{fic} Eager to Please/Lucky to Love 15/?
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Dave fisted his hand in the bed sheets as the intense feelings of ecstasy washed over him. Kurt’s body was beneath his, so close and fitting so perfectly. He closed his eyes and nuzzled into the back of Kurt’s hair, inhaling deeply, intoxicated by his amazing scent. His lips found the tender, baby-soft skin of his neck and he mouthed it gently, picking up his pace slightly as he continued thrusting into Kurt…easily, carefully, gently. He listened to the sounds Kurt was making…whimpers and moans, ‘ohs’ and ‘uhs’ and just as Dave felt himself closing in, Kurt turned his face, meeting Dave’s eyes as they laid so close to one another.
“Unnh…yes…do I…pleasure you, master?”
Dave woke with a start, feeling his release come a second and a half after his dream ended. His fist tangled in his sheets and his face buried his pillow, his cock rutting against the bunched-up sheets and blanket on his bed and now…now covering those sheets with his seed. He threw himself onto his back, disgusted with his mind…his dream…his own sick fantasy. How…how could he get off to Kurt saying that?
“Fuck!” he growled out, swinging his legs over and out of his bed and walking to his bathroom. It was almost four am and he felt like shit. He studied his face in the mirror. “You sick, sick bastard…” he mumbled before leaning down and splashing cold water on his face. He went back to his bed, ripping the sheets off and bunching them up, tip-toeing down the hall and towards the laundry room. He started the load quickly, pulling out a fresh set of sheets from the closet and then making his bed, collapsing onto it as the image from his dream still echoed in his mind.
Being with Kurt…feeling him so close against his body…in his dream it had felt amazing. Dave knew he’d give anything for that chance. He’d fallen for the boy, hard. And he was finally able to admit it to himself. But fuck…why would his mind go there? Why would his dream have Kurt say that? He wasn’t Kurt’s master. Not in any sense of the word that meant anything, not since he’d first brought him home. He wanted to believe they were more like equals, and getting closer to being true equals every day. Why…why would his mind fuck with him like that?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
They sat at breakfast quietly. Dave sipped his coffee, still feeling the effects of his missing sleep. “Oh, um…before I forget,” Dave began. “Zeke…um…jumped up on my bed last night and uh, slobbered all over my sheets.” He felt like an asshole lying and blaming the damn dog, but there was no way he was going to confess to Kurt what really happened. “I put them in the washer, uh, just so you know.”
“Ok,” Kurt replied brightly. “I didn’t know Zeke was allowed on your bed.”
Dave cleared his throat, “Oh, well…he’s not. I don’t know what he was doing…” Dave drank his coffee to keep his mouth occupied. He hated lying…fuck...did he hate lying to Kurt.
“Have a good day, Kurt.” Dave mumbled sullenly as he headed for the door.
Kurt followed, smiling still as brightly as he always did. Dave felt bad…guilty, actually. He turned back, catching a glimpse of Kurt’s innocent smile and bright, trusting eyes…it made his heart ache sometimes how beautiful the boy was. “I know I’m being totally selfish here and you have the ability to say no, Kurt…but…” he took a step closer as they stood by the door, “can I have a hug, please?”
Kurt smiled wider, thinking the request was amusing, “You know you don’t have to as--”
Dave’s arms wrapped around Kurt instantly…and tightly, holding him and breathing in his scent. He knew he was being selfish. He had a fucked up dream and he needed Kurt in his arms in order to forget about it. But god, did Kurt feel good. So good. “Alright, um, sorry…” Dave mumbled nervously as he pulled away and grabbed his briefcase. “Thanks, Kurt.”
“You’re welcome, Dave.” Kurt was curious about what brought that on but he wasn’t about to ask. He enjoyed Dave’s hugs more than anything.
“So, um…Santana should be able to come home with me tomorrow night. Maybe you can go to that store and buy some stuff for her room…things you think she might like.” Dave reached for his wallet, “Here’s some extra cash, I don’t want you to have to spend your own money on it.”
“Thank you, Dave. That’s a nice idea.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Kurt finished his chore for the day and walked down to Tina’s store. They had talked the last few times he was there, when he bought the lamp and another scarf. They had become friends and he really liked spending time in her store, browsing the old clothes and whatever else she had to sell. He explained to her that they were going to have someone move in with them and he needed to buy some things for her room to make her feel welcome.
Tina smiled, slight confusion in her eyes. “So…wait, Kurt. Are you and Dave like, together?”
Kurt didn’t understand the question. “We live together,” he answered.
“Yeah, I know that,” she replied. “I mean…are you two boyfriends, partners? Lovers?”
Kurt’s eyes went wide. “No. We don’t love each other. We just live together. I have my room and he has his and we’re having someone else come live with us too.”
“Ok…?” She tried to figure out what Kurt’s deal was. He seemed so childlike and naïve about some things. “So you two are roommates?”
“But I just said…we have separate rooms,” Kurt clarified.
“I know, Kurt. Listen. I get that. I’m just being nosy, I guess. I thought it was cute to have a gay couple in the neighborhood. I was telling my hubby Mike about you guys. I think you’re cute, Kurt.” She looked curiously for a moment. “Can I ask you something though? Was that really your first time using a debit card?”
Kurt took a deep breath, trying to figure out how to answer her. He didn’t want to tell her the real reason he never used one before. Dave had told him it was none of anybody’s business. But Kurt hated to lie and he left like he was lying. “I’m gonna tell you something, Tina. Because I like you. And I really hope that it doesn’t change our friendship.”
Her eyes shot open, eager to know what the real story was.
“I’m…I’m Dave’s, um…domestic aide. He bought me several months ago and I live with him and I clean his house. But I’m also going to be emancipated soon. Dave is helping me and I have a reconditioning coach and she comes by and we talk about what it will be like once I’m free. But right now, I’m…a slave, Tina.” He winced as he stopped talking, trying to gauge her reaction. “So, yes. That was the first time I used a debit card. Dave gives me an allowance and that’s the money I get to spend on things that I want.” He twisted his lips nervously, waiting for her reaction.
Her stunned expression finally morphed into a huge grin. “That is the sweetest thing I have ever heard in my life!”
Kurt was relieved to hear that. It could have gone worse.
“So, who’s coming to live with you?”
“Oh, her name is Santana. She’ll be Dave’s domestic aide too. After I’m free…I guess things will change and she’ll start doing all the chores and stuff. Although I really like to cook. I don’t know…” he stared off in the distance for a moment, trying to reign in his thoughts.
“Well, I think that’s just…super!” She wrapped her arms around him and gave him a big hug which he returned warmly. “So, let’s find something Santana will like, huh?”
“Yes, please.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Kurt and Santana sat on her bed late in the evening, her first night there, talking. “So, he still doesn’t use you for services?” she asked.
“No, not at all.”
“Well…” Santana had a thoughtful…almost devious smile curling her lips. “You did say he prefers females, right? So maybe now that I’m here…maybe he’ll let me pleasure him.”
Kurt felt something hot and burning suddenly hit him in the middle of his chest. He’d never felt anything like it before but what Santana had just said made the feeling intensely uncomfortable. “No, Santana, he says he doesn’t want to use any slave…ever for sexual services. Ever.”
She shook her head, “But that’s just…weird.”
“I thought it was weird too at first when he told me but now…now I think I understand. The way Dave explained it, freepersons only pleasure each other…or actually they call it sex…they only do that when they love each other.”
She huffed dismissively. “Yeah, well…I have no clue what that is. Love sounds goofy and I hear it makes freepersons do really stupid stuff,” she rolled her eyes, not getting the big deal.
“Well, it might be goofy but I think it will be amazing…once it happens to me…” he finished shyly. His smile widened when he saw the expected gaping look of shock on her face. He explained to her his secret, what he was able to hold onto all through his time spent at the facility and the chance that he might actually find someone to love someday. It was exciting to share it with Santana.
“Alright. So, no services. No pleasuring. You said he was such a great master...what’s so great about him?”
“Hugs,” he answered simply. “He gives…the most amazing hugs.”
“Are you kidding me, a hug?” she asked, disbelieving. “He puts his arms around your shoulder and that’s supposed to be better than pleasuring him?”
Kurt smiled, looking off into the distance. “It is.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
They checked into the hotel in Phoenix, riding up in the elevator and finding their room. It was spacious and nice and of course, had two queen-sized beds. Dave concentrated very hard on not letting his mind run off with thoughts of him and Kurt sleeping in the same room. The flight had his mind churning enough already. He’d had to hold Kurt’s hand during take-off, feeling the small trembles and squeezes from Kurt as he kept his eyes screwed shut. They reached altitude and he finally relaxed, looking back over at Dave with an appreciative smile. “See…?” Dave had said, bringing Kurt’s hand up to his lips and kissing it gently, “it wasn’t that bad. We’ve been through worse bumps than that.” The look Kurt had given him next made his head spin. He could look so much like a child one minute and then so hot, so sexy, so desirable the next. Dave wondered briefly if this trip was such a good idea.
But there they were. They unpacked quickly and then checked out the pool and the restaurant, deciding to take a walk around the streets outside the hotel and see where everything was. The found the fashion mall. Kurt was excited, even from the outside, it looked amazing.
“I put some extra spending money in your account, Kurt. I thought maybe…since we’re here…on vacation basically, you might want to spend more than what you’d normally have in your account. Feel free to go crazy tomorrow. I put an extra five hundred in there.”
Kurt’s smile widened. “Thank you. That’s very generous.” Kurt still had a hard concept with very large amounts of money but he and Sue had been working on it. She gave him homework for their sessions. It was almost like learning at the facility, but very, very different. He had to do research and tell her how much a house costs, how much a pure-breed puppy costs, how much a luxury car costs and what a cheap used car might cost, what a pack of gum costs. It was hard to imagine what having that much money was like…but she helped him see, Dave had that kind of money. He needed to understand it.
They walked down the street side by side, once or twice their hands brushed just slightly, causing Kurt to feel like his hand itched to be holding something. He couldn’t figure it out exactly…so he ignored the feeling. He just concentrated instead on how much he liked spending time with Dave.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Dave wanted to reach over and grab Kurt’s hand so badly. He wanted to wrap his arms around him and hold him, for no other reason than to just do it. God, he wanted to kiss him too. Those lips were all his mind was able to focus on sometimes. He realized it was becoming a constant struggle to keep his desire hidden from Kurt. But he knew he had to, for as long as it took, because he was pretty sure Sue would cut off his balls if he fucked this up. It was hard. God, was it was so hard sometimes.
Dave came back from his meetings in the early evening the next day to find Kurt dressed and ready to go. And god, did he look good. Dave thought he must have bought the tightest pair of jeans that existed in the whole city. And his top…well, Dave didn’t really know fashion but even he could tell it looked hot. His hair was done up perfectly and he had these boots on that just…fuck…they did something to Dave’s cock and he wasn’t sure if he could stand it.
“You look…” Dave swallowed, trying to get the lump out of his throat, “…um, good. Really…good.”
“Thank you, Dave. I bought you something.”
“Me? You didn’t have to buy--”
Kurt reached into the closet and held up a shirt. It was a nice shirt. Black with a purple paisley pattern on the underside of the collar and the back of the French cuffs. It was crisp and stylish and Dave liked it immediately. “Wow,” Dave whispered.
“Put it on,” Kurt beamed, holding it up for him.
Dave took off his boring blue dress shirt, keeping on his white t-shirt underneath then slipped his new shirt on. “It fits perfectly. You got the right size, Kurt.”
“Of course I got the right size, Dave. I do your laundry.”
Dave snorted, amused by Kurt’s tone while he examined himself in the mirror.
“Are you done preening now? I’m hungry.”
Dave spun around, meeting Kurt’s playful smile. “Yes, sir. Oh my god…let’s get you something to eat before you waste away.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Kurt dressed for bed in the bathroom. He’d been grabbed by a very helpful lady at the beauty counter and had purchased some creams and moisturizer for his face. She’d told him how flawless his skin was and that if he wanted it to stay that way…he had to start taking care of it. He dabbed the cream around his eyes and rubbed it in lightly, enjoying the self-pampering with a small smile.
He came out of the bathroom to find Dave already in his bed, propped up with a bunch of pillows and scrolling through the TV channels. Kurt walked across the room, slipping into his bed and saying goodnight.
Dave looked over at him and could feel it starting again. That longing…that lust. Kurt looked like such an angel with his eyes closed. Dave turned off the TV and wiggled down into his bed, rolling over to his side and facing Kurt. He kept his eyes open, barely being able to see in the darkness the outline of Kurt’s face. But he didn’t have to see it…he knew it. As beautiful as it was, he could never get Kurt’s face out of his mind.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
They came back home to find Santana very happy to see them. “You didn’t say how excited Zeke gets for his walk. The dog nearly drug me down the street trying to get to that empty lot.”
“Yes,” Kurt chuckled, “he likes his walks.”
Dave came out of his bedroom, having just checked his email. “Alright, guys…we have another dinner party next week, this is going to be a big one. Figgins is really wanting to land these three hospitals and I need everything to be perfect. We can do that, right?”
“Of course, Dave,” Kurt answered.
“Yes, sir. Not a problem at all,” Santana answered as well.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sue called Dave at work later that week. “How’s it going, Calliope?”
“Ok, now I think you’re doing it just to see if you can get a rise outta me.”
“Took you long enough. How’s dollface? You keepin your hands off him?”
“Yes, Coach. I’ve been a perfect gentleman.” Dave wasn’t about to go into detail about his wet dreams or his constant thoughts about kissing Kurt. Not even. “We went out of town and had a really nice time. You were right, though. I…think I, uh…I mean, I didn’t set out to but I really do…you know, um...”
“Yeah, I get it. Shut up.” She rustled some papers up near her phone to sound distracted. “Just remember, this is a slow process for Kurt. Freepersons can fall so easily and so quickly, case in point - you. But Kurt will take time. He has to come around to understanding the concept that it’s ok to do that on his own. To pick who he wants to love.”
Dave nodded. Yeah, he knew it might be a while.
“You do realize, don’t you…that Kurt is under no obligation to fall in love with you, once he reaches the point in time he feels comfortable with the idea. He could still develop feelings for someone else. It’s his gameshow.”
Dave snorted to himself. What was this woman going on about? Of course Kurt would fall for him. Wouldn’t he? “Wha-what do you mean?”
“I mean, just because you’re his master, just because you had the bright idea to give him his freedom, just because you’ve fallen head over your stinky sneakers for the poor kid…doesn’t guarantee you a damn thing. The decision is his. You have to prepare yourself for the possibility that he could either…never fall in love, never feel comfortable enough to try it. Or he finds someone else, someone who he doesn’t have this past slave/slavemaster history with.”
Dave sat unblinking in his chair. Kurt might not--? There was a chance--? But what about--?
“I can tell you’ve got some crying to do. My work here is done.”
Dave still held his phone up to his ear long after Sue’d hung up. What was she saying? Did she really think that? Was she seriously trying to tell him there was a chance he and Kurt wouldn’t…? After Dave was trying so hard to be patient and not let his feelings show? That they might not actually be together?
The thought sat there, festering in his mind. He couldn’t ignore it, he couldn’t fuckin go back to work, never mind the presentation he had in an hour. Someone else? Who? There is no one else. No one else can make Kurt happy, no one else knows him like Dave does and Kurt’s not even around that many people.
Fuck! After Kurt gets his freedom and he starts taking art classes…of course there will be other guys there. Even now, every time Kurt walks outside the building, he runs the risk of bumping into some guy on the street. They’ll talk about Zeke, Kurt will smile that adorable little shy smile of his and the fucker will be hooked.
Where was Kurt right now? What if that very thing was happening…now? Fuck!
Dave looked at the phone in his hand. To hell with Sue’s opinion. She was wrong. She might be wrong about other things too. So what if he tells Kurt he loves him. What’s the worst that could happen? Kurt falls for him. They live happily ever after. Dave doesn’t need to know for an absolute certainty that Kurt fell on his own. Right?
Fuck…what is wrong with you? You sick, twisted asshole. No…Sue was doing you a favor by putting this out there. As hard as it is to swallow, you have no fucking hold on Kurt. No claim, no first-in-line preferred seating. You do not automatically get the boy.
He opened his phone and stared at the screen. He typed out a quick message, realizing the few times he and Kurt had actually texted were for needed groceries or stupid things like that. No, Dave had to step it up. As under-the-radar as he could so as not to piss off Coach.
You realize you have a birthday coming up, don’t you? Start making your list!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Kurt heard his phone chirp and left Santana in the kitchen to go check it. He came back out looking bewildered.
“What is it, what’s wrong?” she asked.
“What’s a birthday?”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The dinner party was going smoothly. It was the biggest one yet. Dave had to extend his dining room table to accommodate twenty people. But Kurt had everything planned and organized and it went off without a hitch.
Until they all made their way to the roof. Kurt was refilling wine glasses, turning and meeting Dave’s eyes from time to time. Dave always seemed to be looking at Kurt when Kurt turned around and looked at him…and vice versa.
Dave took another drink from his glass as he tried to reel himself back into the conversation with a hospital rep. “So what do you think? I mean, if you don’t mind…I’ll be quick.”
Dave swung his head around, locking eyes with the guy. Did he just…? “I’m sorry, what?”
“Your girl. The dark-haired one. She’s…um, rather easy on the eyes. I was just wondering if you wouldn’t mind if I stole her away for a moment.”
This can’t be happening. “As a matter of fact…”
Figgins came up at that moment, butting into the conversation and smiling widely. “Another wonderful party, David. The wine is excellent.” He turned towards the guest who was left hanging on his request. “And how are you enjoying yourself, mister…um, Carl, was it?”
“Yes, Carl. I agree, lovely party. Everything is very nice,” he hesitated. “There’s only one thing perhaps, that would make this night better.” He lifted his eyebrows expectantly at Dave.
Dave couldn’t believe it. Now with Figgins standing there, he couldn’t tell this fucker off like he wanted to. He had to suck it up, be polite and kiss ass, while somehow turning down the man’s request to have Santana blow him.
“Unfortunately, Carl…” Dave began, as pleasantly as he could, “we seem to be out of what it was that you asked for. The light hors d’oeuvres and desserts you see being offered to the other guests are all we have as far as treats for tonight.”
The man narrowed his eyes, not sure why Dave had said no, exactly…but getting the point. No means no. “Well, thank you any way. I do appreciate the rest of your gracious hospitality this evening.” He turned and walked away, thankfully leaving a very confused Figgins behind next to Dave.
“I need a stronger drink. Excuse me.” Dave headed downstairs, in search of his bourbon.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Kurt found him at the end of the night, after the last guest had left. “Are you ok?” Kurt asked as he sat on the couch next to Dave.
“Yeah. I guess. All-in-all, it wasn’t that bad. Definitely coulda gone worse. At least the fucker asked.”
Kurt looked at Dave closely. He was acting strange and slurring his words just the slightest bit. “What do you mean? Who? What happened, Dave?”
“I guess Azimio was right. I’m the weirdo. I’m the creep for refusing the simple services of my slaves for all my fucking dinner guests. What’s wrong with me, right? There’s gotta be something wrong with me.”
Kurt understood. “Did someone want me to…?”
Dave snapped his eyes up, “No, San. They asked for Santana. But hey…at least he asked first and I could tell him no. Not like that other fucker,” Dave shook his head feeling the effects of the bourbon he shouldn’t have had. “Man, I can’t believe I almost went on a date with that douchebag.”
“A date? What’s a…? You mean…the date? Like the 17th?” Kurt didn’t understand.
“No, a date. A date, Kurt. It’s different than the date…” Dave wiped at his eyes, trying to concentrate. “A date is when two people who like each other go out…like to a restaurant or the movies or…huh, a game maybe. Whatever. They go out and see if they like each other well enough to do it again. And if they do…then they become a thing.” He knew he wasn’t explaining it well enough. Due to his aching head and the general pissed-off feeling that he was still nursing.
“You were going to go on a date with Mr. Anderson?” Kurt didn’t know why that struck him so peculiarly. Wait, he did. It was because he finally had proof that Dave…preferred males. He preferred dates with males. Dave never spoke about the past…his past…about being together in a relationship with any woman or man…so Kurt had always just wondered. But now. This was definite proof. Ha, he felt so much better about what Santana had suggested her first night there. He’d have to let her know, he thought smugly.
“Yeah, almost. He asked me out and I said yeah. Then he came here and…did what he did. Needless to say, I never heard from the asshole. And we lost the contract.”
Kurt tried to hide his small smile. A date? Asking someone out? That must be where love starts. He had been wondering where exactly it came from. He figured out something new tonight, he needed to go on a date to know if he really loved someone.
“Anyway, not a bad night. Figgins was happy since we got three of the hospitals to commit. So. Good night.” He stood warily. Kurt stood next to him. “I’m gonna go to bed. You three have fun cleaning up, staying up, whatever. I feel like shit.”
Brittany and Santana said goodnight from the kitchen as they were busy cleaning. Kurt decided to walk Dave to his room. He noticed he was a little unsteady on his feet.
“Are you sure you’re ok, Dave?”
“Yes, Kurt, I’m fine. I’ll probably have a motherfucker of a headache in the morning but I’m good. Night.” He walked into his room and started to undress absentmindedly. Kurt quickly pulled the door shut.
He went back to the kitchen and helped the girls clean, worrying about Dave and his strange mood. But still, rather pleased with himself for learning something new.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The next day, Kurt walked Santana and Brittany down to Tina’s shop. She was thrilled to meet them, helping them both pick something out that Kurt bought with his money.
“I have to ask you something, Tina.” Kurt said after they’d been rung up. “Dave said I have a birthday coming up. And that I should make a list. What does that mean?”
Tina smiled widely, “Oh, Kurt that’s great. Happy birthday. That’s the day you were born. People celebrate with a party every year to remind themselves how good life is, how lucky they’ve been, sometimes just that they’ve lived another year. You don’t need a reason, it’s just your birthday. Everyone has one.”
“Slaves don’t,” Santana chimed in. “I’ve never heard of that.”
“My master has had birthday parties for Master Trey and Miss Keysha,” Brittany added. “I have to bake a cake and clean the house really good. Except last time, they went out to a pizza place and I stayed home. I thought birthday parties were only for children.”
“No,” Tina answered. “Grownups get to party too. It’s usually better because there’s grownup things you can do that kid’s birthday parties definitely lack.” Tina chuckled but the joke was lost of the three others. “How old are you going to be, Kurt?”
Kurt thought, “I’m seventeen now, and I know when the leaves start to turn brown, I’ve gained another year. That’s how my mother told me to remember.”
“Alright. You’re gonna be eighteen. That’s huge. And Dave wants to throw you a party. He asked you to make a list of things that you want. People buy you stuff, Kurt. That’s the best part of having a birthday. You get presents and shit. It’s all for you.”
Kurt thought about that for a moment. There was no way he could make a list of things he wanted. He had everything he wanted already. Well, almost everything. But finding someone to love probably wasn’t something you could get as a gift. He twitched his lips nervously. “I’ll have to think about the list,” he answered softly.
Dave fisted his hand in the bed sheets as the intense feelings of ecstasy washed over him. Kurt’s body was beneath his, so close and fitting so perfectly. He closed his eyes and nuzzled into the back of Kurt’s hair, inhaling deeply, intoxicated by his amazing scent. His lips found the tender, baby-soft skin of his neck and he mouthed it gently, picking up his pace slightly as he continued thrusting into Kurt…easily, carefully, gently. He listened to the sounds Kurt was making…whimpers and moans, ‘ohs’ and ‘uhs’ and just as Dave felt himself closing in, Kurt turned his face, meeting Dave’s eyes as they laid so close to one another.
“Unnh…yes…do I…pleasure you, master?”
Dave woke with a start, feeling his release come a second and a half after his dream ended. His fist tangled in his sheets and his face buried his pillow, his cock rutting against the bunched-up sheets and blanket on his bed and now…now covering those sheets with his seed. He threw himself onto his back, disgusted with his mind…his dream…his own sick fantasy. How…how could he get off to Kurt saying that?
“Fuck!” he growled out, swinging his legs over and out of his bed and walking to his bathroom. It was almost four am and he felt like shit. He studied his face in the mirror. “You sick, sick bastard…” he mumbled before leaning down and splashing cold water on his face. He went back to his bed, ripping the sheets off and bunching them up, tip-toeing down the hall and towards the laundry room. He started the load quickly, pulling out a fresh set of sheets from the closet and then making his bed, collapsing onto it as the image from his dream still echoed in his mind.
Being with Kurt…feeling him so close against his body…in his dream it had felt amazing. Dave knew he’d give anything for that chance. He’d fallen for the boy, hard. And he was finally able to admit it to himself. But fuck…why would his mind go there? Why would his dream have Kurt say that? He wasn’t Kurt’s master. Not in any sense of the word that meant anything, not since he’d first brought him home. He wanted to believe they were more like equals, and getting closer to being true equals every day. Why…why would his mind fuck with him like that?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
They sat at breakfast quietly. Dave sipped his coffee, still feeling the effects of his missing sleep. “Oh, um…before I forget,” Dave began. “Zeke…um…jumped up on my bed last night and uh, slobbered all over my sheets.” He felt like an asshole lying and blaming the damn dog, but there was no way he was going to confess to Kurt what really happened. “I put them in the washer, uh, just so you know.”
“Ok,” Kurt replied brightly. “I didn’t know Zeke was allowed on your bed.”
Dave cleared his throat, “Oh, well…he’s not. I don’t know what he was doing…” Dave drank his coffee to keep his mouth occupied. He hated lying…fuck...did he hate lying to Kurt.
“Have a good day, Kurt.” Dave mumbled sullenly as he headed for the door.
Kurt followed, smiling still as brightly as he always did. Dave felt bad…guilty, actually. He turned back, catching a glimpse of Kurt’s innocent smile and bright, trusting eyes…it made his heart ache sometimes how beautiful the boy was. “I know I’m being totally selfish here and you have the ability to say no, Kurt…but…” he took a step closer as they stood by the door, “can I have a hug, please?”
Kurt smiled wider, thinking the request was amusing, “You know you don’t have to as--”
Dave’s arms wrapped around Kurt instantly…and tightly, holding him and breathing in his scent. He knew he was being selfish. He had a fucked up dream and he needed Kurt in his arms in order to forget about it. But god, did Kurt feel good. So good. “Alright, um, sorry…” Dave mumbled nervously as he pulled away and grabbed his briefcase. “Thanks, Kurt.”
“You’re welcome, Dave.” Kurt was curious about what brought that on but he wasn’t about to ask. He enjoyed Dave’s hugs more than anything.
“So, um…Santana should be able to come home with me tomorrow night. Maybe you can go to that store and buy some stuff for her room…things you think she might like.” Dave reached for his wallet, “Here’s some extra cash, I don’t want you to have to spend your own money on it.”
“Thank you, Dave. That’s a nice idea.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Kurt finished his chore for the day and walked down to Tina’s store. They had talked the last few times he was there, when he bought the lamp and another scarf. They had become friends and he really liked spending time in her store, browsing the old clothes and whatever else she had to sell. He explained to her that they were going to have someone move in with them and he needed to buy some things for her room to make her feel welcome.
Tina smiled, slight confusion in her eyes. “So…wait, Kurt. Are you and Dave like, together?”
Kurt didn’t understand the question. “We live together,” he answered.
“Yeah, I know that,” she replied. “I mean…are you two boyfriends, partners? Lovers?”
Kurt’s eyes went wide. “No. We don’t love each other. We just live together. I have my room and he has his and we’re having someone else come live with us too.”
“Ok…?” She tried to figure out what Kurt’s deal was. He seemed so childlike and naïve about some things. “So you two are roommates?”
“But I just said…we have separate rooms,” Kurt clarified.
“I know, Kurt. Listen. I get that. I’m just being nosy, I guess. I thought it was cute to have a gay couple in the neighborhood. I was telling my hubby Mike about you guys. I think you’re cute, Kurt.” She looked curiously for a moment. “Can I ask you something though? Was that really your first time using a debit card?”
Kurt took a deep breath, trying to figure out how to answer her. He didn’t want to tell her the real reason he never used one before. Dave had told him it was none of anybody’s business. But Kurt hated to lie and he left like he was lying. “I’m gonna tell you something, Tina. Because I like you. And I really hope that it doesn’t change our friendship.”
Her eyes shot open, eager to know what the real story was.
“I’m…I’m Dave’s, um…domestic aide. He bought me several months ago and I live with him and I clean his house. But I’m also going to be emancipated soon. Dave is helping me and I have a reconditioning coach and she comes by and we talk about what it will be like once I’m free. But right now, I’m…a slave, Tina.” He winced as he stopped talking, trying to gauge her reaction. “So, yes. That was the first time I used a debit card. Dave gives me an allowance and that’s the money I get to spend on things that I want.” He twisted his lips nervously, waiting for her reaction.
Her stunned expression finally morphed into a huge grin. “That is the sweetest thing I have ever heard in my life!”
Kurt was relieved to hear that. It could have gone worse.
“So, who’s coming to live with you?”
“Oh, her name is Santana. She’ll be Dave’s domestic aide too. After I’m free…I guess things will change and she’ll start doing all the chores and stuff. Although I really like to cook. I don’t know…” he stared off in the distance for a moment, trying to reign in his thoughts.
“Well, I think that’s just…super!” She wrapped her arms around him and gave him a big hug which he returned warmly. “So, let’s find something Santana will like, huh?”
“Yes, please.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Kurt and Santana sat on her bed late in the evening, her first night there, talking. “So, he still doesn’t use you for services?” she asked.
“No, not at all.”
“Well…” Santana had a thoughtful…almost devious smile curling her lips. “You did say he prefers females, right? So maybe now that I’m here…maybe he’ll let me pleasure him.”
Kurt felt something hot and burning suddenly hit him in the middle of his chest. He’d never felt anything like it before but what Santana had just said made the feeling intensely uncomfortable. “No, Santana, he says he doesn’t want to use any slave…ever for sexual services. Ever.”
She shook her head, “But that’s just…weird.”
“I thought it was weird too at first when he told me but now…now I think I understand. The way Dave explained it, freepersons only pleasure each other…or actually they call it sex…they only do that when they love each other.”
She huffed dismissively. “Yeah, well…I have no clue what that is. Love sounds goofy and I hear it makes freepersons do really stupid stuff,” she rolled her eyes, not getting the big deal.
“Well, it might be goofy but I think it will be amazing…once it happens to me…” he finished shyly. His smile widened when he saw the expected gaping look of shock on her face. He explained to her his secret, what he was able to hold onto all through his time spent at the facility and the chance that he might actually find someone to love someday. It was exciting to share it with Santana.
“Alright. So, no services. No pleasuring. You said he was such a great master...what’s so great about him?”
“Hugs,” he answered simply. “He gives…the most amazing hugs.”
“Are you kidding me, a hug?” she asked, disbelieving. “He puts his arms around your shoulder and that’s supposed to be better than pleasuring him?”
Kurt smiled, looking off into the distance. “It is.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
They checked into the hotel in Phoenix, riding up in the elevator and finding their room. It was spacious and nice and of course, had two queen-sized beds. Dave concentrated very hard on not letting his mind run off with thoughts of him and Kurt sleeping in the same room. The flight had his mind churning enough already. He’d had to hold Kurt’s hand during take-off, feeling the small trembles and squeezes from Kurt as he kept his eyes screwed shut. They reached altitude and he finally relaxed, looking back over at Dave with an appreciative smile. “See…?” Dave had said, bringing Kurt’s hand up to his lips and kissing it gently, “it wasn’t that bad. We’ve been through worse bumps than that.” The look Kurt had given him next made his head spin. He could look so much like a child one minute and then so hot, so sexy, so desirable the next. Dave wondered briefly if this trip was such a good idea.
But there they were. They unpacked quickly and then checked out the pool and the restaurant, deciding to take a walk around the streets outside the hotel and see where everything was. The found the fashion mall. Kurt was excited, even from the outside, it looked amazing.
“I put some extra spending money in your account, Kurt. I thought maybe…since we’re here…on vacation basically, you might want to spend more than what you’d normally have in your account. Feel free to go crazy tomorrow. I put an extra five hundred in there.”
Kurt’s smile widened. “Thank you. That’s very generous.” Kurt still had a hard concept with very large amounts of money but he and Sue had been working on it. She gave him homework for their sessions. It was almost like learning at the facility, but very, very different. He had to do research and tell her how much a house costs, how much a pure-breed puppy costs, how much a luxury car costs and what a cheap used car might cost, what a pack of gum costs. It was hard to imagine what having that much money was like…but she helped him see, Dave had that kind of money. He needed to understand it.
They walked down the street side by side, once or twice their hands brushed just slightly, causing Kurt to feel like his hand itched to be holding something. He couldn’t figure it out exactly…so he ignored the feeling. He just concentrated instead on how much he liked spending time with Dave.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Dave wanted to reach over and grab Kurt’s hand so badly. He wanted to wrap his arms around him and hold him, for no other reason than to just do it. God, he wanted to kiss him too. Those lips were all his mind was able to focus on sometimes. He realized it was becoming a constant struggle to keep his desire hidden from Kurt. But he knew he had to, for as long as it took, because he was pretty sure Sue would cut off his balls if he fucked this up. It was hard. God, was it was so hard sometimes.
Dave came back from his meetings in the early evening the next day to find Kurt dressed and ready to go. And god, did he look good. Dave thought he must have bought the tightest pair of jeans that existed in the whole city. And his top…well, Dave didn’t really know fashion but even he could tell it looked hot. His hair was done up perfectly and he had these boots on that just…fuck…they did something to Dave’s cock and he wasn’t sure if he could stand it.
“You look…” Dave swallowed, trying to get the lump out of his throat, “…um, good. Really…good.”
“Thank you, Dave. I bought you something.”
“Me? You didn’t have to buy--”
Kurt reached into the closet and held up a shirt. It was a nice shirt. Black with a purple paisley pattern on the underside of the collar and the back of the French cuffs. It was crisp and stylish and Dave liked it immediately. “Wow,” Dave whispered.
“Put it on,” Kurt beamed, holding it up for him.
Dave took off his boring blue dress shirt, keeping on his white t-shirt underneath then slipped his new shirt on. “It fits perfectly. You got the right size, Kurt.”
“Of course I got the right size, Dave. I do your laundry.”
Dave snorted, amused by Kurt’s tone while he examined himself in the mirror.
“Are you done preening now? I’m hungry.”
Dave spun around, meeting Kurt’s playful smile. “Yes, sir. Oh my god…let’s get you something to eat before you waste away.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Kurt dressed for bed in the bathroom. He’d been grabbed by a very helpful lady at the beauty counter and had purchased some creams and moisturizer for his face. She’d told him how flawless his skin was and that if he wanted it to stay that way…he had to start taking care of it. He dabbed the cream around his eyes and rubbed it in lightly, enjoying the self-pampering with a small smile.
He came out of the bathroom to find Dave already in his bed, propped up with a bunch of pillows and scrolling through the TV channels. Kurt walked across the room, slipping into his bed and saying goodnight.
Dave looked over at him and could feel it starting again. That longing…that lust. Kurt looked like such an angel with his eyes closed. Dave turned off the TV and wiggled down into his bed, rolling over to his side and facing Kurt. He kept his eyes open, barely being able to see in the darkness the outline of Kurt’s face. But he didn’t have to see it…he knew it. As beautiful as it was, he could never get Kurt’s face out of his mind.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
They came back home to find Santana very happy to see them. “You didn’t say how excited Zeke gets for his walk. The dog nearly drug me down the street trying to get to that empty lot.”
“Yes,” Kurt chuckled, “he likes his walks.”
Dave came out of his bedroom, having just checked his email. “Alright, guys…we have another dinner party next week, this is going to be a big one. Figgins is really wanting to land these three hospitals and I need everything to be perfect. We can do that, right?”
“Of course, Dave,” Kurt answered.
“Yes, sir. Not a problem at all,” Santana answered as well.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sue called Dave at work later that week. “How’s it going, Calliope?”
“Ok, now I think you’re doing it just to see if you can get a rise outta me.”
“Took you long enough. How’s dollface? You keepin your hands off him?”
“Yes, Coach. I’ve been a perfect gentleman.” Dave wasn’t about to go into detail about his wet dreams or his constant thoughts about kissing Kurt. Not even. “We went out of town and had a really nice time. You were right, though. I…think I, uh…I mean, I didn’t set out to but I really do…you know, um...”
“Yeah, I get it. Shut up.” She rustled some papers up near her phone to sound distracted. “Just remember, this is a slow process for Kurt. Freepersons can fall so easily and so quickly, case in point - you. But Kurt will take time. He has to come around to understanding the concept that it’s ok to do that on his own. To pick who he wants to love.”
Dave nodded. Yeah, he knew it might be a while.
“You do realize, don’t you…that Kurt is under no obligation to fall in love with you, once he reaches the point in time he feels comfortable with the idea. He could still develop feelings for someone else. It’s his gameshow.”
Dave snorted to himself. What was this woman going on about? Of course Kurt would fall for him. Wouldn’t he? “Wha-what do you mean?”
“I mean, just because you’re his master, just because you had the bright idea to give him his freedom, just because you’ve fallen head over your stinky sneakers for the poor kid…doesn’t guarantee you a damn thing. The decision is his. You have to prepare yourself for the possibility that he could either…never fall in love, never feel comfortable enough to try it. Or he finds someone else, someone who he doesn’t have this past slave/slavemaster history with.”
Dave sat unblinking in his chair. Kurt might not--? There was a chance--? But what about--?
“I can tell you’ve got some crying to do. My work here is done.”
Dave still held his phone up to his ear long after Sue’d hung up. What was she saying? Did she really think that? Was she seriously trying to tell him there was a chance he and Kurt wouldn’t…? After Dave was trying so hard to be patient and not let his feelings show? That they might not actually be together?
The thought sat there, festering in his mind. He couldn’t ignore it, he couldn’t fuckin go back to work, never mind the presentation he had in an hour. Someone else? Who? There is no one else. No one else can make Kurt happy, no one else knows him like Dave does and Kurt’s not even around that many people.
Fuck! After Kurt gets his freedom and he starts taking art classes…of course there will be other guys there. Even now, every time Kurt walks outside the building, he runs the risk of bumping into some guy on the street. They’ll talk about Zeke, Kurt will smile that adorable little shy smile of his and the fucker will be hooked.
Where was Kurt right now? What if that very thing was happening…now? Fuck!
Dave looked at the phone in his hand. To hell with Sue’s opinion. She was wrong. She might be wrong about other things too. So what if he tells Kurt he loves him. What’s the worst that could happen? Kurt falls for him. They live happily ever after. Dave doesn’t need to know for an absolute certainty that Kurt fell on his own. Right?
Fuck…what is wrong with you? You sick, twisted asshole. No…Sue was doing you a favor by putting this out there. As hard as it is to swallow, you have no fucking hold on Kurt. No claim, no first-in-line preferred seating. You do not automatically get the boy.
He opened his phone and stared at the screen. He typed out a quick message, realizing the few times he and Kurt had actually texted were for needed groceries or stupid things like that. No, Dave had to step it up. As under-the-radar as he could so as not to piss off Coach.
You realize you have a birthday coming up, don’t you? Start making your list!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Kurt heard his phone chirp and left Santana in the kitchen to go check it. He came back out looking bewildered.
“What is it, what’s wrong?” she asked.
“What’s a birthday?”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The dinner party was going smoothly. It was the biggest one yet. Dave had to extend his dining room table to accommodate twenty people. But Kurt had everything planned and organized and it went off without a hitch.
Until they all made their way to the roof. Kurt was refilling wine glasses, turning and meeting Dave’s eyes from time to time. Dave always seemed to be looking at Kurt when Kurt turned around and looked at him…and vice versa.
Dave took another drink from his glass as he tried to reel himself back into the conversation with a hospital rep. “So what do you think? I mean, if you don’t mind…I’ll be quick.”
Dave swung his head around, locking eyes with the guy. Did he just…? “I’m sorry, what?”
“Your girl. The dark-haired one. She’s…um, rather easy on the eyes. I was just wondering if you wouldn’t mind if I stole her away for a moment.”
This can’t be happening. “As a matter of fact…”
Figgins came up at that moment, butting into the conversation and smiling widely. “Another wonderful party, David. The wine is excellent.” He turned towards the guest who was left hanging on his request. “And how are you enjoying yourself, mister…um, Carl, was it?”
“Yes, Carl. I agree, lovely party. Everything is very nice,” he hesitated. “There’s only one thing perhaps, that would make this night better.” He lifted his eyebrows expectantly at Dave.
Dave couldn’t believe it. Now with Figgins standing there, he couldn’t tell this fucker off like he wanted to. He had to suck it up, be polite and kiss ass, while somehow turning down the man’s request to have Santana blow him.
“Unfortunately, Carl…” Dave began, as pleasantly as he could, “we seem to be out of what it was that you asked for. The light hors d’oeuvres and desserts you see being offered to the other guests are all we have as far as treats for tonight.”
The man narrowed his eyes, not sure why Dave had said no, exactly…but getting the point. No means no. “Well, thank you any way. I do appreciate the rest of your gracious hospitality this evening.” He turned and walked away, thankfully leaving a very confused Figgins behind next to Dave.
“I need a stronger drink. Excuse me.” Dave headed downstairs, in search of his bourbon.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Kurt found him at the end of the night, after the last guest had left. “Are you ok?” Kurt asked as he sat on the couch next to Dave.
“Yeah. I guess. All-in-all, it wasn’t that bad. Definitely coulda gone worse. At least the fucker asked.”
Kurt looked at Dave closely. He was acting strange and slurring his words just the slightest bit. “What do you mean? Who? What happened, Dave?”
“I guess Azimio was right. I’m the weirdo. I’m the creep for refusing the simple services of my slaves for all my fucking dinner guests. What’s wrong with me, right? There’s gotta be something wrong with me.”
Kurt understood. “Did someone want me to…?”
Dave snapped his eyes up, “No, San. They asked for Santana. But hey…at least he asked first and I could tell him no. Not like that other fucker,” Dave shook his head feeling the effects of the bourbon he shouldn’t have had. “Man, I can’t believe I almost went on a date with that douchebag.”
“A date? What’s a…? You mean…the date? Like the 17th?” Kurt didn’t understand.
“No, a date. A date, Kurt. It’s different than the date…” Dave wiped at his eyes, trying to concentrate. “A date is when two people who like each other go out…like to a restaurant or the movies or…huh, a game maybe. Whatever. They go out and see if they like each other well enough to do it again. And if they do…then they become a thing.” He knew he wasn’t explaining it well enough. Due to his aching head and the general pissed-off feeling that he was still nursing.
“You were going to go on a date with Mr. Anderson?” Kurt didn’t know why that struck him so peculiarly. Wait, he did. It was because he finally had proof that Dave…preferred males. He preferred dates with males. Dave never spoke about the past…his past…about being together in a relationship with any woman or man…so Kurt had always just wondered. But now. This was definite proof. Ha, he felt so much better about what Santana had suggested her first night there. He’d have to let her know, he thought smugly.
“Yeah, almost. He asked me out and I said yeah. Then he came here and…did what he did. Needless to say, I never heard from the asshole. And we lost the contract.”
Kurt tried to hide his small smile. A date? Asking someone out? That must be where love starts. He had been wondering where exactly it came from. He figured out something new tonight, he needed to go on a date to know if he really loved someone.
“Anyway, not a bad night. Figgins was happy since we got three of the hospitals to commit. So. Good night.” He stood warily. Kurt stood next to him. “I’m gonna go to bed. You three have fun cleaning up, staying up, whatever. I feel like shit.”
Brittany and Santana said goodnight from the kitchen as they were busy cleaning. Kurt decided to walk Dave to his room. He noticed he was a little unsteady on his feet.
“Are you sure you’re ok, Dave?”
“Yes, Kurt, I’m fine. I’ll probably have a motherfucker of a headache in the morning but I’m good. Night.” He walked into his room and started to undress absentmindedly. Kurt quickly pulled the door shut.
He went back to the kitchen and helped the girls clean, worrying about Dave and his strange mood. But still, rather pleased with himself for learning something new.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The next day, Kurt walked Santana and Brittany down to Tina’s shop. She was thrilled to meet them, helping them both pick something out that Kurt bought with his money.
“I have to ask you something, Tina.” Kurt said after they’d been rung up. “Dave said I have a birthday coming up. And that I should make a list. What does that mean?”
Tina smiled widely, “Oh, Kurt that’s great. Happy birthday. That’s the day you were born. People celebrate with a party every year to remind themselves how good life is, how lucky they’ve been, sometimes just that they’ve lived another year. You don’t need a reason, it’s just your birthday. Everyone has one.”
“Slaves don’t,” Santana chimed in. “I’ve never heard of that.”
“My master has had birthday parties for Master Trey and Miss Keysha,” Brittany added. “I have to bake a cake and clean the house really good. Except last time, they went out to a pizza place and I stayed home. I thought birthday parties were only for children.”
“No,” Tina answered. “Grownups get to party too. It’s usually better because there’s grownup things you can do that kid’s birthday parties definitely lack.” Tina chuckled but the joke was lost of the three others. “How old are you going to be, Kurt?”
Kurt thought, “I’m seventeen now, and I know when the leaves start to turn brown, I’ve gained another year. That’s how my mother told me to remember.”
“Alright. You’re gonna be eighteen. That’s huge. And Dave wants to throw you a party. He asked you to make a list of things that you want. People buy you stuff, Kurt. That’s the best part of having a birthday. You get presents and shit. It’s all for you.”
Kurt thought about that for a moment. There was no way he could make a list of things he wanted. He had everything he wanted already. Well, almost everything. But finding someone to love probably wasn’t something you could get as a gift. He twitched his lips nervously. “I’ll have to think about the list,” he answered softly.