My Place In You Life 23.5/?
Author: allatingle
Rating: NC-17
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Kurt/Puck, the rest of the gang wanders in and out.
Genre: Romance/Angst
Warnings: None
Spoilers: I can't separate Glee from FF or RL anymore so lets say everything.
Disclaimer: Mine only in my warped imagination.
Summary: Kurt and Puck decide to have some fun together. Just fun, no strings. But being totally casual isn't as easy as it looks.
Word Count: 3960
Twenty minutes later they were finally at Kurt’s house, in Kurt's bed; naked, panting and needy. Well, Kurt was. Puck was the picture of relaxation, lying between Kurt’s legs, leisurely kissing and licking and sucking up his thighs, over his hips, across his belly, everywhere except for where Kurt really wanted him to be kissing and licking and sucking.
“Noah,” Kurt whined. “Stop teasing.”
Puck continued to plant open mouthed kisses on the back of Kurt’s thighs. “I’m not teasing, I’m taking my time. There’s a difference.”
Kurt made a noise of frustration. “Not from here, there isn’t.” He shifted slightly on the bed, trying to place his cock in the pathway of Noah’s wandering lips. Not very subtle, but Kurt wasn’t in the mood to be coy. They hadn’t had the opportunity to spend the whole night together since their first time, months ago, and he wanted to make the most of the next twelve hours. He wanted to have hot, sweaty, relentless sex. He wanted to fall asleep spent and exhausted and completely blissed out. He wanted to wake up in the morning in the sweet circle of Noah’s arms. And then he wanted to do it all over again.
Puck ducked around Kurt’s jutting cock and instead sucked at his belly. The frustrated noise came again and Puck chuckled. “What did you text me about patience earlier?”
“I'm not impatient. I'm desperate. Frantic. I will literally burst into flames if you don’t stop sucking my belly and start sucking my cock.”
“You mean figuratively burst into flames.”
“What?”
Puck dragged his teeth lightly across Kurt’s hip bone. “You won’t actually burst into flames, so it’s figuratively not literally.”
Kurt blinked. “You are not seriously correcting my grammar right now?”
“What? You correct my grammar all the time.”
“No-ah- ” he broke off as Puck licked a long, slow stripe up the underside of his cock.
“Relax, babe, we’ve got all night.”
“Yes, so how about you take your time in the second round? This time let’s just go for quick and dirty.” Kurt’s hand snaked down his body and grasped his cock but he only managed one luxurious stroke before Puck grabbed his wrist and pulled it away.
“Nuh-uh, no touching.”
“Noah,” Kurt whimpered, wiggling his hips and dislodging Puck’s mouth from where they were currently sucking a pattern of red splotches onto his hip. “Come on.”
Puck grasped flesh between his teeth and tugged making Kurt hiss and shooting a little frisson of pain laced pleasure down to his already aching cock. “Quit squirming.”
“You know, you were the one yawning and stretching, repeatedly, over coffee,” Kurt pointed out.
“Mmm,” Puck hummed against the soft skin at the crease of Kurt's thigh and he shivered. “I wanted you alone.”
“And now you have me, so...”
“So, what?”
“So get on with it already!”
Kurt threaded his fingers into Puck’s hair and tried to gently guide his head just a little up and to the right but Puck ducked deftly out of his grasp. He reached up then, grabbing Kurt's wrists and when he spoke, his voice dipped to that low, growly place that always made Kurt’s mouth go dry. “I said, no touching.”
Kurt looked down into Noah’s eyes, dark and glittering, felt Noah's hands tight around his wrists and a tiny quiver of... something stirred low in his belly. “I... I just want...”
“I know exactly what you want. And I’ll give it to you, when I’m good and ready.”
The muscles in Kurt’s stomach twitched. “Wh-what does that mean?” His wide eyes and breathy voice were miles away from the arched brow and cool tone he had intended.
Puck pressed Kurt’s wrists down against the mattress. “It means I will get on with it how and when I want. It means stop trying to direct traffic. It means turn off your brain, quit your bitching and just take it.”
The muscles twitched again and prickly heat skittered down the back of Kurt's thighs. Noah had certainly never been shy or timid when it came to sex, in fact his brash confidence was half of the reason he only had to look at Kurt and goosebumps broke out on his skin, but he'd also never been like this. And this, the immobilizing grip on his wrists, the commanding tone of his voice, this was a whole different galaxy of hot.
Puck nuzzled at the base of Kurt's cock and then moved up slowly, hot breath dancing across the sensitive skin, lips just brushing as he spoke. “You made me sit through forty-seven cups of coffee, enough wedding talk to ensure that I will never get married and an eternity of prom talk, including a twenty minute debate about chandelier versus hoop earrings. All of that with you sitting right next to me, making fucking orgasm noises while you ate cake.”
Kurt flexed his fingers, the only part of his hands, his arms really, that he could actually move. He swallowed thickly. “I... it wasn’t on purpose... it was just... really good cake.”
“And stroking your neck and licking white, creamy foam off your lips?”
Okay, that, he’d kind of done on purpose. "I... um..."
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. So now, you are going to lie right here and keep your hands fucking still while I do whatever. I. Want. Got it?”
Kurt’s breath was coming in little, shallow pants and the muscles in his stomach had stopped twitching and were just clenched tight and he could only stare at Noah because coherent thought had just taken its final curtain call. To thunderous applause.
“Answer me.” Puck gave his wrists a squeeze.
Kurt opened his mouth but all that came out was a strangled, “Nngh.”
Puck brushed his tongue, feather light, across the tip of Kurt's cock. “Yes, or no?”
And there it was. The reason that Kurt couldn't help but love this boy. Because even now, in this moment, even as he was pinning Kurt's hands and commanding him to behave, Noah was still being considerate of him. He was still asking for permission, never pushing too far or too fast and never further than Kurt was willing to go. And that was why he was willing to go anywhere with him.
That and the fact that he was apparently a dirty little perv who liked being held down and told to take it.
“Y-yes. Yes.”
Still holding his wrists, eyes locked with Kurt’s, Puck smirked. “Okay, then.”
He ducked his head back down and resumed worshipping Kurt’s body with his mouth and Kurt could do nothing but watch. Watch Noah’s lips and tongue rove across his skin, watch them suck at his nipples until he gasped, tickle at his ribs until he squirmed, suck more mottled bruises, on his thighs this time, until he moaned. Everywhere they could reach with the glaring, agonizing exception of his cock, hard and throbbing and dripping pre-come onto his belly. Pre-come Noah lapped up with a thoroughly sinful, “Mmm,” and then followed with a wicked chuckle when Kurt let out a strangled, “Fuuck.”
“I like you like this,” Puck murmured. “We should definitely invest in handcuffs.”
An image of himself naked and bound to the bed by shiny, metal handcuffs instantly filled Kurt’s brain and he shuddered. “Fucking hell, Noah, please.”
Puck heaved a dramatic, put-upon sigh. "Oh, all right."
For a moment, Kurt sincerely wanted to kick him but before he could remind his legs how to move Noah sucked the head of his cock into his mouth and Kurt gave up the thought in favour of groaning and thumping his head back into the pillow. His fingers curled into the sheets and his wrists strained against Noah’s hold, because as brain melting as the image of being shackled to the bed was, he wanted his hands back right now, wanted to grip Noah’s hair to hold him in place and thrust into his wicked, hot, fantastic mouth. Just a few times, because Kurt was pretty sure that’s all it would take. Noah, however, just held him fast and slid his lips up and down his cock at the same meandering pace he had been using since they landed in a tangled heap on the bed forever ago and it was too slow, too slow, and then it was gone.
“Nooo!” Kurt cried out, his voice a thoroughly pathetic whine but he didn’t care. The only thing he cared about was having Noah’s mouth back on his cock, right freakin' now. But before he could ask, beg, plead, Noah released his wrists and sat back on his heels.
“Roll over.”
It took Kurt’s brain a few seconds to stop lamenting the loss of Noah’s mouth and catch up with what he’d just said and oh. Oh, yes, yes; blow jobs were good, sex was better. He rolled quickly onto his stomach, hissing when his swollen cock rubbed against the sheets.
Puck leaned over him and grabbed his hands again, pushing them up into the pillows by his head. “Keep your hands up here,” he commanded.
Kurt felt that shiver of prickly heat again and just barely managed a nod and a wobbly, “O-okay.”
He felt rather than heard Noah’s appreciative hum. A low rumble like distant thunder passing from Noah’s body into his and he gasped a little and then a lot when Noah’s tongue made contact with his skin again and began trailing down the ridges of his spine. For one terrible, awful second he thought Noah was just going to continue driving him out of his mind with slow kissing and licking, but his fear was stopped dead in its tracks, along with his breath, when Noah’s tongue continued past his waist and down between his cheeks. The sound that he made was somewhere between surprise and pleasure, because it had been a few weeks since Noah had casually mentioned rimming and Kurt hadn’t been sure it was really going to happen. I mean, he was hoping it was going to happen because, guh, but it wasn’t for everyone, least of all a having-a-secret-gay-relationship jock but, oh Jesus, Noah’s tongue slid back up, dipping deeper, and grazing his hole and a noise came from Kurt again; definitely pleasure.
Noah’s hands caressed up the back of his thighs and grasped his cheeks, pulling them apart and Kurt gasped and flushed with heat because he had to look positively indecent; naked, spread eagled on his bed, ass up and open wide, his hole bare and exposed to Noah’s gaze, Noah’s breath and please, sweet Valentino, Noah’s tongue. And then it was there, the soft, rough, wet, hot, perfect touch, not a delicate graze this time, but a firm and purposeful drag across his hole.
“O-oh God,” Kurt moaned brokenly.
Noah began licking steadily, quick little flicks alternating with long, slow slides across the puckered skin and Kurt's whole body started to tremble. He whimpered and gasped for air in a desperate attempt to keep his brain functioning so that he wouldn’t start to grind down into the bed to release the tension that was already approaching fever pitch, or worse, back onto Noah’s tongue, which would not only be beyond any shred of decorum he had left, but that he also suspected would drive him beyond fever pitch to completely unhinged.
His struggle for control of his brain was all for naught though, because Noah suddenly stopped licking wetly over his hole and began pressing the tip of his tongue directly against it, swirling in tight circles, assaulting every nerve ending with exquisite heat and cascading pleasure and Kurt swore he could hear little popping, crackling noises as the neurons in his brain began exploding like an overloaded transformer.
“Noah, God, ohh, fuck,” he groaned.
He gripped fistfuls of pillow tightly in each hand and moaned helplessly as Noah worked him over with his tongue. Circling slowly, pushing forward a little into the tight ring of muscle and then retreating and, oh Gaga, he didn’t mean to because he was already moaning and writhing like a porn star as it was, but he couldn’t stop himself from spreading his legs wider and pushing his ass back against Noah’s tongue, into Noah’s tongue, around Noah’s tongue because, ohGodohfuckmoreyespleasepleasemore. Unhinged. Completely. Not a hinge in sight.
“Noah-need-please-I-" he was making no sense but, frankly it was a miracle he could even form words at all and it didn’t matter because Noah understood. He pulled back and grabbed Kurt’s waist, dragging him back and pulling his hips up off the bed, forcing him onto his forearms. He slid a strong arm underneath him and wrapped his hand around Kurt's cock at the same time that he dove his head back down and thrust his tongue deep into Kurt’s twitching hole and Kurt began to implode. Everywhere, all at once, building so rapidly, blood, heat, energy rushing so quickly that he felt dizzy and his body began moving on raw instinct and need, forward into the tight circle of Noah’s fist and then back onto the wet heat of his tongue. Back and forth, he didn’t know how many times, just that it was endless and not enough. And then his back arched and every muscle in his body clenched tight as he teetered on the edge, the world so very suddenly devoid of sound, light, breath, thought and then he tumbled, free falling into the glorious abyss, crying out a broken mess of gasps and moans and sobs as his orgasm ricocheted through him.
It was a while before Kurt drifted reluctantly back into his body. He liked post orgasm world. It was warm and soft… like a kitten or a cashmere blanket… and so very glowy and light, like a feather in a breeze, like…
“You still with me?” Noah’s voice was raspy.
He had been loud at the end, shouting out Kurt's name and a litany of curses before Kurt felt the splashes of, really, quite an astonishing amount of come, streaking across his back and then collapsed beside him.
“…‘m here,” Kurt mumbled into the pillow. He took a long, deep breath and let it out slowly. “I think I’m going to have to reconsider my entire belief system because clearly there is a God.”
Puck snickered. “Rimming made you a believer?”
“Totally. I’m going to church tomorrow to sing His praises.”
“Hmm, I think you sang his praises quite a bit already.” Noah yawned. “And after a nap, I’m going to have you singing them again, so you can probably skip church.”
Kurt managed a fairly impressive eye roll despite the fact that his face was still smooshed into the pillow. “Seriously, how do you not tip over with that giant ego weighing you down?”
Puck rolled onto his side to face him. “My giant cock is a counter weight.”
Kurt snorted and lapsed into a fit of helpless giggles, because he was boneless and happy and the boy beside him was bright and warm and silly and beautiful. “You’re ridiculous,” he finally breathed out.
“Yep, and you love it,” Puck said with a grin.
Kurt reached out and raked his fingers back through Noah's hair, smiling softly when his eyes fluttered closed and he hummed contentedly.
“Maybe a little,” Kurt said quietly.
Puck grasped his hand and pulled it down to his lips, kissing his palm and Kurt’s heart ached with the words he wanted to say.
I love you.
But instead, he rolled over onto his side and wiggled back towards Puck until his back was pressed against his chest. Puck slung his arm around Kurt’s waist and twined their fingers together. He buried his nose in Kurt’s hair and Kurt heard him inhale, felt his chest expand against his back as he took in the scent of Kurt’s hair.
“Mmm, vanilla, my favorite,” Puck mumbled.
Kurt chuckled quietly, “Purely coincidence.”
Puck just nuzzled closer and they drifted off to sleep.
~~~
“Whatcha doin’ babe,” Puck asked sleepily, standing in the doorway to the living room.
Kurt started at the sound of his voice and dropped the remote. He scrambled for it and hastily pressed stop, freezing the screen on a dark haired woman with big blue eyes.
Puck squinted at the fuzzy image. “Is that your mom?”
“Oh, um, yeah. I was just... they’re just some old movies. I couldn’t sleep. Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“You didn’t.” Puck yawned as he moved into the room and sank down onto the couch beside him. “How come you couldn’t sleep? I thought I wore you out pretty good that second time.”
Kurt’s mouth quirked up a little. “You did, I was dehydrated. I just came up to get some water and... and then I was kind of awake so...”
Puck looked up at the screen and then back at Kurt. “You starting to freak out about your Dad getting married?”
Kurt silently cursed Noah’s seemingly inherent ability to see right though him, and denied it anyway. “What? No, of course not. Why would I freak out?”
“Well, it’s been just the two of you for a while and in a couple of months it won’t be. I mean, my dad’s an asshole but if my mom was getting remarried it’d still be kind of weird.”
“Well, it’s not and I’m not. Freaking out, I mean. I really like Carole and my dad adores her and she adores him and... they’re good together, so, it’s good. It’s great.”
Puck rubbed a hand over his face and settled deeper into the couch beside him. “Okay, so then why are you up at 3am watching old home movies of your mom?”
“I told you, I couldn’t sleep,” Kurt’s voice was high and a little sharp, both telltale signs that he was anxious and trying to cover it up.
He grabbed his bottle of water from the coffee table and drained the last of it and when he spoke he made a conscious effort to lower his voice. “I need more water, what about you, are you thirsty? You must be, I’ll get you a bottle too,” he rambled. He hopped off the couch but had only managed to take half a step before Puck grabbed his hand and pulled him back down.
“Okay, we’ve determined I like being manhandled, but let’s not get carried away,” Kurt quipped. He tried to pull his hand back but Puck held on.
“Come on babe,” he murmured, completely unperturbed by Kurt’s blatant attempts to redirect the conversation. “What is it?”
Kurt sighed. Damn Noah for being so patient and unflappable.
I love you for being so patient and unflappable.
“I... it’s not the wedding, I really am happy about that. It’s just... it’s... moving.”
Puck’s brow furrowed. “I thought you were excited about moving. A whole house to decorate, a bigger closet...”
“I am, it’s just...” Kurt pulled his feet up onto the couch and wrapped his arms around his knees. “When I was in the kitchen I saw the cracked tile.”
Puck blinked. “What cracked tile?”
“On the floor by the fridge. You don’t really notice it if you don’t know it’s there.”
“Okay, so, you saw the cracked tile.”
There was a pause before Kurt nodded. “And then I remembered how it got cracked.”
“How did it get cracked?” Puck prompted.
There was another pause, longer this time and when Kurt spoke, his voice was quiet. “My mom did it. She was making breakfast one morning and my dad snuck up behind her and blew a raspberry on her neck. She jumped and dropped her coffee mug and it broke and cracked the tile.”
“Oh,” Puck responded.
Kurt could tell he was trying to find some kind of deeper meaning and coming up empty which wasn’t surprising since there was nothing really remarkable about spilled coffee or a broken dish or a cracked tile.
“It’s nothing, I know. A cracked tile in a kitchen, so what? I hardly even notice it most of the time but whenever I do, I remember and...” He fidgeted with the hem of his pyjamas. “In the new house, it won’t be there.”
Puck slid an arm around Kurt’s shoulders but said nothing.
“This house... this is my mom’s house. She walked these floors, she touched these walls, she tripped on the stairs, all the freaking time, she used to say she was the only person in the world who tripped up the stairs,” Kurt laughed, wry amusement tinged with loss, always the loss. “She let me help her stencil those godawful purple butterflies on the wall in the upstairs bathroom, she played Go Fish with me at the kitchen table she watched Ninja Turtles with me in the living room. She’s here, in this house and when we move... she won’t be there.”
“Kurt-” Puck started, but Kurt cut him off.
“No, I know. Carole is great and I’m so happy for my Dad and all of us because, I never would have expected it in a million years, but somehow we all just fit and it feels like family and that feels really good, but... " he rested his chin on his knees, "We were a family too, me and my mom and my dad, and we were a family here. All my memories, of us, of her, are here. And when we move, that’s all going to be gone.”
"Kurt," Puck said his name again, but Kurt didn't look up. He just stared at the ring of condensation his water bottle had left on the coffee table and blinked quickly trying to push back the tears that were suddenly welling in his eyes.
Puck took Kurt’s chin in his hand, turning his face deliberately towards him. “Kurt, your mom, those memories, they’re not in this house. It’s not the stairs or the ugly butterflies or where you played Go Fish or the cracked tile, that’s just stuff. You’ll forget most of it eventually anyway. What you won’t forget is that she was kind of clumsy or that she let you help or that she spent time with you.”
Puck’s hand left his chin and swept back through his disheveled hair, coming to rest on his neck, warm and solid and reassuring and Kurt reached up and covered the hand with his own, leaned into it, let it keep him steady and grounded and safe.
“Babe, it doesn’t matter if you live here, or across town, or across the freakin’ world, you’ll never forget that she loved you.”
A few of the tears finally spilled over and slid down his cheeks because Noah was right, of course, and Kurt knew it. He had just needed to hear it. He leaned his forehead against Noah’s and swiped at his cheeks with the back of his hand.
“How do always know exactly what to say?”
Puck shrugged and smiled, that bizarrely perfect combination of sweet and cocky that only he could pull off. “I’m amazing, I’m almost positive I’ve mentioned that before.”
Kurt huffed a laugh. “Yes, I think you might have.” He tipped his chin forward and pressed a kiss to Noah’s lips. “Thank you.”
Puck just gave his neck a gentle squeeze. “Do you want to keep watching?”
Kurt looked up at the still frame of his mom, smiling and beautiful. “Another time,” he yawned. “Lets go back to bed.”
“Now, there’s a plan.” Puck climbed off the couch and held out his hand.
Kurt took it with a beautiful smile of his own, and let Noah lead him back to bed.