Fic: Freedom - Chapter 16
Freedom
Pairings; Characters: Kurt/Puck; various other Glee characters
Rating: NC-17
Warnings; Spoilers: no beta, uneducated (and briefly researched) talk of motorcycles; no known spoilers
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee and all that jazz.
Summary: Kurt gets a motorcycle for senior year. Everyone wants a ride on it, some are willing to give more than others.
A/N: Regarding "We Both Can't Fight It," it does fit into Freedom. Specifically, it replaces the 2nd-4th paragraphs of chapter 15.
Chapter 1
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
“Noah!”
Kurt screamed his release, hands twisted in the blanket beneath him.
Puck grinned, pulling away and wiping the back of his hand over his mouth. “You know, I said I like it when you call me Noah, but you mainly only call me that when we’re fooling around.”
Kurt hummed, still too out of it to think straight. Instead he pulled puck up and into a kiss. By the time they separated Kurt seemed to have gained the brain cells that Puck had lost. He knew why he said Noah’s name, he had only figured it out on Thursday. ‘Noah’ was so much easier to say than the three word alternative. Really, the moment he figured out the meaning, Kurt had freaked. Only a few days before he had told his dad that he liked Puck a lot. Now all of a sudden, he knew he was in love. It seemed so fast. Though thinking about it, he had been saying Noah a lot at the make out sessions.
“You’ll figure it out eventually,” he told Puck, pulling him into another kiss.
Now they had decided to go to the lookout after their double date, wanting a little extra time to themselves.
Thursday they had been cut a little short when Puck’s mom called him to say that she had been called into work and he needed to watch his sister. They had attempted to hang out at his house, but struggled too much with his sister. She had told Puck later that night their mom had told her to do it.
Friday had been cut short when Burt called Kurt to ask for help at the shop. He was short an employee that day and needed help if he was going to make it to family night. Puck didn’t even consider hanging around the shop that night.
So when they had the chance Saturday night, they took it. They were barely in the back of Puck’s truck before the jock had Kurt’s cock in his mouth.
Now, Kurt gently stroked up and down Puck’s back, calming him down so they could talk. Once the jock was breathing easier, Kurt spoke.
“So what do you think of Colton?” he asked.
Puck groaned, wanting his own release but humoured Kurt, knowing he might not get anything if he didn’t. “I like him. You can tell he’s a college kid, but he’s not stuck up about it. He’s still one of us.”
“When you say ‘one of us,’ do you mean….?”
“A teenager,” Puck answered, knowing where Kurt was going. “I don’t mean gay or anything.”
Kurt nodded. “Yeah, he’s pretty cool. I’m so happy Dave found someone that could love him back.”
“You talk as if he already found someone before.”
Kurt nodded. “It was me. That’s how I found out he was gay. He kissed me, then threatened to kill me if I told. That’s why I left and went to Dalton.”
Puck pushed himself up and looked down at Kurt in disbelief. “How can you talk about that as if it was nothing? Dave’s a big guy, it couldn’t have been pleasant.”
“It wasn’t,” assured Kurt. “I was terrified. But at the same time, what I focused on was the fact that Dave was gay and that he had taken my first gay kiss.” Shrugging, Kurt took Puck’s hand, “But that was a year ago. Dave’s changed, I’ve changed, hell, even you’ve changed, Puck. Thinking about it, none of it matters anymore. It only matters in the context of creating a person’s character.”
“You know, you make me feel dumb when you get all deep and shit.”
Kurt grinned. “Well, maybe some of my depth will rub off on you.”
“Maybe.” Puck kissed Kurt’s knuckles, then licked them as if trying to lick the “depth” directly off of Kurt.
Kurt wrinkled his nose and tugged his hand away, rubbing it on Puck’s shirt. “Gross, Puck.” Once it was dry, Kurt let his hand stay and rest on Puck’s chest as they lied in companionable silence.
Eventually, Kurt took a deep breath and sighed. “I wanted to thank you for what you said on Thursday.”
Puck glanced at him, confused. “About what?”
“About being gay.”
“Well, Colton is one hot specimen. I wouldn’t be surprised if he turned more guys than just me gay.”
Kurt swatted him on the chest. “Oh stop it. You know that’s not how it works.”
“And you know I’m teasing.”
“Yes, well, I want you to know that I’ve thought about it, and you are probably bisexual. As much as I disagree with that, I can’t help but think that’s true about you.”
“What do you mean probably bisexual?”
Kurt sighed. “If I were to allow you to invite a girl to sleep with us in a threesome, would you jump a the chance?”
Puck grinned. “You want a threesome?”
“No! And that’s not the point of that question.”
“Then yes, I would probably be very happy to invite a girl to be with us.”
Kurt nodded. “Exactly, therefore you’re bi. Just because a bisexual chooses to be with a person of the same sex doesn’t suddenly make them gay. If that was the case then all bisexuals would be expected to be involved in threesomes and, while I’m sure people like that are very happy, it’s not that common.”
Puck thought about it and nodded. “Cool, then I’m bisexual. But I don’t really care right now. Because I’m with you, and you’re hot, and that makes me happy.”
Kurt chuckled, reaching down and cupping Puck’s covered erection. “I can see that. What brought this on, anyways? I thought we were having a deep discussion.”
Puck moaned and thrust up into Kurt’s hand. “We were talking about Colton, and then you mentioned a threesome.”
“Oh,” Kurt sighed, a wicked grin taking over his features. Leaning closer, he whispered into Puck’s ear. “What about a foursome? Add Dave into the mix.”
Puck thought about it, watching Dave Karofsky suck off Kurt while Kurt and Colton sucked off Puck. He groaned, thrusting harder. “Fuck yeah. What other little kinks you got up in that dirty mind of yours?”
Kurt slowly unzipped Puck’s jeans. “Hmm, well, there are a lot of things I think we need to do first before we decide to get kinky.”
“Like what?” Puck gasped as Kurt’s hand came in contact with his cock.
“Like this.” Then, before Puck could say anything else, Kurt was between his legs, nuzzling the base of his cock. FUCKING NUZZLING!
Puck could only whimper, suddenly afraid of coming too soon.
Pulling away and smiling up at Puck, Kurt ran his hand up and down with a soft stroke, as if checking to see if Puck was ready for him to start. Not sure of what was expected of him, Puck nodded, hoping that was the right thing.
Apparently it was, because Kurt leaned forward again tentatively took the head of Puck’s cock in his mouth. As Puck groaned, falling back onto the blanket Kurt gave an experimental suck and swirled his tongue around as if licking an ice cream cone. That time their groans were almost harmonious as Kurt finally tasted Puck, fresh from the source in his most potent form.
Pulling away, Kurt gasped, surprised by how turned on he was. He refrained from touching himself, knowing he’d need more concentration if he wanted to give Puck a good blowjob. After all, this was Kurt’s first time and Puck had been on the receiving end of many, more experienced, blowjobs.
Taking a deep, calming breath, Kurt decided to just explore Puck. He saw the vein on the underside of his cock and slowly followed it with his tongue. As he reached the head, he ended up putting more pressure on the bundle of nerves just under it, causing Puck to cry out and thrust into the air.
“Fuck, Kurt, so good.”
Kurt repeated the action, revelling in the feel of Puck’s hand that moved to the back of Kurt’s head, gently caressing him, urging him to do more.
Kurt grinned, going back and sucking and swirling around the head before licking his way back down the thick, hard member. He reached Puck’s jeans and sat back a little to pull them further down. When Puck was bare down to mid thigh, Kurt continued to roam.
Once again he nuzzled the base of Puck’s cock, but this time he continued his movements downward until he nuzzled Puck’s balls. He heard Puck gasp and groan, feeling the hand on his neck tighten a little, but Kurt kept going. He decided to keep it simple at this point, giving tiny little licks to tease Puck. Torture him to get back for all the times he had tortured Kurt, whether sexually or physically.
It worked well. And soon Puck was writhing, gasping and begging. “Please, Kurt, more. I need more. Please!”
Not being able to resist any more, Kurt stiffened his tongue, but instead of licking up his cock, Kurt went the other direction. He paused when he reached Puck’s tight back hole. He couldn’t decide if he liked the earthy taste lingering on his tongue. But he might learn to like it if Puck reacted the same way every time. This time he cried out, thrusting into the air, babbling as he tried to calm himself.
Knowing Puck was close, Kurt returned to suck on the head of Puck’s mouth. He was so hard himself, and out of breath, he figured it would be better and safer to try deep-throating later. Maybe next time.
Now Puck was groaning and grunting and all together desperate, and Kurt took pity. Surreptitiously, Kurt slicked a finger of his, and slid it back to Puck’s back entrance. He really only teased, and lightly at that, not knowing how Puck felt about penetration, but that didn’t seem to matter.
Within seconds, Puck shouted a single warning and Kurt barely had time to prepare himself for the burst of bitterness that flooded his mouth. He wanted to pull back, but knew he’d end up with a dirty face. Again, maybe latter, but not tonight. So he just kept swallowing, quickly growing accustomed to the flavor and finding he liked it… a lot. So much so that he caught himself off guard as he came in his jeans.
As Puck came down from his high, Kurt gently cleaned him off, as well as himself, wiping the drops of come that had spilled onto his chin and cleaning them off his hand. He heard Puck whimper and felt the hand tighten on his head as he did that and grinned up at the boy.
He moved up, only a little weak from his own orgasm, lying down next to Puck, resting his head on the boy’s chest. “Was it good?”
Puck’s laugh was slightly breathless. “Was it good? Fuck yes, Kurt! I think that was the hottest blowjob I’ve ever gotten.”
Kurt cuddled closer, hiding his face in Puck’s shirt. “Good, because I liked giving it. A little too much.”
Puck looked down, confused at the embarrassed tone of Kurt’s voice. “What is it, babe?”
Kurt just shook his head, shifting his hips uncomfortably.
The movement caught Puck’s eye, bringing his focus to the wet spot on Kurt’s jeans. “You mean you…”
Kurt nodded. “Please don’t laugh at me.”
“Laugh? Kurt, that is one of the hottest things I’ve seen, or heard of, or whatever.”
Kurt peaked up at him. “Really?”
“Yeah. So, why don’t we go to your place and get you changed? Then we can hang with Finn for a few hours before your dad kicks me out.”
“That would be great,” said Kurt, coming out of hiding and kissing Puck lightly on the lips.
Despite Kurt’s situation, they stayed for a moment more, enjoying the silence and solitude. Eventually Kurt sat up, stretching a little. As he climbed from the bed of the truck he looked around and sighed. "I'm going to miss this place when it gets to be too cold to be here. Even in our cars."
Puck shrugged. "It'll still be here when spring comes. And I can try to plan a few romantic date nights."
"You? Doing romantic?"
"Hey, I thought last Friday was very romantic."
"It was, I'm just teasing. I'll see you at my place."
TBC...
Chapter 17
Pairings; Characters: Kurt/Puck; various other Glee characters
Rating: NC-17
Warnings; Spoilers: no beta, uneducated (and briefly researched) talk of motorcycles; no known spoilers
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee and all that jazz.
Summary: Kurt gets a motorcycle for senior year. Everyone wants a ride on it, some are willing to give more than others.
A/N: Regarding "We Both Can't Fight It," it does fit into Freedom. Specifically, it replaces the 2nd-4th paragraphs of chapter 15.
Chapter 1
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
“Noah!”
Kurt screamed his release, hands twisted in the blanket beneath him.
Puck grinned, pulling away and wiping the back of his hand over his mouth. “You know, I said I like it when you call me Noah, but you mainly only call me that when we’re fooling around.”
Kurt hummed, still too out of it to think straight. Instead he pulled puck up and into a kiss. By the time they separated Kurt seemed to have gained the brain cells that Puck had lost. He knew why he said Noah’s name, he had only figured it out on Thursday. ‘Noah’ was so much easier to say than the three word alternative. Really, the moment he figured out the meaning, Kurt had freaked. Only a few days before he had told his dad that he liked Puck a lot. Now all of a sudden, he knew he was in love. It seemed so fast. Though thinking about it, he had been saying Noah a lot at the make out sessions.
“You’ll figure it out eventually,” he told Puck, pulling him into another kiss.
Now they had decided to go to the lookout after their double date, wanting a little extra time to themselves.
Thursday they had been cut a little short when Puck’s mom called him to say that she had been called into work and he needed to watch his sister. They had attempted to hang out at his house, but struggled too much with his sister. She had told Puck later that night their mom had told her to do it.
Friday had been cut short when Burt called Kurt to ask for help at the shop. He was short an employee that day and needed help if he was going to make it to family night. Puck didn’t even consider hanging around the shop that night.
So when they had the chance Saturday night, they took it. They were barely in the back of Puck’s truck before the jock had Kurt’s cock in his mouth.
Now, Kurt gently stroked up and down Puck’s back, calming him down so they could talk. Once the jock was breathing easier, Kurt spoke.
“So what do you think of Colton?” he asked.
Puck groaned, wanting his own release but humoured Kurt, knowing he might not get anything if he didn’t. “I like him. You can tell he’s a college kid, but he’s not stuck up about it. He’s still one of us.”
“When you say ‘one of us,’ do you mean….?”
“A teenager,” Puck answered, knowing where Kurt was going. “I don’t mean gay or anything.”
Kurt nodded. “Yeah, he’s pretty cool. I’m so happy Dave found someone that could love him back.”
“You talk as if he already found someone before.”
Kurt nodded. “It was me. That’s how I found out he was gay. He kissed me, then threatened to kill me if I told. That’s why I left and went to Dalton.”
Puck pushed himself up and looked down at Kurt in disbelief. “How can you talk about that as if it was nothing? Dave’s a big guy, it couldn’t have been pleasant.”
“It wasn’t,” assured Kurt. “I was terrified. But at the same time, what I focused on was the fact that Dave was gay and that he had taken my first gay kiss.” Shrugging, Kurt took Puck’s hand, “But that was a year ago. Dave’s changed, I’ve changed, hell, even you’ve changed, Puck. Thinking about it, none of it matters anymore. It only matters in the context of creating a person’s character.”
“You know, you make me feel dumb when you get all deep and shit.”
Kurt grinned. “Well, maybe some of my depth will rub off on you.”
“Maybe.” Puck kissed Kurt’s knuckles, then licked them as if trying to lick the “depth” directly off of Kurt.
Kurt wrinkled his nose and tugged his hand away, rubbing it on Puck’s shirt. “Gross, Puck.” Once it was dry, Kurt let his hand stay and rest on Puck’s chest as they lied in companionable silence.
Eventually, Kurt took a deep breath and sighed. “I wanted to thank you for what you said on Thursday.”
Puck glanced at him, confused. “About what?”
“About being gay.”
“Well, Colton is one hot specimen. I wouldn’t be surprised if he turned more guys than just me gay.”
Kurt swatted him on the chest. “Oh stop it. You know that’s not how it works.”
“And you know I’m teasing.”
“Yes, well, I want you to know that I’ve thought about it, and you are probably bisexual. As much as I disagree with that, I can’t help but think that’s true about you.”
“What do you mean probably bisexual?”
Kurt sighed. “If I were to allow you to invite a girl to sleep with us in a threesome, would you jump a the chance?”
Puck grinned. “You want a threesome?”
“No! And that’s not the point of that question.”
“Then yes, I would probably be very happy to invite a girl to be with us.”
Kurt nodded. “Exactly, therefore you’re bi. Just because a bisexual chooses to be with a person of the same sex doesn’t suddenly make them gay. If that was the case then all bisexuals would be expected to be involved in threesomes and, while I’m sure people like that are very happy, it’s not that common.”
Puck thought about it and nodded. “Cool, then I’m bisexual. But I don’t really care right now. Because I’m with you, and you’re hot, and that makes me happy.”
Kurt chuckled, reaching down and cupping Puck’s covered erection. “I can see that. What brought this on, anyways? I thought we were having a deep discussion.”
Puck moaned and thrust up into Kurt’s hand. “We were talking about Colton, and then you mentioned a threesome.”
“Oh,” Kurt sighed, a wicked grin taking over his features. Leaning closer, he whispered into Puck’s ear. “What about a foursome? Add Dave into the mix.”
Puck thought about it, watching Dave Karofsky suck off Kurt while Kurt and Colton sucked off Puck. He groaned, thrusting harder. “Fuck yeah. What other little kinks you got up in that dirty mind of yours?”
Kurt slowly unzipped Puck’s jeans. “Hmm, well, there are a lot of things I think we need to do first before we decide to get kinky.”
“Like what?” Puck gasped as Kurt’s hand came in contact with his cock.
“Like this.” Then, before Puck could say anything else, Kurt was between his legs, nuzzling the base of his cock. FUCKING NUZZLING!
Puck could only whimper, suddenly afraid of coming too soon.
Pulling away and smiling up at Puck, Kurt ran his hand up and down with a soft stroke, as if checking to see if Puck was ready for him to start. Not sure of what was expected of him, Puck nodded, hoping that was the right thing.
Apparently it was, because Kurt leaned forward again tentatively took the head of Puck’s cock in his mouth. As Puck groaned, falling back onto the blanket Kurt gave an experimental suck and swirled his tongue around as if licking an ice cream cone. That time their groans were almost harmonious as Kurt finally tasted Puck, fresh from the source in his most potent form.
Pulling away, Kurt gasped, surprised by how turned on he was. He refrained from touching himself, knowing he’d need more concentration if he wanted to give Puck a good blowjob. After all, this was Kurt’s first time and Puck had been on the receiving end of many, more experienced, blowjobs.
Taking a deep, calming breath, Kurt decided to just explore Puck. He saw the vein on the underside of his cock and slowly followed it with his tongue. As he reached the head, he ended up putting more pressure on the bundle of nerves just under it, causing Puck to cry out and thrust into the air.
“Fuck, Kurt, so good.”
Kurt repeated the action, revelling in the feel of Puck’s hand that moved to the back of Kurt’s head, gently caressing him, urging him to do more.
Kurt grinned, going back and sucking and swirling around the head before licking his way back down the thick, hard member. He reached Puck’s jeans and sat back a little to pull them further down. When Puck was bare down to mid thigh, Kurt continued to roam.
Once again he nuzzled the base of Puck’s cock, but this time he continued his movements downward until he nuzzled Puck’s balls. He heard Puck gasp and groan, feeling the hand on his neck tighten a little, but Kurt kept going. He decided to keep it simple at this point, giving tiny little licks to tease Puck. Torture him to get back for all the times he had tortured Kurt, whether sexually or physically.
It worked well. And soon Puck was writhing, gasping and begging. “Please, Kurt, more. I need more. Please!”
Not being able to resist any more, Kurt stiffened his tongue, but instead of licking up his cock, Kurt went the other direction. He paused when he reached Puck’s tight back hole. He couldn’t decide if he liked the earthy taste lingering on his tongue. But he might learn to like it if Puck reacted the same way every time. This time he cried out, thrusting into the air, babbling as he tried to calm himself.
Knowing Puck was close, Kurt returned to suck on the head of Puck’s mouth. He was so hard himself, and out of breath, he figured it would be better and safer to try deep-throating later. Maybe next time.
Now Puck was groaning and grunting and all together desperate, and Kurt took pity. Surreptitiously, Kurt slicked a finger of his, and slid it back to Puck’s back entrance. He really only teased, and lightly at that, not knowing how Puck felt about penetration, but that didn’t seem to matter.
Within seconds, Puck shouted a single warning and Kurt barely had time to prepare himself for the burst of bitterness that flooded his mouth. He wanted to pull back, but knew he’d end up with a dirty face. Again, maybe latter, but not tonight. So he just kept swallowing, quickly growing accustomed to the flavor and finding he liked it… a lot. So much so that he caught himself off guard as he came in his jeans.
As Puck came down from his high, Kurt gently cleaned him off, as well as himself, wiping the drops of come that had spilled onto his chin and cleaning them off his hand. He heard Puck whimper and felt the hand tighten on his head as he did that and grinned up at the boy.
He moved up, only a little weak from his own orgasm, lying down next to Puck, resting his head on the boy’s chest. “Was it good?”
Puck’s laugh was slightly breathless. “Was it good? Fuck yes, Kurt! I think that was the hottest blowjob I’ve ever gotten.”
Kurt cuddled closer, hiding his face in Puck’s shirt. “Good, because I liked giving it. A little too much.”
Puck looked down, confused at the embarrassed tone of Kurt’s voice. “What is it, babe?”
Kurt just shook his head, shifting his hips uncomfortably.
The movement caught Puck’s eye, bringing his focus to the wet spot on Kurt’s jeans. “You mean you…”
Kurt nodded. “Please don’t laugh at me.”
“Laugh? Kurt, that is one of the hottest things I’ve seen, or heard of, or whatever.”
Kurt peaked up at him. “Really?”
“Yeah. So, why don’t we go to your place and get you changed? Then we can hang with Finn for a few hours before your dad kicks me out.”
“That would be great,” said Kurt, coming out of hiding and kissing Puck lightly on the lips.
Despite Kurt’s situation, they stayed for a moment more, enjoying the silence and solitude. Eventually Kurt sat up, stretching a little. As he climbed from the bed of the truck he looked around and sighed. "I'm going to miss this place when it gets to be too cold to be here. Even in our cars."
Puck shrugged. "It'll still be here when spring comes. And I can try to plan a few romantic date nights."
"You? Doing romantic?"
"Hey, I thought last Friday was very romantic."
"It was, I'm just teasing. I'll see you at my place."
TBC...
Chapter 17