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Title: Dangerous Habits
Author: Duo-chan Maxwell
Rating: now, R. Going all the way to NC-17 later
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Kurt, Finn, Puck. Brief mentions to Quinn, Mercedes and Tina. Puckurt.
Genre: Non!Established, Smut, Multipart WIP
Warning: Voyeurism, TWT?
Spoilers: Season 2, just to be safe
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, this is a fictional writing: any resemblances with real people or situations is purely coincidental, this is for entertainment purposes only. Me, the puckurt comm and the gleekinkmeme comm are not making any money out of this (sadly).
Author Notes: Written for this prompt in glee_kink_meme. Unbeta-ed, all errors are my fault.
Summary: Kurt has the habit of getting undressed with his door open. Puck goes over to play videogames with Finn and he notices.
Word Count: 836
X- posted to puckurt: Here
Kurt wasn't a person fond to taking risks. He truly wasn't. But he had the strange habit of changing clothes with his door open. It is something he doesn't have the faintest idea of why he does and it is something that got him into a little trouble when Carole and Finn moved in with them.
It took a while for them to get used, with lots of awkward moments and even more times when Finn ran into a wall because he covered his eyes.
They got used, though. The problem started when all my-best-friend-stabbed-me-in-the-back-and-knocked-up-my-girlfrend grudge was over and every now and then Puck showed up for video game night with Finn. Not that Puck and Kurt didn't get along, in fact, they did get along pretty well, thank you very much.
One day, more specifically, a Friday night, Kurt was supposed to be with Mercedes, Quinn and Tina for some "girls+Kurt night out", going to the mall and watching chick flicks. Everything went to bummer and Kurt just decided to stay home and goof around with the boys. Puck has just arrived in the Hudmel household, bearing his usual load of soda and chips, a little bit earlier than usual, as his Ma had a free day (one out of the truckload the hospital owed her) and she dismissed him until the next day. The moment he got up the stairs he was sure that he wasn't a little bit earlier, but FAR earlier than expected.
Oh. My. God. Kurt Hummel, prissy diva of New Directions was getting undressed. With the door open.
He knew he should head for Finn's room as quick as possible and just ignore the door. He knew he should close the door to protect Kurt's privacy. He knew that, if they were a little closer, he should taunt the smaller boy about it.
But he couldn't do none of the above because his brain froze. His thought stopped in its tracks when he saw a shirt being slowly opened, tantalizing milky skin being showed inch by inch.
Kurt took his time, rubbing a sore neck and letting out a relieved sigh. He gave the same treatment to his left shoulder, all the rubbing making the shirt slip down the shoulder and expose more skin.
Puck felt his mouth water and then go dry at the sight of all the perfect porcelain back exposed to him, preeminent shoulder blades rippling under skin that looked good enough to eat. It was oh-so-wrong to spy on his best friend's stepbrother, his teammate, his friend like that but he couldn't find the will to tear his eyes off, especially when ever-so-carefully Kurt opened his skintight jeans and bent over slightly.
The soprano didn't hurry, pulling his pants down almost painfully slowly. Well, it figures, because it was so tight that he must be peeling the jeans off his skin. Puck didn't mind, though. He enjoyed every minute, eyes taking in the sight of every inch of skin that was offered to him, all feelings of awkwardness thrown through the window when that pair of pants slid down enough to reveal a shocking truth (at least from Puck's point of view): Kurt Hummel was going commando. And probably went commando every single occasion when he used that kind of jeans. (Which meant almost every day) It was this or...
Puck shuddered slightly when he thought of the only type of underwear that would not leave traces in clothes so tight, how it might look against that flawless hips that were shameless shimmying out of the jeans. Speaking of tight, his baggy jeans were much tighter than when he arrived.
One of the endlessly long legs pulled up so their owner could free it of its denim prison, slowly and carefully, then stretching to full length before touching only the toes to the ground and rotating ankle and knee, maybe relieving some tension. To Puck, it made every muscle in the strong leg (he was THE WMHS Titans' kicker, after all) stand out and compliment the nice, very nice view of one ass cheek he had from where he was watching.
Other long and pale leg received the same careful treatment and that pert, tight, round ass was fully on display for his viewing delight. The running back couldn't help but wonder how many Cheerios would kill for ass and legs like that. Other thing he couldn't help but wonder was how well would that fit in his hands, how would it feel to squeeze that butt as he kissed Kurt in a way that was almost obscene.
After a few seconds contemplating the mental image, a pang of shock surged through his mind: he was straight and a stud, why the hell he was doing, ogling his best friend's not-that-very-male-but-definitely-a-boy stepbrother, and thinking about MAKING OUT with him?? WTF, Puck?
He scurried to Finn's room as fast as he could. Maybe some alien-shooting with lots of junk food shock therapy made him feel more normal.
Concrit is really appreciated!!
Author: Duo-chan Maxwell
Rating: now, R. Going all the way to NC-17 later
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Kurt, Finn, Puck. Brief mentions to Quinn, Mercedes and Tina. Puckurt.
Genre: Non!Established, Smut, Multipart WIP
Warning: Voyeurism, TWT?
Spoilers: Season 2, just to be safe
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, this is a fictional writing: any resemblances with real people or situations is purely coincidental, this is for entertainment purposes only. Me, the puckurt comm and the gleekinkmeme comm are not making any money out of this (sadly).
Author Notes: Written for this prompt in glee_kink_meme. Unbeta-ed, all errors are my fault.
Summary: Kurt has the habit of getting undressed with his door open. Puck goes over to play videogames with Finn and he notices.
Word Count: 836
X- posted to puckurt: Here
Kurt wasn't a person fond to taking risks. He truly wasn't. But he had the strange habit of changing clothes with his door open. It is something he doesn't have the faintest idea of why he does and it is something that got him into a little trouble when Carole and Finn moved in with them.
It took a while for them to get used, with lots of awkward moments and even more times when Finn ran into a wall because he covered his eyes.
They got used, though. The problem started when all my-best-friend-stabbed-me-in-the-back-and-knocked-up-my-girlfrend grudge was over and every now and then Puck showed up for video game night with Finn. Not that Puck and Kurt didn't get along, in fact, they did get along pretty well, thank you very much.
One day, more specifically, a Friday night, Kurt was supposed to be with Mercedes, Quinn and Tina for some "girls+Kurt night out", going to the mall and watching chick flicks. Everything went to bummer and Kurt just decided to stay home and goof around with the boys. Puck has just arrived in the Hudmel household, bearing his usual load of soda and chips, a little bit earlier than usual, as his Ma had a free day (one out of the truckload the hospital owed her) and she dismissed him until the next day. The moment he got up the stairs he was sure that he wasn't a little bit earlier, but FAR earlier than expected.
Oh. My. God. Kurt Hummel, prissy diva of New Directions was getting undressed. With the door open.
He knew he should head for Finn's room as quick as possible and just ignore the door. He knew he should close the door to protect Kurt's privacy. He knew that, if they were a little closer, he should taunt the smaller boy about it.
But he couldn't do none of the above because his brain froze. His thought stopped in its tracks when he saw a shirt being slowly opened, tantalizing milky skin being showed inch by inch.
Kurt took his time, rubbing a sore neck and letting out a relieved sigh. He gave the same treatment to his left shoulder, all the rubbing making the shirt slip down the shoulder and expose more skin.
Puck felt his mouth water and then go dry at the sight of all the perfect porcelain back exposed to him, preeminent shoulder blades rippling under skin that looked good enough to eat. It was oh-so-wrong to spy on his best friend's stepbrother, his teammate, his friend like that but he couldn't find the will to tear his eyes off, especially when ever-so-carefully Kurt opened his skintight jeans and bent over slightly.
The soprano didn't hurry, pulling his pants down almost painfully slowly. Well, it figures, because it was so tight that he must be peeling the jeans off his skin. Puck didn't mind, though. He enjoyed every minute, eyes taking in the sight of every inch of skin that was offered to him, all feelings of awkwardness thrown through the window when that pair of pants slid down enough to reveal a shocking truth (at least from Puck's point of view): Kurt Hummel was going commando. And probably went commando every single occasion when he used that kind of jeans. (Which meant almost every day) It was this or...
Puck shuddered slightly when he thought of the only type of underwear that would not leave traces in clothes so tight, how it might look against that flawless hips that were shameless shimmying out of the jeans. Speaking of tight, his baggy jeans were much tighter than when he arrived.
One of the endlessly long legs pulled up so their owner could free it of its denim prison, slowly and carefully, then stretching to full length before touching only the toes to the ground and rotating ankle and knee, maybe relieving some tension. To Puck, it made every muscle in the strong leg (he was THE WMHS Titans' kicker, after all) stand out and compliment the nice, very nice view of one ass cheek he had from where he was watching.
Other long and pale leg received the same careful treatment and that pert, tight, round ass was fully on display for his viewing delight. The running back couldn't help but wonder how many Cheerios would kill for ass and legs like that. Other thing he couldn't help but wonder was how well would that fit in his hands, how would it feel to squeeze that butt as he kissed Kurt in a way that was almost obscene.
After a few seconds contemplating the mental image, a pang of shock surged through his mind: he was straight and a stud, why the hell he was doing, ogling his best friend's not-that-very-male-but-definitely-a-boy stepbrother, and thinking about MAKING OUT with him?? WTF, Puck?
He scurried to Finn's room as fast as he could. Maybe some alien-shooting with lots of junk food shock therapy made him feel more normal.
Concrit is really appreciated!!