30 Days of Puckurt Drabble: Day 7
It's day seven of our June 30 Days of Puckurt drabble fest.
Here be the rules; don't forget to include a rating if the piece is rated higher than PG ( Read more... )
Here be the rules; don't forget to include a rating if the piece is rated higher than PG ( Read more... )
Puck bunches his fingers into a fist and drives it into the mattress, frustration and annoyance flitting over him like a thousand crawling ants. He can’t sleep. He’s tired, has had a bad day, and he can’t sleep. All because his bed-partner is attempting to train for gold in the fidgeting Olympics.
Just as the thought passes through his mind Kurt makes a sudden turn and flops a hand down on Puck’s chest, the smack of his palm connecting with Puck’s skin echoing around the room. The spot stings, and Puck resists the urge to push Kurt’s hand off of him, instead closing his eyes and counting to twenty. Ten’s never enough.
He’s been together with Kurt, meaning dating because Kurt doesn’t count sex, for a month and this is only the second time they’ve managed to spend the night together. Puck’s used to sleeping alone; despite having had many sexual affairs in his young life, he usually either left after, or was left. He doesn’t quite know what to do in this situation.
Kurt makes a little whining moan and whips his head toward Puck, his hair, free of product, splays out across the side of his face. The thin boy is ethereally pale by the weak light of the moon, his long curling lashes shadowing the underneath of his eyes.
Puck takes the momentary stillness of his boyfriend to study his features; the strong jaw and well-defined cheekbones, the flawless skin and pink lips. He never thought he would find so much beauty in the features of another man, especially not someone like Kurt Hummel.
But he has. And as his eyes travel from perfectly-shaped eyebrows to the strong cut of a collarbone bared by the drooping of an overly-large shirt - his shirt - something warm lights in his chest. He’s been feeling this, this odd sensation of being content, for a while now, but it is building to be something he can’t ignore.
The peace is once again broken as Kurt rips away from Puck, body twisting the other way even as one of his legs kicks out, peeling the blanket off of both of them. The cool air raises a swath of goosebumps on Puck’s arms and chest, peaking his nipples and running down his spine.
Kurt’s back, now facing him, is bare where his shirt has ridden up, showing the slight curve of his waist and the dimple to the right of his spine low on his back. Puck loves running his fingers over that feature and its twin, delights in the moans Kurt lets out as he arches into the touch. It’s one of the most sensuous things that Puck has ever experienced, and it’s only a dimple.
Knowing that if this continues he won’t get any sleep, but not wanting to risk leaving Kurt alone, Puck looks over at Kurt appraisingly. And hopes his plan works.
Rolling so that he is close behind Kurt, Puck reaches his arms around Kurt, holding him across the chest and across the waist, and pulls him in tight against his chest. The other boy doesn’t react, continuing to be limp and malleable as he is manoeuvred to be plastered to Puck’s front.
For a moment, one where Puck stills and keeps tense, ready to move, Kurt shifts. Puck smirks and relaxes, resting his head on the pillow, when all Kurt does is curl his legs back to twine with Puck’s and snuggle deeper into the embrace.
Puck always thought he’d fall in love during the day. Instead he has fallen in love during the night, wrapped around a twitchy man who has the ability to annoy him and bring him happiness. Who he can’t imagine leaving, horrible sleep-habits and all.
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Edit: to add header. Because I rolled outta bed, posted this, and went back to bed. The title is oddly appropriate. Zzzzzzz.♥
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I love this line!!
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Puck always thought he’d fall in love during the day. Instead he has fallen in love during the night, wrapped around a twitchy man who has the ability to annoy him and bring him happiness. Who he can’t imagine leaving, horrible sleep-habits and all.
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SO CUTE!!!
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Gah I love this. And I LOVE that Puck decides to solve his problem with cuddling. So many problems can be solved with cuddling!
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Thanks, hon! <3
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This makes me want to go to sleep (again). Today's the first day in a loooong time that I've took a nap! xD Maybe today's Sleepy Day?
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Thank you ♥
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Oh hell, the whole thing is :) I love Puck's slow realization what he's feeling, and the descriptions of Kurt are wonderful. I'm an incredibly fidgety sleeper and might've used that as inspiration. I know it can be frustrating..
I'm so enjoying these drabbles, and I'm not much of a drabble person usually ;)
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Neither am I *shifty eyes* I've barely ever read one in the last (holy crap) elevenish years in fandom. This is quite the awesome experience here :)
Thank you ♥
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