On the second day of Christmas (09)...
Shorts (Puck/Kurt)
Surprisingly, Kurt didn't wear shorts. He thought most of them looked horrible, it was hard to plan a good outfit with shorts. They just looked so weird and they never fit him right. They made him look shorter and younger, which he really didn't need. So, even when it started to get hot in the summer, he didn't wear shorts outside his house.
He had tried to explain this all to Mercedes and Tina as they went out shopping but to no avail. They were making it their personal mission to get him to buy some fashionable shorts. He must have tried on dozens and dozens, each one looking more horrid than the last. But then, Mercedes held up a pair of the shortest short-shorts he had ever seen. Mercedes just smiled that wicked smile and Kurt knew he had to try them on.
"So, how do I look?" Kurt said, striking a pose before turning around to try and see his own reflection. Tina just gasped and looked wide eyed. Mercedes gave a wolf whistle, which was really unnecessary since almost everyone in the store was staring a Kurt.
Kurt looked down at his barely covered ass. The shorts were really more like underwear, only made of jeans but just as tight. Kurt had to admit, these shorts actually looked good on him. He began mentally calculating how to throw an outfit together with these shorts. He happily bought the shorts and the two girls high fived on a mission accomplished.
The next day, Kurt wore the shorts to school. He wasn't afraid of being too revealing, as his collection of corsets proved. He was wearing boots to help balance the shortness of his bottoms, and some layered tanks, with a hat to complete his look. He strutted around all day, getting shocked looks but Kurt was really used to that.
He sauntered into glee practice, where Mercedes whistled again. Everyone turned to look. Some people laughed and some people rolled their eyes. Kurt did a little model turn and smiled, laughing along with Mercedes. Everyone went back to what they were doing except one person. Puck. His mouth was slightly open and Kurt turned away with a smirk. He had noticed the boy had been staring at him all day.
Kurt dropped his sheet music halfway through practice. He bent over low to pick it up and turned to see Puck still staring at him, then Puck shifted uncomfortably. Oh. Well, this was certainly a turn of events. For once, Kurt had the power and he smirked. He planned to use that power for one thing and one thing only- revenge.
For the rest of practice, Kurt used every opportunity to show off his assets to Puck. He bent to tie his boot lace, taking longer than necessary. During choreography practice, he shook his hips harder than he needed to and tried to stay in front of Puck as much as possible. Every time Kurt chanced a glance at Puck, he seemed to be more and more uncomfortable. Kurt grew more delighted each time. Finally, Puck mumbled he had to go to the bathroom and they were allowed a break. Kurt quietly followed Puck to the bathroom.
He leaned up against the bathroom door, hand on his hip as Puck snapped his head around to look at him. He shook his head at Kurt.
"Get out," Puck growled, clearly in need of some alone time. Kurt just smirked wider and pushed off from the door, slowly stepping closer and closer to Puck. "I meant it Hummel!" he snapped.
"You're turned on," Kurt said. It wasn't a question. "You are hard and you don't know what that means. But you just want it to go away. And maybe you've been thinking about me recently. When you've got your hand on your dick."
Puck looked away but said nothing. His brow was furrowed and he back up against the wall. Kurt pushed into his space, a sliver of air between them. He leaned forward, his mouth hovering over Puck's ear. A small shiver ran through Puck and Kurt continued to speak.
"You wonder what I sound like," he whispered and let out a breathy little moan, "You wonder what it would be like, my hand scrapping over your chest, my mouth on your dick, my lips stretched over it, tight and wet." Puck still refused to look at Kurt but his hips had began slowly rocking up and down, but Kurt made sure they never met with his own.
Puck tried to reach a hand out, but Kurt made a tutting noise and batted him away. Puck let out a choked noise, clearly close. Kurt just smiled that smile and let his lips touch Puck's ear.
"And maybe, you when you really let yourself go, working away on your dick, you wonder what it would be like to fuck me. You wonder if I'd be inexperienced or good at it. And you can't decide which is better. But you want me, spread open, moaning like some cheap whore for you. And then- you'd come," Kurt said, taking a little nibble on Puck's ear.
Puck groaned and his hips gave one final push up and he stilled. Puck closed his eyes and Kurt considered it a personal victory that he had just made Noah Puckerman come in his pants. Without even touching him. Kurt pulled away, almost shaking with excitement. Puck snapped his eyes open, his expression unreadable.
"And then, you feel ashamed. Guilty," Kurt said, looking Puck in the eyes, "And now, I know. And you don't know what I'm going to do or if I'm gonna say something to someone." Kurt tilled his head up, feeling a rush of power and bravery.
"Welcome to hell," he said, smiling wickedly. He then kneed Puck in the crotch for good measure and stalked out of the bathroom. Kurt hummed a happy tune as he made his way back to glee practice and he wondered how long they would play this game. How long he would get his revenge before this game turned down a dangerous path, one that Kurt wasn't sure he wanted to face. But for now, revenge was sweet and Kurt had always had a bit of a sweet tooth.