Fic: Liberty - Chapter 13
Liberty
Pairings; Characters: Karofsky/OMC; Karofsky, OCs, Kurt, Puck, and the other Gleeks
Rating: NC-17
Warnings; Spoilers: hot man on man love (eventually); no spoilers that I know of
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, just my OCs
Summary: Karofsky is bored, so he gets a motorcycle. However, he needs someone to help him fix up the junker he buys. But a motorcycle isn’t the only thing Colton helps Karofsky fix. A sister story to Freedom.
Chapter 1
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
There was no question of where he would go, and he stood hunched over, waiting after pressing the doorbell. As soon as Mrs. Terrance saw him she gave him a weak smile and stepped back.
“He’s in his room,” she said softly, “Just go on up.”
Dave nodded and walked up. The door was ajar and opened as he knocked. Colton looked up in surprise. He had been lying on his bed, staring at his phone.
“Dave what happened?” he asked, standing and moving over to his boyfriend.
Dave just shrugged. Closing the door behind him he set his bag next to it. He kept swallowing, taking deep breaths, blinking slowly and often.
Colton took in his actions, looking at the rather stuffed-looking bag. “Did they…?”
Dave didn’t answer, couldn’t answer, not even nodding his head. But as soon as Colton’s hand touched his he broke down.
Colton immediately wrapped his arms around the younger boy, and right now he looked younger than ever. He led him over to the bed, sitting down on the edge and letting Dave cry into his shoulder. He stayed quiet, knowing that the tears just needed to be released, rubbing his back in small circles, trying to pass along his comfort through touch.
It took about twenty minutes before the tears were completely gone and Dave was able to take a few deep breaths to calm himself. He didn’t pull away, instead choosing to pull the older boy onto his lap to get him closer.
Colton chuckled and waited a few more minutes before speaking. “What did they say?” he asked, because he knew what they had apparently done.
Dave shook his head. “Not much. They wanted to talk to each other more than me. I overheard the end and knew they were going to kick me out. I didn’t wait around to hear them say it and just grabbed some things and left. Figure I’ll skip a class on Monday, get some more things or something while my dad’s out of the house.”
“Well, we still have the entire weekend, Teddy Bear,” said Colton, carefully loosening himself from Dave’s grip. “Let’s just take it one day at a time. Okay?”
Dave just nodded, too tired to speak anymore.
“Good, now, let’s get some sleep. This couldn’t have been easy for you.”
He reached out and pulled Dave’s shirt over his head, causing the boy to smile in amusement. But they remained quiet, and surprisingly separate until they lied on the bed in boxers, Colton with his arms around Dave.
Colton had turned of the lights before joining Dave and so they lay in the dark, trying to sleep. Just before Colton was about to drift into his dreams he heard Dave mumble his name.
“Yeah?” he asked softly, wondering if he had been hearing things.
“I love you,” Dave whispered, not looking up from Colton’s chest.
Not being able to resist, Colton smiled, squeezing the body in his arms and kissing the top of his head. “I love you, too, David,” he whispered back.
He got no reply, but it seemed as if the younger boy had fallen asleep much sooner than expected.
~*~
The next morning Dave woke up to what sounded like an alarm. He groaned, glancing up at the clock on the bedside table. He groaned even louder when he saw that it was seven thirty, on a Saturday.
He nudged Colton who seemed to be sleeping through this and mumbled angrily, “Why the fuck do you fuckin’ set your alarm for seven fuckin’ thirty on Saturdays?”
Colton barely moved, but pulled Dave closer. “Doorbell. Mom’ll get it.” Then he was asleep again.
Accepting the answer, and realizing that the sound wasn’t continuing, Dave fell back into sleep as well, burrowing into Colton’s side.
~*~
The next time he woke up it was definitely later if the position of the sun rays on the floor were anything to go by. He was also much colder than before and rolled over to look for Colton.
The blonde walked into the room, yawning a little and stretching. When he caught sight of Dave staring he pretended to flex before laughing.
“Well, the Teddy Bear is finally awake.”
Dave pushed up on his elbows. “If that yawn and stretch was anything to go by, you haven’t been up long either.”
“Touché.” Colton walked over to the bed and smiled. “It’s almost ten-thirty, we should probably get up. I think my mom made pancakes.”
“Mmm, sounds good.” Dave sat up, pulling Colton close for a quick kiss. “That means we need to get dressed, doesn’t it?”
Colton nodded, standing up and going to his dresser. “Bathroom’s open down the hall. Be thankful my dad finished hours ago. You’ll actually be able to breathe.”
“TMI, Colton, TMI,” mumbled Dave as he grabbed his bag and headed down to the bathroom.
Ten minutes later both boys were dressed and headed down the stairs. As they walked into the kitchen Dave froze at the sight before him.
“Mom?” he whispered, not knowing what to think about seeing her sitting at the table, hands cradling a mug of tea.
“David,” she said, standing up, smiling sadly at him.
Mrs. Terrance stood as well, grabbing a plate of pancakes and pulling Colton from the room. “We’ll let you two talk in peace. Dave, there’s some pancakes if you’re hungry.”
Dave stood, staring, no emotion other than shock on his face. Eventually it turned to confusion and he moved toward the counter. “What are you doing here, Mom?” He asked as he poured syrup on the fluffy pancakes and turned. “How did you even know where to go?”
His mother sat back down, staring at her mug. “I called the Hummels last night, but they said you didn’t go there. Then I figured you would come here.”
“I never even told you Colton’s last name. How did you find his address?” Dave sat at the table, but didn’t touch his breakfast.
His mom sighed and stared into her tea. “You said that he worked at the junk yard over the summer, so I called Charles Danielson. He was a little hesitant about giving out information but I managed to get a last name. Then it was just a matter of looking in the phone book.” She took a sip, closing her eyes, clearly holding back tears. “I figured I should wait until this morning. It was after one in the morning and I hoped you were asleep.”
Dave sighed, taking a bite and swallowing. “I was. But that still doesn’t answer why you’re here.”
“I…” she faltered, taking another sip and a calming breath. “I let the wrong man leave the house last night, David.” She reached across the table and took his hand in hers. “Please come home, baby.”
Dave stared at their hands. “What do you mean?”
“I’m not going to say you heard your father wrong.”
As she spoke, Dave pulled his hand away, frowning.
“But you didn’t hear everything. He wasn’t talking about kicking you out, David.” She reached across and took his hand again, squeezing it.
“Your father is staying at a hotel for a little bit.”
“What?” Dave stared, surprised.
“He didn’t know how to react. He just wanted to leave for a night or two, gather his thoughts, before he talked to you. He doesn’t want to yell at you and cause a fight.”
“Why didn’t you tell me this last night?”
“You left too quickly, David. The last thing I wanted was for you to think that you had to leave.” She stood up and moved over to him. “I didn’t get a chance to tell you last night, but I love you, David. You’re my son and that’s all that matters.”
Dave turned to his mom, hugging her around the waist. “I’m sorry, Mom. I should have let you talk to me.”
His mom cradled his head as he burrowed into her stomach. “That’s okay, David. I should have tried harder to stop you.”
Dave didn’t say anything, just sat there, his face in his mother’s stomach. He didn’t cry, he had gotten that out of his system the night before, but it just felt good to be close to his mom.
After a few minutes he finally pulled away. “I’ll come home later today. I wanted to work on my bike a little.”
She smiled and ran a hand through his hair. “Sure you were, baby.”
Dave felt himself blushing and he frowned. “You’re not allowed to talk to Mrs. Terrance any more.”
Even as he said it, Colton walked in with his mom. “Is everything okay?” asked Colton, sitting next to Dave.
Dave leaned into him. “Yeah, but I think our moms are going to get along too well.”
With that, everyone laughed, Dave finished his breakfast and went to the garage with Colton, and after lunch, Dave returned home with his mother.
TBC...
Chapter 14
And yet again... Prompt Post
Pairings; Characters: Karofsky/OMC; Karofsky, OCs, Kurt, Puck, and the other Gleeks
Rating: NC-17
Warnings; Spoilers: hot man on man love (eventually); no spoilers that I know of
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, just my OCs
Summary: Karofsky is bored, so he gets a motorcycle. However, he needs someone to help him fix up the junker he buys. But a motorcycle isn’t the only thing Colton helps Karofsky fix. A sister story to Freedom.
Chapter 1
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
There was no question of where he would go, and he stood hunched over, waiting after pressing the doorbell. As soon as Mrs. Terrance saw him she gave him a weak smile and stepped back.
“He’s in his room,” she said softly, “Just go on up.”
Dave nodded and walked up. The door was ajar and opened as he knocked. Colton looked up in surprise. He had been lying on his bed, staring at his phone.
“Dave what happened?” he asked, standing and moving over to his boyfriend.
Dave just shrugged. Closing the door behind him he set his bag next to it. He kept swallowing, taking deep breaths, blinking slowly and often.
Colton took in his actions, looking at the rather stuffed-looking bag. “Did they…?”
Dave didn’t answer, couldn’t answer, not even nodding his head. But as soon as Colton’s hand touched his he broke down.
Colton immediately wrapped his arms around the younger boy, and right now he looked younger than ever. He led him over to the bed, sitting down on the edge and letting Dave cry into his shoulder. He stayed quiet, knowing that the tears just needed to be released, rubbing his back in small circles, trying to pass along his comfort through touch.
It took about twenty minutes before the tears were completely gone and Dave was able to take a few deep breaths to calm himself. He didn’t pull away, instead choosing to pull the older boy onto his lap to get him closer.
Colton chuckled and waited a few more minutes before speaking. “What did they say?” he asked, because he knew what they had apparently done.
Dave shook his head. “Not much. They wanted to talk to each other more than me. I overheard the end and knew they were going to kick me out. I didn’t wait around to hear them say it and just grabbed some things and left. Figure I’ll skip a class on Monday, get some more things or something while my dad’s out of the house.”
“Well, we still have the entire weekend, Teddy Bear,” said Colton, carefully loosening himself from Dave’s grip. “Let’s just take it one day at a time. Okay?”
Dave just nodded, too tired to speak anymore.
“Good, now, let’s get some sleep. This couldn’t have been easy for you.”
He reached out and pulled Dave’s shirt over his head, causing the boy to smile in amusement. But they remained quiet, and surprisingly separate until they lied on the bed in boxers, Colton with his arms around Dave.
Colton had turned of the lights before joining Dave and so they lay in the dark, trying to sleep. Just before Colton was about to drift into his dreams he heard Dave mumble his name.
“Yeah?” he asked softly, wondering if he had been hearing things.
“I love you,” Dave whispered, not looking up from Colton’s chest.
Not being able to resist, Colton smiled, squeezing the body in his arms and kissing the top of his head. “I love you, too, David,” he whispered back.
He got no reply, but it seemed as if the younger boy had fallen asleep much sooner than expected.
~*~
The next morning Dave woke up to what sounded like an alarm. He groaned, glancing up at the clock on the bedside table. He groaned even louder when he saw that it was seven thirty, on a Saturday.
He nudged Colton who seemed to be sleeping through this and mumbled angrily, “Why the fuck do you fuckin’ set your alarm for seven fuckin’ thirty on Saturdays?”
Colton barely moved, but pulled Dave closer. “Doorbell. Mom’ll get it.” Then he was asleep again.
Accepting the answer, and realizing that the sound wasn’t continuing, Dave fell back into sleep as well, burrowing into Colton’s side.
~*~
The next time he woke up it was definitely later if the position of the sun rays on the floor were anything to go by. He was also much colder than before and rolled over to look for Colton.
The blonde walked into the room, yawning a little and stretching. When he caught sight of Dave staring he pretended to flex before laughing.
“Well, the Teddy Bear is finally awake.”
Dave pushed up on his elbows. “If that yawn and stretch was anything to go by, you haven’t been up long either.”
“Touché.” Colton walked over to the bed and smiled. “It’s almost ten-thirty, we should probably get up. I think my mom made pancakes.”
“Mmm, sounds good.” Dave sat up, pulling Colton close for a quick kiss. “That means we need to get dressed, doesn’t it?”
Colton nodded, standing up and going to his dresser. “Bathroom’s open down the hall. Be thankful my dad finished hours ago. You’ll actually be able to breathe.”
“TMI, Colton, TMI,” mumbled Dave as he grabbed his bag and headed down to the bathroom.
Ten minutes later both boys were dressed and headed down the stairs. As they walked into the kitchen Dave froze at the sight before him.
“Mom?” he whispered, not knowing what to think about seeing her sitting at the table, hands cradling a mug of tea.
“David,” she said, standing up, smiling sadly at him.
Mrs. Terrance stood as well, grabbing a plate of pancakes and pulling Colton from the room. “We’ll let you two talk in peace. Dave, there’s some pancakes if you’re hungry.”
Dave stood, staring, no emotion other than shock on his face. Eventually it turned to confusion and he moved toward the counter. “What are you doing here, Mom?” He asked as he poured syrup on the fluffy pancakes and turned. “How did you even know where to go?”
His mother sat back down, staring at her mug. “I called the Hummels last night, but they said you didn’t go there. Then I figured you would come here.”
“I never even told you Colton’s last name. How did you find his address?” Dave sat at the table, but didn’t touch his breakfast.
His mom sighed and stared into her tea. “You said that he worked at the junk yard over the summer, so I called Charles Danielson. He was a little hesitant about giving out information but I managed to get a last name. Then it was just a matter of looking in the phone book.” She took a sip, closing her eyes, clearly holding back tears. “I figured I should wait until this morning. It was after one in the morning and I hoped you were asleep.”
Dave sighed, taking a bite and swallowing. “I was. But that still doesn’t answer why you’re here.”
“I…” she faltered, taking another sip and a calming breath. “I let the wrong man leave the house last night, David.” She reached across the table and took his hand in hers. “Please come home, baby.”
Dave stared at their hands. “What do you mean?”
“I’m not going to say you heard your father wrong.”
As she spoke, Dave pulled his hand away, frowning.
“But you didn’t hear everything. He wasn’t talking about kicking you out, David.” She reached across and took his hand again, squeezing it.
“Your father is staying at a hotel for a little bit.”
“What?” Dave stared, surprised.
“He didn’t know how to react. He just wanted to leave for a night or two, gather his thoughts, before he talked to you. He doesn’t want to yell at you and cause a fight.”
“Why didn’t you tell me this last night?”
“You left too quickly, David. The last thing I wanted was for you to think that you had to leave.” She stood up and moved over to him. “I didn’t get a chance to tell you last night, but I love you, David. You’re my son and that’s all that matters.”
Dave turned to his mom, hugging her around the waist. “I’m sorry, Mom. I should have let you talk to me.”
His mom cradled his head as he burrowed into her stomach. “That’s okay, David. I should have tried harder to stop you.”
Dave didn’t say anything, just sat there, his face in his mother’s stomach. He didn’t cry, he had gotten that out of his system the night before, but it just felt good to be close to his mom.
After a few minutes he finally pulled away. “I’ll come home later today. I wanted to work on my bike a little.”
She smiled and ran a hand through his hair. “Sure you were, baby.”
Dave felt himself blushing and he frowned. “You’re not allowed to talk to Mrs. Terrance any more.”
Even as he said it, Colton walked in with his mom. “Is everything okay?” asked Colton, sitting next to Dave.
Dave leaned into him. “Yeah, but I think our moms are going to get along too well.”
With that, everyone laughed, Dave finished his breakfast and went to the garage with Colton, and after lunch, Dave returned home with his mother.
TBC...
Chapter 14
And yet again... Prompt Post