A/N: The final chapter of this little slut-fest. Thank you to everyone who read this little thing, especially if you have left a Review/comment/private message. I really appreciate the support! Hopefully you like this chapter, I tried to show that having sex is a little bit more emotional then just "oh god that feels good", and hopefully I have succeeded in your eyes.

I do not own Glee not the character in this fic!

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The shower was warm and the steam felt good in Kurt's lungs, as if the water was washing the outside and the steam was doing the same within. He didn't have his usual array of moisturizing body soaps, oils and his entire wall of shampoos he kept in his bathroom at home. The little soap in his hand was dry and rough to his skin but he wasn't there really the bathe, he needed a moment away from Dave without making it obvious. Now that they were…whatever they were, he didn't want to hurt the big guy's feelings with the doubts running though his head.

It was the feelings that made him lie and say he had to take a shower, Kurt didn't know how to deal with them. When he found Blaine through his little spy mission he thought things would change, finally someone else who is gay! Finally he might be able to talk to him and get answers to all of his questions but when he spent time with the Dalton student he found them talking about frivolous things. They kept it light, Kurt receiving the obvious message: we are only friends. He never even considered Dave gay like him, never expected Dave to act on his emotions beyond the kiss he stole and the bullying. When he did, when Dave initiated all of this, he never thought it would end up with the two of them in this motel room.

Dave laid back in bed unashamed of his nudeity as he watched a game on the TV. Not really watching, more turning it on for a momentary, noisy distraction. Usually so interested in sports he didn't even know what team it was, what sport it was. His brain didn't work as fast as Kurt's so he didn't feel the sudden hesitation that Kurt felt in the shower. Dave still basked in the glory of what happened, of the emotions he felt for the first time in his young life. He wanted to lay there with Kurt and talk with him about…everything. Dave watched the boy for years, he wanted to tell Kurt it wasn't because he was a stalker but because he wanted to know him. Dave didn't just want sex; well he did want sex with Kurt but not just sex. Did he really want to be Kurt Hummel, fancy, porcelain, lady face's boyfriend? Could he find the courage to stand up in school or on the streets with Kurt? Could he act like that Sam kid and his twin-sister-looking girlfriend and be all lovey dovey queer in front of everyone? What about playing sports, was he willing to sacrifice that for Kurt?

Was Kurt willing to change at all for him? Kurt stood in the shower wondering the same thing, what would people think of him walking around with a guy like Dave Karofsky? Is this some kind of Stockholm syndrome type of thing? People might say. While it's endearing he wants to support his team, are you really willing to match outfits with that color red everyday Kurt? He could hear Blaine tease.

Dave stood up, his feet were ticklish and the shag run really tickled them as he stood up.

Kurt turned off the water and using his hands he squeegee'd the water off his body.

Dave paused at the bathroom door, hand shaking against the cold knob.

Kurt pushed the curtain aside and took one step out of the shower to grab the towel he left on the sink.

The door opened quickly so he couldn't stop himself from not walking into the bathroom, he doubted that he had enough strength to battle the hesitation he would have encountered. They were all a flurry, bodies tangling against each other as both of them tried to kiss harder, push deeper into the other. They left the door open and slowly lowered themselves together onto the floor. The small carpet was not much support and Kurt wanted to yelp at the cold floor but Dave provided enough warmth to keep his own body from shivering. Dave was all over him, his knee placed between Kurt's legs, their chests touching and Dave's hands all over him. They kissed; Kurt wondered if you could even call it a kiss or if it was face sucking. The two of them couldn't get enough; it was a drug both became addicted to just in the two hours that they were in this cheap motel room.

They moved against each other, their manhood's rubbing against one another in an opposite rhythm. Shocks and quivers and physical feelings they couldn't describe traveled up their spines in a hazy lust induced euphoria the both of them were riding on. No more thoughts, no more doubts, no more walls. Just the two of them, together, it may not last but they didn't want to think of that. No, they were with each other; they belonged to each other and no one else if only just for this moment.

Dave pulled up breathing, trying to gasp for air but Kurt had other ideas. He brought his head up and began to suckle on Dave's chest, his body was salty too but it tasted musky, Kurt didn't have a word for what Dave tasted like. It wasn't fruity like him, no sweetness to Dave just a strong taste that filled your mouth. Both boys were in over drive, both wanting more; wanting to claim one another. "Dave." Kurt whispered drawing his attention. "I wan to…" He hesitated.

Dave gulped, "You want to what?"

He giggled like a little school girl, "Don't make me say it."

Dave grinned evilly, "Say it."

"No!" He pouted.

Dave did something that surprised Kurt, he tickled him. The attack was sudden and Kurt was caught off guard. One moment they were lying together and the next Dave tickled at his side, causing him to roll around uncontrollably. When he finally stopped Dave was on top, on his hands and knees, Kurt lay on his back beneath him. Kurt was amazed at the warmth that came from Dave's bigger body; he knew bigger guys tended to be warmer but the heat coming from Dave felt even stronger when fueled by lust.

Slowly creeping, inching slowly so his eyes could feast on every part of Kurt, Dave inched his way down until his eyes were leveled with Kurt's manhood. Kurt thought they were just going to exchange pleasantries again but Dave wanted more, craved more. Kurt whimpered as his new lover lowered himself and forcefully pulled his legs apart. He held himself up by his elbows, trying to see what Dave was doing but as Dave parted his way with his big, beefy hands Kurt could feel Dave's warm breath on his ass.

"Dave what are you-?" He was cut off, his next words a guttural whimper between quivering lips. Dave's head moved below his outstretched dick, licking, pushing, and squirming. The feeling grotesque, Kurt wondered how someone could want to lick there but it was also different, in a good way. The bizarre feeling of a tongue in such a personal place was an odd thought but once he pushed said thoughts away he found it pleasurable. He felt himself opening up for Dave.

Leaning up and looking at the ecstasy on Kurt's face Dave loved what he could do to Kurt, loved he could make him squirm with a simple touch and loved he could pleasure another human being, especially fancy Kurt Hummel. Dave doubted he would ever find someone to touch this way, to taste and to love. The prison he erected for himself so many years ago was daunting, almost impossible to break out of but Kurt pulled him out. He wanted the boy more and more every day and now that he had him Dave Karofsky was not letting go.

"Come on Dave…" Kurt whispered, his words pulling him in.

Leg's pushed up, hands traveling up creamy white thighs to rest in the crook of his legs. Both boys throbbing, wanting, needing for the other to get into position. He inches forward, looking down at the exposed Kurt and not disgusted by his act, always thinking this act would be repulsive but now that was all gone. Pushing in he was careful, only inching in as to not hurt the smaller boy but he needn't worry, the smaller boy's head rolled back as he opened up for his lover, for the guy he realized that he wanted to label as his boyfriend. Fucking KAROFSKY, boyfriend of Mr. Fancy Hummel. After this they would have to have a talk, he decided, because if sex like this felt so good he wasn't letting his new toy go. He was never good at sharing.

They moaned, Dave feeling a velvety blanket, warm and tight, wrapping around him. Kurt feeling the penetration and the built up pressure that passed through his body and hit a point that sent shockwaves everywhere, he could see them dancing in the air. Once all the way in Dave leaned over to taste Kurt's lips once again, pushing and pulling Kurt to the brink. Both of them moved in unison against each other, the slapping noises that echoed off the close bathroom walls driving both of them to perform faster, harder, the noise erotic to both of them. Both boys wouldn't last long, they could already feel the build up. The length of their act wasn't either of their concerns, in that moment all they felt was the other inside of them and they never wanted to leave.

The release was quick yet more extreme then either of them have ever felt. Kurt spent, his orgasm painting his chest and face, his eyes rolled in the back of his head and later he would realize he blacked out for a moment when he came. Dave pushed up as far as he could and fell over as he came into the boy below him, thinking about how he was inside of Kurt and now he would be inside of him forever, even if they never performed this act again together.

Both of them were silent as they disengaged and the moment seemed over, the floor was colder and the air chilly. All the warmth from Dave seemed spent and they cleaned themselves in silence. Dave walked over to the bed and laid on it, starring at the setting sun outside the motel window. They had been there for hours and he wondered if the school called to tell his parents he was absent, he would get shit from his father when he got home.

Kurt shut the door and grabbed his cell from his pants pocket, careful not to get any sweat on his clothes. He dialed the number and bit the corner of his fingernail as the phone rang three times.

"Hey Kurt are you staying late for Glee club tonight?"

Kurt rolled his eyes, "Dad I have a really big test tomorrow that Mercedes needs much help on, you know how bad she is at French. I will be staying at her house tonight."

Burt cleared his throat, "You sure her Mom won't mind buddy."

Kurt giggled, "Well she might be upset with all the Ben and Jerry's we plan on consuming but no, everything will be fine."

"Okay Kurt, I'll see you in the morning then. I know you can't go to school wearing the same clothes twice."

"Thanks, Dad." Kurt carefully placed the phone back on top of his clothes and walked into the main room to find Dave asleep on the bed.

Kurt smiled at him laying there, open for the world to see in his nakedness and laughed that somehow the curtains opened in the hours they began this little dance, did anyone see them? He quickly sauntered over and drew them shut, it was only 4:30 but the bed looked too inviting. Kurt made his way over and took his place by Dave's side, snuggling up against the big guy. Unconsciously Dave wrapped his arm around the smaller boy and the both of them fell asleep, neither of them knowing how the other would react to what happened in the morning, just enjoying the moment and not freaking out at the feeling of love the two of them felt stirring in their hearts.

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A/N: Mushy ending, so much that it made my stomach churn a little but felt right lol.

Reviews are lovely gifts for New Years! I am thinking about making another fic about these two, less smutty and more fluffy with a proportionate side of Angst. Based on Kurt coming home from a summer away learning his father can no longer afford sending him to Dalton and Kurt needs to head back to McKinley. Any thoughts on that or has it been over done? Any ideas for a Kurtstofsky fic, smutty or otherwise?