Kurt Elizabeth Hummel; Extraordinaire.

just—dave:

the-fantastic-kurt-e-hummel:

Kurt swallowed hard as soon as David let out that noise, feeling his cheeks colour as he wondered where the line between ‘friendly back-massage’ and ‘something altogether something else’ was, and if he’d already passed it. But he couldn’t back down now, David would know something really weird was up if he did that, and then he’d have to… to lie or explain, and both those options were as bad as each other, really. 

His hands rolled again, a little harder this time and with an odd sureness about them, a knack for this as he slowly started to work out the tension, thumbs digging into the firm skin around David’s spine, trying to ignore the heat and feel of his skin. There was nothing, he told himself firmly, erotic about this. He was simply helping out a friend he’s inconvenienced with his sleep-walking. Returning a favour. That was all. 

It was harder than Dave thought it would be, separating the necessary parts himself from the situation. He wasn’t even coming close to succeeding in doing so. Hell, he wouldn’t even make it onto the ‘honorable mentions’ list. He knew what he wanted to do. Dave wanted to arch into Kurt’s hands; he wanted to turn back over and kiss the other man, touch him, show him that Dave was good for a few things other than fixing shit and ruining moods.

Dave had a problem with wanting things he couldn’t have. And he knew that. Which, he guessed, was better than not realizing it.

“Up a little,” he muttered into his pillow. It smelled like Kurt and if he hadn’t already been hard that would have done it in an instant. 

Kurt nodded, then realized David couldn’t see and hummed in response. He didn’t trust his voice not to squeak or something equally embarrassing, but as he moved his fingers up in slow, kneading motions he realized the angle was quickly going to give him shoulder-ache. Which wasn’t good. The only option he really had was… was to move closer and… well… sit on the backs of David’s thighs.

Haha. No. No way in hell could he do that! That was… was totally crossing the line! But his fingers had stilled for too long now, and the angle really was sore. Kurt swallowed. “Um… I’m just… going to move a bit…” Kurt shifted, closing his eyes for a second before going for it, hooking his leg over the backs of David’s and sliding on top of him. 

just—dave:

the-fantastic-kurt-e-hummel:

… Perhaps that had been a bad idea. Kurt’s eyes widened as he looked down at the broad expanse of David’s back, his heart suddenly beating way too hard and fast - but it would be so, so weird if he told him to put his shirt back on, and besides, he couldn’t… why the hell had he suggested this?! Kurt took a deep breath and cleared his throat, shifting a little closer.

The angle was awkward for him as he gently let both his hands flutter down to spread over David’s lower back, but it was the last thing he was thinking of. Kurt was suddenly and acutely aware that not only was he touching another guy like this for the first time, but said guy was gay and—… ugh… damn it… attractive. Even if he was a asshole most of the time.

David’s skin was warm under his hands as he tried to get a mental grip on himself, rolling the heels of his palms where the muscle was tight and knotted, careful not to press too hard at first.

He could feel how nervous Kurt was. It was hard to miss and, hell, he didn’t blame the dude. Even if none of their… circumstances existed, there was still the fact Kurt was… god, even thinking about it made Dave hard and, shit, he’d bet money that getting off on someone being a virgin was fucking weird. What was weirder, though, was that it’d never really gotten him going before with anyone else. It wasn’t a turn off, but it had never been so out of proportionally sexy before.

When Kurt’s hands found his skin, Dave stiffed slightly before forcing himself to relax again. He couldn’t help the low groan he uttered, though, once the younger man started kneading into his back. 

Kurt swallowed hard as soon as David let out that noise, feeling his cheeks colour as he wondered where the line between ‘friendly back-massage’ and ‘something altogether something else’ was, and if he’d already passed it. But he couldn’t back down now, David would know something really weird was up if he did that, and then he’d have to… to lie or explain, and both those options were as bad as each other, really. 

His hands rolled again, a little harder this time and with an odd sureness about them, a knack for this as he slowly started to work out the tension, thumbs digging into the firm skin around David’s spine, trying to ignore the heat and feel of his skin. There was nothing, he told himself firmly, erotic about this. He was simply helping out a friend he’s inconvenienced with his sleep-walking. Returning a favour. That was all. 

just—dave:

the-fantastic-kurt-e-hummel:

just—dave:

Dave snorted. With all the smoking he did he knew his circulation was shit. There was so much wrong with this situation it was almost funny. In a sad sort of way. He should have just said no. Dave didn’t know why he did this shit to himself, really. A new form of self destruction, maybe.

He sat down on his bed and kicked his boots off before lying down on his stomach, turning his head away from Kurt. It was going to be hard enough not to pull anything stupid without looking at him. 

Kurt exhaled thankfully as David moved to lay down on his stomach, avoiding any awkwardness of Kurt trying to explain things in a way that wouldn’t be weird. He still felt a little on edge around David, the boundries blurred; especially after last night. What had he said or done? It was frightening. David had seen him at his utmost weakest - his most open and vulnerable. He could have said or done anything, and he just… didn’t know. But despite that, he desperately wanted the friendship they’d had back, and if a back massage was the first step towards it…?

“Okay,” he murmured, shifting to kneel beside David. “You… you should, um… shirt off.”

Dave hesitated, wondering if that was… strictly necessary. Of course it was, though. It wasn’t like Hummel was perving on him or any shit. He propped himself up on one elbow long enough to reach back and haul his shirt up, over his head, not bothering to pull it down it arms and the rest of the way off before he settled back into the bed. 

He was overtly aware of how close they were, how twisted this whole situation was. The both of them on Dave’s bed, the heat from Kurt’s body radiating off of him —and not a single thing he wanted to do actually in the realm of possibilities.  

… Perhaps that had been a bad idea. Kurt’s eyes widened as he looked down at the broad expanse of David’s back, his heart suddenly beating way too hard and fast - but it would be so, so weird if he told him to put his shirt back on, and besides, he couldn’t… why the hell had he suggested this?! Kurt took a deep breath and cleared his throat, shifting a little closer.

The angle was awkward for him as he gently let both his hands flutter down to spread over David’s lower back, but it was the last thing he was thinking of. Kurt was suddenly and acutely aware that not only was he touching another guy like this for the first time, but said guy was gay and—… ugh… damn it… attractive. Even if he was a asshole most of the time.

David’s skin was warm under his hands as he tried to get a mental grip on himself, rolling the heels of his palms where the muscle was tight and knotted, careful not to press too hard at first.

freakshowberry:

the-fantastic-kurt-e-hummel:

freakshowberry:

…I swear I will hunt down the voyeur and shatter their eardrums. Jacob, if that was you…

Do we need to set up CCTV? Or some sort of stakeout? That could be fun.

Oh, a stakeout! Yes, yes…I always felt I would make a good detective. Like one of those from the old noir, black and white movies.

I couldn’t agree more - although you’re not the blonde of a Hitchcock, who needs a stereotype to fit when you’re, well, us! Besides, it might make a good musical.

just—dave:

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An odd surge of relief and dread washed through him as David agreed. He’d expected to be laughed out the door, but instead… he’d said yes. “Okay,” Kurt nodded, standing up and glancing around awkwardly. “You should… lay down.” He could… well, kneel beside him, if David was on his front, and work from there. Hopefully David would understand and sort of get into that position without Kurt having to tell him to.

“I won’t, um… I used to give my dad shoulder and neck rubs all the time… it helped with his circulation too…”

Dave snorted. With all the smoking he did he knew his circulation was shit. There was so much wrong with this situation it was almost funny. In a sad sort of way. He should have just said no. Dave didn’t know why he did this shit to himself, really. A new form of self destruction, maybe.

He sat down on his bed and kicked his boots off before lying down on his stomach, turning his head away from Kurt. It was going to be hard enough not to pull anything stupid without looking at him. 

Kurt exhaled thankfully as David moved to lay down on his stomach, avoiding any awkwardness of Kurt trying to explain things in a way that wouldn’t be weird. He still felt a little on edge around David, the boundries blurred; especially after last night. What had he said or done? It was frightening. David had seen him at his utmost weakest - his most open and vulnerable. He could have said or done anything, and he just… didn’t know. But despite that, he desperately wanted the friendship they’d had back, and if a back massage was the first step towards it…?

“Okay,” he murmured, shifting to kneel beside David. “You… you should, um… shirt off.”

just—dave:

the-fantastic-kurt-e-hummel:

Kurt hesitated for a long second before speaking again, his voice soft and holding that edge of uncertainty, the tremor of self-doubt. “I feel really guilty about the fact you’ve hurt your back from sleeping like that, and… I’m in no way a professional, but if… if you want, I-…” jeez, how did he offer a back-massage without sounding like some creep? And besides, a small part of his brain needled, David probably just wanted Kurt gone and preferably without the touching. “I could… give you a massage just to, um, get the tension out…?”

Smooth, he mentally groaned, wishing he hadn’t said anything.

Dave stared at Kurt, brows drawing together slightly. He figured the guy just felt guilty as fuck for last night, but even so… the offer was unexpected. He knew it was selfish, and maybe a little messed up, but even though he knew he should probably decline he found himself nodding slightly; he didn’t even bother lying to himself. He just wanted Kurt’s hands on him, even if it was just to get the kinks out of his back. 

“Yeah, sure —just don’t fuck me up worse than I already am.” 

An odd surge of relief and dread washed through him as David agreed. He’d expected to be laughed out the door, but instead… he’d said yes. “Okay,” Kurt nodded, standing up and glancing around awkwardly. “You should… lay down.” He could… well, kneel beside him, if David was on his front, and work from there. Hopefully David would understand and sort of get into that position without Kurt having to tell him to.

“I won’t, um… I used to give my dad shoulder and neck rubs all the time… it helped with his circulation too…”

just—dave:

the-fantastic-kurt-e-hummel:

“It looked sore,” Kurt said softly, thankful that David had turned away as he shimmied into the clothes - deciding to keep the boxers until further notice, moving to sit on the edge of the bed after hastily making it. Not to mention David’s backache was primarily his fault. “You should lie down with a hot water bottle on it… Azimio and I can cover your shift today,” he offered. Actually, what David probably really needed for something like that was a massage.

“I’m not eighty,” Dave grumbled. “It’s fine; I can work through it.” he said, even though he knew the other man was right. He tried not to look at Kurt. Kurt, who was wearing Dave’s clothes. It was like the ultimate smack in the face; the universe, pointing and laughing, cooing, “Look at what you can’t have. If you were normal, if you weren’t such an asshole, that would be exactly what it looks like. But you are and it’s not.”

Kurt hesitated for a long second before speaking again, his voice soft and holding that edge of uncertainty, the tremor of self-doubt. “I feel really guilty about the fact you’ve hurt your back from sleeping like that, and… I’m in no way a professional, but if… if you want, I-…” jeez, how did he offer a back-massage without sounding like some creep? And besides, a small part of his brain needled, David probably just wanted Kurt gone and preferably without the touching. “I could… give you a massage just to, um, get the tension out…?”

Smooth, he mentally groaned, wishing he hadn’t said anything.

just—dave:

the-fantastic-kurt-e-hummel:

There were moments in Kurt’s life where he wished he had a nice little filter that would flare up when he sounded like an ungrateful asshole and warn him before he spoke. David had looked after him, got him dressed, slept on a chair, was letting him borrow clothes, and here he was asking for smaller sizes. Way to go.

“Thanks, David,” he murmured, taking them and crooking a small smile. “I really appreciate it,” he said sincerely, noting the way David checked his posture. “Did… did you hurt your back…?” Kurt asked, pulling on the shirt.

“Slept on it wrong. S’nothing,” Dave turned away so Kurt could dress. He never bothered with such obvious politeness with other men, regardless of who they were or what way they swung; so long as you weren’t outright staring, what did it matter? But something about Kurt… he didn’t mistake the younger man for a woman and he never had, but you didn’t have to be female to have class. And something about not turning away, not making a big deal, felt off.

“It looked sore,” Kurt said softly, thankful that David had turned away as he shimmied into the clothes - deciding to keep the boxers until further notice, moving to sit on the edge of the bed after hastily making it. Not to mention David’s backache was primarily his fault. “You should lie down with a hot water bottle on it… Azimio and I can cover your shift today,” he offered. Actually, what David probably really needed for something like that was a massage.