Love In Orange Dayglo (Part 5 of ?)
Title: Love In Orange Dayglo (Part 5 of ?)
Author: emo_chick_87
Pairing,Character(s): Puck/Kurt
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3575
Spoilers: Season 1
Genre: Angst/Fluff/Smut/AU
Warnings: dub-con and non-con are the major ones and I'll post more as I finish each chapter. Puck/Kurt sexytimes. Bareback sex, slight powerplay stuff.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
Summary: Kurt Hummel gets six months in Lima Minimum Security Prison. Puck is his cellmate.
AN: This is a fill for the glee_kink_meme, here for one Miss twisted_ingenue Kink, like whoa. I do want to let people know that none of the non-con will happen between Puck and Kurt. Also Kurt will NEVER be anally raped. I just couldn't do it. Please let me know what you think because I left my comfort zone about eighty miles back.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
Puck arched into a long stretch. He groaned as the tension eased out of his back. He brought his hand over his face to wipe the sleep from his eyes as his body took stock of where he was. He couldn't remember the last time he came so hard he practically blacked out. He felt the soft cotton of the thin sheet against his bare chest. His junk didn't feel sticky and he couldn't feel anything drying on his chest so he figured that Kurt had cleaned him up. The thought sent an odd warm feeling through him. Kurt had taken care of him.
Kurt's delicate smell surrounded him so Puck knew he couldn't be far. He sat up slightly to see Kurt sitting at the end of the bed. Puck's sketchbook was resting on his crossed legs. Nervous vulnerability flooded him as he watched Kurt's eyes dart along the pages.
“Hey.”
Puck's voice startled Kurt and made him gasp.
“Hi” Kurt seemed to remember what was in his lap. “I'm sorry if this isn't okay. I found it when I was looking for clean pants for you and I just had to look.”
Puck though about being mad. It really was a pretty big invasion of privacy but he thought about everything Kurt shared with him and then he caught a glimpse of his mark on Kurt's neck. He figured he could let this one slide.
“It's cool... So what do you think?” Puck cringed at the sound of his own voice.
“Noah, these are amazing. I mean, this one,” Kurt flipped to a charcoal drawing of the five year old girl chasing bubbles in a grassy backyard in a summer dress. “This one is my favorite. She looks so happy. So innocent. It's really beautiful.”
Puck smiled softly. “That's my sister, Anna Banana. She's ten now.” Puck leaned down to pull a small wooden box from under the bed. He handed Kurt a wallet size school photo. Kurt could see Noah in her face. But it's what he didn't see that made his heart clench. He couldn't see the innocence, the wide trusting eyes, the bright smile of the five year old from the picture. He saw the tight lipped smile and dark circles of a girl that had been hurt. He saw the eyes full of fight and the fire that meant she was rebuilding. She was beautiful in a way Kurt couldn't really put into words. Her face made Kurt realize why Puck was is jail in the first place.
“She's beautiful, Noah.” Kurt said softly as he handed Puck the picture back. Their fingers brushed lightly and Kurt blushed as he turned to the next page. He traced the picture with his mouth hanging open in awe.
“Holy shit. This is a '67 Mustang. You got all the details perfect..Even the arch of the fender.”
“That's Amber. She's not really much to look at now but by the time I'm done with her she'll be a beauty. My uncle was helping me fix her up before...before.... well before.”
Puck sat up and pulled the book off of Kurt's lap. He closed the book and put it back under the bed with the old wooden box. He leaned in to give Kurt a kiss and his stomach grumbled angrily just their lips touched. Kurt giggled against his lips and pulled him to stand up.
“Come on. It's almost time for lunch.”
Kurt was heading out of the cell door when Puck grabbed at his hand and pulled him back. His hands laced their fingers together and pulled Kurt's hands above his head. He walked Kurt back until he collided with the cinder block wall. He watched as Kurt's gaze stayed locked on his lips and his chest rose with each excited exhalation.
“You didn't let me kiss you good morning, properly.” Puck pressed his lips down hard onto Kurt's and ravaged his mouth. Deep, powerful kisses made Kurt's head swim. Puck used one of his hands to pull Kurt's leg up to rest on his hip. Kurt took the hint and wrapped both his leg around Puck's back. Puck kissed him as he thrust their erections together. Without warning he pulled away roughly. Kurt looked at him with hurt confusion until Puck took his free hand to fist in his hair. He pulled his head to the side and panted against the mark he'd left there. His tongue danced over it briefly before he felt Kurt seize against him. He bit down softly as Kurt's body was shaken by tremors and Puck felt the warm patch bloom on the front of Kurt's pants.
He felt Kurt's legs slide down his and shake as he tried to support himself. Puck placed a soft peck on Kurt's lips before heading towards the cell door.
“Good Morning.” Puck said with a smirk.
**
Kurt walked on shaky legs out into the mess hall. It was the first time since he'd been there that he didn't feel utter dread. He met Tyler at the line and blushed as Tyler gave him a knowing look. Tyler gave him a hard stare as he tried to focus on his turkey sandwich.
“C'mon, boy. Spill.”
Kurt couldn't really deny anyone with that southern drawl. Plus he was bursting at the seams to tell someone.
“He claimed me.” Kurt's voice was almost dreamy as he remembered the sharp slide of Puck's teeth against his neck.
“Hell ya, buddy. We can all see that but what was it like? Was he gentle or rough? Did he kiss you? Did he fuck ya or just bite ya?”
“He was gentle and rough and loving all at the same time. He...ummm.....”
Tyler's excited questions made something occur to Kurt.
“Whoa. I just lost my virginity.” Kurt's head started to swim.
“And how was it?” Tyler's hands moved frantically in front of his face in excitement.
Kurt looked across the room to watch as Puck laughed with Finn and felt silly when he couldn't stop the soft smile of forming on his lips. “It was glorious.”
Tyler punched him in the arm in congratulations and went back to eating his apple. Kurt took a bite of a carrot and blushed as Puck caught his eye and winked.
He didn't notice the jealous stares or the menacing looks he was getting. Just like he didn't notice the large figure following him towards art therapy.
**
He spent the entire first half of art therapy drawing little hearts in the margins in every sheet of paper he was given. He felt Puck with every shift he made in his seat and warmth filled him as he thought about the fact a piece of Puck was still inside him.
His focus was pulled away from his paper when Tyler plopped down beside him with a stack of shiny thin paper. Kurt watched as Tyler's deft fingers turned the paper into something that looked like a tulip. Kurt touched the delicate petals and begged Tyler to teach him how to make them. His fingers felt clumsy as he fumbled with the delicate paper. It took him three tries to make his look like Tyler's. He pressed a small kiss of thanks onto Tyler's cheek. He spent the next hour making a bouquet for Noah.
Kurt was tying his paper flowers together with a thin blue bow when the bell that signaled the end of therapy. Tyler looped his arm through Kurt's and they headed down the thin hallway back to gen pop. Kurt should have been more vigilant. He should have learned his lesson about not paying attention. But he was so lost in the feeling of creating something for someone he cared about that he didn't see the shoulder coming towards him until it was too late.
A thick shoulder caught him in the chest and sent him flying into the concrete wall. His paper flowers fell to the ground beside him and he felt sharp relief when his attacker's foot missed the bouquet by mere inches. A sharp kick hit him in the side. His instinct told him to wrap around the foot. It softened the blows enough to let Kurt keep his breath. All of a sudden, the kicks stopped and he was dragged to his feet by two thick, meaty hands. The thick fingers bunched in his t-shirt and he cringed as he saw a flash of them trying to force themselves inside of his body. The thought made him go rigid.
He could hear Tyler scream and rain down tiny punches on the large man's back. He also heard the sickening thud of him hitting the hard floor as he was throw like a rag doll. Bile rose in his throat as he heard Tyler's hiccuped gasps fill the silence. The man leaned in and took a deep breath. Almost like he was scenting him. Like he was trying to see if Puck really had taken him in all the ways everyone thought. The man growled, obviously not liking the way Puck's smell clung to him and Puck's mark covered his neck. The man's mouth descended towards the mark Puck had given him that morning. Tears gathered in his eyes at the thought of someone other that Puck marking him. He closed his eyes and hoped it would be over soon.
One second the man's hot breath was burning his neck. The next all there was was a sickening crunch and a light spray of blood as the man's face knocked into the wall beside Kurt's head. The man released his grip on Kurt and turned to swing on whoever attacked him. Kurt winced as the man's fist connected with a sickening crunch. He saw his savior fall to the floor.
“Kurt, run. Take Tyler and get the fuck outta here.” His savior gasped out between taking and throwing punches.
Kurt grabbed the bundle by his feet and stumbled over to where Tyler laid. He locked his finger with Tyler's and pulled him to his feet. Tyler fought against Kurt as he tried to get him to run. Kurt was about to turn away when he felt a deeper fear start to gnaw at him. He held Tyler back as he turned to the sickening tableau he was just a member of.
“I can't just leave you, Finn.” Kurt's panic strained his voice.
Finn threw another hard punch then turned to Kurt. “You have to. Go get Puck and keep Ty safe. Now.”
Finn's grunt of pain flooded the hall and Kurt dragged Tyler down the remainder of the hall. When he took one last look he saw Finn get thrown into the wall. Kurt tried not to see how much blood was on the floor.
Puck had taken one look at Kurt's face and Tyler's shaking frame and barked a quick, ”Where?”, before he had went in the direction that Kurt pointed. Kurt watched as Puck's back disappeared down the hall.
Three hours later and Kurt still hadn't seen him.
**
Tyler stayed huddled against his chest. Kurt ran comforting strokes along his arms as he cried. His violent shaking pierced Kurt's heart and he fought to keep his strength. Every second that passed without Noah darkening their cell door made his heart break a little bit. They were both curled up on Puck's bed and Kurt could still smell the morning on the sheets. The faintest trace of their mixing smells hanging in the air.
Tyler's sobs turn into deep hiccuped breaths and it didn't take long for his body to give into sleep. His arms locked tight around Kurt's stomach and his breath tickled Kurt's chest through the thin fabric of his shirt. Tyler's head burrowed deep and his hair brushed against the mark Puck left on his neck. Staring up at the metal grates of the bunk, Kurt felt thin rivulets of tears fall from the corner of his eyes and land in the hair by his ears.
The sounds of life made it impossible for Kurt to follow Tyler into sleep and fear made it impossible for him to stop the tears. Kurt had always wondered what it meant to fall in love at first sight. Kurt never thought that when it finally did happen to him that he would only get a few brief glimpses. He hates how quickly he's grown to need Noah. How much he wants to drown in anything Noah is willing to give him. How easy it seems that this situational love could grow into the kind of love people tell grandchildren about. With Tyler clutching so desperately to him, Kurt was almost overwhelmed by how much he craved the feeling of being wrapped in Noah's arms.
His tears felt like betrayal. They made me feel like he didn't trust Puck to come back to him. But then he remembered what Noah looked like that morning. Strong, powerful, his. Suddenly the tears stop. Because Kurt gets it. Puck will fight for him. All of a sudden, he knows that Puck is coming back. He lets himself take comfort in the soft press of Tyler's small body against him.
When he sleeps, he dreams of '67 Mustangs and blowing bubbles with a headstrong ten year old in a grassy backyard. He dreams of charcoal-stained fingers marking his skin. He dreams of love and he dreams of Noah.
**
Kurt was startled awake by the absence of warmth against him and the feeling of eyes on his skin. He knows that intense glance could only ever come from one person. Relief flows though him but shame forced him to keep his head down. As he folded his legs under him, he couldn't bring himself to look Puck in the eye. Puck sighed and sat down on the bed next to him. Kurt could see the thick streaks of blood on his pants. He could see the sad bouquet Kurt had made clasped in a hand that was covered in deep scratches.
“What are these, Kurt?” Puck voice sounded almost betrayed.
Kurt drew himself closer to Puck and let shy fingertips run across the crumpled paper petals. “I made them for you.” He whispered.
“Thank you.”
Puck's hand unclenched to lay flat against the bed. That was when Kurt saw the broken skin of his knuckles. Kurt struggled under the weight of his guilt. He knew better. He should have been watching. He shouldn't have put himself in a position that made him need saving.
Puck's hand reached out for him but Kurt shied away. He tried again but Kurt pulled himself further down the bed and curled in on himself. Puck clenched his fist again and the skin on one of his knuckles broke again. Dark blood dripped down Puck's olive skin and Kurt rushed to get a clean towel. He pressed the cotton against Puck's abused hand and had to fight the bile that rose in his throat as blood seeped through the white terrycloth.
Puck's free hand moved under his chin, forcing Kurt to look him in the eye. Kurt gasped at Puck's face. His eye was split right above his eyebrow but other than that he looked unscathed.
“Don't you dare. Don't you even fuckin' think I'm gonna let you shy away from me. You might not want me anymore or something, but you are damn well gonna tell my why the fuck not to my face.” Puck's rage was barely contained and it ignited something primal in Kurt's belly.
“No no no. It's not about that.” Kurt knelt on the floor at Puck's feet, looking up at him with wide eyes. “It's just... he touched me. He touched me all over and he.. he... he...” Kurt's words trailed off as sobs stole his voice.
Puck gathered Kurt against his chest and laid them both down on the bed. His voice was soft as he spoke into Kurt's hair.
“He what, baby? What did he do?”
Kurt sniffled loudly before pulling back to look Puck in the eye. He ran his fingers over Puck's mark as he lowered his gaze to Puck's collarbone.
“He tried to mark me. He tried to take me away from you.” Kurt's voice sounded almost broken and it propelled Puck forward.
He drew Kurt into a deep kiss that left them both breathless. With their chests heaving, they looked into each others eyes. Puck wasn't sure how long they ended up just staring at each other but suddenly Kurt started to nod his head. Almost like he was answering a question that Puck wasn't even sure he had been brave enough to ask.
They stayed silent as they frantically ripped the clothes from each others body. Their loud moans and deep, almost panicked, breaths provided the only soundtrack. Once they were completely naked Puck pulled the thick wool blanket back and folded Kurt underneath it. He moved over Kurt and braced his hands on either side of Kurt's head.
He stared deep into Kurt's eyes as he slowly swiveled his hip into Kurt. He ground their erections together until Kurt was a trembling mess of nerves and grunts. The cotton sheet shift against the top of his ass as Kurt pulled his legs open. His feet grazed Puck's hipbones and the sensation of Kurt against him made him thrust hard.
His dick teased along the curve of Kurt's ass and he gasped as Kurt's hands darted under the covers. Puck felt Kurt's knuckles brush along his pelvis as he reached down to pull his cheeks apart. Puck pulled back slightly to glance down. Kurt's cock was standing straight up and was dripping on his belly. Kurt was offering himself like a sacrifice. Puck's hands wrapped around Kurt's wrists as he he slammed deep into him. He pushed Kurt's wrists against the bed as he started to thrust slowly into the grasping heat of Kurt's body.
Each thrust was deliberate. Each one more claiming than the last. Each time, Puck pulled out until only the tip of his cock was inside of Kurt. Then he would slam forward to the hilt and hold himself deep inside as Kurt fluttered around him. Each stroke was slow. Each stroke was hard. Each stroke was enough to send Kurt a bit further up the bed and to force a deep shiver from both of them.
Puck didn't speed up. He didn't waver. He just watched as Kurt slowly began to unravel under the attention. His lips bitten red, his face flushed, his body straining. Kurt's eyes shot open as he Puck's mouth found the mark on his neck.
Sobs ripped through his body as Puck sunk his teeth into his skin and his body spiraled into orgasm. Puck gave a few more thrusts before he exploded inside of Kurt. In the searing heat of Puck's release and the near painful pleasure of his own, Kurt realized what Puck was doing. Each hard, brain scrambling thrust. The delicious pressure on each of his wrists. The deep bite.
This was Puck's way of taking him back. Back from the man that tried to hurt him. Back from the boy that had landed him in prison in the first place. Back from the people that would call him a fag when he would walk down the street, back from a time when freedom was assumed but never fully appreciated. Puck was taking him back from the places and people that made Kurt feel less than. The ones that made Kurt look in the mirror and cringe. The ones that had always been the ones dictating who Kurt thought he was.
In that moment, Puck was taking him back. Taking him back and making him his. In that moment, Puck made it okay for Kurt to be exactly who he was. In that moment, behind concrete and bars, Puck gave him freedom for the first time in his life.
**
The dining hall was silent when they walked in. When Kurt sat at the table he noticed that Tyler wasn't in yet and neither was Finn. Dread sat in his stomach and made the pasta sit heavy inside him. The other punks averted their eyes when he tried to catch their gaze. Tear prickled at the corner of Kurt's eyes.
It wasn't until halfway through dinner that quiet whispers started to break the silence. When Kurt looked up he saw Tyler for the first time. He shuffled slowly over to Kurt without even bothering to grab something to eat. He slid in beside Kurt and gave him a small smile. He tilted his head towards the entrance and laced his fingers with Kurt under the table. He watched as Finn ran into the room, smiling and throwing high-fives at everyone. Kurt felt light for the first time in hours.
Finn caught his eye and gave him a slow, warm smile. A dark bruise bloomed under his eye and he winced as the smile pulled on his busted lip. He took a deep breath and tightened his grip on Tyler's hand. Puck gave him an equally soft smile and Kurt knew for sure. He was ready.
Kurt was finally ready to start paying it forward.
**
Author: emo_chick_87
Pairing,Character(s): Puck/Kurt
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3575
Spoilers: Season 1
Genre: Angst/Fluff/Smut/AU
Warnings: dub-con and non-con are the major ones and I'll post more as I finish each chapter. Puck/Kurt sexytimes. Bareback sex, slight powerplay stuff.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
Summary: Kurt Hummel gets six months in Lima Minimum Security Prison. Puck is his cellmate.
AN: This is a fill for the glee_kink_meme, here for one Miss twisted_ingenue Kink, like whoa. I do want to let people know that none of the non-con will happen between Puck and Kurt. Also Kurt will NEVER be anally raped. I just couldn't do it. Please let me know what you think because I left my comfort zone about eighty miles back.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
Puck arched into a long stretch. He groaned as the tension eased out of his back. He brought his hand over his face to wipe the sleep from his eyes as his body took stock of where he was. He couldn't remember the last time he came so hard he practically blacked out. He felt the soft cotton of the thin sheet against his bare chest. His junk didn't feel sticky and he couldn't feel anything drying on his chest so he figured that Kurt had cleaned him up. The thought sent an odd warm feeling through him. Kurt had taken care of him.
Kurt's delicate smell surrounded him so Puck knew he couldn't be far. He sat up slightly to see Kurt sitting at the end of the bed. Puck's sketchbook was resting on his crossed legs. Nervous vulnerability flooded him as he watched Kurt's eyes dart along the pages.
“Hey.”
Puck's voice startled Kurt and made him gasp.
“Hi” Kurt seemed to remember what was in his lap. “I'm sorry if this isn't okay. I found it when I was looking for clean pants for you and I just had to look.”
Puck though about being mad. It really was a pretty big invasion of privacy but he thought about everything Kurt shared with him and then he caught a glimpse of his mark on Kurt's neck. He figured he could let this one slide.
“It's cool... So what do you think?” Puck cringed at the sound of his own voice.
“Noah, these are amazing. I mean, this one,” Kurt flipped to a charcoal drawing of the five year old girl chasing bubbles in a grassy backyard in a summer dress. “This one is my favorite. She looks so happy. So innocent. It's really beautiful.”
Puck smiled softly. “That's my sister, Anna Banana. She's ten now.” Puck leaned down to pull a small wooden box from under the bed. He handed Kurt a wallet size school photo. Kurt could see Noah in her face. But it's what he didn't see that made his heart clench. He couldn't see the innocence, the wide trusting eyes, the bright smile of the five year old from the picture. He saw the tight lipped smile and dark circles of a girl that had been hurt. He saw the eyes full of fight and the fire that meant she was rebuilding. She was beautiful in a way Kurt couldn't really put into words. Her face made Kurt realize why Puck was is jail in the first place.
“She's beautiful, Noah.” Kurt said softly as he handed Puck the picture back. Their fingers brushed lightly and Kurt blushed as he turned to the next page. He traced the picture with his mouth hanging open in awe.
“Holy shit. This is a '67 Mustang. You got all the details perfect..Even the arch of the fender.”
“That's Amber. She's not really much to look at now but by the time I'm done with her she'll be a beauty. My uncle was helping me fix her up before...before.... well before.”
Puck sat up and pulled the book off of Kurt's lap. He closed the book and put it back under the bed with the old wooden box. He leaned in to give Kurt a kiss and his stomach grumbled angrily just their lips touched. Kurt giggled against his lips and pulled him to stand up.
“Come on. It's almost time for lunch.”
Kurt was heading out of the cell door when Puck grabbed at his hand and pulled him back. His hands laced their fingers together and pulled Kurt's hands above his head. He walked Kurt back until he collided with the cinder block wall. He watched as Kurt's gaze stayed locked on his lips and his chest rose with each excited exhalation.
“You didn't let me kiss you good morning, properly.” Puck pressed his lips down hard onto Kurt's and ravaged his mouth. Deep, powerful kisses made Kurt's head swim. Puck used one of his hands to pull Kurt's leg up to rest on his hip. Kurt took the hint and wrapped both his leg around Puck's back. Puck kissed him as he thrust their erections together. Without warning he pulled away roughly. Kurt looked at him with hurt confusion until Puck took his free hand to fist in his hair. He pulled his head to the side and panted against the mark he'd left there. His tongue danced over it briefly before he felt Kurt seize against him. He bit down softly as Kurt's body was shaken by tremors and Puck felt the warm patch bloom on the front of Kurt's pants.
He felt Kurt's legs slide down his and shake as he tried to support himself. Puck placed a soft peck on Kurt's lips before heading towards the cell door.
“Good Morning.” Puck said with a smirk.
**
Kurt walked on shaky legs out into the mess hall. It was the first time since he'd been there that he didn't feel utter dread. He met Tyler at the line and blushed as Tyler gave him a knowing look. Tyler gave him a hard stare as he tried to focus on his turkey sandwich.
“C'mon, boy. Spill.”
Kurt couldn't really deny anyone with that southern drawl. Plus he was bursting at the seams to tell someone.
“He claimed me.” Kurt's voice was almost dreamy as he remembered the sharp slide of Puck's teeth against his neck.
“Hell ya, buddy. We can all see that but what was it like? Was he gentle or rough? Did he kiss you? Did he fuck ya or just bite ya?”
“He was gentle and rough and loving all at the same time. He...ummm.....”
Tyler's excited questions made something occur to Kurt.
“Whoa. I just lost my virginity.” Kurt's head started to swim.
“And how was it?” Tyler's hands moved frantically in front of his face in excitement.
Kurt looked across the room to watch as Puck laughed with Finn and felt silly when he couldn't stop the soft smile of forming on his lips. “It was glorious.”
Tyler punched him in the arm in congratulations and went back to eating his apple. Kurt took a bite of a carrot and blushed as Puck caught his eye and winked.
He didn't notice the jealous stares or the menacing looks he was getting. Just like he didn't notice the large figure following him towards art therapy.
**
He spent the entire first half of art therapy drawing little hearts in the margins in every sheet of paper he was given. He felt Puck with every shift he made in his seat and warmth filled him as he thought about the fact a piece of Puck was still inside him.
His focus was pulled away from his paper when Tyler plopped down beside him with a stack of shiny thin paper. Kurt watched as Tyler's deft fingers turned the paper into something that looked like a tulip. Kurt touched the delicate petals and begged Tyler to teach him how to make them. His fingers felt clumsy as he fumbled with the delicate paper. It took him three tries to make his look like Tyler's. He pressed a small kiss of thanks onto Tyler's cheek. He spent the next hour making a bouquet for Noah.
Kurt was tying his paper flowers together with a thin blue bow when the bell that signaled the end of therapy. Tyler looped his arm through Kurt's and they headed down the thin hallway back to gen pop. Kurt should have been more vigilant. He should have learned his lesson about not paying attention. But he was so lost in the feeling of creating something for someone he cared about that he didn't see the shoulder coming towards him until it was too late.
A thick shoulder caught him in the chest and sent him flying into the concrete wall. His paper flowers fell to the ground beside him and he felt sharp relief when his attacker's foot missed the bouquet by mere inches. A sharp kick hit him in the side. His instinct told him to wrap around the foot. It softened the blows enough to let Kurt keep his breath. All of a sudden, the kicks stopped and he was dragged to his feet by two thick, meaty hands. The thick fingers bunched in his t-shirt and he cringed as he saw a flash of them trying to force themselves inside of his body. The thought made him go rigid.
He could hear Tyler scream and rain down tiny punches on the large man's back. He also heard the sickening thud of him hitting the hard floor as he was throw like a rag doll. Bile rose in his throat as he heard Tyler's hiccuped gasps fill the silence. The man leaned in and took a deep breath. Almost like he was scenting him. Like he was trying to see if Puck really had taken him in all the ways everyone thought. The man growled, obviously not liking the way Puck's smell clung to him and Puck's mark covered his neck. The man's mouth descended towards the mark Puck had given him that morning. Tears gathered in his eyes at the thought of someone other that Puck marking him. He closed his eyes and hoped it would be over soon.
One second the man's hot breath was burning his neck. The next all there was was a sickening crunch and a light spray of blood as the man's face knocked into the wall beside Kurt's head. The man released his grip on Kurt and turned to swing on whoever attacked him. Kurt winced as the man's fist connected with a sickening crunch. He saw his savior fall to the floor.
“Kurt, run. Take Tyler and get the fuck outta here.” His savior gasped out between taking and throwing punches.
Kurt grabbed the bundle by his feet and stumbled over to where Tyler laid. He locked his finger with Tyler's and pulled him to his feet. Tyler fought against Kurt as he tried to get him to run. Kurt was about to turn away when he felt a deeper fear start to gnaw at him. He held Tyler back as he turned to the sickening tableau he was just a member of.
“I can't just leave you, Finn.” Kurt's panic strained his voice.
Finn threw another hard punch then turned to Kurt. “You have to. Go get Puck and keep Ty safe. Now.”
Finn's grunt of pain flooded the hall and Kurt dragged Tyler down the remainder of the hall. When he took one last look he saw Finn get thrown into the wall. Kurt tried not to see how much blood was on the floor.
Puck had taken one look at Kurt's face and Tyler's shaking frame and barked a quick, ”Where?”, before he had went in the direction that Kurt pointed. Kurt watched as Puck's back disappeared down the hall.
Three hours later and Kurt still hadn't seen him.
**
Tyler stayed huddled against his chest. Kurt ran comforting strokes along his arms as he cried. His violent shaking pierced Kurt's heart and he fought to keep his strength. Every second that passed without Noah darkening their cell door made his heart break a little bit. They were both curled up on Puck's bed and Kurt could still smell the morning on the sheets. The faintest trace of their mixing smells hanging in the air.
Tyler's sobs turn into deep hiccuped breaths and it didn't take long for his body to give into sleep. His arms locked tight around Kurt's stomach and his breath tickled Kurt's chest through the thin fabric of his shirt. Tyler's head burrowed deep and his hair brushed against the mark Puck left on his neck. Staring up at the metal grates of the bunk, Kurt felt thin rivulets of tears fall from the corner of his eyes and land in the hair by his ears.
The sounds of life made it impossible for Kurt to follow Tyler into sleep and fear made it impossible for him to stop the tears. Kurt had always wondered what it meant to fall in love at first sight. Kurt never thought that when it finally did happen to him that he would only get a few brief glimpses. He hates how quickly he's grown to need Noah. How much he wants to drown in anything Noah is willing to give him. How easy it seems that this situational love could grow into the kind of love people tell grandchildren about. With Tyler clutching so desperately to him, Kurt was almost overwhelmed by how much he craved the feeling of being wrapped in Noah's arms.
His tears felt like betrayal. They made me feel like he didn't trust Puck to come back to him. But then he remembered what Noah looked like that morning. Strong, powerful, his. Suddenly the tears stop. Because Kurt gets it. Puck will fight for him. All of a sudden, he knows that Puck is coming back. He lets himself take comfort in the soft press of Tyler's small body against him.
When he sleeps, he dreams of '67 Mustangs and blowing bubbles with a headstrong ten year old in a grassy backyard. He dreams of charcoal-stained fingers marking his skin. He dreams of love and he dreams of Noah.
**
Kurt was startled awake by the absence of warmth against him and the feeling of eyes on his skin. He knows that intense glance could only ever come from one person. Relief flows though him but shame forced him to keep his head down. As he folded his legs under him, he couldn't bring himself to look Puck in the eye. Puck sighed and sat down on the bed next to him. Kurt could see the thick streaks of blood on his pants. He could see the sad bouquet Kurt had made clasped in a hand that was covered in deep scratches.
“What are these, Kurt?” Puck voice sounded almost betrayed.
Kurt drew himself closer to Puck and let shy fingertips run across the crumpled paper petals. “I made them for you.” He whispered.
“Thank you.”
Puck's hand unclenched to lay flat against the bed. That was when Kurt saw the broken skin of his knuckles. Kurt struggled under the weight of his guilt. He knew better. He should have been watching. He shouldn't have put himself in a position that made him need saving.
Puck's hand reached out for him but Kurt shied away. He tried again but Kurt pulled himself further down the bed and curled in on himself. Puck clenched his fist again and the skin on one of his knuckles broke again. Dark blood dripped down Puck's olive skin and Kurt rushed to get a clean towel. He pressed the cotton against Puck's abused hand and had to fight the bile that rose in his throat as blood seeped through the white terrycloth.
Puck's free hand moved under his chin, forcing Kurt to look him in the eye. Kurt gasped at Puck's face. His eye was split right above his eyebrow but other than that he looked unscathed.
“Don't you dare. Don't you even fuckin' think I'm gonna let you shy away from me. You might not want me anymore or something, but you are damn well gonna tell my why the fuck not to my face.” Puck's rage was barely contained and it ignited something primal in Kurt's belly.
“No no no. It's not about that.” Kurt knelt on the floor at Puck's feet, looking up at him with wide eyes. “It's just... he touched me. He touched me all over and he.. he... he...” Kurt's words trailed off as sobs stole his voice.
Puck gathered Kurt against his chest and laid them both down on the bed. His voice was soft as he spoke into Kurt's hair.
“He what, baby? What did he do?”
Kurt sniffled loudly before pulling back to look Puck in the eye. He ran his fingers over Puck's mark as he lowered his gaze to Puck's collarbone.
“He tried to mark me. He tried to take me away from you.” Kurt's voice sounded almost broken and it propelled Puck forward.
He drew Kurt into a deep kiss that left them both breathless. With their chests heaving, they looked into each others eyes. Puck wasn't sure how long they ended up just staring at each other but suddenly Kurt started to nod his head. Almost like he was answering a question that Puck wasn't even sure he had been brave enough to ask.
They stayed silent as they frantically ripped the clothes from each others body. Their loud moans and deep, almost panicked, breaths provided the only soundtrack. Once they were completely naked Puck pulled the thick wool blanket back and folded Kurt underneath it. He moved over Kurt and braced his hands on either side of Kurt's head.
He stared deep into Kurt's eyes as he slowly swiveled his hip into Kurt. He ground their erections together until Kurt was a trembling mess of nerves and grunts. The cotton sheet shift against the top of his ass as Kurt pulled his legs open. His feet grazed Puck's hipbones and the sensation of Kurt against him made him thrust hard.
His dick teased along the curve of Kurt's ass and he gasped as Kurt's hands darted under the covers. Puck felt Kurt's knuckles brush along his pelvis as he reached down to pull his cheeks apart. Puck pulled back slightly to glance down. Kurt's cock was standing straight up and was dripping on his belly. Kurt was offering himself like a sacrifice. Puck's hands wrapped around Kurt's wrists as he he slammed deep into him. He pushed Kurt's wrists against the bed as he started to thrust slowly into the grasping heat of Kurt's body.
Each thrust was deliberate. Each one more claiming than the last. Each time, Puck pulled out until only the tip of his cock was inside of Kurt. Then he would slam forward to the hilt and hold himself deep inside as Kurt fluttered around him. Each stroke was slow. Each stroke was hard. Each stroke was enough to send Kurt a bit further up the bed and to force a deep shiver from both of them.
Puck didn't speed up. He didn't waver. He just watched as Kurt slowly began to unravel under the attention. His lips bitten red, his face flushed, his body straining. Kurt's eyes shot open as he Puck's mouth found the mark on his neck.
Sobs ripped through his body as Puck sunk his teeth into his skin and his body spiraled into orgasm. Puck gave a few more thrusts before he exploded inside of Kurt. In the searing heat of Puck's release and the near painful pleasure of his own, Kurt realized what Puck was doing. Each hard, brain scrambling thrust. The delicious pressure on each of his wrists. The deep bite.
This was Puck's way of taking him back. Back from the man that tried to hurt him. Back from the boy that had landed him in prison in the first place. Back from the people that would call him a fag when he would walk down the street, back from a time when freedom was assumed but never fully appreciated. Puck was taking him back from the places and people that made Kurt feel less than. The ones that made Kurt look in the mirror and cringe. The ones that had always been the ones dictating who Kurt thought he was.
In that moment, Puck was taking him back. Taking him back and making him his. In that moment, Puck made it okay for Kurt to be exactly who he was. In that moment, behind concrete and bars, Puck gave him freedom for the first time in his life.
**
The dining hall was silent when they walked in. When Kurt sat at the table he noticed that Tyler wasn't in yet and neither was Finn. Dread sat in his stomach and made the pasta sit heavy inside him. The other punks averted their eyes when he tried to catch their gaze. Tear prickled at the corner of Kurt's eyes.
It wasn't until halfway through dinner that quiet whispers started to break the silence. When Kurt looked up he saw Tyler for the first time. He shuffled slowly over to Kurt without even bothering to grab something to eat. He slid in beside Kurt and gave him a small smile. He tilted his head towards the entrance and laced his fingers with Kurt under the table. He watched as Finn ran into the room, smiling and throwing high-fives at everyone. Kurt felt light for the first time in hours.
Finn caught his eye and gave him a slow, warm smile. A dark bruise bloomed under his eye and he winced as the smile pulled on his busted lip. He took a deep breath and tightened his grip on Tyler's hand. Puck gave him an equally soft smile and Kurt knew for sure. He was ready.
Kurt was finally ready to start paying it forward.
**