Fic: I Feel Like I Win When I Lose [3/3]
Title: I Feel Like I Win When I Lose [3/3]
Pairing: Puck/Kurt
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Puck and Kurt make a bet. Kurt is certain that he wins, but Puck is not so sure.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. The events within are entirely fictional.
Warnings: Language. Underage sex.
Word Count: 6347
“Hey Humbug,” Puck says, sliding into the seat next to Kurt in the back row of Mr Schuester’s Monday morning Spanish class.
“Humbug?” Kurt asks sceptically.
“You don’t like it?” Puck questions. “I think it’s sweet.” He shrugs.
As a matter of fact, Kurt likes it a lot. Not so much the nickname, but the fact that Puck decided to give him one in the first place. He’d never tell the other boy that though, so he rolls his eyes before replying.
“Not really, no. How would you like it if I started calling you Puckie?”
Kurt never gets an answer, because at that moment Karofsky approaches Puck’s desk, cracking his knuckles and glaring menacingly at Kurt. “Puckerman…why the hell are you sitting with the fag?” he asks, his voice drawing the attention of the entire room.
“Because I want to,” Puck replies calmly. “And if you call him that again I will cut your balls off and staple them to your forehead, got it?”
Karofsky backs away, glaring at Puck the whole time. He takes a seat next to Azimio and whispers something in the other boy’s ear. They both start laughing, casting glances back over at Puck. The jock doesn’t seem particularly bothered. He simply pulls out his phone and begins tapping away. Moments later, Kurt receives a text.
we didnt decide who won.
Upon reading the message, Kurt immediately turns a fetching shade of lobster pink, to Mercedes’ amusement and confusion. He wants to be mad at Puck for making him think about Saturday night in the middle of class, but the fact that Puck isn’t just going to pretend it didn’t happen is oddly comforting. He hides his phone behind his textbook and quickly hammers out a reply.
We were a bit…distracted, I suppose. But now that you mention it, I won. You closed your eyes the moment you started ‘attending’ to yourself.
u watched me ‘attend’ to myself which means u werent watching the movie either.
Damn. So what…are we both just going to pick our own songs then?
b in ur room at 10 2nite. alone. we r going 2 have a tiebreaker.
Are you going to tell me what this tiebreaker entails?
nope. patience, my dear, is a virtue.
Puck’s words cause a bubble of anticipation to flare up in Kurt’s stomach, and he ducks his head and smiles.
*
“So, I heard Puck told Karofsky not to mess with you,” Finn remarks, as he hands Kurt a plate to dry.
“That’s correct,” Kurt replies cautiously. It’s the first time Finn has spoken to him since Friday night, and things have been pretty tense around the house for the past couple of days. “He also threatened him with castration,” he adds.
“What is he playing at?” Finn grumbles, speaking to the sink full of water rather than to Kurt.
“Why do you assume he’s playing at something?” Kurt responds, frowning. He doesn’t like the direction this conversation is taking.
“Look, Puck backed me up when I told the football team to stop picking on you, I’ll give him that,” Finn replies. “But he’s never been willing to go out of his way to stick up for you.”
That was before they watched each other jerk off, Kurt thinks, but he’s pretty sure Finn’s head would explode if shared that particular piece of information, and as angry as he might be at the other boy right now, he doesn’t really want to see his brains splattered around the kitchen.
“I think he’s trying to get you on his side,” Finn says.
“I thought we were all on the same side.”
“It’s just not fair,” Finn says angrily. “He should never have gotten away with what he did. But now Beth is gone and everyone acts like nothing ever happened. They talk to him and laugh with him like he’s a nice guy or something, and we all know he’s not.”
Kurt’s eyes narrow. “Everyone only started talking to him again because you did. Or have you forgotten the way everyone rallied around when you found out? Or the fact that Rachel flat out refused to sing with him? Mr Schuester tore him a new one and the whole thing had nothing to do with him.”
Finn at least has the decency to look a little shamed by Kurt’s words, but that doesn’t stop him fighting back. “Have you forgotten what a jerk he’s always been to you? What, he says a few nice things to you and you’re willing to overlook all the bad stuff he’s done? I thought you hated him.”
“I thought I hated him too,” Kurt acknowledges. “But now I’ve had a chance to see the real Puck. I took the time look behind the stereotype, like I’m always hoping people will do for me.” He glances up at the clock. 9:45pm. Fuck. He’s going to miss whatever Puck is planning if he doesn’t get out of the kitchen in the next fifteen minutes. An idea strikes him, and he pulls his phone from his pocket and sends a quick S.O.S to Rachel, asking her to call her boyfriend.
“Oh good idea,” Finn snarls. “Calling Puck to come and fight your battles for you. Very brave.”
It’s as though someone had poured a bucket of freezing cold water down Kurt’s back. “You’re out of line, Finn Hudson,” Kurt remarks coolly. “I don’t know where this is coming from, but you have no right to speak to me like that. You don’t own me, and it’s none of your business who I choose to spend my time with. I’m going to my room now, before you embarrass yourself further.” Head held high, but legs trembling, Kurt walks past Finn and into the lounge to bid goodnight to his father and Carole.
When he makes it to the relative safety of his room, he locks the door before leaning back against it with a shuddering sigh. He’s not entirely sure what just happened, but if things between Finn and Puck do get nasty, he’s pretty sure he just placed himself firmly on Team Puckerman. He thinks briefly about calling Puck up to warn him, but selfishly sweeps the thought away. Talking about Finn and his irrational jealousy would only ruin whatever Puck has planned for the night, and Kurt could really use the distraction right now. His clock is telling him that he still has five minutes before their scheduled tiebreaker. He carefully removes his shoes and socks, putting them in their nominated places in his closet before walking over to his bed. He stretches out, phone lying on the pillow next to him, and waits.
At precisely ten o’clock, 20th Century Boy comes blaring out of Kurt’s phone.
“Hi Puck,” he says, unable to stop the smile from creeping onto his face.
“Here’s how it’s going to go down,” Puck says authoritatively. “We’re going to have a little chat. The first one to come, loses.”
“The first one to come? Puck, that doesn’t make any sense.”
“It will in a moment,” Puck replies. “Do you remember the film we watched the other day, Kurt? The one with the hot guys?”
“Of course,” Kurt replies, still confused but also more than a little curious.
“Do you remember the way the blond was kissing the other guy’s neck?”
Kurt swallows thickly, his face heating at the memory. “Yes. I remember.”
“I want you to imagine he’s kissing your neck. Can you do that for me, Kurt?”
Kurt freezes, staring dumbstruck at the phone in his hand. Phone sex. Or a twisted version of it. That’s Puck’s big idea.
“You still there Humbug?” Puck asks.
“I’m here,” Kurt says quickly. “I’m imagining it.”
“Good boy,” Puck drawls, and Kurt has to bite his lip to stop from moaning. Puck’s voice is the very essence of sex: dark, dirty and so, so persuasive. If Puck told Kurt to strip naked and do the Macarena, Kurt would have done it. He settles instead for slipping a hand beneath his emerald green sweatpants and stroking his rapidly hardening cock.
“I bet you’re biting your lip. Trying to keep quiet, so that no one knows how much you’re enjoying this,” Puck says assuredly. “Don’t. I want to hear you, Kurt.” Kurt whimpers, and Puck chuckles lowly. “That’s more like it. He’s sliding his fingers under your shirt now, revealing all that beautiful pale skin.”
“Oh,” Kurt breathes, fingers tightening on his cock. He’s completely out of his depth here, and his inexperience suddenly seems to matter in a way it didn’t the other night. But as much as he’d like to just lay on his bed and let Puck talk him to completion, that would mean losing the bet, and Kurt’s competitive side isn’t ready to give up that easily. He might be a virgin when it comes to actually doing anything, but he’s definitely got a head full of ideas. “That feels so good,” he moans, blushing at how wanton he sounds even though there’s no one there to see him. It’s obviously the right thing to do, because Puck’s breath hitches and there’s a slight pause before he speaks again.
“He’s got his hands in your back pockets, grabbing that tight ass you’re always showing off. You’d like that, wouldn’t you Kurt?”
“Yes,” Kurt gasps. “I’d like that a lot.” His pyjamas, nice as they are, are nothing but an inconvenience now, so he wriggles out of them, kicking them to the end of his bed and spreading his legs to give himself better access. He licks a broad stripe up his palm before wrapping it around his cock again.
“He’s pulling you against him, making you ride his thigh while he kisses you,” Puck continues. “He’d be so hard for you. Fuck, Kurt, I’m so fucking hard right now.”
“Me too,” Kurt admits. He drags his fingernails along his inner thigh before returning his hand to where he wants it most. “Oh god, Puck, please keep talking.” He’s long past the point of caring about how desperate he must sound.
“Are you touching yourself?”
“Yes.”
“Me too. Fuck, why is that so fucking hot?”
Kurt can’t help laughing at that, despite thinking that its probably not an appropriate thing to be doing in the middle of sex, phone or otherwise. Puck’s laughing too though, so he figures it’s okay.
“I bet you’d taste amazing right now.”
Puck’s comment stops Kurt’s laughter in its tracks. A wicked gleam appears in his eyes and he slowly drags his index finger over the head of his cock, gathering the precome he finds there before bringing the digit to his lips and flicking his tongue out. “Mmm,” he moans. “As a matter of fact, I do.”
“Oh you did not just taste yourself,” Puck growls.
“Wanna bet?” Kurt asks silkily.
“Damn Kurt, you’re fucking filthy.”
“Is that a problem?”
“Hell no,” Puck exclaims. “The filthier the better as far I’m concerned.”
Kurt smirks, relieved that he’d read the other boy correctly.
“Tell me more. Tell me what you’re doing to yourself,” Puck urges. It’s not a request, like Kurt had made. It’s an order, and one that Kurt is happy to obey.
“My hand’s on my stomach, just below my bellybutton,” he murmurs. “I’m really sensitive there,” he adds after a brief pause.
“Are you still thinking about blondie? Pretending your hands are his?”
“Yes,” Kurt exhales, closing his eyes and imagining what it would feel like to have another boy stroking his bare skin.
“Stop,” Puck says firmly. “Those hands are mine now. It’s my thigh you’re rubbing yourself off on. My tongue that’s fucking your mouth.”
Kurt’s reaction is instantaneous and unreserved. His hips buck wildly as a long, drawn-out moan falls from his lips. “Fuck yes,” he groans. “You’d grip me hard enough to leave a mark. I’d be able to feel you there for weeks.”
“Damn right you would. I’d bite your neck too, so that everyone could see just how thoroughly I’d ravished you.”
“Puck,” Kurt pants. He couldn’t give a flying fuck about the bet anymore. He just wants to come, and he wants Puck’s voice in his ear when he does. “Don’t stop talking,” he begs. “Please don’t stop.”
“Do you want me to fuck you, Kurt?”
“Yes,” Kurt says immediately, and he means it. His cock twitches its approval of the idea, and Kurt grasps it again, giving himself a few leisurely tugs. He knows it won’t take long from here, but he’s not ready for it to end just yet.
“Want to feel me pushing into you, filling you up?”
“Oh god yes,” Kurt practically sobs down the phone. He shoves two fingers into his mouth; coating them with saliva before letting them drop down to trail around his entrance. One finger breaches the tight ring of muscle and he cries out in pleasure.
“You sound like sin when you moan,” Puck hums. “Are you going to get yourself ready for me? Ready for my cock?”
“Already doing it,” Kurt gasps. “I’ve got two fingers inside me right now.” The tips of his fingers brush against his prostate and his whole body shudders at the sensation. “Feels so good…not as good as you’d feel though…you’re so thick…fuck, I bet you’d feel amazing.” He’s speaking every thought that comes into his head now, but judging by Puck’s heavy breathing and murmured curses, the other boy doesn’t mind much at all.
“Kurt,” Puck growls.
“I wish you were here, pounding into me,” Kurt moans, sandwiching the phone between his shoulder and his ear and wrapping his now-free hand around his throbbing cock. He knows he can’t be far away now, he can feel the tingles beginning to spread through his body.
There’s a stream of curses from Puck’s end of the line, ending in something that may or may not have been Kurt’s name, and then silence. Hearing Puck moaning his name like that tips Kurt over the edge, and he comes with a loud cry of his own.
“You’re a fucking bastard, Kurt,” Puck says eventually, but there’s a lightness to his voice that tells Kurt that he’s not angry in the slightest.
For his part, Kurt is still trying to wrap his head around the fact that he just made Noah Puckerman come simply by talking to him. When his powers of speech are sufficiently recovered, he laughs. “I’ll have your song chosen by lunchtime tomorrow. Oh, and if you ever call me Humbug again I’ll make sure you live to regret it.”
Puck laughs heartily. “Understood. That was fucking incredible, by the way.”
“Yeah,” Kurt says quietly. “It was.”
“I’m going to go now, since I don’t want to incur the wrath of Hummel for depriving you of your beauty sleep, but I’ll see you tomorrow. Sweet dreams, Kurt.”
“Sweet dreams Puck.”
*
Kurt knows that the smart thing to do would be to pick a stupid song, laugh along with everyone else when Puck has to sing it, and then pretend the whole thing never happened. He could patch things up with Finn and go back to spending his Friday nights hanging out with Mercedes or practicing dance routines in his basement. He’s already given more of himself to Puck than he has ever shared with anyone else. Giving even more is a terrifying prospect. Plus, he has no idea if Puck simply got carried away by the situation, or if he really does want to do those things with Kurt. And if he does, would even Kurt let him?
The answer to that last one is embarrassingly easy. Yes. He wants Puck, he can admit that now. He wants that sexy, seductive boy to belong to him. Exclusively.
Kurt sighs, scrubbing a hand over his forehead with uncharacteristic disregard for his carefully styled hair.
“You okay sweetie?” Carole asks, entering the kitchen and pouring herself a cup of coffee.
He’s not sure why he asks Carole, of all people, but she’s there and Kurt could really use some advice from someone who isn’t likely to yell or hit him or tell him he’s being an idiot.
“Let’s say you have a chance to get something you never thought you’d have. It’s not illegal or deceitful or wrong in any way, but there’s a risk you might get your heart broken…would you do it?”
Carole smiles softly. “Yes.”
“Really?” Kurt asks. “You don’t even have to think about it?”
“There are worse things in life than a broken heart,” Carole replies. “But there are few things better than letting love into your life.”
Kurt flushes. He hadn’t been talking about love, exactly, but he gets the point Carole is trying to make, and he loves her for it. “Thanks Carole. I think I know what to do now.”
I want you to sing a song just for me.
He half-regrets the message the moment he hits the send button. Puck is probably going to laugh himself stupid when he gets it, and then choose something like ‘Dude Looks Like a Lady’ to sing.
When he gets to school he runs into Puck and Mercedes, who are deep in conversation at Kurt’s locker.
“Good morning” he says, slightly worried about seeing his best friend chatting so casually with the boy she’s always claimed to loathe. Oh God…what if Puck has told her what they did?
“Morning Kurt,” Puck says politely.
“Hey boy,” Mercedes says cheerfully. “Puck and I are trying to guess what song everyone’s going to sing for Glee this week. Any ideas?”
Mercedes shows no sign of knowing anything about Kurt’s recent activities, so he allows himself to relax, reeling off a list of show tunes that he thinks Rachel will probably pick from as they head towards the English class they all share. Mercedes links her arm through his, and Puck is as warm as he always is as he brushes against Kurt’s shoulder. All three of them are laughing by the time they enter the classroom. It’s nice. Very nice.
*
By the time Thursday’s Glee rehearsal rolls around Kurt is a nervous wreck. Finn still isn’t speaking to him; a problem that Kurt is probably only exacerbating by continuing to be seen in the company of Puck and Mercedes. He knows their friendship has come as a shock to everyone, but the three of them actually get along really well and it’s a relief to know that if Puck’s song suggests that he might want something more than friendship from Kurt, Mercedes at least will support his decision.
They sit together on the back row in the choir room, heads together as they take final guesses about song choices for the week. Mr Schue gives them a curious look as he enters the room but Rachel sticks her hand up and asks to go first before anything more can be made of the matter. She sings ‘Wind Beneath My Wings’ staring dreamily at Finn the entire time. Kurt stares at a spot on the wall and tries very hard not to throw up. Mr Schue calls on him next, which presents him with something of a dilemma. He’d prepared two songs for the week, depending on what Puck chose to sing. He’d never stopped to think that he might have to sing before Puck. His initial thought is to go ahead and sing the less personal of the two songs, thereby saving himself from any potential embarrassing letdown. But then Carole’s words from the other morning come back to him, and he takes a determined breath before stepping over to the piano and pointing to the appropriate sheet music.
I’m mad about the boy
And I know it’s stupid
To be mad about the boy
I’m so ashamed of it
But must admit
The sleepless nights I’ve had
About the boy
His voice is smooth, curling around the words as though the song was written specifically for him to sing. He sees everyone in the room turn their eyes to Finn, waiting for the quarterback’s reaction. Well, everyone but Puck. Finn is glaring murderously at the other boy, but Puck’s whole attention is fixed on Kurt. His face gives nothing away, but his eyes burn into Kurt’s very soul. He feels his legs tremble under the intensity of the gaze but he forces himself to keep singing. He’s come this far, he’s not about to back out now.
There’s the usual combination of applause and stunned looks when he finishes his song. He takes a minute to compose himself, before stepping back up to his seat as Finn prepares to sing his number.
“I thought you were over him,” Mercedes whispers, giving him a concerned look.
“Who said I was singing about Finn?” Kurt asks, winking at her. Her eyes widen and he knows that, regardless of the outcome of the afternoon, he’s going to have some explaining to do.
Finn croons “You Took the Words Right Out of My Mouth” at Rachel and Mr Schue nearly breaks his face beaming at his two lovebirds.
And then it’s Puck’s turn.
Kurt feels his heart jump when Puck picks up his guitar and takes a seat in the middle of the room. He plucks out a couple of notes and then stops, clearing his throat. “Kurt told me what to sing this week,” he says.
Kurt frowns. Part of the bet was that the loser had to make it seem like they really did choose the song themselves.
“But I’m not going to do what he said.”
Kurt’s whole body turns to ice. He squeezes his eyes shut, praying that it isn’t happening. Even with his eyes closed he can feel the smug look make its way over Finn’s face.
“The thing is,” Puck continues. “Singing for people has kinda become a cliché of mine. I’ve done it twice now, for people I didn’t even like that much - no offense.” He shoots a smile over at Rachel and Mercedes. Rachel just glares at him, but Mercedes offers a smile of her own in response. “And I know Kurt doesn’t like clichés.”
Kurt’s eyes snap open at that.
“I’m sorry if you feel I’m letting you down,” Puck says, looking straight at Kurt. “But you’re not just some chick I can use to boost my reputation. You’re so much more than that. And you deserve more than some cheesy seduction song. So I’m not going to sing you a song today. I’m just going to sing a song for me, and hope that you understand.”
I’ve lived for a high school grade, and running round a track
I’ve lived for a hundred girls that have never called me back
I’ve lived for the stage play and in a rock and roll band
But that’s all gonna end someday and I’ll have nowhere to stand.
I’ve lived for the future and especially the past
But tomorrow never got here and the memories don’t last
So I’m taking all I though I knew, and throwing it away
I’m gonna start living for everything, man I’m living for today
Kurt is well aware that the entire room is staring at him now, but he all he can focus on is Puck’s husky voice and the fact that he still hasn’t taken his eyes off Kurt. It’s better than anything Kurt had dared to hope Puck would sing. He’s never heard the song before, but he’s getting on iTunes as soon as he gets home and downloading it immediately, though he doubts that anyone could sing it as beautifully as Puck is doing.
I must have lived for more things than there are names to call
But right now I’m just living for a soft spot to fall
You see I’m tired, but I’m happy
‘Cause that’s what living for today can do
But it sure has been easy since I’ve been living every day with you
Yeah it sure has been easy since I’ve been living every day with you
Kurt stands up the moment Puck finishes the song, his messenger bag slung over one shoulder and Puck’s backpack in the other. “Mr Schue? Puck and I need to leave now.”
“But Kurt, rehearsal is only half way through,” Mr Schue replies, confused.
“I know. We’ll make it up to you all another time,” Kurt says firmly, already half way across the room.
“Yeah,” Puck says shakily. “Sorry guys.” He follows Kurt out of the room without a backward glance.
“So, you liked the song then?” Puck asks, all signs of nervousness forgotten as he leans against he wall of the classroom and smirks down at Kurt.
“It was perfect,” Kurt replies. He looks down at his feet. Now that he’s got Puck alone he finds he has no idea what to say. “My dad and Carole have gone away for the weekend,” he blurts. “And Finn is going straight to Rachel’s after Glee.”
Puck’s eyebrows jump halfway up his forehead. “Interesting,” he murmurs.
“I have no idea why I just said that,” Kurt says softly.
Puck’s arm finds its way around his shoulder as they walk towards the car park. “You said it because you’ve been thinking about me the way I’ve been thinking about you.”
Hope flares in Kurt’s chest, melting away the fear that had lingered there since the moment he stepped up to sing his song. “Does that mean you wouldn’t mind coming home with me?” he asks quietly.
Puck growls softly. “If you keep using that tone with me we won’t even make it home,” he replies, his breath skating over Kurt’s ear.
Kurt all but sprints to his car, turning back every two steps to make sure that Puck is still following him.
“Sorry,” he says when he reaches the Navigator. “I realise I look totally desperate right now.”
“You look fucking edible,” Puck replies. “As usual.”
“We need to get home. Now.” Kurt knows that if Mercedes were here right now she’d be telling him to make absolutely certain of Puck’s intentions before inviting him back to his house, but Kurt honestly couldn’t care less right now. He wants Puck more than he’s ever wanted anything, and unlike most other things that Kurt has wanted, he can have Puck.
Puck chuckles. “My car is three spaces away from yours. I’ll be right behind you.”
Kurt climbs into the driver’s seat and turns on the ignition, waiting until he hears Puck do the same before pulling out of his parking space.
The ten-minute drive to Kurt’s house seems to take an eternity, but finally they find themselves alone in the basement, bags dumped carelessly next to the stairs and Bowie playing on the stereo. Kurt can’t seem to stand still, much to Puck’s amusement. The drive home had given Kurt just enough time to remember how inexperienced he was, and convinced him that he was sure to be a let down for someone who practically exudes sex the way Puck does. Puck watches him pace for a few minutes before deciding to take matters into his own hands. He strides purposefully towards the smaller boy, fixing Kurt with a heated gaze. Kurt backs against the wall, and Puck follows, reaching up and brushing his hand along Kurt’s shoulder before curling it around his neck.
“I’ve never kissed a boy before,” Kurt whispers, his heart racing as Puck’s thumb brushes over the bare skin above his shirt collar.
“Me neither,” Puck replies, grinning.
And then another boy’s lips meet Kurt’s for the very first time.
Puck doesn’t kiss like Kurt thought he would. He’d been expecting messy tongues, like that terrible couple in the first porn film they watched. Instead, Puck is slow and exploratory. The soft slide of lips against his own causes Kurt to moan, the sound muffled by Puck’s mouth. The taller boy draws Kurt’s bottom lip into his mouth, sucking lightly. Kurt’s hand grips the front of Puck’s shirt, pulling him closer.
“Wow,” Kurt breathes, when the need for air finally forces them apart.
“You kiss like you were born to do it,” Puck murmurs, before leaning in for another kiss.
This one quickly turns heated, with Puck’s tongue nudging at Kurt’s lips, begging for entrance. Kurt opens his mouth, and when Puck’s tongue touches his for the first time he swears it’s a miracle that he doesn’t come right then and there. Puck’s hands leave Kurt’s cheeks to grip his waist, his thumbs kneading small circles right above Kurt’s hipbone.
“Bed,” Kurt moans, when Puck’s mouth leaves his in order to trail wet, open-mouthed kisses down his neck. “Please, Puck.”
“Whatever you say,” Puck replies, fingers latching on to Kurt’s belt buckle and pulling him forward as he walks backwards towards the bed. When the back of his knees hits the edge of the bed he lets himself fall, pulling Kurt with him.
The sheer joy of the situation is too much for Kurt’s small body to contain, and he bursts out laughing. Puck seems to understand without Kurt saying a word, and pretty soon he too is chuckling as he sets about undoing the buttons on Kurt’s shirt. “Okay?” he asks, kissing along Kurt’s exposed collarbone.
“No,” Kurt replies, and Puck freezes. “You’re taking too long,” Kurt explains, pulling Puck’s head up and capturing his lips in a fiery kiss.
Puck doesn’t waste any time after that, and pretty soon Kurt is lying shirtless on his bed with Puck’s tongue flicking over his nipples.
“Oh god,” Kurt gasps. “This is amazing. You are fucking amazing.”
Puck grins against Kurt’s skin, kissing it reverently. “And you are fucking gorgeous.” He drags his tongue down Kurt’s sternum, occasionally stopping to nip at the pale skin. Kurt’s hands dance across Puck’s head, urging him further down. When Puck sticks his tongue in Kurt’s bellybutton the younger boy bucks his hips so hard he nearly knocks Puck off the bed.
“You really are sensitive there, huh?” Puck comments.
Kurt nods furiously. “More,” he begs, hooking one of his legs over Puck’s waist. Puck sits up slightly and pulls his own shirt over his head. Kurt lets Puck know exactly how much he appreciates the view this offers, stretching out his hand and tracing the outline of Puck’s abs with his fingers.
Puck flashes him a feral grin before diving back in, licking and sucking at the skin around Kurt’s navel.
“Oh yes,” Kurt moans, making the most of the fact that there is no one home to hear them.
Puck’s hand slips down to brush against Kurt’s cock, and both boys let out loud groans. Kurt is stunned that Puck is the first one to go there.
“Wanna touch you Kurt,” Puck murmurs. “Can I?”
“Anything,” Kurt replies, breathless. “You can do anything.”
Without hesitation, Puck rids Kurt of his jeans and underwear, dumping them on the floor next to the bed. “Beautiful,” he exhales, his eyes trailing up and down the length of Kurt’s body.
“Please,” Kurt whines, his whole body flushing under Puck’s intense scrutiny.
Puck’s hand closes around him then, using the precome gathered at the head to make the friction a little smoother. Kurt cries out in delight, thrusting up into Puck’s hand.
“Fuck, I never thought it would feel this good,” Puck mutters, lavishing kisses on Kurt’s hips and thighs.
Kurt runs a tentative hand over Puck’s chest. “Come up here and kiss me again,” he requests, flicking his fingers against Puck’s nipple ring.
While Puck is busy plundering Kurt’s mouth, the smaller boy deftly undoes Puck’s belt. Puck isn’t wearing anything under his jeans, a fact that makes Kurt shiver pleasantly. He watches in bemusement as Puck wriggles out of his jeans, kicking them off his ankles.
“Fuck yes,” Puck replies, when he’s successfully rid himself of the rest of his clothing, before surging upwards and kissing Kurt deeply. Kurt’s hand slips down, fingernails scraping over angular hipbones and toned thighs.
“Please Puck,” he breathes into the other boy’s mouth. “Please let me touch you.”
“Yeah,” Puck groans. “It’s all yours babe.”
With trembling fingers, Kurt slides his hand to the left, throwing back his head and mewling when his hand meets warm, soft flesh. It’s so much better than he could ever have imagined. Puck continues to stroke Kurt’s cock, sucking at Kurt’s pulse point and marking his neck the way he’d mentioned the other night.
Feeling suddenly bold, Kurt removes his hand from Puck’s cock, grinning at the desperate whine that Puck lets out as a result. He brings his fingers to his lips and licks. “Mmm,” he hums. “You taste even better than I do.”
“Fuck, Kurt,” Puck groans, his eyes locked on Kurt’s tongue as it slides around his fingers. “You’ll be the death of me.”
“But what a way to go,” Kurt quips, wrapping his hand around Puck’s cock again and stroking him confidently.
Puck chuckles, his lips bouncing against Kurt’s upper arm. He leaves a trail of soft kisses down Kurt’s bicep before licking the inside of his elbow. “You taste even better than you look.”
“I’m so close now,” Kurt groans, his free hand gripping the bed sheets as Puck licks a hot stripe back up his neck.
“Me too,” Puck whispers, his lips brushing Kurt’s. “Come for me, Kurt. Come with me.”
Kurt’s speech is now reduced to mumbled expletives coupled with Puck’s name, but he nods frantically, his eyes locked on Puck’s. They’re moaning into each other’s mouths now, hands working in sync to bring each other to the very pinnacle of pleasure.
Puck bites down hard on Kurt’s ear, and it is enough to tip the other boy over the edge. He comes hard, scraping his nails down Puck’s back. The jock groans loudly and then he’s coming into Kurt’s hand, hot and sticky and oh so wonderful.
Kurt’s not entirely sure what to expect now, but when Puck collapses next to him and throws a lazy arm over Kurt’s waist, he finds that he’s more than happy to lie there for as long as Puck wants them to.
Almost a full hour passes before they decide to head upstairs in search of dinner. They spend the time talking about everything and nothing; an easy, relaxed conversation that gives Kurt hope that this is more than a one-time thing. Kurt dresses in a pair of old sweatpants and a grey off-the-shoulder t-shirt, whilst Puck pulls his jeans back on but leaves his shirt lying where it had been thrown on top of Kurt’s lampshade.
They both receive the shock of their lives when they find Finn standing in the kitchen making tacos.
“You’re supposed to be at Rachel’s,” Kurt says, all the colour draining from his face. Puck automatically steps closer to him, wrapping an arm around his waist.
“I was worried about you, so I came straight home,” Finn replies, staring at Puck with an unreadable expression on his face. “You fucked my little brother,” he says eventually, refusing to look at Kurt.
Puck nods.
“And you’re still here.”
Puck nods again.
“You want this?” he asks, turning to Kurt.
“Of course I do!” Kurt explodes. “He didn’t rape me, if that’s what you’re worried about.” He fixes Finn with a disgusted look.
“That’s not what I meant,” Finn says hurriedly. “I mean, you want him to be your boyfriend and stuff?”
“Yeah,” Kurt says softly, even though he hasn’t even talked about it with Puck. He hides enough at school as it is; he’s not going to start hiding in his own home.
“Right,” Finn says, and to Kurt’s surprise he offers his hand to Puck. “Look after him,” he says, shaking Puck’s hand. He turns to Kurt. “I owe you an apology.” Puck looks surprised.
“Go on,” Kurt says. As much as he wants things to be okay with Finn, he was truly hurt by what Finn said, and he has no intention of forgiving him without a proper apology first.
“I was wrong to speak to you like that. And to try and control you. I just don’t want to see you get hurt anymore. I don’t really understand how you and Puck can have come so far in such a short period of time, but if he makes you happy then it’s okay be me,” he says earnestly. “So what do you say…can I be your brother again?”
Kurt pauses for a moment. He’s not sure he’s ready to forgive Finn quite so easily, but he’s in such a good mood right now, and he doesn’t want to make a scene given that Puck has no idea what’s being going on between the two of them. Eventually, he gives Finn a small smile. “Sure.”
Finn pats his shoulder awkwardly. “Good. I missed you, Kurt. But…seeing as how everything’s cool here…I think I might head over to Rachel’s. Is that okay?”
Kurt glances at Puck before responding. “Fine by us.”
Finn bids them both goodnight before grabbing his jacket and heading out the door.
“Alone again,” Puck remarks, wrapping his arms around Kurt from behind and kissing his neck. Kurt grins. Obviously Puck’s not entirely against the boyfriend idea.
“So it would seem.”
“Are you okay?” Puck asks, turning Kurt around so that they are face to face.
“Never better,” Kurt replies, smiling up at Puck. “I had no idea that winning felt so good.”
“You didn’t win,” Puck replies firmly.
“Oh yes I did,” Kurt shoots back, getting into argument position.
“No,” Puck replies, brushing a stray hair from Kurt’s forehead. “You didn’t. I did. I won you.” He leans down and captures Kurt’s lips in a scorching kiss.
“That’s pretty much the gayest thing you’ve ever said,” Kurt murmurs as they break apart, laughing at Puck’s blushing face.
“Yeah well, get used to it. I’m a full time ass man now after all.”
“I intend to make sure of it,” Kurt retorts, sliding his hands into the back pockets of Puck’s jeans and leaning up for another kiss.
***
Secondary Author's Notes: The song that Kurt sings is Mad About the Boy, which you can hear here and Puck's song is For Today, which is here. Two of my favourite songs in the history of ever, and I think that Chris and Mark could do great versions of them.
Pairing: Puck/Kurt
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Puck and Kurt make a bet. Kurt is certain that he wins, but Puck is not so sure.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. The events within are entirely fictional.
Warnings: Language. Underage sex.
Word Count: 6347
“Hey Humbug,” Puck says, sliding into the seat next to Kurt in the back row of Mr Schuester’s Monday morning Spanish class.
“Humbug?” Kurt asks sceptically.
“You don’t like it?” Puck questions. “I think it’s sweet.” He shrugs.
As a matter of fact, Kurt likes it a lot. Not so much the nickname, but the fact that Puck decided to give him one in the first place. He’d never tell the other boy that though, so he rolls his eyes before replying.
“Not really, no. How would you like it if I started calling you Puckie?”
Kurt never gets an answer, because at that moment Karofsky approaches Puck’s desk, cracking his knuckles and glaring menacingly at Kurt. “Puckerman…why the hell are you sitting with the fag?” he asks, his voice drawing the attention of the entire room.
“Because I want to,” Puck replies calmly. “And if you call him that again I will cut your balls off and staple them to your forehead, got it?”
Karofsky backs away, glaring at Puck the whole time. He takes a seat next to Azimio and whispers something in the other boy’s ear. They both start laughing, casting glances back over at Puck. The jock doesn’t seem particularly bothered. He simply pulls out his phone and begins tapping away. Moments later, Kurt receives a text.
we didnt decide who won.
Upon reading the message, Kurt immediately turns a fetching shade of lobster pink, to Mercedes’ amusement and confusion. He wants to be mad at Puck for making him think about Saturday night in the middle of class, but the fact that Puck isn’t just going to pretend it didn’t happen is oddly comforting. He hides his phone behind his textbook and quickly hammers out a reply.
We were a bit…distracted, I suppose. But now that you mention it, I won. You closed your eyes the moment you started ‘attending’ to yourself.
u watched me ‘attend’ to myself which means u werent watching the movie either.
Damn. So what…are we both just going to pick our own songs then?
b in ur room at 10 2nite. alone. we r going 2 have a tiebreaker.
Are you going to tell me what this tiebreaker entails?
nope. patience, my dear, is a virtue.
Puck’s words cause a bubble of anticipation to flare up in Kurt’s stomach, and he ducks his head and smiles.
*
“So, I heard Puck told Karofsky not to mess with you,” Finn remarks, as he hands Kurt a plate to dry.
“That’s correct,” Kurt replies cautiously. It’s the first time Finn has spoken to him since Friday night, and things have been pretty tense around the house for the past couple of days. “He also threatened him with castration,” he adds.
“What is he playing at?” Finn grumbles, speaking to the sink full of water rather than to Kurt.
“Why do you assume he’s playing at something?” Kurt responds, frowning. He doesn’t like the direction this conversation is taking.
“Look, Puck backed me up when I told the football team to stop picking on you, I’ll give him that,” Finn replies. “But he’s never been willing to go out of his way to stick up for you.”
That was before they watched each other jerk off, Kurt thinks, but he’s pretty sure Finn’s head would explode if shared that particular piece of information, and as angry as he might be at the other boy right now, he doesn’t really want to see his brains splattered around the kitchen.
“I think he’s trying to get you on his side,” Finn says.
“I thought we were all on the same side.”
“It’s just not fair,” Finn says angrily. “He should never have gotten away with what he did. But now Beth is gone and everyone acts like nothing ever happened. They talk to him and laugh with him like he’s a nice guy or something, and we all know he’s not.”
Kurt’s eyes narrow. “Everyone only started talking to him again because you did. Or have you forgotten the way everyone rallied around when you found out? Or the fact that Rachel flat out refused to sing with him? Mr Schuester tore him a new one and the whole thing had nothing to do with him.”
Finn at least has the decency to look a little shamed by Kurt’s words, but that doesn’t stop him fighting back. “Have you forgotten what a jerk he’s always been to you? What, he says a few nice things to you and you’re willing to overlook all the bad stuff he’s done? I thought you hated him.”
“I thought I hated him too,” Kurt acknowledges. “But now I’ve had a chance to see the real Puck. I took the time look behind the stereotype, like I’m always hoping people will do for me.” He glances up at the clock. 9:45pm. Fuck. He’s going to miss whatever Puck is planning if he doesn’t get out of the kitchen in the next fifteen minutes. An idea strikes him, and he pulls his phone from his pocket and sends a quick S.O.S to Rachel, asking her to call her boyfriend.
“Oh good idea,” Finn snarls. “Calling Puck to come and fight your battles for you. Very brave.”
It’s as though someone had poured a bucket of freezing cold water down Kurt’s back. “You’re out of line, Finn Hudson,” Kurt remarks coolly. “I don’t know where this is coming from, but you have no right to speak to me like that. You don’t own me, and it’s none of your business who I choose to spend my time with. I’m going to my room now, before you embarrass yourself further.” Head held high, but legs trembling, Kurt walks past Finn and into the lounge to bid goodnight to his father and Carole.
When he makes it to the relative safety of his room, he locks the door before leaning back against it with a shuddering sigh. He’s not entirely sure what just happened, but if things between Finn and Puck do get nasty, he’s pretty sure he just placed himself firmly on Team Puckerman. He thinks briefly about calling Puck up to warn him, but selfishly sweeps the thought away. Talking about Finn and his irrational jealousy would only ruin whatever Puck has planned for the night, and Kurt could really use the distraction right now. His clock is telling him that he still has five minutes before their scheduled tiebreaker. He carefully removes his shoes and socks, putting them in their nominated places in his closet before walking over to his bed. He stretches out, phone lying on the pillow next to him, and waits.
At precisely ten o’clock, 20th Century Boy comes blaring out of Kurt’s phone.
“Hi Puck,” he says, unable to stop the smile from creeping onto his face.
“Here’s how it’s going to go down,” Puck says authoritatively. “We’re going to have a little chat. The first one to come, loses.”
“The first one to come? Puck, that doesn’t make any sense.”
“It will in a moment,” Puck replies. “Do you remember the film we watched the other day, Kurt? The one with the hot guys?”
“Of course,” Kurt replies, still confused but also more than a little curious.
“Do you remember the way the blond was kissing the other guy’s neck?”
Kurt swallows thickly, his face heating at the memory. “Yes. I remember.”
“I want you to imagine he’s kissing your neck. Can you do that for me, Kurt?”
Kurt freezes, staring dumbstruck at the phone in his hand. Phone sex. Or a twisted version of it. That’s Puck’s big idea.
“You still there Humbug?” Puck asks.
“I’m here,” Kurt says quickly. “I’m imagining it.”
“Good boy,” Puck drawls, and Kurt has to bite his lip to stop from moaning. Puck’s voice is the very essence of sex: dark, dirty and so, so persuasive. If Puck told Kurt to strip naked and do the Macarena, Kurt would have done it. He settles instead for slipping a hand beneath his emerald green sweatpants and stroking his rapidly hardening cock.
“I bet you’re biting your lip. Trying to keep quiet, so that no one knows how much you’re enjoying this,” Puck says assuredly. “Don’t. I want to hear you, Kurt.” Kurt whimpers, and Puck chuckles lowly. “That’s more like it. He’s sliding his fingers under your shirt now, revealing all that beautiful pale skin.”
“Oh,” Kurt breathes, fingers tightening on his cock. He’s completely out of his depth here, and his inexperience suddenly seems to matter in a way it didn’t the other night. But as much as he’d like to just lay on his bed and let Puck talk him to completion, that would mean losing the bet, and Kurt’s competitive side isn’t ready to give up that easily. He might be a virgin when it comes to actually doing anything, but he’s definitely got a head full of ideas. “That feels so good,” he moans, blushing at how wanton he sounds even though there’s no one there to see him. It’s obviously the right thing to do, because Puck’s breath hitches and there’s a slight pause before he speaks again.
“He’s got his hands in your back pockets, grabbing that tight ass you’re always showing off. You’d like that, wouldn’t you Kurt?”
“Yes,” Kurt gasps. “I’d like that a lot.” His pyjamas, nice as they are, are nothing but an inconvenience now, so he wriggles out of them, kicking them to the end of his bed and spreading his legs to give himself better access. He licks a broad stripe up his palm before wrapping it around his cock again.
“He’s pulling you against him, making you ride his thigh while he kisses you,” Puck continues. “He’d be so hard for you. Fuck, Kurt, I’m so fucking hard right now.”
“Me too,” Kurt admits. He drags his fingernails along his inner thigh before returning his hand to where he wants it most. “Oh god, Puck, please keep talking.” He’s long past the point of caring about how desperate he must sound.
“Are you touching yourself?”
“Yes.”
“Me too. Fuck, why is that so fucking hot?”
Kurt can’t help laughing at that, despite thinking that its probably not an appropriate thing to be doing in the middle of sex, phone or otherwise. Puck’s laughing too though, so he figures it’s okay.
“I bet you’d taste amazing right now.”
Puck’s comment stops Kurt’s laughter in its tracks. A wicked gleam appears in his eyes and he slowly drags his index finger over the head of his cock, gathering the precome he finds there before bringing the digit to his lips and flicking his tongue out. “Mmm,” he moans. “As a matter of fact, I do.”
“Oh you did not just taste yourself,” Puck growls.
“Wanna bet?” Kurt asks silkily.
“Damn Kurt, you’re fucking filthy.”
“Is that a problem?”
“Hell no,” Puck exclaims. “The filthier the better as far I’m concerned.”
Kurt smirks, relieved that he’d read the other boy correctly.
“Tell me more. Tell me what you’re doing to yourself,” Puck urges. It’s not a request, like Kurt had made. It’s an order, and one that Kurt is happy to obey.
“My hand’s on my stomach, just below my bellybutton,” he murmurs. “I’m really sensitive there,” he adds after a brief pause.
“Are you still thinking about blondie? Pretending your hands are his?”
“Yes,” Kurt exhales, closing his eyes and imagining what it would feel like to have another boy stroking his bare skin.
“Stop,” Puck says firmly. “Those hands are mine now. It’s my thigh you’re rubbing yourself off on. My tongue that’s fucking your mouth.”
Kurt’s reaction is instantaneous and unreserved. His hips buck wildly as a long, drawn-out moan falls from his lips. “Fuck yes,” he groans. “You’d grip me hard enough to leave a mark. I’d be able to feel you there for weeks.”
“Damn right you would. I’d bite your neck too, so that everyone could see just how thoroughly I’d ravished you.”
“Puck,” Kurt pants. He couldn’t give a flying fuck about the bet anymore. He just wants to come, and he wants Puck’s voice in his ear when he does. “Don’t stop talking,” he begs. “Please don’t stop.”
“Do you want me to fuck you, Kurt?”
“Yes,” Kurt says immediately, and he means it. His cock twitches its approval of the idea, and Kurt grasps it again, giving himself a few leisurely tugs. He knows it won’t take long from here, but he’s not ready for it to end just yet.
“Want to feel me pushing into you, filling you up?”
“Oh god yes,” Kurt practically sobs down the phone. He shoves two fingers into his mouth; coating them with saliva before letting them drop down to trail around his entrance. One finger breaches the tight ring of muscle and he cries out in pleasure.
“You sound like sin when you moan,” Puck hums. “Are you going to get yourself ready for me? Ready for my cock?”
“Already doing it,” Kurt gasps. “I’ve got two fingers inside me right now.” The tips of his fingers brush against his prostate and his whole body shudders at the sensation. “Feels so good…not as good as you’d feel though…you’re so thick…fuck, I bet you’d feel amazing.” He’s speaking every thought that comes into his head now, but judging by Puck’s heavy breathing and murmured curses, the other boy doesn’t mind much at all.
“Kurt,” Puck growls.
“I wish you were here, pounding into me,” Kurt moans, sandwiching the phone between his shoulder and his ear and wrapping his now-free hand around his throbbing cock. He knows he can’t be far away now, he can feel the tingles beginning to spread through his body.
There’s a stream of curses from Puck’s end of the line, ending in something that may or may not have been Kurt’s name, and then silence. Hearing Puck moaning his name like that tips Kurt over the edge, and he comes with a loud cry of his own.
“You’re a fucking bastard, Kurt,” Puck says eventually, but there’s a lightness to his voice that tells Kurt that he’s not angry in the slightest.
For his part, Kurt is still trying to wrap his head around the fact that he just made Noah Puckerman come simply by talking to him. When his powers of speech are sufficiently recovered, he laughs. “I’ll have your song chosen by lunchtime tomorrow. Oh, and if you ever call me Humbug again I’ll make sure you live to regret it.”
Puck laughs heartily. “Understood. That was fucking incredible, by the way.”
“Yeah,” Kurt says quietly. “It was.”
“I’m going to go now, since I don’t want to incur the wrath of Hummel for depriving you of your beauty sleep, but I’ll see you tomorrow. Sweet dreams, Kurt.”
“Sweet dreams Puck.”
*
Kurt knows that the smart thing to do would be to pick a stupid song, laugh along with everyone else when Puck has to sing it, and then pretend the whole thing never happened. He could patch things up with Finn and go back to spending his Friday nights hanging out with Mercedes or practicing dance routines in his basement. He’s already given more of himself to Puck than he has ever shared with anyone else. Giving even more is a terrifying prospect. Plus, he has no idea if Puck simply got carried away by the situation, or if he really does want to do those things with Kurt. And if he does, would even Kurt let him?
The answer to that last one is embarrassingly easy. Yes. He wants Puck, he can admit that now. He wants that sexy, seductive boy to belong to him. Exclusively.
Kurt sighs, scrubbing a hand over his forehead with uncharacteristic disregard for his carefully styled hair.
“You okay sweetie?” Carole asks, entering the kitchen and pouring herself a cup of coffee.
He’s not sure why he asks Carole, of all people, but she’s there and Kurt could really use some advice from someone who isn’t likely to yell or hit him or tell him he’s being an idiot.
“Let’s say you have a chance to get something you never thought you’d have. It’s not illegal or deceitful or wrong in any way, but there’s a risk you might get your heart broken…would you do it?”
Carole smiles softly. “Yes.”
“Really?” Kurt asks. “You don’t even have to think about it?”
“There are worse things in life than a broken heart,” Carole replies. “But there are few things better than letting love into your life.”
Kurt flushes. He hadn’t been talking about love, exactly, but he gets the point Carole is trying to make, and he loves her for it. “Thanks Carole. I think I know what to do now.”
I want you to sing a song just for me.
He half-regrets the message the moment he hits the send button. Puck is probably going to laugh himself stupid when he gets it, and then choose something like ‘Dude Looks Like a Lady’ to sing.
When he gets to school he runs into Puck and Mercedes, who are deep in conversation at Kurt’s locker.
“Good morning” he says, slightly worried about seeing his best friend chatting so casually with the boy she’s always claimed to loathe. Oh God…what if Puck has told her what they did?
“Morning Kurt,” Puck says politely.
“Hey boy,” Mercedes says cheerfully. “Puck and I are trying to guess what song everyone’s going to sing for Glee this week. Any ideas?”
Mercedes shows no sign of knowing anything about Kurt’s recent activities, so he allows himself to relax, reeling off a list of show tunes that he thinks Rachel will probably pick from as they head towards the English class they all share. Mercedes links her arm through his, and Puck is as warm as he always is as he brushes against Kurt’s shoulder. All three of them are laughing by the time they enter the classroom. It’s nice. Very nice.
*
By the time Thursday’s Glee rehearsal rolls around Kurt is a nervous wreck. Finn still isn’t speaking to him; a problem that Kurt is probably only exacerbating by continuing to be seen in the company of Puck and Mercedes. He knows their friendship has come as a shock to everyone, but the three of them actually get along really well and it’s a relief to know that if Puck’s song suggests that he might want something more than friendship from Kurt, Mercedes at least will support his decision.
They sit together on the back row in the choir room, heads together as they take final guesses about song choices for the week. Mr Schue gives them a curious look as he enters the room but Rachel sticks her hand up and asks to go first before anything more can be made of the matter. She sings ‘Wind Beneath My Wings’ staring dreamily at Finn the entire time. Kurt stares at a spot on the wall and tries very hard not to throw up. Mr Schue calls on him next, which presents him with something of a dilemma. He’d prepared two songs for the week, depending on what Puck chose to sing. He’d never stopped to think that he might have to sing before Puck. His initial thought is to go ahead and sing the less personal of the two songs, thereby saving himself from any potential embarrassing letdown. But then Carole’s words from the other morning come back to him, and he takes a determined breath before stepping over to the piano and pointing to the appropriate sheet music.
I’m mad about the boy
And I know it’s stupid
To be mad about the boy
I’m so ashamed of it
But must admit
The sleepless nights I’ve had
About the boy
His voice is smooth, curling around the words as though the song was written specifically for him to sing. He sees everyone in the room turn their eyes to Finn, waiting for the quarterback’s reaction. Well, everyone but Puck. Finn is glaring murderously at the other boy, but Puck’s whole attention is fixed on Kurt. His face gives nothing away, but his eyes burn into Kurt’s very soul. He feels his legs tremble under the intensity of the gaze but he forces himself to keep singing. He’s come this far, he’s not about to back out now.
There’s the usual combination of applause and stunned looks when he finishes his song. He takes a minute to compose himself, before stepping back up to his seat as Finn prepares to sing his number.
“I thought you were over him,” Mercedes whispers, giving him a concerned look.
“Who said I was singing about Finn?” Kurt asks, winking at her. Her eyes widen and he knows that, regardless of the outcome of the afternoon, he’s going to have some explaining to do.
Finn croons “You Took the Words Right Out of My Mouth” at Rachel and Mr Schue nearly breaks his face beaming at his two lovebirds.
And then it’s Puck’s turn.
Kurt feels his heart jump when Puck picks up his guitar and takes a seat in the middle of the room. He plucks out a couple of notes and then stops, clearing his throat. “Kurt told me what to sing this week,” he says.
Kurt frowns. Part of the bet was that the loser had to make it seem like they really did choose the song themselves.
“But I’m not going to do what he said.”
Kurt’s whole body turns to ice. He squeezes his eyes shut, praying that it isn’t happening. Even with his eyes closed he can feel the smug look make its way over Finn’s face.
“The thing is,” Puck continues. “Singing for people has kinda become a cliché of mine. I’ve done it twice now, for people I didn’t even like that much - no offense.” He shoots a smile over at Rachel and Mercedes. Rachel just glares at him, but Mercedes offers a smile of her own in response. “And I know Kurt doesn’t like clichés.”
Kurt’s eyes snap open at that.
“I’m sorry if you feel I’m letting you down,” Puck says, looking straight at Kurt. “But you’re not just some chick I can use to boost my reputation. You’re so much more than that. And you deserve more than some cheesy seduction song. So I’m not going to sing you a song today. I’m just going to sing a song for me, and hope that you understand.”
I’ve lived for a high school grade, and running round a track
I’ve lived for a hundred girls that have never called me back
I’ve lived for the stage play and in a rock and roll band
But that’s all gonna end someday and I’ll have nowhere to stand.
I’ve lived for the future and especially the past
But tomorrow never got here and the memories don’t last
So I’m taking all I though I knew, and throwing it away
I’m gonna start living for everything, man I’m living for today
Kurt is well aware that the entire room is staring at him now, but he all he can focus on is Puck’s husky voice and the fact that he still hasn’t taken his eyes off Kurt. It’s better than anything Kurt had dared to hope Puck would sing. He’s never heard the song before, but he’s getting on iTunes as soon as he gets home and downloading it immediately, though he doubts that anyone could sing it as beautifully as Puck is doing.
I must have lived for more things than there are names to call
But right now I’m just living for a soft spot to fall
You see I’m tired, but I’m happy
‘Cause that’s what living for today can do
But it sure has been easy since I’ve been living every day with you
Yeah it sure has been easy since I’ve been living every day with you
Kurt stands up the moment Puck finishes the song, his messenger bag slung over one shoulder and Puck’s backpack in the other. “Mr Schue? Puck and I need to leave now.”
“But Kurt, rehearsal is only half way through,” Mr Schue replies, confused.
“I know. We’ll make it up to you all another time,” Kurt says firmly, already half way across the room.
“Yeah,” Puck says shakily. “Sorry guys.” He follows Kurt out of the room without a backward glance.
“So, you liked the song then?” Puck asks, all signs of nervousness forgotten as he leans against he wall of the classroom and smirks down at Kurt.
“It was perfect,” Kurt replies. He looks down at his feet. Now that he’s got Puck alone he finds he has no idea what to say. “My dad and Carole have gone away for the weekend,” he blurts. “And Finn is going straight to Rachel’s after Glee.”
Puck’s eyebrows jump halfway up his forehead. “Interesting,” he murmurs.
“I have no idea why I just said that,” Kurt says softly.
Puck’s arm finds its way around his shoulder as they walk towards the car park. “You said it because you’ve been thinking about me the way I’ve been thinking about you.”
Hope flares in Kurt’s chest, melting away the fear that had lingered there since the moment he stepped up to sing his song. “Does that mean you wouldn’t mind coming home with me?” he asks quietly.
Puck growls softly. “If you keep using that tone with me we won’t even make it home,” he replies, his breath skating over Kurt’s ear.
Kurt all but sprints to his car, turning back every two steps to make sure that Puck is still following him.
“Sorry,” he says when he reaches the Navigator. “I realise I look totally desperate right now.”
“You look fucking edible,” Puck replies. “As usual.”
“We need to get home. Now.” Kurt knows that if Mercedes were here right now she’d be telling him to make absolutely certain of Puck’s intentions before inviting him back to his house, but Kurt honestly couldn’t care less right now. He wants Puck more than he’s ever wanted anything, and unlike most other things that Kurt has wanted, he can have Puck.
Puck chuckles. “My car is three spaces away from yours. I’ll be right behind you.”
Kurt climbs into the driver’s seat and turns on the ignition, waiting until he hears Puck do the same before pulling out of his parking space.
The ten-minute drive to Kurt’s house seems to take an eternity, but finally they find themselves alone in the basement, bags dumped carelessly next to the stairs and Bowie playing on the stereo. Kurt can’t seem to stand still, much to Puck’s amusement. The drive home had given Kurt just enough time to remember how inexperienced he was, and convinced him that he was sure to be a let down for someone who practically exudes sex the way Puck does. Puck watches him pace for a few minutes before deciding to take matters into his own hands. He strides purposefully towards the smaller boy, fixing Kurt with a heated gaze. Kurt backs against the wall, and Puck follows, reaching up and brushing his hand along Kurt’s shoulder before curling it around his neck.
“I’ve never kissed a boy before,” Kurt whispers, his heart racing as Puck’s thumb brushes over the bare skin above his shirt collar.
“Me neither,” Puck replies, grinning.
And then another boy’s lips meet Kurt’s for the very first time.
Puck doesn’t kiss like Kurt thought he would. He’d been expecting messy tongues, like that terrible couple in the first porn film they watched. Instead, Puck is slow and exploratory. The soft slide of lips against his own causes Kurt to moan, the sound muffled by Puck’s mouth. The taller boy draws Kurt’s bottom lip into his mouth, sucking lightly. Kurt’s hand grips the front of Puck’s shirt, pulling him closer.
“Wow,” Kurt breathes, when the need for air finally forces them apart.
“You kiss like you were born to do it,” Puck murmurs, before leaning in for another kiss.
This one quickly turns heated, with Puck’s tongue nudging at Kurt’s lips, begging for entrance. Kurt opens his mouth, and when Puck’s tongue touches his for the first time he swears it’s a miracle that he doesn’t come right then and there. Puck’s hands leave Kurt’s cheeks to grip his waist, his thumbs kneading small circles right above Kurt’s hipbone.
“Bed,” Kurt moans, when Puck’s mouth leaves his in order to trail wet, open-mouthed kisses down his neck. “Please, Puck.”
“Whatever you say,” Puck replies, fingers latching on to Kurt’s belt buckle and pulling him forward as he walks backwards towards the bed. When the back of his knees hits the edge of the bed he lets himself fall, pulling Kurt with him.
The sheer joy of the situation is too much for Kurt’s small body to contain, and he bursts out laughing. Puck seems to understand without Kurt saying a word, and pretty soon he too is chuckling as he sets about undoing the buttons on Kurt’s shirt. “Okay?” he asks, kissing along Kurt’s exposed collarbone.
“No,” Kurt replies, and Puck freezes. “You’re taking too long,” Kurt explains, pulling Puck’s head up and capturing his lips in a fiery kiss.
Puck doesn’t waste any time after that, and pretty soon Kurt is lying shirtless on his bed with Puck’s tongue flicking over his nipples.
“Oh god,” Kurt gasps. “This is amazing. You are fucking amazing.”
Puck grins against Kurt’s skin, kissing it reverently. “And you are fucking gorgeous.” He drags his tongue down Kurt’s sternum, occasionally stopping to nip at the pale skin. Kurt’s hands dance across Puck’s head, urging him further down. When Puck sticks his tongue in Kurt’s bellybutton the younger boy bucks his hips so hard he nearly knocks Puck off the bed.
“You really are sensitive there, huh?” Puck comments.
Kurt nods furiously. “More,” he begs, hooking one of his legs over Puck’s waist. Puck sits up slightly and pulls his own shirt over his head. Kurt lets Puck know exactly how much he appreciates the view this offers, stretching out his hand and tracing the outline of Puck’s abs with his fingers.
Puck flashes him a feral grin before diving back in, licking and sucking at the skin around Kurt’s navel.
“Oh yes,” Kurt moans, making the most of the fact that there is no one home to hear them.
Puck’s hand slips down to brush against Kurt’s cock, and both boys let out loud groans. Kurt is stunned that Puck is the first one to go there.
“Wanna touch you Kurt,” Puck murmurs. “Can I?”
“Anything,” Kurt replies, breathless. “You can do anything.”
Without hesitation, Puck rids Kurt of his jeans and underwear, dumping them on the floor next to the bed. “Beautiful,” he exhales, his eyes trailing up and down the length of Kurt’s body.
“Please,” Kurt whines, his whole body flushing under Puck’s intense scrutiny.
Puck’s hand closes around him then, using the precome gathered at the head to make the friction a little smoother. Kurt cries out in delight, thrusting up into Puck’s hand.
“Fuck, I never thought it would feel this good,” Puck mutters, lavishing kisses on Kurt’s hips and thighs.
Kurt runs a tentative hand over Puck’s chest. “Come up here and kiss me again,” he requests, flicking his fingers against Puck’s nipple ring.
While Puck is busy plundering Kurt’s mouth, the smaller boy deftly undoes Puck’s belt. Puck isn’t wearing anything under his jeans, a fact that makes Kurt shiver pleasantly. He watches in bemusement as Puck wriggles out of his jeans, kicking them off his ankles.
“Fuck yes,” Puck replies, when he’s successfully rid himself of the rest of his clothing, before surging upwards and kissing Kurt deeply. Kurt’s hand slips down, fingernails scraping over angular hipbones and toned thighs.
“Please Puck,” he breathes into the other boy’s mouth. “Please let me touch you.”
“Yeah,” Puck groans. “It’s all yours babe.”
With trembling fingers, Kurt slides his hand to the left, throwing back his head and mewling when his hand meets warm, soft flesh. It’s so much better than he could ever have imagined. Puck continues to stroke Kurt’s cock, sucking at Kurt’s pulse point and marking his neck the way he’d mentioned the other night.
Feeling suddenly bold, Kurt removes his hand from Puck’s cock, grinning at the desperate whine that Puck lets out as a result. He brings his fingers to his lips and licks. “Mmm,” he hums. “You taste even better than I do.”
“Fuck, Kurt,” Puck groans, his eyes locked on Kurt’s tongue as it slides around his fingers. “You’ll be the death of me.”
“But what a way to go,” Kurt quips, wrapping his hand around Puck’s cock again and stroking him confidently.
Puck chuckles, his lips bouncing against Kurt’s upper arm. He leaves a trail of soft kisses down Kurt’s bicep before licking the inside of his elbow. “You taste even better than you look.”
“I’m so close now,” Kurt groans, his free hand gripping the bed sheets as Puck licks a hot stripe back up his neck.
“Me too,” Puck whispers, his lips brushing Kurt’s. “Come for me, Kurt. Come with me.”
Kurt’s speech is now reduced to mumbled expletives coupled with Puck’s name, but he nods frantically, his eyes locked on Puck’s. They’re moaning into each other’s mouths now, hands working in sync to bring each other to the very pinnacle of pleasure.
Puck bites down hard on Kurt’s ear, and it is enough to tip the other boy over the edge. He comes hard, scraping his nails down Puck’s back. The jock groans loudly and then he’s coming into Kurt’s hand, hot and sticky and oh so wonderful.
Kurt’s not entirely sure what to expect now, but when Puck collapses next to him and throws a lazy arm over Kurt’s waist, he finds that he’s more than happy to lie there for as long as Puck wants them to.
Almost a full hour passes before they decide to head upstairs in search of dinner. They spend the time talking about everything and nothing; an easy, relaxed conversation that gives Kurt hope that this is more than a one-time thing. Kurt dresses in a pair of old sweatpants and a grey off-the-shoulder t-shirt, whilst Puck pulls his jeans back on but leaves his shirt lying where it had been thrown on top of Kurt’s lampshade.
They both receive the shock of their lives when they find Finn standing in the kitchen making tacos.
“You’re supposed to be at Rachel’s,” Kurt says, all the colour draining from his face. Puck automatically steps closer to him, wrapping an arm around his waist.
“I was worried about you, so I came straight home,” Finn replies, staring at Puck with an unreadable expression on his face. “You fucked my little brother,” he says eventually, refusing to look at Kurt.
Puck nods.
“And you’re still here.”
Puck nods again.
“You want this?” he asks, turning to Kurt.
“Of course I do!” Kurt explodes. “He didn’t rape me, if that’s what you’re worried about.” He fixes Finn with a disgusted look.
“That’s not what I meant,” Finn says hurriedly. “I mean, you want him to be your boyfriend and stuff?”
“Yeah,” Kurt says softly, even though he hasn’t even talked about it with Puck. He hides enough at school as it is; he’s not going to start hiding in his own home.
“Right,” Finn says, and to Kurt’s surprise he offers his hand to Puck. “Look after him,” he says, shaking Puck’s hand. He turns to Kurt. “I owe you an apology.” Puck looks surprised.
“Go on,” Kurt says. As much as he wants things to be okay with Finn, he was truly hurt by what Finn said, and he has no intention of forgiving him without a proper apology first.
“I was wrong to speak to you like that. And to try and control you. I just don’t want to see you get hurt anymore. I don’t really understand how you and Puck can have come so far in such a short period of time, but if he makes you happy then it’s okay be me,” he says earnestly. “So what do you say…can I be your brother again?”
Kurt pauses for a moment. He’s not sure he’s ready to forgive Finn quite so easily, but he’s in such a good mood right now, and he doesn’t want to make a scene given that Puck has no idea what’s being going on between the two of them. Eventually, he gives Finn a small smile. “Sure.”
Finn pats his shoulder awkwardly. “Good. I missed you, Kurt. But…seeing as how everything’s cool here…I think I might head over to Rachel’s. Is that okay?”
Kurt glances at Puck before responding. “Fine by us.”
Finn bids them both goodnight before grabbing his jacket and heading out the door.
“Alone again,” Puck remarks, wrapping his arms around Kurt from behind and kissing his neck. Kurt grins. Obviously Puck’s not entirely against the boyfriend idea.
“So it would seem.”
“Are you okay?” Puck asks, turning Kurt around so that they are face to face.
“Never better,” Kurt replies, smiling up at Puck. “I had no idea that winning felt so good.”
“You didn’t win,” Puck replies firmly.
“Oh yes I did,” Kurt shoots back, getting into argument position.
“No,” Puck replies, brushing a stray hair from Kurt’s forehead. “You didn’t. I did. I won you.” He leans down and captures Kurt’s lips in a scorching kiss.
“That’s pretty much the gayest thing you’ve ever said,” Kurt murmurs as they break apart, laughing at Puck’s blushing face.
“Yeah well, get used to it. I’m a full time ass man now after all.”
“I intend to make sure of it,” Kurt retorts, sliding his hands into the back pockets of Puck’s jeans and leaning up for another kiss.
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Secondary Author's Notes: The song that Kurt sings is Mad About the Boy, which you can hear here and Puck's song is For Today, which is here. Two of my favourite songs in the history of ever, and I think that Chris and Mark could do great versions of them.