The Past Never Stays That Way
Title: The Past Never Stays That Way
Pairing: Puck/Mr. Puckerman
Rating: PG-13 for um... I'm not sure if it's technically rape... but I could be wrong...
Spoilers: None that I can think of
Summary: written for the glee_angst_meme prompt: Puck doesn't remember a lot about his father, maybe he just doesn't want to but sometimes, when he closes his eyes, before he drifts off to sleep, he can feel someone touching him and hear whispered threats that if he ever told anyone...Deep down inside, Puck knows all gay guys are the same.One day Puck sees Kurt with a little boy (Kurt's cousin, friend's son etc) and sees red.... Abused, traumatic past!Puck.
It was never suppose to happen that way. The bond between father and son was never supposed to be so…physical. Fathers were supposed to care about you and protect you from those who tried to hurt you. Instead, his dad was the one who did the hurting, the one whose hand lingered longer than it should on, the one whose hand traveled down his body where a father should never touch their son.
”Daddy?” A seven-year-old Noah looked up at the man he had once looked up to.
“Shh… everything is going to be fine.” Noah felt his father’s hand on his chest, moving down lower until it reached the top of his pajama bottoms. Noah gasped when his father’s hand slides into his pants and starts stroking him.
“Daddy?” This time the question is whispered and he can feel tears forming in his eyes.
His father’s mouth is right by his ear. “Quiet, it’ll all be over soon and then you’re going to forget that this ever happened because if your mommy ever found out our family would fall apart, and you wouldn’t want that would you?”
He can’t stop the tears that start to fall. “No.”
“That’s a good little boy.” His father kisses his forehead and then grabs Noah’s hand and guides it to his crotch. “Now make daddy happy and do exactly what I’m doing.”
Noah woke up shaking and all he could do to stop it was curl into a ball and cry. He tried to forget about the dream, no, not a dream but a memory that he had tried to repress. Ten years and the memory was still fresh no matter how hard he tried to forget. The feeling of his father’s hand on him, the feeling of his hand on his father, almost every night for at least two years. After two years, he had given in and his father didn’t have to tell him to be quiet or not tell anyone. After two years, Noah gave himself to his father in whatever way his father wanted. It was just easier.
Noah loved taking walks because it gave him a chance to clear his head. That was until he passed the Hummel house and saw Kurt playing with a young boy in the front yard. Kurt was hugging the boy and all Noah could do to calm himself down was to take a deep breath and close his eyes.
”Noah!” A nine-year-old Noah looked up at his father. His father that had a look in his eye that sad that he better go lie face down on his bed with his pants off.
So that’s what he did. He nodded and started towards his bedroom. He was surprised when his father stopped him and gave him a hug. For one minute he thought that his father didn’t want to touch him. Then he felt his father’s hand on his butt, rubbing it, patting it and finally squeezing it. “I’ll be there in two minutes.” Then the hug was over and Noah started back towards his room, already undoing his pants.
A growl escaped Noah’s lips as he started marching towards Kurt. All he wanted to do was save the boy from a past like he had and then pound Kurt for touching the young boy. All he could focus on was beating the hell out of Kurt, and that’s exactly what he did.
Pairing: Puck/Mr. Puckerman
Rating: PG-13 for um... I'm not sure if it's technically rape... but I could be wrong...
Spoilers: None that I can think of
Summary: written for the glee_angst_meme prompt: Puck doesn't remember a lot about his father, maybe he just doesn't want to but sometimes, when he closes his eyes, before he drifts off to sleep, he can feel someone touching him and hear whispered threats that if he ever told anyone...Deep down inside, Puck knows all gay guys are the same.One day Puck sees Kurt with a little boy (Kurt's cousin, friend's son etc) and sees red.... Abused, traumatic past!Puck.
It was never suppose to happen that way. The bond between father and son was never supposed to be so…physical. Fathers were supposed to care about you and protect you from those who tried to hurt you. Instead, his dad was the one who did the hurting, the one whose hand lingered longer than it should on, the one whose hand traveled down his body where a father should never touch their son.
”Daddy?” A seven-year-old Noah looked up at the man he had once looked up to.
“Shh… everything is going to be fine.” Noah felt his father’s hand on his chest, moving down lower until it reached the top of his pajama bottoms. Noah gasped when his father’s hand slides into his pants and starts stroking him.
“Daddy?” This time the question is whispered and he can feel tears forming in his eyes.
His father’s mouth is right by his ear. “Quiet, it’ll all be over soon and then you’re going to forget that this ever happened because if your mommy ever found out our family would fall apart, and you wouldn’t want that would you?”
He can’t stop the tears that start to fall. “No.”
“That’s a good little boy.” His father kisses his forehead and then grabs Noah’s hand and guides it to his crotch. “Now make daddy happy and do exactly what I’m doing.”
Noah woke up shaking and all he could do to stop it was curl into a ball and cry. He tried to forget about the dream, no, not a dream but a memory that he had tried to repress. Ten years and the memory was still fresh no matter how hard he tried to forget. The feeling of his father’s hand on him, the feeling of his hand on his father, almost every night for at least two years. After two years, he had given in and his father didn’t have to tell him to be quiet or not tell anyone. After two years, Noah gave himself to his father in whatever way his father wanted. It was just easier.
Noah loved taking walks because it gave him a chance to clear his head. That was until he passed the Hummel house and saw Kurt playing with a young boy in the front yard. Kurt was hugging the boy and all Noah could do to calm himself down was to take a deep breath and close his eyes.
”Noah!” A nine-year-old Noah looked up at his father. His father that had a look in his eye that sad that he better go lie face down on his bed with his pants off.
So that’s what he did. He nodded and started towards his bedroom. He was surprised when his father stopped him and gave him a hug. For one minute he thought that his father didn’t want to touch him. Then he felt his father’s hand on his butt, rubbing it, patting it and finally squeezing it. “I’ll be there in two minutes.” Then the hug was over and Noah started back towards his room, already undoing his pants.
A growl escaped Noah’s lips as he started marching towards Kurt. All he wanted to do was save the boy from a past like he had and then pound Kurt for touching the young boy. All he could focus on was beating the hell out of Kurt, and that’s exactly what he did.