Fic: Get Up, Hey, Step Into! - Part 2/3
Title: Get Up, Hey, Step Into!
Author: amelias_nature
Pairing(s);Character(s): Puck/Kurt, Dave/Colton(OMC); All other glee clubbers (minus Blaine, and Lauren)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance, Humor, Smut
Word Count: Part 2 - 4,123
Warnings: Foursome, bottom Dave
Spoilers: S2
Summary: Colton hosts the New Years Eve party for the glee club. The bottle is brought out, secrets are told, and fantasies fulfilled.
A/N: Sorry about the late update, I had an evening class and then of course I had to watch Glee! I will try to post the third part tomorrow afternoon before LJ shuts down for three hours, otherwise check in around the same time as tonight... or check ff.net, I'll post it there when I can.
Part One
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Part Two
Almost two hours later Mercedes was calling a cab to take Quinn home after finding out that the girl’s mother was also drunk. Kurt glanced around, wondering where Puck was. All of the couples were currently engaged with one another, Artie being lucky enough (in a straight guy’s opinion) to be “stuck” under a certain female couple. All except Sam, who was playing games on his phone while Mercedes was occupied.
Kurt had been sure to not drink anymore that night, especially after making out with Dave at the end of their spin-the-bottle game. While the act wasn’t horrific or anything, having done it unashamed in front of all his friends and boyfriend was horrifying enough in and of itself.
He was still wondering where his boyfriend was when a honk came form outside and Mercedes was tugging him up to help her get Quinn outside. He took the opportunity to eye some more of the house and noticed on the way out that he couldn’t find Colton and Dave anywhere either. Though, being at Colton’s house they were probably in the boy’s room.
It wasn’t until he and Mercedes were walking back in that he saw Puck walking down the stairs, a nervous look on his face.
“Hey, babe,” Puck murmured, as he put an arm around Kurt’s waist. “How are you doing?”
“I’m fine,” Kurt answered, “A lot less drunk.”
Puck chuckled, “Good. What are you planning on doing now?”
Kurt shrugged, watching as Mercedes turned on a show for the ball drop and called Sam over to sit with her on the couch, and proceeded to make out. Taking in all the lip-locked couples, Kurt smiled, turning completely into Puck. “What did you have in mind?”
Puck smirked, but it didn’t have the same effect when that nervous glint flashed in his eyes. “Just come with me.” Taking Kurt’s hand, Puck led the way back upstairs and to a closed door. Before going in, Puck turned to Kurt and spoke quietly and gently. “Don’t jump to conclusions or freak out or anything, okay? Just let us explain.”
Frowning in confusion, Kurt nodded. “What’s going on, Noah?”
The use of his first name visibly relaxed Puck and his smirk returned full force. Instead of answering he opened the door and pulled Kurt in before closing it and locking it.
Kurt wasn’t sure how, but it turned out he managed to take in most of the bare room before his gaze actually reached the bed. There were a few boxes, some opened, some still closed, in one corner. In another was a suitcase with clothes in various states of neatness. Then there was the near empty desk, a dresser, and a bed. It practically screamed college student home for break.
But then he finally laid eyes on the bed… where a sleek blond in light blue boxer briefs was lying on top of a well-muscled brunette in black boxers making out with each other. Kurt wasn’t sure if he and Puck had been noticed or not, but he could have sworn that Colton turned his hips slightly to reveal two very hard, thankfully covered, cocks rubbing against each other… on purpose.
Squeaking in embarrassment of his apparently voyeuristic tendencies, Kurt turned away, covering his face. He heard some motion but ignored it, deciding instead to figure out a way to apologize to Dave and Colton for interrupting them. When he felt hands on his wrists he peaked through his fingers to glare at Puck, but instead found himself face to face with Colton.
“OhmyGodI’msosorry,” Kurt blurted, trying to cover his face again.
“Kurt it’s all right,” said Colton. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“But I walked in on you guys,” Kurt said, hands still covering his mouth but not his eyes.
“That was kind of the point, babe,” said Puck, a little hesitant.
Snapping his head around to stare at Puck, Kurt gasped. “What?”
Puck nodded at Colton, taking the blonde’s place in front of Kurt before trying to explain. “While you were watching that movie we were in here… talking about certain things.”
Seeing the nervousness again, Kurt glanced up and down Puck’s form. Realizing that the boy was only wearing his undershirt, Kurt glanced around the room, seeing Puck’s shirt draped over the back of the desk chair that was still facing the bed. Turning back to his boyfriend, Kurt couldn’t keep the hurt out of his eyes. “What exactly were you three talking about?”
Puck cursed under his breath. “Shit, you’re jumping to conclusions. Let us explain, Kurt.”
“Then explain.” Kurt’s voice was already shaky. He was trying to hold back, but fear and hurt were quickly building up.
“I was talking to Sam when you started the movie,” began Puck, glancing over nervously at Colton. “After a while I noticed these two missing and I had a bone to pick about that kiss.”
Kurt bit his lip, looking down. If this was what it looked like then that kiss was nothing. But it didn’t make him feel any less guilty.
“I found them in here, and I… well I…”
“He spied on us,” cut in Colton.
Kurt looked over, surprised by the smile in the boy’s voice.
“I could see him peaking in through my door,” Colton continued. “After a few more minutes of making out with Dave, I invited him in.”
“Invi…?” Kurt trailed off, swallowing and looking back at Puck. “Then?”
“Then we talked,” Puck spoke quickly, as if to stop Kurt from coming to the conclusion he had arrived at minutes earlier.
“About what?” Kurt asked, wondering what on earth they could have been talking about that led Puck to taking off his over shirt.
“That kiss. I could tell there was something going on.”
“I was drunk, Puck.” If he and Puck really broke up because of all this, Kurt would swear off drinking for his entire life. First the Miss Pillsbury incident, now this? Why did alcohol hate him so much?
“I told him about the locker room kiss.” Dave’s voice was soft, almost a whisper.
Kurt turned to him now, finding him sitting on the side of the bed. He was so shocked he didn’t know what to say.
“I know it was your secret, too, but I thought he had a right to know.”
Not really caring to much about the past incident, Puck continued. “It was kind of tense in here after that and Colton decided to break the ice by asking me about the rimming thing.”
“It worked,” Colton added, before letting Puck continue.
“That led to, um, a, uh… sexually oriented conversation,” Puck stumbled through. “We were all drunk and pretty soon they were making out.”
“I’m an exhibitionist when drunk,” said Colton, as if that explained everything.
“I was just going to leave and find you,” said Puck. “I mean, they are really hot to watch and I was really turned on.”
“You were still watching the movie,” interrupted Dave, realizing that Puck was not making anything sound better for himself. “He was really bummed cause he couldn’t get it on with his boyfriend and Colton just shrugged and said he could watch. I didn’t really have a problem with that.”
Colton chuckled. “Because you get so wrapped up in it all, you barely notice any of your surroundings.”
Dave blushed and crossed his arms. “Shut up.”
Kurt couldn’t help but smile. He’d never thought he’d see David Karofsky pouting.
“So I just watched.” Puck shrugged, scratching his neck. “I didn’t let myself really do anything, just sort of fantasize and so I was getting really hot and I took off my shirt. Then after a while we heard the car horn and then you and Mercedes were saying bye to Quinn and Colton said-”
“Why don’t you go get Kurt so you guys can join us?” Colton finished for him. “So here you are.”
“I mean none of us have had any alcohol since before the game.” Puck was staring at his hands, just trying to get out his last minute explanations. “And then that kiss with Colton, him mentioning the foursome, then the kiss with Dave, it was all really hot. I’m just so horny right now, and it seemed like a good idea when I left the room, but then I realized that I had left my shirt and I was worried what you might think…”
Kurt finally shut him up with a kiss, even though it was relatively chaste. Pulling away, Kurt grinned. “You could have skipped all of this if you just told me you wanted a foursome with them.”
“I didn’t want you to think that we had started without you,” whispered Puck. He looked so much like a child in that moment that Kurt laughed.
“Puck, this is a party. With alcohol. Yes, if something had happened I’d be hurt and upset, in fact I was before you explained everything. But you would have apologized and done something incredibly romantic, made love to me, and all would be forgiven.” Kurt glanced over his shoulder and smiled at Colton. “Besides, if anything the three of us started without you.”
Backing up, Kurt slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He had lost his other layers much earlier while he had been dancing. Puck’s eyes were hot on him, but he was still too shocked to really move. Knowing that Puck needed time to wrap his mind around what was happening, Kurt decided to take care of something else.
Turning, Kurt stepped over to stand between Dave’s legs. “So you told them about our first kiss?”
Dave nodded, a little nervous. “I know it wasn’t really my place to tell your boyfriend, but I still feel a little guilty about it whenever I see him.”
Kurt grinned. “Did you make it sound as hot as it was?”
The confusion on Dave’s face was almost laughable.
Tilting Dave’s chin up with a single finger, Kurt caught his gaze and spoke as seriously as he could with a huge grin on his face. “I’ve seen how you’ve changed, Dave. Some jerk named Karofsky took my first kiss from me more than a year ago. But as far as I’m concerned, the first time I kissed Dave, was tonight. And I’m waiting for a second one right now.”
“Kurt…” for some reason Dave didn’t sound convinced.
Kurt shifted his hand so he was holding the jock’s chin between his thumb and forefinger. “I mean it, Dave. If you ever bring that up again, I won’t bother forgiving, I’ll just ignore it. That kiss never happened. Not with you.” Glancing over his shoulder, he grinned at Puck who had stripped down to his boxers. “Now I seem to be over dressed. Want to help me with that?”
Dave barely got a chance to answer before Kurt was kissing him again. It took him a minute, but soon he was pushing Kurt’s shirt off his shoulders and pulling his undershirt upwards. As Kurt deepened the kiss Dave let out that whine-slash-moan sound again and Kurt pulled away, allowing Dave to remove the undershirt.
“Does he always make that sound,” Kurt asked Colton, glancing up to see the boy watching intently.
Colton shrugged. “Only when he’s willing to give up control.”
Kurt nodded and turned to find Puck walking up behind him. “Glad you finally caught up, Puck.”
Puck’s eyes traveled over his half-naked body. “I think you’re the one that needs to be caught up.”
“Touché.”
Puck grinned and reached forward to open Kurt’s jeans but the smaller boy stepped away.
“Let’s see,” said Kurt, a finger tapping his lips. “I’ve kissed Puck, Colton, and Dave tonight. Puck, I don’t think you’ve kissed anyone but me.”
Colton stepped towards the mohawked boy, smirking. “I think I can help remedy that.”
It was clear that Puck was still a little drunk when he let out a giggle, leaning in towards Colton. Kurt quickly turned, pulling off his jeans and sitting next to Dave in order to watch the show. He glanced over to see Dave staring at his bright red boxer briefs and chuckled.
“Wanna see?” Kurt whispered.
Dave just swallowed and nodded, practically ignoring his boyfriend making out with another guy.
Kurt turned his attention back to Puck, groaning at the sight of the boys kissing. Shifting, he lied back against Dave and slipped his hand into his underwear, moaning at the first touch. As Puck slid his fingers over Colton’s abs, Kurt pulled himself out, gently stroking as he watched.
Dave gasped, his hands moving to touch Kurt’s arms, stroking them as if mirroring the smaller boy’s motions.
Turned on by the touch, Kurt reached back with his free hand, tearing his eyes away from the show in front of him and pulled Dave into another kiss. It was so much hotter than before because Dave let go completely, allowing himself to enjoy the kiss and contribute to it.
Colton’s voice broke the kiss. “Your boyfriend’s really hot.”
“Yours isn’t half bad either,” replied Puck.
Kurt looked back at them to see the boys standing close together, watching him and Dave. It wasn’t until Kurt felt a hand on the back of his that he noticed three things. One, he was still stroking himself. Two, Dave was still stroking his arm. And three, Dave was getting pretty close to touching Kurt’s cock.
Moaning at the idea, Kurt leaned back, relaxing his hand just enough that Dave finally stroked him “by accident.” Dave froze for a second, but kept going, keeping his touch light and slow.
“This is your fantasy, Colton,” Dave whispered. “What do you want?”
“Why aren’t we all naked yet?” was the blonde’s quick reply.
Dave chuckled, causing a shiver to run down Kurt’s spine when he felt it through his whole body. “Good question.” Dave stopped stroking Kurt, going instead to pull off his underwear.
Puck smirked in approval and stripped his own boxers off, taking Kurt from Dave so the larger boy could strip, too. Then only Colton was left and he had to shake himself out of his trance to pull off his own garment.
“What now?” asked Puck, holding Kurt close to him.
“Now?” Colton approached, reaching out for Kurt who willingly moved so Colton could straddle his lap. “Now I make Kurt ready for Puck to fuck him while Puck makes Dave ready for Kurt to fuck him.” He looked over at Dave, suddenly nervous. “I mean. Are you okay with that, babe? I know you and I barely switch but-“
“Fuck yes,” interrupted Dave, squeezing his own cock.
Colton smiled, gently pushing Kurt back on the bed. “Then get moving. I can’t wait to see this.”
Kurt relaxed back, finding it surprisingly easy as Colton ran his hands over his highly sensitive body. He hummed in pleasure as Colton mouthed at his stomach, his hands slowly moving closer to his entrance.
Neither Dave nor Puck moved as they watched Colton slick up his fingers with lube. He had just pushed one finger past the tight ring of muscle, Kurt moaning happily, when he looked up, eyebrows raised.
“Well? Aren’t you supposed to be doing something, Puck?” asked Colton, wiggling his finger at the same time to cause Kurt to buck his hips.
“Please, Puck,” whined Kurt, “I need you.”
Puck practically tackled Dave back onto the bed almost making a mess as he slicked his fingers.
“Jeeze, Puck, we aren’t going anywhere, you can slow down a little,” said Dave, voice a little breathless.
“And if Colton had said, ‘Please, Dave, I need you,’ would you be going slow?” Despite his words, he still worked at a slow pace. He never had any intentions of trying to prepare Dave too fast. He had heard that Dave wasn’t used to it.
The comment did shut Dave up, but Puck’s finger pushing past that outer ring of muscle helped a lot. Somewhere at the back of Dave’ mind, he wished it was Colton preparing him. But it had been hot watching him prepare Kurt, and figured Colton was just as turned on watching Puck prepare Dave. Being watched was kinda hot, even, and Dave figured it must feel like that when Colton prepared himself while Dave watched. As a result, Dave was practically fucking himself on Puck’s finger within another minute.
Puck took the signal and added another finger, his free hand on Dave’s thigh, gently massaging it. After that, he was able to work faster, noticing that while Dave wasn’t used to the stretch, he apparently loved the burn. After a few minutes of scissoring three fingers inside him, Puck pulled away and looked at Kurt. “He’s ready for you.”
Kurt nodded and traded positions with Puck, slipping on a condom and moaning as Puck applied the lube. The countertenor made eye contact with Dave and saw nervousness. He was about to say something, but Colton was kneeling by his head in a second, whispering in his ear and the nervousness seemed to disappear. Smirking a little, Kurt pressed at Dave’s tight opening and started to push.
Dave forced himself to breathe through the pain, reveling when it turned pleasurable as Kurt finally breached his entrance. He had thought about stopping when Kurt first kneeled above him, worried that this was too much like cheating on Colton. And even if it wasn’t, what if he liked it too much? Would he feel the want to cheat? He was saved from such thought when Colton appeared and started whispering how hot it would be to watch Dave give himself over to someone else.
It had quickly quelled his fears, helping him realize he wouldn’t like this as much if Colton wasn’t there with him. Even as Kurt brushed across his prostate a few seconds before bottoming out. Groaning in pleasure, Dave shifted his hips, wanting Kurt to move, but was stopped by Colton’s hand.
“Patience,” whispered the blonde. “You’re not the only one getting fucked.”
Dave barely understood through the haze of pleasure in his head, but Kurt’s whine of pleasure was enough. Watching through slitted eyes, he saw Puck behind Kurt and knew that the countertenor was currently being taken.
He wasn’t sure how long it took, but after a few moments Kurt collapsed on top of Dave, panting in pleasure. The movement jostled Kurt inside Dave and he lifted his hips slightly, causing Kurt to sigh, but he couldn’t seem to move.
Puck knew what the problem was, and smirked. Slowly he pulled out before slamming back into Kurt.
“Yes, Noah!” Kurt cried out at the same time Dave gasped, “Fuck,” the strong movement pushing Kurt deeper into Dave.
After a second similar thrust, Kurt pushed himself up a little and was finally able to do his own thrusting into Dave. Before long there was a rhythm as Kurt would pull out of Dave, Puck out of Kurt, and then Puck would surge forward, pushing Kurt back into the larger boy.
Colton watched, gently stroking himself as he enjoyed the show. He noticed that Kurt was getting a little tired and leaned in to whisper a solution to Dave. Dave smiled, gasping as Puck thrust again, but stopped both boys from pulling away. Gently easing Kurt down, Dave reached for Puck.
At Puck’s confused look, Dave said, “You still haven’t kissed everyone here.”
Understanding sparked in Puck’s face, and he leaned in closer as Kurt turned towards him. The mohawked boy teased Dave at first, their lips barely touching, or licking across Dave’s lower lip, but then Kurt whimpered. Spurred on by the sound, Puck finally closed the small distance between them and locked lips with Dave.
Kurt was breathless as he watched the boys kiss. It was a little sloppy, but that was probably due to how turned on they were. Loving the sight, but wanting to move on, Kurt rotated his hips. Dave pulled away, gasping as the movement caused Kurt to brush over his prostate.
“As hot as that is,” Kurt sighed, rolling his hips again just to hear Dave’s whine, “We need to keep going. I am so close right now.”
Puck didn’t say anything at first, simply starting up their previous rhythm. However, after a few thrusts he spoke. “Don’t you want to participate, Colton?” He spoke between gasps and gave an extra hard thrust before adding, “This is your fantasy, as we’ve pointed out.”
Colton blushed through his aroused flush. “I, um, I’m not sure exactly what to do.”
Dave took a deep breath to calm himself, recovering from a particularly well aimed thrust from Kurt. “I know,” he mumbled, reaching for his boyfriend’s hip. “Come here.”
Colton shifted, grinning when he realized what Dave wanted.
Kurt and Puck watched intently as Dave sucked Colton into his mouth. He didn’t go far, not really being at the right angle, but he sucked hard before pulling away and giving little kisses and licks to the head and shaft. Colton sighed his approval, running his fingers through Dave’s hair.
“Fuck, you’re good at that, baby,” Colton muttered.
Dave only hummed in answer, causing Colton to jerk forward.
As the larger jock licked from the base to the head, Kurt caved to the temptation, leaning down to join Dave. They locked eyes just before Kurt gave a tentative lick to the head of Colton’s cock and Dave groaned, pushing his hips up into the next thrust.
Colton gasped, nearly falling over at the double-tongued sensation. “’m close,” he murmured.
Puck’s eyes were wide, taking in the scene before him. He could tell Kurt was close, his inner walls fluttering around him. But he wasn’t sure about Dave. Deciding to stay safe, Puck reached around Kurt’s hips and easily found Dave’s cock with a solid grip.
Taken by surprise at the tight hold, Dave threw his head back. “Shit!”
Kurt gave an almost excited giggle before taking the head of Colton’s cock into his mouth for a strong suck and a quick flick of the tongue.
Everything happened in quick succession from that point on. Kurt pulled away from Colton just as the blonde came, his come spilling onto Kurt’s cheek. Dave watched and followed almost immediately, Puck massaging him dry. Kurt and Puck came almost simultaneously, both reacting to the contractions around their cocks.
They all hung there, frozen in the aftershocks, for almost a minute. Colton eventually moved to lie down on the bed, snapping Puck out of his own haze and gently pulling from Kurt before falling to the bed. Kurt quickly followed, taking in the sound of four bodies, panting in recovery.
After a while, Kurt spoke. “I can deal with a bit of dry come on my stomach, but can I have a tissue so I don’t have to sleep with any on my face? It’s bad enough I decided to waylay my usual skincare routine for tonight.”
He saw Colton shifting, reaching for his box of tissues, but Puck chuckled and reacted faster. Kurt squeaked as the mohawked jock grabbed his chin, turned his head, and licked his cheek.
Dave and Colton stared in surprise, both their cocks trying desperately to react, though failing.
“What?” said Puck, falling back to the bed. “I wanted a taste.”
“I can’t resist it,” mumbled Dave.
Colton chuckled, leaving for a moment and returning with a towel. It was dry, but he didn’t feel like dressing to go to the bathroom, and it was better than nothing. Kurt quickly used it to make sure his face was clean before handing it to Dave for his stomach. As Kurt finished cleaning himself as best he could after, Dave and Puck disposed of their condoms and the four boys moved themselves under the covers.
It was a small bed, but, with the alcohol and the sex, they were all tired enough to fall asleep in any position. As they moved no one spoke. It could be awkward in the morning when they all woke up, naked and sober, but that was still to come. So instead, Colton tucked himself between the wall and Dave, legs intertwined, Kurt hugged himself to Puck, his back fitting nicely with Dave’s side, and Puck took the edge of the bed. Kurt let himself worry until he remembered that Puck was used to being kicked out of beds by his sister, so he’d probably be able to sleep through a fall now.
Kurt was just about to fall asleep when he caught a glimpse of Colton’s digital clock. It read 12:05. Now that was one hell of a way to bring in the new year, he thought, his eyes slipping closed as he fell into a dreamless sleep.
TBC...
Part Three
Author: amelias_nature
Pairing(s);Character(s): Puck/Kurt, Dave/Colton(OMC); All other glee clubbers (minus Blaine, and Lauren)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance, Humor, Smut
Word Count: Part 2 - 4,123
Warnings: Foursome, bottom Dave
Spoilers: S2
Summary: Colton hosts the New Years Eve party for the glee club. The bottle is brought out, secrets are told, and fantasies fulfilled.
A/N: Sorry about the late update, I had an evening class and then of course I had to watch Glee! I will try to post the third part tomorrow afternoon before LJ shuts down for three hours, otherwise check in around the same time as tonight... or check ff.net, I'll post it there when I can.
Part One
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Part Two
Almost two hours later Mercedes was calling a cab to take Quinn home after finding out that the girl’s mother was also drunk. Kurt glanced around, wondering where Puck was. All of the couples were currently engaged with one another, Artie being lucky enough (in a straight guy’s opinion) to be “stuck” under a certain female couple. All except Sam, who was playing games on his phone while Mercedes was occupied.
Kurt had been sure to not drink anymore that night, especially after making out with Dave at the end of their spin-the-bottle game. While the act wasn’t horrific or anything, having done it unashamed in front of all his friends and boyfriend was horrifying enough in and of itself.
He was still wondering where his boyfriend was when a honk came form outside and Mercedes was tugging him up to help her get Quinn outside. He took the opportunity to eye some more of the house and noticed on the way out that he couldn’t find Colton and Dave anywhere either. Though, being at Colton’s house they were probably in the boy’s room.
It wasn’t until he and Mercedes were walking back in that he saw Puck walking down the stairs, a nervous look on his face.
“Hey, babe,” Puck murmured, as he put an arm around Kurt’s waist. “How are you doing?”
“I’m fine,” Kurt answered, “A lot less drunk.”
Puck chuckled, “Good. What are you planning on doing now?”
Kurt shrugged, watching as Mercedes turned on a show for the ball drop and called Sam over to sit with her on the couch, and proceeded to make out. Taking in all the lip-locked couples, Kurt smiled, turning completely into Puck. “What did you have in mind?”
Puck smirked, but it didn’t have the same effect when that nervous glint flashed in his eyes. “Just come with me.” Taking Kurt’s hand, Puck led the way back upstairs and to a closed door. Before going in, Puck turned to Kurt and spoke quietly and gently. “Don’t jump to conclusions or freak out or anything, okay? Just let us explain.”
Frowning in confusion, Kurt nodded. “What’s going on, Noah?”
The use of his first name visibly relaxed Puck and his smirk returned full force. Instead of answering he opened the door and pulled Kurt in before closing it and locking it.
Kurt wasn’t sure how, but it turned out he managed to take in most of the bare room before his gaze actually reached the bed. There were a few boxes, some opened, some still closed, in one corner. In another was a suitcase with clothes in various states of neatness. Then there was the near empty desk, a dresser, and a bed. It practically screamed college student home for break.
But then he finally laid eyes on the bed… where a sleek blond in light blue boxer briefs was lying on top of a well-muscled brunette in black boxers making out with each other. Kurt wasn’t sure if he and Puck had been noticed or not, but he could have sworn that Colton turned his hips slightly to reveal two very hard, thankfully covered, cocks rubbing against each other… on purpose.
Squeaking in embarrassment of his apparently voyeuristic tendencies, Kurt turned away, covering his face. He heard some motion but ignored it, deciding instead to figure out a way to apologize to Dave and Colton for interrupting them. When he felt hands on his wrists he peaked through his fingers to glare at Puck, but instead found himself face to face with Colton.
“OhmyGodI’msosorry,” Kurt blurted, trying to cover his face again.
“Kurt it’s all right,” said Colton. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“But I walked in on you guys,” Kurt said, hands still covering his mouth but not his eyes.
“That was kind of the point, babe,” said Puck, a little hesitant.
Snapping his head around to stare at Puck, Kurt gasped. “What?”
Puck nodded at Colton, taking the blonde’s place in front of Kurt before trying to explain. “While you were watching that movie we were in here… talking about certain things.”
Seeing the nervousness again, Kurt glanced up and down Puck’s form. Realizing that the boy was only wearing his undershirt, Kurt glanced around the room, seeing Puck’s shirt draped over the back of the desk chair that was still facing the bed. Turning back to his boyfriend, Kurt couldn’t keep the hurt out of his eyes. “What exactly were you three talking about?”
Puck cursed under his breath. “Shit, you’re jumping to conclusions. Let us explain, Kurt.”
“Then explain.” Kurt’s voice was already shaky. He was trying to hold back, but fear and hurt were quickly building up.
“I was talking to Sam when you started the movie,” began Puck, glancing over nervously at Colton. “After a while I noticed these two missing and I had a bone to pick about that kiss.”
Kurt bit his lip, looking down. If this was what it looked like then that kiss was nothing. But it didn’t make him feel any less guilty.
“I found them in here, and I… well I…”
“He spied on us,” cut in Colton.
Kurt looked over, surprised by the smile in the boy’s voice.
“I could see him peaking in through my door,” Colton continued. “After a few more minutes of making out with Dave, I invited him in.”
“Invi…?” Kurt trailed off, swallowing and looking back at Puck. “Then?”
“Then we talked,” Puck spoke quickly, as if to stop Kurt from coming to the conclusion he had arrived at minutes earlier.
“About what?” Kurt asked, wondering what on earth they could have been talking about that led Puck to taking off his over shirt.
“That kiss. I could tell there was something going on.”
“I was drunk, Puck.” If he and Puck really broke up because of all this, Kurt would swear off drinking for his entire life. First the Miss Pillsbury incident, now this? Why did alcohol hate him so much?
“I told him about the locker room kiss.” Dave’s voice was soft, almost a whisper.
Kurt turned to him now, finding him sitting on the side of the bed. He was so shocked he didn’t know what to say.
“I know it was your secret, too, but I thought he had a right to know.”
Not really caring to much about the past incident, Puck continued. “It was kind of tense in here after that and Colton decided to break the ice by asking me about the rimming thing.”
“It worked,” Colton added, before letting Puck continue.
“That led to, um, a, uh… sexually oriented conversation,” Puck stumbled through. “We were all drunk and pretty soon they were making out.”
“I’m an exhibitionist when drunk,” said Colton, as if that explained everything.
“I was just going to leave and find you,” said Puck. “I mean, they are really hot to watch and I was really turned on.”
“You were still watching the movie,” interrupted Dave, realizing that Puck was not making anything sound better for himself. “He was really bummed cause he couldn’t get it on with his boyfriend and Colton just shrugged and said he could watch. I didn’t really have a problem with that.”
Colton chuckled. “Because you get so wrapped up in it all, you barely notice any of your surroundings.”
Dave blushed and crossed his arms. “Shut up.”
Kurt couldn’t help but smile. He’d never thought he’d see David Karofsky pouting.
“So I just watched.” Puck shrugged, scratching his neck. “I didn’t let myself really do anything, just sort of fantasize and so I was getting really hot and I took off my shirt. Then after a while we heard the car horn and then you and Mercedes were saying bye to Quinn and Colton said-”
“Why don’t you go get Kurt so you guys can join us?” Colton finished for him. “So here you are.”
“I mean none of us have had any alcohol since before the game.” Puck was staring at his hands, just trying to get out his last minute explanations. “And then that kiss with Colton, him mentioning the foursome, then the kiss with Dave, it was all really hot. I’m just so horny right now, and it seemed like a good idea when I left the room, but then I realized that I had left my shirt and I was worried what you might think…”
Kurt finally shut him up with a kiss, even though it was relatively chaste. Pulling away, Kurt grinned. “You could have skipped all of this if you just told me you wanted a foursome with them.”
“I didn’t want you to think that we had started without you,” whispered Puck. He looked so much like a child in that moment that Kurt laughed.
“Puck, this is a party. With alcohol. Yes, if something had happened I’d be hurt and upset, in fact I was before you explained everything. But you would have apologized and done something incredibly romantic, made love to me, and all would be forgiven.” Kurt glanced over his shoulder and smiled at Colton. “Besides, if anything the three of us started without you.”
Backing up, Kurt slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He had lost his other layers much earlier while he had been dancing. Puck’s eyes were hot on him, but he was still too shocked to really move. Knowing that Puck needed time to wrap his mind around what was happening, Kurt decided to take care of something else.
Turning, Kurt stepped over to stand between Dave’s legs. “So you told them about our first kiss?”
Dave nodded, a little nervous. “I know it wasn’t really my place to tell your boyfriend, but I still feel a little guilty about it whenever I see him.”
Kurt grinned. “Did you make it sound as hot as it was?”
The confusion on Dave’s face was almost laughable.
Tilting Dave’s chin up with a single finger, Kurt caught his gaze and spoke as seriously as he could with a huge grin on his face. “I’ve seen how you’ve changed, Dave. Some jerk named Karofsky took my first kiss from me more than a year ago. But as far as I’m concerned, the first time I kissed Dave, was tonight. And I’m waiting for a second one right now.”
“Kurt…” for some reason Dave didn’t sound convinced.
Kurt shifted his hand so he was holding the jock’s chin between his thumb and forefinger. “I mean it, Dave. If you ever bring that up again, I won’t bother forgiving, I’ll just ignore it. That kiss never happened. Not with you.” Glancing over his shoulder, he grinned at Puck who had stripped down to his boxers. “Now I seem to be over dressed. Want to help me with that?”
Dave barely got a chance to answer before Kurt was kissing him again. It took him a minute, but soon he was pushing Kurt’s shirt off his shoulders and pulling his undershirt upwards. As Kurt deepened the kiss Dave let out that whine-slash-moan sound again and Kurt pulled away, allowing Dave to remove the undershirt.
“Does he always make that sound,” Kurt asked Colton, glancing up to see the boy watching intently.
Colton shrugged. “Only when he’s willing to give up control.”
Kurt nodded and turned to find Puck walking up behind him. “Glad you finally caught up, Puck.”
Puck’s eyes traveled over his half-naked body. “I think you’re the one that needs to be caught up.”
“Touché.”
Puck grinned and reached forward to open Kurt’s jeans but the smaller boy stepped away.
“Let’s see,” said Kurt, a finger tapping his lips. “I’ve kissed Puck, Colton, and Dave tonight. Puck, I don’t think you’ve kissed anyone but me.”
Colton stepped towards the mohawked boy, smirking. “I think I can help remedy that.”
It was clear that Puck was still a little drunk when he let out a giggle, leaning in towards Colton. Kurt quickly turned, pulling off his jeans and sitting next to Dave in order to watch the show. He glanced over to see Dave staring at his bright red boxer briefs and chuckled.
“Wanna see?” Kurt whispered.
Dave just swallowed and nodded, practically ignoring his boyfriend making out with another guy.
Kurt turned his attention back to Puck, groaning at the sight of the boys kissing. Shifting, he lied back against Dave and slipped his hand into his underwear, moaning at the first touch. As Puck slid his fingers over Colton’s abs, Kurt pulled himself out, gently stroking as he watched.
Dave gasped, his hands moving to touch Kurt’s arms, stroking them as if mirroring the smaller boy’s motions.
Turned on by the touch, Kurt reached back with his free hand, tearing his eyes away from the show in front of him and pulled Dave into another kiss. It was so much hotter than before because Dave let go completely, allowing himself to enjoy the kiss and contribute to it.
Colton’s voice broke the kiss. “Your boyfriend’s really hot.”
“Yours isn’t half bad either,” replied Puck.
Kurt looked back at them to see the boys standing close together, watching him and Dave. It wasn’t until Kurt felt a hand on the back of his that he noticed three things. One, he was still stroking himself. Two, Dave was still stroking his arm. And three, Dave was getting pretty close to touching Kurt’s cock.
Moaning at the idea, Kurt leaned back, relaxing his hand just enough that Dave finally stroked him “by accident.” Dave froze for a second, but kept going, keeping his touch light and slow.
“This is your fantasy, Colton,” Dave whispered. “What do you want?”
“Why aren’t we all naked yet?” was the blonde’s quick reply.
Dave chuckled, causing a shiver to run down Kurt’s spine when he felt it through his whole body. “Good question.” Dave stopped stroking Kurt, going instead to pull off his underwear.
Puck smirked in approval and stripped his own boxers off, taking Kurt from Dave so the larger boy could strip, too. Then only Colton was left and he had to shake himself out of his trance to pull off his own garment.
“What now?” asked Puck, holding Kurt close to him.
“Now?” Colton approached, reaching out for Kurt who willingly moved so Colton could straddle his lap. “Now I make Kurt ready for Puck to fuck him while Puck makes Dave ready for Kurt to fuck him.” He looked over at Dave, suddenly nervous. “I mean. Are you okay with that, babe? I know you and I barely switch but-“
“Fuck yes,” interrupted Dave, squeezing his own cock.
Colton smiled, gently pushing Kurt back on the bed. “Then get moving. I can’t wait to see this.”
Kurt relaxed back, finding it surprisingly easy as Colton ran his hands over his highly sensitive body. He hummed in pleasure as Colton mouthed at his stomach, his hands slowly moving closer to his entrance.
Neither Dave nor Puck moved as they watched Colton slick up his fingers with lube. He had just pushed one finger past the tight ring of muscle, Kurt moaning happily, when he looked up, eyebrows raised.
“Well? Aren’t you supposed to be doing something, Puck?” asked Colton, wiggling his finger at the same time to cause Kurt to buck his hips.
“Please, Puck,” whined Kurt, “I need you.”
Puck practically tackled Dave back onto the bed almost making a mess as he slicked his fingers.
“Jeeze, Puck, we aren’t going anywhere, you can slow down a little,” said Dave, voice a little breathless.
“And if Colton had said, ‘Please, Dave, I need you,’ would you be going slow?” Despite his words, he still worked at a slow pace. He never had any intentions of trying to prepare Dave too fast. He had heard that Dave wasn’t used to it.
The comment did shut Dave up, but Puck’s finger pushing past that outer ring of muscle helped a lot. Somewhere at the back of Dave’ mind, he wished it was Colton preparing him. But it had been hot watching him prepare Kurt, and figured Colton was just as turned on watching Puck prepare Dave. Being watched was kinda hot, even, and Dave figured it must feel like that when Colton prepared himself while Dave watched. As a result, Dave was practically fucking himself on Puck’s finger within another minute.
Puck took the signal and added another finger, his free hand on Dave’s thigh, gently massaging it. After that, he was able to work faster, noticing that while Dave wasn’t used to the stretch, he apparently loved the burn. After a few minutes of scissoring three fingers inside him, Puck pulled away and looked at Kurt. “He’s ready for you.”
Kurt nodded and traded positions with Puck, slipping on a condom and moaning as Puck applied the lube. The countertenor made eye contact with Dave and saw nervousness. He was about to say something, but Colton was kneeling by his head in a second, whispering in his ear and the nervousness seemed to disappear. Smirking a little, Kurt pressed at Dave’s tight opening and started to push.
Dave forced himself to breathe through the pain, reveling when it turned pleasurable as Kurt finally breached his entrance. He had thought about stopping when Kurt first kneeled above him, worried that this was too much like cheating on Colton. And even if it wasn’t, what if he liked it too much? Would he feel the want to cheat? He was saved from such thought when Colton appeared and started whispering how hot it would be to watch Dave give himself over to someone else.
It had quickly quelled his fears, helping him realize he wouldn’t like this as much if Colton wasn’t there with him. Even as Kurt brushed across his prostate a few seconds before bottoming out. Groaning in pleasure, Dave shifted his hips, wanting Kurt to move, but was stopped by Colton’s hand.
“Patience,” whispered the blonde. “You’re not the only one getting fucked.”
Dave barely understood through the haze of pleasure in his head, but Kurt’s whine of pleasure was enough. Watching through slitted eyes, he saw Puck behind Kurt and knew that the countertenor was currently being taken.
He wasn’t sure how long it took, but after a few moments Kurt collapsed on top of Dave, panting in pleasure. The movement jostled Kurt inside Dave and he lifted his hips slightly, causing Kurt to sigh, but he couldn’t seem to move.
Puck knew what the problem was, and smirked. Slowly he pulled out before slamming back into Kurt.
“Yes, Noah!” Kurt cried out at the same time Dave gasped, “Fuck,” the strong movement pushing Kurt deeper into Dave.
After a second similar thrust, Kurt pushed himself up a little and was finally able to do his own thrusting into Dave. Before long there was a rhythm as Kurt would pull out of Dave, Puck out of Kurt, and then Puck would surge forward, pushing Kurt back into the larger boy.
Colton watched, gently stroking himself as he enjoyed the show. He noticed that Kurt was getting a little tired and leaned in to whisper a solution to Dave. Dave smiled, gasping as Puck thrust again, but stopped both boys from pulling away. Gently easing Kurt down, Dave reached for Puck.
At Puck’s confused look, Dave said, “You still haven’t kissed everyone here.”
Understanding sparked in Puck’s face, and he leaned in closer as Kurt turned towards him. The mohawked boy teased Dave at first, their lips barely touching, or licking across Dave’s lower lip, but then Kurt whimpered. Spurred on by the sound, Puck finally closed the small distance between them and locked lips with Dave.
Kurt was breathless as he watched the boys kiss. It was a little sloppy, but that was probably due to how turned on they were. Loving the sight, but wanting to move on, Kurt rotated his hips. Dave pulled away, gasping as the movement caused Kurt to brush over his prostate.
“As hot as that is,” Kurt sighed, rolling his hips again just to hear Dave’s whine, “We need to keep going. I am so close right now.”
Puck didn’t say anything at first, simply starting up their previous rhythm. However, after a few thrusts he spoke. “Don’t you want to participate, Colton?” He spoke between gasps and gave an extra hard thrust before adding, “This is your fantasy, as we’ve pointed out.”
Colton blushed through his aroused flush. “I, um, I’m not sure exactly what to do.”
Dave took a deep breath to calm himself, recovering from a particularly well aimed thrust from Kurt. “I know,” he mumbled, reaching for his boyfriend’s hip. “Come here.”
Colton shifted, grinning when he realized what Dave wanted.
Kurt and Puck watched intently as Dave sucked Colton into his mouth. He didn’t go far, not really being at the right angle, but he sucked hard before pulling away and giving little kisses and licks to the head and shaft. Colton sighed his approval, running his fingers through Dave’s hair.
“Fuck, you’re good at that, baby,” Colton muttered.
Dave only hummed in answer, causing Colton to jerk forward.
As the larger jock licked from the base to the head, Kurt caved to the temptation, leaning down to join Dave. They locked eyes just before Kurt gave a tentative lick to the head of Colton’s cock and Dave groaned, pushing his hips up into the next thrust.
Colton gasped, nearly falling over at the double-tongued sensation. “’m close,” he murmured.
Puck’s eyes were wide, taking in the scene before him. He could tell Kurt was close, his inner walls fluttering around him. But he wasn’t sure about Dave. Deciding to stay safe, Puck reached around Kurt’s hips and easily found Dave’s cock with a solid grip.
Taken by surprise at the tight hold, Dave threw his head back. “Shit!”
Kurt gave an almost excited giggle before taking the head of Colton’s cock into his mouth for a strong suck and a quick flick of the tongue.
Everything happened in quick succession from that point on. Kurt pulled away from Colton just as the blonde came, his come spilling onto Kurt’s cheek. Dave watched and followed almost immediately, Puck massaging him dry. Kurt and Puck came almost simultaneously, both reacting to the contractions around their cocks.
They all hung there, frozen in the aftershocks, for almost a minute. Colton eventually moved to lie down on the bed, snapping Puck out of his own haze and gently pulling from Kurt before falling to the bed. Kurt quickly followed, taking in the sound of four bodies, panting in recovery.
After a while, Kurt spoke. “I can deal with a bit of dry come on my stomach, but can I have a tissue so I don’t have to sleep with any on my face? It’s bad enough I decided to waylay my usual skincare routine for tonight.”
He saw Colton shifting, reaching for his box of tissues, but Puck chuckled and reacted faster. Kurt squeaked as the mohawked jock grabbed his chin, turned his head, and licked his cheek.
Dave and Colton stared in surprise, both their cocks trying desperately to react, though failing.
“What?” said Puck, falling back to the bed. “I wanted a taste.”
“I can’t resist it,” mumbled Dave.
Colton chuckled, leaving for a moment and returning with a towel. It was dry, but he didn’t feel like dressing to go to the bathroom, and it was better than nothing. Kurt quickly used it to make sure his face was clean before handing it to Dave for his stomach. As Kurt finished cleaning himself as best he could after, Dave and Puck disposed of their condoms and the four boys moved themselves under the covers.
It was a small bed, but, with the alcohol and the sex, they were all tired enough to fall asleep in any position. As they moved no one spoke. It could be awkward in the morning when they all woke up, naked and sober, but that was still to come. So instead, Colton tucked himself between the wall and Dave, legs intertwined, Kurt hugged himself to Puck, his back fitting nicely with Dave’s side, and Puck took the edge of the bed. Kurt let himself worry until he remembered that Puck was used to being kicked out of beds by his sister, so he’d probably be able to sleep through a fall now.
Kurt was just about to fall asleep when he caught a glimpse of Colton’s digital clock. It read 12:05. Now that was one hell of a way to bring in the new year, he thought, his eyes slipping closed as he fell into a dreamless sleep.
TBC...
Part Three