7:41 AM

Seven forty fucking one in the AM.

No one should be awake at this hour. No one should be talking. And no one should be fucking singing!

But one annoying pushy tight-assed little twink was warbling on at his highest of volumes like the world was his to annoy.

Dave snarled in the direction of his floor. That little asshole. They had a fucking agreement and this is what greets him at Dark:30 in the bloody morning? The twink was dead.

Kurt burst out of the bathroom with the final note and sashayed naked to his room. It was so good to have the whole apartment all for himself since the very morning, bless Blaine's Friday's breakfasts out.

He dropped on the bed and stared at the ceiling with a dopey smile. Will David ask him out tonight? Of course he will. It's their first weekend. Kurt jolted up from the bed and came up to the wardrobe. His fingers traced various materials as he was putting them together in his mind seeking the right ensemble. Kurt bit his lip. Something that would say "slutty yet chic". He giggled at how unique David made him feel.

Sure enough about 20 minutes after Kurt's shower a booming knock interrupted the quiet of Kurt's apartment. He looked up from over set of beige shirts and frowned. Did Blaine forget his keys...? Kurt put on his robe and came up to the door. He creaked it open. "David?" His face split in a smile.

"What about you not waking my ass up at dark:30 in the morning did you not fucking get?" Dave was brooding, morning hair stuck up at odd angles and thin eyebrows arched together. What in the fucking world could possibly make anyone, including this perky-assed twink think being awake and happy before Starbucks even opened was okay?

Kurt's smile faltered but he opened the door wider, standing before the man in his pinkish robe with purple pipping. "Why don't you come in? I'm all alone," he licked his lips. The last thing he wanted was for all neighbours to hear their domestic.

Dave stepped in and slammed the door shut behind him. He'd only pulled on the bare necessities for not being arrested in public, boxer shorts and a undershirt. He loomed, his eyes not bothering to take in the apartment. It was some gay love nest of a pair of perfect looking twinks. He could smell the Martha Stuart catalog. All he cared was shutting Kurt up. "We had an agreement."

Kurt blinked. "What agreement?" He stepped up and laid a thin hand on the man's arm, trying to placate. "It's really nice to see you. Even though it was only two days. But I feel like I could already miss you." You're rambling, Kurt, rambling. He smiled awkwardly..

Dave's eyebrows got broodier. "The one we made before I fucked your brains out. Maybe I jolted your memory so let me re-explain. You no sing in the fucking morning. I no fuck boys through the wall in the night." He explained slowly, like he was talking to a particularly stupid child. "I kept up my end."

Kurt felt his cheeks heating up. "Oh, that." He cleared his throat and sneaked his hands around Dave's waist. "I'm sorry," he said bashfully looking up through his eyelashes. "Did I sound so bad though?" He teased.

Dave looked down at the thin arms slinking their way around him. What the... The twink was trying to come on to him, after waking him up? Dave couldn't decide if this was a farce or a porno he was living in. The least the boy could do was suck him off in apology. Dave's huge hand pushed into Kurt's damp hair and gripped hard enough to force Kurt to expose his throat. "You going to prove to me how sorry you are?"

Kurt's knees weakened under him. "Yes," he breathed out, eyes fluttering shut. Dave was going to take him again, just as he pleased, and Kurt had no choice but to give in. "I'm so sorry," he nearly moaned as the fingers tightened in his short hair. Some -growingly distant- part of him was blushing in embarrassment and shame, but he paid it no mind.

"Prove it, pretty boy." He pulled down, guiding Kurt to his knees on the living room rug. It might be a horrible early hour, but there was a lovely man ready and willing to service him. The morning was looking up. "Open up. I've got something that will shut you up for good."

Kurt glowed at the praise but when Dave spoke again he looked up at him in surprise, his big blue eyes making him innocent even on his knees. His swept his tongue over the plump pink lips as his hands inched toward the waistband of Dave's shorts. "I don't know. It's not that easy to shut me up. As you could hear for yourself," he smirked.

"I think you remember how easily it silenced you last time." Dave leered down at Kurt. He looked fine on his knees. The hand in Kurt's hair released in favor of cupping the back of his long neck.

"I do," Kurt leaned in and nosed at Dave's pelvic bone to hide his blush. Dave smelled of sweat and soap and man. Kurt felt his mouth water and he tugged the boxers down. His hand closed around the cock and that was when the thought struck him. "I... I don't have condoms," he said timidly.

"Fuck." Dave was a shower, his cock hanging down heavily as the first sparks of pleasure played from Kurt's soft hand crawled through his spine. He wanted to say fuck the condoms and shove right into those plump lips... But he was a little too paranoid of STD's to risk it. "Handjob then. I want to see you catch it on that long throat."

Kurt stood up gracefully, fisting the cock in his hand and pressed against the man. "Where did my manners go. I should invite you to my room." He grinned giving a sharper tug to the organ and licked at Dave's lips.

Dave groaned out his opinion. He placed a hand around Kurt's hip and he pressed the man closer, letting their skin rub where his lowered boxers had exposed his hip. "You gotta stay classy." Dave snorted at the irony.

Kurt grinned against his lips and kissed him harder, pulling at the man to follow his clumsy walk back into his room. They made the short distance in no time, dropping on still unmade bed in tangle of limbs. Kurt grunted feeling the whole weigh of the man settling mercilessly on him.

Dave rolled his hips down into Kurt's hand, trapping the limb against Kurt's stomach. He dropped down to his forearms. His mouth found the long curve of pale skin that made up Kurt's neck and attacked with teeth. He anticipated the high needy sounds. Dave tried not to notice how he now knew some of Kurt's weak points. It implied something far too...familiar.

Kurt whined as his throat was nibbled and sucked between Dave's lips. He released his hand from under the man's body and clenched them both on his shirt. He despised this piece of clothing in that very moment but there seemed to be no time to even get it off the man. Dave's hips grind into his, the robe parted giving up his naked body for the man to work on. "Dav-david, it's..." Kurt clenched his eyes willing the orgasm away, willing them to slow down. "Give me, ah, time," he stuttered digging his nails into the man's arms.

"Take it." Dave's words pressed into the skin behind Kurt's ear. He wasn't particularly inclined to listen to anything Kurt wanted this time. This was payment for a verbal contract broken. Simple. It had nothing to do with Kurt enjoying himself... or Dave knowing that licking right up the shell of Kurt's ear would cause the pretty twink to shudder. Dave's cock rutted beside Kurt's, slicking at the damp skin to ease the way.

Kurt's nails scratched hard down Dave's back, the skin being saved only by thin material of shirt. He grabbed at the asscheeks, digging his fingers into soft flesh. His lips kissed the jaw, ear, wherever he could reach.

Dave bit Kurt's jaw, his teeth snapping deeper than just a love bite. "Hands off my ass," he snarled.

Kurt groaned in pain and tugged his head away. The right asscheek was pinched in punishment. "Careful with marks I have classes today," Kurt hissed but his hands traveled up to rest on the small of Dave's back.

Class... Kurt had to be around the same age he was. Dave bit Kurt's collarbone instead. He didn't need to learn pointless information about the guys he fucked. "Shut up."

This time Kurt slapped the ass with with playful glint in his eyes. "How about some bed manners, hm?" He leaned up to kiss him.

Dave growled again, shuffling to find Kurt's wrists. He raised both over Kurt's head and pinned them there. "Shut the fuck up, please."

"You were supposed to make me," Kurt pointed out with a wicked grin gasping at being restrained like this. His ankles wrapped around Dave's hips, clenching the man waist between his legs, and met behind the ass to kneed the flesh with heels.

Dave shoved his tongue into Kurt's mouth. He fucked into the warm opening with the same rough pace his hips took into Kurt's body. His sweat helped the slide of his and Kurt's cock trapped between Dave's thick stomach and Kurt's soft belly. Finally relief from that voice.

It didn't seem like the smaller man could stay quiet though. Kurt's moans vibrated through Dave's mouth, resounding over the small apartment and his legs proved surprisingly strong as they pressed into Dave, driving him closer.

"Kurt! I found some boxers in the entryway. You know, traditionally these things are supposed to go on the door knobs to keep me from entering and seeing your man's ass. It's a nice ass by the way." Blaine leaned in the doorway with boxers dangling from his finger and a Cheshire grin on his face.

Kurt squeaked out a high-pitched noise. "Blaine!" He pushed at Dave to sit up and tugged the robe over himself hastily. "You weren't supposed to come home yet!" He looked at Dave, mortified to have been caught in a situation as embarrassing as this.

Dave had come to the realization that the blue eyed twink was cursed. The jock was inches away from getting to come when the boyfriend walked in. Fuck his luck. He glared at the cock-block. Great, he was going to be involved in a fucking domestic fight. Great.

"Obviously you had other plans. I decided to come back early. I scored cheap tickets." Blaine was doing nothing to hide his ogling of Kurt's tail. He even blushed when he got a frontal view.

Kurt's face brightened nevertheless the deep pink shade on his cheeks. "Awesome, but for what?" He asked standing up to tie the robe and then sat primly on the edge of the bed, crossing his legs. "Albeit, um, if we could talk later, that would be fine too," he cleared his throat. "This is David," he nodded at the man, smiling to him apologetically.

What the fuck kind of relationship did the twinks have? Dave glared from Blaine to Kurt and then shoved past the tiny shellacked haired boy. "Fuck this." He muttered. People in relationships were fucking crazy.

"No, David, wait!" Kurt jumped to his feet and grabbed the man by his hand. "Please, stay," he begged. He wasted a second to glare at Blaine and if his looks could kill the short man would have been dust.

"Stay for breakfast?" He repeated. "Blaine is going out anyway, right, Blaine?"

"Oh yes. I'm always happy to leave when Kurt's finally getting some. He's such a prissy bitch when he's being prudish." Blaine flashed the biggest grin.

Dave snatched his boxers out of Blaine's hand. "How about you two go fuck each other."

Kurt stepped between them mouthing I will kill youto Blaine. "We haven't fucked since before we moved in," he said exasperated thatsuch a nice morning was irreparably destroyed. "Come on, David, don't be like this."

"Sorry, Fancy. I don't do threesomes." He flipped off both of them before storming out in all his boxer-clad-still-annoyingly-hard glory.

Kurt run behind him to the door, furious at the twist of events. "What the hell does that mean?!" He called after man's retreating back. They were fine moment ago! Kurt's eyes filled with tears. "That's right, go away, you limp dick!"

"He didn't seem particularly lacking in rigidity."

"DO NOT talk to me," Kurt shoved past Blaine on the way to his room, shutting the door with enough force to make the mirror hanging next to it clang against the wall.

"ON THE UP SIDE HE'S EVEN HOTTER THAN I THOUGHT!" Blaine yelled before wandering off to dish the gossip to his boyfriend.

Kurt dropped face down on the bed and hid his face in the pillow. He allowed himself a quiet chuckle. Yeah, good thing Dave was cute. But it was still so unfair of him to come up, rail him up and go without letting him finish. He bucked his hips into the soft mattress sighing as his erection chafed against the terrycloth robe. A small satisfied smile played on his lips.

At least he could be sure that right now Dave had the very same problem.