FIC: RIDE EM COWBOY......NC-17
Title: Ride em, Cowboy
Author: Kaellite
Pairing,Character(s): Puck, Kurt, brief appearance by Burt
Word count: 2466
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None, really
Warnings: Besides boy on boy sex and PWP? Um….consensual bondage, cross-dressing, unorthodox use of a jockstrap, …in short, the usual
Summary: Puck’s never been near a horse, but he knows how to ride his filly.
A/N: This is the requested sequel to “Warming up” and I have to say that it turned out longer and smuttier than I intended. Such is life. Also, unbeta’d so any mistakes are my own fault and no one elses.
“I don’t want to know.” Whatever Puck was doing with a black Stetson and boots, and whatever he had stuffed in his pocket, Burt was certain he had no need or wish to be filled in on. It was enough to know that his boy was happy for the first time in year, Not that Burt had counted on that at first; and he hadn’t given a damn that Kurt was embarrassed. He was his baby boy and it was his job to look out for him.
Puck looked like a punk, and acted like one with everyone except Kurt, so Burt made sure he knew the rules. Starting with he wasn’t putting anything in Kurt until Burt was sure he was clean. Then, with the proof, he might just have told the boy what would happen if he cheated or hurt Kurt in any way; words like ‘gelding’ and ‘eunuch’ might have been tossed around. Burt wasn’t stupid enough to think they weren’t going to have sex; he couldn’t prevent that, but he could damn well keep his boy safe.
Still, he was surprised, if not gratified (the jury was still out on that one), that Puck planned to be around for the long haul; even looking for jobs and into junior colleges close to the schools Kurt was considering, so that they wouldn’t have to be separated. So as Puck headed down the stairs, he called after him, “Your truck’s due for a tune up. Bring it in and we can work on it together.” No charge, because Kurt rode in it, and hell! Puck even opened the door for him. Burt just wouldn’t think about what else they got up to in the cab of the vehicle, much less the bed.
Puck nodded quickly, and then sprinted down the step, knowing he was later than he said he would be, but Kurt would forgive him, once he knew the reason. That boy loved nothing more than a sweaty jock, if the athlete was Puck, and lived to worship Puck’s sweaty body. Who was Puck to deprive either of them? So he made it a point to stop by the track and run a few laps, and if some MILFs checked him out, and he looked back, where was the harm? It wasn’t like he was going to touch, and that had nothing (okay, very little) to do with Mr. Hummel. No one was as good as Kurt, or ever could be. The gleek gave himself fully to Puck, let Puck have control so he felt like the man he knew he was, could be. So, no; they could look and he could ogle back, but if they tried to touch, they’d find he was very much not interested. That went double for anyone looking at Kurt, in fact no one better even look at him with anything resembling lust, not if they wanted to remain in one piece.
He only had time to register a blur before the impact came near to hitting him; good reflexes allowed him to catch Kurt before he could get to him, fisting his large hand in those chestnut strands. “Not so fast Baby, you made me make a mess earlier. You need to clean It up.”
He couldn’t keep the smirk off his face as Kurt sank to his knees, and tried to remember if he’d locked the door behind him. Mr. Hummel turned a blind eye, but he might go blind from a burst blood vessel, if he could see Kurt like this now. The smaller boy, was dressed to make Puck want to tear the chiffon and silk off of him; a sheer night shirt over his lace teddy and boy pants. In his rush to get to Puck, Kurt had made him miss seeing the gleek walk in his stilettos; well he’d just make him leave them on. A ribbon was wrapped around his throat, partially hiding the bruise that was fading too. Puck would have to fix that too, he decided. He couldn’t let Kurt walk around without visible proof of his ownership. Later, he thought, as he sucked his breath in on a hiss. Kurt had undone the black jeans and was running his red mouth over the dried cum coating Puck’s thigh and groin.
“Taste good. It’s better when it’s fresh though.” With that, Kurt went back to licking off and up his treat. Puck had been disappointed the first time he’d used Kurt’s mouth when it was painted red. There were no marks, smears. Since then he made sure Kurt wore lipstick that he could smear, ruin and muss.
“I’ll just have to feed you right before class, won’t I Baby?" Teeth gently scraped his flesh, and then that tongue again, and he was grateful Kurt had brought him off on the sidelines earlier; otherwise he wouldn’t have lasted, and he planned to ride his boy hard tonight. “Maybe again at lunch?”
“Please cowboy?”
“Trust me Baby, you don’t need to beg, not that I mind.” Tugging Kurt up by his hair with one hand, he used the other to shove his fingers under the lace and…Fuck! “Have you been wearing this all day?”
“I wondered when you told me to wear it tomorrow, what made you think I wasn’t already?”
Puck gripped the base of the plug and tapped it, holding Kurt close as he shudder underneath the sensation. His boyfriend was so fucking responsive, more than anyone he’d ever been with. Maybe, it was because Kurt loved him; told him and showed him in any way he could. Puck wasn’t so good with the telling, but he was brilliant at the showing, as his boy could attest, for that matter so could a few basketball players with broken jaws. “Why Baby? When I didn’t ask you to?” Not that he was complaining, mind.
“I wear it every day now, just in case you decide we should skip lunch and go for a ride in your truck.” Kurt made it seem like that should have been obvious, and, yeah, it should have been. It would be now. He’d just have to make sure the boy ate a hearty breakfast from now on. “So, did I do a good job cleaning you up? Do I get my reward?”
Picking up the hat from where he’d dropped it, and placing it on his head, Puck smirked. “This answer your question, Baby?”
“Depends cowboy, think you’re good enough to tame me?” Kurt slithered onto the bed, looking over a shoulder at his boyfriend.
“Oh I can do that. “ Tame, not break, Puck loved Kurt’s spirit, had no plans to break that. Pouncing on his lover, he tried to grasp the wriggling body beneath him, thinking that there was going to be hell to pay in the morning once Kurt realized that between Puck’s boots and Kurt’s stilettos, they were ruining the sheets. “Hold still.”
“Not a chance, can’t make me.” Oh, now that was a challenge, and Puck could never refuse one of those. Damn Kurt bucking underneath him and into his cock felt good though, so he let it go on a few minutes more before grapping Kurt’s wrists in one of his hands, and with the other yanking off his belt. Quickly, he tied the wrist together around one of the spokes in the headboard. That would do for a start.
A leg shot out and collided with his shin. “Pathetic, go back to the mechanical bull, amateur.”
Amateur? This filly needed to be taught a lesson. Starting with there was more than one way to tame someone. But first, he needed to make sure Burt didn’t break down the door, when Kurt started making noise. Tugging the jockstrap out of his pocket, he grabbed Kurt’s hair and yanked, just hard enough to make the boy gasp. Before he could close his mouth, Puck shoved the worn cotton between his lips. That would hold him, even if it made Kurt glare at him momentarily before the tang of cum, hit his tongue. “Yeah, wild thing, taste that. Jerk off thinking about you, not enough to fill you 2, 3 times a day, want you more than that.” Fuck it’d be good when they were in college and could share the same bed all the time! He shook the image away, for future sessions and scooted back down the bed, grabbing Kurt’s thrashing legs, and spreading them. Ripping the boyshorts off with one quick yank he pulled out the plug, he rammed it back in, and let it sit for a few minutes. Removing it completely, Puck stood up and made his way gently around until he was standing on the bed in front of Kurt, Stroking his fat cock in front of his boyfriend’s wide eyes, he taunted him. “You don’t want to be tamed, fine. No problem, you just won’t get ridden, and you don’t want to obviously. You don’t want this do you?”
Kurt visibly fought against his need then acquiesced, trying to beg through his gag.
“Do you want it little filly?”
Kurt’s head bobbed and down rapidly.
“You going to stay still for your stud?”
Again with the nod.
Satisfied, and knowing there was no need for preparation, Puck jumped off the bed, scooted around then straddeled Kurt, fisting his hands in the boy’s hair like reigns and rutted against him. “Ready for me to come home, because that’s what your hole is for my cock? Home.”
A quick nod, that Kurt didn’t even manage to finish and Puck shoved his cock in deep, grinning at the squeals his mount was making. He needed a firmer grip, so he snaked one hand down and grasped Kurt’s stiff cock. Now he could control the ride. Stroking the boy under him with smooth and steady motions, he was pleased with how pliant his mount was becoming. He might just have to keep this filly. It was time to see how well his commands were obeyed; Smacking a thigh, Puck sneered, “You wanted to buck, let’s see what you got.”
Kurt pushed up and back onto Puck’s cock; the cowboy could feel it going deeper, and knew he’d have to be careful with Kurt the next day or so; maybe let him sit on his lap and watch a movie. That was for later though. At the moment Puck had his hands full with a grinding, bouncing Kurt who was all but fucking himself on Puck. That wasn’t on; Kurt knew who the boss was, and it wasn’t him. He’d just have to show him that.
Pressing Kurt down flat on the bed, Puck held him still and ground his hips, painting circles inside Kurt’s channel with the head of his cock. Then the cowboy stilled completely, licking at Kurt’s shoulder. That damn ribbon was in the way so, with one finger, he popped it off and sunk his teeth into that elegant neck. Licking the mark, he worked his way up to the lobe of one ear and captured it between his teeth. When the boy beneath him was whimpering in that all too familiar way, Puck knew he had him. Such a pretty boy too, but even more gorgeous naked, he thought. Fisting his hands in the fabric, he tore the nightshirt off, then the teddy.
“Hello beautiful. Just what I’ve been needing.” Tipping his hat lower and shoving it firmly in place, he wished he had a picture of this; his boyfriend splayed out under him, no longer cocky, just eager for what Puck had to give him. Maybe they’d have to do it in front of a mirror, so Kurt could see how unbelievably gorgeous he was with his hair mussed and skin flushed. He never believed Puck when he told him. Yeah, they’d have to do that, and soon. Moving back, he let his cock slip free, just long enough to loosen the belt from the bed. Flipping a still tied Kurt over, he left him with hands knotted but free from the bed and pulled those lovely legs around him. “Lock your ankles around me Baby, you’re going to need it for the ride” And, Puck would get to feel those stilettos on his back, it was a win-win.
Sheathing himself inside his boyfriend again, Puck waited until he saw Kurt give an almost imperceptible nod. Okay, then, now he could really let loose. Fucking Kurt, was better than fucking any girl. His boy could take all Puck had to give and would still beg for more. The boy was stronger than he looked, he had to be given all he’d been through. Puck had long regretted his own part in that, and had been making up for it in his own fashion; loving Kurt and giving him loving good and hard. It thrilled him as well that this amazing boy trusted him enough to give himself up to him, to let go, and that only egged Puck on more to make sure he got what he needed. Like right then, he knew that Kurt wanted, needed to come from just Puck’s cock, and he’d get that, in spades.
In a few thrusts, Puck found that gland that made Kurt arch his back every time; he’d like to see a Cheerio bend like that. It would be impossible. Once he’d found that spot, Puck began giving it to his boy in long, deep strokes, grinning as Kurt’s nails found the cotton and clenched in the fabric so hard it tore. Heels dug into his back, and he almost came from the feel and the look of Kurt all sweaty and needy, and in nothing but garters, stockings and heels. Not yet, though, he wasn’t going to come until after Kurt did; that was what a proper boyfriend did. Pulling Kurt back as he thrust forward, he felt the boy buck repeatedly, and wet spurts spatter the soft black fabric of his shirt; then Kurt went limp. It only took a few more thrust and looking at his love spead out and fucked out for him, and Puck was coming too, vision narrowed and every muscle in his body locked as he roared his release. Panting, he collapsed on top of Kurt, fumbling to remove the gag, and replace it with his own mouth.
Dimly, after he’d kissed Kurt long enough to temporarily sate his need of that sweet mouth, Puck wondered why Burt Hummel, hadn’t come rushing down at the yell. He looked at Kurt in confusion only to be met by a smile.
“Dad’s not going to come down, not after hearing you say you love me.”
“I said that?”
“When you came.”
Puck looked into those unbelievable eyes, then said. “Talk is cheap, how about I show you?”
“You’re on cowboy.”
FIN