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Redemption (Kurt, Kurofsky) - NC-17	By : ibshafer Category: G through L > Glee Views: 5726 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Typo in the Chapter line - this is Part 3, the final part of chapter 5. ("part 2" is the typo.) Sorry!
Story: Redemption – Part 5/6
Chapter: Research – part 4
Fandom: Glee
Author: ibshafer
Rating: NC-17!!
Character/Pairing: Kurt/Karofsky!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own these people, they own themselves and are just nice enough to let me spin them around the page now and then.
Summary: …the waiting is over… This is it!
Warnings: well, it’s NC-17, so that sort of says it all, I think…
A/N: The author does not in any way condone bullying or any form of aggression towards homosexuals, or anyone else, for that matter.

A/N#2: Sorry it'd been so long since I last updated this story! I was away over the holiday, but have been working on this, the longest bit of this chapter, since I got back - and it hasn't been easy. As much fun as real smut is to read, it's really, really hard to write. Hope you like the way it turned out. It's actually a lot more...um, explicit than I usually write, usually I fast forward through it all - panting and moaning, then *wal-lah!* afterglow. This time, because it was their first time, I took time. Again, hope you like it! One more chapter to this series and it'll be done. Hope you've enjoyed reading it as much as I've very much enjoyed writing it... ibs
Research – part 4
- ibshafer
[From part 3…]
But, yea, gods!! Yea, Celine and Liza…
Kurt wanted to sing! This was the most glorious thing he had ever felt; hot wet suction, Dave’s fingers stroking the skin beneath where his mouth was focused. Kurt found he could no longer fight the call of his hips; he began moving in counterpoint to Dave’s attentions, grateful that Dave didn’t hold him back this time, grateful for Dave’s fingers and tongue, grateful for Dave, grateful for—
He was shouting and coming and laughing and coming and in the middle of all of that, Dave’s hand clamped over his mouth.
“Quiet!! Quiet,” he hissed, eyes panicked even as he laughed. “My parents might not be home, but the old lady next door has really, really good hearing…”
Kurt licked his palm, moaning when he tasted himself there, and Dave just burst out laughing.
He pulled his hand away, but before Kurt could say anything, Dave was kissing him again and since Kurt had been about to thank and compliment him, he was just as happy to do it this way.
Sighing deeply, Kurt was happy and looking forward to being even more so, but first there was a matter that needed rectifying immediately.
Dave was still dressed…
Kurt slid his hands around, grabbing himself a couple handfuls, and Dave simultaneously moaned and laughed into the kiss. “Impatient, aren’t we?”
“Off! OFF,” was all Kurt was able to annunciate properly, pulling at the navy knit.
He’d been too…um, busy before to actually remove Dave’s shorts, and then, when Dave had turned the tables on him, he’d been too…um, preoccupied…
He could certainly be forgiven for forgetting where he’d left off in the clothing removal protocols.
But Dave had actually pulled away to look at him, he must have looked rabid if the bemused, slightly self-satisfied expression on Dave’s face was any indication, but still – he was just watching him, not touching him.
“What?!” Kurt glared at him. He started to pull at Dave’s shorts again and Dave outright surprised him by sliding off the bed entirely.
The big jock seemed to be working to compose his face; he actually appeared to be trying to look suggestive, something that was not quite in his lexicon of facial expressions yet. Sure enough, after a few seconds, he was blushing and turning away to grin his laughter.
“What are you doing?” Kurt giggled, more amused, than impatient now. (Though the part of him still throbbing insistently between his legs would probably beg to differ…)
“You’re not the only one who did research, you know,” Dave said, giggles under control again. Crossing his hands at the hem of his shirt, he deftly wriggled out of the tight mesh by uncrossing and raising his arms up over his head in one smooth move.
W-whoa…
The scales had swung back around; Impatient was definitely in the lead again.
Kurt swallowed hard, unable to take his eyes off him. Dave Karofsky might be a big guy, but there was nothing…soft about him.
“O-oh, yeah?” he challenged, mouth suddenly gone dry.
“Yeah.” Dave grabbed a bottle of water from his desk and opened it. “I didn’t exactly have porn to watch, but I did find something interesting on Hulu…” His face was deadly serious, eyes glued to Kurt’s. “T-this made a pretty…um, big impression on me and I…I thought it might on you, too…”
Deliberately. That’s the way Kurt could describe Dave’s breathing right now, as though he was intentionally slowing it down, trying to set up a rhythm or something. Whichever, as he did so, his eyes had lasered in on Kurt’s, staring at him from beneath those gorgeous arched brows, and Kurt suddenly felt very exposed – naked, wanting, pinned to the bed.
He was also thinking that there was something oddly familiar about what Dave was doing. He couldn’t pin it down, but the uncertainty, and the drop-dead dead-sexiness, thrilled him to his toes.
With a quick twist, Dave suddenly unscrewed the cap of the water bottle, held it over his head, and poured the whole thing onto himself.
Oh-oh, god…
He was fully hard in an instant.
If he hadn’t been utterly speechless, he would have complimented Dave on his choice of inspiration. Long ago, Brian Kinney and the boys from Queer as Folk had opened up a world to him and now…
Ah…
His hand strayed into his lap – the water threading its way down Dave’s golden torso had his mouth watering – when suddenly Karofsky burst out laughing.
“Guess I shoulda gotten the 16-ounce, not the 2-liter, huh?”
Oblivious to the effect he was having on Kurt, Dave was looking at the puddle forming around his feet, swearing softly under his breath.
“Shit! Gonna have to drag the friggin’ shop vac up—”
Kurt didn’t let him finish.
They could worry about drying out the faded shag later; right now Dave’s goofy mouth needed kissing.
By the time Kurt let him up for air, they were both breathing heavily and neither one cared about the carpeting.
“Dave?” Kurt whispered, voice more air than sound.
“Um…uh-huh?”
“How-how about we throw out our research and…just do what feels right?” He snaked the tip of his tongue out to wet his lips, Dave’s eyes tracking the move closely.
“You mean, like this,” Dave asked hoarsely. Eyes locked on Kurt’s, he slid both hands down Kurt’s bare back. Settling on his ass, he pulled Kurt close, hard and fast, making them both gasp.
Oh!
Kurt could barely breath, could barely think straight. There was heat everywhere they came together and the feeling of Dave, all umpteen inches of him, pressed tightly against him – length against length – was the most incredible thing he had ever felt.
“Y-yes,” Kurt responded, fighting the urge to let his eyes roll back into his head. “Or-or even like this,” he whispered, slipping his arms around Dave’s neck, the fingers of one hand threading into Dave’s short hair to pull him closer. There was the tiniest sound in the back of Dave’s throat, and then he surrendered to it.
The kiss was hungry and sweet, all at once, Dave’s tongue gentle against his, even as he ground his quite evident bliss against Kurt’s equally evident joy. Hanging on for dear life, Kurt threw his head back, gasping for breath as Dave sucked desperately at his ear lobe, his neck, the cleft of his chin, his mouth.
When Kurt opened his eyes again, Dave’s were fixed on his; breathless, Dave inclined his chin toward the bed, Kurt responded with an equally breathless nod.
When he felt the comforter against the back of his calves, he sat down with a bounce, finding himself once again face to face with navy blue knit. The fabric did little to disguise Dave’s arousal, outlining it, accentuating it; mesmerizing Kurt and leaving him fairly certain he’d never seen anything so beautiful in all his life…
Pulling himself out of the trance, he looked up and raised an eyebrow in inquiry, then decided not to wait for a response; slipping his fingers into the waist band, he pulled it towards him, out of deference, and reverence, for Dave’s condition, before pulling down. Eyes still glued to the prize, he guided the shorts down blindly and Dave obliged with a little wiggle to speed progress, the effect of which delighted Kurt.
Bounce!
Mouth watering, he slid his hands up Dave’s furry thighs, leaned in with a deep sigh and opened his mouth.
He was just about to have a taste when Dave slipped a hand under his chin and shook his head ‘no.’
Wait - no?
Before he could ask him why, Dave was pressing him back into the mattress, mouth and tongue against his, one hand slipped into his hair. His strong hips worked slowly, moving them, slick, against each other, and Kurt whimpered deep in his throat. The hand slid down Kurt’s trembling body until it found them both, wrapping itself around them, pulling, pressing, thumbing…
The whimper became a moan and Kurt was gasping for air.
Lips against his skin, suckling at the juncture of shoulder and neck, then lower, to nibble at a swollen nub, Dave withdrew his hand, dialing back his efforts; pulling away to gaze into Kurt’s flushed face, he reverently traced the line of his lips with a finger tip, and with a barely perceptible nod, slipped one, then two, inside.
Kurt moaned against them, as much from the sensation as from the understanding of why he was doing it.
He didn’t learn this from my porn, and certainly not from Brian Kinney…
Dave was sucking at his throat now, teeth grazing his adam’s apple and when Kurt moaned at the sensation, he heard Karofsky moan in response, perhaps to the feeling of it vibrating beneath his lips.
Oh-oh god! Who cares where he learned it. He’s a sexual savant, that’s what he is…
Letting his thighs fall away, Kurt pulled Dave in closer with his heels, bucking up against him – so hard, so hot. Dave withdrew his fingers from Kurt’s mouth, replacing them with his lips. While he traced the roof of Kurt’s mouth with the tip of his tongue, his fingers slid down Kurt’s belly, paused to gather moisture from both weeping heads, then slipped down below and beyond. Circling for a moment, teasing, he carefully pushed past resistance, first one and then, when it was easier, another.
Kurt was whimpering steadily now, frantically working himself against the press of fingers and the pull of palm and when he could stand it no longer, he pulled his mouth away from Dave’s.
“You, Dave. No more fingers! I want you…”
With an effort, Dave disengaged himself and sat back panting. “Are you sure,” he asked, though from the look of him, he couldn’t have survived a ‘no.’
Body mourning the loss of sensation, Kurt glared at him in utter disbelief. “Are-are you kidding?!!”
How can he just sit there like that – big chest heaving, and god, he’s so hard…
“Yeah. Yeah, I was,” Dave snorted, though he seemed rather uncomfortable. “I went for the laugh. Not a good time?”
What?!
Kurt thought his head was going to explode.
“Have you been reading the “How to Ruin the Mood” Handbook, Dave Karofsky?!” Exasperated, Kurt threw himself back amongst the pillows. “I don’t get you! I just don’t get you.”
In an instant, Dave was back on the bed, big body covering his, both hands on Kurt’s face, in his hair, kissing him with such force, such purpose, that Kurt forgot to breathe.
Kurt could feel Dave’s heart hammering away in his chest – or was it his own? – feel his hips, feel his heat, feel the utter seriousness, the utter reverence with which he was touching him.
“Do you have any idea how much I want you, Kurt Hummel,” he whispered, all trace of humor vanished. “I’ve wanted you since the 6^th grade when you walked across the playground in those pink jeans of yours. I’ve wanted you since before I knew what it meant.” He paused, stroking Kurt’s cheek with his thumb. “If I didn’t…if I didn’t stop us every so often…I’m really afraid of what I might do to you.”
Oh, he’s afraid he’ll…
Kurt was touched beyond words, but a part of him also wondered if Dave’s attempts to hold back weren’t tied to his guilt over the sometimes violent way he’d taken his frustrations out on Kurt not so long ago – and to Kurt’s apparent PTS over it.
Oh, Dave…
He didn’t know how to say ‘I wouldn’t be here right now if I were still scared,’ without raising the specter once again, so instead, he just leaned up and kissed Dave softly.
“I’m not some porcelain doll, Dave,” he said. “And I’m not some girl. I’m not going to break.” With a devilish grin, he leaned up again, closing his teeth on the jut of Dave’s chin. “I’m not scared of you, Dave Karofsky.” He grabbed a handful of butt cheek and squeezed hard. “Maybe you’re the one who should be scared.”
“Oh, yeah?” Dave’s laughter was full-on and infectious. It resonated through his body and set off vibrations in Kurt’s. “I’m willing to chance it.” His hands were in Kurt’s hair again; he seemed to really love feeling it between his fingers. “Shall we?”
Nodding, Kurt felt his face suddenly redden in embarrassment. Even after all they’d done – they’d been lying, naked, against each other for forever now – he was reminded of just how momentous this act truly was. What it meant to him. What it meant to them both.
I couldn’t share this, this first time, with anyone else, Dave Karofsky.
Their eyes met for a moment, a moment of understanding and longing, and then Dave took a deep breath, reaching over to the night stand to grab a square packet and the slender black bottle he placed there earlier.
For a moment Dave looked unsure of himself and when Kurt moved to help, he blushed gratefully. Kurt tore the package open, looked up briefly to catch Dave’s eye and smile, then bent and rolled it on. The feel of the length in his hands was intoxicating and Kurt would have liked to linger, perhaps slip it into his mouth again, but Dave’s breathing was growing more ragged and he sensed that in spite of their past efforts to let off steam – Dave didn’t have long.
He knew he didn’t have long himself…
Sliding back onto the bed, bottle in hand, he drew Dave towards him with a raised brow.
Upending the bottle, he squeezed some of the liquid into Dave’s trembling hand then leaning forward, kissed him deliberately and very deeply. Dave was breathless when Kurt released him, but seemed to have regained his confidence.
Pressing Kurt back onto the comforter, he hovered over him, dipping down to nip at Kurt’s shoulder and run his tongue over the hollow of his throat, at the same time working Kurt’s thighs apart with his knees, palming his heat with one hand while slicking his own with the other. Kurt drew breath in sharply through clenched teeth when Dave’s oiled fingers once again teased at his resistance, but he was soon relaxed and whimpering insistently, working himself heatedly against two, then three, and when he reached out to grab Dave’s arousal and pull, Dave gasped, then giggled nervously.
Message received…
It took some negotiating, but eventually they found the position and arrangement that worked best for them both. Dave was slow and careful, teasing with the tip, then withdrawing, moving in a bit, then resting, pulling out, then slipping back in. It was painful for them both, for different reasons, but after a few minutes, Dave lay flush against him, chest heaving from restraint, kissing Kurt deeply to draw his focus from the pain.
A moment later and Kurt couldn’t stop himself from moving and with a sharp intake of breath, Dave was moving with him, slowly at first, carefully, but when Kurt grabbed at his butt cheeks and pulled, bucking up to meet him, Dave giggled and picked up the pace.
Filled with sensation, filled with Dave, filled with curiosity about this new world of discovery they had both just entered, Kurt knew they would have to save the real exploration for the next time. This first time wouldn’t be a lyrical and beautiful coming together of two young men who desired each other deeply (though the casual observer would no doubt heartily disagree), it would be, now that they’d bridged this last hurdle, a heated, frantic, sweating race to the finish that would nonetheless satisfy them both utterly and leave them breathless and moaning their bliss for several minutes to come. (And not without a hand clamped briefly over Kurt’s mouth to muffle his joyous screaming.)
It wasn’t long, though, before certain realities had begun to seep into Kurt’s consciousness, even as spent and as giddy as he was. For instance, he’d made a mental note of the time this last…phase had begun and from start to raucous finish, a mere five minutes had passed, counting…um, prep time. Self confidence wasn’t usually a problem he had to contend with, but this had been his first time and he couldn’t help wondering if it hadn’t, as they say, really been all that, after all.
“W-was…was it…” Kurt was having a hard time annunciating again, a problem compounded by the apparent lack of oxygen in the room – and his reluctance to actually ask the question.
“W-was what…what?” The O₂ drop seemed to be affecting Dave just as badly.
They were both hanging over the side of the bed, Dave half draped over Kurt’s slender, and now boneless, frame. Turning his head so he could look Dave in the eye, no easy feat in his current state, he drew in a shuddering breath, screwed up his courage, and repeated, this time more clearly, “W-was it worth the wait?”
Dave looked at him like he’d suddenly been rendered in Leggos…then he grabbed him in those big hands of his, rolling him over and gathering him to his broad chest.
“Are you kidding,” he asked, kissing Kurt’s sweaty forehead. “Every, single minute – all two months and seven years of it!” And then, because Kurt had Confused Face on, Dave added, “Pink jeans on the playground?”
“I rocked those jeans.” Kurt smiled and yawned at the same time.
“I know,” Dave said, lips on Kurt’s neck, one hand slipping between his cheeks again.
“Hey, don’t you think two times is enough for now,” Kurt asked, making a half-hearted attempt to pull himself out of Dave’s strong grasp.
“Three times,” Dave said, tongue tracing the thread of a pulse port, now gaining speed again.
“No, no, no.” Kurt was shaking his head now. “You did. Then I did. Then we did. That’s twice each. Ow!” Dave was suckling at that shoulder/neck juncture again and had gotten carried away.
“No, I did when you did, so for me, it’s three.”
You what?
“When I did?”
Dave looked up, nodding. “I did.”
I repeat, you what?
This didn’t seem to make sense to Kurt at all.
“Really?”
Dave wet his lips. “Oh, yeah.”
Still – no sense.
His mouth was trying to form the question, but he still couldn’t quite wrap his brain around it.
Dave, ever perceptive, came to his rescue.
“You were just so, so beautiful – face all flushed, eyes screwed shut, so into what I was doing to you – and you were making…th-these noises that just made my toes curl—”
“I thought you said I was making too much noise?”
“Well, I didn’t want to old lady next door to hear you – but that didn’t mean I didn’t like it.” He slipped a hand between them, wrapping his fingers around him, smiling when Kurt gasped. “Heeey… Now that I think of it, we’re not even. I owe you one.”
Because the oxygen situation in the room hadn’t really improved yet (and Dave was quickly stroking Kurt to brainless), Kurt just looked at him, confused.
“One what?”
And that was all he got to ask before Dave had swallowed him whole again and he was fighting for air. Dave was a wild man – after all that, how could he still be a wild man?. Kurt found himself whimpering as Dave stroked the skin beneath where he was working, then spouting gibberish when the fingers kept moving downward, moving within, moving...
Before his eyes rolled back into his head, he caught a quick glimpse of the clock – 10:40 pm.
At the pace Dave was setting, he expected to be screaming, no doubt with a hand clamped over his mouth in, oh, two minutes…
That’s okay…
They had plenty of time to learn how to slow down.
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