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31 Days of Puckurt Drabbles in January 2013: Day 25
Jan 25, 2013 10:00
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31 Texts From last Night Day 25 (1/2)
test_kard_girl
January 27 2013, 20:21:35 UTC
(845): You. Me. Frosting and a bed. Lets do this.
A fresh bout of retching echoes round the bathroom tiles, and Kurt winces.
"Babe?" He enquires tentatively. No answer. To be fair, Puck probably can't hear him over the sound of
his unhappiness. "Babe?--"
"--I'm fine!" The other boy croaks in answer, and then emits kind of low, gutteral groan like a bull
being punched in the throat.
"Are you being sick?" Kurt asks, fairly needlessly.
He hears Puck gasp weakly against the porcelain. "I just need... a minute... to, ah--"
Then the retching starts again. Oh fabulous.
Kurt's head collapses back against the pillows, his nose wrinkling at the feel of more choclate frosting
melting and dripping tickilishly down the side of his ribcage. It's official. Valentine' Day 2011 has
overshot sexy by miles and landed somewhere not far away from horrifically disappointing.
And it had all started out so well...
In lieu of actual Valentine's presents, Kurt had decided to shelve his usual romantic inclinations and (
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Re: 31 Texts From last Night Day 25 (2/2)
test_kard_girl
January 27 2013, 20:22:01 UTC
But then-- as so much does in Kurt's life-- it all went a bit wrong. Maybe it had been hours, Puck
drawing intricate swirls over the pale, welcoming expanse of his boyfriend's body, and leaning down to
lick and suck the evidence away. But, all at once, Puck seems to freeze; his hands gripping too tight
around Kurt's hip-- and Kurt does his best to prise himself out of semi-consciousness, but before he
can manage it, Puck's dismounted Kurt's thighs and is stumbling across the room to the en-suite.
Then the retching started.
There should be warnings on the packet, Kurt reflects resignedly, tugging futily at his bonds.
Excessive consumption warnings. But then, he should know Puck can never resist chocolate frosting.
Suddenly, Kurt's rattled out of his quiet despair by an urgent knocking at the door:
"Kurt? Uh... you alright in there? You sound kinda--"
"--Don't even think about coming in!" Kurt orders, feeling his whole body light up from embarassment
just at the thought. God, Finn picks the singularly most awkward (
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flowerpotgirl
January 29 2013, 11:54:37 UTC
Fantastic. So many things sound like a good idea, but are not so great in practice.
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test_kard_girl
January 29 2013, 22:51:28 UTC
Haha, yeah, I seem to spend alot of time having these two end up in horrifically awkward scenarios.
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Re: 31 Texts From last Night Day 25 (2/2)
iskra667
January 30 2013, 00:00:13 UTC
LOL!
Are you one of these people who gag at Valentines? :D
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A fresh bout of retching echoes round the bathroom tiles, and Kurt winces.
"Babe?" He enquires tentatively. No answer. To be fair, Puck probably can't hear him over the sound of
his unhappiness. "Babe?--"
"--I'm fine!" The other boy croaks in answer, and then emits kind of low, gutteral groan like a bull
being punched in the throat.
"Are you being sick?" Kurt asks, fairly needlessly.
He hears Puck gasp weakly against the porcelain. "I just need... a minute... to, ah--"
Then the retching starts again. Oh fabulous.
Kurt's head collapses back against the pillows, his nose wrinkling at the feel of more choclate frosting
melting and dripping tickilishly down the side of his ribcage. It's official. Valentine' Day 2011 has
overshot sexy by miles and landed somewhere not far away from horrifically disappointing.
And it had all started out so well...
In lieu of actual Valentine's presents, Kurt had decided to shelve his usual romantic inclinations and ( ... )
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drawing intricate swirls over the pale, welcoming expanse of his boyfriend's body, and leaning down to
lick and suck the evidence away. But, all at once, Puck seems to freeze; his hands gripping too tight
around Kurt's hip-- and Kurt does his best to prise himself out of semi-consciousness, but before he
can manage it, Puck's dismounted Kurt's thighs and is stumbling across the room to the en-suite.
Then the retching started.
There should be warnings on the packet, Kurt reflects resignedly, tugging futily at his bonds.
Excessive consumption warnings. But then, he should know Puck can never resist chocolate frosting.
Suddenly, Kurt's rattled out of his quiet despair by an urgent knocking at the door:
"Kurt? Uh... you alright in there? You sound kinda--"
"--Don't even think about coming in!" Kurt orders, feeling his whole body light up from embarassment
just at the thought. God, Finn picks the singularly most awkward ( ... )
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Are you one of these people who gag at Valentines? :D
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