the sort of thing I’m into. Bad smells, worse clothes and junk food. Can’t wait." He leaned up for another kiss, sighing out softly against his lips.
"Worse clothes? What's wrong with how I dress?"
"Nothing," Kurt said, patting his arm and moving past him to the living room. "Nothing at all."
"Wa-- what's wrong with my clothes?!" Dave asked, insistently following along as Kurt left the entryway.
"Nothing, sweetie," Kurt laughed, sitting down on the sofa. "They suit you. You’d look out of place in Gucci or Levi, after all."
"Psh. You're just jealous." Dave teased, flopping down on the couch next to Kurt. He smiled, casting a sidelong glance at the younger man. "So. Am I suddenly much less attractive now that our relationship isn't dirty and wrong?"
"Ugh, I can barely stand to look at you," Kurt grinned, hooking his legs over Dave’s knees and leaning in close, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "In a weird way... I’m a little relieved... not that you lost your job, of course, but that... we don’t have to hide it."
"I didn't lose my job. I quit. There's totally a difference." It had only been a joke, but Dave actually had been a little worried that Kurt had only been into him for the taboo their relationship technically had been; sort of still was. Not that he thought Kurt would've consciously done anything like that.
"I think you managed to quit and lose it," Kurt murmured, curling his fingers into the short hair at the back of Dave’s neck. "I mean, I’m impressed... sorry that it happened, but it’ll be a story to tell-- well. Someone. At some point."
"Guess you're kinda right." Dave conceded, hand curling around Kurt's upper arm to pull him closer. "So, since I'm still sexyman..." he grinned, leaning in for a kiss.
"And any remaining moral doubts have been lifted..." Kurt murmured back, smiling as he tilted his head up and teasingly let his tongue flicker against the corner of Dave’s lips.
Dave hummed quietly, shifting up onto one knee as he used his weight to push Kurt back into the beat cushions, lips attaching more firmly to his as he did.
Kurt grinned, falling back easily and trailing his hands down Dave’s chest as he leaned in - sliding them to his sides when the space between them got too small. He kissed back, deepening it almost immediately and sucking Dave’s bottom lip into his mouth.
Dave's hands went to the hem of Kurt's shirt, both sliding easily under the thin material to run up his stomach, pushing the garment up his torso. "Wanna fool around with your not-teacher?" he teased quietly, biting at Kurt's lip.
"Oh, gee, let me think about that," Kurt snorted, letting his arms stretch above his head so Dave could slide the tight top up and off him. "I think the answer is yes, please, if you want to fool around with your not-student."
"Even gotta ask?" Dave settled on top of Kurt, sort of glad he hadn't bothered putting on more than a pair of jeans before getting the door since it seemed like it'd all just be coming back off again anyway.
"I was just playing along," Kurt murmured, ducking his head to kiss softly along Dave’s neck and throat. "You smell nice..."
Dave lifted his chin slightly as Kurt's mouth moved over his throat. "Mmn. Le Dial. S'designer."
Kurt laughed, pinching Dave’s side for that. "I meant you, not your dollar-store soap, David. Stop making me laugh, or I’ll... do something."
"I'm so scared," Dave murmured, lips finding Kurt's for another slow kiss. "What're you gonna do to me?" he breathed, one hand settling on the back of the younger man's thigh, squeezing slightly.
Kurt was silent for a moment, kissing lazily back before he hooked his legs around Dave’s waist and arched, grinding them together fast and hot and downright dirty, letting out a soft, airy moan too.
Dave groaned, the noise low and guttural. He pulled Kurt into a hard kiss, hands moving to unbuckle his boyfriend's belt and take it off, pulling it out of the loops so quickly that the tail end of it snapped quietly. He dropped it on the floor, instantly forgetting it as he ground against Kurt.
Kurt gasped quietly, lifting his hips to help the angle and sucking Dave’s tongue into his mouth. His own hands dropped to the waistband of Dave’s jeans, slipping under it and--
"Are you wearing underwear...?!" Kurt breathed, breaking the kiss for a second.
"Well I did just get out of the shower when you knocked." Dave grinned.
"...oh my god." Kurt’s fingers slid further down - over Dave’s thighs and then back up over his ass. "That-- that should not be hot..."
Dave laughed quietly as he reached between them to undo his jeans to give Kurt's hand more room. "I think it's on the pretty vanilla end of the things-people-find-hot spectrum."
Kurt snorted softly, his hands still sliding over the backs of Dave’s thighs, his ass, inner thighs and teasingly brushing his cock - never letting the sensation linger.
"Well... then... what do you like that’s not on the vanilla end of the spectrum...?" Kurt asked.
"Hmm," Dave deliberated for a second. Too much too soon could scare Kurt off --or at least make things awkward Not that he was into anything really kinky, but for someone who was still... getting used to the idea of some aspects of sex? He leaned in biting the side of Kurt's neck. "Handcuffs," he murmured, tongue tracing a path up to the younger man's ear.
Kurt’s breath hitched audibly, his fingers splaying against Dave’s thighs for a second as he arched into his mouth. "That... sounds interesting," he whispered.
"And I wouldn't really be opposed to having you fuck my face the next time I blow you," he teased quietly, biting at Kurt's earlobe. He grinned against his boyfriend's neck. "Mm, and sheep. Sheep really get me fucking hard."
"I-- what?!" Kurt, having just staved off a way too hard-hitting burst of arousal, blinked and pushed Dave’s face back a bit. "You’re kidding with the sheep thing, right?!"
"What? No." Dave bit back a laugh. "I love sheep, dude." He bleated. Loudly. Then buried his face in Kurt's neck again, intentionally rubbing his slight scruff the wrong way against his skin. "C'mon, baby. Make some sexy animal noises for me," he laughed.
"Yup, my hands are getting out of your pants now," Kurt said, sliding his hands free and laughing, trying to playfully shove Dave away. "You’ve lost all touching privileges, you know. All of them."
Dave grinned, sitting up. "That's fine. I'm still allowed to touch me." He demonstrated his point by pulling his cock out, shoving his jeans down his hips a bit. His eyes locked on Kurt's as he started touching himself, hand moving slowly over his own length.
Kurt’s eyes widened, lips parting as his cock throbbed hard in his jeans. "Wh-- David," he choked out, breathing a little more ragged as he watched - trying not to and failing miserably. "Not fair..."
"I could be touching you..." Dave teased softly.
"Yeah," Kurt breathed, raising an eyebrow and letting one of his own hands drift down his pale chest. "Why aren’t you...?"
"'Cause my boyfriend won't let me," Dave breathed a sigh of a moan as his hand moved a little faster. "Told me himself. Don't wanna get in trouble."
"Your boyfriend sounds like an idiot," Kurt murmured, "and I think he’s pretty much ready to revoke those words." He licked his lips, laying back on the sofa and stretching his arms above his head again.
"Please...?"
Dave pretended to give it an actual moment's thought, hand slowing on his own cock as he did. "But what if this is a trick?" Even as he teased, Dave gave in; he reached down and undid Kurt's fly, tugging his jeans down his hips.
"Pretty damn sure he’s not thinking that deeply," Kurt managed to grit out, arching into Dave’s hand. Already he was embarrassingly close, his cock achingly hard against his stomach.
"You win," he laughed. Dave got Kurt's jeans about halfway down his thighs before he settled on top of him again, leaning on one elbow as he licked his palm, then reached between them to grip his boyfriend's cock.
Kurt gasped loudly, muffling the following groan in Dave’s shoulder as his hips twitched into Dave’s hand. "‘S good," he murmured, thighs quivering as he tried to crook them open a little - trapped by his jeans.
Dave couldn't help getting one last laugh in, though. He moved his hand slowly over Kurt's dick, bleating loudly next to his ear as he did.
"Oh my god," Kurt choked out, pushing Dave’s face away. "Shut up!" He was laughing though, smushing Dave’s cheek in retribution. Kurt hooked a leg around Dave’s hip, twisting in a move that was meant to simply reverse their positions.
Instead, he pushed too hard and Dave moved to easily. Kurt yelped, clinging to Dave as they tumbled off the sofa and onto the floor.
Dave hit the floor with a quiet grunt, then laughed. "Aw, c'mon baby. Be my sexy little sheep." he cooed, hands smoothing over the curve of Kurt's ass as he snickered. "You okay?"
"I am not your sheep," Kurt grumbled, pouting down at Dave and wriggling a little on top of him, getting comfy again. "Stop with the sheep noises, or I’ll insist on us cleaning your room. Again."
After a second Kurt relented, leaning down to press a soft kiss to Dave’s jaw. "I’m okay..."
"Good," Dave murmured, turning his face to catch Kurt's mouth in a kiss as he used his light hold on his ass to start moving his hips.
Kurt groaned softly, slumping down on him and shuddering. Each push and roll of Dave’s hips had him gasping for breath - kissing deeply even as he panted against Dave’s mouth.
"W-Wait," he finally breathed, pulling back a little and tugging at his jeans, then Dave’s. "These... off."
Dave complied easily, sitting up so he could shift Kurt with him. He worked his jeans the rest of the way off, kicking them under the coffee table.
Kurt flushed as he pushed his own jeans aside, achingly hard. He slowly settled himself back down on Dave’s thighs, his legs spread for balance. It wasn’t as if they’d never been that close and that naked before, but somehow... on the floor of Dave’s living room, in the afternoon... it felt like he was more naked than before.
Kurt slowly wrapped his arms around Dave’s shoulders, smiling softly and leaning in to kiss along his jaw.
"You’re so hot..." he murmured, hands sliding down Dave’s back.
Dave laughed quietly in response. He'd never been a shining example of taking compliments well. He pulled away just enough so he could spit into his hand, grinning apologetically at Kurt when he did. He reached between them and took them both in his hand, a quiet noise escaping him as he pushed into his grip.
Kurt slumped a little, tilting his head back and moaning softly, his hips arching up and into Dave’s hand. "Ohhh god," he breathed, "shit, David... please..." He was trembling, pale skin tinged pink. Dave tightened his grip a little, watching their cocks slide against each other in it.
"Good?"
"S-So good," he gasped, looking down too and letting out a shaky noise that was close to a whimper. He could feel every pulse and twitch of Dave’s cock alongside his own - every flex and pull of muscle. "David, I-- I c-can’t..." his thighs clenched as he desperately tried to stave off his orgasm.
"So don't," Dave grunted, thumb sliding over the come-slicked head of Kurt's dick.
Kurt definitely whimpered, his nails digging in to Dave’s back as his back arched. It was too good, he was too close, everything felt too much and there was no way he could hold back, no way he could stop himself as his hips bucked and his eyes widened.
"Nhghnn...! D-- mhnn!" He came hard, rocking forwards and pressing his forehead to Dave’s shoulder, gasping and panting for breath as his come splattered between them. Dave groaned as he felt Kurt come in his hand, cock twitching rhythmically against his own.
He kept moving his hand, even after Kurt had come, not giving him a chance to come down from his orgasm as he used the younger man's come as makeshift lube. Kurt jerked, his whole body clenching as another wave of bliss hit him - so hard it hurt a little, a sharpness through his system.
"David, w-wait," he choked out, the muscles in his thighs and stomach quivering as he regained any hardness he’d lost.
"Trust me," Dave growled, pulling Kurt into a hard kiss, teeth immediately latching on to his bottom lip. Kurt hissed, fingers splaying over Dave’s back as he rocked, the pleasure so acute it ached, his body damp with sweat as he all but writhed in Dave’s lap.
"Nhn! D-David, it’s--...! Mhn!" he was moaning - soft, breathy noises as he kissed back.
"Want me to stop?" Dave asked, tongue darting out a second later to soothe Kurt's reddened lower lip.
"No," Kurt gasped, his tongue chasing Dave’s as he pressed closer, feeling the muscle and hair of Dave’s chest against his own. Already he was close again, his whole body shuddering with energy and bliss. Dave pulled his hand away and held him close, trapping their erections between them. He moved with Kurt, moaning against his mouth.
"Sh-Shit... nghn..." Kurt broke the kiss, pressing their foreheads together and trying to catch his breath as he arched against Dave, his toes curling in pleasure as he jerked - almost breaking their rhythm. "C-Close...!"
"Already?" Dave murmured. He didn't sound put out. A little surprised, maybe. He didn't stop; didn't even slow down. He just kept moving with Kurt, hand keeping their cocks tight against each other as the thrust in and out of his grip.
"It’s too good," he whispered, voice broken and shaky as he pressed closer to Dave, his head spinning a little and his cheeks flushed as a low noise slid from his lips. "S-So good... please..."
Kurt was shaking, his whole body drawing tense in a way that was becoming familiar. Dave nodded slightly, sucking Kurt's bottom lip in between his own.
"S'cool. Want you to feel good," he grunted in reply. "C'mon, babe. Come for me."
Kurt gritted his teeth, sliding a hand between them to curl his fingers around Dave’s, holding on to Dave’s hand as he tried his hardest not to come.
"You too," he panted, pressing his forehead to Dave’s. "Please, I-- nghn..."
Dave gave a jerky nod, hand coming up to tangle in the back of Kurt's hair as he let his own cock go, quickly adjusting his grip to fit the loss of it. "C'mon," he muttered against the younger man's lips, biting gently. "Lemme see you come."
Kurt couldn’t hold it back any longer, his whole body quivering as he tensed and tore in a sharp, ragged breath against Dave’s lips - his face scrunching with pleasure, slaw-jawed as he came again. He jerked, letting out a rough cry, his come slicking between them once more.
"Ahhhn!"
Dave leaned forward, one arm moving to wrap around Kurt's waist as he sat up on his knees, then settled Kurt back, onto the carpet before getting on top of him. He reached down, taking the younger man's hand to wrap it around his still-hard cock, then put his weight on his arms and started thrusting into it, mouth meeting Kurt's in a hard, sloppy kiss.
Kurt was still shaking a little as he kissed back, his hand moving quickly and smoothly over Dave’s cock - his thumb brushing under and running over the tip as he stroked. He broke the kiss, licking his slightly swollen lips before swallowing, his cheeks flushing a little.
"O-on me," he whispered. "You can-- come on me..."
"Want me to?" Dave groaned, panting against Kurt's mouth. Kurt gasped and bit softly at Dave’s bottom lip.
"Yes."
As if the word were a command Dave's thrusts sped up. He was already so close that it wasn't long until he was coming, shooting onto Kurt's stomach with a low noise.
Kurt sucked in a shaky breath, looking down as Dave came and watching - reaching to brush a finger through one of the trails on his stomach, his hand already slick with Dave’s come. Dave pressed their lips together as he came down from the high of his orgasm, trying to keep from just settling on top of Kurt and staying there for the rest of the afternoon.
"Guess I shoulda waited on that shower," he murmured jokingly. Kurt kissed back slowly, letting his whole body go lax and boneless.
"Guess so..." he whispered. A moment later he snorted softly. "I can’t believe we just did that on the floor of your living room...!"
"...wanna go do it in my shower so you can not believe we did it there, too?" Dave grinned.
Kurt laughed, leaning up to catch Dave’s lips in another kiss. "You’re full of good ideas today."
*
Kurt waved Mercedes off, hoisting his bag up onto his shoulder and taking a deep breath. It was been weird without Dave - the halls full of rumours as to why he’d left, though thankfully none of them had any hints of ‘illicit relationship’ and most were ‘family problems’. Lunch had been bitter-sweet; Mercedes had done her best to keep him entertained, but... he missed Dave’s office. Missed their little slot of time together.
And now Mr. Schue wanted to see him after school. To Talk.
Kurt heaved a sigh and, after a moment, knocked on Mr. Schue’s office door.
"Come in." The response to the knock was almost immediate. Kurt gritted his teeth and plastered on a smile, opening the door and walking in.
"You wanted to see me, Mr. Schue?"
"Sit down; um, close that behind you." Mr. Schue nodded toward the door. He shut off his monitor and turned his chair more fully toward the two chairs in front of it.
Kurt slowly did as told, the door clicking shut before he sat down and crossed his legs. Mr. Schue sighed quietly, resting his elbows on the desk as he looked over at Kurt.
"I'm sure you know what this is about... no sense beating around the bush."
"Yes, well... I don’t really know what there is to say," Kurt murmured, picking at some lint on his knee and pressing his lips together tightly.
"Kurt, I know you think this is unfair. That I did what I did to hurt you. But I'm only trying to protect you --both of you. I don't think what you're doing is right... He should have known better and you..." he trailed off, frowning slightly. "You're just so young; how can you even know if this is what you want. If it's what you'll want a year from now --even a month from now?"
Kurt inhaled sharply and glanced up at Mr. Schue.
"If that’s how I’m supposed to think about things, then what’s the point in doing anything? I might not want to sing a month from now, but that’s not going to stop me joining and going to glee club." Kurt shifted, drawing himself up a little straighter. "As far as I’m concerned, David’s one of the best things in my life right now, and I’m not going to give it up because some... some legislation says it’s wrong."
Mr. Schue was quiet for a few moments, looking decidedly uncomfortable upon hearing Kurt use Dave's first name so easily. He looked even worse a second later when a realization dawned on him. "...did you go to his house yesterday when he had to leave?"
Kurt slowly raised an eyebrow. "No offense, sir, but I believe what my boyfriend and I do in our spare time isn’t any of your business."
*This story is now being updated on Fancy & the Fury as well.
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AUTHORS: Gleekilicious & Tessisamess
PAIRING: Kurtofsky
RATING: Will hit NC17
WORD COUNT: 4,142 // 66,082
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
chapter fourteen
chapter fifteen
◄ 16 ►
Kurt swore, fumbling with his phone to put it on speaker as he hovered at the first set of traffic lights. He bit his lip, fingers drumming anxiously against the wheel as he waited for Mercedes to pick up, glancing from the lights to the cell phone secured in the holster. It was late afternoon, bordering early evening, and he needed to tell Mercedes that if anyone asked, he was with her. And - of course - to tell her what had happened in Dave’s office.
"He-- SHUT UP. Hello?"
"‘Cedes - it’s Kurt. Are you alone?" Kurt’s shoulders sagged a little in relief, the light going green.
"I'm never alone," Mercedes sighed. "Hold on. I'm -GUYS. KNOCK IT OFF- on twin duty." After a moment of whining and shuffling her end of the line was peacefully quiet. "Okay, yeah."
"Mr. Schue walked in on us. On David and me, in his office." Kurt shifted in his seat, biting his lip as the image of Will’s shocked and horrified expression came back to him.
"...you were boning at school?" Mercedes hissed.
"No! God, no! We were-- no, Mercedes! Where did that even come from?! We were just kissing - barely a kiss, it was a... a peck! That’s all!"
"Oh. Well... at least you weren't doing it." Mercedes offered weakly. "So... this is bad, isn't it."
"Mr. Schuester walked in," Kurt gritted out. "He saw it. Us. He... he knows."
"Yeah, I got that. But what's gonna happen?" Mercedes asked, voice just shy of reaching its official "I'm freaking out" pitch.
"He’s leaving today," Kurt said, sadness creeping into his tone. "Mr. Schue’s not going to say anything on the condition this was David’s last day..."
"...oh my god. He's not --he's not leaving leaving, right?"
"What?! No! If he was leaving leaving I’d be... crying, at least. No, he’s just leaving McKinley. Today was his last day."
"That's not... so bad, right? I mean, he's not going to jail and now you don't have to worry about, like, getting caught."
Kurt snorted before he could help himself. "I guess... I’m just... It’s because of me he’s unemployed for the moment, and... I don’t know. I feel guilty. And I’ll miss him."
"Yeah," Mercedes sighed. "It definitely still sucks. You wanna come over? I've got Rocky Road."
"I’d love to - but I’m heading to his place now. Tomorrow? That was actually one of the reasons I called, I need you to cover for me if my dad gets suspicious."
"On it," Mercedes laughed. "One day I'm gonna cash in all this BFF cred I'm racking up, you know."
"You’re like, a BFF millionaire," he grinned. "Thank you so much. I owe you. A lot."
"No problem. I gotta go, though. I think my brothers are trying to take the fridge apart."
"It’s okay, I’m where I need to be too. See you tomorrow, ‘Cedes." Kurt hung up, slipping his iPhone into his pocket before turning off the engine. He hurried up to Dave’s apartment, knocking on the door.
It took Dave a little longer than usual to get to the door; he was half dressed and still damp from the shower when he got there, though, explaining the lag.
"...well hello," Kurt laughed, crooking a smile at Dave and leaning up to steal a kiss. "I didn’t mean to disturb you."
"It's cool; I was just getting out anyway," Dave laughed, stepping back so Kurt could come in. "You know, I don't recall changing my locks," he teased.
"And I don’t recall ever being told by anyone it was okay just to waltz into someone’s home uninvited," Kurt winked, closing the door behind him. "How are you...?"
"Just enjoying my new life as a bum. Thinking of not showering for like a month and buying out Walmart's full stock of sweatpants, large bowls and Fruit Loops. And, just so you know, you're always invited."
"Wow," Kurt laughed, "that sounds attractive. Just the sort of thing I’m into. Bad smells, worse clothes and junk food. Can’t wait." He leaned up for another kiss, sighing out softly against his lips.
"Worse clothes? What's wrong with how I dress?"
"Nothing," Kurt said, patting his arm and moving past him to the living room. "Nothing at all."
"Wa-- what's wrong with my clothes?!" Dave asked, insistently following along as Kurt left the entryway.
"Nothing, sweetie," Kurt laughed, sitting down on the sofa. "They suit you. You’d look out of place in Gucci or Levi, after all."
"Psh. You're just jealous." Dave teased, flopping down on the couch next to Kurt. He smiled, casting a sidelong glance at the younger man. "So. Am I suddenly much less attractive now that our relationship isn't dirty and wrong?"
"Ugh, I can barely stand to look at you," Kurt grinned, hooking his legs over Dave’s knees and leaning in close, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "In a weird way... I’m a little relieved... not that you lost your job, of course, but that... we don’t have to hide it."
"I didn't lose my job. I quit. There's totally a difference." It had only been a joke, but Dave actually had been a little worried that Kurt had only been into him for the taboo their relationship technically had been; sort of still was. Not that he thought Kurt would've consciously done anything like that.
"I think you managed to quit and lose it," Kurt murmured, curling his fingers into the short hair at the back of Dave’s neck. "I mean, I’m impressed... sorry that it happened, but it’ll be a story to tell-- well. Someone. At some point."
"Guess you're kinda right." Dave conceded, hand curling around Kurt's upper arm to pull him closer. "So, since I'm still sexyman..." he grinned, leaning in for a kiss.
"And any remaining moral doubts have been lifted..." Kurt murmured back, smiling as he tilted his head up and teasingly let his tongue flicker against the corner of Dave’s lips.
Dave hummed quietly, shifting up onto one knee as he used his weight to push Kurt back into the beat cushions, lips attaching more firmly to his as he did.
Kurt grinned, falling back easily and trailing his hands down Dave’s chest as he leaned in - sliding them to his sides when the space between them got too small. He kissed back, deepening it almost immediately and sucking Dave’s bottom lip into his mouth.
Dave's hands went to the hem of Kurt's shirt, both sliding easily under the thin material to run up his stomach, pushing the garment up his torso. "Wanna fool around with your not-teacher?" he teased quietly, biting at Kurt's lip.
"Oh, gee, let me think about that," Kurt snorted, letting his arms stretch above his head so Dave could slide the tight top up and off him. "I think the answer is yes, please, if you want to fool around with your not-student."
"Even gotta ask?" Dave settled on top of Kurt, sort of glad he hadn't bothered putting on more than a pair of jeans before getting the door since it seemed like it'd all just be coming back off again anyway.
"I was just playing along," Kurt murmured, ducking his head to kiss softly along Dave’s neck and throat. "You smell nice..."
Dave lifted his chin slightly as Kurt's mouth moved over his throat. "Mmn. Le Dial. S'designer."
Kurt laughed, pinching Dave’s side for that. "I meant you, not your dollar-store soap, David. Stop making me laugh, or I’ll... do something."
"I'm so scared," Dave murmured, lips finding Kurt's for another slow kiss. "What're you gonna do to me?" he breathed, one hand settling on the back of the younger man's thigh, squeezing slightly.
Kurt was silent for a moment, kissing lazily back before he hooked his legs around Dave’s waist and arched, grinding them together fast and hot and downright dirty, letting out a soft, airy moan too.
Dave groaned, the noise low and guttural. He pulled Kurt into a hard kiss, hands moving to unbuckle his boyfriend's belt and take it off, pulling it out of the loops so quickly that the tail end of it snapped quietly. He dropped it on the floor, instantly forgetting it as he ground against Kurt.
Kurt gasped quietly, lifting his hips to help the angle and sucking Dave’s tongue into his mouth. His own hands dropped to the waistband of Dave’s jeans, slipping under it and--
"Are you wearing underwear...?!" Kurt breathed, breaking the kiss for a second.
"Well I did just get out of the shower when you knocked." Dave grinned.
"...oh my god." Kurt’s fingers slid further down - over Dave’s thighs and then back up over his ass. "That-- that should not be hot..."
Dave laughed quietly as he reached between them to undo his jeans to give Kurt's hand more room. "I think it's on the pretty vanilla end of the things-people-find-hot spectrum."
Kurt snorted softly, his hands still sliding over the backs of Dave’s thighs, his ass, inner thighs and teasingly brushing his cock - never letting the sensation linger.
"Well... then... what do you like that’s not on the vanilla end of the spectrum...?" Kurt asked.
"Hmm," Dave deliberated for a second. Too much too soon could scare Kurt off --or at least make things awkward Not that he was into anything really kinky, but for someone who was still... getting used to the idea of some aspects of sex? He leaned in biting the side of Kurt's neck. "Handcuffs," he murmured, tongue tracing a path up to the younger man's ear.
Kurt’s breath hitched audibly, his fingers splaying against Dave’s thighs for a second as he arched into his mouth. "That... sounds interesting," he whispered.
"And I wouldn't really be opposed to having you fuck my face the next time I blow you," he teased quietly, biting at Kurt's earlobe. He grinned against his boyfriend's neck. "Mm, and sheep. Sheep really get me fucking hard."
"I-- what?!" Kurt, having just staved off a way too hard-hitting burst of arousal, blinked and pushed Dave’s face back a bit. "You’re kidding with the sheep thing, right?!"
"What? No." Dave bit back a laugh. "I love sheep, dude." He bleated. Loudly. Then buried his face in Kurt's neck again, intentionally rubbing his slight scruff the wrong way against his skin. "C'mon, baby. Make some sexy animal noises for me," he laughed.
"Yup, my hands are getting out of your pants now," Kurt said, sliding his hands free and laughing, trying to playfully shove Dave away. "You’ve lost all touching privileges, you know. All of them."
Dave grinned, sitting up. "That's fine. I'm still allowed to touch me." He demonstrated his point by pulling his cock out, shoving his jeans down his hips a bit. His eyes locked on Kurt's as he started touching himself, hand moving slowly over his own length.
Kurt’s eyes widened, lips parting as his cock throbbed hard in his jeans. "Wh-- David," he choked out, breathing a little more ragged as he watched - trying not to and failing miserably. "Not fair..."
"I could be touching you..." Dave teased softly.
"Yeah," Kurt breathed, raising an eyebrow and letting one of his own hands drift down his pale chest. "Why aren’t you...?"
"'Cause my boyfriend won't let me," Dave breathed a sigh of a moan as his hand moved a little faster. "Told me himself. Don't wanna get in trouble."
"Your boyfriend sounds like an idiot," Kurt murmured, "and I think he’s pretty much ready to revoke those words." He licked his lips, laying back on the sofa and stretching his arms above his head again.
"Please...?"
Dave pretended to give it an actual moment's thought, hand slowing on his own cock as he did. "But what if this is a trick?" Even as he teased, Dave gave in; he reached down and undid Kurt's fly, tugging his jeans down his hips.
"Pretty damn sure he’s not thinking that deeply," Kurt managed to grit out, arching into Dave’s hand. Already he was embarrassingly close, his cock achingly hard against his stomach.
"You win," he laughed. Dave got Kurt's jeans about halfway down his thighs before he settled on top of him again, leaning on one elbow as he licked his palm, then reached between them to grip his boyfriend's cock.
Kurt gasped loudly, muffling the following groan in Dave’s shoulder as his hips twitched into Dave’s hand. "‘S good," he murmured, thighs quivering as he tried to crook them open a little - trapped by his jeans.
Dave couldn't help getting one last laugh in, though. He moved his hand slowly over Kurt's dick, bleating loudly next to his ear as he did.
"Oh my god," Kurt choked out, pushing Dave’s face away. "Shut up!" He was laughing though, smushing Dave’s cheek in retribution. Kurt hooked a leg around Dave’s hip, twisting in a move that was meant to simply reverse their positions.
Instead, he pushed too hard and Dave moved to easily. Kurt yelped, clinging to Dave as they tumbled off the sofa and onto the floor.
Dave hit the floor with a quiet grunt, then laughed. "Aw, c'mon baby. Be my sexy little sheep." he cooed, hands smoothing over the curve of Kurt's ass as he snickered. "You okay?"
"I am not your sheep," Kurt grumbled, pouting down at Dave and wriggling a little on top of him, getting comfy again. "Stop with the sheep noises, or I’ll insist on us cleaning your room. Again."
After a second Kurt relented, leaning down to press a soft kiss to Dave’s jaw. "I’m okay..."
"Good," Dave murmured, turning his face to catch Kurt's mouth in a kiss as he used his light hold on his ass to start moving his hips.
Kurt groaned softly, slumping down on him and shuddering. Each push and roll of Dave’s hips had him gasping for breath - kissing deeply even as he panted against Dave’s mouth.
"W-Wait," he finally breathed, pulling back a little and tugging at his jeans, then Dave’s. "These... off."
Dave complied easily, sitting up so he could shift Kurt with him. He worked his jeans the rest of the way off, kicking them under the coffee table.
Kurt flushed as he pushed his own jeans aside, achingly hard. He slowly settled himself back down on Dave’s thighs, his legs spread for balance. It wasn’t as if they’d never been that close and that naked before, but somehow... on the floor of Dave’s living room, in the afternoon... it felt like he was more naked than before.
Kurt slowly wrapped his arms around Dave’s shoulders, smiling softly and leaning in to kiss along his jaw.
"You’re so hot..." he murmured, hands sliding down Dave’s back.
Dave laughed quietly in response. He'd never been a shining example of taking compliments well. He pulled away just enough so he could spit into his hand, grinning apologetically at Kurt when he did. He reached between them and took them both in his hand, a quiet noise escaping him as he pushed into his grip.
Kurt slumped a little, tilting his head back and moaning softly, his hips arching up and into Dave’s hand. "Ohhh god," he breathed, "shit, David... please..." He was trembling, pale skin tinged pink. Dave tightened his grip a little, watching their cocks slide against each other in it.
"Good?"
"S-So good," he gasped, looking down too and letting out a shaky noise that was close to a whimper. He could feel every pulse and twitch of Dave’s cock alongside his own - every flex and pull of muscle. "David, I-- I c-can’t..." his thighs clenched as he desperately tried to stave off his orgasm.
"So don't," Dave grunted, thumb sliding over the come-slicked head of Kurt's dick.
Kurt definitely whimpered, his nails digging in to Dave’s back as his back arched. It was too good, he was too close, everything felt too much and there was no way he could hold back, no way he could stop himself as his hips bucked and his eyes widened.
"Nhghnn...! D-- mhnn!" He came hard, rocking forwards and pressing his forehead to Dave’s shoulder, gasping and panting for breath as his come splattered between them. Dave groaned as he felt Kurt come in his hand, cock twitching rhythmically against his own.
He kept moving his hand, even after Kurt had come, not giving him a chance to come down from his orgasm as he used the younger man's come as makeshift lube. Kurt jerked, his whole body clenching as another wave of bliss hit him - so hard it hurt a little, a sharpness through his system.
"David, w-wait," he choked out, the muscles in his thighs and stomach quivering as he regained any hardness he’d lost.
"Trust me," Dave growled, pulling Kurt into a hard kiss, teeth immediately latching on to his bottom lip. Kurt hissed, fingers splaying over Dave’s back as he rocked, the pleasure so acute it ached, his body damp with sweat as he all but writhed in Dave’s lap.
"Nhn! D-David, it’s--...! Mhn!" he was moaning - soft, breathy noises as he kissed back.
"Want me to stop?" Dave asked, tongue darting out a second later to soothe Kurt's reddened lower lip.
"No," Kurt gasped, his tongue chasing Dave’s as he pressed closer, feeling the muscle and hair of Dave’s chest against his own. Already he was close again, his whole body shuddering with energy and bliss. Dave pulled his hand away and held him close, trapping their erections between them. He moved with Kurt, moaning against his mouth.
"Sh-Shit... nghn..." Kurt broke the kiss, pressing their foreheads together and trying to catch his breath as he arched against Dave, his toes curling in pleasure as he jerked - almost breaking their rhythm. "C-Close...!"
"Already?" Dave murmured. He didn't sound put out. A little surprised, maybe. He didn't stop; didn't even slow down. He just kept moving with Kurt, hand keeping their cocks tight against each other as the thrust in and out of his grip.
"It’s too good," he whispered, voice broken and shaky as he pressed closer to Dave, his head spinning a little and his cheeks flushed as a low noise slid from his lips. "S-So good... please..."
Kurt was shaking, his whole body drawing tense in a way that was becoming familiar. Dave nodded slightly, sucking Kurt's bottom lip in between his own.
"S'cool. Want you to feel good," he grunted in reply. "C'mon, babe. Come for me."
Kurt gritted his teeth, sliding a hand between them to curl his fingers around Dave’s, holding on to Dave’s hand as he tried his hardest not to come.
"You too," he panted, pressing his forehead to Dave’s. "Please, I-- nghn..."
Dave gave a jerky nod, hand coming up to tangle in the back of Kurt's hair as he let his own cock go, quickly adjusting his grip to fit the loss of it. "C'mon," he muttered against the younger man's lips, biting gently. "Lemme see you come."
Kurt couldn’t hold it back any longer, his whole body quivering as he tensed and tore in a sharp, ragged breath against Dave’s lips - his face scrunching with pleasure, slaw-jawed as he came again. He jerked, letting out a rough cry, his come slicking between them once more.
"Ahhhn!"
Dave leaned forward, one arm moving to wrap around Kurt's waist as he sat up on his knees, then settled Kurt back, onto the carpet before getting on top of him. He reached down, taking the younger man's hand to wrap it around his still-hard cock, then put his weight on his arms and started thrusting into it, mouth meeting Kurt's in a hard, sloppy kiss.
Kurt was still shaking a little as he kissed back, his hand moving quickly and smoothly over Dave’s cock - his thumb brushing under and running over the tip as he stroked. He broke the kiss, licking his slightly swollen lips before swallowing, his cheeks flushing a little.
"O-on me," he whispered. "You can-- come on me..."
"Want me to?" Dave groaned, panting against Kurt's mouth. Kurt gasped and bit softly at Dave’s bottom lip.
"Yes."
As if the word were a command Dave's thrusts sped up. He was already so close that it wasn't long until he was coming, shooting onto Kurt's stomach with a low noise.
Kurt sucked in a shaky breath, looking down as Dave came and watching - reaching to brush a finger through one of the trails on his stomach, his hand already slick with Dave’s come. Dave pressed their lips together as he came down from the high of his orgasm, trying to keep from just settling on top of Kurt and staying there for the rest of the afternoon.
"Guess I shoulda waited on that shower," he murmured jokingly. Kurt kissed back slowly, letting his whole body go lax and boneless.
"Guess so..." he whispered. A moment later he snorted softly. "I can’t believe we just did that on the floor of your living room...!"
"...wanna go do it in my shower so you can not believe we did it there, too?" Dave grinned.
Kurt laughed, leaning up to catch Dave’s lips in another kiss. "You’re full of good ideas today."
*
Kurt waved Mercedes off, hoisting his bag up onto his shoulder and taking a deep breath. It was been weird without Dave - the halls full of rumours as to why he’d left, though thankfully none of them had any hints of ‘illicit relationship’ and most were ‘family problems’. Lunch had been bitter-sweet; Mercedes had done her best to keep him entertained, but... he missed Dave’s office. Missed their little slot of time together.
And now Mr. Schue wanted to see him after school. To Talk.
Kurt heaved a sigh and, after a moment, knocked on Mr. Schue’s office door.
"Come in." The response to the knock was almost immediate. Kurt gritted his teeth and plastered on a smile, opening the door and walking in.
"You wanted to see me, Mr. Schue?"
"Sit down; um, close that behind you." Mr. Schue nodded toward the door. He shut off his monitor and turned his chair more fully toward the two chairs in front of it.
Kurt slowly did as told, the door clicking shut before he sat down and crossed his legs. Mr. Schue sighed quietly, resting his elbows on the desk as he looked over at Kurt.
"I'm sure you know what this is about... no sense beating around the bush."
"Yes, well... I don’t really know what there is to say," Kurt murmured, picking at some lint on his knee and pressing his lips together tightly.
"Kurt, I know you think this is unfair. That I did what I did to hurt you. But I'm only trying to protect you --both of you. I don't think what you're doing is right... He should have known better and you..." he trailed off, frowning slightly. "You're just so young; how can you even know if this is what you want. If it's what you'll want a year from now --even a month from now?"
Kurt inhaled sharply and glanced up at Mr. Schue.
"If that’s how I’m supposed to think about things, then what’s the point in doing anything? I might not want to sing a month from now, but that’s not going to stop me joining and going to glee club." Kurt shifted, drawing himself up a little straighter. "As far as I’m concerned, David’s one of the best things in my life right now, and I’m not going to give it up because some... some legislation says it’s wrong."
Mr. Schue was quiet for a few moments, looking decidedly uncomfortable upon hearing Kurt use Dave's first name so easily. He looked even worse a second later when a realization dawned on him. "...did you go to his house yesterday when he had to leave?"
Kurt slowly raised an eyebrow. "No offense, sir, but I believe what my boyfriend and I do in our spare time isn’t any of your business."
*This story is now being updated on Fancy & the Fury as well.
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