Fic: All He's Good For
Title: All He's Good For
Author: FearfulLT
Rating: Pg-13 to R, depending on your sensibilities.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Kurt/Puck... sorta
Genre: Drama/Angst
Warning: Set in the same world as I Barter My Body, so angsty and implied dubcon.
Spoilers: Canon compliant, set in S2
Disclaimer: I don't own it and I'm not making any money from it, this is pure entertainment.
Author Notes: Written for this prompt at the puckurt meme. I should apologise to the prompter, because this is not quite what she wanted.
Summary: Puck knows full well it's only ever about his body.
Word Count: 1082
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They were never actually together. Puck is well aware of that fact, just like he's aware of how he's supposed to act in public - like nothing ever changed and he'd never 'misinterpreted' things and made a move. When there's someone else around he's supposed to be able to ignore whatever it was between them. He's supposed to flirt with everyone like he normally does, supposed to keep hinting that he's available and ifthey want them then all they have to do is ask.
His life is good right now. At least on the outside. His grades are up to a steady B-, his caseworker absolutely adores him, his teachers treat him like something other than an unpleasant stain on the wall... Even his ma has started warming up to him again now that he's been remembering to flirt at home too.
And then there's Kurt. The spanner in the works.
It was an accident the first time, he knows that now. It happened in an empty locker room, Puck towelling off after a post-Lyons showerwhen Kurt just strolled right in out of the blue. He'd stopped just out of reach and given some see-through excuse about looking for Finn and could Puck please give him a message if he saw him, but Puck had seen the way Kurt's eyes dropped to his hips. Unlike when everyone elsedid it Puck found it didn't actually hurt when Kurt looked only at his body. It actually felt kind of good. Because Kurt wasn't on the same level as most people around Lima... and if he thought there was something to him, something worth checking out...
Well, Puck wasn't the kind of boy who said no.
So he'd stepped forward and grabbed Kurt before the other boy could change his mind, pulled him close and pressed a kiss to his mouth. He could still remember the way Kurt had trembled, the slightly shocked puff of air against his mouth and how it had taken a few seconds beforehe'd even begun to respond. Puck had gotten Kurt's clothes all rumpled, had shoved his hand down those too-tight jeans and shown him how much it was worth it, how good he was at this. The way Kurt had looked at him afterwards had made him think it might've been a mistake...
Puck had just stood there awkwardly, naked except for a towel, while Kurt fled without another word. It had left him feeling exactly like hewas - cheap, pathetic, and good for nothing except what peope could get from him.
It had only been two days before Kurt approached him again.
Puck was slightly surprised by it, having expected it to be a one-off thing like it was for a lot of people. But Kurt had pulled him aside and asked to talk to him and somehow they'd wound up inside a supply closet. This time when Puck had reacxhed for Kurt's belt the other boy had helped him, pale hands deftly undoing buckles and buttons and helping Puck inside. There had been so many kisses, desperate and wild kissesthat left both their lips a bitten red. Puck had smiled at Kurt and Kurt had actually smiled back. Almost as if he was worth it. He even stayed afterward long enough for a conversation. They didn't talk about the sex, but Puck was used to that. Most people wanted that part kept asecret, and since Kurt technically had a boyfriend Puck figured that was obvious.
When Kurt came back three times in the next week Puck started to think that maybe he was worth it.
They fell into a kind of rhythm. All Kurt had to do was give him a certain look and Puck knew they were on. They met up in school, skipping classes and making use of the lockable bathroom stalls. After school when all the cars in the parking lot were gone and the locker room
empty. Puck expected those kind of trysts. He hadn't expected Kurt to actually start asking him over to his place.
Their first time with actual, penetrative sex was in Kurt's bed at five in the afternoon on a thursday while the rest of Kurt's family were either still at work or (Finn) out with friends. It was the first time Kurt actually aknowledged what they were doing in their conversations.
"I have a boyfriend," Kurt told him. Unnecessarily, since there was a picture of Blaine on his nightstand.
"I know," Puck replied simply, used to being people's dirty secret. It's not like he was good enough for anything else. But despite being Kurt's 'dirty little secret' he felt pretty damn good lying there in bed with him. This was, technically, his longest functional relationship with anyone. It didn't surprise him at all that it was based on sex and keeping himself a secret. The surprise was how nice it was, how good it felt when they talked afterward or when Kurt would give him a soft, strange kiss goodbye that he just -knew- wasn't supposed to be about sex.
In fact, it lasted so long that Puck was even beginning to have stupid little fantasies about not being a secret. About maybe not flirting so much with his teachers and starting to say 'no' again. He thought he could cope with being a loser that nobody liked if Kurt genuinely thought there was something worthwhile about him and was willing to let people know that.
He should have known better than to fantasise about anything better.
By that point it had gone on so long that Puck had just been taking it for granted that Kurt would always be there, wanting him. But then suddenly he wasn't, and after a week Puck realised that Kurt wasn't even looking at him anymore. The realisation bowled him over during choir practice as he watched Kurt's vocal warmups with Rachel. It just hit him then. That it was over, whatever it was, and that Kurt didn't even care enough to tell him. He hadn't been prepared for the sudden, stabbing pain right in his chest.
He got up and left the room before anyone could see how his eyes had suddenly gotten misty, thinking he should have known better.
He was Puck.
This was life.
Kurt had outgrown him, gotten over him. Whatever.
But there were always going to be people who wanted his body. After all, that's all he was good for.
Author: FearfulLT
Rating: Pg-13 to R, depending on your sensibilities.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Kurt/Puck... sorta
Genre: Drama/Angst
Warning: Set in the same world as I Barter My Body, so angsty and implied dubcon.
Spoilers: Canon compliant, set in S2
Disclaimer: I don't own it and I'm not making any money from it, this is pure entertainment.
Author Notes: Written for this prompt at the puckurt meme. I should apologise to the prompter, because this is not quite what she wanted.
Summary: Puck knows full well it's only ever about his body.
Word Count: 1082
-
They were never actually together. Puck is well aware of that fact, just like he's aware of how he's supposed to act in public - like nothing ever changed and he'd never 'misinterpreted' things and made a move. When there's someone else around he's supposed to be able to ignore whatever it was between them. He's supposed to flirt with everyone like he normally does, supposed to keep hinting that he's available and ifthey want them then all they have to do is ask.
His life is good right now. At least on the outside. His grades are up to a steady B-, his caseworker absolutely adores him, his teachers treat him like something other than an unpleasant stain on the wall... Even his ma has started warming up to him again now that he's been remembering to flirt at home too.
And then there's Kurt. The spanner in the works.
It was an accident the first time, he knows that now. It happened in an empty locker room, Puck towelling off after a post-Lyons showerwhen Kurt just strolled right in out of the blue. He'd stopped just out of reach and given some see-through excuse about looking for Finn and could Puck please give him a message if he saw him, but Puck had seen the way Kurt's eyes dropped to his hips. Unlike when everyone elsedid it Puck found it didn't actually hurt when Kurt looked only at his body. It actually felt kind of good. Because Kurt wasn't on the same level as most people around Lima... and if he thought there was something to him, something worth checking out...
Well, Puck wasn't the kind of boy who said no.
So he'd stepped forward and grabbed Kurt before the other boy could change his mind, pulled him close and pressed a kiss to his mouth. He could still remember the way Kurt had trembled, the slightly shocked puff of air against his mouth and how it had taken a few seconds beforehe'd even begun to respond. Puck had gotten Kurt's clothes all rumpled, had shoved his hand down those too-tight jeans and shown him how much it was worth it, how good he was at this. The way Kurt had looked at him afterwards had made him think it might've been a mistake...
Puck had just stood there awkwardly, naked except for a towel, while Kurt fled without another word. It had left him feeling exactly like hewas - cheap, pathetic, and good for nothing except what peope could get from him.
It had only been two days before Kurt approached him again.
Puck was slightly surprised by it, having expected it to be a one-off thing like it was for a lot of people. But Kurt had pulled him aside and asked to talk to him and somehow they'd wound up inside a supply closet. This time when Puck had reacxhed for Kurt's belt the other boy had helped him, pale hands deftly undoing buckles and buttons and helping Puck inside. There had been so many kisses, desperate and wild kissesthat left both their lips a bitten red. Puck had smiled at Kurt and Kurt had actually smiled back. Almost as if he was worth it. He even stayed afterward long enough for a conversation. They didn't talk about the sex, but Puck was used to that. Most people wanted that part kept asecret, and since Kurt technically had a boyfriend Puck figured that was obvious.
When Kurt came back three times in the next week Puck started to think that maybe he was worth it.
They fell into a kind of rhythm. All Kurt had to do was give him a certain look and Puck knew they were on. They met up in school, skipping classes and making use of the lockable bathroom stalls. After school when all the cars in the parking lot were gone and the locker room
empty. Puck expected those kind of trysts. He hadn't expected Kurt to actually start asking him over to his place.
Their first time with actual, penetrative sex was in Kurt's bed at five in the afternoon on a thursday while the rest of Kurt's family were either still at work or (Finn) out with friends. It was the first time Kurt actually aknowledged what they were doing in their conversations.
"I have a boyfriend," Kurt told him. Unnecessarily, since there was a picture of Blaine on his nightstand.
"I know," Puck replied simply, used to being people's dirty secret. It's not like he was good enough for anything else. But despite being Kurt's 'dirty little secret' he felt pretty damn good lying there in bed with him. This was, technically, his longest functional relationship with anyone. It didn't surprise him at all that it was based on sex and keeping himself a secret. The surprise was how nice it was, how good it felt when they talked afterward or when Kurt would give him a soft, strange kiss goodbye that he just -knew- wasn't supposed to be about sex.
In fact, it lasted so long that Puck was even beginning to have stupid little fantasies about not being a secret. About maybe not flirting so much with his teachers and starting to say 'no' again. He thought he could cope with being a loser that nobody liked if Kurt genuinely thought there was something worthwhile about him and was willing to let people know that.
He should have known better than to fantasise about anything better.
By that point it had gone on so long that Puck had just been taking it for granted that Kurt would always be there, wanting him. But then suddenly he wasn't, and after a week Puck realised that Kurt wasn't even looking at him anymore. The realisation bowled him over during choir practice as he watched Kurt's vocal warmups with Rachel. It just hit him then. That it was over, whatever it was, and that Kurt didn't even care enough to tell him. He hadn't been prepared for the sudden, stabbing pain right in his chest.
He got up and left the room before anyone could see how his eyes had suddenly gotten misty, thinking he should have known better.
He was Puck.
This was life.
Kurt had outgrown him, gotten over him. Whatever.
But there were always going to be people who wanted his body. After all, that's all he was good for.