Title: XYZ

Author: Siekcsroe

Pairing,Character(s): Kurtofsky

Rating: R

Word Count: 1310

Summary: Locker room hijinks. Can be read as a standalone/one-shot or a continuation of Redemption, so I'm adding it on to the fic.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.

A/N: This is what happened the first time I attempted to write plot-less smut...It didn't go as planned.


Karofsky slammed Kurt against the locker hard enough that it rattled on its hinges. His lips were against Kurt's throat, teeth grazing down to his collarbone. He rumbled deep in his chest, an animalistic, predatory, mine sound, at Kurt's breathy gasp.

He slid a hand under Kurt's shirt, up his abdomen, and held it to Kurt's chest. He could feel the frantic beat of Kurt's heart against his palm. He pulled his lips away from Kurt's flesh and looked him in the eye.

"This is wrong." he said, Kurt's heart still beating against his hand. His gaze was focused on Kurt's lips, thinned down to an angry line. His eyes slid up to take in Kurt's flushed cheeks, furrowed brow, and piercing glare.

"Oh, no, you don't, Karofsky."

Damn. He only calls me Karofsky when he's really pissed. Time for some damage control.

"But, Kurt, I—"

"I don't want to hear it! We've come too far, been through too much—"

Dave felt Kurt's heart start to beat even faster in response to his anger. He slid his hand to the side and tweaked Kurt's nipple when he ignored Dave's attempts to interrupt his rant.

"Listen!" he said, and Kurt stopped talking but still glared. He slid his hand down Kurt's side to rest on his hip. Kurt didn't move away, but he was tense.

"Kurt," he said, trying to put all the want, need that he felt into that single word.

Kurt looked in his eyes, then away. He started to step away, but Dave pulled him closed, holding him close.

Kurt sighed. The sound was so long-suffering and sad that Dave regretted stopping things before they got too...hot and heavy.

"Kurt," he said again, murmuring into the crook of his neck. "I want you so fucking much, but this is wrong."

"There is nothing, absolutely nothing wrong with this, Dave! I want you; you want me. It's as simple as that!" Dave felt Kurt's breath hot on his neck.

"But I—"

"If this is about how much of a jerk you used to be to me, we've been over it! So many times."

"It's not..."

"Then what is it?" Kurt pulled back and held Dave at arm's length, searching his face for an answer.

"It's just that I—we're at school and I don't think I could do public—"

"Oh. My. God." Kurt shoved him away with enough force that Dave stumbled a step. "You are such an ass. You let me think that you were having a meltdown—"

"I didn't mean to—" Dave strangled a hysterical giggle, then sobered immediately when Kurt's glare morphed into a full-on ferocious scowl.

"Kurt, I didn't do it on purpose. It's just that..." Dave backed a step, then another as Kurt stalked towards him.

It's just that you're an impossible, idiotic neanderthal who has no idea..."

Dave felt cool steel at his back as Kurt cornered him against the lockers, then grabbed a fistful of his t-shirt.

"No idea," Kurt repeated, eyes glinting, "how lucky you are that I love you. Otherwise I would feel the urge to do terrible, unspeakable things to you."

Dave felt his heart race, Kurt's knuckles grazing his chest through his shirt as he leaned forward and glared at him. He felt a thrill of excitement, nervousness? As Kurt, half his size and traitorously delicate to look at, pressed him against the lockers.

Dave didn't know if it was Kurt's new-found dominance, his declaration of love or his proximity that— Wait, what? Did Kurt just say he loved me? Wasn't that so fucking romantic? Dave felt blood rush to his cheeks, and other areas, as Kurt stared at him inscrutably.

"I'm sorry," Dave said, voice wavering and sounding weak in his own ears. So he was frowning when Kurt closed the inches separating them and kissed him.

He parted his lips in surprised and closed his eyes, giving in to the feeling as Kurt plundered his mouth. He groaned into the kiss as Kurt's hand moved down his torso to rest on the waistband of his jeans. Kurt broke the kiss and stared into Dave's eyes as he unbuttoned his jeans, then slid the zipper down.

All hesitation and thoughts concerning anything other than Oh, fuck, Kurt don't ever stop doing that. flew by the wayside. The world dimmed around him until all he knew was Kurt's eyes, dark, intense, and sofuckingbeautiful, locked on his own, and the fact that Kurt had him in the palm of his hand. Literally.

Dave had his head thrown back against the lockers, making small needy sounds that he would never admit to later, as Kurt murmured an almost-unintelligible string of words against his ear.

Then a loud, angry ahem from across the room startled him. Kurt froze against him.

"Fuck, fuck, shit!" Kurt hissed, lips brushing Dave's ear. Dave would have laughed if the situation wasn't so awkward. Kurt cursing tended to be more amusing than threatening.

"What the hell, guys?"

Kurt slid his hand out of Dave's underwear and buttoned his jeans before turning to face his Finn.

"Finn, look it's—"

"Keep your hands off my brother, Karofsky! I may know about you two but that doesn't mean that I'm gonna—"

"Dude, he was the one with his hand—"

"Don't care. If I—"

"Finn," Kurt said, trying to sound reasonable.

"I don't care. You guys are lucky I'm the one who walked in on...Doing that here is just asking for a beat-down."

"From who?" Dave asked, taking a step towards Finn, fists clenched, and settling into his 'Imma kick ass and take names' mentality like a comfortable pair of shoes.

Finn winced, "Oh, jeez, Karofsky. XYZ."


"Examine your..." Finn motioned at Dave's crotch, winced again, then looked in the opposite direction.

"Shit," Dave muttered, turning away from Finn and zipping his pants. He noticed that Kurt's cheeks were red and he was biting his lip.

"Besides," Dave said, pretending that never happened, "If anybody finds out and has a problem with us," he motioned between Kurt and himself, "I'll just kick their ass."

"And I'll insult their fashion sense," Kurt said dryly, tugging his shirt down to cover a bare stretch of his midriff. Dave knew that Finn was talking again, but he missed the first few words.

"...you have to—please don't do that in public."

"See, Kurt, I warned you."

"Shut up, Dave."

Finn looked between them, frowning when they interrupted him. "Kurt, can I talk to you? Alone."

Kurt shrugged. "Yeah, give me a minute."

"I'll be waiting right outside the door." He turned a glare on Dave, who just rolled his eyes.

Kurt waited for the door to click shut behind Finn, then walked back over to Dave and gave him a swift kiss.

"We'll...talk about this later."

Dave nodded, then watched as Kurt walked to the door. His hand was on the handle when Dave spoke up.

"I love you too, just so you know." Dave was looking at his sneakers when he said it.

"I know." Kurt was smiling at him when he looked up, then he was walking out the door, saying, "What is so important, Finn?"

Dave sat down on the nearest bench and stared at the tile floor.

What. The fuck. Just happened?