Fic: Spin the Bottle 1/1 (Glee; Puck/Kurt; R)
Title: Spin the Bottle
Author: sparkysparky
Pairing: Puck/Kurt (mentions of Puck/Quinn and pre-Sam/Kurt; other canon couples)
Summary: Puck's a badass, and he never backs down from a dare. Even when it means kissing the resident Glee fairy.
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Underaged drinking, lots of swearing. Spoilers through 2.04 and use of upcoming episode speculation.
Word Count: 1549
It starts innocently enough. The Glee club's in Kurt's basement, wine coolers and cheap beer that Santana's brought distributed among them. There might be vodka somewhere, the cheap kind that burns your throat and makes you do stupid things. Puck knows all about stupid things, and that's why he's only pretending to drink the beer in his hand. He's only a week out of juvie; he's not stupid enough to do anything that will get him sent back and away from his sister.
Anyway, it's not like anyone is really paying attention to him. Quinn and Sam have their disturbingly similar blond heads together in the corner. He's heard they dated for most of the time he was in juvie (three fucking weeks, and he doesn't want to think about it thank you very much) but they're not now. It doesn't stop him from wanting to plant his fist in Evans' face. He'd thought the guy was cool, but dudes just don't go around stealing other dude's girls. And yes, he's perfectly aware that he's a hypocrite, but whatever, he's Puckzilla and he can be a hypocrite if he wants to be.
He looks away from Sam and Quinn before he does something that puts him in juvie again, but there's nothing else interesting going on. Santana and Brittany are cuddling on the couch, and at any other time he'd be all over that but Santana had already shot him her glare of death, and he valued his dick too much to risk it. Finn and Rachel were being grossly coupley, holding hands and watching Mike and the hot Asian chick go through a complicated tap dance while wheelchair kid looked on jealously. Mercedes and Hummel have put themselves in charge of the music. The only thing anyone had in common, was that they were ignoring Puck religiously.
Whatever, fuck them. He's not even sure why he's here, other than the fact that he really has nowhere else to go. His sister is at their Nana's, and his mom is doing whatever it is drunk mothers do on Saturday night, and none of his cougars have called since word got out about juvie, and even the Cheerios won't touch him anymore, so his only other option was staying home alone and he was not some pathetic loser. He was a sex shark, and a badass, and fuck everyone else anyway.
He takes a sip of the beer he wasn't going to drink, mostly was away the slightly acidic taste in his mouth, and leans against the wall. He can do just as good a job ignoring them, as they are ignoring him. Fuck them and the high horses they rode in on. He finishes the beer, and is working on a second (and if he gets caught his life is fucked, but who the hell cares anyway? He's a badass, and a couple of beers never hurt anyway) when someone--Brittany he guesses--suggests they play spin the bottle.
People start laughing, until a glare from Santana shuts them up, and they all shuffle obediently into a circle. Mike and Finn help Artie get settled, and then they're all looking at Puck who's the only one who hasn't joined them. He sneers, but settles into a spot between Mercedes and the Asian chick, even though he's a badass and this is all a little too middle school for him. But he'd never admit it, a part of him was just glad they were including him. And now he'd have to kick his own ass for being such a pussy.
They start out playing a weird version of Truth or Dare and I Never, and someone's brought the vodka out now, and there's rum as well, and everyone's more than a little drunk. Even Rachel and Kurt, who had been the last holdouts, are flushed and giggling. Finally someone gets a bottle, and places it in the middle of the group. Rules are laid out (kisses must last two minutes and include tongue), and Santana goes first.
The bottle lands on Artie, and amidst eye rolling and snickers from the group, Santana crawls over and straddles the wheelchair kid's lap. She makes a show of it, and geekboy is panting when she finally pulls away. Santana gives Brittany a smirk, and crawls back to her spot between Mike and Finn. The game progresses from there, everyone trying to one up the others. Puck ends up kissing Brittany, which is always fun, and Tina, which is interesting and he's almost afraid Mike is going to punch him even though the dude had already kissed Quinn and Mercedes. Whatever, it was just a game and Asian chick didn't even know how to kiss good. Way too wet for Puck's taste.
The first sticky situation comes when Quinn lands on Rachel. The girls stare at each other, but catcalls from the others leave them no choice but to go through with it. Puck's interest is caught for the first time, and he looks around to see that the other guys (except Hummel and for some reason Evans) are watching eagerly. Quinn and Rachel pull apart, and Quinn smirks at him, and Rachel kisses Finn as if to prove she hadn't felt anything kissing Quinn. Puck's no dumbass though, the girls had been into it.
Then it's Puck's turn. He leans forward and spins the bottle, bored with the game now that the hot chicks weren't making out. He's contemplating another beer when the bottle stops spinning, and the group falls silent. He follows the line of the bottle and groans inwardly. Of course he's landed on Hummel. Just fucking perfect. Whatever, he's no coward, he'll man up and kiss the little fairy. Probably make his night or whatever. Doesn't make him gay.
"I'm not kissing him."
Puck blinks, because of all the possible scenarios, Kurt's refusal to kiss him hadn't crossed his mind.
"Scared, Hummel?" he asks, smirking at the other boy. He doesn't know why it matters that Kurt is so disgusted by the idea of kissing him, but it does. Like, even the gay kid who's probably never been kissed doesn't want anything to do with him. What the fuck ever, it doesn't matter, but Puck's not backing down. He's never backed down from a dare in his life, and he's not about to start now.
"You wish," Kurt sneers, his cheeks red.
"Sorry Kurt, them's the rules," Santana says, smiling in a way that gives Puck the chills. It's not a nice smile. "Unless you want to take the forfeit, you've got to take it like a man."
Kurt sends a look to Mercedes, asking for help or support or whatever, but the girl just smiles. "Quinn and Rachel did it. It's just a game Kurt." Mercedes betrayal makes Kurt go stoney white, and he starts on another protest, but Puck's had enough.
"For fuck's sake, come here." He uses one hand on the back of Kurt's neck and pulls him forward, a move he's perfected on a dozen cheerios and cougars. Kurt makes a squawking noise that Puck muffles with his lips. It's not so different from kissing a chick. Kurt's lips are soft and smooth and taste like raspberries. He makes another noise, a protest or moan of approval Puck doesn't know or care. All he knows is that Kurt's gone boneless against him, pliant and soft and he tastes really fucking good, even with all the alcohol he's been drinking.
They've gone well over the two minute mark when Puck pulls back, biting down gently on Kurt's lower lip as he does so. He takes in the other dude's appearance, notes the flushed cheeks, wide eyes, mussed hair, and grins. Yeah, he's still a sex shark. He ignores the fact that he's breathing heavily too, and his dick is almost hard. Whatever, Kurt's almost a girl anyway. He's still not gay.
He moves back into place, sees Mercedes pull Kurt back down as well. The rest of the group is in various stages of shock (and Finn and Mike both look vaguely ill, but whatever). It's Evans' expression that makes him double take though. The blond asshole looks upset, angry, and he keeps alternating between glaring at Puck and gazing at Kurt with a wounded expression. No one else seems to notice, and Puck snorts. Makes sense now, why Evans and Quinn didn't work out. Whatever, it's not Puck's problem if Evans is too much of a pussy to man up and come out. If there's one thing Puck has always admired about Hummel, is that he's not a coward. Puckzilla can respect that.
A glance back at Kurt makes him smirk some more. He still looks shocked, his lips wet and swollen from Puck's kisses, and he keeps looking back at Puck's mouth. He thinks that maybe this night won't turn out so bad after all, and maybe he'll stick around after everyone leaves. Doesn't make him gay to want to get Kurt on his knees. It makes him flexible and horny, and he's a sex shark. Puckzilla ain't afraid of a little gay, because it's just sex. He smirks at Kurt, and waits for the party to break up. Tonight might be interesting after all.
Notes: This might, sometime in the future, vaguely fit into my Sam/Kurt WIP Camp and the various sequels I have planned, but for now it can be considered a stand-alone. There might possibly be a sequel to this particular fic in the future.
Author: sparkysparky
Pairing: Puck/Kurt (mentions of Puck/Quinn and pre-Sam/Kurt; other canon couples)
Summary: Puck's a badass, and he never backs down from a dare. Even when it means kissing the resident Glee fairy.
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Underaged drinking, lots of swearing. Spoilers through 2.04 and use of upcoming episode speculation.
Word Count: 1549
It starts innocently enough. The Glee club's in Kurt's basement, wine coolers and cheap beer that Santana's brought distributed among them. There might be vodka somewhere, the cheap kind that burns your throat and makes you do stupid things. Puck knows all about stupid things, and that's why he's only pretending to drink the beer in his hand. He's only a week out of juvie; he's not stupid enough to do anything that will get him sent back and away from his sister.
Anyway, it's not like anyone is really paying attention to him. Quinn and Sam have their disturbingly similar blond heads together in the corner. He's heard they dated for most of the time he was in juvie (three fucking weeks, and he doesn't want to think about it thank you very much) but they're not now. It doesn't stop him from wanting to plant his fist in Evans' face. He'd thought the guy was cool, but dudes just don't go around stealing other dude's girls. And yes, he's perfectly aware that he's a hypocrite, but whatever, he's Puckzilla and he can be a hypocrite if he wants to be.
He looks away from Sam and Quinn before he does something that puts him in juvie again, but there's nothing else interesting going on. Santana and Brittany are cuddling on the couch, and at any other time he'd be all over that but Santana had already shot him her glare of death, and he valued his dick too much to risk it. Finn and Rachel were being grossly coupley, holding hands and watching Mike and the hot Asian chick go through a complicated tap dance while wheelchair kid looked on jealously. Mercedes and Hummel have put themselves in charge of the music. The only thing anyone had in common, was that they were ignoring Puck religiously.
Whatever, fuck them. He's not even sure why he's here, other than the fact that he really has nowhere else to go. His sister is at their Nana's, and his mom is doing whatever it is drunk mothers do on Saturday night, and none of his cougars have called since word got out about juvie, and even the Cheerios won't touch him anymore, so his only other option was staying home alone and he was not some pathetic loser. He was a sex shark, and a badass, and fuck everyone else anyway.
He takes a sip of the beer he wasn't going to drink, mostly was away the slightly acidic taste in his mouth, and leans against the wall. He can do just as good a job ignoring them, as they are ignoring him. Fuck them and the high horses they rode in on. He finishes the beer, and is working on a second (and if he gets caught his life is fucked, but who the hell cares anyway? He's a badass, and a couple of beers never hurt anyway) when someone--Brittany he guesses--suggests they play spin the bottle.
People start laughing, until a glare from Santana shuts them up, and they all shuffle obediently into a circle. Mike and Finn help Artie get settled, and then they're all looking at Puck who's the only one who hasn't joined them. He sneers, but settles into a spot between Mercedes and the Asian chick, even though he's a badass and this is all a little too middle school for him. But he'd never admit it, a part of him was just glad they were including him. And now he'd have to kick his own ass for being such a pussy.
They start out playing a weird version of Truth or Dare and I Never, and someone's brought the vodka out now, and there's rum as well, and everyone's more than a little drunk. Even Rachel and Kurt, who had been the last holdouts, are flushed and giggling. Finally someone gets a bottle, and places it in the middle of the group. Rules are laid out (kisses must last two minutes and include tongue), and Santana goes first.
The bottle lands on Artie, and amidst eye rolling and snickers from the group, Santana crawls over and straddles the wheelchair kid's lap. She makes a show of it, and geekboy is panting when she finally pulls away. Santana gives Brittany a smirk, and crawls back to her spot between Mike and Finn. The game progresses from there, everyone trying to one up the others. Puck ends up kissing Brittany, which is always fun, and Tina, which is interesting and he's almost afraid Mike is going to punch him even though the dude had already kissed Quinn and Mercedes. Whatever, it was just a game and Asian chick didn't even know how to kiss good. Way too wet for Puck's taste.
The first sticky situation comes when Quinn lands on Rachel. The girls stare at each other, but catcalls from the others leave them no choice but to go through with it. Puck's interest is caught for the first time, and he looks around to see that the other guys (except Hummel and for some reason Evans) are watching eagerly. Quinn and Rachel pull apart, and Quinn smirks at him, and Rachel kisses Finn as if to prove she hadn't felt anything kissing Quinn. Puck's no dumbass though, the girls had been into it.
Then it's Puck's turn. He leans forward and spins the bottle, bored with the game now that the hot chicks weren't making out. He's contemplating another beer when the bottle stops spinning, and the group falls silent. He follows the line of the bottle and groans inwardly. Of course he's landed on Hummel. Just fucking perfect. Whatever, he's no coward, he'll man up and kiss the little fairy. Probably make his night or whatever. Doesn't make him gay.
"I'm not kissing him."
Puck blinks, because of all the possible scenarios, Kurt's refusal to kiss him hadn't crossed his mind.
"Scared, Hummel?" he asks, smirking at the other boy. He doesn't know why it matters that Kurt is so disgusted by the idea of kissing him, but it does. Like, even the gay kid who's probably never been kissed doesn't want anything to do with him. What the fuck ever, it doesn't matter, but Puck's not backing down. He's never backed down from a dare in his life, and he's not about to start now.
"You wish," Kurt sneers, his cheeks red.
"Sorry Kurt, them's the rules," Santana says, smiling in a way that gives Puck the chills. It's not a nice smile. "Unless you want to take the forfeit, you've got to take it like a man."
Kurt sends a look to Mercedes, asking for help or support or whatever, but the girl just smiles. "Quinn and Rachel did it. It's just a game Kurt." Mercedes betrayal makes Kurt go stoney white, and he starts on another protest, but Puck's had enough.
"For fuck's sake, come here." He uses one hand on the back of Kurt's neck and pulls him forward, a move he's perfected on a dozen cheerios and cougars. Kurt makes a squawking noise that Puck muffles with his lips. It's not so different from kissing a chick. Kurt's lips are soft and smooth and taste like raspberries. He makes another noise, a protest or moan of approval Puck doesn't know or care. All he knows is that Kurt's gone boneless against him, pliant and soft and he tastes really fucking good, even with all the alcohol he's been drinking.
They've gone well over the two minute mark when Puck pulls back, biting down gently on Kurt's lower lip as he does so. He takes in the other dude's appearance, notes the flushed cheeks, wide eyes, mussed hair, and grins. Yeah, he's still a sex shark. He ignores the fact that he's breathing heavily too, and his dick is almost hard. Whatever, Kurt's almost a girl anyway. He's still not gay.
He moves back into place, sees Mercedes pull Kurt back down as well. The rest of the group is in various stages of shock (and Finn and Mike both look vaguely ill, but whatever). It's Evans' expression that makes him double take though. The blond asshole looks upset, angry, and he keeps alternating between glaring at Puck and gazing at Kurt with a wounded expression. No one else seems to notice, and Puck snorts. Makes sense now, why Evans and Quinn didn't work out. Whatever, it's not Puck's problem if Evans is too much of a pussy to man up and come out. If there's one thing Puck has always admired about Hummel, is that he's not a coward. Puckzilla can respect that.
A glance back at Kurt makes him smirk some more. He still looks shocked, his lips wet and swollen from Puck's kisses, and he keeps looking back at Puck's mouth. He thinks that maybe this night won't turn out so bad after all, and maybe he'll stick around after everyone leaves. Doesn't make him gay to want to get Kurt on his knees. It makes him flexible and horny, and he's a sex shark. Puckzilla ain't afraid of a little gay, because it's just sex. He smirks at Kurt, and waits for the party to break up. Tonight might be interesting after all.
Notes: This might, sometime in the future, vaguely fit into my Sam/Kurt WIP Camp and the various sequels I have planned, but for now it can be considered a stand-alone. There might possibly be a sequel to this particular fic in the future.