fic: This Charming Man - Part One
Title: This Charming Man
Author: louisestrange
Summary: Sequel to 'Hand in Glove' - but could be read on it's own. By the end of the school year, everyone will know that Dave Karofsky is gay for Kurt Hummel.
Rating: NC-17, to be safe.
Disclaimer: Not mine. None of it.
A/N: I’m terrible at summaries, but in this story you will find horny teenage boys discovering that there’s nothing wrong with being horny teenage boys and possibly a grand gesture or two. I think. First of two or three parts. Kurt POV this time.
This Charming Man - Part One (on ff.net)
Kurt: Hey, do you have your phone with you rn? Text right back if you do. X
David: Yeah why? U ok?
Kurt: Don’t freak out ok? But I cut class to watch football practice-I’m totally checking out this super hot player...tall, built, really nice ass...
David: WTF?!
Kurt: Lol. I can see the crazy look on your face from here. Still hot, tho. Look at the back of the bleachers on your left.
Kurt stays seated on the hard wooden bench and projects his best cheesy grin towards the far end of the field. He chuckles at the bewildered look on his boyfriend’s face. He’s been to Carmel before, on various disreputable glee club missions, but never since Dave’s been here, and never one quite as disreputable as this. He fires off another quick text -
Kurt: If the wind changes, your face will stay like that :p
He sees Dave snap out of it and glance around him. Practice is over and most of the guys have already left the field to hit the showers. He’s been watching for the last twenty minutes, and, since Dave won his football scholarship - the only player on the team who did - he knows he typically stays back after practice for some extra laps, extra stretching - whatever it is he does - then heads straight across town to his weekly therapy session.
Kurt watches as Dave approaches the coach and says something, nodding his head, before balancing his foot on a bench and half-heartedly stretching a calf muscle. Although he doesn’t spy Dave using his phone, he swiftly receives another text -
David: Not complaining, but what r u doing here?
Dave shifts his attention to his other calf, rolling down a green and white sock and waves to one of the other players, shaking his head.
Kurt: Here on secret glee club business. Did you think I was here especially for you?
It’s not a lie, not really. Jesse St. James wanted to speak to Rachel about a summer vocal coaching camp and he came along or moral support. The kind of moral support that says he’ll wait in the car.
David: Maybe ;)
Kurt: How presumptuous.
Kurt smiles to himself as Dave sits on the bench now, phone in hand, failing to hold back his own cute grin.
Dave: Wait for me out front? I’ll be 20 minutes, tops.
Kurt: Can’t. I’m Rachel’s ride. Meeting her at 5, so....
Kurt’s close enough that he can see Dave’s face fall a little, so fires off his next message.
Kurt: Maybe you could come see me now. I’ve heard people make out under these bleachers...
Dave’s eyebrows lift and he steals a quick look up at Kurt.
David: Fuck. Seriously?
Kurt shrugs and looks innocently off to the side before typing out his reply.
Kurt: Coast seems clear. Meet me down below in...2 mins?
Dave just stares at his phone, he doesn’t look up as the coach exits the field followed by a bedraggled equipment manager, even though Kurt’s sure the skinny guy laden with overflowing canvas bags says something in Dave’s direction. Kurt loses his nerve a little - maybe he’s pushing too far - and attempts some damage limitation.
Kurt: It’s ok if you can’t. I should go find Rachel anyway. It was nice to watch you play :) I’ll call you tonight x
This time, the reply is almost instantaneous.
David: No. Wait for me. I’ll be there. 5 mins :)
Dave’s eyes lift towards him again as he stands and Kurt feels a thrill run through his body. He pockets his phone, grabs his bag and heads down the steps to the bottom of the bleachers. He rounds the corner and ducks swiftly beneath the tarp hanging loosely over the metal framework and feels a buzz akin to the rush of a triple espresso. The air feels still and damp as he waits for what feels like forever, leaning against a metal joist, trying his best to look nonchalant. He hears soft footsteps on the grass and the crackle of the plastic tarp and his heart races with fear-tinged excitement, until he see’s for sure that it is Dave and the fear seeps away leaving just the excitement in its wake.
“Hey,” Dave says, smiling that smile; their eyes lock and that’s all it takes. Dave kisses Kurt like he’s devouring him, savouring the minty-sweetness of his mouth with each slow, sure swipe of his tongue. Big hands find his ass and squeeze hard enough that Kurt’s breathe hitches. In that moment, he wants to hook his leg around Dave’s thigh and pull him down onto the dirt, but he has enough restraint to stop himself - it’s only been two days since they last saw each other, after all; he’s not an animal - and instead, he rips at the Velcro hem of Dave’s jersey and slips his hand inside, still surprised at how hot he finds his boyfriends sweat-slicked chest.
Dave breaks their kiss for a second to look at Kurt, eyes wide and dark, and mutters, “I can’t believe you’re here - you’re fucking crazy,” And reattached his mouth to Kurt, this time latching hungrily onto his neck.
“I couldn’t resist.....ah-and you look so good in that uniform...” Kurt manages to say, head thrown back and fist curled in Dave’s damp hair. Dave makes a noise against Kurt’s throat that reverberates all the way down his spine and causes his hips to thrust forward involuntarily, grinding his excruciatingly hard cock against Dave’s padded thigh.
Suddenly, his neck feels cold and bare and he’s opening his eyes before he realised they were even closed; Dave’s on his knees in front of him, hands working his zipper as he looks up at him, licking swollen lips - and, fuck, if seeing his footballer boyfriend in (almost) full uniform, on his knees, about to suck him off just inches from the field he plays on isn’t just about the sexiest thing he’s ever experienced - then Dave makes it worse by making it so much better and asks, voice jagged, “Is this what you came here for?”
Kurt nods mutely and uses the bulk of Dave’s shoulder pads to steady himself while Dave frees his erection from his underwear and wraps a warm hand around it, keeping his touch maddeningly light and motionless. His eyes are still locked with Kurt’s and his brows are lifted in question.
Kurt shifts his right hand to the back of Dave’s head and pulls him in, “Yes, please, Gaga, yes,” and Dave’s mouth is on him; tongue searing hot circles around his shaft as he hums in eager agreement, spitty-wet and oh, so good as his hand tugs lightly at Kurt’s balls. Dave sucks eagerly on him, taking him in all the way, and, in the name of Dorothy, he’s good at this, Kurt thinks as Dave’s throat convulses around the head of his cock. Kurt bites a white knuckle to keep himself from moaning out and lets it become too much, too quickly as he knows they don’t have time to drag it out. His hand tightening in Dave’s hair the only warning he gives him, Kurt’s hips buck once-twice- and he’s watching himself come in Dave’s mouth.
The football player let’s go of his balls and hollows his cheeks as he pulls his mouth from Kurt’s softening length. Dave sits back on his heels, raising a hand to rub his thumb daintily at the corner of his mouth.
Kurt attempts to tuck himself back into his pants without upsetting the sensitized flesh. “Well,” he says weakly, knees threatening to buckle beneath his weight, “That’s one to scratch off the bucket list.”
Dave chuckles and grabs Kurt’s hand for leverage, pulling himself upright and replies, “These knee pads come in handy, right?” before leaning in for a soft, sweet kiss. Kurt can taste himself on Dave’s lips and it, as it always does, gives him a senselessly naughty thrill.
“I have to go,” Dave says reluctantly, breathe ghosting over Kurt’s lips. “Thanks for coming to see me.”
“Pun intended?”
Dave laughs as he pulls away from Kurt, but doesn’t reply to that. Instead, he adjusts the cup at the front of his pants and takes Kurt’s hand in his, “Talk to you tonight?”
Kurt sighs and strokes his fingertips across Dave’s, “I’ll call you around nine.”
Bringing Kurt’s fingers to his lips, Dave kisses them lightly before letting go and turning to leave, pausing as he holds up the tarp to exit, and looks back at Kurt with a wayward expression, “You owe me now, Hummel.”
And this is how it is between them; how it’s been since they danced together that night at Scandals. They push each other’s buttons in just the right way; Dave inspires feelings in Kurt he thought were meant for other people - not always rational and rarely if ever wholesome - but it’s everything Kurt never knew he wanted.
With Blaine, it was a dream come true: hearts and flowers and hand-holding; chaste kissing and, when the time was right, gentle lovemaking. They sang duets, watched musicals and performed their nightly skincare rituals together. It was his romantic ideal and exactly what he thought he wanted. This thing, though, with Dave, is so much more than he imagined he’d ever want - it’s almost overwhelming. Dave makes him feel like more than a girly gay guy - more than a singing, dancing, prancing stereotype - he makes him feel like a man, and, really, cliché as it sounds, it’s a potent feeling. It’s not that Kurt’s suddenly into football, or any less passionate about the Marc Jacobs fall collection (though he does curse more and thinks more, now, about sex than he does about knitwear); and it’s not that Dave isn’t sweet - there’s definitely romance - but it’s all underpinned by something more, a spark that overloads his synapses and makes him feel like he’s really living and breathing and loving.
He can’t hold back when it comes to Dave, whether it’s expressing his opinion on a particularly unflattering pair of jean or expressing his desire to rip those jeans off. He and Blaine had burned softly together, like the flame of a beautifully scented candle, but if he’s learned anything at all from Katy Perry, it was that he could be a firework - lighting up someone’s sky, making them go oh-oh-oh and, with Dave, that’s how it feels.
They talk every night on the phone, before bed, just like he and Blaine had; but where calls with Blaine would have them discuss their seaweed facials, he and Dave invariably end up talking about facials of a different kind altogether.
He’d intended on holding back, he really had, after that first night when he jumped Dave in the parking lot of Scandals, and Dave told him he liked him, and that he didn’t want to take advantage of him. But that knowledge - that Dave wanted him, had fantasized about having him but was willing to wait - was such turn on for Kurt that his resolve crumbled on their first official date, when they re-enacted their scene from the backseat of Kurt’s car without, this time, anyone calling cut.
It’s been three months now and, while Dave still hasn’t found his way completely out of the closet, he’s definitely nudging at the door. Kurt is immensely proud of how far he’s come, and he knows, as much as he’d like to take some of that credit, that it’s all been Dave’s doing. High school, and all the horrors that have gone with it for them both, is almost over and, while they haven’t talked about The Future in any great detail, they have a plan for the shorter term, and by the end of their final semester, everyone at both McKinley and Carmel will know that Dave Karofsky is most definitely gay for Kurt Hummel.
Part Two
Author: louisestrange
Summary: Sequel to 'Hand in Glove' - but could be read on it's own. By the end of the school year, everyone will know that Dave Karofsky is gay for Kurt Hummel.
Rating: NC-17, to be safe.
Disclaimer: Not mine. None of it.
A/N: I’m terrible at summaries, but in this story you will find horny teenage boys discovering that there’s nothing wrong with being horny teenage boys and possibly a grand gesture or two. I think. First of two or three parts. Kurt POV this time.
This Charming Man - Part One (on ff.net)
Kurt: Hey, do you have your phone with you rn? Text right back if you do. X
David: Yeah why? U ok?
Kurt: Don’t freak out ok? But I cut class to watch football practice-I’m totally checking out this super hot player...tall, built, really nice ass...
David: WTF?!
Kurt: Lol. I can see the crazy look on your face from here. Still hot, tho. Look at the back of the bleachers on your left.
Kurt stays seated on the hard wooden bench and projects his best cheesy grin towards the far end of the field. He chuckles at the bewildered look on his boyfriend’s face. He’s been to Carmel before, on various disreputable glee club missions, but never since Dave’s been here, and never one quite as disreputable as this. He fires off another quick text -
Kurt: If the wind changes, your face will stay like that :p
He sees Dave snap out of it and glance around him. Practice is over and most of the guys have already left the field to hit the showers. He’s been watching for the last twenty minutes, and, since Dave won his football scholarship - the only player on the team who did - he knows he typically stays back after practice for some extra laps, extra stretching - whatever it is he does - then heads straight across town to his weekly therapy session.
Kurt watches as Dave approaches the coach and says something, nodding his head, before balancing his foot on a bench and half-heartedly stretching a calf muscle. Although he doesn’t spy Dave using his phone, he swiftly receives another text -
David: Not complaining, but what r u doing here?
Dave shifts his attention to his other calf, rolling down a green and white sock and waves to one of the other players, shaking his head.
Kurt: Here on secret glee club business. Did you think I was here especially for you?
It’s not a lie, not really. Jesse St. James wanted to speak to Rachel about a summer vocal coaching camp and he came along or moral support. The kind of moral support that says he’ll wait in the car.
David: Maybe ;)
Kurt: How presumptuous.
Kurt smiles to himself as Dave sits on the bench now, phone in hand, failing to hold back his own cute grin.
Dave: Wait for me out front? I’ll be 20 minutes, tops.
Kurt: Can’t. I’m Rachel’s ride. Meeting her at 5, so....
Kurt’s close enough that he can see Dave’s face fall a little, so fires off his next message.
Kurt: Maybe you could come see me now. I’ve heard people make out under these bleachers...
Dave’s eyebrows lift and he steals a quick look up at Kurt.
David: Fuck. Seriously?
Kurt shrugs and looks innocently off to the side before typing out his reply.
Kurt: Coast seems clear. Meet me down below in...2 mins?
Dave just stares at his phone, he doesn’t look up as the coach exits the field followed by a bedraggled equipment manager, even though Kurt’s sure the skinny guy laden with overflowing canvas bags says something in Dave’s direction. Kurt loses his nerve a little - maybe he’s pushing too far - and attempts some damage limitation.
Kurt: It’s ok if you can’t. I should go find Rachel anyway. It was nice to watch you play :) I’ll call you tonight x
This time, the reply is almost instantaneous.
David: No. Wait for me. I’ll be there. 5 mins :)
Dave’s eyes lift towards him again as he stands and Kurt feels a thrill run through his body. He pockets his phone, grabs his bag and heads down the steps to the bottom of the bleachers. He rounds the corner and ducks swiftly beneath the tarp hanging loosely over the metal framework and feels a buzz akin to the rush of a triple espresso. The air feels still and damp as he waits for what feels like forever, leaning against a metal joist, trying his best to look nonchalant. He hears soft footsteps on the grass and the crackle of the plastic tarp and his heart races with fear-tinged excitement, until he see’s for sure that it is Dave and the fear seeps away leaving just the excitement in its wake.
“Hey,” Dave says, smiling that smile; their eyes lock and that’s all it takes. Dave kisses Kurt like he’s devouring him, savouring the minty-sweetness of his mouth with each slow, sure swipe of his tongue. Big hands find his ass and squeeze hard enough that Kurt’s breathe hitches. In that moment, he wants to hook his leg around Dave’s thigh and pull him down onto the dirt, but he has enough restraint to stop himself - it’s only been two days since they last saw each other, after all; he’s not an animal - and instead, he rips at the Velcro hem of Dave’s jersey and slips his hand inside, still surprised at how hot he finds his boyfriends sweat-slicked chest.
Dave breaks their kiss for a second to look at Kurt, eyes wide and dark, and mutters, “I can’t believe you’re here - you’re fucking crazy,” And reattached his mouth to Kurt, this time latching hungrily onto his neck.
“I couldn’t resist.....ah-and you look so good in that uniform...” Kurt manages to say, head thrown back and fist curled in Dave’s damp hair. Dave makes a noise against Kurt’s throat that reverberates all the way down his spine and causes his hips to thrust forward involuntarily, grinding his excruciatingly hard cock against Dave’s padded thigh.
Suddenly, his neck feels cold and bare and he’s opening his eyes before he realised they were even closed; Dave’s on his knees in front of him, hands working his zipper as he looks up at him, licking swollen lips - and, fuck, if seeing his footballer boyfriend in (almost) full uniform, on his knees, about to suck him off just inches from the field he plays on isn’t just about the sexiest thing he’s ever experienced - then Dave makes it worse by making it so much better and asks, voice jagged, “Is this what you came here for?”
Kurt nods mutely and uses the bulk of Dave’s shoulder pads to steady himself while Dave frees his erection from his underwear and wraps a warm hand around it, keeping his touch maddeningly light and motionless. His eyes are still locked with Kurt’s and his brows are lifted in question.
Kurt shifts his right hand to the back of Dave’s head and pulls him in, “Yes, please, Gaga, yes,” and Dave’s mouth is on him; tongue searing hot circles around his shaft as he hums in eager agreement, spitty-wet and oh, so good as his hand tugs lightly at Kurt’s balls. Dave sucks eagerly on him, taking him in all the way, and, in the name of Dorothy, he’s good at this, Kurt thinks as Dave’s throat convulses around the head of his cock. Kurt bites a white knuckle to keep himself from moaning out and lets it become too much, too quickly as he knows they don’t have time to drag it out. His hand tightening in Dave’s hair the only warning he gives him, Kurt’s hips buck once-twice- and he’s watching himself come in Dave’s mouth.
The football player let’s go of his balls and hollows his cheeks as he pulls his mouth from Kurt’s softening length. Dave sits back on his heels, raising a hand to rub his thumb daintily at the corner of his mouth.
Kurt attempts to tuck himself back into his pants without upsetting the sensitized flesh. “Well,” he says weakly, knees threatening to buckle beneath his weight, “That’s one to scratch off the bucket list.”
Dave chuckles and grabs Kurt’s hand for leverage, pulling himself upright and replies, “These knee pads come in handy, right?” before leaning in for a soft, sweet kiss. Kurt can taste himself on Dave’s lips and it, as it always does, gives him a senselessly naughty thrill.
“I have to go,” Dave says reluctantly, breathe ghosting over Kurt’s lips. “Thanks for coming to see me.”
“Pun intended?”
Dave laughs as he pulls away from Kurt, but doesn’t reply to that. Instead, he adjusts the cup at the front of his pants and takes Kurt’s hand in his, “Talk to you tonight?”
Kurt sighs and strokes his fingertips across Dave’s, “I’ll call you around nine.”
Bringing Kurt’s fingers to his lips, Dave kisses them lightly before letting go and turning to leave, pausing as he holds up the tarp to exit, and looks back at Kurt with a wayward expression, “You owe me now, Hummel.”
And this is how it is between them; how it’s been since they danced together that night at Scandals. They push each other’s buttons in just the right way; Dave inspires feelings in Kurt he thought were meant for other people - not always rational and rarely if ever wholesome - but it’s everything Kurt never knew he wanted.
With Blaine, it was a dream come true: hearts and flowers and hand-holding; chaste kissing and, when the time was right, gentle lovemaking. They sang duets, watched musicals and performed their nightly skincare rituals together. It was his romantic ideal and exactly what he thought he wanted. This thing, though, with Dave, is so much more than he imagined he’d ever want - it’s almost overwhelming. Dave makes him feel like more than a girly gay guy - more than a singing, dancing, prancing stereotype - he makes him feel like a man, and, really, cliché as it sounds, it’s a potent feeling. It’s not that Kurt’s suddenly into football, or any less passionate about the Marc Jacobs fall collection (though he does curse more and thinks more, now, about sex than he does about knitwear); and it’s not that Dave isn’t sweet - there’s definitely romance - but it’s all underpinned by something more, a spark that overloads his synapses and makes him feel like he’s really living and breathing and loving.
He can’t hold back when it comes to Dave, whether it’s expressing his opinion on a particularly unflattering pair of jean or expressing his desire to rip those jeans off. He and Blaine had burned softly together, like the flame of a beautifully scented candle, but if he’s learned anything at all from Katy Perry, it was that he could be a firework - lighting up someone’s sky, making them go oh-oh-oh and, with Dave, that’s how it feels.
They talk every night on the phone, before bed, just like he and Blaine had; but where calls with Blaine would have them discuss their seaweed facials, he and Dave invariably end up talking about facials of a different kind altogether.
He’d intended on holding back, he really had, after that first night when he jumped Dave in the parking lot of Scandals, and Dave told him he liked him, and that he didn’t want to take advantage of him. But that knowledge - that Dave wanted him, had fantasized about having him but was willing to wait - was such turn on for Kurt that his resolve crumbled on their first official date, when they re-enacted their scene from the backseat of Kurt’s car without, this time, anyone calling cut.
It’s been three months now and, while Dave still hasn’t found his way completely out of the closet, he’s definitely nudging at the door. Kurt is immensely proud of how far he’s come, and he knows, as much as he’d like to take some of that credit, that it’s all been Dave’s doing. High school, and all the horrors that have gone with it for them both, is almost over and, while they haven’t talked about The Future in any great detail, they have a plan for the shorter term, and by the end of their final semester, everyone at both McKinley and Carmel will know that Dave Karofsky is most definitely gay for Kurt Hummel.
Part Two