Land of Misfit Fics: Orphan #4 Fight Club
Title: Orphan #4: Fight Club
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Drama
Words: ~ 3k
Author's Note(s): Fourth fic that I've started and been unable to finish. Up for adoption upon approval. I think this was a fill for a prompt on the fic meme, but I'm not sure.
Summary: There's a new member of Fight Club, and his arrival surprises Noah Puckerman to no end, until he sees Hummel fight.
Puck had been part of a fight club ever since he found out Quinn was pregnant and made Finn think it was his. He thought it would be better, beating on nameless faces instead of his best friend or said best friend's girlfriend because he got sick of all the lies.
Puck never expected Kurt Hummel to show up early during junior year. He'd been standing next to, but not really talking to Anthony Rashad, pretty much because they were both on the football team. Then Tony leaned over, hit Puck on the arm, and nodded toward a new figure around the circle. "That gay kid is here."
Puck only knew of one gay kid in all of Ohio, but he was still surprised to see Kurt, dressed in a tight wife beater and close-to-the-skin leather pants. The dude was watching the current fight with this intense sort of glare and absolutely none of the fear Puck had come to expect from new guys. The club usually only had the time for maybe a dozen fights, but new guys always had to get in the ring. It was a rule right up there with, "Don't talk about Fight Club."
"He's gonna get killed," Puck told Tony, cringing when Hanson took out Peters with a swinging double-fist to the face. Kurt stepped into the ring as soon as it was clear, "Shit. They've got him matched with Krause?"
"Definitely gonna get killed," Tony agreed, wiping at his split lip, eyes trained on Krause, who was one of the biggest, strongest, meanest motherfuckers in the club. Puck had fought him once and yielded after just two hits, concussed so badly he threw up all night. And Puck usually won because he was young and strong and quick.
As the fight began, Krause circled Hummel a few times before lunging at him, Kurt dodging easily away. Unperturbed, despite the surprised murmurs of the crowd, Krause lunged again. This time Kurt circled around the guy and quickly backed off before taking a few steps of a running leap and cracking his clasped-together fists down on the back of Krause's neck.
"Whoa!" Puck gasped in surprise, along with everyone else as Krause stumbled a little. Next Hummel hit his opponent with a round-house to the face, dodged one of Krause's meaty hands, elbowed him in the ribs and then brought him to his knees with a headlock, Kurt's lean muscles straining against the man's windpipe. For the first time ever, Krause yielded and tapped out.
Beside Puck, Anthony breathed, "What the fuck?" and Puck couldn't help but agree. He tried to go talk to Hummel, but now that he'd proved himself, every dude with a scrap of machismo seemed to want the chance to bring the fairy down.
~~**~~
"Dude, Hummel, wait up!"
"What is it, Puck?" Kurt replied with a sigh, stopping in his tracks and pulling a compact mirror from his bag to reapply a light layer of concealer.
"I totes saw you last night!"
Rolling his eyes at the boy's atrocious word choice, Kurt finished his touch-up and gave Puck a harsh look, "No you didn't."
"C'mon, I did," Puck argued, much to Kurt's dismay. He really wasn't the brightest bulb on the string, was he?
"And what's the first rule?" Kurt asked, a leading question that he hoped Puck would pick up on.
"I know, I know," Puck replied, to Kurt's relief. "Don't talk about it. But, dude, where do you learn that shit?"
Puck looked very impressed and Kurt couldn't help but preen a bit, turning his nose up and continuing his walk to class. A look back assured him that Puck was following and he replied, "Self-defense classes, the Cheerios, and a secret appreciation for Bruce Lee movies."
"No shit?" Puck asked, grabbing Kurt's arm and then wincing and pulling his hand away at the look he received. "I mean damn, dude, I never would have guessed."
"Are we done now?"
"But you're so badass! Why wouldn't you just fight back when the jocks give you crap?" Puck looked genuinely confused, which was kind of adorable on him.
"And get suspended for ruining the team's nonexistent chances at playoffs?" Kurt scoffed. "Not really included in my 'get out of this cow-town plan' is it?"
"Dude, you could injure the whole football team?"
"I've never tried," Kurt smirked, stopping at his classroom. "But after taking down that behemoth Krause at Club..."
Puck nodded, his mouth sort of open until he licked his lips and closed it. "I-I'll see you around, Hummel," he stuttered, looking back a few times as he walked away.
Kurt wasn't sure whether Puck was scared of him now or had a crush, but either way, he felt very pleased with himself as he sat down in history class and pulled a sparkly blue pen from his bag, ready to take notes. School would help him get out of here, just like fight club was keeping him sane in the mean time. Kurt wondered if Puck would show up next Tuesday, because he had a feeling kicking the jock's ass would be highly satisfying, perhaps for both of them if Santana's stories were to be believed. He just had to make sure to avoid damaging that pretty face.
~~**~~
The next time Fight Club met, Telly managed to get a few hits off on Hummel, because he was pretty quick, too. It didn't save him from having his head bashed against the floor once Hummel brought him down. Two guys had to pull Kurt away, the kid's face already covered in his opponent's blood, so he wouldn't kill Telly. Kurt had to be stopped from killing his next opponent, too, so Jerry set up a fight where the hellion had to sit out for awhile. Puck stood next to him and said, "Hey, Hummel. What's up?"
"Nothing," the dude scowled, giving Puck a suspicious look.
"Guys who have nothin' going wrong don't usually beat their fight partners half to death," Puck pointed out, grinning when Kurt frowned at him.
Anthony's mom found out about him sneaking out and though she didn't know about fight club, he couldn't come anymore. Puck started hanging out with Kurt at meetings, watching the guy beat up everyone and occasionally trying to get him to open up a little.
"How's things going with you and that guy you brought to prom?" he asked, soon after school let out. Kurt ignored him, but looked away from the fight and sniffed once. Puck figured that was answer enough. No wonder Kurt fought so brutally that night, worse than he had since coming back from Dalton - he'd broken Hugh's arm and everything.
Just after Lauren dumped him so she could fuck her fat camp buddy guilt-free, Puck finally asked for a fight with Kurt, wanting to be put out of his misery. He was proud to stand a little longer than most, cracking one of Kurt's ribs and giving him a bloody nose, but as soon as Kurt got one good kick to Puck's solar plexiglas or whatever it was called, the fight was over. Kurt straddled Puck's chest, put a knee on each of his arms and a hand around his throat, cutting off just enough circulation to make Puck a little dizzy.
"Is this what you wanted, Puckerman?" Kurt hissed, his expressive eyes angry and sad at the same time. "Does having your ass kicked make you feel any better?"
"Yeah," Puck croaked, his Adam's apple bobbing against Kurt's hand. "It's almost as good as fucking."
"You want me to do that for you, too, hmm?" Kurt scoffed, pressing his hand a little harsher into Puck's neck. Why weren't the other guys pulling him off?
Wait. Kurt's suggestion hit Puck suddenly and just like that, Kurt's sexuality wasn't this abstract thing for popular kids to make fun of. It was real and sitting on top of him, holding Puck's life in Kurt's hands. Meeting Kurt's eyes and drowning in abrupt want and needing air, Puck pulled on his captor's hand and mouthed, "Please!"
Kurt's eyes got a little darker and his grip slackened just before three big guys pulled Kurt away, letting Puck heave a few good, deep breaths before rolling himself onto his hands and knees and crawling out of the ring.
"Shit," he muttered as he let Jerry help him to his feet, catching sight of Kurt gathering his things to leave. Puck wasn't sure what he wanted, but he knew he didn't want Kurt to leave. Not yet.
Puck stumbled after Kurt into the darkness and toward the lot where all the cars were parked. He saw Kurt notice him long before the guy turned around and asked, "What? Are you looking for a rematch, Puckerman?"
"No," Puck replied, his voice still hoarse. "I want..."
"Want what?" Kurt demanded, taking a few steps closer to Puck and into the light. God, he looked hot. How had Puck never noticed it before? And why was Kurt's face, covered in the blood from his nose and bruised on one cheek, so beautiful?
Puck took a tentative step forward, whispering, "Please?"
After a moment, Kurt's eyes went wide in the streetlight and he got it. Taking a few purposeful strides toward Puck, Kurt left the pool of light and plunged into darkness, grabbing the hair at the back of Puck's head and using it to pull him to his knees. Puck groaned and didn't even care that his cock twitched in his pants.
"Never thought I'd see this," Kurt whispered, his voice still full of anger, "but I suppose the stories Santana tells about you in the locker room are true, aren't they?"
"Maybe," Puck sighed, groaning again when Kurt tugged his hair a second time. "Fuck, yes, alright?"
"Hmm," Kurt muttered, holding Puck's head back and meeting his eyes, searching them in the dark for something. Then he attacked Puck's lips with his, sucking in a heated breath through his bloody nose. Puck thought he might have been dying as Kurt's coppery, bittersweet kiss rocked his body, set his teeth on edge, and made a serious lead weight of want settle in his lower body.
When Kurt broke the kiss, he looked a little surprised, but then hid it quickly, ordering Puck to, "Get up."
He didn't really have a voice in the matter, since Kurt pulled him up by one arm and marched Puck toward the parking lot and one of the cars there. He opened the back hatch of the SUV and pushed Puck in and only then did Puck realize that Kurt was breathing harshly, panting almost as he crawled on top of Puck and pushed his shoulders down.
"Lotta room back here," Puck noted as Kurt reached up and closed the hatch behind them. "You take all your boyfr-"
"Shut up," Kurt ordered, silencing Puck with another of those world-changing kisses, lifting Puck's shirt up and off. Puck wished he was wearing his nipple ring, but that fucker was a real bitch to wear to fight club, even if he did fight with his shirt on most of the time. Then Kurt scratched his nails harshly down both sides of Puck's chest, making him moan and thrust his hips upward.
"Please!"
"Didn't I say shut up, Puckerman?" Kurt hissed, just before biting Puck's neck harshly and grinding down on him. Puck had to bite his lip and think about dead kittens to avoid embarrassing himself. He'd never been with someone this strong and this dominant before and Puck found he couldn't care that it was a boy.
Kurt licked at the bite mark and then whispered in Puck's ear, "You're mine now, got it? If I find out you've touched anyone else, I will break all your fingers and kick your ass until you're a bloody ruin. Do I make myself clear?"
Wide-eyed with want and a little bit of fear, Puck nodded, sighing in relief when Kurt unzipped Puck's fly and pulled out his cock. Puck could barely breathe as Kurt started stroking him and then got between his legs and pushed his own pants down. Puck wanted to ask what Kurt was doing between his legs, but he didn't want to get punched or something. He found out when Kurt's hard, soft-skinned dick rubbed against his and Kurt started sucking painful hickeys on Puck's neck.
"Shit," Kurt cursed, biting Puck's collarbone as he used the hand still around the far side of Puck's cock to squeeze them together. "Tell me," he ordered, panting, "how much you want this."
Greedy with need and want, Puck moaned, hissing when Kurt bit him again. "Please. Need it," he managed to answer right before a particularly savage bite on his neck drove him over the edge.
"Damn it!" Kurt cried in frustration before he was roughly turning Puck over and pulling his pants further down, so they were around his knees. Limp and pliable now that he'd come, Puck let Kurt do whatever he wanted, even if that meant fucking him.
Kurt didn't, though. He held the side of Puck's face down against the scratchy carpet and rubbed his dick against Puck's ass crack, which wasn't unpleasant at all for Puck, until he came, warm and wet, on Puck's back.
After a moment, Kurt pulled away, zipping up his pants and then crawling over the seats to grab something from the front of the SUV. Puck didn't want to move. He wasn't sure if he should, or if Kurt would just get mad at him. Then the boy came back and wiped Puck's back with what felt like a tissue.
"Turn over," he ordered, not really looking Puck in the eye as he wiped off Puck's stomach and the carpet where he'd been lying. "Pull up your pants." Puck complied.
Then, Kurt straddled Puck's legs and held onto Puck's head so they were looking in each other's eyes. "You're mine now," Kurt insisted, "because you need me, don't you?"
Thinking about all the shit that had gone down last year with Beth and Quinn and then again with Lauren when she'd abandoned him too, Puck nodded. "I don't want to think anymore," he admitted, taking a sharp breath when Kurt kissed him and pulling the boy close until he hissed in pain.
"You fucking broke my rib, though, Noah," Kurt growled, biting Puck's lower lip. "Tomorrow night you're going to pay for that."
"There's no club for another two weeks," Puck pointed out, gasping when Kurt twisted his hair and tugged back.
"I know, but my dad's going out, which means you're going to come over and let me do whatever I want to you," Kurt explained. Puck shivered and nodded, letting Kurt pull him into a long, slow kiss.
~~**~~
Chapter 2
Kurt had no idea what he was doing, not really. His bravado with Puck the night before had been left-over adrenaline and blood lust from the fight and about eighty percent bullshit. He had no idea what to do now that the boy was on his way over. How could Kurt have started a relationship with the jock, so soon after things had gone south with Blaine? How could Kurt have started a relationship like that, full of violence and pain? It was just the way Puck looked up at him and practically begged for it. Begged for Kurt. No one did that, least of all the guys he beat up.
Over this past year, Kurt had gotten to know the jock better, first in glee club and then in fight club, although the latter was less about talking and more about watching each other and the rest of the members beat the crap out of people. It was freeing and exhilarating and exactly what Kurt needed.
As had been the night before. He knew, he knew he could have had sex with Puck and the self-proclaimed sex-shark would have let him do it. Kurt wasn't ready, though. He didn't want to lose his virginity covered in blood and holding his partner's face against the floor of his SUV so hard the boy probably had rug burn this morning. Not to mention all the bite marks and hickeys Kurt remembered leaving on his skin.
A large part of Kurt had wanted to, though. He'd wanted so badly to press into Puck and take what he needed, probably hurting the boy even more, making him whimper and writhe. He wanted to do everything he'd been too scared to do to Blaine, for fear of driving the boy away. Well now he was gone and Puck was there, begging to be hurt, so Kurt was damn well going to hurt him.
Dear lord, what was wrong with Kurt?
He was usually a kind and caring person. Why did he want this so much?
On the other hand, why did Puck? Why did he arch up against Kurt as they'd rutted together, moaning whenever Kurt bit or scratched him? Was it similar to why Kurt went to fight club - to forget his troubles in the rough-and-tumble of fight after fight? To prove that he wasn't just who the world expected him to be?
Shifting in his seat, Kurt winced as his rib pulled wrong. He'd bound the damn thing as tightly as he could by himself and it was much sorer and achier than it had been the night before. Why did he have to invite Puck over tonight? Normally after an injury like this, Kurt would have stayed away from fight club for a month or two to let himself heal before getting back into things. It wouldn't do to have his dad find out about how he'd been sneaking off late at night to get into fights.
Puck was going to be there in less than an hour, though, and without full mobility Kurt had no idea how to give the boy what he was expecting. What a disaster.
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Drama
Words: ~ 3k
Author's Note(s): Fourth fic that I've started and been unable to finish. Up for adoption upon approval. I think this was a fill for a prompt on the fic meme, but I'm not sure.
Summary: There's a new member of Fight Club, and his arrival surprises Noah Puckerman to no end, until he sees Hummel fight.
Puck had been part of a fight club ever since he found out Quinn was pregnant and made Finn think it was his. He thought it would be better, beating on nameless faces instead of his best friend or said best friend's girlfriend because he got sick of all the lies.
Puck never expected Kurt Hummel to show up early during junior year. He'd been standing next to, but not really talking to Anthony Rashad, pretty much because they were both on the football team. Then Tony leaned over, hit Puck on the arm, and nodded toward a new figure around the circle. "That gay kid is here."
Puck only knew of one gay kid in all of Ohio, but he was still surprised to see Kurt, dressed in a tight wife beater and close-to-the-skin leather pants. The dude was watching the current fight with this intense sort of glare and absolutely none of the fear Puck had come to expect from new guys. The club usually only had the time for maybe a dozen fights, but new guys always had to get in the ring. It was a rule right up there with, "Don't talk about Fight Club."
"He's gonna get killed," Puck told Tony, cringing when Hanson took out Peters with a swinging double-fist to the face. Kurt stepped into the ring as soon as it was clear, "Shit. They've got him matched with Krause?"
"Definitely gonna get killed," Tony agreed, wiping at his split lip, eyes trained on Krause, who was one of the biggest, strongest, meanest motherfuckers in the club. Puck had fought him once and yielded after just two hits, concussed so badly he threw up all night. And Puck usually won because he was young and strong and quick.
As the fight began, Krause circled Hummel a few times before lunging at him, Kurt dodging easily away. Unperturbed, despite the surprised murmurs of the crowd, Krause lunged again. This time Kurt circled around the guy and quickly backed off before taking a few steps of a running leap and cracking his clasped-together fists down on the back of Krause's neck.
"Whoa!" Puck gasped in surprise, along with everyone else as Krause stumbled a little. Next Hummel hit his opponent with a round-house to the face, dodged one of Krause's meaty hands, elbowed him in the ribs and then brought him to his knees with a headlock, Kurt's lean muscles straining against the man's windpipe. For the first time ever, Krause yielded and tapped out.
Beside Puck, Anthony breathed, "What the fuck?" and Puck couldn't help but agree. He tried to go talk to Hummel, but now that he'd proved himself, every dude with a scrap of machismo seemed to want the chance to bring the fairy down.
~~**~~
"Dude, Hummel, wait up!"
"What is it, Puck?" Kurt replied with a sigh, stopping in his tracks and pulling a compact mirror from his bag to reapply a light layer of concealer.
"I totes saw you last night!"
Rolling his eyes at the boy's atrocious word choice, Kurt finished his touch-up and gave Puck a harsh look, "No you didn't."
"C'mon, I did," Puck argued, much to Kurt's dismay. He really wasn't the brightest bulb on the string, was he?
"And what's the first rule?" Kurt asked, a leading question that he hoped Puck would pick up on.
"I know, I know," Puck replied, to Kurt's relief. "Don't talk about it. But, dude, where do you learn that shit?"
Puck looked very impressed and Kurt couldn't help but preen a bit, turning his nose up and continuing his walk to class. A look back assured him that Puck was following and he replied, "Self-defense classes, the Cheerios, and a secret appreciation for Bruce Lee movies."
"No shit?" Puck asked, grabbing Kurt's arm and then wincing and pulling his hand away at the look he received. "I mean damn, dude, I never would have guessed."
"Are we done now?"
"But you're so badass! Why wouldn't you just fight back when the jocks give you crap?" Puck looked genuinely confused, which was kind of adorable on him.
"And get suspended for ruining the team's nonexistent chances at playoffs?" Kurt scoffed. "Not really included in my 'get out of this cow-town plan' is it?"
"Dude, you could injure the whole football team?"
"I've never tried," Kurt smirked, stopping at his classroom. "But after taking down that behemoth Krause at Club..."
Puck nodded, his mouth sort of open until he licked his lips and closed it. "I-I'll see you around, Hummel," he stuttered, looking back a few times as he walked away.
Kurt wasn't sure whether Puck was scared of him now or had a crush, but either way, he felt very pleased with himself as he sat down in history class and pulled a sparkly blue pen from his bag, ready to take notes. School would help him get out of here, just like fight club was keeping him sane in the mean time. Kurt wondered if Puck would show up next Tuesday, because he had a feeling kicking the jock's ass would be highly satisfying, perhaps for both of them if Santana's stories were to be believed. He just had to make sure to avoid damaging that pretty face.
~~**~~
The next time Fight Club met, Telly managed to get a few hits off on Hummel, because he was pretty quick, too. It didn't save him from having his head bashed against the floor once Hummel brought him down. Two guys had to pull Kurt away, the kid's face already covered in his opponent's blood, so he wouldn't kill Telly. Kurt had to be stopped from killing his next opponent, too, so Jerry set up a fight where the hellion had to sit out for awhile. Puck stood next to him and said, "Hey, Hummel. What's up?"
"Nothing," the dude scowled, giving Puck a suspicious look.
"Guys who have nothin' going wrong don't usually beat their fight partners half to death," Puck pointed out, grinning when Kurt frowned at him.
Anthony's mom found out about him sneaking out and though she didn't know about fight club, he couldn't come anymore. Puck started hanging out with Kurt at meetings, watching the guy beat up everyone and occasionally trying to get him to open up a little.
"How's things going with you and that guy you brought to prom?" he asked, soon after school let out. Kurt ignored him, but looked away from the fight and sniffed once. Puck figured that was answer enough. No wonder Kurt fought so brutally that night, worse than he had since coming back from Dalton - he'd broken Hugh's arm and everything.
Just after Lauren dumped him so she could fuck her fat camp buddy guilt-free, Puck finally asked for a fight with Kurt, wanting to be put out of his misery. He was proud to stand a little longer than most, cracking one of Kurt's ribs and giving him a bloody nose, but as soon as Kurt got one good kick to Puck's solar plexiglas or whatever it was called, the fight was over. Kurt straddled Puck's chest, put a knee on each of his arms and a hand around his throat, cutting off just enough circulation to make Puck a little dizzy.
"Is this what you wanted, Puckerman?" Kurt hissed, his expressive eyes angry and sad at the same time. "Does having your ass kicked make you feel any better?"
"Yeah," Puck croaked, his Adam's apple bobbing against Kurt's hand. "It's almost as good as fucking."
"You want me to do that for you, too, hmm?" Kurt scoffed, pressing his hand a little harsher into Puck's neck. Why weren't the other guys pulling him off?
Wait. Kurt's suggestion hit Puck suddenly and just like that, Kurt's sexuality wasn't this abstract thing for popular kids to make fun of. It was real and sitting on top of him, holding Puck's life in Kurt's hands. Meeting Kurt's eyes and drowning in abrupt want and needing air, Puck pulled on his captor's hand and mouthed, "Please!"
Kurt's eyes got a little darker and his grip slackened just before three big guys pulled Kurt away, letting Puck heave a few good, deep breaths before rolling himself onto his hands and knees and crawling out of the ring.
"Shit," he muttered as he let Jerry help him to his feet, catching sight of Kurt gathering his things to leave. Puck wasn't sure what he wanted, but he knew he didn't want Kurt to leave. Not yet.
Puck stumbled after Kurt into the darkness and toward the lot where all the cars were parked. He saw Kurt notice him long before the guy turned around and asked, "What? Are you looking for a rematch, Puckerman?"
"No," Puck replied, his voice still hoarse. "I want..."
"Want what?" Kurt demanded, taking a few steps closer to Puck and into the light. God, he looked hot. How had Puck never noticed it before? And why was Kurt's face, covered in the blood from his nose and bruised on one cheek, so beautiful?
Puck took a tentative step forward, whispering, "Please?"
After a moment, Kurt's eyes went wide in the streetlight and he got it. Taking a few purposeful strides toward Puck, Kurt left the pool of light and plunged into darkness, grabbing the hair at the back of Puck's head and using it to pull him to his knees. Puck groaned and didn't even care that his cock twitched in his pants.
"Never thought I'd see this," Kurt whispered, his voice still full of anger, "but I suppose the stories Santana tells about you in the locker room are true, aren't they?"
"Maybe," Puck sighed, groaning again when Kurt tugged his hair a second time. "Fuck, yes, alright?"
"Hmm," Kurt muttered, holding Puck's head back and meeting his eyes, searching them in the dark for something. Then he attacked Puck's lips with his, sucking in a heated breath through his bloody nose. Puck thought he might have been dying as Kurt's coppery, bittersweet kiss rocked his body, set his teeth on edge, and made a serious lead weight of want settle in his lower body.
When Kurt broke the kiss, he looked a little surprised, but then hid it quickly, ordering Puck to, "Get up."
He didn't really have a voice in the matter, since Kurt pulled him up by one arm and marched Puck toward the parking lot and one of the cars there. He opened the back hatch of the SUV and pushed Puck in and only then did Puck realize that Kurt was breathing harshly, panting almost as he crawled on top of Puck and pushed his shoulders down.
"Lotta room back here," Puck noted as Kurt reached up and closed the hatch behind them. "You take all your boyfr-"
"Shut up," Kurt ordered, silencing Puck with another of those world-changing kisses, lifting Puck's shirt up and off. Puck wished he was wearing his nipple ring, but that fucker was a real bitch to wear to fight club, even if he did fight with his shirt on most of the time. Then Kurt scratched his nails harshly down both sides of Puck's chest, making him moan and thrust his hips upward.
"Please!"
"Didn't I say shut up, Puckerman?" Kurt hissed, just before biting Puck's neck harshly and grinding down on him. Puck had to bite his lip and think about dead kittens to avoid embarrassing himself. He'd never been with someone this strong and this dominant before and Puck found he couldn't care that it was a boy.
Kurt licked at the bite mark and then whispered in Puck's ear, "You're mine now, got it? If I find out you've touched anyone else, I will break all your fingers and kick your ass until you're a bloody ruin. Do I make myself clear?"
Wide-eyed with want and a little bit of fear, Puck nodded, sighing in relief when Kurt unzipped Puck's fly and pulled out his cock. Puck could barely breathe as Kurt started stroking him and then got between his legs and pushed his own pants down. Puck wanted to ask what Kurt was doing between his legs, but he didn't want to get punched or something. He found out when Kurt's hard, soft-skinned dick rubbed against his and Kurt started sucking painful hickeys on Puck's neck.
"Shit," Kurt cursed, biting Puck's collarbone as he used the hand still around the far side of Puck's cock to squeeze them together. "Tell me," he ordered, panting, "how much you want this."
Greedy with need and want, Puck moaned, hissing when Kurt bit him again. "Please. Need it," he managed to answer right before a particularly savage bite on his neck drove him over the edge.
"Damn it!" Kurt cried in frustration before he was roughly turning Puck over and pulling his pants further down, so they were around his knees. Limp and pliable now that he'd come, Puck let Kurt do whatever he wanted, even if that meant fucking him.
Kurt didn't, though. He held the side of Puck's face down against the scratchy carpet and rubbed his dick against Puck's ass crack, which wasn't unpleasant at all for Puck, until he came, warm and wet, on Puck's back.
After a moment, Kurt pulled away, zipping up his pants and then crawling over the seats to grab something from the front of the SUV. Puck didn't want to move. He wasn't sure if he should, or if Kurt would just get mad at him. Then the boy came back and wiped Puck's back with what felt like a tissue.
"Turn over," he ordered, not really looking Puck in the eye as he wiped off Puck's stomach and the carpet where he'd been lying. "Pull up your pants." Puck complied.
Then, Kurt straddled Puck's legs and held onto Puck's head so they were looking in each other's eyes. "You're mine now," Kurt insisted, "because you need me, don't you?"
Thinking about all the shit that had gone down last year with Beth and Quinn and then again with Lauren when she'd abandoned him too, Puck nodded. "I don't want to think anymore," he admitted, taking a sharp breath when Kurt kissed him and pulling the boy close until he hissed in pain.
"You fucking broke my rib, though, Noah," Kurt growled, biting Puck's lower lip. "Tomorrow night you're going to pay for that."
"There's no club for another two weeks," Puck pointed out, gasping when Kurt twisted his hair and tugged back.
"I know, but my dad's going out, which means you're going to come over and let me do whatever I want to you," Kurt explained. Puck shivered and nodded, letting Kurt pull him into a long, slow kiss.
~~**~~
Chapter 2
Kurt had no idea what he was doing, not really. His bravado with Puck the night before had been left-over adrenaline and blood lust from the fight and about eighty percent bullshit. He had no idea what to do now that the boy was on his way over. How could Kurt have started a relationship with the jock, so soon after things had gone south with Blaine? How could Kurt have started a relationship like that, full of violence and pain? It was just the way Puck looked up at him and practically begged for it. Begged for Kurt. No one did that, least of all the guys he beat up.
Over this past year, Kurt had gotten to know the jock better, first in glee club and then in fight club, although the latter was less about talking and more about watching each other and the rest of the members beat the crap out of people. It was freeing and exhilarating and exactly what Kurt needed.
As had been the night before. He knew, he knew he could have had sex with Puck and the self-proclaimed sex-shark would have let him do it. Kurt wasn't ready, though. He didn't want to lose his virginity covered in blood and holding his partner's face against the floor of his SUV so hard the boy probably had rug burn this morning. Not to mention all the bite marks and hickeys Kurt remembered leaving on his skin.
A large part of Kurt had wanted to, though. He'd wanted so badly to press into Puck and take what he needed, probably hurting the boy even more, making him whimper and writhe. He wanted to do everything he'd been too scared to do to Blaine, for fear of driving the boy away. Well now he was gone and Puck was there, begging to be hurt, so Kurt was damn well going to hurt him.
Dear lord, what was wrong with Kurt?
He was usually a kind and caring person. Why did he want this so much?
On the other hand, why did Puck? Why did he arch up against Kurt as they'd rutted together, moaning whenever Kurt bit or scratched him? Was it similar to why Kurt went to fight club - to forget his troubles in the rough-and-tumble of fight after fight? To prove that he wasn't just who the world expected him to be?
Shifting in his seat, Kurt winced as his rib pulled wrong. He'd bound the damn thing as tightly as he could by himself and it was much sorer and achier than it had been the night before. Why did he have to invite Puck over tonight? Normally after an injury like this, Kurt would have stayed away from fight club for a month or two to let himself heal before getting back into things. It wouldn't do to have his dad find out about how he'd been sneaking off late at night to get into fights.
Puck was going to be there in less than an hour, though, and without full mobility Kurt had no idea how to give the boy what he was expecting. What a disaster.