Chapter 7

Wes bites his lip as David sinks into him. He tries not to look David in the eye - he's too afraid he's going to give it all away.

"Hard, fuck me hard," he chokes out, and David just smiles as he obliges.

Wes is trembling in mere minutes - David clearly hasn't forgotten how to angle just right…

"It's been a long time since we've done this," David says, voice low and eyes just looking at him.

"I… guess so," Wes gasps. Eleven months. Sixteen days.

"You feel so good," David groans, and he takes Wes' left leg and drapes it over his shoulder. "You always liked this position…"

"Fuck." Wes' eyes rolled back.

"Still do, I see," David said triumphantly. How had he gone so long without this? Had he just forgotten how perfect Wes looked under him, how amazing he felt...

"You okay?" David asks, shocked as he sees tears brimming in Wes' eyes.

"Yes, just…" Wes grimaces as David slows, rocking steadily into him. "Go fast. Please."

"Oh, I don't want it to be over just yet," David says lowly.

It's slow now - so sweet and too much like making love for Wes to stand it.

"Wes - you're crying," David whispers in astonishment.

"No, I'm… not."

"Yes you are." David stops, buried deep inside of him, and lifts Wes' chin. "What is it? You can tell me anything. Come on, Wes, you're my best friend."

Wes' sob is audible now, and David is shocked when he brings his arms up, trying to shove David off. David just grabs his hands and pins them above his head.

"You don't get to run away from me," David chastised, rolling his hips once into Wes' quivering body.

"Okay, just fuck me, please, I just want it fast," he babbles.

David stares down at him, thinking.

"Tell me why, Wes. What's wrong with this? Going slow, showing you I care about you?"

"Don't - you can't - feels like…"

"Like what?"

"Like we're making love." It's barely a whisper, but David hears it. He sees the anguish in Wes' eyes, and his whole body shivers as a look of dawning comprehension covers his face.

"And that's what you want?"

Wes closed his eyes miserably.

"Wes, look at me."

"This was a bad idea - I'm sorry, you can - "

"Do you love me, Wes?"

Lying there, with David wrapped over and around him, holding him and taking him because Wes was his, always had been - Wes couldn't deny it.

David just smiled; he has the sweetest smile but how is he so forgiving, Wes thinks?

"We can - we can stop. You can - we can still just be best friends," Wes said, all in a rush. "Forget I ever said - just forget about - mmmph?"

David had caught him in a soft kiss. His tongue moved slow and languidly, and it was so unfair that he would never get this again, Wes thought, breaking apart inside - not now that David knew.

"I think I'm the luckiest man in the world," David said finally.

"…what?"

"You're amazing, Wes," David said sincerely. "I can't quite believe you love me."

"David," Wes whispered, confused. "That's - the nicest rejection I've ever…"

The boy above him shushed him gently and took his face in one warm, solid hand.

"It's not a rejection, Wes. Your love - its a big deal. It's - like you just told me I won the lottery. When I'd never even bought a ticket for it - but God, Wes, I'm not going to walk away from the best thing that I've ever been given."

Wes couldn't believe it.

"What are you going to do?"

David just smiled, and rolled his hips, just a little harder than before, and Wes can't help the moan that slips from his mouth.

"I'm going to do my best to make you happy."

They kissed again, deep and fully tasting each other for what felt like the first time all over again. It turns into a slow, thorough and teasing exploration with lips, tongues and teeth. It's so much more than just a kiss, and so much more than the need for company that brought them together in the past.

When they broke apart, breathing heavy into each other's mouths, Wes could only smile up at David in utter adoration.

"You are already," he whispered.

It's not fucking at all; there's no sharp, hard thrusts, just David, staying deep, keeping Wes pressed against him. Wes' head spins as David pushes his leg a little farther back, laying on top of him, chest to chest. He can't imagine having ever not wanted this - who needs fucking when your best friend is willing to make love to you?

Wes' world narrows to David. Their hands clutch at each other, fingers slotting together perfectly, and there's so much friction, and moaning, and heat, and closeness. Every move has David's cock rubbing softly against Wes' prostate, and they're swimming in it, and everything but David is blurred and unimportant.

David shivers as he watches Wes coming apart against him, mewling incoherently, mostly David and love and yours.

"Wes," he says in awe. And it hits him - he's in this as deep as Wes. It fills him up, this feeling, because he's never felt like this, felt this whole in such a terrifying way. He wants to say it now, return those words that Wes is giving him - but he wants Wes to really know its the truth, and not a spur of the moment feeling just because they're making love for the first time.

They're molded together, getting there so slowly, but its so worth it. David can't look away from Wes' eyes, looking up at him, and he was right, Wes is the best thing to ever happen to him.

It isn't one thing that pulls Wes over the edge. There's the feel of David's breath on his lips, the hot grip of their hands clutching together, the soft skin of David's balls pressed snug against his ass, the hand that strokes across his cheek - it's everything all together that does him in.

"Oh, oh, David, love, oh, David, yes," Wes mewls, his eyes wide and gorgeous.

This is real, Wes thinks, and he just curves up against his lover as his climax washes over him, stripping him of everything but the wild, unconstrained love he's feeling right now and forever.

David looks at Wes at he shudders through his orgasm, thinking - he's so beautiful - and he's pulled into unquestionably the most intense orgasm he's ever had.

They wake up the next morning, still wrapped in each other, and make out lazily for half an hour, until they're both too hard to ignore it any longer, and just rock against each other until they really need showers.

"Would you hold my hand in the halls today?" David asks boldly.

"Of course," Wes replies, still not quite believing his luck.

"Good," David smiles, and taking Wes' hand, he kisses it softly.

The moment Dianne sees Wes and David holding hands; she drops her tray onto the table and shrieks.

"Oh my god - finally!"

David grins, and Wes blushes as they make their way over to the Warblers' table. Dianne rushes to hug Wes, who hugs her back tightly. Eli claps David on the back.

"I can't wait to tell Nick. I'm pretty sure he won the pool."

"The pool?" David and Wes look equally astonished.

"We were betting on you guys getting together," Howard explained. "Nobody bet that it would never happen, but Theo thought it wouldn't happen until after Dalton."

"I expected it would take you guys another year at least to get your heads out of your asses," Theo drawled.

"What did inspire this - change?" Max asked.

Wes and David sat down at the same time - Wes gasped a little, and adjusted carefully.

"Oh, that's how," Blaine drawled.

"I think it was Kurt who brought us together," David said thoughtfully.

"Oh - did you give him the Wes and David special?" Greg asked, and James giggled.

"The what?" David frowned.

"I think they mean…" Wes made a dirty gesture, and Max spat out his drink as he laughed.

"Ahh… We haven't." David reached for Wes' hand, and looked at him carefully. They communicated silently, in that way that the Warblers had seen them do for years.

"Maybe in a couple weeks," Wes said softly. "Once we've had some time to ourselves."

"Enjoy the honeymoon," Blaine said, reaching out to pat his friends' joined hands. They smiled at him in thanks.

"Whoa - where have you been?" Gabriel spoke up.

The Warblers turned to look at Jeff, who was just sitting down. His face was pink, his hair mussed and his lips red and swollen.

"Class," he said smugly.

"What did he do to you?" Max leaned forward in anticipation.

Jeff shivered slightly, and whispered something to Max that made the larger boy's eyes go wide and dark.

The rest of the Warblers watched Jeff curiously - then looked up as Kurt came to sit down.

The countertenor looked somewhat better put together than Jeff did - his hair seemed combed back, and his lips weren't nearly as swollen - but combined with his smirk, it was easy to see that he had just had sex.

"Well, don't you look like the cat who got the cream," Samir remarked, and Kurt's smirk just deepened.

"Oh, I did," he purred, and popped the cap off his bottle of coke. He wrapped his lips around the head of the bottle, and tipped his head back. The cola slipped down his throat, Kurt swallowing every couple seconds. Dianne stared at him, mesmerized by the movement of Kurt's Adams apple.

Kurt finally stopped swallowing, only when the cola was completely gone. He looked intently around the table and found every boy staring at him with unconcealed lust - except Wes and David, who were too engrossed in kissing each other.

Eli looked away, blushing.

"You were thirsty," Dianne remarked finally, proud that her voice wasn't completely shaky.

"Yeah," Kurt sighed. "I might need another to quench my thirst."

Max, Howard, and Dianne all stood at once. Dianne quickly skipped off to fetch the soda, leaving Max and Howard to both sit, feeling rather flushed. Kurt nonetheless smiled gratefully at both boys.

When Dianne returned, Kurt turned to take the cola from her. He caught her hand in one of his, and brought it slowly to his lips.

"Thank you, mademoiselle," Kurt said lowly, and pressed a firm kiss to the center of her palm, then brushed his lips against her fingertips.

Diane blushed, and paused for a moment. It looked like she was about to say something, then she closed her mouth sharply, before murmuring a quick 'you're welcome.' She hurried back to her seat; still feeling her fingers tingle from where Kurt had kissed them.

Kurt watched her sit down. She was truly gorgeous, and he loved that she knew how to accessorize. Today she wore a simple topaz ring, a matching pendant, and earrings. Somehow, she had even hemmed the uniform to show off her trim waist.

But best of all - her hands were the softest hands he'd ever felt. Softer even than his. He couldn't help but imagine those hands wrapped around his…

Kurt opened the new bottle and took a long sip, amazed that his mind had gotten so filthy and sex-obsessed after only three days of experiencing real sexual freedom.

Blaine was thinking something rather similar - three days after his first kiss, Kurt was already so seductive.

How on earth was he supposed to get through two whole months of this? After only three days, he was sorely tempted to just tie Kurt to his bed and not allow anybody else near him.

Blaine glanced around the table - obviously Wes and David had experienced some of what Kurt had to offer… Blaine was insanely relieved that Wes and David had finally gotten together. He'd feared that his worst competition for keeping Kurt would be from one of them.

James and Greg had also spent some time with Kurt, but Blaine knew they weren't interested in becoming a trio. Blaine had been with the couple plenty of times, but they had all remained simply good friends.

Blaine had learned the awkward way that Samir and Gabriel were exclusive - and had been since the summer. He had made a pass at Gabriel back in the first week of the school year… Samir had pinned him to the wall, glared threateningly, and promised to sing off key every time Blaine got a solo if Blaine ever touched Gabriel in a more-than-friendly way again.

Eli and Theo both had steady significant others, so there were only four Warblers in competition, as far as Blaine saw it; his competitors were Jeff, Howard, Max, and Dianne.

Blaine tried to hide a scowl as Kurt and Dianne watched each other throughout lunch. He didn't know what was more frustrating - that Kurt wasn't doing that with him, or that they were acting as if they were still in middle school: their eyes never seemed to meet, each stealing glances when the other wasn't looking.

Instead of brooding on it further (its already taken up most of his lunch period), Blaine leaned towards Wes.

"So when did this happen?" He nodded at Wes and David's still-joined hands.

"Last night - this morning - both, maybe."

He' seen Wes look pleased before, he's seen him excited - but this is the first time Blaine thinks he's ever seen him look so incandescently happy.

Blaine glances back at Kurt, who's flirting with both Dianne and Howard now.

He clenches his hands in his lap.

Fuck tradition, Blaine thinks furiously.

He just wants the two months to be over already.