Why We Fall

Chapter Five

When Kurt woke up the next morning, it was to find the bright rays of early morning sunshine beating down on his face. He groaned as he draped an arm over his eyes as he squinted them shut once more. As he lay there in the stillness of the morning, he attempted to recall how he ended up in his own bed when the last thing he could remember was setting up decorations at Rachel's party.

He burrowed petulantly underneath the covers when he was still able to see the harsh light of the sun as it burned red through his closed eyelids. He curled in upon himself, trying to pretend that he wasn't an adult who had responsibilities, but someone who could stay naked in bed all day if they very well pleased. And that's when he realized somehow, in his semi-conscious state, that he was, in fact, naked.

Kurt groaned, sitting up in bed, but not daring to open his eyes. He attempted to develop some inordinate amount of awareness in regards to his own body. He knew he couldn't have had that much to drink the night before, as he wasn't suffering from any migraines. In fact, why he had no interest in getting out of bed at all was due, in part, to the fact that he couldn't recall a time where he felt this blissful. His current state of undress, however, had to be left to ponder later as he knew that he had to get to work. Even if he was the owner of the company and in charge of himself, he hated to make his assistants and clients wait on him.

Kurt crawled out of bed before stretching his limbs lazily. He stumbled blindly to his dresser, opened the top drawer, and grabbed the first pair of briefs his hand grazed, and then slipped them on.

Next, with eyes finally opening and gradually getting used to the glaring sun, he padded to his bathroom, to brush his teeth. Instead of brushing his teeth at the sink, he took it with him, leisurely cleaning his teeth as he walked out into his living room to retrieve his phone to check his messages.

And that's when he was met with a sight that not only refreshed his memory, but almost made him inhale his toothbrush.

Kurt turned on the spot, rushing back into the bathroom only to drop his toothbrush back in its holder and spit the glob of toothpaste into the sink.

As he tiptoed back into the living room, he kept his eyes on the massive figure strewn out on the couch. The man's chest was rising and falling with every respiration and expiration. He reminded Kurt of a bear that had gone into hibernation.

'What the hell was he still doing here?' he wondered as he crept towards the sleeping man. Now he could remember nearly everything that happened. And he was glad for that too: It had been the best sex of his life. But he anticipated the man to have been in and out after they both had their fun.

Kurt looked upon the sleeping man in confusion once he was standing right above him. Something prevented him from leaving last night, only Kurt didn't know what. If he was planning on staying, he would have just slept his bed. But this man must have planned on leaving only crash on the couch instead.

Kurt knelt down, feeling guilty about having to wake the man, but still curious as to whom this man could be. Just as he was about to reach out and give the man a little shake, he saw something that made his heart skip a beat and almost had him falling back on his heels. Something he hadn't noticed the night before—the presence of a minuscule, but distinguishing beauty mark just below the mask that still covered the man's head.

Kurt stood up so fast that he became dizzy. He took a step back as he covered his mouth with his hand not only to muffle the sob that threatened to escape his lips, but the name that he threatened to say as well.

David...

Kurt knelt down once more just to make sure. And he could see it now. The thin lips, the full jaw, broad all over. He felt so stupid.

It had been David all along.

David...

It was as though he hadn't quite understood how profound a realization this was.

He had sex with Dave.

Kurt tried to think back on the night before, replaying the events in his mind, and he wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry at his sheer inability to put two and two together. It all made sense. Why Dave told Finn that he wouldn't be going to the party, why he seemed so familiar—had been so gentle. As least until he fucked him within an inch of his life. But even despite the amazing pounding, he still was careful that he was well-enough prepared so that he wouldn't hurt him. Everything seemed to fall into place. Dave never planned on him learning that it was him. He was planning on sneaking out after indulging him in one of his fantasies, and never talking about it again.

Kurt inhaled sharply as his eyes went wide in epiphany.

Dave loved him.

A tear slipped from his eye as he thought of all the trouble Dave went through to make him feel good about himself—the fact that he was planning, all along, to let him go. What hurt most of all were the obvious similarities between the situation they were in now and the one involving Valentine's during their senior year of high school. Despite how horribly Kurt had rejected him the first time, he was still willing to suffer a world of heartache in order to make him happy.

After all these years, Dave still loved him.

"You stupid man," Kurt whispered, this time referring to Dave's stupidity rather than his own and with mock anger as he wiped his face. What was he doing having feelings for him... Again. He could do so much better than somebody who couldn't see a good, though not perfect, person who had made some mistakes but was learning from them, compared to somebody like Blaine, who he had been dating at that time, who was more concerned with stealing the spotlight and putting his own needs above all else.

But the way he didn't think he deserved Dave didn't change the feelings he had for the man.

He wanted to wake Dave up. He needed to know, needed to hear it for himself, whether it was true. He reached a hand out to touch his chest only to pause.

No...

He had a better idea.

Kurt stood up once more only to carefully lift one leg and step down on his mint green couch on Dave's other side, lowering himself so that he gently straddled the man wearing nothing but a tiny pair of briefs.

The man didn't budge and Kurt couldn't help but smile.

Kurt slid his hands up the silky, black material covering his chest until their faces were just inches away from each other. His breathing was far more erratic than Dave's as he was unaware of what was going on.

Tentatively, Kurt let his fingertips trail through the dark stubble upon his cheek in fascination, and then tracing faint lines that stretched from nose to mouth. The man mumbled something under his breath and Kurt knew he would be waking up soon. So Kurt let his lips just barely graze the rough cheek as his fingers worked the mask over his head. He followed the action by leaving tiny, barely-there kisses upon the man's cheek. He'd move the mask up—a peck on the nose. A little more—he brushed his lips against his closed eyelids. Kurt could feel them fluttering under his touch. As he let the mask slip from his fingers, unneeded, and drop to the floor, he splayed his hands on either side of his head and tenderly kissed the Dave's forehead, only to find it creased rather than smooth and relaxed as it was before. He felt a heavy hand rest upon his thigh as his own heart starting pounding erratically with excitement in his chest, and then, as he sat up he watched as Dave sleepily brought a hand to his eyes, and realized that the mask was completely gone.

The reaction was instantaneous. The same time that Dave must have realized that the cat (or should he say bat?) was out of the bag and that the risk of revealing his identity was at stake was when he simultaneously realized that Kurt was already sitting on top of him quite aware of who he really was.

"Fuck" was the first thing that came out of Dave's mouth. Kurt had expected to see some amount of surprise on Dave's face. After all, he was straddling him.

As Dave tried to sit up, clearly trying to scoot as far away as possible as if he was expecting a fist to the face, his expression clearly indicated that he was in deep shit. But more than anything, he looked sad. Sad that... What? He was afraid he would be angry at him? That he would never want to talk to him again.

"Kurt, I... I'm so sorry." Dave seemed to be looking around for his mask, like he could put it on and undo Kurt ever having seen his face. "Please. Please don't be mad. I never... I never meant for you to..."

"To what?" Kurt conjectured. He couldn't help but be somewhat upset. "To find out that it was you all along? Is that what you were planning on doing? Sneaking out so I would spend the rest of my life wondering if something else could have come of this? Why didn't you leave, David? Why are you still here then?"

The man swallowed thickly before answering in a quiet voice, "If I left I would have had to leave your door unlocked. I couldn't just... Take your key because you would have found out it was me anyway. But I also couldn't just leave you here while you were sleeping with your door unlocked." When he finished it was clear that he was ashamed of himself. Kurt had to resist reaching out to comfort him and tell him it was alright. At least, not yet.

"But why did you want to leave?" Kurt asked, still hurt.

"Because this wasn't about what I wanted," Dave said, looking at Kurt like it was the simplest thing in the world. "I just wanted to do something for you. You were so broken up the other day. I hated seeing you like that. I knew it was a bad idea, which was why I was planning on leaving this morning. I didn't want you to think I used my friendship to take advantage of you. Though, I can imagine that's exactly what it looks like, right now."

"Would you have wanted to stay?" Kurt was having trouble controlling his emotions. His nose stung and his eyes burned and he cursed Dave for being so damn stubborn. Dave clenched his jaw, and looked away, and Kurt knew that he wasn't going to be given a straight answer.

"Dammit, David," Kurt cursed as he wound his hands into the fabric of the cape at the base of Dave's shoulders before smashing his lips to his.

Kurt felt Dave tense as he kissed his roughly—kissed him in a way that he knew could not create any uncertainty as to what his feelings for Dave were. Who his heart belonged to.

Kurt felt the hand return to his thigh, squeezing tentatively as he relinquished the grip on Dave's outfit to slide them upward, tangling his fingers in Dave's hair. He poured everything he had into this kiss. It wasn't anything like their first two kisses or the one he had with the 'masked man'. This was about how far the two had come, both separately and together, about the gratitude he felt for having Dave in his life, and for always being there for him. This kiss was about two people overcoming the odds, discovering hope when all was lost, and learning to forgive the ones who tried so hard to change their ways.

Hell, they've even beaten death.

It was about how love would always win—overcome any obstacle—in the end.

Dave sat up as straighter against the arm of the couch and Kurt cradled the back his head with one hand while his other wrapped around his shoulder. He pulled away, though, gasping as Dave's hand slid up his naked spine kneading the back of his neck as the other kept him steady by wrapping around his waist. He could feel the noticeable hardness of Dave's cock through the thin material of his pants, as Kurt's pressed against Dave's stomach. Kurt pressed his face into the crook of his neck as he spoke to him.

"I would have wanted you to stay," he whispered as his hand stroked the back of Dave's head. Dave's hand, which was gliding up and down the naked flesh of his back, stilled. "I love you, David. I need you to know that," he rasped. "I love you so much."

"Kurt..." Dave started to say and Kurt could hear it—the disbelief. Kurt pulled away, not wanting to hear another word.

"No, David. Just listen to me, please." Kurt took Dave's face in his hands the same way Dave had with him the night before.

"You've run out of excuses," he said to Dave, giving him a watery smile. "I know you think this would never work, or that I don't have feelings for you, or that, I don't know, you still don't think you deserve to be happy after what happened in high school, but I'm going to tell you… All of those things are wrong." He let the backs of his fingers stroke Dave's cheek.

"We would be so great together, David, because we've been through so much together already." He dropped his hands to his shoulders, giving him a small, frustrated shake. "I've cared about you for so long and have loved you far longer than I care to admit only because I'd hate to think of how much time I spent on guys who were totally wrong for me when I could have been with you. The only difference between how I loved you during our senior year of high school, our senior year of college, and now was how I thought I could love you, to wanting to love you, and finally accepting that I didn't need a reason to love you. And now that I know I have enough proof that you still have feelings for me, there's no way I can let you go. After all, this wouldn't be the first time you dressed up in some ridiculous costume in an attempt to make me happy."

When Kurt finished, Dave stared into his face in awe. Despite the raw emotion in his, he gave Kurt a small smile.

"I thought you liked the Batman costume?" he asked softly, his palm wandering down Kurt's arm.

"I do. But why would I want you to dress up as a hero when you already are mine?" he trailed a finger down the Batman decal on his chest, a small smile playing on his lips. Dave stopped Kurt's hand with his own.

"I love you, Kurt," he said simply, as he intertwined their fingers together. Kurt's bottom lip trembled and Dave reached out with his other hand, swallowing thickly as he ran his padded thumb over it. "I love you more than anything and nothing is going to change that, but..." Kurt gave him a pained look that clearly conveyed "please, no more 'buts'", "do you really think this is best after what just happened with Ian?"

Kurt tilted his head as he looked at Dave fondly. "I don't care about Ian, David. I know I seemed like I did, but I was just so tired of feeling like I wasn't good enough, and, thanks to you, you showed me that I am. And now I can't imagine not being with you."

He gave Dave a mischievous smile as he wiggled back to sit on Dave's thighs and then he said as he slid his hands down Dave's waist, "Do you remember what Alfred said to Bruce in Begins?" Kurt let his hands slip down so they lay on top of Dave's lap. After Dave shook his head (though Kurt was sure he was too distracted to think hard enough), Kurt leaned in to whisper in his ear.

"Why do we fall, Sir?" he asked Dave in a thick, sultry tone as his tongue darted out to lick the shell of Dave's ear. He felt Dave's cock twitch under his hand as Dave let out a soft groan.

"So we might learn to…" his lips traveled down Dave's neck as he answered for him, "pick ourselves back…" he slipped his hands into Dave's pants to glide his hand over Dave's hardening cock, "up." He wrapped his fingers around its girth, thumbing the head as he brushed his lips against Dave's, his growl reverberating against his lips.

"Fuck," Dave muttered under his breath as he tried to raise his hips towards Kurt's insistent hand. The fact that he was sitting on his legs made it impossible. "You… Quoting Alfred shouldn't, ugh…" he grunted. "Turn me on this much." Kurt bit his lip to contain his laughter before he sobered up.

"Last night was amazing, David," he said, still working his hand around the man's length. "But I can think of one thing that would make it better."

"Yeah…" Dave mumbled, his hands wandering past the waistband of Kurt's briefs towards his ass. "Oh, fuck… What's that?"

"If you take this ridiculous thing off. Seriously," he laughed. "It needs to go."

"Okay, okay!" Dave chuckled, looking at him through half-lidded eyes as he pulled the top part off. He let Kurt pull off the bottoms after slipping his hands out of his pants.

"Should've come to me," Kurt muttered disdainfully, kicking the bottoms away. He realized Dave had taken the boots off the night before and was now just removing his socks. "This is a travesty on costume design. Besides… This," once he dropped down onto his knees he trailed his fingers through the silky hair on Dave's chest. Is so much better. Believe me." Dave took his words to heart when he was able to see the genuinely fascinated look in his eyes as he began to memorize every dip and divot in his body, the terrain of hair upon his arms and chest.

Dave ran his fingers through Kurt's hair once Kurt dropped down onto his knees in front of him. He licked his lips as he pulled the waistband of his boxers down.

"And to think I almost missed out on this," Kurt said silkily and he wrapped a hand around Dave's cock—hard and flush against his stomach—and giving him a smile, before he lowered his mouth onto it.

Dave groaned, his head pressing back into the couch cushions as Kurt made his best attempt at swallowing him down. He still had trouble believing this was happening, from Kurt's confession to now, as he was about to go down on him.

Kurt's plump lips strained around his girth, as well as his fingers which couldn't meet with his thumb as he wrapped his hand around the base. His tongue, however—both skilled and relentless—made up for it. He swirled it around the head, flicking the slit with the pointed tip and moaning all the while, sending vibrations straight down to his balls. When Kurt came back up, gasping and wiping at the string of spit that hung from chin, he smiled at Dave, rather pleased with himself. Kurt made to stroke him to compensate for the inability to get the vast majority of his solid length into his mouth. Not that Dave could complain. The way Kurt wrapped two hands around his cock, massaging his shaft, and looked so indecent sitting before him, his hair a mess, was sinful.

"You know…" Kurt spoke up and in a soft, reflective tone. "Last night was kind of amazing. It was everything that I could have imagined and it was about ten times better because it was with you."

"Kurt…" he was taken aback by this compliment. As he opened his eyes, he could tell by the look on Kurt's face that he meant it. "Bedroom?" Kurt nodded once before letting go of him and he stood, his cock jutting out before him. Kurt wrapped his hand around it pulling him gently behind him with a smirk as they made their way to the bedroom. Dave noticed the damp spot on Kurt's gray boxers from Kurt's precum. Dave reached out and lazily pulled them down. Kurt sighed as his cock sprang free and Dave wrapped his hand around it. He stroked Kurt as he leaned over and pulled Kurt's drawer open once more, retrieving the lube and a condom.

"May I?" Dave held up the lube.

"Like you have to ask?" Kurt rolled his eyes causing his lips to twitch. Dave guided Kurt to the bed so that he was lying with his head back against the pillows and Kurt was on top of him once more. As Kurt leaned over him, he wound his arms around his neck and kissed him softly, his tongue slipping into his mouth. Dave blindly trickled the lube onto his fingers behind Kurt's back as Kurt unhurriedly rutted his dick against his stomach. Once again, with his fingers slick with lube, Dave held Kurt against him as he slipped his fingers between Kurt's ass cheeks from behind. Kurt moaned as Dave buried the three fingers into his asshole, alternating between curling them and rotating them like a drill. Kurt pressed against them, his hips rocking as he rode Dave's fingers, stretching himself open. Soon, though, Dave had slipped his fingers out in order to roll on the condom and Kurt was already guiding his cock into his ass.

"Ohh," Kurt sighed as he sat on Dave's cock. His eyes were closed and his neck exposed as when he threw it back as he adjusted to the size.

"God, Kurt…" Dave groaned as his hands traveled over Kurt's narrow waist before cupping his ass cheeks. "You feel so fucking good, sweetheart."

Kurt, being spurred on by the encouragement, began to pull off of Dave's dick before sitting back down. He whimpered.

"Fuck, Kurt. Keep doing that," he said as Kurt fell forward over him, his arms on either side of Dave's head as he gripped the metal bars of the headboard.

"You're so big, David. I… Fuck, touch me," Kurt gasped his mouth hanging open as Dave reach his hand between them and began jerking him off frantically, the sounds he drew from Kurt going straight to his dick.

"Come here, baby," Dave hissed in pleasure as he wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist, turning them over. Their bodies were pressed so close that Dave could feel Kurt's heart beat at various points from the pulse in his neck where his lips were attached, to his chest where his heart beat wildly against his, to the wrists behind his neck where he reached back to hold tighter on to him. Dave fucked Kurt's pinned body, plunging into him until Kurt's face and chest were an angry red and hard enough that his come was spilling out onto his stomach from the mere friction of their bodies. With one last thrust so that his cock was buried in Kurt to his balls, he felt a pleasant burn as he felt himself spilling into the condom.

Dave turned away from Kurt, pulling out as he collapsed beside him, spent. Their sounds were only interrupted by the beeps of the cars in traffic beyond the window. He felt surprised. Like he had forgotten that they weren't the only two people on the planet.

"Hi," Kurt mumbled, sated, as he opened his eyes and looked up at Dave through his eyelashes.

"Hey." Dave covered Kurt's hip with his hand, dragging him closer.

"So what now?" Kurt asked. Dave studied his face.

"I guess we go back to the same routine," he said, and there was evident worry in Kurt's eyes. Dave smiled though, "movie marathons, friends' parties, work…" They shared a look, both knowing that it was almost 9:30 a.m. on a Monday and not caring to do anything about the fact that they were both late to their respective jobs. Dave continued, "Only now if we feel like boning each other while watching a movie or sneaking away from our friends at a party to have some fun, we won't have to be so embarrassingly awkward about it." Dave licked his lips as he watched Kurt's beautiful reaction. His face scrunched up in a laugh, looking brighter and more dazzling than the sun coming through the windows and warming their skin.

"Here I thought you were going to give me a reason why we couldn't be together."

"No," Dave said, pulling Kurt into a kiss by the nape of his neck. "Although…" he pulled back, "you should know… a guy like me is always going to have his enemies." Kurt slapped his arm softly, and he laughed.

"If you're referring to my father, I'll deal with him." Kurt rolled his eyes before continuing. "A movie sounds nice, though. I think I'm going to call in sick. Give the girls a day off." He eyed Dave hopefully.

"You're lucky I have vacation time saved up," he nudged Kurt's foot with his toe.

"I should just leave my movies at your place. Make it easy for the both of us." Kurt said, standing up and going towards the bathroom in order to clean himself up. Dave sat up, removing the condom to throw away as he listened to Kurt's voice from the other room as he turned on the faucet.

He could get use to this quickly, Dave realized—the domesticity. Although he knew Kurt was only joking, he would have been perfectly fine with this notion. The thought of Kurt's belongings at his place. Them living together. Kurt clothes and shoes, movies and music intermingling with his. Them brushing their teeth together at the same sink. A day where he and Kurt lived together… woke up together, like this, everyday. It was something to look forward to.

He smiled, watching as Kurt fixed his hair in the bathroom mirror.

He had a lot to look forward to.