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[justbeingaqueen]

Who: justbeingaqueen, rockstarwarbler and jewhawk (Posting order)
What: Bringing sexy back
Where: Hummel-Anderson Mansion
When: Saturday afternoon
Rating: Hard R... pardon the pun

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[rockstarwarbler]

Their mouths were crashed together in a heated and hungry snog, and Blaine once again decided that Kurt's tongue needed a fucking Oscar, a Golden Globe, a Pulitzer and a Nobel Peace Prize just because it was so goddamn freaking talented. Blaine was sprawled on his back while Kurt's hips thrust purposefully in a well-practised rhythm. All that dancing to Beyonce had so paid off over the years... for Blaine. Sometimes it seemed like Kurt was double-jointed with how much sexual prowess he had with those hips. The catwalk swagger was just one of many signature moves he had that also gave him an ass that just wouldn't quit.

But there was no only pounding, and thrusting, and tongue fucking of mouths. Kurt had his hand tightly fisted around Blaine's cock, and he was doing this awesome twisty thing with his wrist to increase and decrease pressure with every stroke to match the thrusting of his hips. Blaine broke the kiss to moan deeply and suck in a sharp breath as he writhed under Kurt on that extremely expensive rug that was probably going to need dry cleaning. "Fuck... fucking trying to kill me, you naughty bitch," he growled through gritted teeth as he grabbed Kurt's ass, fingers sinking into he soft flesh there as he pulled Kurt's hips forward to take him deeper. "Harder, baby. Fuck, I love your cock. I can't get enough of it. I want to feel you right into fucking next week." Yeah, Blaine loved dirty talk, but it was all he got out before he claimed Kurt's lips again in another heated kiss.

The only thing was, one tiny little portion of information that slipped their mind was that their close friends had keys, and could come and go whenever they liked...

[jewhawk]

Puck had been watching Queer as Folk at his place, wondering why the fuck he liked this goddamn show so much. It was crazy, and really fucking cool. He found himself wondering if this automatically made him bi, or whatever... especially since the sex scenes were actually really fucking hot.

In a sort of awkward, what the fuck is my life now daze, Puck realized that he really really needed a chat with his BFF to get his head back on straight... or not-straight, whatever the case may be, and drove over unannounced to the casa de Hummel/Anderson, letting himself in with the key he'd had as long as Kurt and Blaine had lived here.

As he walked into the living room, he was greeted with far more of Kurt and Blaine than he'd ever really wanted to see, but what they were doing was... Holy shit, how did Kurt manage that angle? Damn, was his only coherent thought, before sense took over, and he shook his head, starting to back away quickly. "Shit... Fuck, I'm sorry, guys," he said, turning tail and heading toward the kitchen in a hurry.

[justbeingaqueen]

In his school days, if Kurt had been walked in on or caught having sex, it would have been on the levels of a natural disaster. He would have been mortified and probably sworn off doing it ever again. In fact, that is exactly what happened when Carole walked in on him and Blaine once, and it took Blaine a week to convince him that they weren't doing anything wrong, and that yes, it was embarrassing, but it was no reason to stop doing it. These days, however, Kurt had extensively grown into his sexual side, and his sexuality, and he wasn't ashamed of anything to do with sex. He ooze sex appeal, and used his body for his career. Why the hell would he be shy or embarrassed? It was just sex. Everyone did it.

When he realised Puck had just rudely walked in on them, though, he was more irked by the fact it had been a disruption in his rhythm than anything else. They both paused for just a few moments to glance breathless over at the door just in time to see Puck doing a bolt back out of it. It was only a few beats that Kurt missed, however, before he looked back to Blaine, licking his lips and rolled his hips again to pick right back up where they left off. "You need to discuss key etiquette with yo' bro, homie," he told Blaine with a smirk in his best homie impersonation and then gave Blaine's cock a particularly determined squeeze so they could finish this off. No way was he stopping and not getting his fucking orgasm.

[rockstarwarbler]

Blaine had no choice but to break into a breathless, panting snort of laughter at Kurt's comment. It was the small scrunch of the nose that just proved to rile Blaine up even more. Fuck, he loved every tiny little part of Kurt, and also his very much not tiny parts, too. He cursed softly at Puck's piss-poor timing, but he was with Kurt on this one. There was going to be no stopping until completion. If there was, Blaine was definitely going to die and he was too young for that yet. Death by cock explosion wasn't how he wanted to go, either.

With a determined grunt, he arched his back and pushed back against Kurt right before matching his pounding thrust for thrust. He dragged him back into a biting kiss, and they were as closely intertwined as they possibly be from lip to toe as they literally rode each other in the embrace through the final vestiges of the heated fucking. It was Blaine who came first, exploding as he abruptly broke the kiss to cry out Kurt's name, fingers paused where they had been teasing the cleft of Kurt's ass. It was only a few moments later that Kurt followed, biting down on the sweep of Blaine's throat. He cursed hoarsely in French against Blaine's ear and slumped on top of him, hot, sweaty and satiated. Blaine could feel Kurt's tongue lapping over the path he had just assaulted with his teeth. There was going to be a mark there... just the way Blaine liked it. "Fuck, who's idea was it to give out keys again?" he complained rhetorically, hand smoothing over the damp plains of Kurt's back to reach his bum again.

[jewhawk]

Puck was sitting awkwardly in the kitchen when he heard Kurt's name tear free from Blaine's lips, and Jesus, why the fuck had he stopped, even just for a moment, and actually not run away in horror at seeing two of his friends going at it? Oh, probably the same reason he'd watched the entire first season of Queer as Folk over the last few days, and was almost sure he hadn't blinked the entire time.

He felt absolutely certain he was losing his mind. Or that he'd never really found it to start with. This was crazy. How the fuck could a guy go through more than 20 years of his life and still miss the fucking memo that he liked dudes. It couldn't be, could it?

But he couldn't deny that he was addicted to a show about gay guys... And he'd just been completely creepy and not immediately done the whole "Holy shit! They're fucking!" dash for the door when he walked in on his best friend having sex.

What. The. Fuck?

[justbeingaqueen]

What Kurt really wanted to do was lie there and snuggle in front of the fire in a post-coital, naked, hazy bliss where the rest of the world didn't exist. But it did exist, didn't it? And part of it was somewhere in their house, unless Puck ran out in horror at the notion of Blaine taking it up the ass in the flesh and not just by hearsay. He did indulge in a few moments of it before he gave a soft growl of annoyance and shifted to pull out of Blaine, but dipped his head to give him a soft kiss as he did. "You go clean up, beautiful. I'll go make sure Puck isn't drowning himself in the pool in terror."

He kissed Blaine's nose and then sat back on his haunches to stretch out the exertion, not unlike a cat. He was still sweaty and he swept his damp hair back off his face and then stood up to saunter over to where his pants were. He pulled them on without underwear, followed by his silk shirt which he didn't bother buttoning up. Puck better have a damn fucking awesome explanation for this, he decided as he padded from the spacious living room into the next area of the mansion that was the massive kitchen and attached informal dining room that looked out onto the Hollywood Hills. Once he got there, he leant casually against the jamb of the door, loosely folding his arms and quirking a questioning eyebrow at the mowhawked one.

[rockstarwarbler]

After watching Kurt's ass the entire time he got dressed... well, half-dressed... and then kept watching as he sashayed out of the room with those goddamn hips of his, Blaine lay there on the rug with a groan, really not wanting to move. Hot sex like that should always be followed by snuggles, and lots of them, and now he was getting short-changed? It sucked! It wasn't fair, and it was lucky he didn't have the same level of Diva in him that Kurt did, or he could be divaing-out right now.

Instead, he half-heartedly dragged himself up off the rug and crawled over to grab his own jeans and shirt, balling them under his arm to take to the bathroom with him. He did need to clean up, something he wouldn't have bothered with straight away if there was snuggling. Just so long as Kurt didn't need to lie in the wet spot, he was fine with anything these days.

[jewhawk]

Puck looked up at Kurt as he sauntered in with all the swagger of someone who'd just had ridiculously fucking hot sex, which, Puck could totally vouch for the fact that it had appeared pretty fucking hot. And the way Kurt came in to talk to him, half-dressed, and still tousled looking post-sex, almost made Puck laugh, remembering how he'd once been referred to as a baby penguin. Gone was the schoolboy shyness, and Puck had actually come to appreciate how comfortable Blaine and Kurt were with themselves and their sex lives. It had made them even more fun to be around than before, though Puck often joked that he could only deal with so many, "OH MY GOD, KURT AND I DID (fill in the blank)!" stories from Blaine.

"I... um... I just needed to talk to Blaine," Puck said, picking at his nails awkwardly as he tried to make heads or tails of the fact that he had just fucking perved on his friends having sex... and not just having sex, but having gay, up the ass, two dudes sex. And he couldn't deny that it was fucking hot, and he'd been intrigued.

[justbeingaqueen]

"He's indisposed. Can I help?" Kurt replied with a smirk as he pushed off the door jamb and went over to the fridge. Blaine would be back in a few minutes, but it was too much fun giving Puck a hard time. You can't just walk in on a good hard fuck (come on, Blaine was dirty talking) and not get a bit of punishment in return. He took a bottle of Evian out and unscrewed the cap, taking a long mouthful from it before he pressed the cool exterior to his cheek and throat.

He scratched his fingertips lethargically over his toned stomach, the skin feeling a little itchy from the perspiration. It would probably be about this time that he and Blaine had a nap together to recharge the batteries, and even though they had been disturbed, the sleepy satisfaction was setting him, causing his eyes to be heavy-lidded and a faint smile settled on his lips. This must be what it felt like to be a hippie. "It better be important," he felt the need to add.

[rockstarwarbler]

Blaine arrived a few moments later before Puck had a chance to respond. Shirt and jeans were in place, but his attempt to try and calm his unruly post-coital curls had failed, and he knew he still had the last vestiges of a sex rash prickled over his neck and throat to accompany the hickies he could feel there. The foreplay before they even got to the main event had been intense enough. They had gone to town on each other, and as he shuffled barefoot into the kitchen, his eyes immediately zeroed in on Kurt's bare belly, and saw a lovebite forming there. Huh. Blaine could hardly even remember doing that.

It took some effort to drag his eyes away from Kurt's body, though. He could have stood there and stared at it forever. He cleared his throat and his gaze was thrown to Puck now. "Ah, hey," he finally offered with a wave.

[jewhawk]

"I... um... maybe?" Puck offered, holding his hands out palms up. "I guess you or Blaine could... Maybe..." He tried to gather his thoughts into something that made sense when Blaine came into the room.

"Hey, dude," Puck replied, almost adding What's up? but stopping just short, since he kind of already knew the answer. "I... Sorry I dropped in... I should've... called... or... something. Yeah." He hated being at a loss for words like this, but damn. What were you supposed to say? Sorry I stopped a second and watched you getting fucked into the rug by your boyfriend? He had to guess that wasn't the best of plans at the moment.

[justbeingaqueen]

Kurt yawned and then gave a small roll of his eyes as he recapped his bottle of water. He didn't feel awkward at all, but clearly Puck was. At least he wasn't totally freaking out and shouting from the hilltops how straight he was, and how many girls he screwed for emphasis like Kurt expected him to. Maybe that should have rung warning bells for Kurt, but he was still in the post-fuck indifferent haze and he breezed past Puck with a long-suffering bitchpls look. "I'll leave you two alone," he decided.

He came over to Blaine, hand going to the back of his head and pulled him into another lingering kiss. "I'm going to take a shower. Shame you can't join me," he told him with a smile and then wandered out of the room without another thought.

[rockstarwarbler]

Blaine's hands have reflexively gone to Kurt's bare waist beneath the opened shirt in the kiss, but when Kurt stepped away and left, Blaine just dropped his hands at his side helpless and watched the empty doorway for a moment. Shower... Kurt in a shower... Kurt wet in a shower... Blaine's tongue rested between his lips while he indulged in that imagery for a moment. Once thing was for certain, no matter how long they had been together, the passion had only increased.

He spun around again and threw out his hands. "Duuuude... DUDE!" he cried with an overexaggerated whimper. He went over to the breakfast and flopped his head an arms down on it. "I was getting fucked within an inch of my life, goddamnit!"

[jewhawk]

Puck knew that, were the shoe on the other foot, he'd be equally frustrated, and offered Blaine an apologetic look "Sorry?" he said with a shrug. "I know... I didn't mean to interrupt, dude... I had to get... out of my place for a little while is all... I didn't mean to... Yeah."

He sighed, looking down at his hands, where his nails and cuticles were all chewed to shit from the last few days. "Umm... Anyways."

[rockstarwarbler]

Blaine sighed, but stayed in his position all-but hugging the counter top. "At least you don't need bailing out of prison. That's a start. You're not bleeding or in the back of an ambulance. Another plus. Though, Kurt might have put you in one if he was in anymore of an aggressive mood... just saying..."

He lifted his head and dropped it into his hands, elbows resting on the counter. "Fireplace sex, dude... fireplace sex. AND skipping shower sex for you. He's up there, in a shower, naked, and without me. This had better be damn fucking good, I swear."

Icon could not be more perfect :P

[jewhawk]

Now that Blaine was giving him the look of death, Puck realized he'd better have a damn good explanation for being here, and "I had to get out of my house" wasn't going to suffice.

"Dude, I... I told Mike about what happened... a few days ago, I went to hang out at his place..." he began slowly, trying to get his fucking brain to work before he said anything really stupid. "About what I did at the party and all..."