Alternate Endings
Title: Alternate Endings
Pairing,Character(s): Kurt/Puck,
Rating: R,
Spoilers: up to episode 6, just to be safe
Summary: Puck wants Kurt to forget about the bad things.
A/N: Sequel to Payback Alternate ending to Replacing the Bad. Also, please don't get mad at me, this is the first time I've ever written something like this, I usually just write the cute, angsty stuff.
He pulls away from you, looking up at you with a confused look on his face. “Did you just call me baby?”
I shrug. “I can call you Hummel instead if you want.”
He wrinkles his nose at that. “I’d rather you call me Kurt.”
You take a step closer to him so that your chest is pressing to his. “Whatever you want.” You lower your head so that your mouth is right next to his ear. “Kurt.”
You can feel him shiver. You run a hand down his side, leaving it to rest on his waist. He pulls away from you just so he can press his lips to yours. You feel him wrap his arms around your neck. You lick his lips, and he opens his mouth, his tongue meeting yours.
Your thoughts go back to earlier in the day, when you gave Kurt his first kiss. You wish you could have given him a good first time, instead of it being stolen by some jerk football players. So, you’re going to give him a new first that will hopefully help forget the other one, even though you’re scared.
You pull away from him, moving to sit on his bed. He follows you, giving you a questioning look. “We keep doing that and I’m gonna want to do more, but I don’t want to push you.” You place your hand on his knee.
He smiles as he lays his head on your shoulder. “You wont be pushing me.”
You remove your hand from his knee and drape it over his shoulders. “You say that now. I just don’t want to hurt you.”
He pushes you onto the bed, and straddles your hips. He tenses up a few seconds later, no doubt thinking about the football players. He rolls off of you and curls up at the bottom of the bed. You sit up and pull him close to you. He has tears rolling down his cheeks but doesn’t say anything, or make any noise.
“Hey,” He looks up at you. “I’m not going to push you but I have an idea that might make you feel better.” You know he's not going to be able to handle anything else, no matter what he says. So, you're going to give him a new first that will hopefully replace the other one, at least until he's ready to have sex
He nods. “What are you going to do?”
You smile and pull away from him. “Lay down, and take your shoes off.”
He does as you say, but not before giving you a look that says he thinks your crazy. He stacks up his pillows so that he can see you. You smile at him and start to undo his belt. He tenses slightly, and covers your hands with his. You pull his hands up to your mouth and kiss them.
“Trust me, okay? I’m not going to push you, but I want you to give it a shot.”
“Okay.” He moves his hands so that they are by his side. You smile as you return to what you were doing.
Once his belt is undone, you move onto unbuttoning, and unzipping his pants. You gently pull them off because you can just hear him bitching at you if you do anything to ruin his pants. You just sit on the edge of the bed and look him up and down as he lay there in his designer shirt and boxers. Designer boxers, really? You can’t help but laugh a little at that. He just gives you an evil look, and you wave your hand as if telling him to not worry about it.
You move away from him, smiling at him the whole time. “Ready?”
He nods and runs a hand through your mohawk. “I’ve wanted to do that for the longest time.”
You smile at him and roll your eyes. “Is that the only thing you’ve wanted to do to me?”
“Me do to you, no.” He’s smirking as he runs hands down your chest, stopping at the hem of you t-shirt. “I also want to do this.” He tugs your shirt up, and you raise your arms above your head, helping him.
“Huh. My turn.” You carefully unbutton his shirt, sliding it off his shoulders. He raises himself off the bed so you can get it off the bed. You can’t help but scowl at his undershirt. “Man, you wear too many layers.” You pull his undershirt off, throwing it onto the ground. You stare at his now naked form, taking it all in. You look up at his face, and he looks scared. You mentally yell at yourself for forgetting about the last time he had a guy looking at him while he was naked. Well, you assume he was naked, you didn’t wait for those details before beating up the football players, and you weren’t going to ask Kurt. “You okay?”
“Yeah, just give me a minute.” He places his hand on your chest, but he doesn’t push you away. He scrunches his nose. “You have on too many clothes.”
You roll your eyes as you undo your pants, throwing them, along with your boxers, to the floor. You wave your hand over your body, raising an eyebrow at Kurt. He laughs, but you can still tell he’s nervous. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”
“No. I want to, but you haven’t told me what your idea was.” You give him a look like he’s stupid, and wave your hand over your naked body again. “I get that. You said I was going to do something, not you.”
“Right.” You flip over so that Kurt is straddling your hips again. His eyes go wide. “Relax, we aren’t doing what you think we are, but if I was to straddle you, I might flatten you.”
“What?”
“You gonna make me say it?” He doesn’t move. You wonder if he’s thinking about what happened earlier, or if he doesn’t understand what you’re suggesting. “Fine, I can’t believe I’m saying this out loud. Kurt, I want you to fuck me.”
“What?” He sounds like a broken record player. If it was anyone other than Kurt, you would say fuck it and just fuck him. It is Kurt though, and you want to give him something no one else can ever have.
“Kurt. I want you to fuck me.” He shakes his head, and tries to move off of you, but you just tighten your grip on his hips. “It’s going to be fine.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.” You can see the tears starting to form. You’re amazed that after everything that’s happened to him today, he only cares about hurting you.
You remove your hand from his hip and use it to cradle his cheek. “You aren’t going to hurt me. I’ll walk you through it if you need me to.”
He just nods. “What do I have to do?”
You open your mouth to say something but end up closing it, not sure what to say. For the first time in a long time, you have no clue how to start the sex process, and did you just say the sex process? You really need to just start this before you say something stupid and Kurt leaves. “Um, need to get both of us ready.”
He nods again. “How?”
You really hope he isn’t that clueless. Unless the football players didn’t prepare him or themselves. You weren’t even sure if they used a condom. For all you know they just shoved into him, and just pounded into him over and over again. “Okay, do you have lube and a condom?”
“Yeah.” He gets off of the bed and goes to rummage through one of his drawers, pulling out a tube of lube and a condom. You can’t help but smile at how optimistic he is to have that stuff on hand. He places the stuff next to you and sits down on the bed next to you.
“Okay, do you want to try to prepare me, or you want me to do it?” You can’t believe you actually asked that question. It sounded so awkward, and you felt dumb asking it, but this was about making Kurt happy, not sounding cool, or tough.
“You.” His voice is soft, as if he’s embarrassed and doesn’t want to be heard, afraid that he would be laughed at. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You wouldn’t hurt me.” You smile at him, trying to cheer him up. “I don’t think that’s even possible. Besides, this isn’t about me.”
He nods. You stifle a laugh because he’s reminding you of a bobble head, always nodding. He picks up the lube and hands it to you. You open it and pour some on your fingers, rubbing your fingers together to spread it out. You nod to the condom, and he takes the hint.
You watch him as you carefully slide a finger inside of you. It’s a new sensation, that feels odd at first, but you get use to it. Your eyes follow his motions as he unwraps the condom and slowly puts it on. You add another finger as he pours lube on his hand. You imagine it’s Kurt’s fingers instead of yours. He’s stroking himself, his eyes on you the whole time. You add a third finger, making a sound like a moan, but you don’t moan, you’re a tough guy, so you decide to call it a growl. You ask if he’s ready and he looks down at what he’s doing, and he nods. You remove your fingers and tell him to line up with where your hand just was. He gently pushes in, taking his time, driving you crazy.
Once he’s completely inside of you his eyes go wide, as if he’s afraid of what’s coming next. You place your hand on his cheek. “You okay baby?”
He doesn’t move. “No.”
“Everything is okay. I’m fine, you’re not hurting me, just driving me crazy. I need you to move. Can you move for me?” he nods, pulling out slightly, pushing back in moments later. You try not to focus on how much of a chick you’re being. Instead you focus on Kurt’s movements, or the look in his eyes as he stares at you. You wrap your hand around your dick, and stroke yourself to match his movements. He may have started off scared and unsure, but he slowly became more confident. It felt awkward, him being smaller than you, and you aren’t use to being the one on the bottom. You swear that no one will ever find out that you let Kurt fuck you, and you swear that this will only happen every once in a while.
You look up at him when you feel him shuddering as he lets go completely. You hear him say your name over and over again, pushing you over the edge, his names on your lips. You let your hand fall onto the bed. You grab his undershirt and wipe yourself off as he pulls out of you. He removes the condom and throws it into the trashcan next to his bed. He next moves so that he’s laying on top of you.
He sighs as you wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer to you. He rests his head on your shoulder. “Thank you.”
You kiss his sweaty forehead. “Always.” You run a hand through his now messy hair. “But you tell anyone I let you do that, and it will never happen again.”
He raises his head, letting his chin rest on your shoulder. “Deal.” He starts to lower his head again, but stops a few second later. “Wait, did you say or you’ll never let me do it again?”
You nod, brushing his hair off of his forehead. “I did.”
“That means you’ll let me do that again?” His eyes are big, almost hopeful.
“If you’re a good boyfriend, sure.” He kisses you, a smile on his face the whole time. You can’t help but smile back. He may be haunted by what the football team did to him for a while, but at least you can help him until he does forget.
Pairing,Character(s): Kurt/Puck,
Rating: R,
Spoilers: up to episode 6, just to be safe
Summary: Puck wants Kurt to forget about the bad things.
A/N: Sequel to Payback Alternate ending to Replacing the Bad. Also, please don't get mad at me, this is the first time I've ever written something like this, I usually just write the cute, angsty stuff.
He pulls away from you, looking up at you with a confused look on his face. “Did you just call me baby?”
I shrug. “I can call you Hummel instead if you want.”
He wrinkles his nose at that. “I’d rather you call me Kurt.”
You take a step closer to him so that your chest is pressing to his. “Whatever you want.” You lower your head so that your mouth is right next to his ear. “Kurt.”
You can feel him shiver. You run a hand down his side, leaving it to rest on his waist. He pulls away from you just so he can press his lips to yours. You feel him wrap his arms around your neck. You lick his lips, and he opens his mouth, his tongue meeting yours.
Your thoughts go back to earlier in the day, when you gave Kurt his first kiss. You wish you could have given him a good first time, instead of it being stolen by some jerk football players. So, you’re going to give him a new first that will hopefully help forget the other one, even though you’re scared.
You pull away from him, moving to sit on his bed. He follows you, giving you a questioning look. “We keep doing that and I’m gonna want to do more, but I don’t want to push you.” You place your hand on his knee.
He smiles as he lays his head on your shoulder. “You wont be pushing me.”
You remove your hand from his knee and drape it over his shoulders. “You say that now. I just don’t want to hurt you.”
He pushes you onto the bed, and straddles your hips. He tenses up a few seconds later, no doubt thinking about the football players. He rolls off of you and curls up at the bottom of the bed. You sit up and pull him close to you. He has tears rolling down his cheeks but doesn’t say anything, or make any noise.
“Hey,” He looks up at you. “I’m not going to push you but I have an idea that might make you feel better.” You know he's not going to be able to handle anything else, no matter what he says. So, you're going to give him a new first that will hopefully replace the other one, at least until he's ready to have sex
He nods. “What are you going to do?”
You smile and pull away from him. “Lay down, and take your shoes off.”
He does as you say, but not before giving you a look that says he thinks your crazy. He stacks up his pillows so that he can see you. You smile at him and start to undo his belt. He tenses slightly, and covers your hands with his. You pull his hands up to your mouth and kiss them.
“Trust me, okay? I’m not going to push you, but I want you to give it a shot.”
“Okay.” He moves his hands so that they are by his side. You smile as you return to what you were doing.
Once his belt is undone, you move onto unbuttoning, and unzipping his pants. You gently pull them off because you can just hear him bitching at you if you do anything to ruin his pants. You just sit on the edge of the bed and look him up and down as he lay there in his designer shirt and boxers. Designer boxers, really? You can’t help but laugh a little at that. He just gives you an evil look, and you wave your hand as if telling him to not worry about it.
You move away from him, smiling at him the whole time. “Ready?”
He nods and runs a hand through your mohawk. “I’ve wanted to do that for the longest time.”
You smile at him and roll your eyes. “Is that the only thing you’ve wanted to do to me?”
“Me do to you, no.” He’s smirking as he runs hands down your chest, stopping at the hem of you t-shirt. “I also want to do this.” He tugs your shirt up, and you raise your arms above your head, helping him.
“Huh. My turn.” You carefully unbutton his shirt, sliding it off his shoulders. He raises himself off the bed so you can get it off the bed. You can’t help but scowl at his undershirt. “Man, you wear too many layers.” You pull his undershirt off, throwing it onto the ground. You stare at his now naked form, taking it all in. You look up at his face, and he looks scared. You mentally yell at yourself for forgetting about the last time he had a guy looking at him while he was naked. Well, you assume he was naked, you didn’t wait for those details before beating up the football players, and you weren’t going to ask Kurt. “You okay?”
“Yeah, just give me a minute.” He places his hand on your chest, but he doesn’t push you away. He scrunches his nose. “You have on too many clothes.”
You roll your eyes as you undo your pants, throwing them, along with your boxers, to the floor. You wave your hand over your body, raising an eyebrow at Kurt. He laughs, but you can still tell he’s nervous. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”
“No. I want to, but you haven’t told me what your idea was.” You give him a look like he’s stupid, and wave your hand over your naked body again. “I get that. You said I was going to do something, not you.”
“Right.” You flip over so that Kurt is straddling your hips again. His eyes go wide. “Relax, we aren’t doing what you think we are, but if I was to straddle you, I might flatten you.”
“What?”
“You gonna make me say it?” He doesn’t move. You wonder if he’s thinking about what happened earlier, or if he doesn’t understand what you’re suggesting. “Fine, I can’t believe I’m saying this out loud. Kurt, I want you to fuck me.”
“What?” He sounds like a broken record player. If it was anyone other than Kurt, you would say fuck it and just fuck him. It is Kurt though, and you want to give him something no one else can ever have.
“Kurt. I want you to fuck me.” He shakes his head, and tries to move off of you, but you just tighten your grip on his hips. “It’s going to be fine.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.” You can see the tears starting to form. You’re amazed that after everything that’s happened to him today, he only cares about hurting you.
You remove your hand from his hip and use it to cradle his cheek. “You aren’t going to hurt me. I’ll walk you through it if you need me to.”
He just nods. “What do I have to do?”
You open your mouth to say something but end up closing it, not sure what to say. For the first time in a long time, you have no clue how to start the sex process, and did you just say the sex process? You really need to just start this before you say something stupid and Kurt leaves. “Um, need to get both of us ready.”
He nods again. “How?”
You really hope he isn’t that clueless. Unless the football players didn’t prepare him or themselves. You weren’t even sure if they used a condom. For all you know they just shoved into him, and just pounded into him over and over again. “Okay, do you have lube and a condom?”
“Yeah.” He gets off of the bed and goes to rummage through one of his drawers, pulling out a tube of lube and a condom. You can’t help but smile at how optimistic he is to have that stuff on hand. He places the stuff next to you and sits down on the bed next to you.
“Okay, do you want to try to prepare me, or you want me to do it?” You can’t believe you actually asked that question. It sounded so awkward, and you felt dumb asking it, but this was about making Kurt happy, not sounding cool, or tough.
“You.” His voice is soft, as if he’s embarrassed and doesn’t want to be heard, afraid that he would be laughed at. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You wouldn’t hurt me.” You smile at him, trying to cheer him up. “I don’t think that’s even possible. Besides, this isn’t about me.”
He nods. You stifle a laugh because he’s reminding you of a bobble head, always nodding. He picks up the lube and hands it to you. You open it and pour some on your fingers, rubbing your fingers together to spread it out. You nod to the condom, and he takes the hint.
You watch him as you carefully slide a finger inside of you. It’s a new sensation, that feels odd at first, but you get use to it. Your eyes follow his motions as he unwraps the condom and slowly puts it on. You add another finger as he pours lube on his hand. You imagine it’s Kurt’s fingers instead of yours. He’s stroking himself, his eyes on you the whole time. You add a third finger, making a sound like a moan, but you don’t moan, you’re a tough guy, so you decide to call it a growl. You ask if he’s ready and he looks down at what he’s doing, and he nods. You remove your fingers and tell him to line up with where your hand just was. He gently pushes in, taking his time, driving you crazy.
Once he’s completely inside of you his eyes go wide, as if he’s afraid of what’s coming next. You place your hand on his cheek. “You okay baby?”
He doesn’t move. “No.”
“Everything is okay. I’m fine, you’re not hurting me, just driving me crazy. I need you to move. Can you move for me?” he nods, pulling out slightly, pushing back in moments later. You try not to focus on how much of a chick you’re being. Instead you focus on Kurt’s movements, or the look in his eyes as he stares at you. You wrap your hand around your dick, and stroke yourself to match his movements. He may have started off scared and unsure, but he slowly became more confident. It felt awkward, him being smaller than you, and you aren’t use to being the one on the bottom. You swear that no one will ever find out that you let Kurt fuck you, and you swear that this will only happen every once in a while.
You look up at him when you feel him shuddering as he lets go completely. You hear him say your name over and over again, pushing you over the edge, his names on your lips. You let your hand fall onto the bed. You grab his undershirt and wipe yourself off as he pulls out of you. He removes the condom and throws it into the trashcan next to his bed. He next moves so that he’s laying on top of you.
He sighs as you wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer to you. He rests his head on your shoulder. “Thank you.”
You kiss his sweaty forehead. “Always.” You run a hand through his now messy hair. “But you tell anyone I let you do that, and it will never happen again.”
He raises his head, letting his chin rest on your shoulder. “Deal.” He starts to lower his head again, but stops a few second later. “Wait, did you say or you’ll never let me do it again?”
You nod, brushing his hair off of his forehead. “I did.”
“That means you’ll let me do that again?” His eyes are big, almost hopeful.
“If you’re a good boyfriend, sure.” He kisses you, a smile on his face the whole time. You can’t help but smile back. He may be haunted by what the football team did to him for a while, but at least you can help him until he does forget.