Mail Order Bride 10/?
Title: Mail Order Bride 10/?
Author: 1farmer_girl
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Puck/Kurt
Genre: Historical AU, Romance, Drama
Warning: Mpreg and slight genderbending
Spoilers: None, I pretty much used names and basic personality outlines
Disclaimer: If I owned Glee I would probably make it unsuitable for broadcast television and it would be taken off the air which would be sad, so I’ll let Ryan Murphy keep it.
Word Count: 3,438
A/N: Hey all, I’m back! *waves* I know I was gone for quite awhile, but I got a lot of work done on my Glee BB story, so now I shouldn’t have to scramble to work on that over Christmas break *\o/* I have a favor to ask you guys actually. I’m one of the most indecisive people ever and I can’t decide if I want the baby to be a boy or a girl. So, if you have an opinion, please post it in the comments and I’ll tally up which got the most votes and make my decision that way. Thanks!
Puck
Puck wiped sweat from his brow as he rested on top of a hill that overlooked his land. He couldn’t help feeling pride at the thought of that, his land. He’d never really felt this sense of ownership before he’d moved here. He’d paid rent to a landlord for his home back east and many of his possessions had been passed down by other family members.
But his farm was all his and it was something worth feeling proud of.
From his vantage point, Puck could see over his fields which would yield an exceptionally good crop this year. With any luck he would make enough money from it to buy Kurt that fur stole he’d had his eyes on for Christmas.
Beyond the fields, Puck could see the barn and house and that little chicken coop Kurt had been so insistent on. Puck was surprised everyday by how Kurt had not only adjusted to his change in lifestyle, but seemed to thrive on it. Despite Kurt’s obviously rich upbringing, he didn’t have a spoiled or lazy bone in his body.
Kurt took great pride in his little vegetable garden and he positively doted on his chicks and Maestro. It wasn’t hard for Puck to imagine Kurt directing that same mothering attention towards their own child in a just few months time.
As the leaves turned color and began to fall, the two had traveled to the nearest doctor. Doc Brown was a traveling doctor who went between the villages in a 60 mile radius which were too small to have their own doctor.
After a brief physical, the Doc had pronounced Kurt to be well and healthy and likely to give birth just after the New Year. Doc had advised Kurt to avoid strenuous activity and continue to eat well. Before he headed on his way, Doc had promised to make sure he was in the area when the due date came nearer in case any problems should arise.
Since then, Kurt’s pregnancy had become more and more noticeable. Puck had known carriers who didn’t show any signs of being pregnant until the last month or so. It quickly became clear that Kurt was not one of those carriers. It wasn’t surprising really. Kurt was so slim that the baby didn’t have anywhere to go but out.
Not that Puck was complaining. He didn’t think there was any greater joy then placing his hand over that little mound and knowing there was a life growing in there that was an equal mix of Kurt and himself.
There was one thing about Kurt’s pregnancy that was niggling at him. Since Kurt was obviously growing, Puck had expected Kurt to request new clothes that would fit his growing body better then fashionable tight clothes he had now. However, Kurt had yet to say anything, instead staying silent as his clothes stretched tighter and tighter across his belly.
Puck was sure that Kurt couldn’t be comfortable like that, but he wasn’t sure how to bring the subject up. Kurt could be quite touchy when it came to his appearance. Just the other day Puck had said he liked Kurt’s new hair cut and Kurt had burst into tears, saying that he’d just needed something more manageable and he knew it looked awful and there was no reason for Puck to be so sarcastic.
Puck did not want a repeat of that, so maybe he would just wait until Kurt physically couldn’t fit into anything he owned and let him make the announcement that he needed new clothes. Or better yet, Puck could get David Berry to broach the subject by way of bringing up his own pregnancy experience. Or even better, let Kurt grow out of all his clothes and have him walk around naked for a couple of months.
Puck took a moment to appreciate the image Kurt would make strutting around the house with his pert little ass in plain view and that pretty cock hanging between his legs. Kurt could wear that frilly apron of his when he was cooking so he wouldn’t burn his fair skin and Puck wouldn’t have to waste valuable time getting Kurt out of his clothes before sex.
Yes, that made a very pretty picture, though not all that practical, Puck acknowledged with a sigh. He’d just have to settle for option two and let David Berry handle it. Not because Puck was scared to do it himself; nothing like that. David just had more experience with this sort of thing. He’d been pregnant himself, so he should be able to understand Kurt’s mood swing craziness.
Having reached a decision, Puck looked up at the sky. It looked like if they left now they would have just enough time to get Kurt some new clothes in Oak Grove and make it back before night fall.
Puck headed back to the house, making his way through his fields of corn. “Hey, Kurt!” Puck called as he neared the house. “I need to head into town to make sure everything is in order at Berry’s for when I bring in the harvest next week.”
“I thought you did that after church on Sunday?” Kurt questioned with a frown of confusion.
“Uh, they didn’t have everything ready on Sunday and Thomas told me to come back today.”
“Oh, well, I’ll see you tonight then,” Kurt said, turning back to the bed sheets he was folding off the laundry line.
“Don’t you want to come with me?” Puck asked, trying to look as innocent and non-plotting as possible.
“No, there’s nothing I need to get in town.”
“Oh, come on, Kurt,” Puck said, not whined. “The drive will be so boring if I don’t have someone to talk to.”
Kurt rolled his eyes at Puck’s tone, but smiled fondly. “Well, I suppose I don’t have anything pressing that needs to get done. Let me just finish with these sheets and then we can go.”
“Great!” Puck said, startling Kurt with his exuberance. “I mean, sounds good. I’ll go get the buggy hitched up and I’ll meet you out front.”
Kurt nodded in agreement and Puck headed off, pleased that his plan was working.
It was a beautiful day for a drive. The air was crisp with a soft breeze and the leaves on the trees were in their prime for color before they fell to the ground. Because Puck had stressed the desire to have someone to talk to, he felt like he should actually contribute to the conversation, instead of just letting Kurt’s chatter wash over him.
This discussion lead to the two of them getting into an intense debate about how they could most effectively bring in the harvest over the next few days. So focused was Puck on pointing out that he was the one who’d actually had experience farming so Kurt needed to stop arguing with him, that he didn’t notice that they’d arrived in town until Kurt broke eye contact to look behind them and say, “Uh, Puck? I thought we were going to Berry’s.”
“What?” Puck looked up to realize that without Puck to guide her, Flame had gone right past Berry’s and was heading out the other side of town.
“Whoops,” Puck said, turning Flame around and flushing slightly when Kurt giggled. “Shut up,” Puck grumbled, giving Kurt a playful shove, “Simple mistake, anyone could have made it.”
When they pulled up next to Berry’s Puck was extra careful as he helped Kurt out of the buggy. Even if Doc Brown had pronounced Kurt to b healthy and able to do basic daily tasks didn’t mean Puck was willing to take any chances.
In the general store, David and Thomas were both behind the counter going over the account books. Kurt headed off to the shelf that carried different colored yarns, mumbling something about knitting scarves for winter. Puck headed back to the counter.
“Afternoon Puck,” Thomas greeted. “I thought you weren’t bringing in your harvest until next week.”
“I’m not; I’m here for a different reason. Kurt needs some new clothes for his pregnancy.”
“Sure,” Thomas said. “Just have him pick out what patterns he likes and then David can cut the fabric out for him.”
“Well, here’s the thing,” Puck said, leaning in conspiratorially. “Kurt and I haven’t really talked about his need for new clothes. He’s been a little sensitive lately, so I was thinking it might be better for you to bring the subject up David. You’ve been pregnant before so I thought he could relate to you or something.”
“Oh, yeah, that makes perfect sense. I’ll go talk to him right now,” David said moving out from behind the counter.
Puck was just giving himself a metaphorical pat on the back when David caught his eye and said, “Chicken,” before he walked off snickering.
Puck scowled and Thomas patted his shoulder consolingly. “Don’t worry about it,” Thomas said. “When David was pregnant with our Rachel, he once threw a china gravy boat at my head when I told him he had some meat stuck between his teeth.”
Puck chuckled at the story, glad that he wasn’t the only one who’d suffered at the hands of a hormonal carrier. Puck and Thomas chatted over expected crop yields and plans for the upcoming holidays as Kurt and David fussed over bolts of cloth. Finally, the two carriers came back to the counter with arms full of material. As Thomas rang it all up Kurt was excitedly showing Puck the different patterns and how Kurt was going to design each item.
“Wait,” Puck interrupted as Kurt described some pleated skirt thing he was going to make out of a soft, forest green cotton. “Are you going to make all these?”
“No, Puck,” Kurt said exasperatedly. “The tailor fairies are going to come in the middle of the night and do it for me. Of course, I’m going to make them.”
Puck could clearly hear the ‘idiot’ tacked on to the end of Kurt’s word, even if Kurt didn’t actually say anything. “No, I just meant, don’t you need a sewing machine or something?”
“Puck, I have a sewing machine.”
“What? Since when?”
“Since I was about 14. I brought it with me, of course. It simply wouldn’t do for me not to have it.”
“Where is it? I’ve never seen it,” Puck said, racking his brain to remember when he’d seen a sewing machine in their house.
“Well, I haven’t had a need for it yet, so I never unpacked it,” Kurt explained. “I just kept it in one of the suitcases under the bed so it won’t take up space. It’ll take me some time to get it all assembled, but after that, these are all fairly simple patterns; I should be able to whip these all out fairly quickly.”
“I see. Well, I can’t wait to see what you make,” Puck said as he picked up Kurt’s wrapped purchases and waved goodbye to the Berry’s.
Back outside, Puck strapped the packages to the back of the buggy and helped Kurt into the seat. As they headed out of town a cold wind blew past causing Kurt to shiver.
“Sorry, I should have thought to bring a blanket,” Puck said.
Kurt just smiled over at him and ducked under his arm, snuggling into his side. “That’s alright; I think I’ll survive somehow.”
They went along like that for awhile, with Puck feeling perfect contentment. It was Kurt who broke the silence.
“I’m totally wise to your plan by the way.”
“What do you mean?” Puck hedged, causing Kurt to pinch his side.
“Don’t play innocent. I know you know what I’m talking about. I know you got David to talk with me about getting new clothes and I know why you did it. I want to apologize if I’ve been a little emotional lately.”
Puck pressed a kiss the top of Kurt’s head, breathing in the sweet scent of him. “You don’t have to apologize for anything, sweetheart. Your living for two right now, you’re allowed to get a little emotional sometimes.”
Kurt
Kurt sighed in relief as he buttoned up the back of the new dress he’d just made. It was a simple design and material, a far cry from the satin and ruffles that he was used to, but this would be a much better outfit to work in. It would wash easily if he got dirt or sweat on it and he wouldn’t feel insanely overdressed cooking in it. Best of all, it actually fit, without the tight pinching that Kurt had been feeling from his old outfits.
Kurt can’t help feeling a little ashamed that he’d been so self-conscious about his body size that he never said anything about needing new clothes. It wasn’t even like he had a well thought out plan. If he’s belly kept expanding at the rate it had been, eventually he wouldn’t have been able to get his clothes on at all, no matter how tightly he stretched the fabric. He would have had to spend the last couple months of his pregnancy naked. Puck probably would have been in full support of that idea, but Kurt would have died of embarrassment.
Still, Kurt didn’t have to worry about any of that because it turned out; Puck actually had a thoughtful side. Puck had seen that Kurt was uncomfortable and had stepped in and handled everything admirably. It made Kurt all the more aware of how fortunate he was. There was no way Karofsky ever would have done something like that.
Kurt shivered. Karofsky probably would have made Kurt go around naked and wouldn’t have cared at all for how embarrassed or uncomfortable Kurt felt about the situation. He would have followed Kurt’s body with those evil, little eyes and touched…Kurt shook himself out of his thoughts. He was here with Puck, Karofsky was an unpleasant memory from the past and it would be best to keep him there.
Kurt had far more important things to think about, like what he was going to make for dinner tonight. Puck had been working so hard lately; he’d been getting up before sunrise and spent all day harvesting the fields until after dark. Puck had said he should finish today and Kurt wanted to make his hard-working husband an extra nice meal to celebrate.
Not for the first time, Kurt wishes they had a cow. It was amazing how much he culinary abilities had been limited without a steady supply of this single source. If he had some milk he would be able to surprise Puck with some ice cream, but as it was, he would just have to settle with making regular coffee cake again.
*****
As he went through the motions of setting ingredients out, he wondered if it would possible for them to get a nice dairy cow. Maybe it could be Kurt’s present for Christmas. Kurt can’t help giggling at the thought. Last Christmas he’d wanted season tickets to the opera house. This Christmas he wanted a milk cow, what were the odds?
Puck’s timing couldn’t be more perfect as he stepped in the house just as Kurt is putting the finishing touches on the chutney glazed roast venison. Puck’s face was flushed and sweaty, but he’s clearly pleased with the day’s work.
“Hey there, gorgeous,” Puck said with a smug grin as he strode across the room. “Guess who got all this year’s corn cut and loaded to go to town in the morning?” Puck didn’t wait for an answer as he pulled Kurt towards him for a deep kiss.
Kurt wasn’t sure with was more overpowering; the feel of Puck’s tongue twining around his own, or the strong smell of sweat on Puck’s body. Eventually, the later won out and he pushed Puck away, wrinkling his nose slightly. Normally, Kurt liked the manly aura that sweat gave his husband, but really, there are limits.
“Well, I can certainly tell you’ve been working hard. Why don’t you go and wash some of that sweat off before dinner gets cold?”
Puck pressed one finally peck to the tip of Kurt’s nose before heading to the wash bin after a parting smack to Kurt’s behind that caused Kurt to give token squeal of protest.
*****
They didn’t say much over dinner, mostly because Puck couldn’t seem to stop eating long enough to say more than “Pass the salt, please.” But that was alright, because it was gratifying that Puck liked his cooking so much and tonight wasn’t about what Kurt wanted. Tonight was going to be all about Puck as a reward for having worked so hard the last few days.
So, when Puck finished his last bite of coffee cake, Kurt decided to ignore the dishes tonight, opting instead to grab Puck’s hand and lead him over to the bed. Puck made a happy, little surprised noise, but otherwise followed quietly.
Once they were naked and stretched out on the bed, Kurt allowed some light kisses and caress, but as soon as Puck tried heat things up Kurt squirmed out of Puck’s hold.
“Kurt, what?”
“Shh, just relax, I want to do something for you.”
Puck gave Kurt a confused look, but went easily enough with Kurt’s direction to lay back face down. Kurt the then straddled his husband’s back and began rubbing down Puck’s shoulders. Puck groaned the second Kurt started, “God, Kurt that feels so good; don’t ever stop.”
Kurt hummed softly at the praise, but otherwise stayed silent as he worked the knots out of Puck’s muscles. When he was finished, Puck had all but melted into the bed, but he gamely rolled over when Kurt prompted him to. He was gratified to feel Puck’s erection nudging at his bottom, but he ignored it in favor of rubbing down Puck’s chest just like he’d done his back. Puck ran his hands up and down Kurt’s thighs and gazed up at him with half-lidded eyes until Kurt leaned down to replace his hands with his mouth.
Kurt moved slowly down Puck’s body until he could place a kiss to the tip of Puck’s manhood. Kurt hasn’t done this much. He no longer has much of a problem with Puck touching him in all manner of ways, but there’s something about putting his mouth there that still feels incredibly decadent to Kurt.
Still, the few times that he had worked up enough courage to do it, Puck had been enthusiastic. Overly so in Kurt’s opinion, since his lack of experience was pretty obvious. What was more embarrassing however, was Kurt’s own enthusiasm. Just the feel of Puck in his mouth was enough to take from half-mast to aching and desperate. As he worked his mouth up and down Puck’s erection, Kurt could feel his own dripping with need.
Kurt leant against Puck’s leg that he was straddling to try and ease up on the pressure and the next thing he knew he was humping Puck’s leg like a dog. Kurt felt the heat rise on his face, but couldn’t for the life of him find the strength of will to stop. And when Puck realized what he was doing, moaning and wrapping a hand around Kurt’s skull in encouragement, Kurt couldn’t even think about stopping.
In the end, it was the taste and feel of Puck pulsing in his mouth that sent Kurt over the edge. A high pitched whine came from the back of Kurt’s throat as he shuddered through his own orgasm. When he’d come down he swallowed the last of Puck’s seed that was still in his mouth and gave a few worshipful, cleansing licks to Puck’s now flaccid length.
When Puck became too sensitive to this he shifted away from Kurt’s touch and pulled him up for a kiss. Kurt opened his mouth to Puck’s tongue, flushing when he realized that Puck would be able to taste himself in Kurt’s mouth, but too relaxed by afterglow to really care that much.
Eventually, Puck pulled back and settled Kurt into the crook of his arm in such a way that it was natural for Kurt to lay his head on Puck’s shoulder to go to sleep. As Puck ran gentle fingers through Kurt’s hair he asked, “You’ll have to tell me what I’ve done to deserve such thoughtful treatment so I can be sure to repeat the behavior.”
“You’re just the most amazing husband,” Kurt murmured, barely awake.
“Yeah?” Puck questioned with a pleased tone, but Kurt was already asleep.
Author: 1farmer_girl
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Puck/Kurt
Genre: Historical AU, Romance, Drama
Warning: Mpreg and slight genderbending
Spoilers: None, I pretty much used names and basic personality outlines
Disclaimer: If I owned Glee I would probably make it unsuitable for broadcast television and it would be taken off the air which would be sad, so I’ll let Ryan Murphy keep it.
Word Count: 3,438
A/N: Hey all, I’m back! *waves* I know I was gone for quite awhile, but I got a lot of work done on my Glee BB story, so now I shouldn’t have to scramble to work on that over Christmas break *\o/* I have a favor to ask you guys actually. I’m one of the most indecisive people ever and I can’t decide if I want the baby to be a boy or a girl. So, if you have an opinion, please post it in the comments and I’ll tally up which got the most votes and make my decision that way. Thanks!
Puck
Puck wiped sweat from his brow as he rested on top of a hill that overlooked his land. He couldn’t help feeling pride at the thought of that, his land. He’d never really felt this sense of ownership before he’d moved here. He’d paid rent to a landlord for his home back east and many of his possessions had been passed down by other family members.
But his farm was all his and it was something worth feeling proud of.
From his vantage point, Puck could see over his fields which would yield an exceptionally good crop this year. With any luck he would make enough money from it to buy Kurt that fur stole he’d had his eyes on for Christmas.
Beyond the fields, Puck could see the barn and house and that little chicken coop Kurt had been so insistent on. Puck was surprised everyday by how Kurt had not only adjusted to his change in lifestyle, but seemed to thrive on it. Despite Kurt’s obviously rich upbringing, he didn’t have a spoiled or lazy bone in his body.
Kurt took great pride in his little vegetable garden and he positively doted on his chicks and Maestro. It wasn’t hard for Puck to imagine Kurt directing that same mothering attention towards their own child in a just few months time.
As the leaves turned color and began to fall, the two had traveled to the nearest doctor. Doc Brown was a traveling doctor who went between the villages in a 60 mile radius which were too small to have their own doctor.
After a brief physical, the Doc had pronounced Kurt to be well and healthy and likely to give birth just after the New Year. Doc had advised Kurt to avoid strenuous activity and continue to eat well. Before he headed on his way, Doc had promised to make sure he was in the area when the due date came nearer in case any problems should arise.
Since then, Kurt’s pregnancy had become more and more noticeable. Puck had known carriers who didn’t show any signs of being pregnant until the last month or so. It quickly became clear that Kurt was not one of those carriers. It wasn’t surprising really. Kurt was so slim that the baby didn’t have anywhere to go but out.
Not that Puck was complaining. He didn’t think there was any greater joy then placing his hand over that little mound and knowing there was a life growing in there that was an equal mix of Kurt and himself.
There was one thing about Kurt’s pregnancy that was niggling at him. Since Kurt was obviously growing, Puck had expected Kurt to request new clothes that would fit his growing body better then fashionable tight clothes he had now. However, Kurt had yet to say anything, instead staying silent as his clothes stretched tighter and tighter across his belly.
Puck was sure that Kurt couldn’t be comfortable like that, but he wasn’t sure how to bring the subject up. Kurt could be quite touchy when it came to his appearance. Just the other day Puck had said he liked Kurt’s new hair cut and Kurt had burst into tears, saying that he’d just needed something more manageable and he knew it looked awful and there was no reason for Puck to be so sarcastic.
Puck did not want a repeat of that, so maybe he would just wait until Kurt physically couldn’t fit into anything he owned and let him make the announcement that he needed new clothes. Or better yet, Puck could get David Berry to broach the subject by way of bringing up his own pregnancy experience. Or even better, let Kurt grow out of all his clothes and have him walk around naked for a couple of months.
Puck took a moment to appreciate the image Kurt would make strutting around the house with his pert little ass in plain view and that pretty cock hanging between his legs. Kurt could wear that frilly apron of his when he was cooking so he wouldn’t burn his fair skin and Puck wouldn’t have to waste valuable time getting Kurt out of his clothes before sex.
Yes, that made a very pretty picture, though not all that practical, Puck acknowledged with a sigh. He’d just have to settle for option two and let David Berry handle it. Not because Puck was scared to do it himself; nothing like that. David just had more experience with this sort of thing. He’d been pregnant himself, so he should be able to understand Kurt’s mood swing craziness.
Having reached a decision, Puck looked up at the sky. It looked like if they left now they would have just enough time to get Kurt some new clothes in Oak Grove and make it back before night fall.
Puck headed back to the house, making his way through his fields of corn. “Hey, Kurt!” Puck called as he neared the house. “I need to head into town to make sure everything is in order at Berry’s for when I bring in the harvest next week.”
“I thought you did that after church on Sunday?” Kurt questioned with a frown of confusion.
“Uh, they didn’t have everything ready on Sunday and Thomas told me to come back today.”
“Oh, well, I’ll see you tonight then,” Kurt said, turning back to the bed sheets he was folding off the laundry line.
“Don’t you want to come with me?” Puck asked, trying to look as innocent and non-plotting as possible.
“No, there’s nothing I need to get in town.”
“Oh, come on, Kurt,” Puck said, not whined. “The drive will be so boring if I don’t have someone to talk to.”
Kurt rolled his eyes at Puck’s tone, but smiled fondly. “Well, I suppose I don’t have anything pressing that needs to get done. Let me just finish with these sheets and then we can go.”
“Great!” Puck said, startling Kurt with his exuberance. “I mean, sounds good. I’ll go get the buggy hitched up and I’ll meet you out front.”
Kurt nodded in agreement and Puck headed off, pleased that his plan was working.
It was a beautiful day for a drive. The air was crisp with a soft breeze and the leaves on the trees were in their prime for color before they fell to the ground. Because Puck had stressed the desire to have someone to talk to, he felt like he should actually contribute to the conversation, instead of just letting Kurt’s chatter wash over him.
This discussion lead to the two of them getting into an intense debate about how they could most effectively bring in the harvest over the next few days. So focused was Puck on pointing out that he was the one who’d actually had experience farming so Kurt needed to stop arguing with him, that he didn’t notice that they’d arrived in town until Kurt broke eye contact to look behind them and say, “Uh, Puck? I thought we were going to Berry’s.”
“What?” Puck looked up to realize that without Puck to guide her, Flame had gone right past Berry’s and was heading out the other side of town.
“Whoops,” Puck said, turning Flame around and flushing slightly when Kurt giggled. “Shut up,” Puck grumbled, giving Kurt a playful shove, “Simple mistake, anyone could have made it.”
When they pulled up next to Berry’s Puck was extra careful as he helped Kurt out of the buggy. Even if Doc Brown had pronounced Kurt to b healthy and able to do basic daily tasks didn’t mean Puck was willing to take any chances.
In the general store, David and Thomas were both behind the counter going over the account books. Kurt headed off to the shelf that carried different colored yarns, mumbling something about knitting scarves for winter. Puck headed back to the counter.
“Afternoon Puck,” Thomas greeted. “I thought you weren’t bringing in your harvest until next week.”
“I’m not; I’m here for a different reason. Kurt needs some new clothes for his pregnancy.”
“Sure,” Thomas said. “Just have him pick out what patterns he likes and then David can cut the fabric out for him.”
“Well, here’s the thing,” Puck said, leaning in conspiratorially. “Kurt and I haven’t really talked about his need for new clothes. He’s been a little sensitive lately, so I was thinking it might be better for you to bring the subject up David. You’ve been pregnant before so I thought he could relate to you or something.”
“Oh, yeah, that makes perfect sense. I’ll go talk to him right now,” David said moving out from behind the counter.
Puck was just giving himself a metaphorical pat on the back when David caught his eye and said, “Chicken,” before he walked off snickering.
Puck scowled and Thomas patted his shoulder consolingly. “Don’t worry about it,” Thomas said. “When David was pregnant with our Rachel, he once threw a china gravy boat at my head when I told him he had some meat stuck between his teeth.”
Puck chuckled at the story, glad that he wasn’t the only one who’d suffered at the hands of a hormonal carrier. Puck and Thomas chatted over expected crop yields and plans for the upcoming holidays as Kurt and David fussed over bolts of cloth. Finally, the two carriers came back to the counter with arms full of material. As Thomas rang it all up Kurt was excitedly showing Puck the different patterns and how Kurt was going to design each item.
“Wait,” Puck interrupted as Kurt described some pleated skirt thing he was going to make out of a soft, forest green cotton. “Are you going to make all these?”
“No, Puck,” Kurt said exasperatedly. “The tailor fairies are going to come in the middle of the night and do it for me. Of course, I’m going to make them.”
Puck could clearly hear the ‘idiot’ tacked on to the end of Kurt’s word, even if Kurt didn’t actually say anything. “No, I just meant, don’t you need a sewing machine or something?”
“Puck, I have a sewing machine.”
“What? Since when?”
“Since I was about 14. I brought it with me, of course. It simply wouldn’t do for me not to have it.”
“Where is it? I’ve never seen it,” Puck said, racking his brain to remember when he’d seen a sewing machine in their house.
“Well, I haven’t had a need for it yet, so I never unpacked it,” Kurt explained. “I just kept it in one of the suitcases under the bed so it won’t take up space. It’ll take me some time to get it all assembled, but after that, these are all fairly simple patterns; I should be able to whip these all out fairly quickly.”
“I see. Well, I can’t wait to see what you make,” Puck said as he picked up Kurt’s wrapped purchases and waved goodbye to the Berry’s.
Back outside, Puck strapped the packages to the back of the buggy and helped Kurt into the seat. As they headed out of town a cold wind blew past causing Kurt to shiver.
“Sorry, I should have thought to bring a blanket,” Puck said.
Kurt just smiled over at him and ducked under his arm, snuggling into his side. “That’s alright; I think I’ll survive somehow.”
They went along like that for awhile, with Puck feeling perfect contentment. It was Kurt who broke the silence.
“I’m totally wise to your plan by the way.”
“What do you mean?” Puck hedged, causing Kurt to pinch his side.
“Don’t play innocent. I know you know what I’m talking about. I know you got David to talk with me about getting new clothes and I know why you did it. I want to apologize if I’ve been a little emotional lately.”
Puck pressed a kiss the top of Kurt’s head, breathing in the sweet scent of him. “You don’t have to apologize for anything, sweetheart. Your living for two right now, you’re allowed to get a little emotional sometimes.”
Kurt
Kurt sighed in relief as he buttoned up the back of the new dress he’d just made. It was a simple design and material, a far cry from the satin and ruffles that he was used to, but this would be a much better outfit to work in. It would wash easily if he got dirt or sweat on it and he wouldn’t feel insanely overdressed cooking in it. Best of all, it actually fit, without the tight pinching that Kurt had been feeling from his old outfits.
Kurt can’t help feeling a little ashamed that he’d been so self-conscious about his body size that he never said anything about needing new clothes. It wasn’t even like he had a well thought out plan. If he’s belly kept expanding at the rate it had been, eventually he wouldn’t have been able to get his clothes on at all, no matter how tightly he stretched the fabric. He would have had to spend the last couple months of his pregnancy naked. Puck probably would have been in full support of that idea, but Kurt would have died of embarrassment.
Still, Kurt didn’t have to worry about any of that because it turned out; Puck actually had a thoughtful side. Puck had seen that Kurt was uncomfortable and had stepped in and handled everything admirably. It made Kurt all the more aware of how fortunate he was. There was no way Karofsky ever would have done something like that.
Kurt shivered. Karofsky probably would have made Kurt go around naked and wouldn’t have cared at all for how embarrassed or uncomfortable Kurt felt about the situation. He would have followed Kurt’s body with those evil, little eyes and touched…Kurt shook himself out of his thoughts. He was here with Puck, Karofsky was an unpleasant memory from the past and it would be best to keep him there.
Kurt had far more important things to think about, like what he was going to make for dinner tonight. Puck had been working so hard lately; he’d been getting up before sunrise and spent all day harvesting the fields until after dark. Puck had said he should finish today and Kurt wanted to make his hard-working husband an extra nice meal to celebrate.
Not for the first time, Kurt wishes they had a cow. It was amazing how much he culinary abilities had been limited without a steady supply of this single source. If he had some milk he would be able to surprise Puck with some ice cream, but as it was, he would just have to settle with making regular coffee cake again.
*****
As he went through the motions of setting ingredients out, he wondered if it would possible for them to get a nice dairy cow. Maybe it could be Kurt’s present for Christmas. Kurt can’t help giggling at the thought. Last Christmas he’d wanted season tickets to the opera house. This Christmas he wanted a milk cow, what were the odds?
Puck’s timing couldn’t be more perfect as he stepped in the house just as Kurt is putting the finishing touches on the chutney glazed roast venison. Puck’s face was flushed and sweaty, but he’s clearly pleased with the day’s work.
“Hey there, gorgeous,” Puck said with a smug grin as he strode across the room. “Guess who got all this year’s corn cut and loaded to go to town in the morning?” Puck didn’t wait for an answer as he pulled Kurt towards him for a deep kiss.
Kurt wasn’t sure with was more overpowering; the feel of Puck’s tongue twining around his own, or the strong smell of sweat on Puck’s body. Eventually, the later won out and he pushed Puck away, wrinkling his nose slightly. Normally, Kurt liked the manly aura that sweat gave his husband, but really, there are limits.
“Well, I can certainly tell you’ve been working hard. Why don’t you go and wash some of that sweat off before dinner gets cold?”
Puck pressed one finally peck to the tip of Kurt’s nose before heading to the wash bin after a parting smack to Kurt’s behind that caused Kurt to give token squeal of protest.
*****
They didn’t say much over dinner, mostly because Puck couldn’t seem to stop eating long enough to say more than “Pass the salt, please.” But that was alright, because it was gratifying that Puck liked his cooking so much and tonight wasn’t about what Kurt wanted. Tonight was going to be all about Puck as a reward for having worked so hard the last few days.
So, when Puck finished his last bite of coffee cake, Kurt decided to ignore the dishes tonight, opting instead to grab Puck’s hand and lead him over to the bed. Puck made a happy, little surprised noise, but otherwise followed quietly.
Once they were naked and stretched out on the bed, Kurt allowed some light kisses and caress, but as soon as Puck tried heat things up Kurt squirmed out of Puck’s hold.
“Kurt, what?”
“Shh, just relax, I want to do something for you.”
Puck gave Kurt a confused look, but went easily enough with Kurt’s direction to lay back face down. Kurt the then straddled his husband’s back and began rubbing down Puck’s shoulders. Puck groaned the second Kurt started, “God, Kurt that feels so good; don’t ever stop.”
Kurt hummed softly at the praise, but otherwise stayed silent as he worked the knots out of Puck’s muscles. When he was finished, Puck had all but melted into the bed, but he gamely rolled over when Kurt prompted him to. He was gratified to feel Puck’s erection nudging at his bottom, but he ignored it in favor of rubbing down Puck’s chest just like he’d done his back. Puck ran his hands up and down Kurt’s thighs and gazed up at him with half-lidded eyes until Kurt leaned down to replace his hands with his mouth.
Kurt moved slowly down Puck’s body until he could place a kiss to the tip of Puck’s manhood. Kurt hasn’t done this much. He no longer has much of a problem with Puck touching him in all manner of ways, but there’s something about putting his mouth there that still feels incredibly decadent to Kurt.
Still, the few times that he had worked up enough courage to do it, Puck had been enthusiastic. Overly so in Kurt’s opinion, since his lack of experience was pretty obvious. What was more embarrassing however, was Kurt’s own enthusiasm. Just the feel of Puck in his mouth was enough to take from half-mast to aching and desperate. As he worked his mouth up and down Puck’s erection, Kurt could feel his own dripping with need.
Kurt leant against Puck’s leg that he was straddling to try and ease up on the pressure and the next thing he knew he was humping Puck’s leg like a dog. Kurt felt the heat rise on his face, but couldn’t for the life of him find the strength of will to stop. And when Puck realized what he was doing, moaning and wrapping a hand around Kurt’s skull in encouragement, Kurt couldn’t even think about stopping.
In the end, it was the taste and feel of Puck pulsing in his mouth that sent Kurt over the edge. A high pitched whine came from the back of Kurt’s throat as he shuddered through his own orgasm. When he’d come down he swallowed the last of Puck’s seed that was still in his mouth and gave a few worshipful, cleansing licks to Puck’s now flaccid length.
When Puck became too sensitive to this he shifted away from Kurt’s touch and pulled him up for a kiss. Kurt opened his mouth to Puck’s tongue, flushing when he realized that Puck would be able to taste himself in Kurt’s mouth, but too relaxed by afterglow to really care that much.
Eventually, Puck pulled back and settled Kurt into the crook of his arm in such a way that it was natural for Kurt to lay his head on Puck’s shoulder to go to sleep. As Puck ran gentle fingers through Kurt’s hair he asked, “You’ll have to tell me what I’ve done to deserve such thoughtful treatment so I can be sure to repeat the behavior.”
“You’re just the most amazing husband,” Kurt murmured, barely awake.
“Yeah?” Puck questioned with a pleased tone, but Kurt was already asleep.