Love In Orange Dayglo (Part 3 of ?)
Title: Love In Orange Dayglo (Part 3 of ?)
Author: emo_chick_87
Pairing,Character(s): Puck/Kurt
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3154
Spoilers: Season 1
Genre: Angst/Fluff/Smut/AU
Warnings: dub-con and non-con are the major ones and I'll post more as I finish each chapter. Puck/Kurt sexytimes.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
Summary: Kurt Hummel gets six months in Lima Minimum Security Prison. Puck is his cellmate.
AN: This is a fill for the glee_kink_meme, here for one Miss twisted_ingenue Kink, like whoa. I do want to let people know that none of the non-con will happen between Puck and Kurt. Also Kurt will NEVER be anally raped. I just couldn't do it. Please let me know what you think because I left my comfort zone about eighty miles back.
The soft light made Kurt's pale skin glow. The quiet rush of his breath sparked something deep in Puck. He knew this feeling wasn't something you found every day. The deep scratches running along Kurt's cheeks and a slight bump on the back of his head was the only evidence of what had happened. He was shrouded in darkness, waiting to see if Kurt was worse off than he thought.
The guards had called lights out over a hour ago and Puck's stomach grumbled loudly in protest. Kurt's fingers locked around his hand made it impossible for him to go down for dinner and his stomach was making it well known how unhappy it was. The thought of leaving Kurt's side made something sharper than hunger stab at his side. He couldn't live with himself if Kurt woke up alone. The thin light made elegant shadows play across Kurt's face and Puck longed for a clean white page. His eyes cataloged all he could. Later he would try to draw the image from memory.
Kurt stirred slightly in his sleep and Puck felt nervous energy flow through his body. Kurt's eyelashes fluttered softly before a slow blink let Puck see those blue eyes for the first time in almost twenty-four hours. The sharp shock of want stole his breath as Kurt's face was overtaken by a soft smile. He took a deep breath before he could break the silence.
“How are you feeling?” Puck's voice cracked.
Kurt's brows pulled together slightly in confusion before his eyes widened as he remembered. The sleepy look was replaced with a thin-lipped smile. Kurt pulled his hand away and sat up against the wall. He pulled his knees close to his chest and pulled his shirt over them until the thin cotton brushed the top of his ankles. A soft shudder rocketed through him as he realized Puck had dressed him in his sweater. The soft smell from the morning calmed him enough to look Puck in the eye.
Kurt gave him a small nod before clearing his throat. “I'm okay.... Yeah... I'll be okay.” Puck stayed kneeling on the floor with elbows pressed firmly into the bed. He watched as the tentative smile gave way to a genuine look that made Puck's heart race. Puck pulled himself up to sit beside Kurt. His long legs hung over the edge and he shared the silence with Kurt for a moment.
“Thank you.... for saving me. For taking care of me. I know you didn't have to and I appreciate it.” Kurt's resigned tone cut the silence like a knife.
“Kurt, I'll always protect you.” Puck said, confused.
“I can't ask you to do that. Someone will claim me soon enough. Until then I'll just keep my head down.”
“No, Kurt. No one else is gonna claim you. I did that the moment I saw you sitting on my bunk. Most people would know better than to try to challenge my claim. I'm just sorry I let Jasper get to you. I fucked up.” The surety in Puck's voice made Kurt's heart race.
“You make it sound like you're vampire. Challenge your claim..” Kurt's soft chuckle make Puck grin behind his hand.
“That's just how it is in here. Wearing someone's mark, belonging to someone. That can save your life. Kurt, as long as you're mine I won't let anything like that happen to you again.” Puck promised fiercely.
“But your protection.... it's not for free, right?”
“Listen, I'm not gonna force myself on you. I'm not that kinda dude. If you want me, you can have me. That being said, I have made certain arrangements so this kind of thing won't happen again when I'm not around. But you're right, that isn't free. Finn and a couple of the other guys have agreed to keep an eye out for you when I can't.” Puck gave Kurt a sideways glance before he continued.
“You're a virgin. All of us can tell. The guys have agreed that I'm the only one that can fuck you in the ass.” Puck stopped speaking as he say Kurt flinch at his blunt language. “But they want your mouth, your hands. When it happens, I always have to be there. You'll never be alone with them. Can you live with that?” Puck held his breath as he waited for Kurt to answer.
Kurt looked at him intently for a few minutes before giving him a determined nod. They shared a smile before Kurt pulled himself off the bed. Puck pulled out his sketchbook as Kurt did his best to cover the marks on his face.
**
When Puck wakes up the next morning, he hears the light lilting of Kurt humming to himself. The thin sheets feel like heaven against his skin for the first time since he got there. Puck rolls over on his stomach, watching Kurt as he stands over the sink. Each move of his hand is more sure. More natural. Puck isn't stupid. In the mirror's reflection, he can see the dark circles of no sleep under Kurt's eyes. He can see the nail marks on Kurt's face stand even darker in the bright florescent of morning. Slight bluing bruises are already starting to form around the red crescent marks.
Kurt seems to know the minute Puck's eyes find him. His humming stops suddenly. A bright blush colors the back of his neck. He turns his head to look at Puck over his shoulder. His shy smile is genuine and makes Puck bury his face into his pillow. He rests his chin on his hands as he tries to catch his breath. He revels in the way Kurt's shoulders rise, the way his hips tilt with every shift from foot to foot.
“I like your humming.” Puck whispered before he rolled over on his back. Puck stares at the thin metal bars of the top bunk. When soft humming breaks the silence, he lets himself doze in the warmth for a few more minutes.
**
Kurt squares his shoulders as he walks proudly behind Puck. His hair is pulled in the perfect coif he was so used to having it in at home. For the first time since he got to LMSP, he feels almost right in his skin. The thick tension that hung in the air for his first two breakfasts is gone. A quick look around shows him that Jasper is nowhere to be seen. The group he was always worth seems lost without their leader.
Tyler catches his eye as he heads to the punk line. The soft southern drawl fills Kurt's mind with rose colored thought of home. Tyler mumbles about how lovely Finn is with him. His starry-eyed look makes Kurt almost jealous. The thickness that invades Tyler's voice as he describes just how perfect Finn is make Kurt's cheeks flush and send a quick look at Puck. He watches as Puck takes three quick swallows of cold milk. His Adam's apple bounces and Kurt is suddenly completely taken with the idea of tasting that skin. He presses his chin into his chest as he sits down at the table.
The shock of pain that shoots through his jaw brings him back to reality. Tyler fixes him with a concerned glance. He's looking at Kurt like he knows and it's unnerving. Tyler's eyes widen for a brief second before his gaze turns sad. He quirks his mouth before grabbing a grape from his tray. He rolls the grape between his slender fingers.
“That's his favorite thing. I don't think yours will scar.” Tyler whispers. Kurt has to stain to hear his voice.
He throws the grape up in the air and tilts his head back to catch it. That's when Kurt sees them for the first time. Tyler's jaw is littered with crescent-shaped marks. Some are thin white scars. Some are half-healed and yellowing. A few are so fresh that they almost look exactly like Kurt's. Tyler's hand descends to grab another grape but Kurt grabs his wrist before he can. Kurt forces Tyler to met his eyes. Kurt is half-blinded by the tears welling in his eyes. Tyler smiled as he wrapped his thin fingers through Kurt's.
“See why I said you were my good luck charm. You saved me from him, bub.” Tyler brushes a light kiss across Kurt's knuckles before grabbing another grape.
Kurt eats a proper meal for the first time in three days and Tyler smiles at him like he's the best thing since sliced bread.
**
The cell is empty when Kurt gets back from breakfast. A messily scrawled note is on the mirror in soap. From what Kurt can make out, Puck is playing basketball with some of the others guys in the yard. He notices a book is tucked under his pillow. Kurt tucks under the blanket and loses himself in the pulpy world of Stephen King.
Kurt was lounging against a few pillows when he felt the strong hand come down on his shoulder. He screeched loudly and the thick book went crashing to the ground. He backs himself against the wall and flattens his body tight to the concrete.
“Whoa there. Sorry, buddy. Didn't mean to scare ya. Name's Finn. Just came to say hi, officially.” said a flustered Finn.
They stayed locked in a stare until Finn gave an awkward shrug.
“So...hi.” Finn's voice softened when he realized how scared Kurt still was.
Kurt unfurled himself and raises his hand in a small wave. “Hi.”
“So, look. I know that Puck told you about the deal. I just wanted to let you know that we don't expect it right away. We'll keep an eye out for you and when you're ready you can pay it forward. Deal?” Finn said, extending his hand.
Kurt extended his hand to meet Finn's. “Deal.”
Finn was about to turn away but Kurt still held firmly to his hand.
“Finn, it isn't always like this, is it?”
“No, buddy. It's not.” Finn said, sadly.
“Why then?”
“This is the only way Puck is letting it happen.”
“Is it like this with all his boys?”
Finn cocked his head to one side and shook his head slightly. “Puck's never had any other boys.”
As Finn's soft chuckle follows him out into the hallway, Kurt's eyes fill with grateful tears.
**
By the time Puck makes it back to the cell, he is covered in a thin sheen of sweat. His masculine smell fills the room. Kurt hides his flushed face behind the book and takes a few calming breaths before he flips over to lay on his stomach. From the top bunk he is eye level with Puck and he can see each twitch that dances under his skin. He stalks the small space as he cleans the perspiration off his skin. The throbbing muscle in his neck pulls Kurt forward to lean on his elbows. The loud sound of water makes pulls Kurt out of his trance.
“Lunch is in ten. You better get ready.” Puck's gruff voice sent a shiver down Kurt's spine and the mention of food had his stomach growling.
Kurt jumped down and headed for the cell door. As he passed Puck by the sink, he felt his hard chest against his back. Puck breath was warm on Kurt's skin as he drank in the clean smell of his neck. Puck put a guiding hand on the small of Kurt's back and pressed a small kiss under his ear.
They spent all of lunch sneaking covert looks and trying to hide blushes. Kurt could hardly remember what the meat surprise tasted like.
Tyler's excited voice broke their latest staring contest. Apparently this place labored under the myth of rehabilitation. Kurt's afternoon was lost in art therapy. He let himself get lost in watercolors and the light scratching of charcoal on thick paper. It reminded him of what it felt like to be wanted. It reminded him of Puck.
Through group therapy and art therapy, Kurt felt eyes on him. He felt the comforting press of someone looking out for him everywhere he went.
Dinner was a repeat of lunch. Puck's gaze sparked off of his skin and the taste of cheap apple pie on his tongue was the only thing that kept him sane.
**
Kurt dozed lightly on the top bunk. Meatloaf and apple pie sat warm and heavy in his stomach. Puck's hands rustling paper and their breaths that came in unison were the only noises that broke the silence. The faint sound of the activity room down the hall lulled Kurt into a deeper sleep. He hung on the edge of complete surrender until Puck's voice made his eyes shoot open. A deep sigh sounded from the bottom bunk.
“I guess we better do this, huh?”
“Wha?”
“The questions. The get-to-know-you bullshit.”
“Oh, okay.”
Kurt said silent, staring at the ceiling until Puck spoke again.
“Parents?”
“My mom died when I was eight. Dad died last year.” Kurt's sad voice made himself cringe.
“Hmm... dad split. Mom might as well have. You got anyone back home? A boy that misses you?”
“No. No one is waiting. You?” Kurt held his breath.
“Nah. Never stayed with anyone long enough for them to miss me. Did you really not know what that guy was doing?”
“I trusted him. Thought he was the kind of guy that had my back. I learned the hard way, I guess. He was the first straight guy I ever told I was gay that didn't run screaming.” Bitterness creeps into Kurt's voice before he can stop it.
“Yeah. I know what you mean. The first guy I told beat the fuck outta me. Dumb bastard actually thought I wanted a piece of his ass.” Puck's laugh seemed to crinkle near the end.
“Puck, why are you here?”
Puck was quiet for along time. “Someone hurt my baby sister, so I hurt him.”
Puck's silence seemed so final. Kurt clamped his lip shut and listened as the sounds of charcoal on paper grew more frantic. Kurt wanted to peek but he went back to the thick book under his pillow. As he read, Puck's hands slowed until all that filled the little room was Puck's soft breath and Kurt's own heartbeat in his ears.
Kurt had fallen into a light sleep, his book resting against his cheek. The pained gasp that sounded from underneath him made his blood run cold. The floor was cold under his bare feet. Puck's forehead was damp and his chest rose in frantic exhalations. Kurt didn't want to wake him so he did the only thing he could think of. He lifted the thin blanket and laid down beside Puck's shaking body. Puck's thick arm shot out to catch him around the waist. The angle made Kurt's face press tightly against Puck's chest. Kurt fell asleep with Puck's breath on his neck and the firm press of Puck's hip against his own.
**
Puck woke to the light flutterings of eyelashes on his collarbone. A body was curved perfectly against and the heady smell that filled his nose made his blood race. His shifting seemed to make Kurt stir. Kurt opened his eyes in slow blink. A soft smile teased the corner of his lips.
His sleep-roughened voice played over Puck's skin. “Hi.”
Puck leaned forward and pressed his lip against Kurt's. He gave Kurt's bottom lip a gentle nip before Kurt's gasp let him taste him for the first time. The tentative touch of tongues made something inside of Puck snap. He took Kurt's mouth in deep kisses and pressed Kurt into the mattress. He pulled away to rest his forehead against Kurt's.
“Hi.” Puck smirked.
They held each others gaze. Puck's eyes were asking all kinds of questions and Kurt couldn't help but nod. This time Kurt didn't even wait until Puck leaned in. The arch of his neck shone in the delicate light. His lips were soft under Puck's and Puck felt himself shudder when the shock of teeth came down on his bottom lip. His hips thrust against the inside of Kurt's thigh and a deep groan was ripped from Kurt's throat. Puck's thick fingers toyed with the edge of Kurt's t-shirt and inched it farther up his quivering stomach with every frantic kiss. Soon the fabric was bunched over Kurt's wrists above his head. Puck's hand wrapped around fabric and twisted. Kurt canted his hips wildly and Puck swallowed his groans.
Puck kept a steady pressure on Kurt's bound wrists as he pulled back to look. Kurt was spread out underneath him like he was meant to be there. Dusty nipples stood out in stark contrast against the pale canvas of Kurt's chest. Puck pulled one of Kurt's nipples into his mouth as him free hand skimmed across Kurt' trembling stomach. An impressive tent of sleep pants brushed a flat of his hand. Kurt's hips thrust in a futile attempt to gain more friction. Puck took advantage of one of these thrusts to pull Kurt's pants down to the middle of his thigh. Kurt's thick erection stood straight up and dripped obscenely onto his own belly.
Kurt whimpered as Puck's calloused hand wrapped around him. Light, almost teasing strokes made tremors quake through Kurt's tight thighs. Puck's fingers danced through every drop of precum that gathered at Kurt's tip. Puck thrust against Kurt's shaking thighs. His thick cloth-covered cock hitting Kurt on the underside of his balls with every push. Puck's pace became erratic and it wasn't long until he knew he couldn't last much longer.
He pressed hard against Kurt's wrists again. A silent order to keep them raised. Kurt nodded frantically as Puck pulled his cock out. One hand worked Kurt and the other hand fisted himself wildly. Kurt arched and writhed with each tandem tug. His eyes locked with Puck's and Puck lost it. Shooting thick ropes of come across Kurt's chest and belly. A thin line clung to Kurt's chin and Puck felt a second orgasm race through him when Kurt's tongue shot out to try an catch it.
The warmth of Puck on his skin and the salt of Puck on his tongue pushed Kurt over the edge. His teeth bit into his bottom lip as his entire body lifted from the bed. His seed mixed with Puck's on his chest. Puck collapsed on top of him, not caring about the sticky mess they had made.
They fell asleep with each other on their skin. They fell asleep with smiles on their faces.
Author: emo_chick_87
Pairing,Character(s): Puck/Kurt
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3154
Spoilers: Season 1
Genre: Angst/Fluff/Smut/AU
Warnings: dub-con and non-con are the major ones and I'll post more as I finish each chapter. Puck/Kurt sexytimes.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
Summary: Kurt Hummel gets six months in Lima Minimum Security Prison. Puck is his cellmate.
AN: This is a fill for the glee_kink_meme, here for one Miss twisted_ingenue Kink, like whoa. I do want to let people know that none of the non-con will happen between Puck and Kurt. Also Kurt will NEVER be anally raped. I just couldn't do it. Please let me know what you think because I left my comfort zone about eighty miles back.
The soft light made Kurt's pale skin glow. The quiet rush of his breath sparked something deep in Puck. He knew this feeling wasn't something you found every day. The deep scratches running along Kurt's cheeks and a slight bump on the back of his head was the only evidence of what had happened. He was shrouded in darkness, waiting to see if Kurt was worse off than he thought.
The guards had called lights out over a hour ago and Puck's stomach grumbled loudly in protest. Kurt's fingers locked around his hand made it impossible for him to go down for dinner and his stomach was making it well known how unhappy it was. The thought of leaving Kurt's side made something sharper than hunger stab at his side. He couldn't live with himself if Kurt woke up alone. The thin light made elegant shadows play across Kurt's face and Puck longed for a clean white page. His eyes cataloged all he could. Later he would try to draw the image from memory.
Kurt stirred slightly in his sleep and Puck felt nervous energy flow through his body. Kurt's eyelashes fluttered softly before a slow blink let Puck see those blue eyes for the first time in almost twenty-four hours. The sharp shock of want stole his breath as Kurt's face was overtaken by a soft smile. He took a deep breath before he could break the silence.
“How are you feeling?” Puck's voice cracked.
Kurt's brows pulled together slightly in confusion before his eyes widened as he remembered. The sleepy look was replaced with a thin-lipped smile. Kurt pulled his hand away and sat up against the wall. He pulled his knees close to his chest and pulled his shirt over them until the thin cotton brushed the top of his ankles. A soft shudder rocketed through him as he realized Puck had dressed him in his sweater. The soft smell from the morning calmed him enough to look Puck in the eye.
Kurt gave him a small nod before clearing his throat. “I'm okay.... Yeah... I'll be okay.” Puck stayed kneeling on the floor with elbows pressed firmly into the bed. He watched as the tentative smile gave way to a genuine look that made Puck's heart race. Puck pulled himself up to sit beside Kurt. His long legs hung over the edge and he shared the silence with Kurt for a moment.
“Thank you.... for saving me. For taking care of me. I know you didn't have to and I appreciate it.” Kurt's resigned tone cut the silence like a knife.
“Kurt, I'll always protect you.” Puck said, confused.
“I can't ask you to do that. Someone will claim me soon enough. Until then I'll just keep my head down.”
“No, Kurt. No one else is gonna claim you. I did that the moment I saw you sitting on my bunk. Most people would know better than to try to challenge my claim. I'm just sorry I let Jasper get to you. I fucked up.” The surety in Puck's voice made Kurt's heart race.
“You make it sound like you're vampire. Challenge your claim..” Kurt's soft chuckle make Puck grin behind his hand.
“That's just how it is in here. Wearing someone's mark, belonging to someone. That can save your life. Kurt, as long as you're mine I won't let anything like that happen to you again.” Puck promised fiercely.
“But your protection.... it's not for free, right?”
“Listen, I'm not gonna force myself on you. I'm not that kinda dude. If you want me, you can have me. That being said, I have made certain arrangements so this kind of thing won't happen again when I'm not around. But you're right, that isn't free. Finn and a couple of the other guys have agreed to keep an eye out for you when I can't.” Puck gave Kurt a sideways glance before he continued.
“You're a virgin. All of us can tell. The guys have agreed that I'm the only one that can fuck you in the ass.” Puck stopped speaking as he say Kurt flinch at his blunt language. “But they want your mouth, your hands. When it happens, I always have to be there. You'll never be alone with them. Can you live with that?” Puck held his breath as he waited for Kurt to answer.
Kurt looked at him intently for a few minutes before giving him a determined nod. They shared a smile before Kurt pulled himself off the bed. Puck pulled out his sketchbook as Kurt did his best to cover the marks on his face.
**
When Puck wakes up the next morning, he hears the light lilting of Kurt humming to himself. The thin sheets feel like heaven against his skin for the first time since he got there. Puck rolls over on his stomach, watching Kurt as he stands over the sink. Each move of his hand is more sure. More natural. Puck isn't stupid. In the mirror's reflection, he can see the dark circles of no sleep under Kurt's eyes. He can see the nail marks on Kurt's face stand even darker in the bright florescent of morning. Slight bluing bruises are already starting to form around the red crescent marks.
Kurt seems to know the minute Puck's eyes find him. His humming stops suddenly. A bright blush colors the back of his neck. He turns his head to look at Puck over his shoulder. His shy smile is genuine and makes Puck bury his face into his pillow. He rests his chin on his hands as he tries to catch his breath. He revels in the way Kurt's shoulders rise, the way his hips tilt with every shift from foot to foot.
“I like your humming.” Puck whispered before he rolled over on his back. Puck stares at the thin metal bars of the top bunk. When soft humming breaks the silence, he lets himself doze in the warmth for a few more minutes.
**
Kurt squares his shoulders as he walks proudly behind Puck. His hair is pulled in the perfect coif he was so used to having it in at home. For the first time since he got to LMSP, he feels almost right in his skin. The thick tension that hung in the air for his first two breakfasts is gone. A quick look around shows him that Jasper is nowhere to be seen. The group he was always worth seems lost without their leader.
Tyler catches his eye as he heads to the punk line. The soft southern drawl fills Kurt's mind with rose colored thought of home. Tyler mumbles about how lovely Finn is with him. His starry-eyed look makes Kurt almost jealous. The thickness that invades Tyler's voice as he describes just how perfect Finn is make Kurt's cheeks flush and send a quick look at Puck. He watches as Puck takes three quick swallows of cold milk. His Adam's apple bounces and Kurt is suddenly completely taken with the idea of tasting that skin. He presses his chin into his chest as he sits down at the table.
The shock of pain that shoots through his jaw brings him back to reality. Tyler fixes him with a concerned glance. He's looking at Kurt like he knows and it's unnerving. Tyler's eyes widen for a brief second before his gaze turns sad. He quirks his mouth before grabbing a grape from his tray. He rolls the grape between his slender fingers.
“That's his favorite thing. I don't think yours will scar.” Tyler whispers. Kurt has to stain to hear his voice.
He throws the grape up in the air and tilts his head back to catch it. That's when Kurt sees them for the first time. Tyler's jaw is littered with crescent-shaped marks. Some are thin white scars. Some are half-healed and yellowing. A few are so fresh that they almost look exactly like Kurt's. Tyler's hand descends to grab another grape but Kurt grabs his wrist before he can. Kurt forces Tyler to met his eyes. Kurt is half-blinded by the tears welling in his eyes. Tyler smiled as he wrapped his thin fingers through Kurt's.
“See why I said you were my good luck charm. You saved me from him, bub.” Tyler brushes a light kiss across Kurt's knuckles before grabbing another grape.
Kurt eats a proper meal for the first time in three days and Tyler smiles at him like he's the best thing since sliced bread.
**
The cell is empty when Kurt gets back from breakfast. A messily scrawled note is on the mirror in soap. From what Kurt can make out, Puck is playing basketball with some of the others guys in the yard. He notices a book is tucked under his pillow. Kurt tucks under the blanket and loses himself in the pulpy world of Stephen King.
Kurt was lounging against a few pillows when he felt the strong hand come down on his shoulder. He screeched loudly and the thick book went crashing to the ground. He backs himself against the wall and flattens his body tight to the concrete.
“Whoa there. Sorry, buddy. Didn't mean to scare ya. Name's Finn. Just came to say hi, officially.” said a flustered Finn.
They stayed locked in a stare until Finn gave an awkward shrug.
“So...hi.” Finn's voice softened when he realized how scared Kurt still was.
Kurt unfurled himself and raises his hand in a small wave. “Hi.”
“So, look. I know that Puck told you about the deal. I just wanted to let you know that we don't expect it right away. We'll keep an eye out for you and when you're ready you can pay it forward. Deal?” Finn said, extending his hand.
Kurt extended his hand to meet Finn's. “Deal.”
Finn was about to turn away but Kurt still held firmly to his hand.
“Finn, it isn't always like this, is it?”
“No, buddy. It's not.” Finn said, sadly.
“Why then?”
“This is the only way Puck is letting it happen.”
“Is it like this with all his boys?”
Finn cocked his head to one side and shook his head slightly. “Puck's never had any other boys.”
As Finn's soft chuckle follows him out into the hallway, Kurt's eyes fill with grateful tears.
**
By the time Puck makes it back to the cell, he is covered in a thin sheen of sweat. His masculine smell fills the room. Kurt hides his flushed face behind the book and takes a few calming breaths before he flips over to lay on his stomach. From the top bunk he is eye level with Puck and he can see each twitch that dances under his skin. He stalks the small space as he cleans the perspiration off his skin. The throbbing muscle in his neck pulls Kurt forward to lean on his elbows. The loud sound of water makes pulls Kurt out of his trance.
“Lunch is in ten. You better get ready.” Puck's gruff voice sent a shiver down Kurt's spine and the mention of food had his stomach growling.
Kurt jumped down and headed for the cell door. As he passed Puck by the sink, he felt his hard chest against his back. Puck breath was warm on Kurt's skin as he drank in the clean smell of his neck. Puck put a guiding hand on the small of Kurt's back and pressed a small kiss under his ear.
They spent all of lunch sneaking covert looks and trying to hide blushes. Kurt could hardly remember what the meat surprise tasted like.
Tyler's excited voice broke their latest staring contest. Apparently this place labored under the myth of rehabilitation. Kurt's afternoon was lost in art therapy. He let himself get lost in watercolors and the light scratching of charcoal on thick paper. It reminded him of what it felt like to be wanted. It reminded him of Puck.
Through group therapy and art therapy, Kurt felt eyes on him. He felt the comforting press of someone looking out for him everywhere he went.
Dinner was a repeat of lunch. Puck's gaze sparked off of his skin and the taste of cheap apple pie on his tongue was the only thing that kept him sane.
**
Kurt dozed lightly on the top bunk. Meatloaf and apple pie sat warm and heavy in his stomach. Puck's hands rustling paper and their breaths that came in unison were the only noises that broke the silence. The faint sound of the activity room down the hall lulled Kurt into a deeper sleep. He hung on the edge of complete surrender until Puck's voice made his eyes shoot open. A deep sigh sounded from the bottom bunk.
“I guess we better do this, huh?”
“Wha?”
“The questions. The get-to-know-you bullshit.”
“Oh, okay.”
Kurt said silent, staring at the ceiling until Puck spoke again.
“Parents?”
“My mom died when I was eight. Dad died last year.” Kurt's sad voice made himself cringe.
“Hmm... dad split. Mom might as well have. You got anyone back home? A boy that misses you?”
“No. No one is waiting. You?” Kurt held his breath.
“Nah. Never stayed with anyone long enough for them to miss me. Did you really not know what that guy was doing?”
“I trusted him. Thought he was the kind of guy that had my back. I learned the hard way, I guess. He was the first straight guy I ever told I was gay that didn't run screaming.” Bitterness creeps into Kurt's voice before he can stop it.
“Yeah. I know what you mean. The first guy I told beat the fuck outta me. Dumb bastard actually thought I wanted a piece of his ass.” Puck's laugh seemed to crinkle near the end.
“Puck, why are you here?”
Puck was quiet for along time. “Someone hurt my baby sister, so I hurt him.”
Puck's silence seemed so final. Kurt clamped his lip shut and listened as the sounds of charcoal on paper grew more frantic. Kurt wanted to peek but he went back to the thick book under his pillow. As he read, Puck's hands slowed until all that filled the little room was Puck's soft breath and Kurt's own heartbeat in his ears.
Kurt had fallen into a light sleep, his book resting against his cheek. The pained gasp that sounded from underneath him made his blood run cold. The floor was cold under his bare feet. Puck's forehead was damp and his chest rose in frantic exhalations. Kurt didn't want to wake him so he did the only thing he could think of. He lifted the thin blanket and laid down beside Puck's shaking body. Puck's thick arm shot out to catch him around the waist. The angle made Kurt's face press tightly against Puck's chest. Kurt fell asleep with Puck's breath on his neck and the firm press of Puck's hip against his own.
**
Puck woke to the light flutterings of eyelashes on his collarbone. A body was curved perfectly against and the heady smell that filled his nose made his blood race. His shifting seemed to make Kurt stir. Kurt opened his eyes in slow blink. A soft smile teased the corner of his lips.
His sleep-roughened voice played over Puck's skin. “Hi.”
Puck leaned forward and pressed his lip against Kurt's. He gave Kurt's bottom lip a gentle nip before Kurt's gasp let him taste him for the first time. The tentative touch of tongues made something inside of Puck snap. He took Kurt's mouth in deep kisses and pressed Kurt into the mattress. He pulled away to rest his forehead against Kurt's.
“Hi.” Puck smirked.
They held each others gaze. Puck's eyes were asking all kinds of questions and Kurt couldn't help but nod. This time Kurt didn't even wait until Puck leaned in. The arch of his neck shone in the delicate light. His lips were soft under Puck's and Puck felt himself shudder when the shock of teeth came down on his bottom lip. His hips thrust against the inside of Kurt's thigh and a deep groan was ripped from Kurt's throat. Puck's thick fingers toyed with the edge of Kurt's t-shirt and inched it farther up his quivering stomach with every frantic kiss. Soon the fabric was bunched over Kurt's wrists above his head. Puck's hand wrapped around fabric and twisted. Kurt canted his hips wildly and Puck swallowed his groans.
Puck kept a steady pressure on Kurt's bound wrists as he pulled back to look. Kurt was spread out underneath him like he was meant to be there. Dusty nipples stood out in stark contrast against the pale canvas of Kurt's chest. Puck pulled one of Kurt's nipples into his mouth as him free hand skimmed across Kurt' trembling stomach. An impressive tent of sleep pants brushed a flat of his hand. Kurt's hips thrust in a futile attempt to gain more friction. Puck took advantage of one of these thrusts to pull Kurt's pants down to the middle of his thigh. Kurt's thick erection stood straight up and dripped obscenely onto his own belly.
Kurt whimpered as Puck's calloused hand wrapped around him. Light, almost teasing strokes made tremors quake through Kurt's tight thighs. Puck's fingers danced through every drop of precum that gathered at Kurt's tip. Puck thrust against Kurt's shaking thighs. His thick cloth-covered cock hitting Kurt on the underside of his balls with every push. Puck's pace became erratic and it wasn't long until he knew he couldn't last much longer.
He pressed hard against Kurt's wrists again. A silent order to keep them raised. Kurt nodded frantically as Puck pulled his cock out. One hand worked Kurt and the other hand fisted himself wildly. Kurt arched and writhed with each tandem tug. His eyes locked with Puck's and Puck lost it. Shooting thick ropes of come across Kurt's chest and belly. A thin line clung to Kurt's chin and Puck felt a second orgasm race through him when Kurt's tongue shot out to try an catch it.
The warmth of Puck on his skin and the salt of Puck on his tongue pushed Kurt over the edge. His teeth bit into his bottom lip as his entire body lifted from the bed. His seed mixed with Puck's on his chest. Puck collapsed on top of him, not caring about the sticky mess they had made.
They fell asleep with each other on their skin. They fell asleep with smiles on their faces.