Re: 31 Texts From last Night Day 30 (2/2)test_kard_girlJanuary 30 2013, 20:30:05 UTC
"Is he watching?" Kurt whispers against Puck's lips as he pulls away.
Puck tries to look surreptitiously over the other boy's shoulder; squints:
"Can't tell from here..."
"Is it Sebastian? It looked like Sebastian..." Kurt curses himself: "I knew he was never over that weasel-faced cock-ring."
Puck slips his hands into the back pockets of Kurt's pants, re-claiming Kurt's attention and tugging their bodies together again:
"Babe, forget about it; you're with the Puckmeister now." He reminds him cheerfully, and Kurt gives him a weird look that's half gratitude and half major depression. Then, suddenly:
"Oh god, oh god, he's looking over here, he's looking--!"
Kurt starts flapping, smacking Puck's arm and, sure enough, when Puck glances over the hobbit and his evil wizard friend seems to have noticed them and the look on Blaine's face is one super-unhappy storm-cloud.
Well. Only one thing for it.
Puck wraps his hands around Kurt's face, pulling his mouth back to his.
For a minute, Kurt seems to have forgotten that this was the plan, 'cos he just keeps on squawking-- but Puck soon frenches him into submission. Actually... Wow, actually that's kind of... Really good... Puck moans a bit against Kurt's mouth as the other boy's teeth catch his lip, tugging eagerly. Puck drops his arms, wrapping one tight round Kurt's skinny waist, pulling him closer, the other hand slipping down and getting a good grip on his ass. Wow, ok... Really nice ass; Puck's other hand re-thinks it's mission and follows, making sure it gets a good squeeze as well.
"Is he still looking?" Kurt breathes when they breaks for air, and Puck answers without hesitation.
"Yup, keep kissing me."
Kurt pushes his fingertips up the back of Puck's head as he licks his mouth apart, making the other boy shudder all the way to his bones. Wow, yeah, ok, now Puck can feel the difference when macking on a dude instead of a chick: and it's not just that tentative hard-on digging into his thigh--
"--Two non-fat, extra hot mochas, one with whip one without for Hummel-Puckerman?" Their barista announces, voice dripping disdain.
The two boys yank themselves apart, breathing heavily. Puck has to physically stop himself from reaching down to adjust his nuttage. Kurt looks about as close as he's ever come to ravaged.
"Hummel-Puckerman, that's you guys?" The barista reminds them and Kurt gapes soundlessly like he's forgotten what his name is.
"Where's-- where's Blaine?" He asks instead, voice hoarse.
Puck squints towards the window: "Gone. They're... uh... they're gone." He reports dazedly.
Kurt just makes the tiniest little 'oh' sound:
"Actually," He says breathlessly to the barista, curling a possessive hand in Puck's shirt "can we have those to stay?"
"Is he watching?" Kurt whispers against Puck's lips as he pulls away.
Puck tries to look surreptitiously over the other boy's shoulder; squints:
"Can't tell from here..."
"Is it Sebastian? It looked like Sebastian..." Kurt curses himself: "I knew he was never over that weasel-faced cock-ring."
Puck slips his hands into the back pockets of Kurt's pants, re-claiming Kurt's attention and tugging their bodies together again:
"Babe, forget about it; you're with the Puckmeister now." He reminds him cheerfully, and Kurt gives him a weird look that's half gratitude and half major depression. Then, suddenly:
"Oh god, oh god, he's looking over here, he's looking--!"
Kurt starts flapping, smacking Puck's arm and, sure enough, when Puck glances over the hobbit and his evil wizard friend seems to have noticed them and the look on Blaine's face is one super-unhappy storm-cloud.
Well. Only one thing for it.
Puck wraps his hands around Kurt's face, pulling his mouth back to his.
For a minute, Kurt seems to have forgotten that this was the plan, 'cos he just keeps on squawking-- but Puck soon frenches him into submission. Actually... Wow, actually that's kind of... Really good... Puck moans a bit against Kurt's mouth as the other boy's teeth catch his lip, tugging eagerly. Puck drops his arms, wrapping one tight round Kurt's skinny waist, pulling him closer, the other hand slipping down and getting a good grip on his ass. Wow, ok... Really nice ass; Puck's other hand re-thinks it's mission and follows, making sure it gets a good squeeze as well.
"Is he still looking?" Kurt breathes when they breaks for air, and Puck answers without hesitation.
"Yup, keep kissing me."
Kurt pushes his fingertips up the back of Puck's head as he licks his mouth apart, making the other boy shudder all the way to his bones. Wow, yeah, ok, now Puck can feel the difference when macking on a dude instead of a chick: and it's not just that tentative hard-on digging into his thigh--
"--Two non-fat, extra hot mochas, one with whip one without for Hummel-Puckerman?" Their barista announces, voice dripping disdain.
The two boys yank themselves apart, breathing heavily. Puck has to physically stop himself from reaching down to adjust his nuttage. Kurt looks about as close as he's ever come to ravaged.
"Hummel-Puckerman, that's you guys?" The barista reminds them and Kurt gapes soundlessly like he's forgotten what his name is.
"Where's-- where's Blaine?" He asks instead, voice hoarse.
Puck squints towards the window: "Gone. They're... uh... they're gone." He reports dazedly.
Kurt just makes the tiniest little 'oh' sound:
"Actually," He says breathlessly to the barista, curling a possessive hand in Puck's shirt "can we have those to stay?"
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that weasel-faced cock-ring
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