Drabbles 2
Just Glee. Major Puck/Kurt, and one RPS Mark/Chris
Shame/ Pride - P/K
"Fuck you, Noah." Kurt fought back his tears and breathed shakily.
Raising his head, he tried to find some pride left inside him and made his way to the door.
"What are you doing?"
Kurt could hear the panic in Puck’s voice, but he didn’t turn around.
"I’m leaving." he said. His voice was cold, but his tears were falling now.
Suddenly, he could feel Puck’s warm behind him, and he shut his eyes painfully.
"Don’t" Puck whispered.
"I have to. I don’t want to be your dirty little secret anymore. I’m sorry."
Without looking back, he left the room.
Addiction - P/K
Puck knows Finn is addicted to sport. His best friend can practice for four hours without being tired. Quinn’s dependence is caffeine. Even if she knows it’s bad for the baby, she cannot start a day without a cup of coffee. Santana smokes pot every day before going to bed. Kurt can sell one of his kidney for the lastest Marc Jacob’s jacket, and cut his right arm for a pair of Gucci sunglasses.
Puck, on the other hand, is addicted to Kurt’s smell. Right here, the spot just behind his lover’s ear. He knows he cannot live without it.
Let's Dance - P/K
"There is no way I’m going to do it."
Kurt crossed his arms and raised his head.
"Come on, Hummel, it’s gonna be fun."
"It’s a no, Puckerman. Go find yourself another partner."
Without further word, Kurt grabbed his bag and left the room, rolling his hips in the process.
"Fuck. Kurt, wait!"
Puck grasped his arm. Kurt raised an eyebrow.
"‘M sorry, okay? We’ll do it your way."
"Fine."
He pressed play and Let’s Dance from David Bowie filled the auditorium. Kurt shook his ass on purpose, eyeing Puck.
"You’re such a cocktease."
Kurt laughed happily.
"You love it!"
Red - P/K
The more he looked at it in the mirror, the more he found it ugly.
Kurt sighed deeply. He tried to hide it with his new scarf, but it was useless. The mark was here, bright red, standing proudly between his jaw and his ear.
He felt the anger overwhelmed him, and he swallowed a curse.
He grabbed his Marc Jacob’s bag and climbed the stairs. He waved his father quickly and left the house.
"Hey!"
Kurt puckered his mouth.
"I’m not talking to you." he hissed.
"Why?"
"Because you disfigured me. I hate you."
"No you don’t."
"Yeah, whatever."
I Love You - P/K - RPS Mark/Chris
And then, Puck fell on his knees and buried his head in Kurt’s stomach.
"I love you baby" he said, whispering.
END
Chris chuckles.
"God, that’s so cheesy." he says to Mark, closing the computer. "I swear, if you do something like that in real life, I will dump you and say everywhere you’re a girl."
Mark frowns.
"But I already said that to you. And you said it back."
Chris laughs softly and crosses his arms behind his lover’s neck.
"Yes babe, but we were fucking. Your dick was in my ass. It wasn’t cheesy, it was hot."
"True"
Lust - P/K
Kurt was moaning, with this high-pitched, girly voice that turned him on so much. Kurt’s slender body was arching, trying to rub their crotches together, and it was so fucking hot that Puck thought he was going to come with his clothes on. He bit Kurt’s neck, making him growl, raised his head and looked deeply into Kurt’s wide eyes. His pupils were dilated, his iris were almost black. Puck could read lust, want, love. He felt his dick hardening, and flattened himself against Kurt’s body harder. He gripped the boy’s hips and caught Kurt’s lower lip between his teeth.
Shame/ Pride - P/K
"Fuck you, Noah." Kurt fought back his tears and breathed shakily.
Raising his head, he tried to find some pride left inside him and made his way to the door.
"What are you doing?"
Kurt could hear the panic in Puck’s voice, but he didn’t turn around.
"I’m leaving." he said. His voice was cold, but his tears were falling now.
Suddenly, he could feel Puck’s warm behind him, and he shut his eyes painfully.
"Don’t" Puck whispered.
"I have to. I don’t want to be your dirty little secret anymore. I’m sorry."
Without looking back, he left the room.
Addiction - P/K
Puck knows Finn is addicted to sport. His best friend can practice for four hours without being tired. Quinn’s dependence is caffeine. Even if she knows it’s bad for the baby, she cannot start a day without a cup of coffee. Santana smokes pot every day before going to bed. Kurt can sell one of his kidney for the lastest Marc Jacob’s jacket, and cut his right arm for a pair of Gucci sunglasses.
Puck, on the other hand, is addicted to Kurt’s smell. Right here, the spot just behind his lover’s ear. He knows he cannot live without it.
Let's Dance - P/K
"There is no way I’m going to do it."
Kurt crossed his arms and raised his head.
"Come on, Hummel, it’s gonna be fun."
"It’s a no, Puckerman. Go find yourself another partner."
Without further word, Kurt grabbed his bag and left the room, rolling his hips in the process.
"Fuck. Kurt, wait!"
Puck grasped his arm. Kurt raised an eyebrow.
"‘M sorry, okay? We’ll do it your way."
"Fine."
He pressed play and Let’s Dance from David Bowie filled the auditorium. Kurt shook his ass on purpose, eyeing Puck.
"You’re such a cocktease."
Kurt laughed happily.
"You love it!"
Red - P/K
The more he looked at it in the mirror, the more he found it ugly.
Kurt sighed deeply. He tried to hide it with his new scarf, but it was useless. The mark was here, bright red, standing proudly between his jaw and his ear.
He felt the anger overwhelmed him, and he swallowed a curse.
He grabbed his Marc Jacob’s bag and climbed the stairs. He waved his father quickly and left the house.
"Hey!"
Kurt puckered his mouth.
"I’m not talking to you." he hissed.
"Why?"
"Because you disfigured me. I hate you."
"No you don’t."
"Yeah, whatever."
I Love You - P/K - RPS Mark/Chris
And then, Puck fell on his knees and buried his head in Kurt’s stomach.
"I love you baby" he said, whispering.
END
Chris chuckles.
"God, that’s so cheesy." he says to Mark, closing the computer. "I swear, if you do something like that in real life, I will dump you and say everywhere you’re a girl."
Mark frowns.
"But I already said that to you. And you said it back."
Chris laughs softly and crosses his arms behind his lover’s neck.
"Yes babe, but we were fucking. Your dick was in my ass. It wasn’t cheesy, it was hot."
"True"
Lust - P/K
Kurt was moaning, with this high-pitched, girly voice that turned him on so much. Kurt’s slender body was arching, trying to rub their crotches together, and it was so fucking hot that Puck thought he was going to come with his clothes on. He bit Kurt’s neck, making him growl, raised his head and looked deeply into Kurt’s wide eyes. His pupils were dilated, his iris were almost black. Puck could read lust, want, love. He felt his dick hardening, and flattened himself against Kurt’s body harder. He gripped the boy’s hips and caught Kurt’s lower lip between his teeth.