Fic: If It's Not Rough, It Isn't Fun Part 3a /?
Title: If It's Not Rough, It Isn't Fun (Part 3a/?)
Author: janekrahe
Rating: NC-17 for bad language, homophobia, and graphic sex
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Puck/Kurt
Warning: shades of dub-con (only if you're sensitive to the subject, really)
Spoilers: let's just say for every episode aired, to be safe
Disclaimer: Hmm, if I owned Glee... Puck would have given in to those naughty feelings about Kurt by now! As it is, I don't own them. And I'm certainly not getting paid for this. (sadly)
Author Notes: Um, so, I wish I could stop describing Kurt with words like “soft” and “sweet”, but that’s exactly what he is, so..... I fail at vocabulary. Also, violent abuse of italics and commas...
Summary: A chance encounter in the boys locker-room sends Kurt and Puck spiraling into a strange pattern of lust and denial.
ALSO: For some reaosn, LJ wanted me to split this into two parts, so the link to 3b is at the bottom of the page.
Part 1 Part 2
Noah sat on the hood of his car. The night was cool and it was times like that, with the breeze and the silence, that he felt the most like himself.
And he needed to be honest with himself.
He was maybe not as straight as he used to think.
He still loved girls; girls were hot and feline and slinky. But Kurt... he was soft and sweet, but still so very male, and he had Noah's radar all screwed up.
Noah sighed. He was turning into a girl with all the self-reflection. Time to focus; Kurt’s house was up the street and that pretty little piece of ass was waiting for him.
He stood, his hands in his pockets, and headed down the block. At Kurt’s place, he surreptitiously glanced in the first-floor window. Was that really Kurt’s dad? He was drinking an MGD and watching Kane and Rey Mysterio pound each other into the mat. Puck hurried past, making his way to the basement window. He tapped on the glass and waited, telling himself he wasn’t nervous.
The window opened. “Hi,” Kurt breathed.
And that one syllable was enough to set Puck off. He slid feet first through the window, earning him a gasp from Kurt, who stepped back and wrapped his arms around himself. He was wearing a thin t-shirt and soft yoga pants, and his hair was mussed and damp. He'd obviously just showered; Noah could smell the delicate scent of expensive soap. "Look," Kurt began, his voice shaking, "I'm not sure this is such a good idea. I mean, my dad's upstairs -"
Noah wasn't sure where the words came from, but they tumbled from his lips, rough and dark. "I bet that would turn you on, wouldn't it, getting fucked down here while your daddy's upstairs, knowing we could get caught, begging for my cock and trying to be quiet at the same time-"
Kurt gasped, his face turned red, and that was it. Noah growled and pounced at the boy. Pushing him onto his back on the bed, Noah sealed his mouth over the pulse on that slim white neck and sucked. Kurt gave a soft cry and arched into him. Kurt's cloth-covered cock ground against Noah's and he rocked his hips down, pressing Kurt to the mattress.
Pulling back, Noah wrenched Kurt's shirt off and tossed it somewhere behind him. He got up off the bed and pulled the thin grey sweats down Kurt's legs, getting them tangled at his ankles. He flipped Kurt onto his stomach and growled, "Stay."
Kurt whimpered and Noah watched as fine tremors worked their way down the boy's spine. Noah grinned. Who would've thought the kid actually liked being pushed around? Fumbling with his button with one hand, he groped blindly with the other, ripping open the drawer in the bedside table. Just as he managed to push his jeans down to his thighs, his other hand grasped onto a small bottle of lotion. He popped the top off and dripped it down his fingers. Leaning over, Noah latched his mouth onto the back of Kurt's neck, sucking on the smooth flesh. His finger circled Kurt's hole.
"Ah!" Kurt cried softly, jerking. Noah's bit down on the back of Kurt's neck and the boy still instantly. "That… that lotion's expensive," Kurt whispered shakily.
Noah laughed, tonguing against the boy's salty skin. He pushed his finger forward and was shocked when it slid in smooth and easy. Kurt keened and pressed his hips back towards Noah. "You've done this before," Noah growled, a hot wave of anger rushing through him, though he wasn't sure quite what he was angry about.
Glancing over his shoulder with sex-glazed eyes, Kurt replied breathily, "Well, yeah. I masturbate just like anyone else."
Noah smiled slowly. So it hadn't been with a person then. "Do you really have a dildo stashed somewhere around here?" The thought was insanely hot.
Noah curled his finger and Kurt whimpered, nodding his head. "Yes," he gasped. "Yes, it's… under the bed."
Noah considered it for moment, pulling out the rubber cock and watching Kurt fuck himself with it. Until Kurt's ass clenched around his finger and fuck that. They could do that later. For now all Noah could think about was burying himself inside that tight space and never coming out.
He added a second finger and then a third when it proved to be easy. Kurt writhed beneath him, bucking his hips back, his cock red and leaking, dripping onto the bed. Noah pulled his hand back and began to unbutton his pants - and then stopped.
He hadn't brought a condom.
"Fuck," he muttered.
"Hmng?" Kurt seemed beyond words for the moment.
"I didn't bring a rubber."
Lust-blown glasz eyes peered at him over a white shoulder. "And that matters why?"
Noah spluttered for a moment. "Well, we -"
"Are you clean?" Kurt's voice was muffled, half his face still pressed to the pillow, but Noah knew exactly what he was asking.
"Yes." Hell yes. He'd had everything checked since Babygate.
"And I'm not a girl," Kurt said. "We're fine. Just… remember for next time, okay?"
Noah nodded. Without another word, he gripped the smaller boy's hips. Lining himself up, he began the slow press forward. This was promptly subverted when Kurt planted his hands on the bed and shoved himself backwards. Noah's head fell back and he bit into his bottom lips to keep from shouting as he bottomed out inside Kurt. He'd never felt anything quite so hot or tight and dear God he wasn't going to last. Noah stilled, breathing hard, trying to ease himself back from the edge.
Kurt, however, had other plans. He reached back and gripped Noah's ass and pulled him forward. "Christ Puck," he grated out in a voice that had dropped several octaves. "Just fuck me already."
There was no way Noah could stop. The entire US fucking Army led by Sue Sylvester in a bikini could not have stopped Noah. He thrust forward and took up a deep, rolling rhythm. Kurt moaned and buried his face in his pillow. Noah leaned over and sucked on Kurt's neck, just under his ear. They moved together in slick sweat and heat. Fine tremors ran through Kurt's body every time Noah struck his prostate, and each one in turn ran up Noah's dick and over his spine. It was like they were connected; everything Kurt felt, Noah felt.
Kurt began shuddering and muttering breathy little oh's, over and over. The sound was so damn hot and dirty and it sounded like he was close, but Noah hadn't even touched his cock yet, so he couldn't be, right?
Noah wasn't prepared for it when Kurt came. He bit down on his pillow to muffle his sob (did that boy always sound like he was crying?) and jerked his hips as he spilled all over his starched white sheets. Noah gasped as Kurt's entire body convulsed, his tight channel sealing itself around Noah's cock like a vacuum. Noah bit down on Kurt's neck as he followed him over the edge, holding the shuddering boy to his chest and thrusting forward as far as he could go.
When it was over he collapsed, barely managing to remember not to trap the kid underneath him. Noah dropped down unto his side and pulled Kurt close to him. He breathed into the boy's hair, content and satisfied for the first time in a long time.
But Kurt… Kurt seemed awfully still in his arms. "Kurt?" Noah said softly. "Hummel, you alive?"
"What are we doing?" was the hushed reply.
Noah huffed. "Post-coital cuddling is awesome," Noah replied. "And totally manly, so shut up about it."
Kurt sighed. "That's not -"
And no, Noah did not want to have that conversation right now, not when he was so damn happy. He placed a kiss on Kurt's shoulder. "We should get some sleep."
Kurt was silent for a moment. Then he said, "Yeah. We should." He reached over and flipped off the bedside lamp, plunging them into darkness. His breathing soon evened out as he fell into slumber.
Noah lay awake until the sun came up.
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Kurt winced as he slid out of the driver's seat of his Explorer the next morning. Kurt had awoken that day to find himself alone in bed, his pants around his ankles and dry come gluing him to the sheets. Not his most dignified morning. But the pillow had stilled smelled like Puck, and well… that was just fine.
He was a little ashamed of the wave of emotion that had hit him the night before. Puck had made him come untouched, something that Kurt had never done, and it had been hot and dirty and amazing. And then the fucker had cuddled him. Drawn him close and snuggled. And what the hell was up with that? When there was nothing resembling affection between them, Kurt could deal quite well with their… whatever. But when Puck held Kurt, his arms warm and strong around him, his heartbeat on Kurt's back - he'd had to choke back tears. Because it wasn't real. It felt nice, but that's all it was.
Now, in the harsh light of day, Kurt was able to convince himself his moment of weakness had been caused by rushing hormones and the loss of his virginity.
Mercedes took one look at him when he arrived at his locker and hauled him into the girls' bathroom. Sitting him down in the chair usually reserved for slushy victims, Mercedes crossed her arms and said, "Alright, boy. Spill."
"What?" Kurt squeaked. "I don't -"
"You stink like sex."
Kurt winced. "Puck… came to my house last night."
Mercedes sighed. "Honey, tell me you didn't give it up to that player."
Kurt avoided her gaze.
Mercedes frowned. "What am I going to do with you?"
The bell rang then, and Kurt was able to rush off. He'd never been so happy to get to class. Unfortunately, it just so happened to be a class he shared with Puck. Sliding into his usual seat in the front, Kurt kept his eyes on the teacher as Puck sauntered into the classroom. Normally Puck sat in the very back corner as if he already had one foot out the door. This morning, however, he sat down right behind Kurt. Kurt could feel the dark eyes on him and he fought not to fidget.
A few minutes into class, Puck leaned forward and breathed into Kurt's ear, "You didn't even try to cover up that hickey. That's so fucking hot."
Hickey?! Kurt pulled out his compact and held it up, turning his head. There was a large purple-red bruise marring his perfect white neck. Kurt turned the mirror to see Puck giving him lusty eyes in the reflection. Kurt stuck his tongue out at him and turned his attention back to the teacher.
Puck pulled him into supply closets twice that day. Each time Kurt stumbled out, flushed and panting, adjusting his clothes and trying to regain some semblance of dignity.
During Glee that afternoon, Kurt did his best to keep his eyes on Schue though he could feel Puck's dark gaze from across the room. Afterwards, he headed to his car. A note was stuck under the windshield wiper. Plucking it up in his slim fingers, Kurt read:
Kurt -
I should probably give you a break tonight. You're still a newbie J But I want to see you tomorrow night. I'll be there at eleven.
- Puck
Kurt smiled to himself. The gesture was almost sweet. Getting in his car, it dawned on him what he'd just thought.
He was maybe sorta falling for Puck. And he was fucking screwed.
Onto part 3b