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The sound of the rain hitting the roof calmed Kurt.
His brother had left for the café and he took peace in being alone. The rain kept him from doing any outdoor work, but there were other things to occupy him. Some things needed engraving and he wanted to make a new flowerpot for Lyla. If done right, he could keep himself busy all day.
The door opening and closing brought his attention from his lap.
And Kurt’s heart stopped.
Toy always paid him a visit. Kurt couldn't remember a time when he didn’t. It felt like a visit to Kurt and the shop was engraved into his schedule.
Kurt stood up as Toy walked over. "Hey. What's up, Toy?" They had known each other for weeks and he still couldn't understand why he called himself that. He didn't know if it was his real name or not; he never questioned it
"Oh, you know," Toy shrugged, "the usual."
Reaching his hand into his rucksack, he pulled out a tomato. Sometime after his first harvest, Toy always had one to give to Kurt. Kurt never asked how he knew he loved them.
"I think this harvest was the best one yet! You have to try it now."
Toy had never urged him to quickly eat before. They usually talked for a bit and then went about their day. Kurt didn't know what to say, but he took one look at Toy’s pleading look and it changed his mind.
Taking the tomato, he brought it to his mouth. When he bit into it, he understood what Toy meant. There was something different about it that separated it from the others. Kurt couldn't put his finger down on what, though.
"It's delicious."
Toy smiled. I'm glad you think so. I knew only you could tell the difference."
Kurt shrugged. "It's no big deal," he muttered before taking another bite.
"No, it is a big deal," Toy corrected, grabbing Kurt's hand free hand. "You're the only one I trust being honest about whether a harvest is good or not." He cast his eyes downwards, refusing to look at him. "It's only you..."
The next events happened so fast.
First, Kurt cupped Toy’s face, forcing him to look up and they stared into each other’s eyes. Kurt felt his heart thrash around in his chest. Toy held a determined look in his eyes. He eased them backward until Kurt's legs hit the soft futon. Kurt searched for any hint of what they were about to do. He saw none, but he knew what was going to happen anyway.
And Kurt couldn't stop himself.
Their lips met and Kurt felt things he hadn't before, emotions he couldn't understand. Toy’s hands ran down his torso then under his shirt. His hands were slow to travel up his abs and to his chest. Even though the gloves irritated his skin, Kurt arched his back when skilled fingers ran over his nipples. Toy grabbed the edge of his shirt and pulled it over Kurt's head. Kurt reached out and quickly undid Toy's suspenders, sending them flying off his shoulders.
One by one, they tore each other’s clothes off. They were quick and clumsy, occasionally bumping their heads together. By the end of it, Kurt was face down on the futon pile, Toy hovering over him as he placed kisses along his neck and back. He was too embarrassed to look behind him when Toy pulled away, his thoughts racing a mile per minute. His breath hitched when he heard the familiar sound of a lube bottle opening.
A moment passed and then another.
"Just relax," Toy whispered as his wet finger rubbed against his asshole, "It'll hurt less."
Kurt took a few deep breaths, grateful that Toy didn't go any further yet. He didn’t know how much time had passed before a finger was pushed inside him.
He cried out. This was a sensation he never felt before; a sensation he never considered. When Toy pressed against his prostate, he let out a throaty moan. Without realizing it, he moved his hips against Toy’s hand, exploring the new feeling. Moments passed where he was suspended in this new feeling until Toy slipped another finger into him. The pain lasted for a moment before Toy pressed into his prostate again, sending him back into pleasure. Kurt happily resumed moving his hips. It felt too good. Even when Toy added a third finger and started to stretch him out more.
Time lost all meaning. Kurt felt like he should be worried about the possibility of Joe walking into such a situation. Oh, but he didn’t care. He only cared about this wonderful feeling he was losing himself in.
Toy pulled his fingers away and Kurt felt empty. Looking over his shoulder, he watched Toy pour lube onto his cock, stroking himself as he did so. He thought he would feel more nervous about this, but he didn’t.
Kurt wanted this badly.
Toy grabbed him by his hips and leaned closer until the tip of his dick pushed against Kurt. "I can stop now... if you don't want this..."
Kurt appreciated being able to stop when they were this far in. He wouldn't back out, though, and he pushed backward to ease the tip inside him. Toy squeezed his hips and slowly pushed further in slowly. When it hurt, Kurt told him to stop and Toy did so, allowing him to adjust to the intrusion. He never moved until Kurt told him he could. It continued like this until Toy was fully seated inside him.
This feeling was...he couldn't describe it.
Toy leaned against him, breathing heavily into his ear and it sent chills down his spine. Kurt squirmed and moved his hips. Without hesitating, Toy moved in and out of him slowly. He moaned, burying his face into the futon as Toy thrust into him. He felt Toy’s strong arms wrap around his torso and lift him slightly.
"I need to hear you," Toy breathed out.
He gave an exceptionally hard thrust, causing Kurt to cry out louder. His regular tempo returned, moving in and out at a steady pace. Kurt felt like he was going mad. Every so often, Toy would thrust hard into him and he loved it.
Reaching blindly, he grabbed the closest part of Toy that he could grab. "Do it harder..." Kurt begged.
Toy kissed his neck, thrusting harder into him. The pressure against his prostate tossed Kurt into a deep well of pleasure. Nothing made sense to him anymore, and he focused only on their act and what he was feeling. Kurt reached down and stroked himself slowly, feeling that knot in his stomach grow tighter.
Toy reached around and interlaced their fingers, trapping his dick between their hands. Together, they stroked his dick, Toy's thumb running over the tip whenever they stroked up. Kurt wasn't sure how much longer he could handle this. The knot in his lower abdomen felt ready to snap—and it did.
Moaning loudly, Kurt came over their hands. With a few more thrusts, Toy reached his own climax, burying his face into Kurt's neck.
They stayed like that for Kurt didn’t know how long. He almost didn’t want Toy to pull away but knew they had to. Joe could be back at any moment. That didn’t mean he didn’t feel a pang in his chest when Toy pulled away. They silently fixed their clothes, cleaning up any evidence that this had happened.
After the haze and pleasure wore down, Kurt found himself embarrassed. He had never let himself go like that before. It was scary as much as it was liberating.
"I'm sorry," Toy muttered as he fixed his suspenders.
Kurt looked at him, shocked. "Hu-huh...?"
Toy ran his fingers through his hair before placing his hat back on. "I shouldn't have made a move on you like that... I'm sorry..."
He shook his head. "Don't apologize. It was fine and I... I enjoyed it." He smiled, knowing fully well that he was blushing. "Thanks..."
Toy smiled back and it brought a whole new level of brightness into the room. "That's great." His expression changed to one of sad curiosity. "Do you think... Can we... Can we do this again one day...? If you're up to it, that is..."
Kurt wasn't expecting that kind of question. More importantly, he found that feeling stirring inside him at the thought of doing it again. He chuckled and shoved his hands in his pockets, anything to keep that he was too excited from Toy.
"Yeah. I'd like that."