30 Days of Puckurt Drabbles Day Twenty-Seven

[patchfire]

Welcome to Day Twenty-Seven of 30 Days of Puckurt Drabbles in June: 2012 Edition!

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30 Most Important Moments of Their Lives

[crazysnape]

Surprisingly, it was Kurt who talked about sex the first time. They were a couple for a few weeks already and even if they were very tactile, Puck kept the touch soft. Each time Kurt tried to slid his hand under his boyfriend's clothes, the latter found a way to take it off. He never clearly pushed him away, but never let him go far either. Kurt couldn't help but wonder if it was his fault, Puck used to call himself a sex-shark, and now he didn't even want any under clothes action. One day, after being once more pushed away he asked.

“Why are you always doing that?”

Puck looked at him puzzled, before asking what he was talking about. Kurt lowered his eyes and answered with a little voice

“Spurning me.” Puck answered straightaway.
“ I don't !”
“ Yes you do... Don't... don't you want me ?”

The silence following his question broke his heart. Puck didn't want him. All those feelings, those needs he had in him were only one-way. But then, he felt a hand on his chin, raising his head and he closed his eyes. He didn't want to see pity on his boyfriend's face.

“Kurt, opens your eyes” But Kurt shook his head. “ Of course I want you. All the time.”

Keeping his eyes closed, he inquired why, if it was true, he didn't try to act on those urges.Puck kissed him with all he had, before shyly answering him.

“ Honestly, I do want you, so much... But I don't want to rush. I know I used to say I am a sex-shark, but it was just empty words. I haven't had as much sex, and my first time was pretty shitty. It was with Quinn, we were both drunk and I don't even remember most of it. I don't want the same for you, for us. As lame as it could be, I was thinking we could you know, going slow. Taking the time to discover each other, well that's if you want to.”

Once he finished talking, Puck closed his eyes, it was his turn to be afraid of Kurt's look. Maybe he was wrong, maybe Kurt didn't want the same thing as him, maybe... stopping his depressing thoughts, he felt lips on his. It was soft and promising. He opened his eyes, saw Kurt's smiling face and he just had the time to hear a little “OK” before the lips were back. But he didn't mind, because yeah, everything was OK.