It wasn't the first time he'd popped a boner because of a dude (hello, all-boys' school, remember?), but it was the first time he forgot to be embarrassed about it.
No, all of his blood was southbound, and all Sam could do was gape as Kurt prowled about the stage with a feline sort of fluidity (and wonder if Kurt was a wildcat in bed).
:D I definitely don't mind the Puck/Kurt theme of this post. Here you are, darlin'!
Lose Your Inhibitions, It's Exhibitionism Puck shoved Kurt against a locker in the busy hallway, smashing their mouths together without preamble.
Everything (but them, that is) froze in an instant.
When Kurt made a low, keening noise in the back of his throat, the shocked murmurs began to buzz around them.
Puck's lips turned up in a smirk, and Kurt's quickly followed as pale, piano-playing fingers danced their way up toned biceps and meaty, guitar-callused hands gripped narrow hips with blatant possessiveness.
Rachel Berry wasn't the only one who liked to put on a show. Us "We are so fucking amazing together," Puck said as he reclined on Kurt's chest. "Like, if Azimio and Karofsky would stop having such UST moments with each other and take it out on us and just fucking fuck already, everyone would be like 'Dude, have you seen Puck and Kurt lately? Hot shit, man.' Kurt," he insisted to his snorting boyfriend, "We're so awesome, they'll write an
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Intermission "Noah," Kurt hissed as the other man pressed him against the tiled wall. He glared up into the sparkling, amused eyes of his husband. "An intermission is not some secret language for 'sexy time'!"
"Really? It should be," he murmured as he bent his head down to capture Kurt's in a slow, burning kiss.
"We are in a theater bathroom," Kurt argued against Puck's mouth. "We are not having sex in a bathroom."
"Why not?" Puck slowly ground their hips together, spinning clockwise a few times before going in the opposite direction.
Kurt felt his eyes rolling in the back of his head, and he moaned as he tried in vain to deny this man of anything.
Truth was, there was little Kurt wouldn't do for this man, and he was so beyond screwed (not literally... not yet) that it wasn't even funny.
"Ten minutes," Kurt finally rasped out. "That's it."
"Mmm," Puck purred in satisfaction, already working Kurt's pants open. "Plenty of time to do it twice."
WeaknessesPuck hated being weak. He was always the strong one, the tough guy who could
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YAY BIESTE!! ♥ ♥ I tried my best. Here you are, love. (:
All her life, Shannon had been sub-par: alright, but not nearly as great. She'd gone through childhood hearing "Good job, Shan" while her honor roll-status sister was worshiped and praised like a deity.
She had a best friend, once.
His name was Kyle, and they used to watch cartoons and make mud pies together. Shannon always secretly thought she'd marry him one day. Then she found Kyle kissing her younger sister.
Shannon's world was crushed quicker than a can of Slim-Fast. She told Kyle to screw himself and shoved his face into a puddle during free period, and from then on she was known as the Bieste.
Bieste did all she could to taste the sweet honey of success, and whenever she won a championship, of course she felt satisfaction. But she was waiting for more--waiting for that jostling slap-in-the-face epiphany of "Damn, I done good."Bieste was tidying up the locker room one day after practice--because the janitorial staff, if they showed up at all, usually just littered
( ... )
I gotta get ready for school, but here's one fill (Skype). :D Enjoy, babe! ♥
Lost In TranslationWith senior year and high school graduation a faint memory trailing behind them, with Kurt all the way in NY and Puck stuck knee-deep in Loserville, Ohio, they were trying this long-distance relationship shit on for size
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all of the above. ;]
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I'll see what I can do. (;
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It wasn't the first time he'd popped a boner because of a dude (hello, all-boys' school, remember?), but it was the first time he forgot to be embarrassed about it.
No, all of his blood was southbound, and all Sam could do was gape as Kurt prowled about the stage with a feline sort of fluidity (and wonder if Kurt was a wildcat in bed).
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♥ Thanks, hun. c:
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Here you are, darlin'!
Lose Your Inhibitions, It's Exhibitionism
Puck shoved Kurt against a locker in the busy hallway, smashing their mouths together without preamble.
Everything (but them, that is) froze in an instant.
When Kurt made a low, keening noise in the back of his throat, the shocked murmurs began to buzz around them.
Puck's lips turned up in a smirk, and Kurt's quickly followed as pale, piano-playing fingers danced their way up toned biceps and meaty, guitar-callused hands gripped narrow hips with blatant possessiveness.
Rachel Berry wasn't the only one who liked to put on a show.
Us
"We are so fucking amazing together," Puck said as he reclined on Kurt's chest. "Like, if Azimio and Karofsky would stop having such UST moments with each other and take it out on us and just fucking fuck already, everyone would be like 'Dude, have you seen Puck and Kurt lately? Hot shit, man.' Kurt," he insisted to his snorting boyfriend, "We're so awesome, they'll write an ( ... )
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"Noah," Kurt hissed as the other man pressed him against the tiled wall. He glared up into the sparkling, amused eyes of his husband. "An intermission is not some secret language for 'sexy time'!"
"Really? It should be," he murmured as he bent his head down to capture Kurt's in a slow, burning kiss.
"We are in a theater bathroom," Kurt argued against Puck's mouth. "We are not having sex in a bathroom."
"Why not?" Puck slowly ground their hips together, spinning clockwise a few times before going in the opposite direction.
Kurt felt his eyes rolling in the back of his head, and he moaned as he tried in vain to deny this man of anything.
Truth was, there was little Kurt wouldn't do for this man, and he was so beyond screwed (not literally... not yet) that it wasn't even funny.
"Ten minutes," Kurt finally rasped out. "That's it."
"Mmm," Puck purred in satisfaction, already working Kurt's pants open. "Plenty of time to do it twice."
WeaknessesPuck hated being weak. He was always the strong one, the tough guy who could ( ... )
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I tried my best. Here you are, love. (:
All her life, Shannon had been sub-par: alright, but not nearly as great. She'd gone through childhood hearing "Good job, Shan" while her honor roll-status sister was worshiped and praised like a deity.
She had a best friend, once.
His name was Kyle, and they used to watch cartoons and make mud pies together. Shannon always secretly thought she'd marry him one day.
Then she found Kyle kissing her younger sister.
Shannon's world was crushed quicker than a can of Slim-Fast. She told Kyle to screw himself and shoved his face into a puddle during free period, and from then on she was known as the Bieste.
Bieste did all she could to taste the sweet honey of success, and whenever she won a championship, of course she felt satisfaction. But she was waiting for more--waiting for that jostling slap-in-the-face epiphany of "Damn, I done good."Bieste was tidying up the locker room one day after practice--because the janitorial staff, if they showed up at all, usually just littered ( ... )
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Especially this: She'd never been called awesome before.
Love love love. *hearts Beiste and your writing forever*
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Yes, LONG LIVE THE BIESTE!!! ♥ ♥
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kurt/puck: flexible!kurt
go for it, babe
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Lost In TranslationWith senior year and high school graduation a faint memory trailing behind them, with Kurt all the way in NY and Puck stuck knee-deep in Loserville, Ohio, they were trying this long-distance relationship shit on for size ( ... )
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