30 Days of Puckurt Drabble: Day 16
Welcome to Day Sixteen of 30 Days of Puckurt Drabbles in June: 2012 Edition!
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"What?!"
Puck's nods sagely, and rips another bite of his Slim Jim. He's at the munchie stage now. Slim Jims are epic munchie fodder, and the Hummel-Hudson's frudge just seems to, like, grow them: he's eaten like, forty or something.
Oh, wait, Kurt's talking.
Puck re-focuses.
"... falling asleep in your arms is wonderfully romantic in all kinds of Disney home movie type ways, but when you've spent most of the evening with your tongue in my tonsils and un-doing my flies everytime you walk past you do start to give a guy ideas."
"But baby," Puck argues around a mouthful, "we have sex all the time, all the time, and my dick just, like, gets way more action than yours does--"
Kurt pushes a hand over Puck's mouth, eyes scanning panicky around the room to see who's eavesdropping. Puck doesn't get why he cares. Everybody knows they're doing it.
"My dick gets plenty of action!"
Puck watches as Kurt closes his eyes, sucking a breath in through his nose and letting it out slowly through his mouth. Eventually he remembers to let Puck go as well.
"Ok." He begins again more quietly "Is there a reason you think you dick's gonna fall off?"
"I told you, I just--"
"--No, I mean. Do you think you've... caught something? Does it..." Kurt glances down and back up super-fast. "Look different? 'Cos we're always super careful--"
"--Naah, sweetheart, nothin' like that. Just... we had sex, like, a million times yesterday." Puck makes an apologetic face. "I'm kinda... sore."
Kurt, really slowly, raises an eyebrow:
"So you're concerned about everyday wear and tear?"
"Baby, baby, hot stuff, stop being so riled up." Puck wraps his hands around Kurt's face, pressing in to kiss him. But Kurt remains unmoved, and Puck pulls back and makes puppy eyes at him:
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Kurt pouts:
"If you say your lack of libido signals a step forward in the seriousness of our relationship, I want off this heartbreak-mobile. Preferably somewhere near a wine bar and a Gaga concert."
Puck grins. Libido is a fun word. A stupid word, but fun. Kind of like him. Kind of like Puck's libido. Stupid but fun.
Eventually he has to press his face into Kurt's shoulder to stop the gigglng.
"Oh, god, what now?"
"You're so funny, I love you baby, you're so funny...."
"Yeah, yeah, and completely sexually unappealing by the sounds of things--"
"-- oh no, you're way appealing. So appealing. Baby I am so appealed to you all the fuckin' time..."
Puck tugs Kurt in again, kissing him hard and slow, and actually, Kurt's frosty demeanor doesn't hold up long. His breath starts coming hard and hot against Puck's mouth and Puck shoves a grabby hand up Kurt's shirt, spreading his fingers over his warm, muscled back and yeah; Puck figures it's probs time to shift this to Kurt's bedroom and his crazy fluffy sheepskin rug.
Reluctantly, Puck pulls away, and Kurt whimpers, hand curling against Puck's cheek:
"Puck. Gorgeous." He whispers urgently. "Your dick is not gonna fall off. Please trust me. Let's go to bed, I will be so gentle with you like you wouldn't believe--"
Puck presses a finger to his lips.
"--No no no no Kurt, I don' think it's gonna work. But it's ok. As long as my dick is out of play we can do whatever you want."
Kurt's eyebrows scrunch up in the middle of his forehead.
"... As long as a what-now?"
Puck nods vaguely; starts casting about for another Slim Jim.
"Sure, but there's loadsa other stuff. I wanna do loadsa stuff to you tonight baby. Wanna peel every piece of your clothes off you, so slowly, it'll make you crazy. Kiss you all over, have my mouth of every inch of you, baby; tease you till you're begging me; suck you till you can't see straight..." An idea occurs to him "Or you can top. It's been a while and I miss it. Do you still have those handcuffs?
Kurt's mouth has dropped open, and Puck has to try really really hard not to kiss him again.
"...Ohhhhh." Kurt says, eyes wide, and Puck smiles, 'cos, yay: that's a sex noise.
"Ok, yes." Kurt says suddenly. "Yes to all of that. And I guess you might need to rest up that hard-working penis of yours for maybe a week or so, if you wanna get back to full... performance standard."
Puck nods, letting Kurt scramble off him and pull him back to his feet.
Yup-- sometimes Puck has to pay the price for being such an all-expenses-paid ten-inch stud-muffin.
But he knew Kurt would understand.
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