Always Shout Fire - A Glee Fanfic, Chapter 24/25
Title: Always Shout Fire
Chapter: 24/25
Author: AshtakRa
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Kurt/Puck, mention of Sam/Blaine
Warnings: Adult themes, some violence and bad language and set in season 2
Spoilers: Spoilers for up to Duets
Summary: Kurt decides further investigation is needed regarding the Puckerman situation. He is both surprised and shocked to find his former nemesis brought low and how it changes them from team mates, to friends and perhaps...
Previous chapters: ( Chapter 21 ) ( Chapter 22 ) ( Chapter 23 )
This Chapter:
Chapter 24
[Finn's Voice] Here's what you missed: Mr Schue told everyone Puck had gone to Juvie but really he was sick - and only Kurt figured it out. He wasn't just sick but very sick, the dying kind - but he took some experimental treatment that saved his life. He even had cool hallucinations and got to meet Kurt's Mom in a vision. Now, Puck and Kurt are together, so are Sam and Blaine but that's another story. The Winter Ball was a big success and they got to dance in front of everyone, mostly due to Finn's great speech and Puck's anti-bullying campaign. Puck's may have survived but he's not cured, Kurt knows but isn't saying anything. Did I mention my... I mean Finn's great speech. That's what you missed on Always Shout Fire.
Author's Note: Nearing the end now, thanks to everyone who has stuck with me and been patient with the last few chapters. I've been busy in the real word, and then on holiday with (gasp) no internet. Anyway, the feedback has been amazing and the predictions equally so, had I not already had a plot set I may have taken heed; but experience tells me to stick with the original idea. On that note things are falling into place, and even though I wrote it I had to go back and read a few chapters to be sure of what had happened. I suggest re-reading Chapter 11 (the weird one) to get the proper impact from this one. Oh, and smut alert for this chapter too.
To the story:
The worst of winter had passed but it was still colder than he remembered as Puck stood outside the doctor's office waiting to be picked up. He blamed the drugs for thinning his blood and conveniently ignored the fact his mother had told him to wear more layers today; it was easier to blame the medication than his ma. A gust of wind blew chills across his spine but then he wasn't sure it was just the cold. As if to emphasise the point the sun came out and shone right into Puck's eyes. Yep, still cold.
He hugged his arms close and wondered how long Finn was going to be. Once again its not as if he had given Finn an exact time but Puck's mood was not up for being understanding.
A motorbike pulled up near him but Puck ignored it in favour of keeping an eye out for Finn's ugly truck. It was only when he felt a glare upon him did Puck take a second look at the rider.
"Kurt?"
The helmeted figure nodded and reached behind, unslinging a bag which he threw at Puck's feet. Inside was a riding jacket, similar to Kurt's but in Puck's size and with more black. Wasting no time Puck put it on and grinned at his boyfriend, doing a little spin to Kurt's nodded approval - it did fit perfectly of course. Kurt had removed his helmet and unclipped another from the other side of the bike, he brought it over in a sexy swagger that had Puck smirking and giving his own nod. Dressed in the leathers, with his top zip undone to show the skin-tight red skivvy beneath, Kurt was one of the hottest things Puck had ever seen... in his unbiased opinion.
"Guess who got their road licence today," Kurt said proudly, slipping the helmet over Puck's head and tightening the chin strap. "Course, I shouldn't be taking passengers but Finn mentioned you needed a pick up, so." He slipped Puck's visor up and kissed him. "Hope you don't mind." Kurt laughed at Puck's inability to respond and led him by the hand over to the motorcycle. He jabbered on about letters and numbers and horsepower but all Puck really understood was Honda and zero-to-sixty. Kurt, with his helmet back on, sat on the bike and patted the place behind him, not Puck's fault his eyes lingered on Kurt's backside for longer than was necessary. Sliding on behind him, in what he hoped was a smooth move, Puck wrapped his arms around Kurt and tried not to giggle like a four year old when Kurt started the engine. The vibration combined with being pressed against his boyfriend gave Puck an instant hard on, his earlier frustrations forgotten as Kurt patted his clasped hands and gunned the throttle.
The side streets of Lima whizzed by as Kurt took them from Main Street through to McKinley High, not stopping but just slowing down to the incredulous stares of a hundred students enjoying their lunch on and around the front steps. Puck wasn't sure what Kurt was showing off more, his new transport or his boyfriend, which didn't bother Puck because hello, he was a stud. They moved on to the park where Puck thought they might stop to play some soccer but instead Kurt kept going, through the residential area and then up the small hill that locals affectionately called Mount Lima. Actually Puck was pretty sure it wasn't high enough to be a mountain, but then there was nothing higher in the area. Stopping at the lookout Kurt jumped off the bike, tore off his helmet hollered in excitement, his face flush and grinning.
"That was fantastic! Do you know how long I've wanted to do that?"
"Since you were a little kid-."
"Since I was a little kid - hey!" Kurt scowled as he realised Puck had spoken at the same time. "Well yes, you know Noah," Kurt leered. "That jacket looks really good on you."
Undoing the front as he got off the bike Puck returned the heated look. "I could say the same... any reason you've brought me to make out point?"
"Really, is that what its called?" said Kurt innocently but removing his own jacket and carefully hanging it on the throttle. "Imagine the coincidence given the thoughts I'm having."
Puck looked around and was glad to see they were alone before he grabbed Kurt and pulled him to the ground. He went straight for Kurt's neck, nuzzling and tugging on his ear with teeth, knowing he loved that and it was sure-fire way to get him as hard as Puck was. Groaning Kurt ground into Puck, revealing his ear nibbling had worked and as their erections touched, even with clothing between them, they gasped in pleasure and Puck caught Kurt in a passionate kiss. It had been a few weeks since the Winter Ball and much of their spare time had been spent in moments like this. Puck wasn't complaining since the passion only seemed to escalate the more times they did this. He put that passion into the kiss and felt Kurt respond, his hand moving down to clasp Puck through his jeans and knead the head of his cock. Whispering Kurt's name Puck used his own hand to undo Kurt's belt and pants, slipping in to give Kurt the same treatment. The slickness of Kurt's cock revealed the ride had turned him on too if the pre-come was any indicator; Puck knew his own was already leaking profusely.
"Need you now," demanded Kurt, and who was Puck to refuse. He slithered down Kurt's torso, kissing and lightly biting him through the skivvy. In seconds he had pulled down Kurt's pants and underwear and he took a moment to admire Kurt's throbbing prick, glistening in the afternoon sun and surrounded by thick black hair. Kurt might be perfectly coiffed everywhere else but he refused to shave down there - claiming it was hotter to let it grow... Puck heartily agreed. He enveloped the knob and sucked up the pre-come, swirling his tongue to gather every drop before taking more of Kurt in until his nose was buried in pubes. Kurt moaned his name loudly and thrust up, fingers digging into his shoulders. Bobbing and sucking Puck expertly deep throated his boyfriend, practice really had made perfect. As Kurt's breathing quickened Puck palmed himself then undid his zip to free his own cock, unable to wait he stroked himself while sucking off Kurt. Practice had also taught them about timing and as Kurt thrust again Puck used his free hand to grab Kurt's balls and squeeze them gently, sending Kurt almost to a thrashing point and calling to a deity he didn't believe in. Seconds later Puck was momentarily interrupted as Kurt forced him out of his jacket, his brand new jacket.
"Always the practical one," said Puck breathlessly.
"Not getting that stained on the first day," huffed Kurt before throwing his head back as Puck used one slicked finger to trace his ass. "Fuck yeah," hissed Kurt. "Put it in me Puck, put it fucking in me!"
Puck complied and thought Kurt had made noises before, now he managed to combine several deities with Puck's name and a whole heap of swearing that no-one would ever believe the demure Kurt Hummel could produce. Returning Kurt's cock to his mouth Puck effectively trapped Kurt from being able to move, all he could do was lower onto Puck's finger before thrusting up into his mouth; Puck knew he couldn't last long this way and stroked himself to try and match Kurt's movement. He could go as quick but Kurt was obviously closer to the edge, his exposed skin was glowing with sweat and his thigh muscles straining in ecstasy as he lifted himself and therefore Puck clear off the ground. His breathing hitched and Puck felt that familiar high pitched gasp that always preceded Kurt's orgasm. Kurt didn't disappoint and thrust in smaller but faster motions, knowing Puck would take him all in. "Fuck Noah, fuck fuck fuck!" With that Kurt came, his semen spraying into Puck's eager mouth and his ass clenching onto Puck's finger. Kurt continued thrusting after he was spent and made those little mewing sounds that had Puck falling in love with him all over again. He gently eased Kurt down and slid his finger out, smiling at Kurt's expression of 'I can't believe that just happened'.
It took Kurt only half a minute to recover and he slapped Puck's hand away from stroking his own member. "My turn," grinned Kurt and lowered his mouth over Puck's cock. The soft heat sent Puck's vision to white and he had to clench his fists to not grab Kurt's head, for some reason he didn't like it. Already being close it didn't take long for Kurt's ministrations to bring Puck to the edge, and as he yelled Kurt's name, right over it. Kurt returned the favour and swallowed every drop as Puck bucked and thrust, his cock pulsating with his breaths. They lay entwined after it, both their cocks left out and the sweat drying on their bodies as the sun sunk lower. Kurt's breath returned to normal first and he moved up to kiss Puck's lips.
"What's wrong?" murmured Kurt, his cheek resting against Puck's.
"Nothing, this is perfect," he answered, wondering why Kurt would ask that question.
Kurt hummed an okay as he tucked himself and Puck back in, deftly zipping Puck up without catching anything vital. Standing and pulling Puck up Kurt smiled sadly. "I'll give you a free pass for now Puckerman, but after dinner you tell me everything okay."
Puck sighed and nodded. As with much of what Kurt sometimes 'asked' - it wasn't really a request but an order.
KPKPKPKPKP
Moving the salad out of the way Finn grimaced and reached further back into the refrigerator - he was positive he'd left a slice of pie back here last week. His scowl deepened as he found celery sticks, carrot slices and half an avocado but no pie.
"Kurt," he muttered, glaring up towards where Kurt's room now was. The boy would discard anything after a day, preaching about bacteria and cross contamination but honestly, how could week old pie be dangerous? As he exhausted the possibility his precious pie had escaped the OCD of Kurt it was all Finn could do not to march up and give his step-brother a good talking to. Actually impulse control was not one of Finn's strong points so he did just that.
"Kurt!" he growled, pushing open his door - but the room was empty. That was odd, Kurt was usually home by now. A noise from the living room answered his question.
"Kurt," he said with less ferocity as he spied Kurt on the couch with Puck, watching some fashion show on mute as Kurt was explaining to Puck the benefits of wool clothing over blends. Tragically Finn actually understood some of it having been exposed to Kurt on previous rants. Speaking of rants. "My pie is missing."
Two sets of eyes peered at him like he was speaking another language. "Pie - fridge - mine... gone."
"I did not touch your... pie."
"I ate it Hudson, like four days ago."
"But," Finn's eyes misted up. "It was my pie."
Kurt stood and got real close. "Are you for real?" He felt Finn's forehead and poked him in the side, which made Finn maybe wince more than was necessary. "I think," explained Kurt, looking back to his boyfriend. "That its Finn's time of the month."
"Oh hah hah," said Finn flatly as the other two giggled away. "Its really not funny - all week at school the only thing that got me through was the knowledge that here at home, waiting all patient like, was a big slice of apple and cherry pie, with extra thick crust and glazed coating." His mouth watered at the thought and he had to swallow it down. "Now the question is what are you going to do about it?"
"Me?" said Kurt, a hand to his own chest. "Why me, he ate it," he pointed at Puck.
"The partner rule," said Finn smugly.
"The partner rule!" Kurt crossed his arms. "I made that up, there's no such thing," he said primly.
"Is so," shot back Finn. "You said anything my girlfriend's do in this house I am responsible for - you called it the partner rule and even wrote it on the whiteboard."
Kurt huffed loudly. "That was because I was sure Quinn was stealing my moisturiser - it costs $80 an ounce you know."
"Pie's only five bucks for the whole lot - so you're getting off easy." For some reason that made Puck laugh dirtily and Finn tried to ignore it - some things don't change.
Kurt was still glaring but suddenly looked much more thoughtful. "This isn't just about some left over crust." He spun and pointed a finger at Puck who halted his second dirty laugh half-way through.
Wow thought Finn, talk about being whipped.
Kurt's eyes narrowed as he faced Finn again, then he did a 'OMG' face and gasped. "Quinn dumped you didn't she?"
"No," snapped Finn too quickly. "We ended it amicably."
"Oh no," sighed Puck from the couch. "You were dipping your finger in the fountain of Jew again weren't you?"
"Noah!" Kurt started then bent over in another fit of giggles while muttering about fingers and Jews. Finn so did not want to know about that one.
Waving his hands in frustration Finn took Kurt's seat next to Puck. "She said I was looking at Rachel during Math, which is impossible because we don't have that class together."
"Yes you do," said Kurt in confusion as he sat on the armrest.
"No because we're doing calculus this month, so its not Math anymore is it." Finn nodded, noticing Kurt giving Puck a weird look - it was similar to the one Quinn had given him when he tried to tell her the same thing.
"Well in any case," stated Kurt, patting his arm. "I am sorry, you and Quinn are good together - maybe she just needs more time."
"I don't know," said Finn, frowning.
"Why?"
"Cause I was looking at Rachel, she's been looking pretty hot since she dumped the animal sweater look and may have gone up a breast size."
Kurt and Puck slapped their foreheads at the same time.
"So," continued Finn, bumping Kurt's arm. "About that pie."
Kurt looked to the ceiling and rolled his eyes. "Fine, where do I get it."
"Only one place in town," grinned Finn. "Sally's Diner."
"What!" exploded Kurt. "That's the exact opposite side of town."
"Yup."
They had a staring match but Kurt looked away first. "I guess a ride is something I need after... no Puck - you stay."
"But-."
"Don't you have things to discuss with Finn."
This time Finn watched Kurt and Puck have the staring match, and it was Puck who lost - nodding but smiling when Kurt gave him a kiss on the way out.
Finn knew Puck though, and he wouldn't want to talk straight away. "Xbox?"
"Read my mind dude."
Forty minutes later Puck threw the controller to the table and folded his arms in defeat. "Now I know you're single - too much time alone to practice."
"Well not as if I'm going to study." They both laughed at that. "So," said Finn, moving closer to Puck. "Spill." He knew Puck had a doctor's appointment earlier and figured it was connected - Puck didn't seem unduly unhappy so it had to be good news.
Licking his lips Puck gave a half smile. "The doc said it was looking good, that," he gulped and nodded. "It seems I'm in remission."
Finn's jaw dropped and he felt his eyes tear up - he knew what that meant since he'd read up on the stuff since Puck had been sick. "Dude, that's fantastic!" He hugged his best friend and did a little happy dance inside, then stood and dragged Puck up, doing a happy dance for real. "So that means you're all good... its over."
"Yeah," said Puck, still laughing from Finn's little dance. "I mean I'll need regular check ups and there's still some side-effects of the drugs but... yeah." He grinned, a real and Finn could tell, open grin that Puck was showing more often these days."
Finn hugged him again. "This is awesome, I bet Kurt is ecstatic."
Puck nodded. "I had him worried, I found out earlier then freaked about telling him."
"Why?"
Looking embarrassed Puck shrugged. "I was kind of worried that once I was all better Kurt might not want me anymore."
"Dude that's insane, he is so much in love with you it is nauseating," Finn winced at his words. "You know what I mean."
Puck laughed. "It was a little stupid and he told me so, speaking of which where is he?"
"Yeah," agreed Finn and looked at his watch. "Its not that far, his time's up."
Puck's face snapped towards him and his colour drained to a sickly white. "What did you say?"
Finn wondered what he'd done to make Puck react so badly. He looked at his watch again.
"I said time's up."
To be concluded...