Tiles (Blaine/Puck; NC-17)
This story was inspired by Wyatt (galeeverdeen.tumblr.com). Wyatt doesn't know me but I follow him. A few weeks ago he was complaining randomly about there not being any Blaine / Puck in the locker room showers. I tended to agree but as I am a Klainer I didn't know how I could write it. This is what happened. UN BETA'd. I kinda like it.
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Blaine wandered quietly through the rows of lockers, past the metal racks piled high with red and white McKinley towels cursing his car and its need for servicing, cursing this school and the stupid towels. Cursing himself.
It had been two months since he and Kurt had broken up. Who know what had happened. Too much, too soon? Emotions; hormones flaring too bright? It didn’t matter because they had fought hard and mean, Blaine saying things he never thought could come from his mouth, and Kurt had gone with Mercedes to the local college keg night with something to prove and...and...
He said he was drunk; that he didn’t mean for it to happen. Neither boy knew what to do or how to fix it so now...
But Blaine refused to leave McKinley. He would never run again; not even from his first love gone wrong.
Blaine shoved these retreaded thoughts from his head and focused on finding Finn. The quarterback was his ticket out of here and he was ready. It had been a very long day culminating in a tense Glee meeting and an irritating honor society meet up. He was overwhelmed and it was late; it felt like no one existed in the school but him and he wanted out.
“Take me dowwwwn to the paradise city where the grass is green and the girls are prettty...OH WON’T YOU PLEASE TAKE ME HOOOOOMMMME...oh yeahhhh...”
Blaine jumped when he realized he was not alone. The sound of falling water and Guns and Roses filled his ears. He followed the sound and grinned in spite of himself, realizing who was there, and snuck up to the shower’s sidewall.
“Hey Puck,” he said, throwing his voice over the sound of the shower head.
Puck turned toward the sound of Blaine’s voice, seeming unfazed as always. His hair was plastered back, shampoo lazily creeping down his neck, mapping a route over his shoulder and down his chest connecting with a peaked nipple. Blaine noted all of this and quickly flicked his gaze back to Puck’s eyes. His half-hard cock was reminding him that he may be mourning a lost relationship but he wasn’t dead.
Well fuck. He had never taken the time to notice what any of Kurt’s friends looked like because, well, he was always looking at Kurt.
Puck cocked his eyebrow and leaned back into the water, eyes on Blaine, and lifted his hands to his hair, rinsing off the offending shampoo. Blaine struggled to maintain eye contact as Puck spoke.
“Hey Anderson, I know you’re looking for Finn. Sorry, dude, but he had to go. His mom called with some family dinner emergency or some shit. He asked me if I could give you a lift so I said sure. Let me finish up here and we’ll go.”
Puck eyed Blaine and Blaine sighed. Of course Puck would think he was checking him out in the shower. Of course. Because that’s what the gays do, right? It was so frustrating...
“Dude, you look like YOU could use a shower, you’re so tense. C’mon in, the water’s fine!” Puck took a few steps towards Blaine and he backed up, lifting his arms as to ward Puck off.
Blaine swallowed and licked his lips, “No, that’s okay. I’ll just go wait on the benches by the lockers...”
Before Blaine could finish his thought, Puck cut him off, “Anderson, if it’s because you’re already hard just looking at the Puckasaurus here, that’s okay. Everybody wants to be in the Puckerman Area, if you know what I’m saying. Old, young, MILF, YOU...and after two months of being lonely I’m pretty sure you could do with a great fuck, am I right?
Blaine was pretty sure he was as red as the shower tiles and tried to mumble something back to Puck but before he could he was being pulled forcibly into the shower stall, water blasting his tshirt and soaking his jeans. He found himself with his back against the tile, both arms above his head, his body flush against Puck’s naked torso, grinding off the wall against Puck’s erection.
Puck’s erection.
“Wait, I thought,” Blaine stuttered out, barely containing a groan as Puck mouthed his neck and nipped at his clavicle, “...I thought you were str-” Blaine moaned and he felt Puck drag his hands down his sides, over his hips, and landing to roughly palm his cock before moving to swiftly unzip and un-botton his jeans. Blaine lifted his chin, exposing his neck, and bounced his head against the tile for emphasis. “I...Jesus CHRIST...I thought you were straight.”
The hot water continued to flow, ignored and off to the right. The sound washed around them rhythmically, pushing, pushing.
“Everyone knows the Puckster can’t be tamed, Anderson, “ Puck growled into Blaine’s ear, licking and snatching little bites at his sensitive flesh. “Who cares how I’m doing it, my cock has superpowers. Give it up and get ready to take it...I can tell you want it...” at this Puck pulled Blaine's chin down, glaring straight into his eyes, willing Blaine to choose. Blaine’s heart was racing, his cock painfully hard, throbbing with fucking need. He felt empty and aching. He had never been manhandled like this before, used for someone else’s pleasure or taken just to be pleased...fucked just for the sake of it. He was stunned to find he wanted to just let go. To let someone do this, erase his pain and let his body be taken, broken.
Blaine knocked Puck’s hands away, leaving him momentarily stunned. His confusion bled into a knowing smirk, however, when Blaine reached under the dripping hem of his grey t-shirt and pulled it off, tossing it over the divider. He shucked his already-loosened pants along with his underwear and immediately Puck dove in, pushing Blaine back to lick and suck at his chest, Blaine arching into his delightful mouth.
“Are you...” Blaine began, stifling a groan when Puck harshly twisted him around, chest, neck, and cheek pressed solidly to the tiles, hands slipping while searching for hold. Blaine tried to remember what he was going to say but it didn’t even fucking matter anymore because Puck was making his way down Blaine’s back, laying open-mouthed kisses, sucking his shoulder blades, biting each vertebrae on his spine. Blaine reached down to fist his cock, aching to come, when Puck reached around to slap his hand.
“Nuh, uh, Anderson. You don’t fucking come until I let you, that’s the rule of this pleasure trip,” Puck ground out against the skin at the base of Blaine’s back and that’s when things went blank for Blaine. He knew where this was going and he wanted it, needed it. He unconsciously spread his legs wider and bend slightly at the waist to allow Puck easier access, which he immediately took.
“Have you...done this...before?” Blaine managed to get out before his ass was opened and entered by Puck’s relentless tongue, Puck’s hands holding him shamelessly open to the glaring lights in the shower room. Blaine shivered and gritted his teeth, pushing back against the hot pleasure building within him as Puck paused.
“Not with a dude, dude, but your ass is just as sweet and just as tight as any other. My dick says thank you in advance.” he replied before resuming his ministrations.
Blaine thought he heard the minute click of a bottle flip but he was confused. How the hell... he thought as he turned his head and one of Puck’s lubed fingers entered him. Jesus fucking Christ he thought, rolling his hips and quickly setting pace against Puck’s eager hand, he has lube in the shower.
“Um, Puck...” he began, aching for more, ready to start begging.
Puck removed his hand quickly causing Blaine to whimper and push back, searching for more, then quickly added another finger and reentered Blaine, stretching him further, scissoring into him.
“Always be prepared,” Puck replied, voice gritty and low, close to Blaine’s ear. “I’m a fucking boyscout, aren’t I Anderson?”
Blaine actually laughed out loud at that and then leaned into Puck’s fingers, opening himself up to him, taking shallower breaths and lightly keening against the smooth tile.
And then Puck was right there, his fingers selfishly removed, both hands on Blaine’s hips, cock hot and hard resting on Blaine’s thigh, his lips sucking and mouthing behind his left ear.
“Are you ready for this, Blaine? Ready for me to fill you up? Fuck you deep, stretch you out, and make you scream for me?” he whispered, voice gravelly and heavy right in Blaine’s ear.
Blaine moaned, shoving his hips back against Puck, punching out a barely-there “yes”.
Puck squeezed his hips and dragged his fingers up Blaine’s taut torso, finding Blaine’s nipples and began lightly flicking them, dragging his fingernails against them, and lightly pinching, teasing, taking his time.
Blaine thought that his balls would fucking explode.
“What was that, Anderson,” Puck whispered again, tongue touching his earlobe, making him cry out. It was all too much, he needed to be fucked. He fucking wanted it, he writhed against the cool tiles while the steam enveloped them both. Puck produced a condom from seemingly nowhere and Blaine heard the distinctive rip of the wrapper and sound of the latex being spread thin. “Was that a yes? I couldn’t hear you. If you’ve changed your mind...”
Blaine whipped his head around, catching Puck’s mouth with his, licking his way into the other man’s mouth desperately, tense with lust. “Puck. Shut up and FUCK me.” Blaine growled, reaching around and gripping Puck, sliding him in just enough to make Puck groan.
“Jesus, Blaine, you are so fucking tight,” he breathed and began to sink into Blaine’s waiting ass. he pulled out slowly, anticipating Blaine’s need for a slow build-up. It had been a few months since this had happened. Blaine pushed those thoughts aside and just focused on his pleasure; Puck’s lips on his shoulders, his cock buried inside Blaine, steadily increasing the pace and barely starting to stoke against his prostate at his deepest. Blaine shifted his stance, seeking that pleasure core and finding it, yelling out for Puck to fuck him harder and more.
Puck, for his part, focused his energies on pleasing Blaine, reveling in the hot, tight heat of his ass, marveling at the uniqueness of the situation. Blaine was obviously liking this and Puck couldn’t complain. This was fucking heaven. Then he remembered he was supposed to be making Blaine take it and like it, and so...
Blaine froze as Puck stopped, mid-stroke, and leaned his weight onto Blaine, trapping Blaine’s hands on the walls with his own. Blaine wriggled beneath him, wanting more, hating Puck for making him wait.
“Puuuuck,” he moaned, hating how needy it sounded.
“Way to whine, bitch,” came the response.
Blaine didn’t quite know what to think as his knees buckled and his ears flushed with color. No one had ever called him bitch before, although he knew it was standard practice for Puck. In this particular situation, though, it felt downright dirty. He just wanted more. Why, oh WHY had Puck stopped?
“...ungh...WHY...?” he ground out, trying to move and feeling pinned as hell against the wall.
“Because,” Puck groaned, barely holding himself in restraint, “I think it’s time you begged me to let you come, Anderson.”
Blaine moaned in response, his body on fucking fire and his body screaming to be taken.
“Please,” Blaine moaned and his moan climbed higher as Puck immediately slipped mostly out just once and then slammed back home, “Oh...my...fucking...GOD, Puck, pleeeease,” another stroke on his please, “Pleeeease fuck me, make me come.” And then Puck’s hands were on his hips again, repeatedly entering him, slamming his prostate again and again. Heat rolled in waves over his body, his release building and peaking, and Blaine came, shouting his pleasure, groans echoing off the shower room walls.
Puck continued to rail against him, bringing himself to orgasm quickly with Blaine’s cries sling-shotting him over the edge and he came harder than even he expected.
Both boys slumped forward, Puck slipping out of Blaine, Blaine wincing at the sudden emptiness. He would be sore for awhile...but he didn’t fucking care. Puck made quick work of the condom and moved toward the shower, now lukewarm, and slid down the shower wall. Blaine’s movements mimicked his and they quickly glanced at each other, their bodies relaxing, lucid thoughts returning.
Blaine was struck with worry.
“So...” he started.
Puck cut him off, “This is between you and me, dude. Glad I could help a bro.”
Blaine smiled to himself and started to get up, grimacing as he stood.
“Yeah, sorry about that,” Puck noted, “You really do need a shower now I guess.”
“That’s okay, “ replied Blaine, “Any time you want to help me out again I am sure I won’t mind.”
Puck smiled to himself and went to get another towel, humming to himself as he went.
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Blaine wandered quietly through the rows of lockers, past the metal racks piled high with red and white McKinley towels cursing his car and its need for servicing, cursing this school and the stupid towels. Cursing himself.
It had been two months since he and Kurt had broken up. Who know what had happened. Too much, too soon? Emotions; hormones flaring too bright? It didn’t matter because they had fought hard and mean, Blaine saying things he never thought could come from his mouth, and Kurt had gone with Mercedes to the local college keg night with something to prove and...and...
He said he was drunk; that he didn’t mean for it to happen. Neither boy knew what to do or how to fix it so now...
But Blaine refused to leave McKinley. He would never run again; not even from his first love gone wrong.
Blaine shoved these retreaded thoughts from his head and focused on finding Finn. The quarterback was his ticket out of here and he was ready. It had been a very long day culminating in a tense Glee meeting and an irritating honor society meet up. He was overwhelmed and it was late; it felt like no one existed in the school but him and he wanted out.
“Take me dowwwwn to the paradise city where the grass is green and the girls are prettty...OH WON’T YOU PLEASE TAKE ME HOOOOOMMMME...oh yeahhhh...”
Blaine jumped when he realized he was not alone. The sound of falling water and Guns and Roses filled his ears. He followed the sound and grinned in spite of himself, realizing who was there, and snuck up to the shower’s sidewall.
“Hey Puck,” he said, throwing his voice over the sound of the shower head.
Puck turned toward the sound of Blaine’s voice, seeming unfazed as always. His hair was plastered back, shampoo lazily creeping down his neck, mapping a route over his shoulder and down his chest connecting with a peaked nipple. Blaine noted all of this and quickly flicked his gaze back to Puck’s eyes. His half-hard cock was reminding him that he may be mourning a lost relationship but he wasn’t dead.
Well fuck. He had never taken the time to notice what any of Kurt’s friends looked like because, well, he was always looking at Kurt.
Puck cocked his eyebrow and leaned back into the water, eyes on Blaine, and lifted his hands to his hair, rinsing off the offending shampoo. Blaine struggled to maintain eye contact as Puck spoke.
“Hey Anderson, I know you’re looking for Finn. Sorry, dude, but he had to go. His mom called with some family dinner emergency or some shit. He asked me if I could give you a lift so I said sure. Let me finish up here and we’ll go.”
Puck eyed Blaine and Blaine sighed. Of course Puck would think he was checking him out in the shower. Of course. Because that’s what the gays do, right? It was so frustrating...
“Dude, you look like YOU could use a shower, you’re so tense. C’mon in, the water’s fine!” Puck took a few steps towards Blaine and he backed up, lifting his arms as to ward Puck off.
Blaine swallowed and licked his lips, “No, that’s okay. I’ll just go wait on the benches by the lockers...”
Before Blaine could finish his thought, Puck cut him off, “Anderson, if it’s because you’re already hard just looking at the Puckasaurus here, that’s okay. Everybody wants to be in the Puckerman Area, if you know what I’m saying. Old, young, MILF, YOU...and after two months of being lonely I’m pretty sure you could do with a great fuck, am I right?
Blaine was pretty sure he was as red as the shower tiles and tried to mumble something back to Puck but before he could he was being pulled forcibly into the shower stall, water blasting his tshirt and soaking his jeans. He found himself with his back against the tile, both arms above his head, his body flush against Puck’s naked torso, grinding off the wall against Puck’s erection.
Puck’s erection.
“Wait, I thought,” Blaine stuttered out, barely containing a groan as Puck mouthed his neck and nipped at his clavicle, “...I thought you were str-” Blaine moaned and he felt Puck drag his hands down his sides, over his hips, and landing to roughly palm his cock before moving to swiftly unzip and un-botton his jeans. Blaine lifted his chin, exposing his neck, and bounced his head against the tile for emphasis. “I...Jesus CHRIST...I thought you were straight.”
The hot water continued to flow, ignored and off to the right. The sound washed around them rhythmically, pushing, pushing.
“Everyone knows the Puckster can’t be tamed, Anderson, “ Puck growled into Blaine’s ear, licking and snatching little bites at his sensitive flesh. “Who cares how I’m doing it, my cock has superpowers. Give it up and get ready to take it...I can tell you want it...” at this Puck pulled Blaine's chin down, glaring straight into his eyes, willing Blaine to choose. Blaine’s heart was racing, his cock painfully hard, throbbing with fucking need. He felt empty and aching. He had never been manhandled like this before, used for someone else’s pleasure or taken just to be pleased...fucked just for the sake of it. He was stunned to find he wanted to just let go. To let someone do this, erase his pain and let his body be taken, broken.
Blaine knocked Puck’s hands away, leaving him momentarily stunned. His confusion bled into a knowing smirk, however, when Blaine reached under the dripping hem of his grey t-shirt and pulled it off, tossing it over the divider. He shucked his already-loosened pants along with his underwear and immediately Puck dove in, pushing Blaine back to lick and suck at his chest, Blaine arching into his delightful mouth.
“Are you...” Blaine began, stifling a groan when Puck harshly twisted him around, chest, neck, and cheek pressed solidly to the tiles, hands slipping while searching for hold. Blaine tried to remember what he was going to say but it didn’t even fucking matter anymore because Puck was making his way down Blaine’s back, laying open-mouthed kisses, sucking his shoulder blades, biting each vertebrae on his spine. Blaine reached down to fist his cock, aching to come, when Puck reached around to slap his hand.
“Nuh, uh, Anderson. You don’t fucking come until I let you, that’s the rule of this pleasure trip,” Puck ground out against the skin at the base of Blaine’s back and that’s when things went blank for Blaine. He knew where this was going and he wanted it, needed it. He unconsciously spread his legs wider and bend slightly at the waist to allow Puck easier access, which he immediately took.
“Have you...done this...before?” Blaine managed to get out before his ass was opened and entered by Puck’s relentless tongue, Puck’s hands holding him shamelessly open to the glaring lights in the shower room. Blaine shivered and gritted his teeth, pushing back against the hot pleasure building within him as Puck paused.
“Not with a dude, dude, but your ass is just as sweet and just as tight as any other. My dick says thank you in advance.” he replied before resuming his ministrations.
Blaine thought he heard the minute click of a bottle flip but he was confused. How the hell... he thought as he turned his head and one of Puck’s lubed fingers entered him. Jesus fucking Christ he thought, rolling his hips and quickly setting pace against Puck’s eager hand, he has lube in the shower.
“Um, Puck...” he began, aching for more, ready to start begging.
Puck removed his hand quickly causing Blaine to whimper and push back, searching for more, then quickly added another finger and reentered Blaine, stretching him further, scissoring into him.
“Always be prepared,” Puck replied, voice gritty and low, close to Blaine’s ear. “I’m a fucking boyscout, aren’t I Anderson?”
Blaine actually laughed out loud at that and then leaned into Puck’s fingers, opening himself up to him, taking shallower breaths and lightly keening against the smooth tile.
And then Puck was right there, his fingers selfishly removed, both hands on Blaine’s hips, cock hot and hard resting on Blaine’s thigh, his lips sucking and mouthing behind his left ear.
“Are you ready for this, Blaine? Ready for me to fill you up? Fuck you deep, stretch you out, and make you scream for me?” he whispered, voice gravelly and heavy right in Blaine’s ear.
Blaine moaned, shoving his hips back against Puck, punching out a barely-there “yes”.
Puck squeezed his hips and dragged his fingers up Blaine’s taut torso, finding Blaine’s nipples and began lightly flicking them, dragging his fingernails against them, and lightly pinching, teasing, taking his time.
Blaine thought that his balls would fucking explode.
“What was that, Anderson,” Puck whispered again, tongue touching his earlobe, making him cry out. It was all too much, he needed to be fucked. He fucking wanted it, he writhed against the cool tiles while the steam enveloped them both. Puck produced a condom from seemingly nowhere and Blaine heard the distinctive rip of the wrapper and sound of the latex being spread thin. “Was that a yes? I couldn’t hear you. If you’ve changed your mind...”
Blaine whipped his head around, catching Puck’s mouth with his, licking his way into the other man’s mouth desperately, tense with lust. “Puck. Shut up and FUCK me.” Blaine growled, reaching around and gripping Puck, sliding him in just enough to make Puck groan.
“Jesus, Blaine, you are so fucking tight,” he breathed and began to sink into Blaine’s waiting ass. he pulled out slowly, anticipating Blaine’s need for a slow build-up. It had been a few months since this had happened. Blaine pushed those thoughts aside and just focused on his pleasure; Puck’s lips on his shoulders, his cock buried inside Blaine, steadily increasing the pace and barely starting to stoke against his prostate at his deepest. Blaine shifted his stance, seeking that pleasure core and finding it, yelling out for Puck to fuck him harder and more.
Puck, for his part, focused his energies on pleasing Blaine, reveling in the hot, tight heat of his ass, marveling at the uniqueness of the situation. Blaine was obviously liking this and Puck couldn’t complain. This was fucking heaven. Then he remembered he was supposed to be making Blaine take it and like it, and so...
Blaine froze as Puck stopped, mid-stroke, and leaned his weight onto Blaine, trapping Blaine’s hands on the walls with his own. Blaine wriggled beneath him, wanting more, hating Puck for making him wait.
“Puuuuck,” he moaned, hating how needy it sounded.
“Way to whine, bitch,” came the response.
Blaine didn’t quite know what to think as his knees buckled and his ears flushed with color. No one had ever called him bitch before, although he knew it was standard practice for Puck. In this particular situation, though, it felt downright dirty. He just wanted more. Why, oh WHY had Puck stopped?
“...ungh...WHY...?” he ground out, trying to move and feeling pinned as hell against the wall.
“Because,” Puck groaned, barely holding himself in restraint, “I think it’s time you begged me to let you come, Anderson.”
Blaine moaned in response, his body on fucking fire and his body screaming to be taken.
“Please,” Blaine moaned and his moan climbed higher as Puck immediately slipped mostly out just once and then slammed back home, “Oh...my...fucking...GOD, Puck, pleeeease,” another stroke on his please, “Pleeeease fuck me, make me come.” And then Puck’s hands were on his hips again, repeatedly entering him, slamming his prostate again and again. Heat rolled in waves over his body, his release building and peaking, and Blaine came, shouting his pleasure, groans echoing off the shower room walls.
Puck continued to rail against him, bringing himself to orgasm quickly with Blaine’s cries sling-shotting him over the edge and he came harder than even he expected.
Both boys slumped forward, Puck slipping out of Blaine, Blaine wincing at the sudden emptiness. He would be sore for awhile...but he didn’t fucking care. Puck made quick work of the condom and moved toward the shower, now lukewarm, and slid down the shower wall. Blaine’s movements mimicked his and they quickly glanced at each other, their bodies relaxing, lucid thoughts returning.
Blaine was struck with worry.
“So...” he started.
Puck cut him off, “This is between you and me, dude. Glad I could help a bro.”
Blaine smiled to himself and started to get up, grimacing as he stood.
“Yeah, sorry about that,” Puck noted, “You really do need a shower now I guess.”
“That’s okay, “ replied Blaine, “Any time you want to help me out again I am sure I won’t mind.”
Puck smiled to himself and went to get another towel, humming to himself as he went.