Ficlet: Amends | Glee | Dave/Kurt | NC-17 | 1/1
Title: Amends
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Dave Karofsky/Kurt Hummel
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 696
Prompt: For Porn Battle XII: stage, curtains, coming out
Summary: Dave has news; he and Kurt celebrate.
Disclaimer: Other people own it all. I own nothing.
Author's Notes: Originally posted here at PB XII.
Amends
When Dave catches him by the elbow on his way off-stage after rehearsal, asking if he can talk to him for a minute, Kurt isn't at all prepared for the next thing that comes out of his mouth.
“I just wanted you to know. I'm... I'm gonna tell my Dad. Tonight.”
Kurt's whole being lights up with excitement, having figured it wasn't gonna happen, that Dave would just sit alone in his metaphorical closet forever, hating himself because he couldn't quite work up the courage to go against the grain and tell his father the truth, to admit to the reason why he'd tormented Kurt so horribly all that time. “Are you serious?” he asks, not quite able to contain the grin that tugs at his mouth.
Dave pushes a hand through his hair and takes a deep breath. “Yeah. The whole nine yards. And if things go wrong, my Aunt Jenny said I could stay with her, so, no worries. I just. I wanted to tell you first.”
And that hits Kurt right in the chest, warmth and gratitude filling him that Dave is including him as he takes such a huge step. “Oh my God, I'm so happy for you!” he practically squeals, throwing his arms around Dave's neck and squeezing him hard.
Returning the hug with full force, Dave actually lifts him off the floor, twirling him in place and getting them wrapped up in the heavy curtains at the edge of the stage. Kurt pulls slightly back from the hug, laughing, and suddenly they're breathing into each other's space, Kurt's feet still off the floor.
If things hadn't changed between them the previous year, the two of them finally settling their differences over the summer after Kurt found himself surprisingly single, it could've been a moment of terror. Instead, the air between them is suddenly charged, and Kurt doesn't even flinch when Dave kisses him, not hard enough to bruise, but firmly enough that their teeth knock, and they both laugh again, some of that tension snapped as they press forward to kiss again, deeper this time, tongues sliding over each other, tasting, teasing.
It isn't at all what Kurt expected, and he can't help but moan just slightly into the kiss, body suddenly shivering as Dave slowly settles him back to the floor, his grip relaxing enough to give Kurt an out if he wants it.
But this time, Kurt knows that he doesn't want that out, and when Dave drops a hand to press gently at the front of Kurt's pants, his excitement all too obvious, he shivers and bites his lip.
“Can I-?” Dave asks, the question aborted and unnecessary anyway.
A firm nod, and Kurt breathes out a yes, moving his own hands down to grip Dave's arms as he works Kurt's pants open and slides his hand inside.
And oh! Dave's hand is rough, calloused, not as much as he'd imagined, but enough that it draws a gasp from his throat as he bucks into his touch. Sparkles start to dance behind his eyelids-when did he close his eyes?-and little lightning bursts shoot down his arms and legs. A whimper escapes him, and then Dave is kissing him again as he strokes him, swiftly and surely. Kurt knows from personal experience that he won't last long like this, not wrapped up in Dave's embrace and being taken care of so thoroughly, all the fantasies he'd never have admitted to under penalty of death suddenly coming true.
“Dave,” he breathes against his mouth, a whine in his throat, and then the world goes sideways, his body trembling as he comes in Dave's hand, making a mess of them.
Holding him through the shaking afterward, Dave drops more kisses on Kurt's head, and he cleans them up as best he can with the hem of his t-shirt, tucking Kurt back into his pants and fastening them. “Wanted to do that for so long,” he admits, and when Kurt's senses finally right themselves, he sees the faint blush spread across Dave's cheeks.
Burying his face against Dave's chest and letting himself be held, Kurt whispers, “Me, too,” and finally, after so long spent making amends with each other, everything seems right.
~*~*~*~
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Dave Karofsky/Kurt Hummel
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 696
Prompt: For Porn Battle XII: stage, curtains, coming out
Summary: Dave has news; he and Kurt celebrate.
Disclaimer: Other people own it all. I own nothing.
Author's Notes: Originally posted here at PB XII.
Amends
When Dave catches him by the elbow on his way off-stage after rehearsal, asking if he can talk to him for a minute, Kurt isn't at all prepared for the next thing that comes out of his mouth.
“I just wanted you to know. I'm... I'm gonna tell my Dad. Tonight.”
Kurt's whole being lights up with excitement, having figured it wasn't gonna happen, that Dave would just sit alone in his metaphorical closet forever, hating himself because he couldn't quite work up the courage to go against the grain and tell his father the truth, to admit to the reason why he'd tormented Kurt so horribly all that time. “Are you serious?” he asks, not quite able to contain the grin that tugs at his mouth.
Dave pushes a hand through his hair and takes a deep breath. “Yeah. The whole nine yards. And if things go wrong, my Aunt Jenny said I could stay with her, so, no worries. I just. I wanted to tell you first.”
And that hits Kurt right in the chest, warmth and gratitude filling him that Dave is including him as he takes such a huge step. “Oh my God, I'm so happy for you!” he practically squeals, throwing his arms around Dave's neck and squeezing him hard.
Returning the hug with full force, Dave actually lifts him off the floor, twirling him in place and getting them wrapped up in the heavy curtains at the edge of the stage. Kurt pulls slightly back from the hug, laughing, and suddenly they're breathing into each other's space, Kurt's feet still off the floor.
If things hadn't changed between them the previous year, the two of them finally settling their differences over the summer after Kurt found himself surprisingly single, it could've been a moment of terror. Instead, the air between them is suddenly charged, and Kurt doesn't even flinch when Dave kisses him, not hard enough to bruise, but firmly enough that their teeth knock, and they both laugh again, some of that tension snapped as they press forward to kiss again, deeper this time, tongues sliding over each other, tasting, teasing.
It isn't at all what Kurt expected, and he can't help but moan just slightly into the kiss, body suddenly shivering as Dave slowly settles him back to the floor, his grip relaxing enough to give Kurt an out if he wants it.
But this time, Kurt knows that he doesn't want that out, and when Dave drops a hand to press gently at the front of Kurt's pants, his excitement all too obvious, he shivers and bites his lip.
“Can I-?” Dave asks, the question aborted and unnecessary anyway.
A firm nod, and Kurt breathes out a yes, moving his own hands down to grip Dave's arms as he works Kurt's pants open and slides his hand inside.
And oh! Dave's hand is rough, calloused, not as much as he'd imagined, but enough that it draws a gasp from his throat as he bucks into his touch. Sparkles start to dance behind his eyelids-when did he close his eyes?-and little lightning bursts shoot down his arms and legs. A whimper escapes him, and then Dave is kissing him again as he strokes him, swiftly and surely. Kurt knows from personal experience that he won't last long like this, not wrapped up in Dave's embrace and being taken care of so thoroughly, all the fantasies he'd never have admitted to under penalty of death suddenly coming true.
“Dave,” he breathes against his mouth, a whine in his throat, and then the world goes sideways, his body trembling as he comes in Dave's hand, making a mess of them.
Holding him through the shaking afterward, Dave drops more kisses on Kurt's head, and he cleans them up as best he can with the hem of his t-shirt, tucking Kurt back into his pants and fastening them. “Wanted to do that for so long,” he admits, and when Kurt's senses finally right themselves, he sees the faint blush spread across Dave's cheeks.
Burying his face against Dave's chest and letting himself be held, Kurt whispers, “Me, too,” and finally, after so long spent making amends with each other, everything seems right.
~*~*~*~