It happens when they're playing poker. Strip poker, no less, at Noah's kitchen table in his empty house, and a few weeks ago, Noah would've written it all off as a reaction to the possibility of seeing his bod in the buff. As is, he still says, "My toes have that effect on a lot of people," and finishes peeling off his sock. When he looks up, though, his lame junk hand hasn't been swept back into the deck yet, nor has Kurt's two pair. Kurt's looking straight into his eyes, face all ice and fire in equal parts, shoulders and chest pale, bare from previously lost hands. His tongue is curled out a hint to brush his upper lip
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The Competition (NC-17)pterawatersJune 24 2011, 14:02:08 UTC
In case you couldn't tell, I got this prompt from the kink meme!"So glad your folks are away," Puck breathed, sucking a hickey onto Kurt's flushed neck. "So fucking glad
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30 Kisses #24 - Multitasking (NC-17)frolicandfallJune 24 2011, 14:03:56 UTC
Puck’s gasp is swallowed by Kurt’s mouth as the slighter boy kisses him fiercely. The fingers that are stretching Puck so cautiously finally find the place they were seeking. Puck trembles at the sensation.
“Fuck,” Puck growls, kissing Kurt hungrily. “That feels so fucking good.”
His hands scrabble for purchase on Kurt’s sweat-slicked hips, gripping tightly as he grinds down onto the fingers inside him. Kurt alters his rhythm, the gentle thrust of his fingers now matching that of his tongue.
“More,” Puck begs desperately.
“And people tell me guys can’t multitask,” Kurt says smugly, adding a third finger obligingly.
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I need to leave now.
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“Fuck,” Puck growls, kissing Kurt hungrily. “That feels so fucking good.”
His hands scrabble for purchase on Kurt’s sweat-slicked hips, gripping tightly as he grinds down onto the fingers inside him. Kurt alters his rhythm, the gentle thrust of his fingers now matching that of his tongue.
“More,” Puck begs desperately.
“And people tell me guys can’t multitask,” Kurt says smugly, adding a third finger obligingly.
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So cute.
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“Honestly, Noah. You’d come back with some eighties powder blue monstrosity if I let you pick out your tux alone.”
“Isn’t it bad luck? For you to see it?”
“Is either of us a bride?”
“No. Thank fuck.”
“Then I don’t think we need to worry about it.”
“Jeez, babe, a little warning before you go all paparazzi on me next time. Who are you texting?”
“Your sister.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes. She wanted to come along, but she’s studying for finals, so I’m sending her pictures.”
“What, so my tux doesn’t get to be a surprise?”
“It’s just a tux, Noah. Put that back. You can’t wear brown. I’m wearing grey and we’ll clash.”
“Babe, it’s my wedding, I can wear whatever I want.”
“It’s my wedding too, so you’ll wear what I tell you to.”
“Bossy.”
“You love me.”
“Well, duh.”
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Haha, Kurt is clearly still in charge. Awesome. :)
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