Good Ol' Days (Get Your Kicks)
Series: The Good Ol’ Days
Title: Get Your Kicks
Genre: Smut/Kink
Pairing: Burt/Puck, Burt/Kurt, Puck/Kurt and some weird mix of all three.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1060
Summary: Puck has urges and pays for them.
Puck groaned. Here he was supposed to sleep, but he was naked and lying with his dick nudged up against Kurt Hummel’s burning hot ass. He moved, trying to relieve the insane pressure but it only made things worse. He was more than certain that Burt and Kurt Hummel were both evil, but he loved them more than he had ever loved anyone in his life.
Kurt grunted, half-asleep. “Noah, is that what I think it is poking me?”
“Nfh,” he grumbled. “This is hell. He put me in an ice cold shower to make me stop wanting you, and then makes me get in bed naked with you. This is torture.”
“Seems suitable punishment for a snitch,” Kurt said and Puck could see the grin on his face, in his head at least. He had been a snitch, but hey, he had no choice!
He pushed up close, wanting to get some friction on his straining erection.
“Are you planning to get off by humping me while I sleep?” Kurt asked, still lazily, but with a hint of deviousness.
“Kurt please…”
“No way,” Kurt said, firmly. “In case you didn’t notice, my backside is on fire. I’m not getting myself spanked again because you can’t control your urges.”
He gently touched Kurt’s him. “C’mon.”
“Nope. You can go for it, but I’m going to bed. I’m already not going to be able to sit right for a couple days.”
He pouted and tried to sleep, but damn it, sleep was not happening. Masturbation was an option, though he was sure that good boys didn’t do that either. Plus, he had Kurt’s burning hot ass pressing into his dick through the soft material of his pants. He couldn’t resist jutting forward a little bit.
“Perv,” Kurt mumbled low, sleepily.
Puck just kept moving, slowly, grasping Kurt’s side as he felt the friction he so badly needed and had been denied.
He thrust against Kurt’s inner thigh, groaning at the release of that tension that had been torturing him. He came quick, quicker than a sex god like Puck should have, but Burt had been keeping him from getting off. Anyone would have caved under that kind of pressure.
“You’re so in trouble in the morning…” Kurt mumbled, grimacing at the wet spot on his pants. Puck was pretty sure he was kind of asleep.
He just kissed Kurt’s cheek and fell asleep, never mind the mess, because he knew he was right.
Puck fell asleep knowing that he was in a hell of a lot of trouble but he didn't imagine he'd wake up to a sharp smack against his naked backside. "Ow!" he yelled out, eyes flickering open to find himself face to face with one angry Burt Hummel. "Kurt woke up early with a very interesting story and a suspicious stain on his nightclothes."
Puck groaned. "I didn't mean to," he said softly. "He was just very...and I was..."
"Do I take excuses, young man?"
"No sir - ow!"
Burt hit him again. That was when he noticed Kurt standing and watching them, sheepishly. Burt shook his head and sighed. "It's like all I do is spank you two. I’m gonna get bored. Over the end of the bed."
He scooted down to the end of the bed, laying over it like he was told. He heard scrambling sounds behind him and a teeny gasp that he knew came from Kurt.
The object to strike his skin was thick and hard. He turned his head to see it was a wooden hairbrush. Burt laid a hand on the center of his back, between his shoulder blades. "Don't even consider moving. We don’t have nearly enough time for this, but that doesn’t matter to you, does it?”
He spanked Puck over and over again, landing the sharp wood down on his flesh. “Kurt, go get dressed. You guys are lucky it’s Sunday or this one would be sore as hell today sitting at school.”
By the time Burt was finished he was full out crying. He hated crying. “Ow, please…ugh.” He shut his eyes and closed them tight.
Burt rubbed his back, signaling that he was done. “I think you need a bit more training,” he said seriously. “I bought a few things the other day. I’m gonna check on Kurt and I’ll be back. Don’t you move.”
He left Puck there to cry it out. He whimpered and whined a little bit, wondering what was going to happen next.
Burt returned with Kurt in tow, and a few other things. One of them being something that looked suspiciously like a…erm, plug.
Oh dear god. Puck was tormented by the dual images of Burt Hummel buying sex toys and the fact that he knew what the man was going to do. “Please, come on.”
Burt made a sound. “Now, now, do you really wanna object?”
He heard the squishing sound of lube being squirted out of a bottle. Fuck. He closed his eyes and leaned forward on the bed. Ow. He was hurting. Burt pried open his red hot cheeks and ugh, he couldn’t believe he was doing this. He whined at the penetration and was sure that he heard a tiny giggle from his brother to the left. “Don’t even start, Kurt,” the man said and oh, that had been a giggle.
After spreading the lube inside of him, Burt pushed the thing against his opening. “Relax,” he warned soft.
He did what he was told, tired and spanked out and it slid right in.
“Up you go,” he said.
Puck got up. It felt so weird. So full, and yet it didn’t slide out. His face flushed red from the total and utter humiliation.
Burt just nodded. “It’s a good look for you,” he said, going to get some clothes. Puck squirmed with the thing inside of him.
He met Kurt’s eyes and Kurt bit his lip. “He said he’s gonna train you with … plugs and like, chastity devices, other stuff. I could probably so get in trouble for saying this but, I am so gonna enjoy school tomorrow.”
His eyes got big. What?
Okay maybe this wasn’t worth it.