Part VI
It wasn't long before Dave's pants and briefs were pooled at his feet. He couldn't believe he was doing this. He couldn't believe this was happening. Kurt Hummel was actually jerking him off. Well, sort of. With their hands intertwined he was more along for the ride while Dave jerked himself off, but Kurt still had his hand around Dave's cock.
"Kurt," he groaned, not being able to hold it in anymore. He tightened their hold a bit more. He usually liked the touch gentle, but he needed more just so he could believe this.
Tearing his eyes away from their hands on his cock, Dave looked up to see Kurt's face. Only, all he could see were his eyes, staring with amazement at the reflection before him.
Dave murmured Kurt's name one more time, just to see what would happen. This time, the smaller boy's eyes closed, his hand tightened briefly, and he pushed his mouth to the back of Dave's shoulder. It felt amazing.
Dave returned his gaze to his crouch where Kurt had begun to take over. He twisted their hands at the tip on every stroke now, tightening slightly at the base. And Dave was getting closer.
He wanted it to last longer, if only to get this moment to last longer, to have more for his memory. Kurt's touching my cock! KURT'S TOUCHING MY COCK! It was so much better than he had ever fantasized.
"I'm so close," he murmured, letting out a whimper of disappointment.
Then Kurt opened his mouth slightly – still touching Dave's shoulder – and after running his tongue in a quick sweep of the small area, he sucked… hard.
Dave lost it. Flinging himself forward to lean against the mirror, a hand on the cold glass, he let out a low, virile, growl, Kurt's name sneaking in at the end.
He leaned there for a moment, trying to recover enough to support all his weight on his legs again. When he had his breathing under control he noticed Kurt's hand still twined with his, still on his cock. Slowly he pulled them both away, but didn't let go of the soft hand. He just wanted to bask. Holding hands in the afterglow was probably the best he would get at this point.
Kurt just squeezed his hand, getting his attention. When Dave turned his head slightly, still feeling weak, Kurt said, his voice slightly breathless, "You're going to have to clean your mirror eventually. Your parents might wonder what you've been doing up here if you don't."
Dave chuckled, "Only you would tell me to clean something after jerking me off."
"I was just along for the ride," said Kurt, tugging on the jock's arm.
Allowing himself to be guided to his bed, Dave grinned. "That's what I thought earlier, but it definitely ended with you leading the way."
To his utter shock, especially after everything they'd already done, Kurt blushed. "Sorry about that, I apparently couldn't help myself."
Dave leaned back against the head bored and pulled Kurt so he was kneeling next to him. "Believe me, if I didn't like it, my mirror would not be twice as dirty as it was fifteen minutes ago."
Kurt blushed yet again but instead of saying something he leaned forward and kissed Dave. It was a slow kiss, Kurt pushing into Dave's mouth only when the bigger boy sighed. And when Dave rested a hand on the back of Kurt's neck, the fashionista didn't pull away. Instead he ventured from Dave's lips to his chin to his neck…
Oh God! He's touching me in so many places! Dave groaned as Kurt ran his hands up and down his chest and arms as he kissed every single inch of his shoulders and chest above his nipples. After what felt like the hundredth time of Kurt skirting over a nipple Dave whimpered and growled.
"God, Kurt, you're such a tease," he mumbled.
Looking down he saw Kurt look up at him and grin an evil grin. "You don't like being tormented?" he asked.
Dave just growled and shook his head as Kurt barely touched his nipple.
"Then close your eyes. I promise you'll be greatly rewarded."
Dave did as he was told and whimpered when the heat of Kurt's mouth left his body all together. He was about to protest, but the soft hands started to move down, lower than before.
Holding his breath he waited as the hands got closer and closer to where his erection had long ago returned to full hardness. He moaned when they stopped, barely touching the base.
Again he was about to complain when a wet heat engulfed the tip of his cock.
Kurt couldn't help but smile at the yelp of surprise that came from Dave. Though it wasn't much of a smile, not with Dave's impressive member in his mouth. Oh, it was all so amazing. He had thought Dave felt impressive in his hand, but it was so much better in his mouth.
He tasted of sweat and Dave, very masculine. Pulling back slightly, he licked along the slit, tasting the pre-ejaculate, and hummed in approval. That was apparently a good move, because he saw Dave's hands clench suddenly into the sheets.
Then he started to bob up and down. He really had no idea what he was doing, but apparently Dave didn't care, because he was moaning, saying Kurt's name again.
As Kurt realized that he was the one causing Dave to go nearly incoherent, he started getting hard again himself. Never had he thought about what it would be like to please another guy. All his fantasies, the few he came up with, had others pleasing him, telling him how perfect he was. But he had never known how satisfying it could be to do the same for someone else.
Moaning at the thought, Kurt strengthened his suction and quickened his speed.
"Ahh," cried Dave in reaction, "So close."
Pulling away Kurt nodded. Then, as he jerked him off with one hand, he slid down just a little farther and licked at Dave's balls.
The unexpected touch pushed Dave over. Once again he released that low growl. So similar to the ones he had received in school hallways, but so much better. These were purer, more instinctual. It helped too that his name came at the end.
He watched as the come shot up and onto Dave's stomach, marveling in the fact that he had caused it. He knew Dave liked him, hell he had said he was in love with him, but actually seeing what he could physically do to the jock was very arousing.
Speaking of which…
Drawing on the memory of the sound that seemed to still be echoing through the room, Kurt reached down and tried to quickly bring himself off. Unfortunately, having already come twice before, it didn't happen as fast as he had wanted. Only when he felt and saw Dave's hand join his own did he fall over the edge, whimpering as he shot what had to be the last of his seed onto Dave's sheets.
He had just collapsed onto the clean portion of the bed, Dave's arm around him, and ignoring the fact that he had come with Dave's touch, when a knock came at the door.
"Dave, are you alright in there?" came a soft feminine voice.
"Shit," Dave mumbled before adding a little louder, "Yeah Mom, I'm fine. Just a little alone time."
There was a short pause before she replied. "Oh, sorry. I'll be in the kitchen if you need anything."
"'Kay," was Dave's only reply.
Having recovered a little, Kurt looked up at Dave. "That was close."
Dave shrugged. "She never comes in without knocking. Especially not during 'alone time'."
Giggling Kurt sat up, using the corner of the sheets to clean off Dave's stomach. "Does that mean what I think it means?"
Sighing Dave nodded, watching the pale hand moving over him. "When I first started… you know," he made a jerking motion with his hand, "I would say I wanted some alone time. Then one time she found me. It was really awkward, but she just walked back out and ever since then 'alone time' has been clearly defined. And she still knocks before coming in."
Finishing his cleaning job, Kurt dropped the sheet and leaned forward. He didn't say anything, just kissed him. It was short, but still pretty hot. Pulling away, Kurt sighed. "I should go home. It's getting late and I still have some homework to do before dinner."
Dave leaned forward and stole a second, more chaste kiss. He pulled away quickly, blushing. "Sorry," he said, disappointment taking over his features . Glancing around, he started getting up. "I guess I do have some cleaning up to do."
Frowning slightly Kurt moved to where his clothes were placed after Dave had folded them. Turning his back to the jock he slipped off the borrowed shirt. As he leaned over to pull on his briefs, he heard a quiet groan behind him.
"You do realize that I won't be able to look at that shirt, let alone wear it, without thinking about you in it and getting a hard-on," came Dave's suddenly rough voice.
Kurt paused. Not at the comment, but how it made him feel. He liked it. He liked the fact that Dave would get hard whenever he saw a certain shirt. When he saw something so inanimate. It was then that he came to a realization.
After pulling on his jeans he glanced over his shoulder and grinned. "Maybe that's what I want to happen." He noticed Dave pause, but otherwise the boy made no response, he simply dressed in a pair of sweats before using the dirty sheets from his bed to start cleaning the mirror.
Kurt put his shirt back on and pulled out his phone, thinking. After a surreptitious glance at Dave, who was concentrating very hard on polishing his mirror, he grabbed the jock's phone and took its phone number. He didn't want Dave to have his number, not yet anyways.
Returning the phones to their previous locations he walked to the door, opening it before turning to address Dave one last time.
"Dave?" he said softly.
Dave looked up from his mirror, an almost empty look on his face, except for the pure disappointment. "What is it, Kurt?"
That look made the next few words out of Kurt's mouth much easier to say. "I wanted to thank you, Dave," he said. "And I think I may want to give you more than a second chance." Then he walked out, leaving the door open behind him.
Dave stared at his empty doorway for a full minute before the words had made it through the disappointed fog in his mind. More than a second chance? What the hell was that supposed to mean?
Forgetting about the fact that Kurt was leaving way too soon for what they had just done, he dropped the sheet and ran to the doorway. "Wait," he called, "Kurt, what?" He ran down the stairs, hoping Kurt hadn't gotten too far and threw open the front door. "What do you mean?" he called after the retreating car. "Fuck!" he shouts, turning and kicking the doorframe with his bare foot. "FUCK!" he exclaims even louder as pain shoots through his leg.
"David!" came his mother's sharp reply. "Watch your language!"
Limping, Dave walked back in and closed the door. "Sorry, Mom," he said, "I'll do the dishes after dinner." Then he hobbled back up to his room.
Pondering what Kurt had meant took up all his time. He even lost sleep over it, despite the fact that he slept with his work shirt on the pillow next to him. By Wednesday he was so sleep deprived that he almost ignored the text he got just before dinner. But something made him pick up his phone.
When he read the text, so many questions formed in his head, but the most important was answered.
Friday night, 6 o'clock. Be ready for dinner and a movie out of town. I'm driving. And maybe we'll have some alone time at my house afterwards.
It didn't say who it was from but Dave knew he was smiling as he typed in a name for the number. Four days ago he had promised anything just for a second chance. And now… Dave jumped around his room and hollered in excitement. Now? He was getting so much more.
Fin
A/N: There is an epilogue, but it has three separate parts and I think it's about half the length of this story, so it'll be posted separately.