FIC: Christmas Interlude 1/2 WIP
Title: Christmas Interlude
Author: buttonmybutton
Pairing(s): Kurt/Dave
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2285
Warnings: Language, Ramp Up To Smut, Angst, Reference to Cancer, Somewhat Negative Reference to Burt and Blaine
Spoilers: Glee Actually
Summary: Kurt just needs to escape from his Christmas visitors for a while, luckily he has a solid excuse...
Disclaimers: I neither own nor make any profit from Glee. I am always
grateful for your opinion, but it is my firm policy not to answer
reviews.
Kurt straightened the seams on his tights and the peak of his cap one last time and took a deep breath. On one level it was nerve-wracking, dressing in this extremely tight and ridiculous elf costume in the grimy bathroom of a rundown community center, but on another level it was a relief to have a cast iron excuse to avoid the people and problems waiting in his apartment for a few hours.
Last week he'd been so upset to be missing Christmas with his dad and now he was desperate to escape his presence. Kurt loved his dad, he loved him so much, but when he thought about him getting sick again, going to the hospital again, maybe dying again, he just wanted to run, run far away.
And he knew it was petty, but why was Blaine here? How could his dad have brought him here, told him before Kurt, even, that he was sick? Kurt might have kinda, sorta forgiven Blaine and been kinda, sorta, maybe looking forward to seeing him when he was still planning on going home for Christmas. But Kurt hadn't gone home for Christmas. Yes, it had been mostly a financial decision, but if he had really been ready to see Blaine he would have found a way.
And just because Kurt was thinking about forgiving Blaine didn't mean his dad was allowed to. His dad knew what Blaine did to him, he should be threatening Blaine with a shotgun, not keeping secrets with him behind Kurt's back.
Kurt knew that his dad loved him and wanted him to be happy, but it stung a little, feeling like his dad didn't trust his judgment.
So yeah, hurray for a few hours to think, even if it was surrounded by Santa-mad underprivileged children, at least they were a timely reminder that other people had bigger problems than people loving him and wanting to see him for Christmas, even if he wasn't quite ready to deal with them.
He heard a throat clearing behind him and looked in the mirror to see David Karofsky emerging from the changing stall, adjusting his Santa costume. David was at NYU, going to the Silver School for social work. Kurt had stopped into a LGBT youth shelter after Sandy to donate some gently-used couture and had been very surprised to see David there, ordering a squad of volunteers around.
Kurt had felt a mixture of unsettled, guilty and proud, he wanted to ask David how he was doing and to apologize for not keeping in touch, like he had meant to, David was very polite, wouldn’t hear any apologies from Kurt, but he was simply too busy to sit down and talk. When pressed he invited Kurt to an HIV awareness picnic later that week.
Since then David had invited him to a fair amount of the LGBT events he was involved with, which had progressed to more of the general charity projects like today, but they never did have that talk. David was just busy, busy, busy and he never hung out with him socially, always seemed to be making it clear that he wasn't presuming, wasn't trying to trick Kurt into spending time with him.
At first Kurt had appreciated the respect, but it wasn't like he had that many friends to choose from in New York, and lately he had been irritated that David apparently couldn't stand to be in the same room with him if there wasn't a committee meeting going on. Kurt admired the way David threw himself so thoroughly into making the world a better place, but sometimes he worried that David thought that he had to spend the rest of his life doing penance; that he didn’t deserve to be appreciated just for himself. Other times he worried more selfishly that David just didn’t find Kurt and his frivolous aspirations all that interesting, now that he was on his way to becoming Brother Theresa.
Apparently Kurt was all about the petty feelings today because in the split second before David met his eyes in the mirror he caught the other boy staring at his ass, and it made him feel good that at least some part of him still had a hold on David's emotions.
"S'that your whole costume?"
"It better be, this thing cannot take any more tacky accessories, I feel like a jingle bell factory threw up on me."
"That's not really what I m- nevermind, it's fine. You ready?"
The wild, petty feeling in Kurt's stomach was only growing and apparently he was really freaking out about his dad, because ordinarily he would never tease a sad, confused boy who had been doing his very best to get over him, but in this moment Kurt didn't want David to be over him. He wanted him to look at him again, the way he used to, the way he just had at his ass.
Besides, David couldn’t be that sad and confused; he had been flirting and laughing with that boy with the tacky scarf and the clipboard who had checked them into the shelter earlier. They had been giggling right in front of Kurt, as if he wasn’t even there. As if Kurt Hummel was easy to forget.
"I'm ready, but your beard is all crooked, David," Kurt spun around and positively slinked over to the other boy, "let me fix it for you."
He reached up and lay a hand on David's round cheek, he could actually feel it heat up as David blushed furiously.
"Great makeup job," Kurt said wickedly, "your cheeks are perfectly rosy."
He hooked the beard elastic behind David's ear and his fingertips brushed over the soft little whorl of baby hair behind it. He brought his other hand up to do the other side and was reminded unavoidably of how David had held his face just this way that day in the locker room. Maybe David was reminded too because his eyes were firmly averted but they were looking suspiciously wet.
Kurt hastily dropped his hands to David's shoulders, goodness, still so big. Kurt could basically look David in the eye now, when he used to seem so much taller, but his shoulders were still so, so broad. Kurt had never exactly considered the appeal of a broad pair of shoulders before, but the hard muscles felt amazing, especially under the velvety slide of the Santa costume, it was satisfying like stroking a big cat. And inappropriate, so very inappropriate, yet Kurt couldn't resist sliding his hands over the top of David's pecs, which were also felt extremely interesting, and down his sides, which were admittedly squishier, but with that same hint of steel underneath.
In high school Kurt had been as unhealthily obsessed with his and everyone else’s weight as the next gay boy, but honestly, now that he had his hands on David’s flesh, he just wanted to squeeze, he tried to imagine being pressed up against that solid bulk, or even better, being pressed beneath it, if David pinned him to a mattress he would stay pinned, could he even fit his arms around David’s waist, was his ass hard with muscles or soft and squeezable or-
David coughed and grabbed Kurt’s wrists, peeling his hands, which had somehow crept around Dave’s waist, off of him. And now he was imagining Dave holding his wrists over his head while he was pinning him to a mattress, but probably not while scowling down at him the way he was doing now.
"Um sorry, there was... There was some lint. All better now."
Kurt ran out of the door, bells jangling even more annoyingly than he had predicted, before David could say anything. He could hear David stomping hard on his heels, no doubt about to demand an explanation that Kurt didn’t have for his behavior, so he skipped hastily to the center of the room where Tacky McClipboard had efficiently lined all the children up in front of the tree and Santa throne, the officious bitch.
“All right, children, are you excited to see Santa?”
The children shrieked with excitement. David paused in the restroom doorway he had been about to storm through and attempted to adjust his face into something warm and twinkly, rather than judgmental and slightly murderous.
“He’s had a long, cold flight from the North Pole, so let’s give him a warm welcome- yay, Santa!”
“Yay, Santa!” The children echoed.
“Ho, ho, ho,” David laughed dutifully as he high-fived the line of ecstatic children and made his way up to the throne. As he brushed past Kurt he locked eyes with him for a brief second, and Kurt could see the genuine hurt in his expression. Kurt bit his lip and resolved to be nothing but friendly and respectful for the rest of the afternoon.
Ten minutes later Tacky was batting his eyelashes over his clipboard and Kurt found himself bending over unnecessarily low when he dug the next present out of the sack before snapping back up to hand the present off to David. As the afternoon wore on he could feel David’s eyes burning a hole in his tights as he presented his ass to him again and again, with each present he retrieved. And maybe he leaned in and brushed up against him more than he needed to when he helped children settle into his lap, maybe his lips brushed David’s ear not-quite-accidentally when he whispered their names to him.
And maybe after the gift-giving, when Tacky posed for a “jokey” photo in Santa’s lap, it was Kurt who proposed that all of the adult volunteers should pose with Santa. When Kurt’s turn came David’s cheeks were a bright, burning red under his fake beard and he was refusing to make eye contact as Kurt sank delicately into his lap.
Kurt wiggled a little on the slippery velvet and a pair of strong hands settled on his hips and steadied him. Kurt’s own cheeks flared to life, David was indeed pinning him down and it felt so good. He leaned back against the broad, warm body behind him, ground his hips slowly deeper into David’s lap until he felt a hard length grinding back, thrusting against the cleft of his ass. David’s hands clenched harder at his hips, he could feel sharp puffs of air against the back of his neck. Suddenly Kurt remembered that they were in public and he jumped up, mortified. To his shock David jumped up after him and grabbed his hips again, before he could escape.
“Ouch, your bells are caught in my beard! Excuse us, we need to go get this untangled.”
David dug his fingers into Kurt’s hipbones and frog-marched him past the bemused onlookers into the bathroom. As soon as they were inside he pushed Kurt away from him and turned to lock the door.
“Hey,” Kurt protested, my bells weren’t stuck to you, why did…”
Kurt trailed off as David turned back to face him, ripping off his beard, hat and wig, eyes blazing. Kurt’s eyes dropped lower and his mouth formed a silent o as he took in the giant erection tenting David’s velvet pants. That certainly wouldn’t have gone unremarked upon by the other volunteers.
“Kurt, what the fuck? Are you trying to prove I’m a bad guy? I’m still a bad guy, okay? I’m trying, I’m trying so hard, but I’m about two seconds from snapping here, and throwing you up against this wall and-“
“And what?” Kurt took a step forward, eyes still fixed on David’s tented crotch.
David clenched his hands at his sides.
“And you made it perfectly clear last time that you didn’t like it, that you didn’t like me, so whatever game you’re playing, please fucking stop.”
“Last time? When you hate-kissed me?”
“I didn’t hate-kiss you, and you know it. I had it coming, and I guess I still do, but could you at least not pretend you don’t know what you’re doing when you stomp all over my heart this time?”
“David, I really didn’t know. I knew you thought you were in- in love with me last Valentine’s, but-“
“Bullshit. I get that you wish I didn’t love you, believe me I wish I didn’t too, but I do and I did then, and I know you knew.”
“I didn’t know, or at least I didn’t know that I knew. I’m sorry, I really am. But you obviously got over it, all you ever do is ignore me now, so-“
David’s hands were suddenly grabbing Kurt’s shoulders, hauling him close, and David was growling right in his face.
“I ignore you, you dumbass, because when you love someone, you’d give anything to make them happy, and the only way I can make you happy is by staying the fuck away from you!”
“Well I’m not happy with that, I’m not happy at all, so why don’t you give me something else!”
All rational thought gone, Kurt hissed right back at David as he reached deliberately down between their bodies, found that tantalizing velvet-covered pole and squeezed.
David Karofsky positively roared as he slammed his lips down onto Kurt’s and attacked his ass, ripping Kurt’s tights to angry shreds and squeezing at his bared cheeks as he hauled Kurt up his body and pressed their groins together.
Part Two:
Author: buttonmybutton
Pairing(s): Kurt/Dave
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2285
Warnings: Language, Ramp Up To Smut, Angst, Reference to Cancer, Somewhat Negative Reference to Burt and Blaine
Spoilers: Glee Actually
Summary: Kurt just needs to escape from his Christmas visitors for a while, luckily he has a solid excuse...
Disclaimers: I neither own nor make any profit from Glee. I am always
grateful for your opinion, but it is my firm policy not to answer
reviews.
Kurt straightened the seams on his tights and the peak of his cap one last time and took a deep breath. On one level it was nerve-wracking, dressing in this extremely tight and ridiculous elf costume in the grimy bathroom of a rundown community center, but on another level it was a relief to have a cast iron excuse to avoid the people and problems waiting in his apartment for a few hours.
Last week he'd been so upset to be missing Christmas with his dad and now he was desperate to escape his presence. Kurt loved his dad, he loved him so much, but when he thought about him getting sick again, going to the hospital again, maybe dying again, he just wanted to run, run far away.
And he knew it was petty, but why was Blaine here? How could his dad have brought him here, told him before Kurt, even, that he was sick? Kurt might have kinda, sorta forgiven Blaine and been kinda, sorta, maybe looking forward to seeing him when he was still planning on going home for Christmas. But Kurt hadn't gone home for Christmas. Yes, it had been mostly a financial decision, but if he had really been ready to see Blaine he would have found a way.
And just because Kurt was thinking about forgiving Blaine didn't mean his dad was allowed to. His dad knew what Blaine did to him, he should be threatening Blaine with a shotgun, not keeping secrets with him behind Kurt's back.
Kurt knew that his dad loved him and wanted him to be happy, but it stung a little, feeling like his dad didn't trust his judgment.
So yeah, hurray for a few hours to think, even if it was surrounded by Santa-mad underprivileged children, at least they were a timely reminder that other people had bigger problems than people loving him and wanting to see him for Christmas, even if he wasn't quite ready to deal with them.
He heard a throat clearing behind him and looked in the mirror to see David Karofsky emerging from the changing stall, adjusting his Santa costume. David was at NYU, going to the Silver School for social work. Kurt had stopped into a LGBT youth shelter after Sandy to donate some gently-used couture and had been very surprised to see David there, ordering a squad of volunteers around.
Kurt had felt a mixture of unsettled, guilty and proud, he wanted to ask David how he was doing and to apologize for not keeping in touch, like he had meant to, David was very polite, wouldn’t hear any apologies from Kurt, but he was simply too busy to sit down and talk. When pressed he invited Kurt to an HIV awareness picnic later that week.
Since then David had invited him to a fair amount of the LGBT events he was involved with, which had progressed to more of the general charity projects like today, but they never did have that talk. David was just busy, busy, busy and he never hung out with him socially, always seemed to be making it clear that he wasn't presuming, wasn't trying to trick Kurt into spending time with him.
At first Kurt had appreciated the respect, but it wasn't like he had that many friends to choose from in New York, and lately he had been irritated that David apparently couldn't stand to be in the same room with him if there wasn't a committee meeting going on. Kurt admired the way David threw himself so thoroughly into making the world a better place, but sometimes he worried that David thought that he had to spend the rest of his life doing penance; that he didn’t deserve to be appreciated just for himself. Other times he worried more selfishly that David just didn’t find Kurt and his frivolous aspirations all that interesting, now that he was on his way to becoming Brother Theresa.
Apparently Kurt was all about the petty feelings today because in the split second before David met his eyes in the mirror he caught the other boy staring at his ass, and it made him feel good that at least some part of him still had a hold on David's emotions.
"S'that your whole costume?"
"It better be, this thing cannot take any more tacky accessories, I feel like a jingle bell factory threw up on me."
"That's not really what I m- nevermind, it's fine. You ready?"
The wild, petty feeling in Kurt's stomach was only growing and apparently he was really freaking out about his dad, because ordinarily he would never tease a sad, confused boy who had been doing his very best to get over him, but in this moment Kurt didn't want David to be over him. He wanted him to look at him again, the way he used to, the way he just had at his ass.
Besides, David couldn’t be that sad and confused; he had been flirting and laughing with that boy with the tacky scarf and the clipboard who had checked them into the shelter earlier. They had been giggling right in front of Kurt, as if he wasn’t even there. As if Kurt Hummel was easy to forget.
"I'm ready, but your beard is all crooked, David," Kurt spun around and positively slinked over to the other boy, "let me fix it for you."
He reached up and lay a hand on David's round cheek, he could actually feel it heat up as David blushed furiously.
"Great makeup job," Kurt said wickedly, "your cheeks are perfectly rosy."
He hooked the beard elastic behind David's ear and his fingertips brushed over the soft little whorl of baby hair behind it. He brought his other hand up to do the other side and was reminded unavoidably of how David had held his face just this way that day in the locker room. Maybe David was reminded too because his eyes were firmly averted but they were looking suspiciously wet.
Kurt hastily dropped his hands to David's shoulders, goodness, still so big. Kurt could basically look David in the eye now, when he used to seem so much taller, but his shoulders were still so, so broad. Kurt had never exactly considered the appeal of a broad pair of shoulders before, but the hard muscles felt amazing, especially under the velvety slide of the Santa costume, it was satisfying like stroking a big cat. And inappropriate, so very inappropriate, yet Kurt couldn't resist sliding his hands over the top of David's pecs, which were also felt extremely interesting, and down his sides, which were admittedly squishier, but with that same hint of steel underneath.
In high school Kurt had been as unhealthily obsessed with his and everyone else’s weight as the next gay boy, but honestly, now that he had his hands on David’s flesh, he just wanted to squeeze, he tried to imagine being pressed up against that solid bulk, or even better, being pressed beneath it, if David pinned him to a mattress he would stay pinned, could he even fit his arms around David’s waist, was his ass hard with muscles or soft and squeezable or-
David coughed and grabbed Kurt’s wrists, peeling his hands, which had somehow crept around Dave’s waist, off of him. And now he was imagining Dave holding his wrists over his head while he was pinning him to a mattress, but probably not while scowling down at him the way he was doing now.
"Um sorry, there was... There was some lint. All better now."
Kurt ran out of the door, bells jangling even more annoyingly than he had predicted, before David could say anything. He could hear David stomping hard on his heels, no doubt about to demand an explanation that Kurt didn’t have for his behavior, so he skipped hastily to the center of the room where Tacky McClipboard had efficiently lined all the children up in front of the tree and Santa throne, the officious bitch.
“All right, children, are you excited to see Santa?”
The children shrieked with excitement. David paused in the restroom doorway he had been about to storm through and attempted to adjust his face into something warm and twinkly, rather than judgmental and slightly murderous.
“He’s had a long, cold flight from the North Pole, so let’s give him a warm welcome- yay, Santa!”
“Yay, Santa!” The children echoed.
“Ho, ho, ho,” David laughed dutifully as he high-fived the line of ecstatic children and made his way up to the throne. As he brushed past Kurt he locked eyes with him for a brief second, and Kurt could see the genuine hurt in his expression. Kurt bit his lip and resolved to be nothing but friendly and respectful for the rest of the afternoon.
Ten minutes later Tacky was batting his eyelashes over his clipboard and Kurt found himself bending over unnecessarily low when he dug the next present out of the sack before snapping back up to hand the present off to David. As the afternoon wore on he could feel David’s eyes burning a hole in his tights as he presented his ass to him again and again, with each present he retrieved. And maybe he leaned in and brushed up against him more than he needed to when he helped children settle into his lap, maybe his lips brushed David’s ear not-quite-accidentally when he whispered their names to him.
And maybe after the gift-giving, when Tacky posed for a “jokey” photo in Santa’s lap, it was Kurt who proposed that all of the adult volunteers should pose with Santa. When Kurt’s turn came David’s cheeks were a bright, burning red under his fake beard and he was refusing to make eye contact as Kurt sank delicately into his lap.
Kurt wiggled a little on the slippery velvet and a pair of strong hands settled on his hips and steadied him. Kurt’s own cheeks flared to life, David was indeed pinning him down and it felt so good. He leaned back against the broad, warm body behind him, ground his hips slowly deeper into David’s lap until he felt a hard length grinding back, thrusting against the cleft of his ass. David’s hands clenched harder at his hips, he could feel sharp puffs of air against the back of his neck. Suddenly Kurt remembered that they were in public and he jumped up, mortified. To his shock David jumped up after him and grabbed his hips again, before he could escape.
“Ouch, your bells are caught in my beard! Excuse us, we need to go get this untangled.”
David dug his fingers into Kurt’s hipbones and frog-marched him past the bemused onlookers into the bathroom. As soon as they were inside he pushed Kurt away from him and turned to lock the door.
“Hey,” Kurt protested, my bells weren’t stuck to you, why did…”
Kurt trailed off as David turned back to face him, ripping off his beard, hat and wig, eyes blazing. Kurt’s eyes dropped lower and his mouth formed a silent o as he took in the giant erection tenting David’s velvet pants. That certainly wouldn’t have gone unremarked upon by the other volunteers.
“Kurt, what the fuck? Are you trying to prove I’m a bad guy? I’m still a bad guy, okay? I’m trying, I’m trying so hard, but I’m about two seconds from snapping here, and throwing you up against this wall and-“
“And what?” Kurt took a step forward, eyes still fixed on David’s tented crotch.
David clenched his hands at his sides.
“And you made it perfectly clear last time that you didn’t like it, that you didn’t like me, so whatever game you’re playing, please fucking stop.”
“Last time? When you hate-kissed me?”
“I didn’t hate-kiss you, and you know it. I had it coming, and I guess I still do, but could you at least not pretend you don’t know what you’re doing when you stomp all over my heart this time?”
“David, I really didn’t know. I knew you thought you were in- in love with me last Valentine’s, but-“
“Bullshit. I get that you wish I didn’t love you, believe me I wish I didn’t too, but I do and I did then, and I know you knew.”
“I didn’t know, or at least I didn’t know that I knew. I’m sorry, I really am. But you obviously got over it, all you ever do is ignore me now, so-“
David’s hands were suddenly grabbing Kurt’s shoulders, hauling him close, and David was growling right in his face.
“I ignore you, you dumbass, because when you love someone, you’d give anything to make them happy, and the only way I can make you happy is by staying the fuck away from you!”
“Well I’m not happy with that, I’m not happy at all, so why don’t you give me something else!”
All rational thought gone, Kurt hissed right back at David as he reached deliberately down between their bodies, found that tantalizing velvet-covered pole and squeezed.
David Karofsky positively roared as he slammed his lips down onto Kurt’s and attacked his ass, ripping Kurt’s tights to angry shreds and squeezing at his bared cheeks as he hauled Kurt up his body and pressed their groins together.
Part Two: