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31 Days of Puckurt Drabbles in January 2013: Day 25
Jan 25, 2013 10:00
Welcome to Day 25 of the 31 Days of Puckurt Drabbles in January! Please post all of today's drabbles here!
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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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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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