Streets of Gold: a Puckurt fic: Prologue
This is here cause I really, really, really, wanted to write a Puckurt fic =D
It was some ungodly hour in the morning, like a three thirty or something along those lines. Too early to leave his house, but too late to go back to sleep and expect to feel rested.
Puck stuffed his hands low in his pockets making his baggy jeans slide lower on his hips and couldn’t help the smirk that crossed his face as he saw the Hummel household appear in the horizon.
He was a bit hyped about tomorrow. It was the first day of senior year and there were going to be many changes. Mainly changes to his status in the school hierchy, but he couldn’t care less about that. Not when he walked into the school in a couple of hours with Kurt hanging off his arm.
He walked straight up to the door and squatted down to retrieve the key he knew was under the mat. This time the key had a little motel room key chain on it, and Puck’s smirk widened at the sight of it.
He could remember the motel very well. He slipped the key in and opened the door as quietly as possible, before putting the key back in its place and closing and locking the door behind him.
He walked through the dark and quiet house with the air of someone who had done this many times before. He almost unconsciously went to Kurt’s bedroom door his head still circling the thoughts of motels and motel beds and Kurt. He opened the door and slipped his shoes off before heading down quietly.
He stopped at the bottom step and just watched as the soft light from the lamp on Kurt’s bedside cast shadows across the sleeping boy. The ridiculous dark red silk robe that Kurt always put over his ridiculous dark red silk pajamas as if he was being modest or something was draped over one of bed posts.
Puck snorted quietly thinking that Kurt had lost all of his modesty long before Puck was introduced to the ridiculous dark red silk robe.
He walked over to Kurt’s bed loosing an article of clothing for each step until he was in his plain stripped cotton boxers.
He slipped into the bed under the covers, looping his arms around Kurt’s small waist and sinking into the warmth that was Kurt.
He could feel the boy push back into him the softness of his pajamas brushing along Puck’s whole body who would have to be a fool to admit that it was an actual turn on when the silky fabric touched his skin.
“Hey,” he muttered into Kurt’s hair as the boy turned his head lightly and pressed a kiss on Puck’s chin.
“Hey,” he muttered his voice a deep and slow rubble heavy with sleep. Puck looked at him in the dim light and smiled fondly. He loved it when Kurt was like this. His face free of makeup, his skin scrubbed freshly clean smelling like soap and something that was unique to Kurt that sent all of Puck’s senses on fire. His hair a disheveled mess. He was all soft and pliant and Puck knew that he could push him back and climb on top of him and have his way with him and that Kurt would lay open for him and take only what Puck was willing to give. But he wasn’t going to. He had learned some restrain in the past couple of months. It also helped that only a couple of hours before he had had Kurt bent over the edge of his bed.
He felt the stirrings of arousal shoot through his spine and concentrating in his groin bringing him a half hard erection.
“I missed you,” Puck whispered against his temple pressing a kiss there. He felt Kurt chuckle as the boy hit him lightly on the shoulder, “Need I remind you of a little thing called self control? Finn is right across the room you know.”
Puck ignored the last bit and brushed his lips down Kurt’s cheek, “Not the sex you idiot. We already broke a record this summer I think.”
Kurt chuckled again this time pressing his tiny back side right into Puck’s extremely willing to get interested cock. Puck groaned and slipped his hands lower to wrap around Kurt’s lower abdomen.
“You naughty little minx, I am attempting to have a caring and sharing moment and you are ruining it by making me think about sex.”
He could practically feel the eye roll. He smacked him lightly on his hip bone before smoothing the hurt away, “Hey I do not only think about sex. There are some things that I think about other than sex.”
Kurt just chuckled again and yawned into his pillow.
Puck moved his hands again and smoothed them up into Kurt’s hair. It was soft and free of product and the perfect place to pet him until he fell asleep.
“I missed you too, you know,” Kurt whispered sleepily.
Puck nodded and pressed their bodies closer together intertwining their legs so that the soft feeling of the ridiculous dark red silky pajama pants was against the skin of his thighs.
Puck placed his head right against Kurt’s neck and inhaled the scent of roses coming off in hot waves. It was the lotion Kurt used before going to bed. Something to do with keeping the skin firm and something else that Puck didn’t really pay attention to because he was too busy attempting to suck the scent into himself using his tongue.
“I’m kind of scared,” he whispered half hoping that Kurt wouldn’t hear him.
The boy moved in his arms. He made to turn around but Puck just trapped him against his chest, “No.” He didn’t really need to add more to the humiliation of being afraid. Kurt did not need to see him like this. Even though they were working on these issues. Puck still felt that his fear was something that no one should ever get to see and only granted Kurt the privilege as long as he didn’t look Puck directly in the eye when he did express emotion.
Kurt settled down again and began to gently pat his biceps, “Why are you afraid, Noah?”
Puck resisted the urge to smile. Kurt only called him Noah when he was really serious or half asleep.
“It’s not that I don’t want the whole world to know, because I totally do. I want to shout it out loud that I’m like in love with you. I’m just afraid of what will happen to you when I’m not around.”
Kurt sagged against him fully grabbing one of his hands and bringing it to his face. He placed a kiss on his palm and then patted the hand sleepily, “You don’t need to be afraid Noah. I can take care of myself, and besides what else were those self defense lessons for anyway.”
Puck shook his head and pressed a kiss against Kurt’s neck, “Those were my sad excuse to get your body against mine, baby boy."
Kurt let out a sleepy chuckle and Puck could practically see the boy falling asleep.
“Sleep Hummel,” Puck whispered fondly.
Kurt made a noise in the back of his throat that Puck figured was an attempt to protest at the use of his last name, but he was fast asleep within the minute. Puck smoothed the fingers of one hand into Kurt’s hair and left his other hand on his chest feeling the rhythmic pounding of his heart and the rise and fall of his breathing.
He pressed his forehead into the back of Kurt’s neck and breathed. If someone had told him in May after winning Regionals that he and Kurt would spend most of the summer pressed up against each other most of the time naked, he would’ve promptly knocked their teeth in. He chuckled remembering that all of this did indeed start after winning Regionals.
He fully blames Kurt and his inability to stay out of other people’s business. His eyes shudder close and he falls asleep thinking about all the things that have happened since then.
Part 1
It was some ungodly hour in the morning, like a three thirty or something along those lines. Too early to leave his house, but too late to go back to sleep and expect to feel rested.
Puck stuffed his hands low in his pockets making his baggy jeans slide lower on his hips and couldn’t help the smirk that crossed his face as he saw the Hummel household appear in the horizon.
He was a bit hyped about tomorrow. It was the first day of senior year and there were going to be many changes. Mainly changes to his status in the school hierchy, but he couldn’t care less about that. Not when he walked into the school in a couple of hours with Kurt hanging off his arm.
He walked straight up to the door and squatted down to retrieve the key he knew was under the mat. This time the key had a little motel room key chain on it, and Puck’s smirk widened at the sight of it.
He could remember the motel very well. He slipped the key in and opened the door as quietly as possible, before putting the key back in its place and closing and locking the door behind him.
He walked through the dark and quiet house with the air of someone who had done this many times before. He almost unconsciously went to Kurt’s bedroom door his head still circling the thoughts of motels and motel beds and Kurt. He opened the door and slipped his shoes off before heading down quietly.
He stopped at the bottom step and just watched as the soft light from the lamp on Kurt’s bedside cast shadows across the sleeping boy. The ridiculous dark red silk robe that Kurt always put over his ridiculous dark red silk pajamas as if he was being modest or something was draped over one of bed posts.
Puck snorted quietly thinking that Kurt had lost all of his modesty long before Puck was introduced to the ridiculous dark red silk robe.
He walked over to Kurt’s bed loosing an article of clothing for each step until he was in his plain stripped cotton boxers.
He slipped into the bed under the covers, looping his arms around Kurt’s small waist and sinking into the warmth that was Kurt.
He could feel the boy push back into him the softness of his pajamas brushing along Puck’s whole body who would have to be a fool to admit that it was an actual turn on when the silky fabric touched his skin.
“Hey,” he muttered into Kurt’s hair as the boy turned his head lightly and pressed a kiss on Puck’s chin.
“Hey,” he muttered his voice a deep and slow rubble heavy with sleep. Puck looked at him in the dim light and smiled fondly. He loved it when Kurt was like this. His face free of makeup, his skin scrubbed freshly clean smelling like soap and something that was unique to Kurt that sent all of Puck’s senses on fire. His hair a disheveled mess. He was all soft and pliant and Puck knew that he could push him back and climb on top of him and have his way with him and that Kurt would lay open for him and take only what Puck was willing to give. But he wasn’t going to. He had learned some restrain in the past couple of months. It also helped that only a couple of hours before he had had Kurt bent over the edge of his bed.
He felt the stirrings of arousal shoot through his spine and concentrating in his groin bringing him a half hard erection.
“I missed you,” Puck whispered against his temple pressing a kiss there. He felt Kurt chuckle as the boy hit him lightly on the shoulder, “Need I remind you of a little thing called self control? Finn is right across the room you know.”
Puck ignored the last bit and brushed his lips down Kurt’s cheek, “Not the sex you idiot. We already broke a record this summer I think.”
Kurt chuckled again this time pressing his tiny back side right into Puck’s extremely willing to get interested cock. Puck groaned and slipped his hands lower to wrap around Kurt’s lower abdomen.
“You naughty little minx, I am attempting to have a caring and sharing moment and you are ruining it by making me think about sex.”
He could practically feel the eye roll. He smacked him lightly on his hip bone before smoothing the hurt away, “Hey I do not only think about sex. There are some things that I think about other than sex.”
Kurt just chuckled again and yawned into his pillow.
Puck moved his hands again and smoothed them up into Kurt’s hair. It was soft and free of product and the perfect place to pet him until he fell asleep.
“I missed you too, you know,” Kurt whispered sleepily.
Puck nodded and pressed their bodies closer together intertwining their legs so that the soft feeling of the ridiculous dark red silky pajama pants was against the skin of his thighs.
Puck placed his head right against Kurt’s neck and inhaled the scent of roses coming off in hot waves. It was the lotion Kurt used before going to bed. Something to do with keeping the skin firm and something else that Puck didn’t really pay attention to because he was too busy attempting to suck the scent into himself using his tongue.
“I’m kind of scared,” he whispered half hoping that Kurt wouldn’t hear him.
The boy moved in his arms. He made to turn around but Puck just trapped him against his chest, “No.” He didn’t really need to add more to the humiliation of being afraid. Kurt did not need to see him like this. Even though they were working on these issues. Puck still felt that his fear was something that no one should ever get to see and only granted Kurt the privilege as long as he didn’t look Puck directly in the eye when he did express emotion.
Kurt settled down again and began to gently pat his biceps, “Why are you afraid, Noah?”
Puck resisted the urge to smile. Kurt only called him Noah when he was really serious or half asleep.
“It’s not that I don’t want the whole world to know, because I totally do. I want to shout it out loud that I’m like in love with you. I’m just afraid of what will happen to you when I’m not around.”
Kurt sagged against him fully grabbing one of his hands and bringing it to his face. He placed a kiss on his palm and then patted the hand sleepily, “You don’t need to be afraid Noah. I can take care of myself, and besides what else were those self defense lessons for anyway.”
Puck shook his head and pressed a kiss against Kurt’s neck, “Those were my sad excuse to get your body against mine, baby boy."
Kurt let out a sleepy chuckle and Puck could practically see the boy falling asleep.
“Sleep Hummel,” Puck whispered fondly.
Kurt made a noise in the back of his throat that Puck figured was an attempt to protest at the use of his last name, but he was fast asleep within the minute. Puck smoothed the fingers of one hand into Kurt’s hair and left his other hand on his chest feeling the rhythmic pounding of his heart and the rise and fall of his breathing.
He pressed his forehead into the back of Kurt’s neck and breathed. If someone had told him in May after winning Regionals that he and Kurt would spend most of the summer pressed up against each other most of the time naked, he would’ve promptly knocked their teeth in. He chuckled remembering that all of this did indeed start after winning Regionals.
He fully blames Kurt and his inability to stay out of other people’s business. His eyes shudder close and he falls asleep thinking about all the things that have happened since then.
Part 1