HSN Exchange Fic: Summer and Sailor Moon, for ireland22
Title: Summer and Sailor Moon
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Puck/Kurt; implied Finn/Jesse
Warnings: N/A
Word count: 2,918
Disclaimer: This Glee fanfiction is based upon the television show of the same name. All characters and situations other than my own are sole property of Ryan Murphy Productions and 20th Century Fox Television.
Summary: Puck figures out a way to win Kurt and also finds out something surprising about Finn. (Summer after Regionals, although no real spoilers.)
A/N: Thanks to oh_you_dork for beta-ing. Partially inspired by this awesomeness. Also, I read my second prompt the wrong way around, sorry, hope this still works for you.
“Why are you not freaked out by this?! I mean, I tell you I want to bone your almost stepbrother and you just nod at me? What the fuck? You freaked out about how Kurt decorated the room, for God’s sake.”
“I’m in love with Jesse.” Finn’s answer is monotone and his face blank.
Puck stares at the other boy as though he's gone mad. “But he’s a dick! Like, even more of a jackass than I used to be.” Both boys process this, and a look of horror passes over Puck's face. “Oh God, please don’t tell me this is some misplaced lust for me.”
Finn throws a surprisingly accurate pillow at his friend's head so it makes contact before Puck can duck. “Shut up. He’s hotter than you. And he just gets me so, so ...”
“He gets under your skin.” Puck nods, knowing the feeling well from a certain soprano. “HEY! He is so not hotter than me! Have you seen my guns?!” Finn repeats his earlier action - Puck gets another cushion to the head, causing him to laugh. “But really? Jesse? As in Jesse St. James? After all the stick we gave Berry about him? And aren’t you dating Berry now?”
Puck wrinkles his nose in disgust at the thought of dating Rachel, wondering just what he was thinking when he was with her. Oh yeah, Jewish mother guilt trip.
Finn ducks his head as a light blush stains his cheeks. Puck watches him for a long moment and Finn squirms uncomfortably. Suddenly, Puck starts laughing and Finn’s head shoots up to look at him. “You’re using Berry as a way to make St. Douche jealous!”
Puck’s laughter lasts for a while, so long that Finn gives up trying to talk to him and settles down to play Xbox. When the mohawked boy does calm down, he looks over at Finn, his face oddly serious. Finn frowns at him, defensive and on guard.
“At least if something happens between the two of you, no one else at school has to know about it, right? I mean, he’s a senior over at Carmel,” Puck offers. “It’ll probably protect you from the dicks like Karofsky.”
Finn nods slowly. “He’s graduating, and he’s got a scholarship to UCLA, so when is anything ever going to happen?”
“You’ve got the summer to try, right?”
Finn huffs before, “So, Kurt?”
“Shut up,” Puck groans, covering his face with his hands.
“No, but are you now suddenly deciding you want dick, or do you just want Kurt?”
“And not just for his dick?” Puck smirks lasciviously.
“Dude!”
Puck laughs at the other boy’s discomfort for a moment before he answers quietly. “It’s not just for his dick.”
-
“Dude! He likes anime! Like, is seriously into it!”
Puck flops onto Finn's bed, sighing dramatically. Finn’s forehead scrunches as he tries to figure out why this is a problem. Puck indulges in his friend’s confused expression for a long moment before explaining, “He’s, like, actually perfect for me! He’s totally into Sailor Moon and old-school Pokémon and actually listened to me talk about Mario Bros. And understood it! Why was I such a dick to him?”
“Maybe you’ve always been attracted to him.” Finn nods sagely, causing Puck to look at him with a perfect what-the-fuck expression. “Rachel says that boys act like kindergartners when they like someone.”
Puck groans at this. “Seriously? Rachel says? What the fuck does she know?”
“Well,” Finn offers meekly, “it does kinda sound like you.”
Puck groans again. “Fuck my life. Once again, Berry might actually be right.”
“Wait, how did you find out Kurt likes anime? I’ve lived with him for almost two months, and I only found out the other day.”
“I walked in on him geeking out over Sailor Moon the other day. I was looking for you to ask you about St. Douche and found Kurt instead.” Puck waves the question away, remembering how high Kurt’s screech had been when he’d seen Puck standing there, and smirks when Finn glowers over the St. Douche comment.
However much his friend actually likes the boy, he will forever live by that moniker in Puck’s head. And if he happens to hurt Finn the way he did Berry, then Puck will feel even more justified and find it perfectly reasonable to rearrange the pretty boy’s face. Possibly with Santana’s help. Girl’s a genius at vengeance.
“Anyway,” Puck pulls himself from his happy thoughts of messing up Jesse’s face to interrogate Finn, “have you got anywhere?”
“Got where?” Finn’s confused puppy look is back.
The other boy sighs exasperatedly. “With St. Dou-Jesse.” He corrects himself quickly when Finn’s face starts to cloud over.
“No.” Finn mopes. “I gave in and asked Rachel for help.” He brightens at this.
“Berry!” Puck splutters. “You told Berry you’re in love with her ex-boyfriend?!”
“Yes?” Finn looks like he knows he’s giving the wrong answer. “I thought she could help.”
Puck takes a deep breath and resists the urge to slap the overgrown man-child round the head. “You told your girlfriend that you’re in love with another boy. Another boy who just so happens to be her ex, who humiliated her.”
“Yup.” Finn nods, smiling.
“And she didn’t go ape shit?”
“She threw me out of her house,” Finn concedes. “But then she texted me all the places Jesse took her and the spots where the Carmel kids hang out.”
Puck finds himself impressed. Berry still made him want to light himself on fire, but she rarely missed an opportunity to help someone out, even if most of the time her motives were selfish. He can’t see a selfish motive here though, unless she thought that Finn humiliating himself would cause him to run back in to her arms. Which admittedly could happen.
-
They're all relaxing in Kurt and Finn's back-garden at one of the bi-weekly get-togethers Rachel had deemed essential over the summer when Puck drops into the seat next to Tina, startling her from her observation of Artie, Matt and Mike playing a kind of keep away.
"You draw right?" Puck asks.
"Um, yes? And hi."
"Hi. Can you draw me something?" Puck is fidgeting slightly, but his voice is as laid-back as ever.
Tina frowns at Puck, who shoots her a grin in return. The mohawked teen no longer intimidates her, but she's still wary of him. "I guess. What's in it for me?"
Puck relaxes into his more habitual sprawl, and Tina realizes he was nervous about her refusing him outright. "I'll stop anyone from tossing a slushie at you for a week?" he offers. Tina arches an eyebrow. "OK, you and Wheels, for a week when we're back at school."
She considers this for a moment before she nods her agreement with one proviso: "Make sure nothing else happens to Artie. And that includes locking him in anywhere."
"Deal." Puck agrees easily. He likes Artie, and Wheels has become an affectionate nickname and all the gleeks know this.
"So what do you want me to draw?"
-
Something hits Puck’s temple as he’s lazing on a deck chair on Brittany’s patio at the next get-together. He jerks and glances down at the offending object now lying on his chest. It’s a rolled up scroll, tied with a black ribbon. Curious and hopeful, he opens it gently and then lets out a joyful laugh. He rolls it back up before anyone can see it and ties the ribbon lightly.
On his way out to put it in the safety of his truck, he salutes Tina, who grins back. The looks of complete bafflement on the other gleeks’ faces have him snickering the entire way there.
-
Puck carefully picks a day when he knows Finn has gone out St. Douche spotting, and Kurt has no plans with Mercedes or any of the others. (Tina was a useful ally.) He hesitates, takes a deep breath, and knocks on the basement door after Carole lets him in. The call to come down makes him smile faintly, but also makes his stomach lurch uncomfortably.
Kurt is sprawled out on his couch watching Sailor Moon again, his head jerking to look at Puck as the other boy lets out a low laugh. “Finn’s not here,” he says dismissively, turning his head back to the TV; his fingers now shifting constantly over the remote is the only change in his demeanour.
Puck fidgets, shifting his weight from foot to foot and playing with the black ribbon still around the parchment in his hand. “Yeah, I know. I came to see you.”
“Why?” To Puck, the other boy couldn’t sound any less interested if he’d tried.
“I just --” The jock stumbles and stutters for a couple of moments before coming over and thrusting the scroll at him. “Here.”
Kurt looks from the scroll to the boy and back again a couple of times, a wary expression on his face.
“It’s for you - just open it.”
The smaller boy unties the ribbon carefully and unrolls the parchment. His breath catches as he takes in the manga covering the page. Beautifully replicated is a Sailor Moon strip, although it deviates from the usual storyline. In this strip Sailor Moon is the one rescuing Tuxedo Mask. What jars Kurt the most is that Puck is Tuxedo Mask and he is Sailor Moon. Kurt’s hands tremble as he scowls up at the tall boy.
“Is this some kind of joke?” His voice is icy and kept steady through sheer force of will. “Some new way to torture me?”
“What? No!” Puck protests, moving closer to the couch but stopping just short. “I’m really sorry for what I’ve done, but what the manga says I want to be true.”
Kurt studies him thoughtfully for a long moment, and Puck fights not to fidget or look away. “Who drew this?” he asks finally.
“Tina. She’s pretty epic.”
“And you’re only just figuring this out now?” Kurt bites back. Puck’s only response is to let a slight smirk cover his face as he senses Kurt thawing. “That’s what the weird salute was about the other day at Brit’s.” Kurt shakes his head, a small smile gracing his lips. “Just what are you expecting from this?”
Puck scratches the back of his neck and ducks his head, answering more to the floor than the boy. “I was kinda, maybe hoping to give you a blowjob?”
“Give me a blowjob?” Kurt’s eyes bug as he echoes the other boy. “You sure you don’t mean the other way around?”
“Well, eventually, yeah, but I've been fantasising about getting you off since the beginning of summer.”
Kurt takes a moment to process this before a sly smile crosses his face. “You sure you're not just trying to prove that you can get anyone?”
“That may be part of it,” Puck admits shrugging. “But, Kurt? Have you seen yourself? You're amazing. You have a mind blowing voice, can be a total grease monkey and are a secret anime geek. I might be trying to prove something, but only to you.”
Kurt’s face softens as he recognizes the sincerity in the jock’s voice and body language. Puck isn’t trying to hide anything from him and is fidgeting with his fingers, his eyes flitting around the room. “You're really not just a dumb jock, are you? When you engage your brain, you're actually pretty smart.”
Puck shrugs again, looking away. “School just doesn't interest me. I don't cheat on my tests and I've never got any of the nerds to do my work for me.” He looks back at the smaller boy, clearly uncomfortable and slightly desperate to stop bearing his soul this way. “Can I blow you now?”
Kurt guides the other boy over to his bed and then pauses, hovering at the edge and uncertain of what he does now. Puck turns him to face him, one hand on his shoulder, the other coming up to gently cup Kurt’s jaw. He tilts the boy’s head up so their eyes meet and leans in, capturing Kurt’s lips in a chaste kiss.
“Relax,” he murmurs into the kiss. He pulls away slightly so he can look Kurt in the eyes properly. “If I do anything you don’t like, you tell me. If you want me to stop, you say, OK?”
Kurt glances away, biting his lip before meeting Puck’s gaze again and nodding. Puck smiles and leans back in, letting Kurt deepen the kiss when he’s ready. Going with the kiss, the larger teen pushes the smaller gently back on the bed so that he’s nestled between Kurt’s slim hips, his hands by Kurt’s shoulders supporting his weight. Kurt curls himself up into Puck, wrapping his arms around his neck and deepening the kiss again.
After another few long kisses, Puck’s arms are threatening to give out and Kurt is squirming restlessly beneath him. The mohawked teen pulls away, eliciting a mew of protest from the soprano. Puck smiles and presses a soft kiss to his adam’s apple.
“Shirt off.” He instructs quietly, following his own instructions. Kurt blinks twice, his eyes tracing the contours of Puck’s exposed torso greedily. “Shirt.” Puck reminds, tugging gently on the hem. Kurt bats his hands away huffily but removes the clothing.
Puck feasts on the pale plane before him, suckling lightly down Kurt’s chest and lavishing attention on his nipples. Kurt moans as he does and Puck swoops up to capture the noise.
“Pants now.” He breathes into Kurt’s ear. Kurt’s hesitation this time is more pronounced, his hands trembling where they’re gripping at Puck’s shoulders. Puck doesn’t push him, just presses feather soft kisses along his neck and collar bone while running his hands soothingly down Kurt’s sides.
After a long moment, Puck is pushed away. He goes without resistance, his heart dropping until he realizes Kurt’s unsteady fingers are undoing his pants and pushing them down his hips. Kurt smiles up at him as Puck places his hands on the zipper of his own jeans. The jock slithers off the bed to fully remove his pants, smiling almost bashfully when Kurt licks his lips before hurriedly shucking his own jeans.
Puck stays at the edge of the bed as Kurt catches his breath. He doesn’t move until the smaller boy reaches out his hand to invite him back on the bed, Kurt’s smile blinding. Kurt has softened slightly from how hard he was before due to nerves, but that’s remedied as Puck once again settles over his body.
He reaches out and pulls the jock into a searing kiss, his confidence growing when he feels Puck’s equally hard length against his inner thigh.
Both boys know they’re not going to last long once Puck resumes his path down Kurt’s chest. The taller teen pauses just below Kurt’s belly button and takes a deep breath.
Before Kurt can say anything, he finds himself engulfed in a warm wet mouth. He lets out a gasp of surprise as his hips jerk reflexively. Puck’s hands come to cradle his hips, holding him gently down against the bed as the jock gingerly explores him, alternating between sucking and licking down his length. Kurt’s hands smooth along the short strip of hair growing back in, tugging lightly as he gets close. A jumbled mess of words and moans fall from the soprano’s lips in a melodic litany.
The tightening of Kurt’s belly warns Puck of the boy’s impending orgasm and he pulls back slightly to hum around Kurt’s tip. A low, drawn-out moan accompanies the stiffening of Kurt’s body before he melts back boneless onto the bed.
Puck releases him with a sloppy pop, swallowing unsteadily, and slithers his way up the bed to lie on his stomach next to the recovering soprano. Kurt looks over at him, a blessed out smile on his face, “I think my brain leaked out my cock.”
Puck lets out an undignified snort and muffles his face into the pillow, although Kurt can see the corner of his lips tugging up.
“Oh, stop looking so smug. Like you were ever expecting to be anything other than brilliant at any sexual thing you do.” The soprano teases, before pausing, “Do you need a hand?”
Another snort is his only answer for a long moment as a pink tinge spreads across the back of Puck’s neck. “I came.”
Kurt stares at him incredulously, “Seriously?”
Puck pulls his head up, the blush still present across his features, and gazes at the smaller boy. “You made all these hot noises and, again, have you seen yourself?”
“Oh.” Kurt sighs and turns his head back to stare unseeingly at the ceiling. He blinks slowly for a couple of long moments before turning back to Puck, who is still watching him closely. “Can I keep you?”
Puck laughs out right, the sound clear and joyful as he carefully manhandles Kurt onto his chest.
They’re silent for a while, both basking in the feeling of curling up against someone and from their orgasms. They’ll be ready to go again soon, and Puck knows Kurt’ll need more clarification and possible reassurance on what this all means. Yet, for now, they’re quiet and content.
However, Puck breaks the silence with something he’s been longing to share with someone for a while now: “So Finn's in love with Jesse.”
Kurt regards him with something akin to horror written across his face. “Oh sweet Gucci.”
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ABOUT THE FIC THAT YOU ARE REQUESTING
Character(s) or pairing(s): Puck/Kurt or Finn/Jesse.. both???
Do you prefer R or NC-17 smut?: hmmm both are fine but I guess NC-17
Prompts (minimum of 3, no maximum!):
1.Secretly nerdy Kurt... likes Anime... perfect match for Puck and his Super Mario Brothers fascination
2.Smart!Puck is always awesome
3.Jesse and Finn secretly in love, only reason he's with Rachael is to make Finn jealous. Puck and Finn bond over both realizing there's that one guy that make them want well guys... ?
4. I like to laugh so funny moments are always appreciated, and sarcasm is welcome :)
Things you DON’T want in your story (kinks or sex acts that gross you out, characters you despise, etc.): Umm... Rachael in Puck/Kurt is weird, Fisting, no heavy BDSM - Kurt calling Puck a daddy is kind of odd, and ball gags are not my thing and Foot fetishes are just strange- and I just don't see it with these boys.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Puck/Kurt; implied Finn/Jesse
Warnings: N/A
Word count: 2,918
Disclaimer: This Glee fanfiction is based upon the television show of the same name. All characters and situations other than my own are sole property of Ryan Murphy Productions and 20th Century Fox Television.
Summary: Puck figures out a way to win Kurt and also finds out something surprising about Finn. (Summer after Regionals, although no real spoilers.)
A/N: Thanks to oh_you_dork for beta-ing. Partially inspired by this awesomeness. Also, I read my second prompt the wrong way around, sorry, hope this still works for you.
“Why are you not freaked out by this?! I mean, I tell you I want to bone your almost stepbrother and you just nod at me? What the fuck? You freaked out about how Kurt decorated the room, for God’s sake.”
“I’m in love with Jesse.” Finn’s answer is monotone and his face blank.
Puck stares at the other boy as though he's gone mad. “But he’s a dick! Like, even more of a jackass than I used to be.” Both boys process this, and a look of horror passes over Puck's face. “Oh God, please don’t tell me this is some misplaced lust for me.”
Finn throws a surprisingly accurate pillow at his friend's head so it makes contact before Puck can duck. “Shut up. He’s hotter than you. And he just gets me so, so ...”
“He gets under your skin.” Puck nods, knowing the feeling well from a certain soprano. “HEY! He is so not hotter than me! Have you seen my guns?!” Finn repeats his earlier action - Puck gets another cushion to the head, causing him to laugh. “But really? Jesse? As in Jesse St. James? After all the stick we gave Berry about him? And aren’t you dating Berry now?”
Puck wrinkles his nose in disgust at the thought of dating Rachel, wondering just what he was thinking when he was with her. Oh yeah, Jewish mother guilt trip.
Finn ducks his head as a light blush stains his cheeks. Puck watches him for a long moment and Finn squirms uncomfortably. Suddenly, Puck starts laughing and Finn’s head shoots up to look at him. “You’re using Berry as a way to make St. Douche jealous!”
Puck’s laughter lasts for a while, so long that Finn gives up trying to talk to him and settles down to play Xbox. When the mohawked boy does calm down, he looks over at Finn, his face oddly serious. Finn frowns at him, defensive and on guard.
“At least if something happens between the two of you, no one else at school has to know about it, right? I mean, he’s a senior over at Carmel,” Puck offers. “It’ll probably protect you from the dicks like Karofsky.”
Finn nods slowly. “He’s graduating, and he’s got a scholarship to UCLA, so when is anything ever going to happen?”
“You’ve got the summer to try, right?”
Finn huffs before, “So, Kurt?”
“Shut up,” Puck groans, covering his face with his hands.
“No, but are you now suddenly deciding you want dick, or do you just want Kurt?”
“And not just for his dick?” Puck smirks lasciviously.
“Dude!”
Puck laughs at the other boy’s discomfort for a moment before he answers quietly. “It’s not just for his dick.”
-
“Dude! He likes anime! Like, is seriously into it!”
Puck flops onto Finn's bed, sighing dramatically. Finn’s forehead scrunches as he tries to figure out why this is a problem. Puck indulges in his friend’s confused expression for a long moment before explaining, “He’s, like, actually perfect for me! He’s totally into Sailor Moon and old-school Pokémon and actually listened to me talk about Mario Bros. And understood it! Why was I such a dick to him?”
“Maybe you’ve always been attracted to him.” Finn nods sagely, causing Puck to look at him with a perfect what-the-fuck expression. “Rachel says that boys act like kindergartners when they like someone.”
Puck groans at this. “Seriously? Rachel says? What the fuck does she know?”
“Well,” Finn offers meekly, “it does kinda sound like you.”
Puck groans again. “Fuck my life. Once again, Berry might actually be right.”
“Wait, how did you find out Kurt likes anime? I’ve lived with him for almost two months, and I only found out the other day.”
“I walked in on him geeking out over Sailor Moon the other day. I was looking for you to ask you about St. Douche and found Kurt instead.” Puck waves the question away, remembering how high Kurt’s screech had been when he’d seen Puck standing there, and smirks when Finn glowers over the St. Douche comment.
However much his friend actually likes the boy, he will forever live by that moniker in Puck’s head. And if he happens to hurt Finn the way he did Berry, then Puck will feel even more justified and find it perfectly reasonable to rearrange the pretty boy’s face. Possibly with Santana’s help. Girl’s a genius at vengeance.
“Anyway,” Puck pulls himself from his happy thoughts of messing up Jesse’s face to interrogate Finn, “have you got anywhere?”
“Got where?” Finn’s confused puppy look is back.
The other boy sighs exasperatedly. “With St. Dou-Jesse.” He corrects himself quickly when Finn’s face starts to cloud over.
“No.” Finn mopes. “I gave in and asked Rachel for help.” He brightens at this.
“Berry!” Puck splutters. “You told Berry you’re in love with her ex-boyfriend?!”
“Yes?” Finn looks like he knows he’s giving the wrong answer. “I thought she could help.”
Puck takes a deep breath and resists the urge to slap the overgrown man-child round the head. “You told your girlfriend that you’re in love with another boy. Another boy who just so happens to be her ex, who humiliated her.”
“Yup.” Finn nods, smiling.
“And she didn’t go ape shit?”
“She threw me out of her house,” Finn concedes. “But then she texted me all the places Jesse took her and the spots where the Carmel kids hang out.”
Puck finds himself impressed. Berry still made him want to light himself on fire, but she rarely missed an opportunity to help someone out, even if most of the time her motives were selfish. He can’t see a selfish motive here though, unless she thought that Finn humiliating himself would cause him to run back in to her arms. Which admittedly could happen.
-
They're all relaxing in Kurt and Finn's back-garden at one of the bi-weekly get-togethers Rachel had deemed essential over the summer when Puck drops into the seat next to Tina, startling her from her observation of Artie, Matt and Mike playing a kind of keep away.
"You draw right?" Puck asks.
"Um, yes? And hi."
"Hi. Can you draw me something?" Puck is fidgeting slightly, but his voice is as laid-back as ever.
Tina frowns at Puck, who shoots her a grin in return. The mohawked teen no longer intimidates her, but she's still wary of him. "I guess. What's in it for me?"
Puck relaxes into his more habitual sprawl, and Tina realizes he was nervous about her refusing him outright. "I'll stop anyone from tossing a slushie at you for a week?" he offers. Tina arches an eyebrow. "OK, you and Wheels, for a week when we're back at school."
She considers this for a moment before she nods her agreement with one proviso: "Make sure nothing else happens to Artie. And that includes locking him in anywhere."
"Deal." Puck agrees easily. He likes Artie, and Wheels has become an affectionate nickname and all the gleeks know this.
"So what do you want me to draw?"
-
Something hits Puck’s temple as he’s lazing on a deck chair on Brittany’s patio at the next get-together. He jerks and glances down at the offending object now lying on his chest. It’s a rolled up scroll, tied with a black ribbon. Curious and hopeful, he opens it gently and then lets out a joyful laugh. He rolls it back up before anyone can see it and ties the ribbon lightly.
On his way out to put it in the safety of his truck, he salutes Tina, who grins back. The looks of complete bafflement on the other gleeks’ faces have him snickering the entire way there.
-
Puck carefully picks a day when he knows Finn has gone out St. Douche spotting, and Kurt has no plans with Mercedes or any of the others. (Tina was a useful ally.) He hesitates, takes a deep breath, and knocks on the basement door after Carole lets him in. The call to come down makes him smile faintly, but also makes his stomach lurch uncomfortably.
Kurt is sprawled out on his couch watching Sailor Moon again, his head jerking to look at Puck as the other boy lets out a low laugh. “Finn’s not here,” he says dismissively, turning his head back to the TV; his fingers now shifting constantly over the remote is the only change in his demeanour.
Puck fidgets, shifting his weight from foot to foot and playing with the black ribbon still around the parchment in his hand. “Yeah, I know. I came to see you.”
“Why?” To Puck, the other boy couldn’t sound any less interested if he’d tried.
“I just --” The jock stumbles and stutters for a couple of moments before coming over and thrusting the scroll at him. “Here.”
Kurt looks from the scroll to the boy and back again a couple of times, a wary expression on his face.
“It’s for you - just open it.”
The smaller boy unties the ribbon carefully and unrolls the parchment. His breath catches as he takes in the manga covering the page. Beautifully replicated is a Sailor Moon strip, although it deviates from the usual storyline. In this strip Sailor Moon is the one rescuing Tuxedo Mask. What jars Kurt the most is that Puck is Tuxedo Mask and he is Sailor Moon. Kurt’s hands tremble as he scowls up at the tall boy.
“Is this some kind of joke?” His voice is icy and kept steady through sheer force of will. “Some new way to torture me?”
“What? No!” Puck protests, moving closer to the couch but stopping just short. “I’m really sorry for what I’ve done, but what the manga says I want to be true.”
Kurt studies him thoughtfully for a long moment, and Puck fights not to fidget or look away. “Who drew this?” he asks finally.
“Tina. She’s pretty epic.”
“And you’re only just figuring this out now?” Kurt bites back. Puck’s only response is to let a slight smirk cover his face as he senses Kurt thawing. “That’s what the weird salute was about the other day at Brit’s.” Kurt shakes his head, a small smile gracing his lips. “Just what are you expecting from this?”
Puck scratches the back of his neck and ducks his head, answering more to the floor than the boy. “I was kinda, maybe hoping to give you a blowjob?”
“Give me a blowjob?” Kurt’s eyes bug as he echoes the other boy. “You sure you don’t mean the other way around?”
“Well, eventually, yeah, but I've been fantasising about getting you off since the beginning of summer.”
Kurt takes a moment to process this before a sly smile crosses his face. “You sure you're not just trying to prove that you can get anyone?”
“That may be part of it,” Puck admits shrugging. “But, Kurt? Have you seen yourself? You're amazing. You have a mind blowing voice, can be a total grease monkey and are a secret anime geek. I might be trying to prove something, but only to you.”
Kurt’s face softens as he recognizes the sincerity in the jock’s voice and body language. Puck isn’t trying to hide anything from him and is fidgeting with his fingers, his eyes flitting around the room. “You're really not just a dumb jock, are you? When you engage your brain, you're actually pretty smart.”
Puck shrugs again, looking away. “School just doesn't interest me. I don't cheat on my tests and I've never got any of the nerds to do my work for me.” He looks back at the smaller boy, clearly uncomfortable and slightly desperate to stop bearing his soul this way. “Can I blow you now?”
Kurt guides the other boy over to his bed and then pauses, hovering at the edge and uncertain of what he does now. Puck turns him to face him, one hand on his shoulder, the other coming up to gently cup Kurt’s jaw. He tilts the boy’s head up so their eyes meet and leans in, capturing Kurt’s lips in a chaste kiss.
“Relax,” he murmurs into the kiss. He pulls away slightly so he can look Kurt in the eyes properly. “If I do anything you don’t like, you tell me. If you want me to stop, you say, OK?”
Kurt glances away, biting his lip before meeting Puck’s gaze again and nodding. Puck smiles and leans back in, letting Kurt deepen the kiss when he’s ready. Going with the kiss, the larger teen pushes the smaller gently back on the bed so that he’s nestled between Kurt’s slim hips, his hands by Kurt’s shoulders supporting his weight. Kurt curls himself up into Puck, wrapping his arms around his neck and deepening the kiss again.
After another few long kisses, Puck’s arms are threatening to give out and Kurt is squirming restlessly beneath him. The mohawked teen pulls away, eliciting a mew of protest from the soprano. Puck smiles and presses a soft kiss to his adam’s apple.
“Shirt off.” He instructs quietly, following his own instructions. Kurt blinks twice, his eyes tracing the contours of Puck’s exposed torso greedily. “Shirt.” Puck reminds, tugging gently on the hem. Kurt bats his hands away huffily but removes the clothing.
Puck feasts on the pale plane before him, suckling lightly down Kurt’s chest and lavishing attention on his nipples. Kurt moans as he does and Puck swoops up to capture the noise.
“Pants now.” He breathes into Kurt’s ear. Kurt’s hesitation this time is more pronounced, his hands trembling where they’re gripping at Puck’s shoulders. Puck doesn’t push him, just presses feather soft kisses along his neck and collar bone while running his hands soothingly down Kurt’s sides.
After a long moment, Puck is pushed away. He goes without resistance, his heart dropping until he realizes Kurt’s unsteady fingers are undoing his pants and pushing them down his hips. Kurt smiles up at him as Puck places his hands on the zipper of his own jeans. The jock slithers off the bed to fully remove his pants, smiling almost bashfully when Kurt licks his lips before hurriedly shucking his own jeans.
Puck stays at the edge of the bed as Kurt catches his breath. He doesn’t move until the smaller boy reaches out his hand to invite him back on the bed, Kurt’s smile blinding. Kurt has softened slightly from how hard he was before due to nerves, but that’s remedied as Puck once again settles over his body.
He reaches out and pulls the jock into a searing kiss, his confidence growing when he feels Puck’s equally hard length against his inner thigh.
Both boys know they’re not going to last long once Puck resumes his path down Kurt’s chest. The taller teen pauses just below Kurt’s belly button and takes a deep breath.
Before Kurt can say anything, he finds himself engulfed in a warm wet mouth. He lets out a gasp of surprise as his hips jerk reflexively. Puck’s hands come to cradle his hips, holding him gently down against the bed as the jock gingerly explores him, alternating between sucking and licking down his length. Kurt’s hands smooth along the short strip of hair growing back in, tugging lightly as he gets close. A jumbled mess of words and moans fall from the soprano’s lips in a melodic litany.
The tightening of Kurt’s belly warns Puck of the boy’s impending orgasm and he pulls back slightly to hum around Kurt’s tip. A low, drawn-out moan accompanies the stiffening of Kurt’s body before he melts back boneless onto the bed.
Puck releases him with a sloppy pop, swallowing unsteadily, and slithers his way up the bed to lie on his stomach next to the recovering soprano. Kurt looks over at him, a blessed out smile on his face, “I think my brain leaked out my cock.”
Puck lets out an undignified snort and muffles his face into the pillow, although Kurt can see the corner of his lips tugging up.
“Oh, stop looking so smug. Like you were ever expecting to be anything other than brilliant at any sexual thing you do.” The soprano teases, before pausing, “Do you need a hand?”
Another snort is his only answer for a long moment as a pink tinge spreads across the back of Puck’s neck. “I came.”
Kurt stares at him incredulously, “Seriously?”
Puck pulls his head up, the blush still present across his features, and gazes at the smaller boy. “You made all these hot noises and, again, have you seen yourself?”
“Oh.” Kurt sighs and turns his head back to stare unseeingly at the ceiling. He blinks slowly for a couple of long moments before turning back to Puck, who is still watching him closely. “Can I keep you?”
Puck laughs out right, the sound clear and joyful as he carefully manhandles Kurt onto his chest.
They’re silent for a while, both basking in the feeling of curling up against someone and from their orgasms. They’ll be ready to go again soon, and Puck knows Kurt’ll need more clarification and possible reassurance on what this all means. Yet, for now, they’re quiet and content.
However, Puck breaks the silence with something he’s been longing to share with someone for a while now: “So Finn's in love with Jesse.”
Kurt regards him with something akin to horror written across his face. “Oh sweet Gucci.”
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ABOUT THE FIC THAT YOU ARE REQUESTING
Character(s) or pairing(s): Puck/Kurt or Finn/Jesse.. both???
Do you prefer R or NC-17 smut?: hmmm both are fine but I guess NC-17
Prompts (minimum of 3, no maximum!):
1.Secretly nerdy Kurt... likes Anime... perfect match for Puck and his Super Mario Brothers fascination
2.Smart!Puck is always awesome
3.Jesse and Finn secretly in love, only reason he's with Rachael is to make Finn jealous. Puck and Finn bond over both realizing there's that one guy that make them want well guys... ?
4. I like to laugh so funny moments are always appreciated, and sarcasm is welcome :)
Things you DON’T want in your story (kinks or sex acts that gross you out, characters you despise, etc.): Umm... Rachael in Puck/Kurt is weird, Fisting, no heavy BDSM - Kurt calling Puck a daddy is kind of odd, and ball gags are not my thing and Foot fetishes are just strange- and I just don't see it with these boys.