31 Texts From last Night Day 31!!! (1/2)test_kard_girlJanuary 31 2013, 18:09:55 UTC
(+61): Nah, I'm just going to keep fucking him until he realizes we're perfect for each other.
Kurt's out of bed when he gets back; pulled his jeans and shirt from yesterday back on, close to drowning with one of Puck's zip-ups over the top. He looks good in Puck's clothes. Puck nudges his door closed with his elbow:
"Water's still hot if you want it." He tells him, trying to figure out why his stomach's contracting like some rotton piece of fruit; why Kurt's staying on the other side of the room and shifting nervously like they've never had a morning-after before.
"You okay?" He asks and Kurt nods immediately, although his 'yeah' sounds empty when he replies. Puck turns away, toweling the dampness out of his hair.
"...Puck?"
"Mmm?" Puck tries to sound bright-- Brightly off-putting, like some cop shining a flashlight in your face. It doesn't work.
"Look I know... I know this is probably not the best time...Probably the worst time, I don't know, but I..." Kurt sounds sick. "I need to ask you something."
Re: 31 Texts From last Night Day 31!!! (2/3)test_kard_girlJanuary 31 2013, 18:11:19 UTC
The other boy's body is rigid in his arms, but the one hand he has free rests against Puck's head, his breath coming in short gasps against Puck's ear. Puck squeezes his eyes shut.
In the dark, Kurt feels far more real. Puck knows his body perfectly; has explored most every inch of it. His arms fit easily around his slender waist, hidden under Puck's hoody. He knows what it'll feel like when Kurt wraps his legs around him, he knows that he can hold him up easily for a minute and a half then he'll need to find a wall. He knows where the parting is in his hair; he knows the shape he traces with his tongue around the rim of his ear; he knows the difference between his laugh during sex and his laugh after sex and he knows Kurt's fingers one by one and how he can work the muscles in Puck's back with the same ease he picks out harmonies on a piano. Puck bites hard into his own bottom lip.
"The last time." He says, mumbling into Kurt's shoulder. "The last time I was in love with someone I ruined her life and she'll hate me forever."
Re: 31 Texts From last Night Day 31!!! (3/3)test_kard_girlJanuary 31 2013, 18:12:15 UTC
Puck scrunches up his forehead, leaning into the touch of Kurt's fingers. He thought he had. He thought he had answered it, but Kurt doesn't always speak his language; he doesn't always hear how Puck's skin's singing when it's brushing his; how his heart feels like it's taking over his whole body when their lips meet. Kurt does words; real words, in English:
"Being in love with you is the only thing that's kept me alive some days." Puck tells him, and it's the most honest thing he's said since he told Quinn how fucked up she is.
Kurt blinks. He looks like he didn't expect that at all. He looks just like he did that first night when Puck cuddled up with him on the sofa and it felt more perfect than anything else in the world had in years.
Then, he moves and catches Puck's lips with his.
Oh and Puck knows this. He knows this. He kisses Kurt back, fitting their bodies close like he's done a hundred times, feeling every place their skin touches light up like that Lite Brite pin toy Brittany has.
Wow, thankyou so much *blushes*. I'm so glad you liked it.
I have to say, I got way too over-invested in this text. There's like chapters and chapters more of this particular story I'd love to write, but I think that would ruin it.
Thanks for all your wonderful comments babe *hugs* xx
Kurt's out of bed when he gets back; pulled his jeans and shirt from yesterday back on, close to drowning with one of Puck's zip-ups over the top. He looks good in Puck's clothes. Puck nudges his door closed with his elbow:
"Water's still hot if you want it." He tells him, trying to figure out why his stomach's contracting like some rotton piece of fruit; why Kurt's staying on the other side of the room and shifting nervously like they've never had a morning-after before.
"You okay?" He asks and Kurt nods immediately, although his 'yeah' sounds empty when he replies. Puck turns away, toweling the dampness out of his hair.
"...Puck?"
"Mmm?" Puck tries to sound bright-- Brightly off-putting, like some cop shining a flashlight in your face. It doesn't work.
"Look I know... I know this is probably not the best time...Probably the worst time, I don't know, but I..." Kurt sounds sick. "I need to ask you something."
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The other boy's body is rigid in his arms, but the one hand he has free rests against Puck's head, his breath coming in short gasps against Puck's ear. Puck squeezes his eyes shut.
In the dark, Kurt feels far more real. Puck knows his body perfectly; has explored most every inch of it. His arms fit easily around his slender waist, hidden under Puck's hoody. He knows what it'll feel like when Kurt wraps his legs around him, he knows that he can hold him up easily for a minute and a half then he'll need to find a wall. He knows where the parting is in his hair; he knows the shape he traces with his tongue around the rim of his ear; he knows the difference between his laugh during sex and his laugh after sex and he knows Kurt's fingers one by one and how he can work the muscles in Puck's back with the same ease he picks out harmonies on a piano. Puck bites hard into his own bottom lip.
"The last time." He says, mumbling into Kurt's shoulder. "The last time I was in love with someone I ruined her life and she'll hate me forever."
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Puck scrunches up his forehead, leaning into the touch of Kurt's fingers. He thought he had. He thought he had answered it, but Kurt doesn't always speak his language; he doesn't always hear how Puck's skin's singing when it's brushing his; how his heart feels like it's taking over his whole body when their lips meet. Kurt does words; real words, in English:
"Being in love with you is the only thing that's kept me alive some days." Puck tells him, and it's the most honest thing he's said since he told Quinn how fucked up she is.
Kurt blinks. He looks like he didn't expect that at all. He looks just like he did that first night when Puck cuddled up with him on the sofa and it felt more perfect than anything else in the world had in years.
Then, he moves and catches Puck's lips with his.
Oh and Puck knows this. He knows this. He kisses Kurt back, fitting their bodies close like he's done a hundred times, feeling every place their skin touches light up like that Lite Brite pin toy Brittany has.
It's the kind of kissing he's never ( ... )
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Will you archive them all to LJ or AO3? They're too good to get lost in comments :(
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AO3's a good idea, it's so good for big chunks of nonsense like this.-- I'll post an update once I've done it (might take a while).
Thanks so much for all your comments this challenge! Makes me all warm and fuzzy to know anyone's reading and enjoying :) :)
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I loved Puck's thought that Kurt wanted ' real English words'.
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I have to say, I got way too over-invested in this text. There's like chapters and chapters more of this particular story I'd love to write, but I think that would ruin it.
Thanks for all your wonderful comments babe *hugs* xx
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I nearly asked but didn't want to be greedy.
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