FIC: The Proposition: A (Slightly) Inappropriate Love Story (17/?)
TITLE: The Proposition: A (Slightly) Inappropriate Love Story
AUTHORS: Gleekilicious & Tessisamess
PAIRING: Kurtofsky
RATING: Will hit NC17
WORD COUNT: 2,377 // 68,459
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
chapter sixteen
◄ 17 ►
Kurt gingerly touched his swollen bottom lip, huffing out an annoyed sigh and placing the bag of ice back over his mouth.
"Thanks for dropping me here, ‘Cedes," he mumbled, the words just a touch muffled and bitten off. He’d spent the previous night with Mercedes, and had been meaning to go home afterwards, but... Kurt touched his lip again. He wanted some comfort. They were nearly at Dave’s house, and he’d texted his dad to tell him he was spending more time with Mercedes. Possibly another night.
"It's cool. Just, y'know. Remember next time that if it's Kurt versus floor --the floor's probably gonna win." she teased, parking outside of the building rather than trying to find a space.
Kurt snorted softly, rolling his eyes. "No way, I think I got the floor’s weakness. Next time, I’ll just miss. That’s what flying’s all about, right?" He grinned - even though that hurt. "I’ll see you later, ‘Cedes. Thanks again." He opened the door and slid out, closing it behind him and waving her off before heading up to Dave’s apartment and letting himself in.
"--don't think that's going to be a possibility." Dave said flatly, glancing up from where he was leaned against the kitchen table as the front door opened. "I'm gonna go now. No, there's not really anything left to say. Hell, there wasn't anything left to say before you called. N-- Would you let me fucking talk? Jesus, you always do this. Like nothing I have to say could be anywhere near as important as listening to the sound of your own fucking voice. I'm going now. My boyfriend just got in. Yeah. Boyfriend."
Dave tossed his phone onto the counter, looking over at Kurt again. "Sorry about th-- what happened?"
Kurt blinked from where he’d frozen in the doorway, eyes a little wider than normal. "Nothing, it’s fine," he said quickly. "Who was that? What happened...? Are you okay...?" He took another step inwards, letting the door close behind him.
"Everything's fine. Well, everything's not fine obviously. What happened there?" Dave asked, motioning toward Kurt's mouth as he shoved off the counter and stepped out of the kitchen. "Someone hit you?"
"Not in quite such a punishable way," Kurt muttered, going over to Dave and putting down the ice-bag with a soft sigh. "How about I tell you what happened here," he gestured to his mouth, "and you tell me what happened there?" he finished, pointing vaguely to the phone before opening his arms and resting his head against Dave’s shoulder, hugging him close.
"Uncomfortable and potentially awkward storytelling. Sounds like a party." he grinned slightly as he slid an arm around Kurt's waist.
"Fantastic," Kurt smiled - again, though it hurt - "and we can top it off with something much more fun, provided our uncomfortable, awkward storytelling doesn’t ruin the mood entirely. Couch?"
"I think we can swing that. My Netflix has a category for 'Light-Hearted Romantic Musical and Comedies' now thanks to you, so you've got plenty of shit to pick from if you wanna do a movie." Dave teased, heading for the couch.
"As sincerely touched as I am that you consider a chick-flick to be the ultimate cure for awkward stories, I was thinking fun along the lines of the bedroom, but if you want to see Love Actually again, well. Who am I to complain?" Kurt was grinning now, ignoring the twinge as he sat down beside Dave and pressed in close.
"Mm, so what happened? If you can't tell me I'm going to have to assume you started a fight club."
"If I came out of a fight club looking like this, I should hope you’d be scared of my awesome power to just come away with a busted lip. No," Kurt sighed, pressing in a little closer, "some asshole tripped me down the stairs. Luckily, thanks to my divine grace, I only managed to face-plant once. My knees are pretty busted up, and I think I’ve got a bruise on my back, but... nothing too serious."
"Was it intentional?" Dave asked, feeling himself stiffen the way he used to when they'd have problems in class. "Did you tell any--" Right... who would he tell? He was telling the only person who'd listen right then, and he didn't work there anymore.
"Yeah, it was," Kurt murmured. "He’d already tried to do it a few times, and then when I got savvy, his friend stepped in and... fft." Kurt flopped his hand to indicate his fall. "I saw them high-fiving as they left."
It killed him that he couldn't do anything about it like before. And now that they had apparently figured that out too, Dave was worried it was going to get worse. He tried to think of something to say. A reassurance, a promise... anything, really. Dave came up short and sighed. "I'm sorry, babe."
"It’s hardly your fault," Kurt snorted, shooting a small smile up at him. "Honestly, it’s fine. I don’t think they’ll try anything too severe - and besides, I took milk from the cafeteria and poured them in their football bags, then left them in the sun, so..." he shrugged a shoulder.
Dave started to cut off his laugh, but then realized that... well, he didn't have to anymore. He could find that as funny as he wanted. "Good to see you're the bigger man," he teased.
"Hey, I might have a busted lip and some bruises, but try getting the stench out," he grinned. "Sure, they tripped me, but that smell is going to haunt them. Ergo, I win."
"You're evil," Dave smirked, leaning in to press his lips carefully against Kurt's.
"A sexy, evil genius," he murmured back, keeping the pressure light. "Who’s not going to tell my enemies my plans, or hesitate in killing them." Kurt drew back a moment later.
"So. Your turn. Who was that on the phone...?"
Dave sighed quietly, lips thinning as he sat back. "Just Adam. He wanted to come see me. Talk things out and... get back together, I assume." he admitted.
"Adam? The Adam? Wow," Kurt said softly, eyebrows raised. "He’s got some nerve..."
"He's just..." Dave shrugged slightly. "We were together for a while. It can be hard, I guess. Not that it wasn't hard for me, because it was. But, you know... I was wondering what I could have done differently, what I coulda said to make me enough for him, I kind of always knew there wasn't anything I could've changed. But Adam, he knew how much he meant to me. How he screwed up and what he coulda done to keep things from getting so fucked up. That's gotta be hard."
"Yeah, I guess..." Kurt murmured after a few moments, letting his head rest on Dave’s shoulder. "...do you miss him...?"
"I--" Dave was sure there wasn't a single way to answer that without it ending badly, so he just went for the truth. "I used to miss him a lot, yeah. Even with what he did I still loved him, and I guess part of me always will. Leaving someone doesn't make all the stuff before it go away, you know? But, I dunno. After a while I realized I was missing the idea of him and not really... him. I was blocking out all the bad shit and just remembering the good when I'd miss him. I think when I realized that's when I started, I dunno. Moving past it."
"I think I can understand that," he nodded, letting his hand slide over the top of Dave’s. "I’m sure in your situation, I’d feel the same. If..." he paused for a second before glancing back up to Dave. "If you want to talk to him, I’m not going to stop you. Or throw a fit, or anything like that."
"Trust me, I really don't. I wouldn't have even answered if I'd known it was him. New number. I thought it was Scott or someone when I picked up." Kurt's mature streak weirded him out sometimes, but he guessed it really shouldn't. After all, if he always acted like someone who belonged in high school they probably wouldn't be where they were. Not that Dave was the most mature guy; definitely not the smartest. But... maturity when it mattered, he guessed. That's what it was about.
Kurt snorted softly, stroking his thumb over Dave’s knuckles. "Alright... but if you change your mind, just let me know. That’s all I’ll ask from the whole boyfriend side of things," he smiled, leaning up to press a very gentle kiss against the corner of Dave’s mouth.
*
Dave came with a low groan, adding to the mess between them before settling beside Kurt on the bed. He reached blindly for his shirt for a second before finding it, passing it over so Kurt could clean himself off.
The position he'd found himself in with Kurt was definitely a first for him, but he didn't really mind the constraints of their sexual activities together. That wasn't to say he didn't want to be able to be in Kurt -god, he really did; wanted Kurt to feel comfortable enough to fuck him, too- but waiting, not being able to until Kurt was ready, wasn't so bad. Especially since Dave still got to make the younger man moan and writhe and come in other ways.
Kurt handed the shirt back to Dave with shaking fingers before he slumped down on the bed with a soft, breathless noise. His hand reached out, sliding down Dave’s chest as he forced himself to move, shifting closer and pressing his lips to his boyfriend’s.
"That... was amazing, as usual," he murmured a moment later, stretching out bonelessly and feeling his muscles twinge - double-orgasm heavy.
"You're just saying that 'cause you don't know any better," Dave joked. "If you were a giant slut you'd know I wasn't that great." He paused, then laughed. "Don't turn into a giant slut, though. I like that you think I'm a sex god."
Kurt laughed softly, lifting his hand and dropping it again onto Dave’s chest. "Shut up..." he grinned, leaning in to press another kiss against Dave’s lips. "I don’t plan on turning into a giant slut, thank you very much. As for the sex god... no comment."
"That's right, 'no comment.' Let me have my delusions." Dave chuckled, shifting onto his side to face Kurt. "Hey, um. Can I ask you something?"
"Of course," Kurt yawned, laying back down and draping an arm across Dave’s shoulders. "Fire away."
"Promise to try and not get mad or... take it the wrong way?"
Kurt cocked an eyebrow. "Okay...?" he said slowly, drawing the vowels out. "As long as you’re not about to insult my clothes, I’m sure I can deal with this mysterious question."
"Wh-- no, it's not like that. I was just wondering if you, uh. Y'know. 'Cause you kinda get... set off pretty fast whenever we --yeah." Dave was pretty sure he sounded even more ridiculous than he thought he did. He wasn't sure why it was so hard to ask; probably because he didn't want Kurt to think he was turned off by it.
Kurt blinked a few times, trying to decipher what Dave was talking about as he kept stroking his hand down Dave’s back and over his shoulder. After a second he narrowed his eyes a little.
"David... are you--" he went pink, glancing down at himself.
"I was just wondering." Dave rushed to say. "I mean, it doesn't bother me or anything, I swear. It's just, you know, if you don't you probably should --I mean. Shit, I didn't mean so you'd last longer or whatever. Just that it's healthy." Dave shut himself up before he could say anything that would surpass what he'd already blurted on the stupidity meter. He made a mental note to think the hard questions out before just asking them in the future.
"Wait, wait." Kurt sat up a little, still bright pink. "Are you asking if... if I... you know," he made a quick, crude hand movement.
"Um..." Dave deliberated for a second, but there was really no "better" question to fit what he'd managed to so specifically and yet so vaguely asked. "Yeah?"
Kurt’s face flamed. "David...! What-- what sort of...?!" he took a deep breath, clearly trying to calm himself down a little. "I-- I mean, who doesn’t, right...?" he mumbled.
"Sorry," Dave laughed, embarrassed. "Just a dumb question I guess."
Kurt slowly lay back down, biting his lower lip. "Is it because I... I don’t last very long...?" he said softly, still pink.
"Um kinda, yeah. We don't have to talk about it if you don't wanna though, really."
"It’s fine... I mean, I know I don’t... but... I do, so... I think I’m just... sensitive," Kurt said with a small sigh. "Believe me, it’s as frustrating for me as it is for you."
"Hey, I never said it was frustrating. As a matter of fact," He murmured, shifting closer, "I happen to like how sensitive you are." Dave smiled slightly as he proved his point by smoothing a light line down Kurt's stomach with his fingers. "It's sexy... and not just because it makes me feel good about myself." he teased quietly.
Kurt laughed, the tension lifting from his shoulders as he leaned into Dave’s hand with a small shiver. "Oh, good... I was worried for a second there," he smiled, prodding Dave’s chest. Kurt leaned up, kissing him softly and closing his eyes. "I’m sure I’ll get... well, not better... more used to it..."
"Getting used to it's highly overrated," Dave confided, grinning slightly. "You get used to it, then you get bored with it, then I gotta start bringing in, like, ice cubes and clown cars and shit to get you going."
"As long as it’s not sheep, I think we’re good," Kurt grinned. "Though I would love to see you try to get into a clown car..." he ducked his head, pressing a few slow, sleepy kisses to his neck before slumping back down on the bed and yawning. "I don’t think I’ll ever get bored of this..."
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AUTHORS: Gleekilicious & Tessisamess
PAIRING: Kurtofsky
RATING: Will hit NC17
WORD COUNT: 2,377 // 68,459
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
chapter sixteen
◄ 17 ►
Kurt gingerly touched his swollen bottom lip, huffing out an annoyed sigh and placing the bag of ice back over his mouth.
"Thanks for dropping me here, ‘Cedes," he mumbled, the words just a touch muffled and bitten off. He’d spent the previous night with Mercedes, and had been meaning to go home afterwards, but... Kurt touched his lip again. He wanted some comfort. They were nearly at Dave’s house, and he’d texted his dad to tell him he was spending more time with Mercedes. Possibly another night.
"It's cool. Just, y'know. Remember next time that if it's Kurt versus floor --the floor's probably gonna win." she teased, parking outside of the building rather than trying to find a space.
Kurt snorted softly, rolling his eyes. "No way, I think I got the floor’s weakness. Next time, I’ll just miss. That’s what flying’s all about, right?" He grinned - even though that hurt. "I’ll see you later, ‘Cedes. Thanks again." He opened the door and slid out, closing it behind him and waving her off before heading up to Dave’s apartment and letting himself in.
"--don't think that's going to be a possibility." Dave said flatly, glancing up from where he was leaned against the kitchen table as the front door opened. "I'm gonna go now. No, there's not really anything left to say. Hell, there wasn't anything left to say before you called. N-- Would you let me fucking talk? Jesus, you always do this. Like nothing I have to say could be anywhere near as important as listening to the sound of your own fucking voice. I'm going now. My boyfriend just got in. Yeah. Boyfriend."
Dave tossed his phone onto the counter, looking over at Kurt again. "Sorry about th-- what happened?"
Kurt blinked from where he’d frozen in the doorway, eyes a little wider than normal. "Nothing, it’s fine," he said quickly. "Who was that? What happened...? Are you okay...?" He took another step inwards, letting the door close behind him.
"Everything's fine. Well, everything's not fine obviously. What happened there?" Dave asked, motioning toward Kurt's mouth as he shoved off the counter and stepped out of the kitchen. "Someone hit you?"
"Not in quite such a punishable way," Kurt muttered, going over to Dave and putting down the ice-bag with a soft sigh. "How about I tell you what happened here," he gestured to his mouth, "and you tell me what happened there?" he finished, pointing vaguely to the phone before opening his arms and resting his head against Dave’s shoulder, hugging him close.
"Uncomfortable and potentially awkward storytelling. Sounds like a party." he grinned slightly as he slid an arm around Kurt's waist.
"Fantastic," Kurt smiled - again, though it hurt - "and we can top it off with something much more fun, provided our uncomfortable, awkward storytelling doesn’t ruin the mood entirely. Couch?"
"I think we can swing that. My Netflix has a category for 'Light-Hearted Romantic Musical and Comedies' now thanks to you, so you've got plenty of shit to pick from if you wanna do a movie." Dave teased, heading for the couch.
"As sincerely touched as I am that you consider a chick-flick to be the ultimate cure for awkward stories, I was thinking fun along the lines of the bedroom, but if you want to see Love Actually again, well. Who am I to complain?" Kurt was grinning now, ignoring the twinge as he sat down beside Dave and pressed in close.
"Mm, so what happened? If you can't tell me I'm going to have to assume you started a fight club."
"If I came out of a fight club looking like this, I should hope you’d be scared of my awesome power to just come away with a busted lip. No," Kurt sighed, pressing in a little closer, "some asshole tripped me down the stairs. Luckily, thanks to my divine grace, I only managed to face-plant once. My knees are pretty busted up, and I think I’ve got a bruise on my back, but... nothing too serious."
"Was it intentional?" Dave asked, feeling himself stiffen the way he used to when they'd have problems in class. "Did you tell any--" Right... who would he tell? He was telling the only person who'd listen right then, and he didn't work there anymore.
"Yeah, it was," Kurt murmured. "He’d already tried to do it a few times, and then when I got savvy, his friend stepped in and... fft." Kurt flopped his hand to indicate his fall. "I saw them high-fiving as they left."
It killed him that he couldn't do anything about it like before. And now that they had apparently figured that out too, Dave was worried it was going to get worse. He tried to think of something to say. A reassurance, a promise... anything, really. Dave came up short and sighed. "I'm sorry, babe."
"It’s hardly your fault," Kurt snorted, shooting a small smile up at him. "Honestly, it’s fine. I don’t think they’ll try anything too severe - and besides, I took milk from the cafeteria and poured them in their football bags, then left them in the sun, so..." he shrugged a shoulder.
Dave started to cut off his laugh, but then realized that... well, he didn't have to anymore. He could find that as funny as he wanted. "Good to see you're the bigger man," he teased.
"Hey, I might have a busted lip and some bruises, but try getting the stench out," he grinned. "Sure, they tripped me, but that smell is going to haunt them. Ergo, I win."
"You're evil," Dave smirked, leaning in to press his lips carefully against Kurt's.
"A sexy, evil genius," he murmured back, keeping the pressure light. "Who’s not going to tell my enemies my plans, or hesitate in killing them." Kurt drew back a moment later.
"So. Your turn. Who was that on the phone...?"
Dave sighed quietly, lips thinning as he sat back. "Just Adam. He wanted to come see me. Talk things out and... get back together, I assume." he admitted.
"Adam? The Adam? Wow," Kurt said softly, eyebrows raised. "He’s got some nerve..."
"He's just..." Dave shrugged slightly. "We were together for a while. It can be hard, I guess. Not that it wasn't hard for me, because it was. But, you know... I was wondering what I could have done differently, what I coulda said to make me enough for him, I kind of always knew there wasn't anything I could've changed. But Adam, he knew how much he meant to me. How he screwed up and what he coulda done to keep things from getting so fucked up. That's gotta be hard."
"Yeah, I guess..." Kurt murmured after a few moments, letting his head rest on Dave’s shoulder. "...do you miss him...?"
"I--" Dave was sure there wasn't a single way to answer that without it ending badly, so he just went for the truth. "I used to miss him a lot, yeah. Even with what he did I still loved him, and I guess part of me always will. Leaving someone doesn't make all the stuff before it go away, you know? But, I dunno. After a while I realized I was missing the idea of him and not really... him. I was blocking out all the bad shit and just remembering the good when I'd miss him. I think when I realized that's when I started, I dunno. Moving past it."
"I think I can understand that," he nodded, letting his hand slide over the top of Dave’s. "I’m sure in your situation, I’d feel the same. If..." he paused for a second before glancing back up to Dave. "If you want to talk to him, I’m not going to stop you. Or throw a fit, or anything like that."
"Trust me, I really don't. I wouldn't have even answered if I'd known it was him. New number. I thought it was Scott or someone when I picked up." Kurt's mature streak weirded him out sometimes, but he guessed it really shouldn't. After all, if he always acted like someone who belonged in high school they probably wouldn't be where they were. Not that Dave was the most mature guy; definitely not the smartest. But... maturity when it mattered, he guessed. That's what it was about.
Kurt snorted softly, stroking his thumb over Dave’s knuckles. "Alright... but if you change your mind, just let me know. That’s all I’ll ask from the whole boyfriend side of things," he smiled, leaning up to press a very gentle kiss against the corner of Dave’s mouth.
*
Dave came with a low groan, adding to the mess between them before settling beside Kurt on the bed. He reached blindly for his shirt for a second before finding it, passing it over so Kurt could clean himself off.
The position he'd found himself in with Kurt was definitely a first for him, but he didn't really mind the constraints of their sexual activities together. That wasn't to say he didn't want to be able to be in Kurt -god, he really did; wanted Kurt to feel comfortable enough to fuck him, too- but waiting, not being able to until Kurt was ready, wasn't so bad. Especially since Dave still got to make the younger man moan and writhe and come in other ways.
Kurt handed the shirt back to Dave with shaking fingers before he slumped down on the bed with a soft, breathless noise. His hand reached out, sliding down Dave’s chest as he forced himself to move, shifting closer and pressing his lips to his boyfriend’s.
"That... was amazing, as usual," he murmured a moment later, stretching out bonelessly and feeling his muscles twinge - double-orgasm heavy.
"You're just saying that 'cause you don't know any better," Dave joked. "If you were a giant slut you'd know I wasn't that great." He paused, then laughed. "Don't turn into a giant slut, though. I like that you think I'm a sex god."
Kurt laughed softly, lifting his hand and dropping it again onto Dave’s chest. "Shut up..." he grinned, leaning in to press another kiss against Dave’s lips. "I don’t plan on turning into a giant slut, thank you very much. As for the sex god... no comment."
"That's right, 'no comment.' Let me have my delusions." Dave chuckled, shifting onto his side to face Kurt. "Hey, um. Can I ask you something?"
"Of course," Kurt yawned, laying back down and draping an arm across Dave’s shoulders. "Fire away."
"Promise to try and not get mad or... take it the wrong way?"
Kurt cocked an eyebrow. "Okay...?" he said slowly, drawing the vowels out. "As long as you’re not about to insult my clothes, I’m sure I can deal with this mysterious question."
"Wh-- no, it's not like that. I was just wondering if you, uh. Y'know. 'Cause you kinda get... set off pretty fast whenever we --yeah." Dave was pretty sure he sounded even more ridiculous than he thought he did. He wasn't sure why it was so hard to ask; probably because he didn't want Kurt to think he was turned off by it.
Kurt blinked a few times, trying to decipher what Dave was talking about as he kept stroking his hand down Dave’s back and over his shoulder. After a second he narrowed his eyes a little.
"David... are you--" he went pink, glancing down at himself.
"I was just wondering." Dave rushed to say. "I mean, it doesn't bother me or anything, I swear. It's just, you know, if you don't you probably should --I mean. Shit, I didn't mean so you'd last longer or whatever. Just that it's healthy." Dave shut himself up before he could say anything that would surpass what he'd already blurted on the stupidity meter. He made a mental note to think the hard questions out before just asking them in the future.
"Wait, wait." Kurt sat up a little, still bright pink. "Are you asking if... if I... you know," he made a quick, crude hand movement.
"Um..." Dave deliberated for a second, but there was really no "better" question to fit what he'd managed to so specifically and yet so vaguely asked. "Yeah?"
Kurt’s face flamed. "David...! What-- what sort of...?!" he took a deep breath, clearly trying to calm himself down a little. "I-- I mean, who doesn’t, right...?" he mumbled.
"Sorry," Dave laughed, embarrassed. "Just a dumb question I guess."
Kurt slowly lay back down, biting his lower lip. "Is it because I... I don’t last very long...?" he said softly, still pink.
"Um kinda, yeah. We don't have to talk about it if you don't wanna though, really."
"It’s fine... I mean, I know I don’t... but... I do, so... I think I’m just... sensitive," Kurt said with a small sigh. "Believe me, it’s as frustrating for me as it is for you."
"Hey, I never said it was frustrating. As a matter of fact," He murmured, shifting closer, "I happen to like how sensitive you are." Dave smiled slightly as he proved his point by smoothing a light line down Kurt's stomach with his fingers. "It's sexy... and not just because it makes me feel good about myself." he teased quietly.
Kurt laughed, the tension lifting from his shoulders as he leaned into Dave’s hand with a small shiver. "Oh, good... I was worried for a second there," he smiled, prodding Dave’s chest. Kurt leaned up, kissing him softly and closing his eyes. "I’m sure I’ll get... well, not better... more used to it..."
"Getting used to it's highly overrated," Dave confided, grinning slightly. "You get used to it, then you get bored with it, then I gotta start bringing in, like, ice cubes and clown cars and shit to get you going."
"As long as it’s not sheep, I think we’re good," Kurt grinned. "Though I would love to see you try to get into a clown car..." he ducked his head, pressing a few slow, sleepy kisses to his neck before slumping back down on the bed and yawning. "I don’t think I’ll ever get bored of this..."
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