Chapter 2

"Hey Kurt, come sit with us," David called out. Kurt grabbed his plate and headed over to join the Warblers.

He ate and listened to the others talk for a while, contributing only when he had something clever to say.

Kurt was quite pleased when he managed to make them laugh several times over the course of the meal.

"So do you have a lot of homework?" James, who was sitting to his left, asked Kurt.

"Tons," Kurt sighed. "About half of my teachers looked at my McKinley coursework and decided I was caught up in their classes - but the other half decided I have to do a whole month's work."

"Yikes," Greg winced. "Hey, we have four classes together - let me know if you need any help."

"Thanks," Kurt said, smiling shyly at the boy. "I will definitely take you up on that."

"Good," James said from his other side. "Want to study with us tomorrow night?"

"Oh, sure," Kurt nodded.

"Eight pm," Greg said firmly. "My room is number 436."

"Don't break him," Eli chuckled.

Kurt looked at him in confusion.

"Oh, we're always very careful," James said. His hand slipped around Kurt, and Greg squeezed it.

Kurt didn't miss the loving look the boys exchanged.

"Oh, you two are together? You should have asked me to move," Kurt said, flushing.

"Don't worry," James said warmly.

"We definitely don't mind you... coming between us," Greg said, quite lasciviously.

Kurt blushed furiously.

"Kurt, I wanted to show you something," Wes said smoothly.

"Oh, all right," Kurt smiled at the other boy, grateful for an escape. "Good night, you guys." He hurried away after Wes, still quite red.

"Blaine's right, you're quite pretty when you blush," Wes said, quite matter-of-fact.

"You're not helping it go away," Kurt murmured, looking away.

Wes caught his hand and winked at him.

"Have you seen the astronomy tower yet?"

"You have an astronomy tower?" Kurt asked wondrously.

"Well, I suppose its just a room, on the top floor - but it has a balcony and a gorgeous telescope, if you're interested."

Kurt accepts shyly, his heart thudding a little faster as Wes beams at him. They walk up, chatting about their favorite music. Kurt learns that Wes' all time favorite band is Aerosmith, but he also loves Belle and Sebastian.

"Here we go."

Wes produces a key and unlocks the door. They step in, then walk out onto the balcony. Kurt looks around.

The Dalton grounds are even more magnificent in the dark. The pond sparkles in the starlight, and the ivy on all the old buildings is so bold.

"I knew it," Wes whispers, and Kurt turns. "You look amazing in the moonlight."

Kurt's blushing again, and almost wants to say something - but he's quite sure they didn't come up here just to talk.

Wes steps forward, and Kurt leans back against the balcony's railing as he tilts his head up. Wes has a brilliant smile, and his eyes shine in the light just so.

He snakes a hand up slowly, caressing Kurt's jaw, running down his neck lightly. Tingles race across Kurt's skin. Kurt is ready to be kissed, but Wes is just touching him, running a hand down his chest, under his blazer.

"I hear you're quite fashionable, when you're not forced into a uniform," Wes says softly. He just watches Kurt, who sighs softly as Wes's hand dips to stroke his hip bone.

"I have excellent style," Kurt says, half-proud, half-giddy with anticipation.

"Mmm, I'd love to see it sometime," Wes says, his eyes closing slightly. He leans in, and breathes hot against Kurt's ear. "You smell delectable," Wes whispers, and sucks Kurt's earlobe into his hot wet perfect mouth.

Kurt moans unashamedly, and Wes groans in response, moving his lips to press tiny kisses against Kurt's jaw. He kisses his way down unhurriedly, and Kurt is slowly tilting, trying to get that hot mouth on his own.

Wes purposely avoids it, and kisses down Kurt's neck, a little wetter now. Kurt is shivering, and its not from the cool night air. A hand is sliding up and down his back, softly massaging his lower back, and curling Kurt further in, his back arching.

As Wes comes back up the other side, he licks a firm wet line from Kurt's chin to his ear, leaving Kurt shuddering and needing more.

Kurt really can't take the teasing anymore. He grabs Wes' head in his hands and kisses him hard. Wes simply moves into the kiss, tipping Kurt's head back with a powerful hand, easily moving deep, stroking his tongue inside, enjoying the way Kurt opened up to him, letting him do as he liked.

He doesn't know when it happened, but Wes is pressed up against him, and when one hand moves to his thigh to push his legs further apart, Kurt lets it happen.

Wes steps in closer, and Kurt can feel him, hot and hard against his own hardness. He has another boy's cock against him. He made Wes this hard. Yes, Kurt did that.

His head spins, and when Wes begins to rock against him Kurt cries out.

"Ohhh," Kurt moans, rocking right back. Wes makes an approving noise in the back of his throat and slides a hand up and under Kurt's shirt.

When Kurt shrieks into Wes' mouth and the reason why hits him, he's astonished. He'd never known his nipples were that sensitive before. Then Wes is unbuttoning his shirt, all the way, and ducking his head.

He takes one of the hardened nubs into his mouth, and Kurt just grabs the back of his head and pushes him in closer.

Wes has an amazing tongue, flicking and nibbling and sucking, and Kurt has a sudden hot flash as he imagines Wes' tongue on his cock. But Wes never stops rocking against him, and the friction is just a little too amazing, because Kurt is getting so close already.

"Close. Wes," Kurt begs, and Wes comes back up, eyes glittering, and kisses him deep andlongingly, long sweeps of the tongue and hard sucks on Kurt's bottom lip making the boy fall apart even faster.

Wes shifts slightly, one hand on Kurt's ass, the other pinching his nipples, and this is it, Kurt is sure of it, because he's starting to make that climb… When the hand on his ass lifts and slides into his underwear, curving along his ass, and sliding over his entrance.

Kurt gulps a breath of air like he's starved for it, and Wes is rubbing in circles over his hole, his hips matching the movements.

It's so much, and Kurt bucks, his head falling back, his hips trying to get friction on his cock andpush Wes inside of him, crying out into the night sky as Wes obliges and pushes into him, curving to find...

"Yes fuck more Wes please yes nnnngh," Kurt babbles, and he's about to come, rubbing himself frantically on Wes and he's going to soak his perfectly good pants with his come, and oh hell that's going to be a bitch to clean, Kurt realizes as he tips over the edge and screams…

"Wes!"

Wes groans, his finger pushing deeply inside Kurt, feeling him spasm around him, like he's going to around his cock this weekend, and Wes bites down on Kurt's neck, loving every single noise Kurt makes as he shudders through his climax. Kurt is stammering his name now, and he's saying it with such awe that Wes just pulls him closer and ruts harder into him and comes until there's stars in his eyes.

Kurt clings to Wes, watching him come, his face strong and sexy and wow Kurt wants to try this again without clothes on because just seeing Wes come undone like this makes his dick twitch again.

When Wes opens his eyes, they're half-lidded and dark with pleasure.

"You are amazing in the moonlight."

Kurt laughs happily, and kisses him sweetly.

"You're so hot," Kurt says in awe. "I… I've never made a boy come before."

"It won't be your last," Wes says, in this dark way that's so beautiful because it follows up with… "I'll be dreaming about you all the time now that I know how sexy you are like this."

Kurt is blushing again, and Wes knows just what to say to make him feel confident and sexy. He feels like he's happily melting into Wes, and the dark haired boy is just holding him close, and its so intimate and lovely and Kurt thinks that he could really get used to this.

They kiss for a little longer, savoring the sweetness of the aftershocks. Wes tastes salty-sweet, and Kurt tries to memorize his taste because he wants to keep it for a while.

Wes walks Kurt to his room.

"Good night," he says warmly, his hands caressing Kurt's hips as he kisses him sweetly, with just a flick of tongue that makes Kurt's toes tingle.

"Good night, Wes," Kurt says breathlessly, and watches the boy go. He goes inside, leans back against his door, slides down to his butt, and giggles.

He feels so wanted, like he's never been wanted before. It every day is going to be like this… He's going to love it, but he's also going to be exhausted…

Kurt looks at his clock and jumps up as he realizes its eight pm. He knows that he really needs to buckle down and do his homework right away because he's meeting Blaine at eleven.

But first… he looks down at himself, and feels his sticky pants…

Yeah, first he needs to shower.

Kurt is doing his Advanced French homework when someone knocks on his door.

It's David, grinning, with a cd in his hand.

"Hey," he says, bouncing past Kurt and into his room. "Nice set up. So! I don't know what kinds of music you like - besides musicals, given your audition song was Defying Gravity. But I thought I'd put together some of my fave songs and see what you think."

David is wearing dark blue skinny jeans and a tight black shirt, and Kurt can't help but check him out.

"And I am so loving those corduroys," David adds. "Damn, boy. Okay, you've got to spin for me."

Kurt blushes and twirls.

"That is a nice fit on you," David nods, and whoa his voice is sexy when it's low like that. "Aha! Your stereo!"

Kurt blinks, trying to figure out how David goes from one thought to another so quickly. Also, Kurt hasn't managed to get in a word since David came in, not even a hello - David hasn't really shut his mouth.

"So you've got to tell me what you think of these," David says, as he flops onto Kurt's bed. "I've ordered it autobiographically. These are my favorite songs in high school, in order of which I fell in love with first... Come on, sit with me."

Kurt can't help but settle down next to him as the first song begins to play.

"I love this song!" He exclaims.

"Yeah, Simon and Garfunkel are classic," David sighs.

"In restless dreams I walked alone," Kurt sings softly. "Narrow streets of cobblestone… Neath the halo of a street lamp. I turned my collar to the cold and damp…"

"When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light," David joins in, his voice a sweet, powerful baritone. "That split the night… and touched the sound of silence."

Kurt can't help but grin at him. Their voices are perfect together, weaving together then apart again, smooth and strong in their respective octaves.

When the song ends, a faster beat starts up, one that Kurt isn't familiar with. David grabs his hand and pulls him off the bed.

"You have to dance with me," David says, quite no-nonsense. "This is an amazing song and haven't you heard... I can't believe you haven't heard this before." He begins to shimmy his hips, and Kurt mimics him easily.

This is where I'll be, so heavenly, so come and dance with me Michael!

"So sexy," David waggles his eyebrows as he spins Kurt, and then they're dancing closer than before, David's hand warm and steady on his hip.

"I'm sexy," David continues with a wink. "So come and dance with me, Michael. I'm all that you see, you wanna see, so come and dance with me Michael. So close now, so close now, so come and dance with me… So come and dance with me… So come and dance with me!"

Kurt laughs breathlessly as David begins to spin him rather continuously, then tugs him in, pressing their bodies firmly together, hip against hip - and Kurt's body is going to betray him, he knows it, as he begins to swell in his pants.

"Michael, you're the boy with all the leather hips, sticky hair, sticky hips, stubble on my sticky lips," David sang lowly, sending shivers racing up Kurt's arms and down his spine. David is a strong dancer, lithe and powerful, and he just swings Kurt about the room. Kurt feels light and giddy, and doesn't want the song to ever end.

David dips Kurt like he weighs as much as a feather, then pulls him halfway up and brushes his lips across Kurt's. He holds him there for a moment, and Kurt gasps a little, because he's just danglingthere with only David holding him.

"Michael, you're dancing like a beautiful dance whore," David croons, and Kurt mewls just so, his spine curving even more into David's touch.

As David slides him up, his hands fall to Kurt's hips and lift him up. Kurt spreads his legs automatically, wrapping them around David's waist as the taller boy continues to dance while carrying him.

"This is what I am, I am a man," David sings, and Kurt just wants to say I know, I know, so freaking take me already!

David is strong and enticing, and Kurt wants to try that kiss again. He leans in, his tongue slides daringly into David's mouth, and something in David just switches on. He strides to Kurt's bed - falling purposefully onto his knees, knocking the breath out of Kurt before David just latches on to his mouth and sucks hard on Kurt's tongue.

Kurt whimpered and fisted his hands in David's shirt.

"You taste so fucking good," David hisses before exploring Kurt's mouth.

Not only is he pinned, but David is pressing down on him, keeping him moving, keeping his breaths short and panting…

"Salty sweet," David whispers in awe and dives right back in.

Kurt pauses in the kiss, remembering that phrase - oh right - Kurt had thought it about Wes' mouth before.

"Do I taste like Wes?" He asks curiously, and David just groans at his words as his eyes flicker shut, and Kurt imagines Wes here with them, kissing David hard, palming him roughly…

Imaginary Wes has a good idea, Kurt reckons, and he slides his hand boldly downward. He can feelDavid through his jeans, radiating heat, and David rocks right into his hand, his eyes opening and focusing on Kurt, his hands moving to support his weight and not squish Kurt completely…

Kurt watches David above him, rocking into his hand, and bravely, curiously, he pulls at the button on his jeans. It pops undone, and David shudders as Kurt slowly takes the zipper and pulls it down.

He's breathing heavily as he works David's jeans down, and sees the significant erection tenting his boxers.

"Kurt," David groans, and Kurt just smiles, feeling a little naughty and a lot proud of himself.

He's going to see it.

Another boy's hard cock.

Kurt touches David hesitantly through his boxers, and receives a guttural moan in reply.

"Harder," David begs. Kurt squeezes, and then a thought comes to his mind.

Why is he so nervous? He has a cock too, and he knows what it likes. He has, in fact, spent days of his life figuring out exactly what it likes.

Suddenly grinning, Kurt pulls down David's boxers and takes his hard cock in his hand - pausing for a moment to admire it because… well! It's long, curved, dark, and hot - Kurt really wants to try putting it in his mouth. Somehow he reckons David would taste really good.

But first - he's going to stroke it, like he would his own cock. David moans, thrusting into his hand, and Kurt can't really look away from it because really, this is awesome.

"That's…" David gasps. "So good, Kurt."

"Mmm," Kurt says pleasantly, and rubs his fingers over the head while still stroking with his other hand. David bucks up into his grasp, and Kurt licks his lips which are suddenly dry.

"Ahh," David moans, and pushes down, pinning Kurt's hands to his cock, trapped between their bodies. He reaches for his shirt and yanks it off, then reaches for Kurt's. With a bit of wiggling, Kurt's shirt is off, and David is yanking his pants down, not even bothering to fully unzip them. Kurt groans, and David finishes his plan to get them both naked.

Kurt stares up at him, then down at himself.

David lowers himself a little bit, carefully - and Kurt just watches as their cocks touch for the first time.

"Fuck," Kurt whimpers. "That's hot…"

"Yeah," David agrees, and then he's lowering himself again, pretty much pinning Kurt again, and their cocks are trapped against each other.

"Ohh," Kurt says, wide eyed. They look so good against each other, he can't hep but think. His skin is so pale against David's beautiful dark skin, and its like art.

"Sexy, sexy art," David purrs, and Kurt starts to giggle as he realizes he'd said his last thought aloud. His giggle is cut off harshly as David rolls his hips.

"Ahh, do that again," Kurt demands.

David obliges, their cocks rubbing together, slicked amazingly well, Kurt assumes, by the embarrassingly large amounts of pre-come he knows he's leaking everywhere.

Then David curves his back, and fastens his mouth over Kurt's nipple. He bites the tiny nub, and Kurt shrieks, he can't help it.

David hums contentedly, and nuzzles at Kurt's chest before biting across it, over to the other nipple. Kurt is kind of confused as to why being bit feels so good, but it does and David had better notstop.

Kurt is grabbing at David's back, scratching a little, and David really likes that, cause he just moans around Kurt's nipples and rolls his hips even harder. Kurt's starting to feel dizzy, and something really powerful is pooling in his belly.

Maybe David can sense it, or he's just really good, because he doesn't stop what he's doing, frotting steadily and forcefully into Kurt. The boy on bottom rocks back up into him, mewling and gasping and almost crying because how is it the best time every time he does this?

He has a hot, amazing boy above him, whispering compliments in his ear, bringing him to a slow, amazing climax, and Kurt can't quite think about anything other than this.

"David, David, David," Kurt repeats, like a mantra, and he's just about out of his mind with lust.

"Kurt," David's deep voice is just so low that it vibrates through all of him, and all of Kurt's body really likes that.

David is rocking him into the bed so hard that Kurt has to gasp for breath every time he goes back up.

"More," Kurt begs. "David, David, fuck me," and David just loses it, tensing for a second before he jerks against Kurt, rougher than ever before, spurting all over him, just bellowing, and Kurt clings to him, bucking up into him, feeling hot come on his cock, and seeing David shatter to pieces above him is too much.

Kurt screams, his orgasm jolting through him like lightning, spending himself between them, rocking and thrusting and fuck this is so damn good.

David slows before Kurt, and manages to keep himself up with his arms. He rolls over, and as he does so, pulls Kurt with him.

They end up face to face, panting practically into each other's mouths, and David closes the distance and kisses him messily, both of their mouths open and wet and breathing hard, and Kurt still loves it because this is real and they did this together, brought each other off, and he's shivering happily.

David tugs him close, and they lay there for a while, recovering their breath and the energy to do anything but fall asleep together. Kurt wonders what it would be like to just do that - and wake up sticky and stuck together.

They would laugh, and tumble into the shower together, washing each other gently, still laughing, until Kurt grabbed David's cock and they'd laugh into each other's mouths and rub together again under the hot spray, until they were spent again and starving for breakfast.

But when David pulls away, Kurt doesn't mind either.

"So hot," he breathes, half a compliment and half a complaint.

"Totally," Kurt agrees. They lie on their backs, and then they glance down and see how messy they are.

"Washcloths," Kurt declares, and he pads off to the bathroom. David follows, whistling to the current song - Kurt had totally forgotten about the music, he was so wrapped up in… well, David - that he hadn't heard any of it, not really.

Kurt gets two warm washcloths ready, and cleans David up first. He takes his soft cock in his hand and wipes around it carefully.

David watches him with soft, caring eyes. He was attracted to Kurt from the moment he met him, but this… David realizes how easy it would be to fall in love with this boy.

"Hey," David says quietly as Kurt finishes, and Kurt looks up. David kisses him softly, chastely, and Kurt suddenly feels domestic and comfortable, and cared for.

"Hey yourself," Kurt sighs, and David is taking the other washcloth and cleaning him off too.

"If I didn't think you needed sleep, I'd stay for another round," David says thoughtfully, but not regretfully.

"Oh, sleep," Kurt says hungrily. "None of that for me anyhow. I'm going over to Blaine's at eleven."

David glances at the clock.

"Uh, Kurt? It's eleven ten already."

"Damn," Kurt swears, and runs back into his room.

David watches him running, his cock bouncing slightly, and grins appreciatively. Kurt has a fineass. One that is just begging for his thick cock to slide inside it and show it what its missing…

Later, David tells himself.

Kurt redresses, but he doesn't have time to shower.

"See you tomorrow," David tells him, and takes his head and tilts it back, taking all control of the kiss as Kurt has to grab David again not to just fall, and his kiss is knowing and promising, and Kurt slowly begins to harden again.

"See you then," Kurt waves to him as he leaves. He takes a moment to get his bearings, then hurries out himself, locking the door behind him.

David may have wiped the come off of his body, but Kurt knows he still smells like sex. And probably very strongly of David.

Kurt shivers at the thought.

He feels pretty slutty.

It's a delightful feeling.

He sashays down the hall towards Blaine's room. When he gets there, he raps on it once, twice - and the door swings open.

Blaine grabs him and yanks him inside, pinning his arms to the wall above his head.

He doesn't kiss Kurt, he just stares at him.

"You're late," he says coolly, and Kurt pants.

"Sorry, I was - "

"Screwing?" Blaine says, raising an eyebrow. He leans forward and inhales deeply.

"You stink of sex. Who's had you tonight? What did you do?" He doesn't sound too demanding, but Kurt feels, somehow, like he owes Blaine to tell him.

"Wes and I had sex on the astronomy tower."

"How far did you go?"

"We… dry humped. And he put his finger… in me," Kurt blushed.

Blaine sniffs again.

"I can smell David on you."

"Yeah, David came by…" Kurt looks up boldly. "We had some amazing frottage."

Blaine licks his lips at the image. If he didn't want Kurt all to himself, he really would like to watch him with David - that would be hot.

"So you've still never had anyone… come inside of you?"

"No," Kurt whispers, trembling.

"Are you willing to?" Blaine says, low and sweet and hopeful.

"Is the Pope Catholic - " Kurt begins, his eyes twinkling, and Blaine kisses him hard. Kurt has done so much kissing tonight, but this…

It's positively mind melting.

"I'm going to give you the best orgasm of your life," Blaine hisses into his ear, and Kurt just moans and pushes his clothed cock forward against Blaine's.

"Oh, Blaine. Promises, promises, promises."