Toronto Tales 1 - Cop Out (25 page)

The doorbell rang.
“No, really, don’t get up, guys. I’ll get it,” Jon teased. Davy climbed off Kurt’s lap, and Rick flicked a glance over Kurt’s groin and pouted again.
“Stop staring at my man, Rick.” Davy glared.

“I didn’t know your brother was coming to help,” Jon said from the hall.

Kurt shared a puzzled look with Davy. Huh. Mike’s business trip must have been canceled because there was no way Dylan was getting untangled from wedding plans to spend a whole Saturday painting.

Ian trailed Jon into the living room, eyes beseeching Kurt, but for what, he didn’t know. Ian hadn’t said a word to him in months, and although his mom told him Ian had visited him in the hospital, told him Ian would come around, Kurt hadn’t believed her. He still didn’t.

“What are you doing here?” Kurt stood and took a couple steps toward Ian.
He sensed Davy moving to his side, presenting a unified, supportive front. They hadn’t mentioned Ian’s defection to the other guys, although Simon knew all about it. The other guys hadn’t met any of Kurt’s brothers—yet. Erin’s birthday party was coming up, and Kurt was going to invite them to it.
“Oh, my God, Kurt!
He’s
one of your brothers?” Rick’s voice dropped to the timbre Kurt had started calling his
I want you to fuck me
voice. “Please, tell me he’s gay too.”

“He’s straight,” he and Davy said at the same time.
“I’m not,” Ian said.

Kurt was dimly aware of Rick squealing in giddy happiness, but for the moment, all Kurt saw was his brother.

He couldn’t speak, but he grabbed Ian’s arm and led him down into the basement. They needed privacy to talk, and he wasn’t letting Ian into his and Davy’s bedroom—their sanctuary. Especially if this discussion didn’t go well.

“Oh my God, Kurt.” Ian turned around, taking in the enormous workout room Davy had in the basement. “This is incredible.”

Yes. Kurt loved this room too. He’d had dreams, wet ones, about working out with Davy and then moving on to another type of workout using the various machines.

“Quit stalling. What the fuck is going on?”

 

Ian stared at him, but didn’t speak.

“Seriously, Ian, what did you mean up there?” Kurt had never been tempted to hit one of his brothers with intent to injure, but the urge was rising inside. Ian had hurt him. Badly.

Scrubbing his hands through his hair, Ian began to pace. “I… I’m gay too.”

Kurt frowned. He knew he should be as supportive as the rest of the family had been toward him, but shit. Was Ian putting him on? “What about all those girls? Those strippers?”

 

“I could ask you the same thing. You had girlfriends.” Ian threw his accusing tone right back, with a glare added to the mix. “So, you’re just figuring this out?”

 

Ian dropped his gaze. “No. I had it figured out for a while. Years.

The women were just cover.”
“Years? Are you fucking serious? What the hell?”

“I was afraid. I thought I’d lose everyone. So I hid it. When you told me, all… smug and confident. I thought you’d figured it out and were mocking me. Then, I realized you were telling the truth, and everyone accepted it without any problems…. I was mad at you.” Ian’s gaze dropped to his feet, and his shoulders rounded in defeat.

Kurt’s anger melted away. He remembered how horrible those months were, agonizing over his sexuality. If it hadn’t been for Davy… wanting Davy… he might have done the same thing as Ian. Years. Dear God, years.

“Come here.” Kurt opened his arms. Ian swallowed a sob and hugged him. Kurt hugged him back, feeling his life was suddenly and finally complete.

They sat on one of the vinyl-covered benches.

 

“Are you going to tell everyone?” He didn’t want to push, but Ian had to realize that he could be open. If he wanted.

“Yeah. It was killing me, pretending. I can’t believe you had the guts to just say it at your own birthday party.”
“Well, I had some incentive. Did you see my boyfriend?” Kurt wanted to inject a bit of levity.

Ian smiled, and wiped at wet eyes. “The cute little blond?” Rick? Really? “You got a boyfriend of your own?”
“No, just a lot of one-night stands.”
“Well, come on upstairs. Let me introduce you to Rick.” “Rick?”

“The cute blond. My Davy is the tall, dark-haired….” God. The word “hottie” almost popped out of his mouth. He’d never used the word in his life. Rick was clearly a bad influence.

“Let’s go. I’m going to stay and help, if that’s okay.”

Kurt made the introductions, and sat back on the couch with Davy to eat the pizza Simon had brought back. The three of them and Jon just watched as Ian and Rick circled each other like, well, Kurt didn’t have any apt comparisons. It was a mating dance that was a cross between showing off plumage and locking horns for dominance. Somehow in the face of all that testosterone, the painting got done, but Ian and Rick slipped away without telling them.

T
HE
sun was setting, plain white drop cloths covered all the furniture—except in the bedroom—they were finally alone, and Kurt was a little nervous.

“I’m going to grab a shower.” Davy kissed his temple. “Want to come with?” Showering together had been another sensual pleasure he’d discovered with Davy. But if they showered together, would they still have energy for what Kurt hoped would happen? He’d be a fool to give up a wet, slippery Davy, no matter what.

Kurt held out his hand, and Davy led him into the bathroom.

T
HE
water was warm, but Davy’s hands soaping him gently were fucking hot. Davy tugged him into a kiss, water sluicing over their heads, sliding down around their fused mouths. Davy’s tongue explored deep into Kurt’s mouth, mimicking what Kurt hoped he’d be doing with his cock later. When Davy shifted his lips to suck water from Kurt’s neck and shoulders, Kurt ran soapy hands over his lover’s smooth skin, touching everywhere, lingering nowhere, teasing, learning. Once he thought Davy was as clean as he could be, Kurt’s hand drifted to Davy’s long, slender cock. He loved the feel of it in his palm, almost as much as he loved the way Davy slid it into his mouth, but he was pretty sure his favorite was when Davy pounded his ass so good.

Tonight, he’d find out for sure.
Davy returned the favor, but focused on Kurt’s groin right from the start. Stroking his cock, playing with his wet pubes, rolling his balls gently. Fingers from one hand pressed underneath his balls and fingers from the other dove into his crack, heading toward his pucker from above. Kurt humped, letting his dick slide on Davy’s skin.
Moving his own hands to Davy’s waist, he slid his fingers along the firm curves of Davy’s butt, loving the texture of the fine sprinkle of hair under his fingers. So different from a woman and so perfect.
“That’s it. My sexy, sexy man. I love making you so crazy. Gonna suck me down, suck me dry?”
Kurt didn’t know where Davy found the breath for those filthy, sexy things he said, but once they got going, those sweet soft lips let loose a string of obscenity that had Kurt’s cock dripping and flexing.
Still, if the night was going to have the ending he hoped, Kurt was going to have to find breath—and courage—to say something.
“I want you to fuck me.”
Davy stilled, finger poised over his hole. “What?”
“Doc cleared me for, uh, more vigorous activity.”
A breathy groan escaped Davy, and his hips jerked. “Jesus, Kurt.

I almost came. You sure you want that?” His hands moved to squeeze Kurt’s ass.

 

Kurt pulled back, cupped Davy’s face in his hands, and looked deeply into Davy’s lust-dilated eyes. “I’ve been dreaming of it.”

Davy’s mouth dropped open, and he stared at him for a moment before he recovered his equilibrium.
“Then you better get your ass in the bedroom.” Davy punctuated the order with a sharp smack on his ass, which echoed in their shower.

“Fuuuck.” Kurt groaned. The slight sting made his knees weak.

Kurt reached behind Davy and turned off the water. They’d barely toweled off before Davy chased him into the bedroom. Kurt threw himself on the bed with only a slight twinge in his shoulder. Davy crawled up over him, and ground his mouth savagely over Kurt’s, his tongue doing nothing but thrusting in and out in a sensual parody of what was to come.

He moaned, loving the way Davy took over. Davy pushed his hands up beside his head, clamping over Kurt’s wrists. He shifted his groin and slid his cock between Kurt’s cheeks, the plump head teasing his hole.

Kurt moaned again and spread his legs wider, trying to encourage Davy to sink into him. Davy fed a growl into his mouth along with his tongue. Davy ripped his head away and scrabbled in the bedside table for the lube.

Bottle in hand, Davy paused. “Condom?”
Kurt panted, “You fuck anyone else since me?”
“Of course not.”
“Then do it. Now.”

Slicking up his fingers, Davy plunged two into Kurt right away. Kurt’s back arched up off the sheets. The burn was intense—he didn’t have much experience with this yet. Burn aside, it was so fucking good, especially when Davy pressed the pad of his finger over Kurt’s prostate.

“Oh, fuck yeah.”

“So hot inside,” Davy whispered. “Tight. So fucking tight.” He bent his head and sucked a nut into his mouth. Kurt yelled and clutched at Davy’s damp hair.

Another finger slid in. “Mmmm. Open for me. Show me how you love it.”

 

Davy’s voice, dropping in timbre, vibrated in his balls, pushing him closer to orgasm.

 

“Hurry, please.”

Licking his lips, Davy slowly withdrew his fingers. Kurt’s hole clenched, trying to keep those magical fingers inside, even as he knew Davy’s cock would feel even better. Davy slicked his cock with a fresh squeeze of lube, showing off for Kurt.

Looming over him, Davy grabbed his wrists again, giving Kurt the illusion of being held down, even though there was no doubt in either of their minds Kurt could stop this if he wanted to. But he truly never wanted it to end. He could look up at Davy’s face, with its diabolically sensual expression, for the rest of his life.

The blunt head of Davy’s cock pushed at him. Kurt thrust toward it, but Davy grinned and held himself back, that tantalizing flesh just out of reach. Kurt whined and writhed.

“Oh yeah, desperate for it.”

“For you.” Kurt only ever uttered words in that breathy voice once before—the last time Davy fucked him.
Davy lowered his head and sucked Kurt’s nipple into his mouth even as his cock slid into Kurt’s unresisting body. The dual sensations had Kurt clutching the sheets and bowing his back off the bed.

A slow withdrawal, and Kurt swore he could feel every ridge and vein of Davy’s cock inside him. Another deliberate thrust had the head of Davy’s cock bumping against Kurt’s prostate. He yelled again.

Davy shifted to the other nipple, but Kurt could barely focus on anything but the slow drag and thrust in his tunnel. More, he needed more.

“Davy, oh, Davy.”
“I love the way you beg, just using my name.” Davy released his wrists, but before he could reach down and grab his cock, give it the pressure he was craving, Davy shoved his knees closer to his chest. “Hold ’em.”
Kurt obeyed, and as soon as Davy had shifted his weight, he began pummeling Kurt’s ass, faster, harder.
“Davy, please.” He needed to come, needed Davy to fill him up.
One hand wrapped around Kurt’s swollen, aching cock and stroked hard.
A long, low sound rooted in his soul tore out of his throat as spunk sprayed across his belly.
Davy grimaced as he fucked Kurt through his orgasm, holding on until the last shudder left Kurt, then he ground his dick inside as far as it would go. A wash of pink colored the pale, sweat-slicked skin of

Davy’s chest and neck, and Davy jerked, coming without a sound. The gush of thick fluid inside made Kurt’s spent cock twitch.

Kurt pulled Davy down onto his chest, Davy still lodged within his body. This was one of the best parts of being in this relationship— falling asleep with Davy in his arms.

“Love you.” Kurt kissed Davy.

 

Davy lifted his wrist, kissing one end of the white scar, then kissed the shiny pink scar on his chest. “Love you too.”

Yeah, the marks on his body were milestones of their relationship, as permanent as a tattoo. Kurt found the completion of his soul out of pain, despair, and sorrow. And if the end result was Davy in his life, it was all worth it.

About the Author
KC B
URN
has been writing for as long as she can remember and is a

sucker for happy endings (of all kinds). After moving from Toronto to Florida for her husband to take a dream job, she discovered a love of gay romance and fulfilled a dream of her own—getting published. By day she edits web content, and at night she neglects her supportive, understanding hubby and needy cat to write stories about men loving men in the past, present and future. Writing is always fun and rewarding, but writing about her guys is the most fun she’s had in a long time, and she hopes you’ll enjoy them as much as she does.

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Suspense Romance fromDREAMSPINNER PRESS