Serendipity—Hold the ClichéAuthor:
Tessisamess & SparklpocalypsePairing:
Slice-of-life, romance, future!fic, college!fic, angstSpoilers:
Canon up to 3x14Warnings:
Don't highlight unless you want spoilers! Character death (not Kurt or Dave), homophobia, and a serious lack of spontaneous singing.Word Count:
4,991 // 8,473 (of ~80,000)Summary:
Sometimes you find love in someone new; sometimes you find it hiding in plain sight. Kurt and Dave have been friends since their senior year of high school, but when they unexpectedly run into each other at a Halloween party everything changes.AN:
In celebration of turning 24 just a few short minutes ago, chapter two is coming at you early!
Chase the Morning
Kurt led Dave up the stairs to his tiny, shared apartment in what he'd informed Dave was the neighborhood of Carroll Gardens. "Don't expect much," he warned. "It's very small, but I've tried to dress it up as much as I could." He pulled off his gloves, then slid the key in the lock and turned it, and when the door opened he stepped aside to let Dave in first.
Dave snorted quietly when he stepped inside, looking around at Kurt's perfectly decorated home. "Well, it looks better than my place, anyway," he joked. The whole night had been a little surreal. It wasn't that seeing Kurt was weird for him, not lately anyway, but the feelings that were usually not much more than a gentle thrum were now insistent and sharp, and he had to wonder why. He guessed some things just didn't have simple explanations, but he did think that if he'd known this was going to happen, he might not have agreed to meet up with Kurt while he was in town.
"Kitchen's through there," Kurt said, oblivious to Dave's train of thought. He pointed at an open doorway through which the side of a small refrigerator was visible, then at a closed door nearby. "Bathroom's next to it." His arm swung to the left, now gesturing across the apartment. "My room's on that side, on the left, and Anna's on the right. And this
is my absurdly comfortable couch." He grinned, then flopped back onto it and reached for the laces of one of his boots.
"We'll see about that, I guess. I mean, I'm basically King Lazy, so I know comf— ohhh
, okay, yeah, this is going back to Philly with me," Dave laughed, sinking back into the cushions. He stayed as he was for a moment before bothering to get together the energy to strip off his gloves. "Man, I should've just reused my Quailman costume. That shit was way less of a pain in the ass."
Kurt muttered something that sounded suspiciously like "You'll have to pry this couch out of my cold, dead hands, Karofsky," as he tugged off his other boot. Then he yanked of his wig and, seemingly mindless off the way his hair was sticking up in tufts, gave his scalp a good scrub with his fingers. "So
itchy," he complained, scratching for about a minute before relaxing against the back of the couch with a sigh. Well, relaxing as much as a guy wearing a corset could relax, anyway.
hair, dude." Dave drawled, reaching over to ruffle it and make it worse. "There; even better." He closed his eyes with a sigh, putting off unlacing his boots for a little longer as he dragged a hand over his face. "Think we're getting too old to dress up on Halloween? 'Cause I don't remember costumes being this much of a pain in the ass like five years ago."
"Five years ago you dressed up like a McKinley football player on Halloween," Kurt reminded him. He attempted to smooth his hair briefly, then gave up and let his arms flop back down at his sides. "I'm not sure how much effort that required on your part." He glanced at Dave, who was melting deeper into the couch cushions. "Besides, you look good. Your costume's great."
Dave smiled lazily, ignoring the slight flush his cheeks took on from the compliment. He didn't know what it was, but a compliment from Kurt had always meant a little more to him than getting them from other people—especially
when it had to do with clothes. "Thanks. Liberated it from the costume department. Was mine anyway, so I don't think they'll mind so long as I put it back. Aaand if they don't notice." he laughed, looking over at Kurt. "You looked good too. You and
fake Kurt Jr."
"Fake Kurt Jr.'s always the life of the party," Kurt drawled. Then he sat up straight, and the look on his face spelled potential trouble. "You didn't tell me you were in Repo
," he said. "If I'd known, I would've come down to see it."
"That's why I didn't tell you," Dave laughed. "I was nervous enough as it was." He admitted. Honestly, the fact that his dad had taken time off from work to come see it had been embarrassing enough, even if it was in a good way.
"If you do another show in the spring, I want to know," Kurt said stubbornly. "I'll sit in the back and won't cheer you on at all."
"I wouldn't be that
embarrassed to have you there." Dave smirked. "Maybe somewhere in the middle and a little clapping. But just a little."
"What's your policy on catcalls?" Kurt asked. He reached behind himself, fumbling with the laces on his corset, then sighed. "Can you help me out? Anna tied me into this thing and now I can't take it off."
"Sure, turn around," Dave said with a quiet laugh. He shrugged out of his coat before shifting into a better angle. Most times he talked to Kurt he didn't like the fact that they could never hang out, but now, seeing what it still did to him, he was starting to think he liked it that way.
"Thanks," Kurt murmured. He turned to face the arm of the couch to give Dave access to the laces. Dave's knuckles brushed against Kurt a few times while he was undoing the corset, and each time Kurt's back muscles twitched against them. Kurt was quiet while Dave freed him from the garment, and only really relaxed again when the corset was off. He took a few deep breaths, probably just because he could, then sighed and flopped back down. "Nothing like a night in a corset to remind you how great breathing feels," he chuckled.
"Oh, I know
," Dave joked, settling back into the couch again. He kept trying to keep his eyes off of Kurt, but he was failing so miserably that he just gave up. "Seeing anyone right now?" he asked, trying to make it sound like a casual, sudden-thought, question.
Kurt slanted his gaze toward Dave and replied, "I'm extremely single. The last guy I was seeing ran off to Europe after two dates." He snorted quietly, shaking his head. "What about you?"
"Nothing like running off to another country to make someone feel special," Dave drawled. He was quiet for a moment, thinking about the last few failed dates he'd had. He was pretty sure they'd ended dully because of his own doing, though whether it was just one of those things or a subconscious sabotage, he didn't know. "Well, y'know. Shit's getting pretty heavy with that half naked cat from the party."
"I thought that was a mouse," Kurt said. "But I guess you'd know—she's your paramour."
"'Paramour,'" Dave laughed. "Jesus, Kurt, who talks like that?" he murmured fondly, nudging the other man. It wasn't lost on him that he'd shifted into Flirt Mode somewhere in the last few minutes, and he almost wished he did
drink so he'd have something to blame it on.
"Significant other, then," Kurt said. "Or maybe..." He paused for a moment, his expression shifting to thoughtful. "Life partner? Lover? Betrothed?" It was pretty clear he'd continue his list unless Dave did something to stop him.
"Hey, those are some pretty serious names to be throwing around," Dave cut in with a grin. "I'm not that
deep into things with half naked cat girl." He paused and, knowing there was a good chance it would end just as badly as the last time he'd done it years ago, Dave sighed. "Besides, I'm pretty sure I'm gonna have to break things off with her. I saw this old friend of mine from high school tonight and, I dunno. Thinking I might see if he'll let me take him out."
Kurt tensed for just a moment, almost like he was startled. Then he relaxed again and asked, carefully, "What do you think your chances are?"
"Honestly? Not so great," Dave laughed. "I mean, the last time I asked him out I made a total ass
out of myself. Did all this shit—even rented this really humiliating gorilla costume, and that
didn't work. So I figure now, when I don't even have the time to completely floor him with something awesome, I'll probably just get laughed out the door." Dave smirked. "I mean, I guess I could find somewhere to rent, like, a bear suit. It's New York, so I'm sure there're costume shops."
"It's Halloween. You're unlikely to find anything but an Easter Bunny costume at most of the shops in town—and I have a feeling that's not the look you're going for." Kurt laughed quietly and looked at the floor, kicking at the fringe of the area rug in front of the couch with one socked foot. "Anyway, what if he doesn't need to be floored? It's been a few years since high school. Maybe he's developed an appreciation for sincerity without theatrics since then."
"Yeeeah," Dave sighed, "but then that just leaves me." He grinned, self-deprecating, hoping his heart wasn't doing double time only to be disappointed.
"You say that like it's a bad thing," Kurt remarked in a casual tone.
"It's not, but I'm not sure if he knows that." Dave joked, then shrugged slightly. "I dunno. Maybe I do have a shot. I mean, look at me."
And Kurt did, his gaze raking slowly down and up Dave's body. "Yeah," he mused, "Azimio'd have to be blind and
stupid to say no."
" Dave asked without missing a beat, hoping it was just a joke and not some weird "easy" let down in joke form. "Z's a tool if he says no."
"Well," Kurt drawled, "if he does
turn you down, you could always go out to dinner with me. Call it a consolation prize."
"Pretty good consolation prize," Dave replied softly, a slow smile curling his lips.
"I mean, I know I'm no Azimio Adams... but on the upside, unlike Azimio, I'm actually gay," Kurt said. "That's got to score me some points."
"It definitely does," Dave agreed. "So, where do you wanna go?" he asked, trying to fend off the idiotic grin that was threatening to take over his face.
"Bed," Kurt stated plainly.
"Right," Dave laughed. "It's late, sorry; plans can wait."
Kurt stood up and bent to grab his boots. When he straightened, his lips quirked into a half-smile. "Are you coming, or what?"
"Am I..." Dave faltered, staring at Kurt a second too long before he snapped out of it, getting to his feet quickly. "Yeah—yes
Kurt grabbed Dave's hand with his free one and led him toward his bedroom. As he pushed the door open, it was revealed, unsurprisingly, to be decorated just as tastefully as the rest of the apartment. Not that Dave had a chance to see much of it—as soon as Kurt twisted the dimmer switch a half-turn to softly illuminate the room, he pressed Dave up against the door frame, released his hand to twist his fingers into the front of his tee shirt, and raised up on his toes to kiss him, slowly and thoroughly.
After letting out a surprised grunt at being grabbed, it took a second for his brain to process the feeling of Kurt's mouth on his. Once it had, though, his hands settled firmly on the other man's waist, heart hammering as he returned the kiss. It felt like, somehow, he'd been waiting for years to do this. Like his desire to kiss and touch Kurt had been waiting quietly in the background, ever patient, all this time for the right moment. There had been moments in the past, especially when they'd still been in high school, when the want to kiss him had been there, ready and present, but not insistent
like it was right then.
Kurt's hands slid up under the back of Dave's tee shirt, tugging it up. "God, you're so warm
," he mumbled against Dave's lips. Then he broke the kiss, his lips lingering against Dave's just enough that it was obvious he was reluctant to do so, then tugged Dave's shirt over his head. Before the shirt even hit the floor, he was pressed right up against Dave again, and kissed him more insistently.
"Not the best compliment I've ever gotten, but I'll take it," Dave teased against Kurt's mouth, hands already moving to return the favor and do away with the other man's shirt.
"I want to see you naked," Kurt replied bluntly, his voice muffled momentarily by the linen of his shirt. He pressed his lips against Dave's throat, sucking short kisses up and down it until he found a spot that made Dave shudder.
Dave huffed a quiet laugh, the noise mixing with a groan as he slid the heels of his hands down the line of Kurt's back, pushing them closer together. "Fair enough," he murmured.
For a moment, Kurt seemed to melt into Dave, kissing his jaw, then the corner of his mouth. Then he pulled back again, grimacing. "Give me a second," he requested. He grabbed his waistband with one hand and pulled it away from his body, then reached down into his pants with the other and retrieved the bit of foam rubber they'd been joking about earlier. "Much
better," he sighed.
Kurt tossed the object onto a nearby dresser and crowded into Dave's personal space, pressing the hard-on Dave hadn't felt before against his thigh as he did so.
Dave reached down, quickly undoing his belt so he could pull it off and get it out of the way before leaning in for another kiss. The reality of the situation was finally sinking in, smacking him out of the slight daze he'd been in so that he could grab Kurt by the hips again, backing him up the few steps it took to get from the door to the bed.
Kurt sat on the edge of the bed, his hands running down Dave's chest to hook into the waistband of his pants. He nuzzled a kiss just under Dave's navel, then another, lower down. "Are you clean?" he murmured, undoing Dave's fly without waiting for the answer.
"Yeah," Dave assured with a slight nod, eyes locked on Kurt's face. He carded his fingers through Kurt's hair, mouth going dry as he heard his zipper go down.
As he tugged Dave's pants down a few inches, Kurt pressed his mouth against his cock through his boxer-briefs. "Good," he muttered, punctuating the statement by pulling down Dave's underwear and licking a broad stripe up his shaft.
"Fuck..." Dave sighed, cock twitching slightly against the other man's tongue. He'd thought about this before, of course, but he never really thought things would fall into place well enough for it to actually happen; for them to be together. There had always seemed to be something in the way. Dave didn't know what would happen later on down the road, or even the next morning, but he thought at least having a shot made it worth it.
Kurt curled his hands around Dave's hips, his fingers splaying on his ass cheeks as he sucked the head of Dave's cock into his mouth. His tongue teased the flared rim of it and, as he slowly sucked further down the shaft, he tilted his head back just far enough so his eyes could meet Dave's. The corner of his eyes scrunched in a smile his mouth was too occupied to complete, and his hands tightened on Dave's ass.
Dave's mind blanked then, only able to focus on the feeling of Kurt's mouth around his dick and how fucking sexy
he looked, pencil-smudged eyes staring up at him. A low moan crawled its way up from the back of Dave's throat, rough and quiet.
Humming softly in response, Kurt sucked Dave about halfway down, then slowly pulled back until Dave's cockhead rested on his tongue. He watched Dave's face as his lips slid down his shaft again, further this time, and on the way back up he folded the fingers of his left hand deliberately over his thumb, then pressed his fist against Dave's hip. His right hand spread out over Dave's ass, pulling him in the next time down as he exhaled loudly through his nose.
Dave's mouth dropped open a bit as Kurt took him in—and had kept
taking him in until there was almost nothing left for him to swallow. "Jesus, Kurt," he hissed, fingers momentarily tightening their grip in his hair as he fought not to fuck the other man's mouth.
Lips sliding back up until they released Dave's cock with an audible pop
, Kurt murmured, "You can fuck my mouth, you know." His lips curved into a slow smile. "Unless you'd like to fuck me
..." While he waited for Dave to respond, he focused his attention on the ridge that ran up the underside of Dave's shaft, sucking and licking it from top to bottom with almost dainty kisses.
Dave didn't even need to think about his answer to that. He knelt down on the bed over Kurt, kissing him as he used his weight to push him back into the bedding. "You know I want you," Dave mumbled against his lips with a slight laugh, one hand slipping between them to paw at Kurt through the soft material of his pants.
Kurt bucked up against Dave's hand with a moan. "I want you, too," he replied. "Just thought I'd—" he broke off on a gasp when Dave's hand curved over his dick, and didn't finish his sentence. Instead, he mouthed at Dave's shoulder and shoved Dave's pants further down, his hands running over Dave's lower back, ass, and the backs of his upper thighs.
Dave buried his face in the curve of Kurt's shoulder, biting lightly at his skin as he tugged the other man's pants down around his hips, practically rutting against him as he did.
After he shimmied out of his leggings, Kurt's legs folded up around Dave's hips, his heels catching Dave's pants to push them almost all the way off. He moaned as the action shoved their cocks together, one hand reaching blindly for the nightstand.
While Kurt fumbled for the drawer, Dave kissed and bit his way down the other man's torso slowly. His hands moved heavily over Kurt's skin as he moved down onto the floor, aborting his attempt to retrieve anything when he grabbed the backs of his knees, pulling Kurt to the edge of the mattress before slipping his pants off and shouldering his thighs.
Dave sucked a bruising kiss into the soft flesh of Kurt's inner thigh, then shuffled forward, hands settling on Kurt's flat stomach as he mouthed at the base of his cock with a low noise.
Kurt shuddered and flexed his hips, straining against Dave's hands. He propped himself up on one elbow, biting his lip as his other hand caught Dave's, trembling a little as it ran down his arm to his shoulder. "That's so good," he muttered, his lip red when he released it. Pre-come beaded at the tip of his cock as it twitched against Dave's mouth.
Licking a thin stripe up the line of Kurt's cock with the tip of his tongue, Dave sucked the head into his mouth, tracing lazy patterns over it before taking him in further, cheeks hollowing.
Kurt fell back against the bed with a drawn-out groan of "Fuck,
David..." His hands fisted in the bedding at his sides and he took a few deep, controlling breaths before propping himself back up again to watch.
Dave glanced up at Kurt, eyes locking on his face as he slid down on his cock, teeth barely grazing against the underside of it. He pulled off of Kurt's erection to duck his head, mouth and tongue working over the other man's balls, free hand moving to wrap around his cock to keep working it.
"Lemme go down on you," Dave half-asked, voice rough.
"Yes," Kurt hissed in response. His hips arched, flexing up against Dave's face for a few uncontrolled thrusts, and then he took another calming breath and said, unexpectedly, "But... give me a second." Kurt slid back on the bed, up toward the headboard, licking his lips as Dave followed. He turned over onto his knees and reached for the nightstand again.
"For what?" Dave asked, not really caring about the answer. He grabbed Kurt's hips, biting the side of his ass as the other man dug through his night stand.
"This, and this," Kurt replied with a moan, squirming in Dave's grip and twisting to look at him over his shoulder. He deposited a few condoms and a bottle of lube on the bed, then reached into the drawer again. "And this," he said, retrieving a small black canister.
"Fuck is that...?" Dave asked, reaching around to pump the other man's cock, lips moving over the curve of his ass.
Kurt popped open the top of the canister and pulled out what looked like one of those wet naps that came with wings, of all things. He twisted around in Dave's grip, tossing the canister aside and leaning to kiss him so thoroughly that it was probably a distraction, and then murmured, "Okay," against his mouth and knelt back down, facing the headboard, his knees sliding apart on the bedspread.
"Okay." Dave shook his head, suppressing a slight laugh. He couldn't stop the one that escaped him, though, when he leaned in to run the tip of his tongue over Kurt's hole and it tasted... almost sweet
. "You're such a spaz," he teased affectionately, then spread Kurt open so he could start working on getting rid of the mango taste.
Kurt's only reply was a sharp groan as Dave's tongue flattened against him. He spread his knees further and circled his hips just enough so that his ass pressed gently against Dave's mouth and then drew very slightly back, repeating the motion a few times.
Dave let out a hungry noise, hands digging a little more firmly into Kurt's ass as he sucked and licked. He decided that, as much as he liked fruit, it had no business being where it was; he preferred the more subtle taste that was quickly replacing the artificial flavor, masculine and purely Kurt
Kurt, apparently, was a huge fan of having his ass eaten out, if the sounds coming out of his mouth were any indication. He shifted so his chest was resting against the bed, then reached back and pushed Dave's hands away, using his own hands to spread himself. "More," he moaned—the first actual word he'd managed since Dave's tongue had found his ass.
Dave groaned at the sight of Kurt holding himself open, hand dropping to smooth over the tops of his thigh, the other wrapping around his cock. He reached blindly for the bottle the other man had dropped onto the bed as he worked the tip of his tongue into Kurt's ass.
With a whine, Kurt arched his back, his fingers tensing on his ass cheeks. The movement shoved his ass toward Dave's mouth, and he shuddered as Dave's tongue slipped a little bit deeper inside, his cock leaking pre-come in Dave's grip. "David
—" he cried. "David, please."
Dave pulled back, popping the cap on the bottle the second he had it in his grip. He loved the noises Kurt made; the way his name sounded coming from his lips. He sat up, releasing the other man's cock as he tipped the bottle upside down over his fingers.
When Dave's fingertips, cool and slick with lube, nudged up against Kurt's asshole, Kurt shuddered and inhaled sharply. "Do it," Kurt urged, his hips working fluidly in a figure-eight that shifted his ass appealingly beneath his hands.
"Fuck..." Dave murmured with a slow breath, watching intently as he began working his middle finger into Kurt.
As soon as Dave's finger breeched him, Kurt rocked back into it, hands still spreading himself wide. "Yes
," he muttered, his voice muffled by the bedding as he panted into it. Moaning softly, he pressed his ass further back, taking Dave's finger in up to the next knuckle.
Dave's hand settled on the small of Kurt's back as he worked his finger in. Soon, he was all the way in, thrusting shallowly. It was hard to keep himself from saying every dumb thing that crossed his mind, but he managed not to blurt something ridiculous like, "Your ass is perfect," or something else equally horrible.
"Another," Kurt demanded with very little force, his hips continuing to undulate. "I'm ready," he said, hips stilling for just a brief moment when Dave pressed a second finger against his hole. Then he shoved back again, encouraging Dave to thrust both inside him.
Dave tried to pace himself but, with the way Kurt's hips were moving, he could barely concentrate on anything else. He worked the next finger in alongside the first, sliding them in deep before curling them downward.
Kurt gasped and shuddered, releasing one of his ass cheeks. It bounced back into its natural position as he gripped the bedding in a tight fist, the motion of his hips faltering again. "Soon," he pleaded, "or I'll come without you..."
Nodding, though unsure why he was doing it since Kurt couldn't see him, Dave sped up his efforts, spreading his fingers out a little as he turned his wrist. "Lemme know," he muttered, watching himself work.
"... now would be good," Kurt said, turning his head to look over his shoulder at Dave as he spoke. He untangled his hand from his comforter and felt for the condoms, snagging one of them between two fingers and passing it back to Dave.
Dave took the packet readily, pulling out of Kurt so he could tear it open, quickly pulling the condom out so he could roll it down the length of his cock. He glanced around for the lube, grabbing the bottle once he saw where he'd dropped it. He slicked his cock with one hand, grabbing Kurt's hip with the other.
"Do it," Kurt urged, shoving his ass back against Dave's cock. "I need it, David..."
Breath hitching sharply, Dave pressed forward, feeling Kurt bear down on the head of his cock as it slipped into him. "Oh, god..." he hissed, hand tightening on the other man's hip.
Kurt groaned raggedly and rocked back on his knees, shoving more of Dave's cock inside him. "Shit
you're thick," he whined, letting go of his other ass cheek so he could brace himself on his hands for balance. He rocked forward a bit, then back even further, his back arching and then bowing to help work Dave's shaft inside.
," Dave gasped. He never would have been able to imagine Kurt saying those kinds of things—well, in realistic
scenarios, anyway. His hips rolled shallowly, fucking slowly into Kurt as he worked himself in deeper, eyes trained on the sight of his cock sliding in and out of him.
When Dave bottomed out inside him, Kurt moaned and ground back, then wiggled his hips slowly. His ass clenched tight around Dave's cock, then slowly, as he let out a shaky breath, Kurt relaxed. "Okay," he muttered, casting a glance over his shoulder at Dave.
Dave pulled out halfway before thrusting back in, keeping his movements long and slow. A low noise growled from the back of his throat, hands sliding restlessly over Kurt's hips and thighs as he fucked him.
Kurt adapted his movements to Dave's rhythm, drawing out the thrusts even more. Every time Dave pulled out, Kurt rolled his hips forward so that just the tip of Dave's cock remained inside, and when Dave thrust back in, Kurt ground his ass against Dave's hips. He moaned Dave's name again, longer and more thready this time, and reached back to twine the fingers of his left hand with Dave's.
When Dave felt Kurt's fingers slip between his, his heart stuttered and his stomach dropped. It was almost like being smacked in the face; the sudden clarity
of the situation. He'd been in love with Kurt for years now, and here Dave was, in bed with Kurt, in Kurt
. Feeling like you were about to come and have a melt down in the same moment was confusing, to put it lightly. It was definitely not a feeling Dave ever thought he'd have.
," he murmured, pulling out of the other man. Dave grabbed him, flipping him over easily before sliding back into him in one, smooth stroke, then leaned forward, settling his weight on his arms.
Kurt stared up at Dave, his lips parted and red as he panted, his body jostling gently with each thrust. His legs hitched up around Dave's hips, and he reached for Dave's face, cupping his cheek and then bringing his head down for a kiss. He hummed into Dave's mouth, breaking the kiss to gasp for air. Kurt's other hand slid between their bodies, gripping his own hard cock and jerking it in time with Dave's thrusts. "So good," he said. "I didn't expect—"
"Didn't expect...?" Dave murmured, flushing slightly. He rested his forehead against the other man's, his thrusts staying slow, but getting harder as he choked out a thready moan.
"Didn't expect it to—ah
—to be so good," Kurt finished, fingers digging into Dave's shoulder. He tilted his head to mouth at Dave's jaw, muttering, "Should've."
"Oh yeah?" Dave asked, laughing slightly. The noise cut off abruptly with another low noise.
"Yeah," Kurt moaned. He pressed his lips to Dave's sweaty cheek, then the corner of his mouth. Kurt licked into Dave's mouth, kissing him slowly. "It's you
," he murmured against Dave's lips.
Dave's breath caught painfully in the back of his throat at Kurt's words. He knew he'd overanalyze it to death later, when he was more capable of doing so, but at that moment it was enough to make him come with Kurt's name on his lips, thrusts growing more jerky as he did.
As Dave came down, Kurt let his hand fly over his cock. He jerked off firmly and quickly for several strokes, until at last he moaned into Dave's mouth, his come painting opaque streaks on both of their chests.