Fic: Freedom - Chapters 9
Freedom
Pairings; Characters: Kurt/Puck; various other Glee characters
Rating: NC-17
Warnings; Spoilers: no beta, uneducated (and briefly researched) talk of motorcycles; no known spoilers
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee and all that jazz.
Summary: Kurt gets a motorcycle for senior year. Everyone wants a ride on it, some are willing to give more than others.
A/N: Here's another long one! It's long for two reasons, one, I couldn't choose a good place to split it, and two, I figured you all needed something to hold you over. I have a week and a half of until finals are over and even then, i want to catch up on Liberty. And if you haven't been reading it you should, mainly because I will be including the conversation (mentioned in ch 7 here) between Kurt and Karofsky (well... duh). Anyways, if you don't read Liberty, be prepared for a long wait. Enjoy! ^__^
Chapter 1
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Puck knew Kurt was waiting for him to do or say something, but all he could do was stare. The opened skinny jeans were spread so the non-cotton blue briefs, or boxer-briefs (Puck couldn’t tell at this point), were peaking out, hiding an impressive bulge. Puck wondered if Kurt had been sporting a woody like this at ever make-out session, because if he was he deserved credit for going through that kind of torture. Those jeans were freakin’ tight.
Luckily, Kurt could tell that Puck’s seemingly small reaction was not a rejection, just pure shock and disbelief. Smiling to himself, Kurt leaned back over the jock, hands on either side of his shoulders in order to avoid the mess on his stomach. Hoping to draw Puck back to reality and do something, Kurt kept his kisses short and light. He travelled back and forth across Puck’s jaw before he returned to his lips.
By now Puck was panting, wanting to react but still in shock. Thankfully, Kurt figured out something that would jolt him into moving. Puck watched Kurt’s eyes travel over his face before smiling a little and licking into his mouth.
Finally, Puck groaned, his hands going to Kurt’s neck and cheek. He captured the countertenor’s tongue, sucking on it a moment before pulling away, revelling in Kurt’s whimper of disappointment.
Puck chuckled, “Oh don’t worry, that was just a preview.”
Kurt’s eyes went wide. “What? Puck, what do you mean?”
He never got an answer, but he didn’t really care because Puck was kissing, licking, and nipping his way down Kurt’s neck and collarbone.
When he ran into the shirt, the jock paused.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, almost nervous. “I can wait if-,”
“You’ve waited long enough,” Kurt gasped, wanting the attentions to continue. “Just get me off already.”
Puck grinned, he loved it when Kurt was a little bossy. He didn’t know why, but it made him hot watching Kurt assert himself. Slowly, he
moved his hands down, trying to memorize as much of the smaller boy’s body as possible. When he reached the hem, he grabbed it with both hands and lifted. The jacket had been put aside while they ate so Kurt now straddled Puck’s waist with no shirt and his jeans open.
Puck had very rarely been able to see a topless Kurt. Sure he caught a few glances in the locker room when Kurt had been on the team, but he had changed quickly, opting to go home and shower. Now Puck was allowed to drink his fill. He ran his hands up and down, feeling the muscles gained from dancing, the smoothness from an unchanging routine and highly priced products. He made a note never to complain about any of Kurt’s morning, afternoon, or night time routines, because if he was lucky he’d be able to reap the rewards himself.
He only stopped his roaming when Kurt had smacked his hand away for the third time after Puck had accidentally tickled him. Holding the wonderfully slim hips, Puck took a chance and used his strength to his advantage. In one, quick, fluid motion Kurt was on his back, legs wrapped around Puck’s hips.
Kurt hummed in pleasure, Puck smirking at the fact that he was turned on by strength. Reaching up, the countertenor grabbed Puck’s shoulders and brought him down, capturing his lips in another kiss.
“Please, Puck,” whispered Kurt as they pulled apart.
Nodding, the jock kissed his way to Kurt’s chest. He hadn’t wanted to take too long, but he couldn’t stop himself, he needed a taste. After kissing his way down a little, Puck just licked his way up Kurt’s sternum. He chuckled, realizing that the pale chest tasted different from the pale neck. The neck was a little bitter, the taste of Kurt’s cologne not being as pleasant as its scent. But the chest was free of cologne. Instead,
it was sweet and salty, Kurt and man. Puck loved it.
Insisting to himself that he could take a detour, Puck went to work on Kurt’s chest. Kissing and tasting it almost everywhere, being sure to pay special attention to the tight little buds that were Kurt’s nipples.
Other than the taste, Puck couldn’t get over the melodic sounds Kurt would make. There were so many different ones that Puck wasn’t sure if he had heard the same one more than once. Eventually he started memorizing them, hoping he’d be able to repeat certain ones in the future.
Apparently, though, Kurt was getting impatient. He tightened his legs, pulling their hard cocks together making Puck groan in pleasure.
Having gotten hard as soon as he realized Kurt wanted to go further Puck could have come, if he had any less experience.
He pushed himself up, separating them and looking down at the body below him. The sight was breath taking. Kurt, laid bare, for all intents and purposes, breathing hard, eyes half lidded in arousal. His skin, or at least his chest, glistened, the moonlight reflecting off the mix of sweat and saliva. It reminded him of that stupid vampire his sister was in love with.
Shaking his head to push those thoughts away, Puck leaned down. He was going to continue on to his original task, but, well… Kurt’s body was very distracting. They had made it official tonight, they were dating. Puck couldn’t help but think, Kurt’s mine now, and he had to prove it somehow. Seeing the perfect canvas spread before him, he swooped in, knowing exactly where he wanted to leave his mark.
“Noah!” Kurt gasped in surprise, half sitting up.
Puck pulled back. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “Just relax, I promise I’m going to keep going.”
It wasn’t until Kurt nodded, lying back down that Puck noticed how much faster he was breathing. Kurt had apparently almost come. As hot as that was, Puck took his time in pulling down Kurt’s jeans. He only took enough time to note that Kurt wore boxer-briefs before pulling the blue fabric away as well.
He had to pause and stare a moment. Damn, Kurt was impressive in every single way. Eventually, Kurt’s whimpers got to him and Puck leaned down, licking his lips, wondering how Kurt’s taste and sounds would differ when he touched him there. He had never done this before, but neither had Kurt, so hopefully they could learn together and Puck wouldn’t make a complete fool of himself.
Taking a deep breath Puck closed the distance, licking up the entire length of Kurt’s cock. Both boys moaned in pleasure, Kurt arcing his back. Puck paused, letting the countertenor regain some control while the jock savored the hint of more man before he actually took the head into his mouth. Puck closed his eyes at the burst of bittersweet saltiness on his tongue. Man this could be heaven, he thought. But Kurt’s gasps pulled him away from his own pleasure and he focused once again on Kurt’s.
Kurt writhed beneath him; the sensations so new, so intense, he had trouble containing himself. Every time Puck ran his tongue over the slit, or under the head, Kurt’s cries got louder. Every time he sucked, the moans would be a little deeper.
Eventually, Puck couldn’t take it anymore, and he knew Kurt must have been suffering as well. So, taking a deep breath, he took all of Kurt in.
He struggled to suppress his gag reflex, just long enough to swallow once around the head of Kurt’s large cock.
Kurt shrieked in pleasure. His back arching again. His cry of, “Oh God, yes! Noah!” was followed by a surprisingly low moan as he came.
Puck pulled back, watching Kurt’s spunk land on his stomach, watching the expression of pleasure twisted with pain because of the intensity of his orgasm. Needless to say, it only took the touch of his hand for Puck to be coming again, sighing his boyfriend’s name as he released onto the blanket.
Puck fell to his side, bringing Kurt with him because he refused to move his legs. They lied there, Kurt clutching Puck’s shoulders while Puck cradled Kurt’s hips, facing each other while slowly recovering.
Puck was the first to move. He carefully got up, untangling Kurt’s legs from around his body and used the corner of the blanket to wipe the long dried semen from his own stomach before doing the same for Kurt. Once clean he straightened his own jeans so he could more easily squeeze Kurt back into his. He struggled with it, Kurt not doing anything to help, still too relaxed to really move. But eventually Puck was able to get the boxer-briefs and skinny jeans up around Kurt’s hips and close them.
When Kurt still seemed unwilling to move, Puck cleaned up the picnic, putting the basket in his truck before returning to the blanket. He sat down, easily moving Kurt so he was lying in the jock’s lap. That’s the way they sat for a few minutes, Puck stroking Kurt’s hair, until the smaller boy finally showed signs of life.
Stretching, Kurt grinned, looking up at Puck. Puck couldn’t resist and leaned down, kissing those lips.
“Yes,” sighed Kurt, pulling himself up with a hand on Puck’s neck. “Oh, that was definitely worth the wait. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so relaxed in my entire life.”
Puck smiled. “And that was just a blowjob. Imagine what it will be like when we actually have sex.”
Kurt swallowed, looking away suddenly.
Puck tightened his grip on Kurt’s hips. “Don’t worry I won’t rush you. I told you I would wait as long as it takes.”
Nodding, Kurt took a deep breath. “I know, and I’m sorry. I guess, hearing you say that… it kind of freaked me out. I still can’t believe that you
want to actually be with me that way.”
“Well believe it, because I do. I may not know why, but I want you. That first day of school, you definitely caught my attention. I started noticing you more after that, and ever since I haven’t been able to stop thinking of you.” Puck ended with a deep kiss, starting to run his hands over
Kurt’s still bare chest.
“Why, I do believe the school’s self named sex shark is a romantic,” murmured Kurt.
Puck’s retort was cut off when Kurt gasped, pulling away. He looked down at his chest, eyes wide. “You marked me,” he whispered in awe.
Puck gently ran a finger over the bruise again, just next to Kurt’s left nipple. “I’m sorry,” he said, “I couldn’t stop myself.”
Kurt shook his head, whispering his own fingers over the mark. “I like it.” Then he looked up, smiling and tackling Puck to the ground, kissing him deeply. When he pulled away he bit at Puck’s bottom lip. “I’ve always wanted to be marked. You’re the first to ever show any interest.”
“Aren’t I your first boyfriend?” pointed out Puck.
That got him a slap on the arm. “Shut up, you’re ruining the moment.” He paused, still staring at the bruise. “You’ll have to give me another one next week when this starts to fade. God, I can’t wait.”
Puck gently kissed Kurt’s shoulder. “I can give you more, wherever and whenever you want. Believe me, I like to do it.”
Kurt shook his head. “No, I think I want just the one right now. Something that reminds me, and only me, that I’m yours. Besides, the more there are the more distracting it’ll be from the most important one.” He didn’t say it, but he put his right hand over it for a second, knowing that it was over his heart.
Puck just pulled him close, letting the moment continue. They just lied there, cuddling and staring at the stars until Kurt’s phone started to buzz. The boy sat up, reaching for his jacket. He frowned when he saw that it was Finn. Glancing at Puck he answered, putting it on speakerphone.
“Hey, Finn,” greeted Kurt.
“Hey,” came Finn’s voice, “Where have you been? Burt’s been bugging me, wanting to know why you didn’t come to family dinner night.”
Kurt bit his lip. “Something came up that I didn’t want to miss.”
“Well, I hope you had a good time. Just hurry home, it’s getting late.”
“Yes, mother. I’ll get home as soon as I can.” Kurt couldn’t help but grin at how protective Finn had become ever since they became brothers.
“Oh, before you go, do you know where Puck might be?”
Kurt froze. “Why would I know where Puck is?” he asked, his voice a little low.
Finn didn’t seem to notice the change in tone. “Well, you’ve been giving him a few rides recently, I just thought you might know where he
might be. He’s not answering his cell and I wanted to see if he wanted to catch a movie with me and the guys.”
Kurt decided to not point out that he was not invited. Instead, he was about to deny any knowledge of Puck’s whereabouts when the boy in
question put out a hand.
“Sounds like fun,” Puck said, “What movie?”
“Oh, the new one with that guy from those treasure movies,” said Finn, unfazed by hearing Puck’s voice.
“You mean Nicholas Cage?” Kurt put in.
“Yeah, that one.”
“Sure,” said Puck, “I’ll see you at your place in twenty?”
“See ya then.” Then Finn hung up.
Kurt stared at Puck. “Did you just come out to Finn?”
Puck nodded.
“He didn’t react to it though.”
“Just wait for it.”
As if on cue, Kurt’s phone started to buzz again. When he answered, he couldn’t even say anything before Finn hollered through the phone.
“What the hell are you two doing together?!”
Kurt’s eyebrows went up, waiting for Puck to stop laughing and explain.
“Hello? Anyone there?” came Finn’s voice.
“Yeah,” said Kurt, “I just thought Puck might want to explain it himself.”
“Yeah, yeah,” said the jock, finally able to control his laughter. “We were eating,” was his eventual explanation.
Finn sighed. “Why on earth would Kurt skip family night to eat with you? No offence.”
“Dude, it was a date. Now, let me hang up so I can get over to your place. We’ll talk about it then.”
“And don’t tell anyone, including Dad. Besides the fact that he’ll probably kill Puck before the movie, Mercedes will kill me if she hears it from anyone else.”
All they could hear was sputtering and Kurt wondered if Finn had taken a drink of something at the wrong moment. Eventually he managed to spit out and gurgled, “What!?”
“Just go freak out in your room,” said Kurt, “We’ll explain it when we get there. Bye, Finn.” Then he hung up, not wanting to prolong such a pointless phone call.
He looked up at Puck, who was standing, offering a hand. “So you’re going to come out to the whole school then?” he asked, ignoring the hand.
Puck grinned. “Yeah.” When he saw Kurt’s confused expression, he leant down and lifted Kurt by the hips to his feet. He waited for Kurt to look him in the eyes before explaining further. “Babe, I could barely keep my hands off you when we weren’t official. Now that we are, there is no way I’ll be able to resist. You’ll need to hit me away with a stick by lunch on Monday.” He paused, frowning as a thought came to him.
“That’s okay with you, isn’t it? I did just kind of assume that you’d want to be open about us.”
Kurt nodded quickly. “Oh yes. I was just surprised that you’d come to terms with this so fast.” He took a deep breath and smiled, “I can’t wait until Monday, though. Now, if we don’t hurry Finn’s going to freak and spill everything to my dad in the worst way.”
“Sure thing.” Puck placed a chaste kiss to Kurt’s lips before backing away. He picked up Kurt’s shirt and tossed it to him, trying and failing at holding back the groan of disappointment at seeing the flawless skin disappear.
Kurt just giggled, shaking his head as he slipped on his jacket. He pulled out his phone as he walked to his bike, sending the same text to Mercedes then Rachel.
Big news! Sleepover at my place if you want to hear! -K.
Then he put on his helmet and waited for Puck to climb into his truck after tossing the blanket into the back. When Puck gave a wave of readiness, Kurt started his bike, making sure to bend over just a little further than usual as he pulled out of the clearing. Oh yeah, he was definitely going to love openly teasing Puck.
TBC...
Chapter 9.Finn
Chapter 10
Pairings; Characters: Kurt/Puck; various other Glee characters
Rating: NC-17
Warnings; Spoilers: no beta, uneducated (and briefly researched) talk of motorcycles; no known spoilers
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee and all that jazz.
Summary: Kurt gets a motorcycle for senior year. Everyone wants a ride on it, some are willing to give more than others.
A/N: Here's another long one! It's long for two reasons, one, I couldn't choose a good place to split it, and two, I figured you all needed something to hold you over. I have a week and a half of until finals are over and even then, i want to catch up on Liberty. And if you haven't been reading it you should, mainly because I will be including the conversation (mentioned in ch 7 here) between Kurt and Karofsky (well... duh). Anyways, if you don't read Liberty, be prepared for a long wait. Enjoy! ^__^
Chapter 1
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Puck knew Kurt was waiting for him to do or say something, but all he could do was stare. The opened skinny jeans were spread so the non-cotton blue briefs, or boxer-briefs (Puck couldn’t tell at this point), were peaking out, hiding an impressive bulge. Puck wondered if Kurt had been sporting a woody like this at ever make-out session, because if he was he deserved credit for going through that kind of torture. Those jeans were freakin’ tight.
Luckily, Kurt could tell that Puck’s seemingly small reaction was not a rejection, just pure shock and disbelief. Smiling to himself, Kurt leaned back over the jock, hands on either side of his shoulders in order to avoid the mess on his stomach. Hoping to draw Puck back to reality and do something, Kurt kept his kisses short and light. He travelled back and forth across Puck’s jaw before he returned to his lips.
By now Puck was panting, wanting to react but still in shock. Thankfully, Kurt figured out something that would jolt him into moving. Puck watched Kurt’s eyes travel over his face before smiling a little and licking into his mouth.
Finally, Puck groaned, his hands going to Kurt’s neck and cheek. He captured the countertenor’s tongue, sucking on it a moment before pulling away, revelling in Kurt’s whimper of disappointment.
Puck chuckled, “Oh don’t worry, that was just a preview.”
Kurt’s eyes went wide. “What? Puck, what do you mean?”
He never got an answer, but he didn’t really care because Puck was kissing, licking, and nipping his way down Kurt’s neck and collarbone.
When he ran into the shirt, the jock paused.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, almost nervous. “I can wait if-,”
“You’ve waited long enough,” Kurt gasped, wanting the attentions to continue. “Just get me off already.”
Puck grinned, he loved it when Kurt was a little bossy. He didn’t know why, but it made him hot watching Kurt assert himself. Slowly, he
moved his hands down, trying to memorize as much of the smaller boy’s body as possible. When he reached the hem, he grabbed it with both hands and lifted. The jacket had been put aside while they ate so Kurt now straddled Puck’s waist with no shirt and his jeans open.
Puck had very rarely been able to see a topless Kurt. Sure he caught a few glances in the locker room when Kurt had been on the team, but he had changed quickly, opting to go home and shower. Now Puck was allowed to drink his fill. He ran his hands up and down, feeling the muscles gained from dancing, the smoothness from an unchanging routine and highly priced products. He made a note never to complain about any of Kurt’s morning, afternoon, or night time routines, because if he was lucky he’d be able to reap the rewards himself.
He only stopped his roaming when Kurt had smacked his hand away for the third time after Puck had accidentally tickled him. Holding the wonderfully slim hips, Puck took a chance and used his strength to his advantage. In one, quick, fluid motion Kurt was on his back, legs wrapped around Puck’s hips.
Kurt hummed in pleasure, Puck smirking at the fact that he was turned on by strength. Reaching up, the countertenor grabbed Puck’s shoulders and brought him down, capturing his lips in another kiss.
“Please, Puck,” whispered Kurt as they pulled apart.
Nodding, the jock kissed his way to Kurt’s chest. He hadn’t wanted to take too long, but he couldn’t stop himself, he needed a taste. After kissing his way down a little, Puck just licked his way up Kurt’s sternum. He chuckled, realizing that the pale chest tasted different from the pale neck. The neck was a little bitter, the taste of Kurt’s cologne not being as pleasant as its scent. But the chest was free of cologne. Instead,
it was sweet and salty, Kurt and man. Puck loved it.
Insisting to himself that he could take a detour, Puck went to work on Kurt’s chest. Kissing and tasting it almost everywhere, being sure to pay special attention to the tight little buds that were Kurt’s nipples.
Other than the taste, Puck couldn’t get over the melodic sounds Kurt would make. There were so many different ones that Puck wasn’t sure if he had heard the same one more than once. Eventually he started memorizing them, hoping he’d be able to repeat certain ones in the future.
Apparently, though, Kurt was getting impatient. He tightened his legs, pulling their hard cocks together making Puck groan in pleasure.
Having gotten hard as soon as he realized Kurt wanted to go further Puck could have come, if he had any less experience.
He pushed himself up, separating them and looking down at the body below him. The sight was breath taking. Kurt, laid bare, for all intents and purposes, breathing hard, eyes half lidded in arousal. His skin, or at least his chest, glistened, the moonlight reflecting off the mix of sweat and saliva. It reminded him of that stupid vampire his sister was in love with.
Shaking his head to push those thoughts away, Puck leaned down. He was going to continue on to his original task, but, well… Kurt’s body was very distracting. They had made it official tonight, they were dating. Puck couldn’t help but think, Kurt’s mine now, and he had to prove it somehow. Seeing the perfect canvas spread before him, he swooped in, knowing exactly where he wanted to leave his mark.
“Noah!” Kurt gasped in surprise, half sitting up.
Puck pulled back. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “Just relax, I promise I’m going to keep going.”
It wasn’t until Kurt nodded, lying back down that Puck noticed how much faster he was breathing. Kurt had apparently almost come. As hot as that was, Puck took his time in pulling down Kurt’s jeans. He only took enough time to note that Kurt wore boxer-briefs before pulling the blue fabric away as well.
He had to pause and stare a moment. Damn, Kurt was impressive in every single way. Eventually, Kurt’s whimpers got to him and Puck leaned down, licking his lips, wondering how Kurt’s taste and sounds would differ when he touched him there. He had never done this before, but neither had Kurt, so hopefully they could learn together and Puck wouldn’t make a complete fool of himself.
Taking a deep breath Puck closed the distance, licking up the entire length of Kurt’s cock. Both boys moaned in pleasure, Kurt arcing his back. Puck paused, letting the countertenor regain some control while the jock savored the hint of more man before he actually took the head into his mouth. Puck closed his eyes at the burst of bittersweet saltiness on his tongue. Man this could be heaven, he thought. But Kurt’s gasps pulled him away from his own pleasure and he focused once again on Kurt’s.
Kurt writhed beneath him; the sensations so new, so intense, he had trouble containing himself. Every time Puck ran his tongue over the slit, or under the head, Kurt’s cries got louder. Every time he sucked, the moans would be a little deeper.
Eventually, Puck couldn’t take it anymore, and he knew Kurt must have been suffering as well. So, taking a deep breath, he took all of Kurt in.
He struggled to suppress his gag reflex, just long enough to swallow once around the head of Kurt’s large cock.
Kurt shrieked in pleasure. His back arching again. His cry of, “Oh God, yes! Noah!” was followed by a surprisingly low moan as he came.
Puck pulled back, watching Kurt’s spunk land on his stomach, watching the expression of pleasure twisted with pain because of the intensity of his orgasm. Needless to say, it only took the touch of his hand for Puck to be coming again, sighing his boyfriend’s name as he released onto the blanket.
Puck fell to his side, bringing Kurt with him because he refused to move his legs. They lied there, Kurt clutching Puck’s shoulders while Puck cradled Kurt’s hips, facing each other while slowly recovering.
Puck was the first to move. He carefully got up, untangling Kurt’s legs from around his body and used the corner of the blanket to wipe the long dried semen from his own stomach before doing the same for Kurt. Once clean he straightened his own jeans so he could more easily squeeze Kurt back into his. He struggled with it, Kurt not doing anything to help, still too relaxed to really move. But eventually Puck was able to get the boxer-briefs and skinny jeans up around Kurt’s hips and close them.
When Kurt still seemed unwilling to move, Puck cleaned up the picnic, putting the basket in his truck before returning to the blanket. He sat down, easily moving Kurt so he was lying in the jock’s lap. That’s the way they sat for a few minutes, Puck stroking Kurt’s hair, until the smaller boy finally showed signs of life.
Stretching, Kurt grinned, looking up at Puck. Puck couldn’t resist and leaned down, kissing those lips.
“Yes,” sighed Kurt, pulling himself up with a hand on Puck’s neck. “Oh, that was definitely worth the wait. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so relaxed in my entire life.”
Puck smiled. “And that was just a blowjob. Imagine what it will be like when we actually have sex.”
Kurt swallowed, looking away suddenly.
Puck tightened his grip on Kurt’s hips. “Don’t worry I won’t rush you. I told you I would wait as long as it takes.”
Nodding, Kurt took a deep breath. “I know, and I’m sorry. I guess, hearing you say that… it kind of freaked me out. I still can’t believe that you
want to actually be with me that way.”
“Well believe it, because I do. I may not know why, but I want you. That first day of school, you definitely caught my attention. I started noticing you more after that, and ever since I haven’t been able to stop thinking of you.” Puck ended with a deep kiss, starting to run his hands over
Kurt’s still bare chest.
“Why, I do believe the school’s self named sex shark is a romantic,” murmured Kurt.
Puck’s retort was cut off when Kurt gasped, pulling away. He looked down at his chest, eyes wide. “You marked me,” he whispered in awe.
Puck gently ran a finger over the bruise again, just next to Kurt’s left nipple. “I’m sorry,” he said, “I couldn’t stop myself.”
Kurt shook his head, whispering his own fingers over the mark. “I like it.” Then he looked up, smiling and tackling Puck to the ground, kissing him deeply. When he pulled away he bit at Puck’s bottom lip. “I’ve always wanted to be marked. You’re the first to ever show any interest.”
“Aren’t I your first boyfriend?” pointed out Puck.
That got him a slap on the arm. “Shut up, you’re ruining the moment.” He paused, still staring at the bruise. “You’ll have to give me another one next week when this starts to fade. God, I can’t wait.”
Puck gently kissed Kurt’s shoulder. “I can give you more, wherever and whenever you want. Believe me, I like to do it.”
Kurt shook his head. “No, I think I want just the one right now. Something that reminds me, and only me, that I’m yours. Besides, the more there are the more distracting it’ll be from the most important one.” He didn’t say it, but he put his right hand over it for a second, knowing that it was over his heart.
Puck just pulled him close, letting the moment continue. They just lied there, cuddling and staring at the stars until Kurt’s phone started to buzz. The boy sat up, reaching for his jacket. He frowned when he saw that it was Finn. Glancing at Puck he answered, putting it on speakerphone.
“Hey, Finn,” greeted Kurt.
“Hey,” came Finn’s voice, “Where have you been? Burt’s been bugging me, wanting to know why you didn’t come to family dinner night.”
Kurt bit his lip. “Something came up that I didn’t want to miss.”
“Well, I hope you had a good time. Just hurry home, it’s getting late.”
“Yes, mother. I’ll get home as soon as I can.” Kurt couldn’t help but grin at how protective Finn had become ever since they became brothers.
“Oh, before you go, do you know where Puck might be?”
Kurt froze. “Why would I know where Puck is?” he asked, his voice a little low.
Finn didn’t seem to notice the change in tone. “Well, you’ve been giving him a few rides recently, I just thought you might know where he
might be. He’s not answering his cell and I wanted to see if he wanted to catch a movie with me and the guys.”
Kurt decided to not point out that he was not invited. Instead, he was about to deny any knowledge of Puck’s whereabouts when the boy in
question put out a hand.
“Sounds like fun,” Puck said, “What movie?”
“Oh, the new one with that guy from those treasure movies,” said Finn, unfazed by hearing Puck’s voice.
“You mean Nicholas Cage?” Kurt put in.
“Yeah, that one.”
“Sure,” said Puck, “I’ll see you at your place in twenty?”
“See ya then.” Then Finn hung up.
Kurt stared at Puck. “Did you just come out to Finn?”
Puck nodded.
“He didn’t react to it though.”
“Just wait for it.”
As if on cue, Kurt’s phone started to buzz again. When he answered, he couldn’t even say anything before Finn hollered through the phone.
“What the hell are you two doing together?!”
Kurt’s eyebrows went up, waiting for Puck to stop laughing and explain.
“Hello? Anyone there?” came Finn’s voice.
“Yeah,” said Kurt, “I just thought Puck might want to explain it himself.”
“Yeah, yeah,” said the jock, finally able to control his laughter. “We were eating,” was his eventual explanation.
Finn sighed. “Why on earth would Kurt skip family night to eat with you? No offence.”
“Dude, it was a date. Now, let me hang up so I can get over to your place. We’ll talk about it then.”
“And don’t tell anyone, including Dad. Besides the fact that he’ll probably kill Puck before the movie, Mercedes will kill me if she hears it from anyone else.”
All they could hear was sputtering and Kurt wondered if Finn had taken a drink of something at the wrong moment. Eventually he managed to spit out and gurgled, “What!?”
“Just go freak out in your room,” said Kurt, “We’ll explain it when we get there. Bye, Finn.” Then he hung up, not wanting to prolong such a pointless phone call.
He looked up at Puck, who was standing, offering a hand. “So you’re going to come out to the whole school then?” he asked, ignoring the hand.
Puck grinned. “Yeah.” When he saw Kurt’s confused expression, he leant down and lifted Kurt by the hips to his feet. He waited for Kurt to look him in the eyes before explaining further. “Babe, I could barely keep my hands off you when we weren’t official. Now that we are, there is no way I’ll be able to resist. You’ll need to hit me away with a stick by lunch on Monday.” He paused, frowning as a thought came to him.
“That’s okay with you, isn’t it? I did just kind of assume that you’d want to be open about us.”
Kurt nodded quickly. “Oh yes. I was just surprised that you’d come to terms with this so fast.” He took a deep breath and smiled, “I can’t wait until Monday, though. Now, if we don’t hurry Finn’s going to freak and spill everything to my dad in the worst way.”
“Sure thing.” Puck placed a chaste kiss to Kurt’s lips before backing away. He picked up Kurt’s shirt and tossed it to him, trying and failing at holding back the groan of disappointment at seeing the flawless skin disappear.
Kurt just giggled, shaking his head as he slipped on his jacket. He pulled out his phone as he walked to his bike, sending the same text to Mercedes then Rachel.
Big news! Sleepover at my place if you want to hear! -K.
Then he put on his helmet and waited for Puck to climb into his truck after tossing the blanket into the back. When Puck gave a wave of readiness, Kurt started his bike, making sure to bend over just a little further than usual as he pulled out of the clearing. Oh yeah, he was definitely going to love openly teasing Puck.
TBC...
Chapter 9.Finn
Chapter 10