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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
instead take a shot at pandering to his boyfriend's slightly more... feral tastes. He decided to make
him up a little gift, a few of Puck's favourite things, that he could enjoy seperately-- or-- indeed,
in tandem: chocolate frosting, fluffy handcuffs and well... Kurt.
so. Puck divested them both of their clothes in record time. That was a given. When Kurt let Puck pull
his arms up above his head and click the handcuffs around his wrists, he thought they were both gonna
come from sheer anticipation. Then, Puck brought out the frosting.
Kurt gasped when it first dripped onto his skin: so cold, it made his whole body jerk, and Puck
grinned like he's just discovered the secret of eternal orgasm and reached out a hand to grip his hip
and hold him down.
It felt mind-blowing. The cool smoothness of the chocolate; the rough, hot pad of Puck's tongue as he
concentrated on sensuously licking away every last stain of it. Kurt found himself pulling against his
handcuffs just to feel Puck's mouth chasing over his skin; his fingers gripping tighter around his body and
pulling him back. It felt like hours, Kurt with his eyes closed and almost asleep, high on endorphins
and seratonin and sugar, when Puck reached up his body to kiss him with warm, chocolate-slick lips.
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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 times to be a concerned big brother.
Kurt tries again to wrench his hands out of the cuffs. He can practically hear Finn's indecisive
shuffling other side of the door; an ominous rattle of the doorknob.
"...Uh, you...Everything ok?"
"Of course everything's ok!!!" Kurt repeats, desperately upbeat: "Why would it not be ok!?" Yeah, he's
handcuffed naked to his own bed with melted chocolate dripping onto his bedsheets and his boyfriend
upchucking in the toilet. "Trust me, you do not want to be in here!"
"Who's shouting?" Puck croaks again from the bathroom, before his words get overtaken by another gut-
churning splatter of vomit.
Oh god. Worst. Valentine's day. ever.
"Kurt, I don't--"
"NO!!!" Kurt shrieks as the door swings open.
No-one could've predicted the knock-on effect. But suffice to say, a six-foot Frankenteen collapsing
in shock at the top of the landing is bound to bring people running.
(Kurt never, ever lets Puck handcuff him to anything ever again.)
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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
instead take a shot at pandering to his boyfriend's slightly more... feral tastes. He decided to make
him up a little gift, a few of Puck's favourite things, that he could enjoy seperately-- or-- indeed,
in tandem: chocolate frosting, fluffy handcuffs and well... Kurt.
so. Puck divested them both of their clothes in record time. That was a given. When Kurt let Puck pull
his arms up above his head and click the handcuffs around his wrists, he thought they were both gonna
come from sheer anticipation. Then, Puck brought out the frosting.
Kurt gasped when it first dripped onto his skin: so cold, it made his whole body jerk, and Puck
grinned like he's just discovered the secret of eternal orgasm and reached out a hand to grip his hip
and hold him down.
It felt mind-blowing. The cool smoothness of the chocolate; the rough, hot pad of Puck's tongue as he
concentrated on sensuously licking away every last stain of it. Kurt found himself pulling against his
handcuffs just to feel Puck's mouth chasing over his skin; his fingers gripping tighter around his body and
pulling him back. It felt like hours, Kurt with his eyes closed and almost asleep, high on endorphins
and seratonin and sugar, when Puck reached up his body to kiss him with warm, chocolate-slick lips.
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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 times to be a concerned big brother.
Kurt tries again to wrench his hands out of the cuffs. He can practically hear Finn's indecisive
shuffling other side of the door; an ominous rattle of the doorknob.
"...Uh, you...Everything ok?"
"Of course everything's ok!!!" Kurt repeats, desperately upbeat: "Why would it not be ok!?" Yeah, he's
handcuffed naked to his own bed with melted chocolate dripping onto his bedsheets and his boyfriend
upchucking in the toilet. "Trust me, you do not want to be in here!"
"Who's shouting?" Puck croaks again from the bathroom, before his words get overtaken by another gut-
churning splatter of vomit.
Oh god. Worst. Valentine's day. ever.
"Kurt, I don't--"
"NO!!!" Kurt shrieks as the door swings open.
No-one could've predicted the knock-on effect. But suffice to say, a six-foot Frankenteen collapsing
in shock at the top of the landing is bound to bring people running.
(Kurt never, ever lets Puck handcuff him to anything ever again.)
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Are you one of these people who gag at Valentines? :D
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