Ficlet: Honorary Girl...
Title: Honorary Girl
Author: Kaellite
Disclaimer: Not mine, if they were Puck would have claimed Kurt a long time ago
Warnings: Language, Boys kissing and groping
Word Count: 822
Rating: R
Summary: Kurt’s an honorary girl, and Puck likes it…
Spoilers: Through “The Power of Madonna” ep
A/N: This is a follow-up to “4 Minutes’” but could stand alone….
Hell no! I’m not singing that song. I don’t want to know what it’s like to be a girl; I know what it’s like to be in one, that’s good enough for me. Shit, I’ve been in a woman, several women. That’s more than the rest of you can say, except for you Mr. Shoop, and depending on who you believe, even that’s debatable. Women, boys, women: women who look at me with want, because I can give them something their husband’s cant.
Fuck em! And I do, but still fuck em. Because they’d still give up me and my hands, my mouth, my huge cock for that big house and nice car. All the same, older Santanas with their credit scores, or Quinns with providing for a baby. Hell, there’s more than being a good Dad or man than a paycheck. Yeah, they look at me with want, but not like you do Princess.
Want me to be a stand-up guy? The best part of me’s been standing up since you walked in the room, but I’ll sing the damn song if it helps me with you. Yeah, I knew it would. That’s the ‘Finn’ look, but now I’m getting it, and I know what to do with it. Yeah, stretch that neck for a better look; gives me a chance to see that white skin I’m going to mark. Yeah, Princess, everyone’s going to know you’ve been loved when I get you alone. Okay, look away, I’ll just look at that ripe little ass; you’ve got a perfect cushion for pushing, you know that Hummel?
What? Shoop, you talk to damn much, can’t you see I’m busy?
Yes, Hummel wanted him. All it took was Puck giving him the once over (okay, the twice-over, but the boy was so damn pretty) and blatantly licking his lips, and Kurt stayed behind not even noticing Finn leaving. After that, it was just a matter of pulling Hummel to him and then… Fuck, he tasted sweet. It was Kurt's own damn fault if he had bruised lips because anyone who tasted that good was just asking to be bitten and devoured. Once he was sure that Kurt wasn’t going anywhere, he let his hands wander down and wrapped them the gleek’s waist, the fingers almost touching. Noah knows that shouldn’t turn him on so much, but damned if it doesn’t. Not as much as the mewls and groans coming from the throat he’s marking. The boy has range, he’ll give him that; a nip here and a low growl comes out, a scrape of the teeth right below the ear and Hummel’s hitting a note that would make Berry jealous. Not that he’s planning on sharing. No, he likes Hummel right where he is, rutting against him for all he’s worth.
“Like that Princess?” He smirks before sinking his teeth in the collarbone, and how he got the shirt open Puck has no idea. Damn, he’s good.
“Ye..yeah.” Slender fingers tentatively caress that bulge Puck’s sporting. “You do too.”
“Yeah, Princess, I like it a lot.” Pressing harder into the pliant body glued to his, Puck squeezed Kurt’s ass and slides a finger down into his pants, only to watch as Kurt backed away.
“Too bad.” Kurt starts getting busy making himself presentable, agilely avoiding Puck’s grasp. “Too bad,” he repeats through swollen lips, “because we both know that when it comes down to it, you don’t have the balls to publically claim what you want.”
Was he questioning Puck’s manliness? If so, Kurt didn’t seem to care about the effect, because he just kept running off at the mouth. “If you were man enough to do that, I’d be so perfect for you; soft enough to let you be the one in charge, the strong one.” For a second there, Puck thought the Gleek sounded exhausted, then it passed, “And I’m still a boy so I understand your needs.” A smile crossed his face that made him look like a fallen angel, one who was looking forward to having a great time on the road to hell. “I’m into sex enough to take care of you, or let you take me, anytime and anywhere you want.”
Somehow, he’d made it to the door, and as Puck gaped at him, he finished his little spiel. “If you were willing to claim me, own me, take me, I’d keep you so satisfied, your only complaint would be that you were too sore to go another round.” With that he was out the door, leaving Puck with a raging hard on.
Fuck! No way that kid is more than talk. He has to be a virgin. If he’s not who…? I’ll kill them! After I take care of this. Mrs. Murphy, I’ll call her. Her husband works nights. Yeah, she’ll be perfect, short auburn hair, long legs, slender. I’ll just have to do her doggy style.
TBC in “Angel”