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Title: Minimum Wage
Author: Cattylina
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Puck/Kurt, other Gleeks are mentioned, but do not appear.
Author's Note: I am feeling very prolific tonight, and you guys get to reap the rewards, haha. Thought this up while I was at the hostess stand at work doing absolutely NOTING. Also, my first time writing legit smut!!
Warning: Naughty and raunchy language, boysecks, top!Kurt if you're not into that.
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. The Crab Trap belongs to the Germano family, and Glee belongs to Fox.
Summary: Puck gets to go home early from work.
Word Count: ~1779
Incongruous: Out of keeping or place. Example: The Crab Trap Restaurant in Lima, Ohio. There were no crabs in Lima, in fact, there were no crabs in Ohio. Noah Puckerman was an agent of this incongruity: he was a busboy. It was a dirty job. He had to clean tables, move tables, set tables, scrub drawn butter from the floor of the server's station, refill drinks, take crab guts out to the dumpster and only got a minimal share of the tips. It wasn't nearly as glamorous as his boyfriend's job. Kurt worked in a day spa, answering the phone and selling candles and face cream to a bunch of wrinkly old ladies.
Cut to Sunday, April 25th. Puck was skulking at the back of the restaurant, waiting for the six top in C to leave so he could sneak out back and smoke. He decided to venture up to the hostess stand and harass Ryan, mostly about her name (this was a surefire way to get a reaction from her) and which tables would be clearing out soon.
"Why are you asking ME? You're the fucking busboy," she said, snapping her gum.
"C'mon Ryan, I wanna smoke." he whined, snaking his hand into the basket of mints by her arm. The redhead smacked his wrist with her pen, but nodded at him.
"Two things: I want a cigarette and don't let Dustin catch you." Her dark brown eyes fluttered around the room, mentally calculating the wait rimes of the tables. "Get the six top in C, and be back in time to get the two top in A. I estimate three minutes, tops,"
Puck reached into his pocket for his cigs and tucked one behind Ryan's ear. "Thanks Ry", he replied, relishing in the annoyed grimace on her face as she whipped the offending object from her ear and stuffed it under a stack of crayons. Puck snuck around the bar, successfully avoiding Dustin and Bill the bartender. He wrenched open the back door and stepped into the muggy air, breathing in the smell of rotting fish. He crinkled his nose in a way that would have earned him a severe chastising from Kurt, who would cite premature wrinkles as the kiss of death for most relationships.
He whipped the battered lighter from his jeans pocket and lit up, sucking in the smoke and gazing at the trash in the alley. He was so lost in thought that he didn't notice Dustin sneak up next to him.
"How old are you, Puck?", the older man asked.
"Old enough to smoke," Puck replied smoothly. So what if his eighteenth birthday was in roughly nine months?
"Is that what your fake id says?"
"Nope," Puck said, popping his lips on the sharp P sound at the end of the word. Dustin stared at him, his eyes shrouded in disbelief.
"Yeah, sure. Look, go ahead and clock out. The tables are leaving really slow tonight, plus you're a bad influence in Ryan," Dustin said, pulling out a cigarette and waving it in front of Puck's nose.
"You should know better. She's not legal yet, and she was honest about that. Maybe something you could learn from her,"
Puck rolled his eyes and turned to go back inside, leaving his manager in the smelly alley. As he finished clocking out, he looked across the restaurant at a sullen looking Ryan and shrugged his shoulders as if to say "What could I do?" He fished his car keys out of his pocket and slipped out past Dustin again.
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That same night found Kurt Hummel relaxing on his bed, listening to Faust and plucking his eyebrows. He was waiting for his goodnight text from Puck, who simply HAD to get off work sometime in the next century. Ever since his boyfriend took up a new job to make up for the loss of his pool cleaning business (something Kurt would not stand to see continue), he had less and less quality time to spend with Kurt.
Kurt was trying not to be jealous, honesttogod, but he didn't trust that redheaded hostess and her wandering eyes, the bitch. Puck was his, and his alone. The thought of infidelity and the quick bout of rage that followed was rewarded by skin pinched in tweezers. Kurt's eyes watered and he flung the offending instrument across the room and scowled at it. Why hadn't he waited for an eyebrow wax? He could get them 10% off at the spa, after all. Damn his impatient nature!
His musings were interrupted by a tap on the french doors leading out of his basement abode. Kurt sprang up from the bed and adjusted his mom's off the shoulder sweater from the 80's, making sure it showed off just enough shoulder to look rakish and seductive. He fixed his boxer briefs and ran a hand through his perfectly coiffed hair, making sure each shiny strand fell into place. After all, there was only one possibility of who was at the door: Puck. He sauntered up to the door and threw it open, leaning on the wall next to the door.
"Hey stranger," he purred, taking in his boyfriend's rumpled appearance. "Tough day at the office?"
"You have no idea. Dustin was being a dick and all that jazz. I'm tired and I didn't get any tips to speak of. I fucking hate that job," Puck said, dragging a calloused hand over his mohawk. Kurt appraised his boyfriend's tired mien and quickly formed a plan. Sure, it seemed a bit counterproductive, but hey, it was all he could come up with. He shot his arm out, grasping at Puck's shirt and pulling him over the threshold, slamming the door shut with his foot. The look of surprise in Puck's eyes only fueled his desires.
"What are you doing?" Puck mumbled, unsure of his boyfriend's motives. Kurt's hand cupped his crotch, and in a moment of clarity, he knew what was about to go down. "Oh. I get it,"
"You're not as dim as you look, Puck," Kurt said in that particularly sexy low voice that Puck loved so much. He lifted himself up on his tippy toes and sucked Puck's thick bottom lip into his mouth, gently working it with his teeth. Puck responded with alacrity, hoisting Kurt up so his lithe dancer's legs were wrapped around his waist. Kurt ground his erection into Puck and murmured into the kiss "Fucking need you now, need you so bad,"
Puck was more than happy to oblige, grabbing Kurt's tight ass to steady him as he stumbled to the king size bed. He lowered their connected forms onto the downy sheets and bit down hard on the junction of Kurt's neck and shoulder. The little shriek Kurt made was wonderful. Puck decided it was his favorite sound in the world, and set about eliciting it from Kurt as much as possible.
Kurt shoved the stronger boy off of him and rolled him over. He was going to be in control tonight, and Puck had no say in the matter. He ground his erection insistently into Puck's, reveling in the moans coming from Puck's mouth. Kurt pulled on Puck's shirt, letting him know what he wanted. Puck obeyed, tossing his shirt into the corner. Kurt leaned down and attached himself to Puck's nipple ring, teasing and pulling with his tongue. He could feel Puck's hips bucking beneath him and reached up to trap his boyfriend's arm over his head.
"Naughty. I'm in charge tonight," Puck's eyes darkened with lust and nodded, licking his lips lewdly at the same time. Kurt grinned back and pulled the knit sweater off his body, giving Puck a nice view of his lightly muscled pale chest.
"Yeah, that's what I want to see," Puck said. Kurt thrust down hard, causing Puck to moan loudly. "We're going to wake your dad up, baby".
"Dad sleeps like a log, he wouldn't notice a freight train in the living room." Kurt scrambled off of Puck and set to removing his jeans. He popped the button with his teeth and tore the denim off his lover's legs. He was greeted with Puck's dick saluting him and he felt the satisfaction growing inside him. He lowered his mouth onto Puck's cock and sucked the head lightly, licking the precome off.
"Tastes good," he growled as he dove back in to take more of Puck's cock in his mouth. Puck's hands were grasping at the sheets desperately, holding on for dear life. Kurt pulled back from Puck and reached into his bedside drawer, returning with lube and a condom.
"I am going to fuck you into this mattress, Noah Puckerman, and you're going to love every minute of it,"
Puck nodded mutely, having been robbed of his powers of speech what seemed like ages ago. He watched with lidded eyes as Kurt peeled off his silk boxer briefs and rolled the condom onto his cock. He snapped the top of the lube and dipped his fingers into it, reached down and circled his hole. He could feel Kurt's slim fingers pushing in and out of him, reading him for his cock. Kurt kept fingerfucking him for god knows how long and Puck's vision was blurring at the edges.
"You ready?" Kurt asked, his voice breathy. All Puck could do was make a low sound in the back of his throat as he watched Kurt position himself. Kurt's hand made lazy circles on Puck's abs as he pushed in slowly. Puck squeezed his eyes shut, trying to fight back the tickle of tears.
Kurt's cock was splitting him in half, he thought as he gazed at his boyfriend's face, which was furrowed in concentration. He'd only let Kurt take him once before and the experience was still new to him. Kurt's blue eyes searched his face, silently asking approval. Puck managed to grunt out a noise of affirmation and Kurt slowly began to pump in and out, his hips snapping at the downstroke, moving out lazily on the upstroke. Puck felt like he was teetering at a precipice and promptly fell off when Kurt's soft hand stroked his shaft, coming like a twelve year old immediately. Kurt whimpered loudly and shuddered into him, caught in the throes of his orgasm. He laid limply on top of Puck, his stomach resting in Puck's come. Puck kissed his shoulder and lifted Kurt off of him, resting him on his side. Puck reached down and rolled the condom off of his drowsy boyfriend and tied it, tossing it on the floor. For now, all that mattered was sleep, blissful sleep.
Author: Cattylina
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Puck/Kurt, other Gleeks are mentioned, but do not appear.
Author's Note: I am feeling very prolific tonight, and you guys get to reap the rewards, haha. Thought this up while I was at the hostess stand at work doing absolutely NOTING. Also, my first time writing legit smut!!
Warning: Naughty and raunchy language, boysecks, top!Kurt if you're not into that.
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. The Crab Trap belongs to the Germano family, and Glee belongs to Fox.
Summary: Puck gets to go home early from work.
Word Count: ~1779
Incongruous: Out of keeping or place. Example: The Crab Trap Restaurant in Lima, Ohio. There were no crabs in Lima, in fact, there were no crabs in Ohio. Noah Puckerman was an agent of this incongruity: he was a busboy. It was a dirty job. He had to clean tables, move tables, set tables, scrub drawn butter from the floor of the server's station, refill drinks, take crab guts out to the dumpster and only got a minimal share of the tips. It wasn't nearly as glamorous as his boyfriend's job. Kurt worked in a day spa, answering the phone and selling candles and face cream to a bunch of wrinkly old ladies.
Cut to Sunday, April 25th. Puck was skulking at the back of the restaurant, waiting for the six top in C to leave so he could sneak out back and smoke. He decided to venture up to the hostess stand and harass Ryan, mostly about her name (this was a surefire way to get a reaction from her) and which tables would be clearing out soon.
"Why are you asking ME? You're the fucking busboy," she said, snapping her gum.
"C'mon Ryan, I wanna smoke." he whined, snaking his hand into the basket of mints by her arm. The redhead smacked his wrist with her pen, but nodded at him.
"Two things: I want a cigarette and don't let Dustin catch you." Her dark brown eyes fluttered around the room, mentally calculating the wait rimes of the tables. "Get the six top in C, and be back in time to get the two top in A. I estimate three minutes, tops,"
Puck reached into his pocket for his cigs and tucked one behind Ryan's ear. "Thanks Ry", he replied, relishing in the annoyed grimace on her face as she whipped the offending object from her ear and stuffed it under a stack of crayons. Puck snuck around the bar, successfully avoiding Dustin and Bill the bartender. He wrenched open the back door and stepped into the muggy air, breathing in the smell of rotting fish. He crinkled his nose in a way that would have earned him a severe chastising from Kurt, who would cite premature wrinkles as the kiss of death for most relationships.
He whipped the battered lighter from his jeans pocket and lit up, sucking in the smoke and gazing at the trash in the alley. He was so lost in thought that he didn't notice Dustin sneak up next to him.
"How old are you, Puck?", the older man asked.
"Old enough to smoke," Puck replied smoothly. So what if his eighteenth birthday was in roughly nine months?
"Is that what your fake id says?"
"Nope," Puck said, popping his lips on the sharp P sound at the end of the word. Dustin stared at him, his eyes shrouded in disbelief.
"Yeah, sure. Look, go ahead and clock out. The tables are leaving really slow tonight, plus you're a bad influence in Ryan," Dustin said, pulling out a cigarette and waving it in front of Puck's nose.
"You should know better. She's not legal yet, and she was honest about that. Maybe something you could learn from her,"
Puck rolled his eyes and turned to go back inside, leaving his manager in the smelly alley. As he finished clocking out, he looked across the restaurant at a sullen looking Ryan and shrugged his shoulders as if to say "What could I do?" He fished his car keys out of his pocket and slipped out past Dustin again.
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That same night found Kurt Hummel relaxing on his bed, listening to Faust and plucking his eyebrows. He was waiting for his goodnight text from Puck, who simply HAD to get off work sometime in the next century. Ever since his boyfriend took up a new job to make up for the loss of his pool cleaning business (something Kurt would not stand to see continue), he had less and less quality time to spend with Kurt.
Kurt was trying not to be jealous, honesttogod, but he didn't trust that redheaded hostess and her wandering eyes, the bitch. Puck was his, and his alone. The thought of infidelity and the quick bout of rage that followed was rewarded by skin pinched in tweezers. Kurt's eyes watered and he flung the offending instrument across the room and scowled at it. Why hadn't he waited for an eyebrow wax? He could get them 10% off at the spa, after all. Damn his impatient nature!
His musings were interrupted by a tap on the french doors leading out of his basement abode. Kurt sprang up from the bed and adjusted his mom's off the shoulder sweater from the 80's, making sure it showed off just enough shoulder to look rakish and seductive. He fixed his boxer briefs and ran a hand through his perfectly coiffed hair, making sure each shiny strand fell into place. After all, there was only one possibility of who was at the door: Puck. He sauntered up to the door and threw it open, leaning on the wall next to the door.
"Hey stranger," he purred, taking in his boyfriend's rumpled appearance. "Tough day at the office?"
"You have no idea. Dustin was being a dick and all that jazz. I'm tired and I didn't get any tips to speak of. I fucking hate that job," Puck said, dragging a calloused hand over his mohawk. Kurt appraised his boyfriend's tired mien and quickly formed a plan. Sure, it seemed a bit counterproductive, but hey, it was all he could come up with. He shot his arm out, grasping at Puck's shirt and pulling him over the threshold, slamming the door shut with his foot. The look of surprise in Puck's eyes only fueled his desires.
"What are you doing?" Puck mumbled, unsure of his boyfriend's motives. Kurt's hand cupped his crotch, and in a moment of clarity, he knew what was about to go down. "Oh. I get it,"
"You're not as dim as you look, Puck," Kurt said in that particularly sexy low voice that Puck loved so much. He lifted himself up on his tippy toes and sucked Puck's thick bottom lip into his mouth, gently working it with his teeth. Puck responded with alacrity, hoisting Kurt up so his lithe dancer's legs were wrapped around his waist. Kurt ground his erection into Puck and murmured into the kiss "Fucking need you now, need you so bad,"
Puck was more than happy to oblige, grabbing Kurt's tight ass to steady him as he stumbled to the king size bed. He lowered their connected forms onto the downy sheets and bit down hard on the junction of Kurt's neck and shoulder. The little shriek Kurt made was wonderful. Puck decided it was his favorite sound in the world, and set about eliciting it from Kurt as much as possible.
Kurt shoved the stronger boy off of him and rolled him over. He was going to be in control tonight, and Puck had no say in the matter. He ground his erection insistently into Puck's, reveling in the moans coming from Puck's mouth. Kurt pulled on Puck's shirt, letting him know what he wanted. Puck obeyed, tossing his shirt into the corner. Kurt leaned down and attached himself to Puck's nipple ring, teasing and pulling with his tongue. He could feel Puck's hips bucking beneath him and reached up to trap his boyfriend's arm over his head.
"Naughty. I'm in charge tonight," Puck's eyes darkened with lust and nodded, licking his lips lewdly at the same time. Kurt grinned back and pulled the knit sweater off his body, giving Puck a nice view of his lightly muscled pale chest.
"Yeah, that's what I want to see," Puck said. Kurt thrust down hard, causing Puck to moan loudly. "We're going to wake your dad up, baby".
"Dad sleeps like a log, he wouldn't notice a freight train in the living room." Kurt scrambled off of Puck and set to removing his jeans. He popped the button with his teeth and tore the denim off his lover's legs. He was greeted with Puck's dick saluting him and he felt the satisfaction growing inside him. He lowered his mouth onto Puck's cock and sucked the head lightly, licking the precome off.
"Tastes good," he growled as he dove back in to take more of Puck's cock in his mouth. Puck's hands were grasping at the sheets desperately, holding on for dear life. Kurt pulled back from Puck and reached into his bedside drawer, returning with lube and a condom.
"I am going to fuck you into this mattress, Noah Puckerman, and you're going to love every minute of it,"
Puck nodded mutely, having been robbed of his powers of speech what seemed like ages ago. He watched with lidded eyes as Kurt peeled off his silk boxer briefs and rolled the condom onto his cock. He snapped the top of the lube and dipped his fingers into it, reached down and circled his hole. He could feel Kurt's slim fingers pushing in and out of him, reading him for his cock. Kurt kept fingerfucking him for god knows how long and Puck's vision was blurring at the edges.
"You ready?" Kurt asked, his voice breathy. All Puck could do was make a low sound in the back of his throat as he watched Kurt position himself. Kurt's hand made lazy circles on Puck's abs as he pushed in slowly. Puck squeezed his eyes shut, trying to fight back the tickle of tears.
Kurt's cock was splitting him in half, he thought as he gazed at his boyfriend's face, which was furrowed in concentration. He'd only let Kurt take him once before and the experience was still new to him. Kurt's blue eyes searched his face, silently asking approval. Puck managed to grunt out a noise of affirmation and Kurt slowly began to pump in and out, his hips snapping at the downstroke, moving out lazily on the upstroke. Puck felt like he was teetering at a precipice and promptly fell off when Kurt's soft hand stroked his shaft, coming like a twelve year old immediately. Kurt whimpered loudly and shuddered into him, caught in the throes of his orgasm. He laid limply on top of Puck, his stomach resting in Puck's come. Puck kissed his shoulder and lifted Kurt off of him, resting him on his side. Puck reached down and rolled the condom off of his drowsy boyfriend and tied it, tossing it on the floor. For now, all that mattered was sleep, blissful sleep.