(oneshot) "That Feeling." - NC-17
Title: That Feeling
Author: digitalchoco
Rating: NC-17
Charater(s)/Pairing(s):
Genre: romance, kinda fluffy
Word Count: 871
Warning: fluffy!puck, omg!
Spoilers: just 2x15, really.
Disclaimer: I do not own these hot tamales, I just like playing with other peoples toys.
Summary: Puck totally gets it now.
You know that feeling when you, like, just know? You know that this is it, this is the one, and this is where you want to be for the rest of your whole damn life. He totally got it now, what people meant when they said they had that feeling. Like when Santana had tried to describe what Brittany meant for her, that she couldn’t even imagine a life without her. Puck understood now.
He had used to dread waking up to ‘the next morning’, ‘the morning after’. Sneaking home, trying not to wake up whoever he had been with the night before. This morning… yeah, it was pretty cool. There was this warm, lean body next to his and he had his arms around that body. He let his fingers play with the soft hair (that kinda smelled liked mango and strawberries at the same time), looking down at this pretty face that hadn’t even gone through its moisturizing routine the night before. Not that Kurt had been forced to refrain from it; they hadn’t even done anything.
Puck watched as the lithe teen lying half on top of him slowly woke up, his eyes blinking and lips parting in a small yawn he didn’t quite manage to stifle. “Mornin’, babe.” Kurt groaned sleepily at the nickname, only making Puck grin widely. They had been together for almost two months, and he still couldn’t accept the cognomen.
“Tol’ you not to call me that, Noah.” The hoarse voice sent shivers down his spine, but he skillfully hid it as he reversed their roles, pressing soft kisses to Kurt’s lips with a smile.
“Whatever, you know I won’t stop anyway,” he chuckled, kisses continuing to the pale teen’s neck. That earned him some soft sighs, Kurt’s hands caressing his naked back. The touch made him close his eyes and shiver once more in delight.
Puck kissed his way down over Kurt’s chest, his hands stroking the boy’s thighs. He could feel him tremble, breath hitching at the touch.
“Noah…” He glanced up at Kurt, the flushed cheeks and the half lidded eyes almost made him growl. After two months he knew what that look needed. Seriously, Puck had never taken Kurt for the needy type (like, hellooo, the guy was always uptight and in control and god knows what), but the discovery had been more than welcome.
As his tongue drew not-so-complicated patterns on Kurt’s stomach, small, breathy moans was heard from the boy. One hand was pulled through Puck’s mohawk, almost yanking a little at the hair to keep him going. “Patience, babe,” he smirked, but obliged soon enough.
When his kisses reached the hem of Kurt’s underwear (which seemed much too tight), he hooked his fingers in them, slowly pulled them off. Getting the flamboyant little bastard to sleep without his silky blue jammies had taken three weeks of nagging, but it seemed Kurt had finally gotten why it was better this way. He consciously avoided kissing closer to his dick, jumping to nibble at the insides of his thighs instead. He knew the progress was painfully slow for Kurt, but hey, who didn’t like a bit of teasing?
After giving his thighs some tender attention he decided not to keep him waiting much longer. Puck knew from experience that it would get back to him in doubled amounts, and he preferred avoiding that as much as possible.
So he left his thighs and continued kissing his way closer to Kurt’s groin, then finally planting light, feathery kisses all the way up his shaft. Tiny whimpers told him the action was appreciated, but too small. When his lips finally wrapped around the head of Kurt’s cock, there were no sounds any longer, just the one of his sharp inhalation. He could visualize the expression on his face as he took him in, sucking gently. His hands held the boy’s hips down (also something he had learned from experience) before he pulled up again, letting go of Kurt’s cock with a lewd pop. He was beautiful like this, thighs shivering, face flushed brightly and his fingers digging into the sheets.
Puck didn’t waste time now, he quickly formed his lips around Kurt again and started bobbing his head. The teen’s sharp moans and attempts to thrust up into his mouth made him groan, and that only added to Kurt’s pleasure.
As Puck’s tongue swirled over the head of his lover’s cock, the boy made that characteristic sound he always made when he was close, voice taking on a higher note as he moaned. It was sexy as hell, making Puck suck a bit harder, speeding up. It didn’t take much more than that.
Kurt came with a soft mewl on his tongue, and Puck released his grip on the boy’s hips as he swallowed, allowing him to make these tiny little thrusts. When Kurt collapsed on the sheets, he pulled up again, grinning widely as he planted light kisses on his jaw. “Mornin’ babe,” he said again, pulling back to look at him. Kurt just rolled his eyes sleepily, reached up to kiss him.
“Good morning, Noah.”
Yeah, he totally understood what that feeling was all about now.