Due Punisment

[emocezi]

Authors: emocezi and setos_puppy
Title: Due Punishment
Wordcount: 11196
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We do not own Glee nor do we make profit from this epic smut.
A/N: First some warnings....don't eat or drink while reading, don't operate heavy machinery while reading, and this fic may cause death/injury by masturbation and/or hot sex scenes. We are not responsible for explosion of panties, loss of limbs due to flailing.

Also, setos_puppy is in bold.

Also also, this was based on a prompt for the Glee Kink Meme.



There was a quiet truce at parties, where Puck and Finn would pretend to get along if only for the shallow hierarchy that existed within their social circles. So here they sat, a beer in hand, watching a couple of cheerios making out after a hit on the beerbong.

The silence wasn't awkward, but it wasn't the same silence they shared before the baby drama. Where each was comfortable with his own thoughts.

Puck watched as Brittany swaggered up from her spot at the table, threw her arms in the air with a loud 'whoooo' and promptly passed out in Santana's arms. He chanced a look over at Finn who was watching some Cheerios dancing in the corner, all drunk and touchy feely, the way some girls got.

Puck dropped his empty bottle into the case next to him and swaggered up, picking up a new one and cracking it open. He was on his way back to the couch he and Finn were occupying with surly dispositions when he heard a scream from a Cheerio, what was her name - Bethany - Brenda - Brigitte - whatever - was ordering everyone into a circle for a game of Truth or Dare. Someone shoot him.

"What are we, ten?" Puck's voice was sharp with scorn, and an undertone of something else, which Santana picked up on immediately.

"S'wrong with you Puck? You've never'ad a problem with this game before."

"Fuck you, dyke bitch." Several eyebrows raised, Puck was mean when he was sober, but drunk he was downright vicious. "I've got better things to do then watch you fags play your pussy game." Puck snarled, slowly standing and just barely weaving his way to the door. His left hand held in a vulgar salute as he made his way out.

Santana just shrugged and turned her glassy eyes on Finn who was getting up to chase after Puck.

Th'fuck, you two hate ea'other!" Santana called Finn he hefted his way to his feet.

"Nah, we're good," Finn replied, grabbing his coat and the one Puck had left behind before chasing out of the house after him.

Finn found Puck leaning against Brittany's white picket fence, arms crossed to fight against the biting cold and snow and glowering. Finn stopped before him and held out Puck's coat like it was some kind of peace offering, watching as Puck took it and shrugged it on before Finn slid his own on and zipped it up, jamming his hands in the pockets.

"Wanna go somewhere?"

"Thought you hated me, Hudson." There was a touch of self loathing that even Finn could hear and even though he was still supremely pissed at Puck for what he'd done, he could tell that his once best friend was sorry for his actions.

"I never hated you man, I just...I'm really pissed that you're the father. I wanted that kid to be mine, and it's not. It's never gonna be." Finn wasn't slurring, but then again it took a hell of a lot more to get him drunk with his height and all his muscle from football.

Puck just sort of nodded his head in understanding. He wanted to say that he was sorry, that he really wanted the kid to be Finn's too... but he kind of loved that little girl inside of Quinn. So, Puck just grumbled and hugged his coat around his form. "Wanna go to my place and get wasted?"

It was an offer, a small one, but it was also an olive branch.

XxX XxX

Puck nearly snorted out his beer, listening to Finn's version of Rachel after the last time one of her rightful solo's had been given to someone else.

"Schue needs to give Hummel more songs, kids got a good mouth on him." Puck shifted a little, sliding his tongue along his teeth, he definitely hadn't meant to say that aloud. Just because he'd fucked the kid a couple of times didn't mean they were in a relationship or anything. It was just for fun, a quick way to blow off some steam after a bad day. That's what Kurt had told him anyway, in the showers after football practice when all the jock's had left.

"I'll drink to that." Finn rose his beer and drained the remaining half of the can in a few gulps before tossing the empty can with a clatter aside. "Got anymore?"

They were surrounded by bottles and cans, all of which were empty, and Finn wasn't nearly drunk enough. He could still think somewhat clearly about things. About Kurt, specifically, after Puck had said that. Puck was right, though, Kurt did have a good mouth.

After lumbering up and finding another six pack in the fridge of Puck's garage - which served as leisure room - he collapsed onto the couch, opened up another can and licked up the foam running down the can.

"Y're right, y'know? Kurt does have a good mouth.. an' he's kinda pretty."

Puck snickered, tossing his head back and watching the ceiling gently spin, his mind the blank of the completely wasted.

"There's this thing he does with tictacs." Puck hummed a little, remembering the tingle and the feeling of Kurt's mouth on his cock. Hot and wet and smooth.

Finn laughed, the can falling from his fingers and crashing to the ground, foamy beer spilling everywhere. He leaned against Puck for support as he laughed, his fingers groping against the stable warmth.

"How..." Finn stuttered out, swallowing as he almost choked on his own tongue. "How'd you know that?"

"Nothin' man, nothin'. I'm so fucked right now. Don't know why we don't do this more often." Puck sighed, slouching against Finn who was tapping his half empty beer against his knee. "Kinda missed your stupid face."

"Awwwww." Finn cooed jokingly, rubbing a hand over Puck's mohawk in a motion that he'd done a thousand times in the past. "I missed your stupid face too."

"You dropped you're beer..." Puck noticed, frowning at the puddle on the floor and then looking back up and Finn and blinking his eyes blearily. "Idiot." He punctuated the word with a poke to Finn's nose and a drunken snigger before taking a non-so-graceful sip of his beer and falling back against the couch.

"'M not an idiot! You're an idiot!" Finn retorted, shoving Puck, who shoved him back. They had a short grappling match before Finn somehow ended up pinned to one end of the couch with a lap full of Puck and engaged in a wet, sloppy, drunken kiss.

It didn't happen often, this drunken mess of lips and tongue.

But Puck was grunting, grinding up against his thigh, hand fisting in Finn's hair and controlling the angle of his head. Finn was gasping into Puck's mouth, enormous hands half wrapped around one of Puck's thighs, grinding down like his life was dependent on the friction.

Puck broke the kiss, sucking in air like a dying man and burying his face in Finn's neck. "Oh, God." His hands itched at the hem of Finn's pull over, fingers just barely skimming over and under the hem of the shirt, testing - daring.

"Fuck, yes." Finn was biting and fuck it if Puck was going to stop it.

Just...about...there. Puck growled, grabbed a handful of Finn's skinny ass and pushed harder, needing more then Finn was giving him..

"Harder." Finn was rutting against him, biting along his neck and moving in a rigid way that spoke of almost reaching his peak.

"Fucking bitch, you little cockslut. How much do you love it when I'm pounding you. Won't walk for a week when I'm done with you." Puck was too far gone to find something wrong with the words coming out of Finn's mouth, but his brain dutifully cataloged them for the next morning.

XxX XxX

Puck woke up groggy and really, really hung over. Pushing himself up on the sunken couch and flailed a little under Finn. He was sticky and oh God not again! Grunting, he pushed Finn off of him and tucked himself back in his pants before picking up a near cushion and slamming Finn in the head with it. "Wake up!"

Finn groaned and Puck half punched his friend, pushing him onto the floor where he landed with a thud and the sound of a beer can being crushed under his not insubstantial weight.

"Ow...what the hell man?"

"Dude..."

"What?" Finn was silent for a few moments before he groaned. "Man...seriously? Again?"

"I'll stake money that you started it." Puck's voice was half pissed half smug.

"Shut up. You're such a douche." Finn flopped around until he could reach the beer can currently leaving an indentation in his left kidney.

"I'm a douche? You're the one who sexually molested me while I was drunk!" Puck yelled, instantly regretting it with a groan as he placed his head between his knees when the world spun. Finn got up, stumbling towards the fridge and pulled out two bottles of water and then crouched before Puck, holding out a hand with a bottle.

"Here."

"Thanks." Puck twisted the bottle open and took a few sips. "What do you remember from last night?"

Finn went bright red and twisted his hands around his water bottle, shuffling his feet in an awkward way.

"Nothin'....why?"

"Because I swear you called me a cockslut." Puck's eyes were narrowed in speculation, mind running through days when Kurt had shown up to Glee. Complaining to Mr. Schue about a twisted ankle and sitting out on the choreography.

Puck wasn't stupid, he wasn't special class smart, but he wasn't stupid. And when puzzle pieces started to fit into place, things came into focus very quickly.

"I..." Finn's eyes deviated from Puck's face and he took a few large sips of his water. "Well... You said Kurt did this thing with tictacs!" He blurted out, which, you know, totally wasn't helping.

"I... I did not!"

"You did too!"

"Well, you asked me how I knew, so, how would you know!?"

Puck stopped from where he'd been about to start pummeling his friend with pillows. He stared at Finn as if the quarterback had grown another head.

"Do you have any idea what this means?"

"Ummm...no?" Puck took pity on Finn's apparent lack of a working brain this early in the morning.

"Kurt.....is fucking around....on both of us."

XxX XxX

It was in Glee that Puck first noticed that Kurt, was indeed, a sneaky little bastard. Kurt was sitting with Mercedes, talking to her about something or other and when Finn walked in, late, Kurt's eyes raked over him like he was nothing but meat. It wasn't unusual, but now Puck knew better. Now, if only there was some way they could do something to show Kurt who was boss.

"What are we gonna do about this?" Puck asked, bumping Finn's fist and glancing over at Kurt who was pretending not to watch the two of them out of the corner of his eye.

"Do about what?"

"Kurt you moron."

"Oh...right. I dunno, why do we have to do anything?"

"Because he's fucking around." Puck punched Finn's arm, sneering at his friend. "No one fucks around on me."

"Just throw in the dumpster." Finn shrugged, not seeing what was wrong with Kurt sleeping with both him and Puck. It's not like he was exclusively with either of them.

"I haven't thrown him in the dumpster in six months." Puck was baring his teeth at Finn, trying his hardest not to glare in Kurt's direction.

"I don't know." Finn's voice was getting exasperated and he looked about to throw his hands in the air. "Tie him up or something."

Puck's expression went blank for a few moments, then he smirked. He glanced very slowly over at Kurt who was filing his nails and talking to Mercedes.

XxX XxX

Kurt arrived at Finn's precisely on time, wearing a brand new pair of tight jeans that he knew showed off his ass perfectly. That combined with his new tight long sleeved shirt, he knew he looked amazing. He rose a fist to knock but found a small piece of paper taped to the door, pulling it down, he read it. It had one word on it: basement.

Raising a brow and pocketing the piece of paper, he let himself in, removed his boots and was sure to lock the door. He had received a text from Finn earlier that afternoon saying his mom was out of town for the weekend and he wanted to 'spend time'.

Descending the stairs to Finn's basement, Kurt pushed his way through the tacky 70s beads and found Finn lounging on the couch, remote in hand and eyes focused on a sci fi type thing with lots of explosions.

It was rare they spent time in the basement living room, because sound carried all the way up to Finn's mom's room, but it had an amazing bed that Finn lounged on when watching movies since his bedroom didn't have a DVD player, or hookup to his mom's satellite.

"Finn." Kurt nodded at the jock who looked over at him. The gleek blinked, wondering why Finn's expression was half way between guilt and arousal.

There was a sound from behind him, a slithering of 70's porno beads shifting around a body. Kurt shot a glance behind him, then pausing and slowly turning to find Noah Puckerman standing in the doorway. Pale blue faux-fur handcuffs twirling around his index finger, a wicked smirk on his face that made Kurt fear for both his safety and virtue.

"Hey, Hummel."

Fuck. Fuckity-fuck-fuck! This was not happening!

Kurt took one look at Puck, not even daring a look back at Finn before he bolted for the stairs. He managed to get half way up before he felt strong arms wrap around his middle and drag him back down even as he squirmed in the arms he knew belonged to Puck.

"Let me go! This is rape! Rape I tell you!"

"Shut it Hummel, or we'll put your mouth to better use." Puck's arm was like an iron band around his waist, pulling him along like his hundred and thirty pounds were nothing. And Kurt refused to admit that maybe it was a bit of a turn on, being manhandled.

His hands were clamped to his sides, socked feet scrabbling futily against the carpet as Puck dragged him back through the 70's porn beads.

Finn watched with wide eyes as Puck managed to toss Kurt onto the bed before he looked to Puck. "Dude, is it really rape?"

"No, you idiot he's being melodramatic." Puck turned his attention to Kurt, who was trying to scramble off the bed. "Ah-ah, Hummel, I don't think so." Scooping up the fuzzy hand cuffs and in a matter of moments, his muscular body weighing heavily on Kurt's as he managed to thread one end of the handcuffs through the headboard and clip Kurt successfully to the bed.

Kurt tugged at his cuffs, trying to pull his body into a ball, minimize the amount of his body that could be bruised.

Finn was standing now, looming over the bed in a way that probably wasn't meant to be intimidating. Kurt was cursing, wondering why he'd ever thought that sleeping with both Puck and Finn was a good idea. He should have known this would happen.

"D-don't..." Kurt managed to whimper, watching as Puck's hand stroked down his cheek, making him shudder.

"Don't what?"

"Don't hurt me..."

Puck pulled his fingers away from Kurt's face, his arms crossing over his chest in a way that signified annoyance more than anger. "Oh, Hummel." If Kurt was delusional, he might have thought that was affection in Puck's voice. "We're not going to hurt you. We're going to punish you."

"What?" The surprise and relief in that one word was almost sad, Puck frowning at the thought of Kurt expecting to be beaten or worse at his hands.

"Kurt....it's okay. If you're not okay with this, we'll let you go." Finn sat on the bed, laying a hand on Kurt's ankle, the gleek flinching away from him a little. His pale face was blank, looking from both Puck to Finn.

"Go through with what?" Suspicion coloured his voice.

"With your punishment," Finn said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"O-oh." Kurt blinked. Then looked to Puck for more clarification. Puck rolled his eyes at Finn and fished out the key to the handcuffs from his pocket before letting Kurt out and sitting next to him on the bed as Kurt sat up slowly, looking tentative.

He rubbed at his wrists, shifting carefully between the two jocks. And while he would admit that it had been a fantasy to have both of them covering his skin with bruises and bite marks. The actual event was a little terrifying, especially with the word punishment being thrown into the mix.

"What am I being punished for?" Kurt asked in a quiet voice, staring at the floor and shifting his feet around awkwardly.

"For playing us both for fools," Puck replied smoothly, even as he leaned in and his voice dropped. "Even if one of us is." Kurt bit the inside of his cheek at that and looked away. "We don't want to hurt you, Kurt. If you want both of us...all you need to do is ask, 'cause I've got no problem sharing."

"DUDE!!!" Puck and Kurt looked over at Finn who was thoroughly engrossed in the movie playing on television. "THAT'S SO GROSS!! THAT ALIEN JUST POPPED OUT OF THAT GUYS STOMACH!!" Kurt gaped while Puck squeezed the bridge of his nose. There were days he wasn't sure why he was even friends with Finn, today was one of those days.

Puck sighed, slipped a hand behind Kurt's neck and hauled the gleek in for a little mouth to mouth conversation. There were things you couldn't relate with speech.

Puck smirked against Kurt's mouth as the gleek relaxed into his touch. Finn could join in as soon as he remembered why he was here in the first place.

Kurt let himself be pushed into the squishy mattress with a quiet whimper. He felt Puck's hands in his hair and when they finally pulled away, both of their mouths wet with saliva, Kurt couldn't help it when his lips curved upwards into a cheeky smirk. "Maybe I do deserve to be punished."

Puck grinned and bit at Kurt's neck a little, enjoying the breathy moans it drew from the soprano's mouth before, with a quick slide of his hips, Kurt lay across his stomach. Kurt just grinned, he knew what that meant. Nipping on Puck's jaw, he slid down, his teeth grasping onto the zipper of Puck's jeans and working it down.

Puck slid his fingers into Kurt's hair as the gleek slid his cock out of his jeans. Running his tongue up the shaft in one smooth stroke before swallowing half of Puck's cock in one rapid movement. If the jock hadn't been paying attention to Kurt's every movement he would have missed it.

Puck let his head fall back, hands squeezing into Kurt's hair as the gleek bobbed hid head, tongue working in small circular motions, suction like a vacuum cleaner.

Puck would never admit it, but he'd never met anyone with a mouth like Kurt Hummel, and that included the MILF that used to be an amateur porn star in her twenties.

Finn was completely engrossed in the movie, even though he'd seen 'Aliens' at least ten times, he was drawn in every single time. He liked to think that was the beauty of a timeless classic.

He heard a groan from behind him, and a little voice at the back of his mind reminded him that there was a reason he was in his basement.

Finn managed to tear his gaze from the screen, turning to glance behind him. He could feel his jaw drop, eyes widening, and could do nothing to stop it. How had he not noticed that going on behind him?

Kurt's head was bobbing up and down, his tongue flicking over the head of Puck's erection as he drew his mouth off to breathe. He nuzzled against it with quiet little whimpers, as if the very existence of Puck's cock gave him joy and sustained him. He kissed from base to tip before licking up the pre-come that leaked down over his thumb with a vulgar slurp and looked up at Puck with his hazed over
bedroom eyes.

"Jesus, fucking, fuck." Puck's hand fisted in Kurt's hair and his eyes managed to tear from Kurt, even as he slowly worked him all the way in and he caught Finn watching. All Puck could do was smirk.

"Welcome to the pro-gram. HOLY GOD." Puck sat straight up when Kurt pressed a pale digit against his perineum, sliding his mouth back down Puck's cock and sucking like his mouth had been made for this. Finn swore he heard Kurt snicker even as Puck started rocking his hips, gently fucking Kurt's mouth.

"I fucking love your mouth. You're such a cockslut, you love being on your knees, don't you?" Puck was watching Kurt, watching his cock slide in between his lips.

Kurt managed a quiet 'mhm' around Puck's cock and pulled away to take in a few shuddering breaths. His eyes fell onto Finn and his swollen, wet mouth curled into a naughty smile even as he nuzzled against Puck's cock. "I want you in my mouth too, Finn."

Finn nodded dumbly, not sure what to do. He'd never seen this side of the Gleek before, sure he'd been rough with Kurt a few times, but only once or twice and only because Kurt had bitched at him until he threw the gleek onto the closest available surface and pounded him until he didn't remember his own name.

But this, the absolute slut that was staring up at him as he absently jacked off Puck, this was like nothing he'd ever dreamt about.

"Come here." Kurt's voice was husky and he smiled when Finn crawled over. Kurt reached over, one hand tugging down Finn's pajama pants and drawing out his hard cock. He pressed a kiss to the wet tip, sucking it into his mouth and enjoyed making Finn shudder and moan. He sucked, watching Finn through his lashes and whined around Finn's cock as he watched Finn and Puck kiss, open mouthed and lewd.

He drew back, unable to help his greedy mouth from turning to wrap around Puck, shivering. Hands carded through his hair and he pulled back, his brow cocking upwards.

"So, are you punishing me or rewarding me?"

It took Puck a few moments to realize that Kurt was speaking. He drew back from Finn with a disgruntled noise to find Kurt watching them both with avid interest. He was kneeling, a flush high on his cheeks that Puck knew came from arousal. Pale fingers slipped down his stomach to unbutton and unzip his own pants, giving a little breath of relief at the freedom from the tight confines. It was Finn who spoke, surprising both Puck and Kurt.

"Don't lay a finger on your cock. You fucked around on both of us, with each other. You obviously wanted to know what it was like." Finn turned to look at Puck, his pupils blown, it was surprisingly hot, seeing his best friend like that when they weren't blitzed out of their skulls. Drunken fumbling was one thing, this was crossing a line, a bit of a terrifying line.

"Give me the handcuffs Puck." Finn grabbed them, motioning to Kurt who gradually held out his wrists, frowning at being cuffed. "You get to sit there and watch, and if you wrap those pretty little fingers around your cock, we'll know, and you won't come for the entire night." Puck was blown away by this side of Finn, apparently there was something behind his vacant expression.

He watched as Finn grabbed what he could of Puck's hair and pulled him into a bruising kiss. Kurt's head fell back, panting harshly and squirming, oh God he wanted... He wanted...

Puck practically snarled into the kiss, pushing Finn to the bed so hard it bounced. He straddled Finn's waist as best he could with his pants around his knees, his hips thrusting against Puck needily. Finn's mouth broke from Puck's and bit at his ear and his neck, groaning happily as he pushed his hips back.

"You love it, don't you, Noah?"

Kurt knew Finn had a wicked mouth, especially when he was worked up like this, but... this... this was toe curling insane. Kurt bit his lower lip until it bled and shook, wanting nothing more than to wrap his hands around his needy cock and stroke.

Puck licked his hand before wrapping it around both of their cocks, turning his head to watch Kurt as he rutted against Finn. The gleek was squirming, a drop of blood running down his jaw from where he was sinking teeth into his lower lip. Puck grunted as Finn thrust up against him, he lost his concentration on Kurt, turning back to the task at hand and working himself and Finn into a frenzy.

Finn was swearing, nearly breathless as he arched up against Puck, pale hands curling against tan biceps. Puck squeezed his hand, stroking faster then squeezing again, keeping up the rhythm until Finn groaned and came. The feel of it against his own cock set him off, and Puck came harder then he had in a while.

Kurt whined loudly as they came, the sticky mess spread between them. Puck grinned ferally, his fingers coated in the sticky white substance as he leaned over Kurt's body and spread his fingers over his mouth. Kurt lapped at his fingers, cleaning them with a wicked, needy tongue.

"Good boy." Puck pet Kurt's hair, smiling at him as Kurt craned his neck and sucked the digits into his mouth with quiet whimpers.

Finn glanced over, to where Kurt was licking come off of Puck's fingers. He was making tiny whimpering mewls, squirming and trying his hardest to obey the instructions set by Finn. The quarterback smirked a little, sliding off the bed towards Kurt. The gleek needed some sort of reward for obeying this well, Finn would never have lasted this long if he was in Kurt's shoes.

"Get his pants off." Puck glanced over, then nodded and helped Kurt stand, yanking his pants and boxer briefs down to his ankles, pushing Kurt face down on the bed and untangling the skinny jeans enough to get them off of the Gleek who was trying his hardest not to rub himself on the comforter.

Finn took a breath, appreciating the view, as always. Puck ran a hand up one of Kurt's thighs, smacking his ass and caressing the red mark left on the lily white skin. Finn stared at the hand print, swallowing as Puck left another on the opposite side of Kurt's ass. The gleek squirming and trying not to cry out.

Kurt pushed his ass up in the air needily, flushing at the chuckle from Finn it produced. He noticed out of the corner of his eye that Puck had climbed off the bed and had undressed and was now fishing through his back pack for something. Puck returned and helped him raise up on his knees a little as he reached under him and stroked him once before Kurt's eyes twisted shut as Puck snapped a cock ring around him. Giving high pitched little whines, he fell quiet at another smack to his ass and let his head bow low, forehead barely touching the mattress.

Finn smirked, pushing Puck away and sinking to his knees, wrapping his hands around Kurt's hips and drawing the gleek backwards towards him. The quarterback spread Kurt's pale cheeks, still flushed from Puck's hands.

Puck raised an eyebrow, almost not believing what he was seeing. He'd read about it, seen it in porn, but never thought he'd actually know someone who was into this sort of thing.

But Finn was licking Kurt, long smooth strokes of his tongue that had the gleek writhing, low cries and soft curses that had Puck shifting. It was hot, watching Kurt come apart like this, and though he'd made the gleek come hard enough to scream his name, he'd never seen him in a situation like this. Coming apart at the seems, not sure what to do with himself.

"Please, Finn... Please, please, please!" Kurt's hands were clenching and unclenching in the cuffs and when he wasn't making breathy pleas of Finn's name he was whining, his hips pushing back like he would die without this.

Finn did something and Kurt's whole body went rigid before he shuddered and moaned lowly, lower than Puck knew was on Kurt's register, and tears started seeping from his eyes. Kurt was crying and it was fucking beautiful and for some reason mother fucking sexy.

Finn drew back from Kurt long enough to stick two fingers in his own mouth, slicking them up and sliding one knuckle deep into Kurt who let out a howl. The quarterback slid his finger out, using his tongue again. And Puck was almost impressed to see Finn's tongue pressing into Kurt. Finn was one of those people who could stick out his tongue and touch his nose, the guy had a long tongue, and apparently he knew what to do with it, if the near sobs Kurt was giving were anything to go by.

"I need to... please..." Kurt was babbling now, clawing at the sheets under his fingers and he was making so much noise. Kurt was squealing and twisting and his face was a mask of pleasure and pain. Finn's hands were curled over Kurt's smooth, angular hips, coaxing Kurt back in a slow, rhythmic motion. Was he..? No! Yes! He was fucking Kurt with his tongue. Jesus fucking Christ.

"STOP.....AHHHHHH...STOP!!" Kurt was nearly screaming, tears running down his cheeks. Finn turned to look at Puck, not sure what the hell was going on, the jock sure as hell didn't know why Hummel was panting, burying his head into the blankets to try and stifle his cries.

"Kurt?" Finn's voice was anxious, one hand coming to rest on his lower back. "Are you okay...I didn't hurt you did I?"

"No......just give......me a second." Kurt was shaking, not trembling, but shaking. His muscles spasming in a way that looked almost painful, breath coming in sobbing gasps.

"What the hell was that?" Puck asked, moving to sit beside Kurt who was still shaking, but not as hard.

"Sometimes....men can have.....dry orgasms...when there's...enough prostate....stimulation." Kurt managed to gasp out, obviously still sensitive as he twitched when Puck ran a hand over his shoulder.

"That.....really?" Finn's voice was confused though Puck couldn't blame him. He hadn't known anything about the whole dry orgasm either. "So...we didn't break you?"

"Idiot!" Puck slapped Finn across the back of the head.

"What? I was worried, that was freaky." The quarterback and the jock looked at each other, then at Kurt, then back at each other. "So....is there a limit on those?"

"On what?" Kurt sounded suspicious and seemed to gain enough muscle control to shoot a look over his shoulder.

"The dry things."

"..." Kurt gaped, mouth working like a fish out of water. "I...don't think so." He could have kicked himself at the looks that swept over the faces of the jocks, like a ripple of sadistic joy.

Puck draped himself over Kurt's body, kissing his mouth and down his neck while he watched as Finn dug through his pockets and tossed lube on the bed before shucking his pants off completely. Puck curled his fingers around the tube and used one thumb to flick the cap open. He smiled at the shudder that ran through Kurt's body at the noise and slicked two fingers before pushing them inside.

He grinned wickedly at the way Kurt so needily opened up to him and couldn't help the breathy chuckle that left his lips as Kurt moaned.

"Look how easily he opens up." Puck purred, sliding his fingers in as deep as the knuckle and laughing at the way Kurt squealed when he twisted his fingers. "I wonder how much we could fit inside of him."

Kurt's eyes twisted shut, his whole body tensed as he felt two of Finn's easily recognizable fingers, broad and calloused, tease against his whole before slowly working in.

Kurt's eyes rolled back in his head and he couldn't help the needy whimpers that passed his lips. It wasn't that it hurt, or even burned, it was that he was so filled with both of them that he couldn't think.

The breathy little mewls were such a turn on, Kurt's hips arching into their conjoined fingers. Puck couldn't look away from where his fingers dissapeared into Kurt, it was so hot, the way that tiny little hole would spread around whatever they used on him.

He glanced over at Finn who was staring down at Kurt's ass with a look on concentration he normally reserved for math tests. Finn's fingers shifted against Pucks, sliding over a little, then a little more, and suddenly Kurt was bucking under them, voice going higher and higher until he was squeaking. Gasping for air. Finn was grinning, and Puck started glaring, not wanting Finn to have all the fun.

Puck bit his lip, concentrating the way Finn had in his search. Finally after a few long minutes of searching, Puck's fingers brushed against it and Kurt let out a squeal and his whole body jerked. Puck bit his shoulder as a silent, stern warning for him to stop moving before he repeated the action and then, slowly, so slowly, slid a third finger inside.

Kurt went silent, body jerking, the muscles in his ass fluttering weakly around the fingers pushing into him. Puck grinned ferally, knowing exactly why Kurt had gone quiet, even if Finn didn't seem to get it. The quarterback was still fingerfucking Kurt, probably thinking of the mailman if the look of concentration was anything to go by.

Puck nudged Finn with his shoulder, raising an eyebrow and hoping his idiot friend got the message. Finn grinned, grabbing the lube and snapping open the top and drizzling more over Kurt's ass. He slid another long finger inside, watching Kurt's hips twitch, his toes curling as a low mewling cry worked it's self from his throat.

Puck's lips curled upward before his free hand curled around Finn's wrist and gently coaxed him to stop while he watched Kurt slide limply against the mattress, sobbing quietly into his pillow. Finn gave him a look but all Puck had to do was tilt his chin in Kurt's direction and Finn nodded as he realized why Puck had stopped him. Okay, maybe sometimes Finn's idiocy was adorable. But only sometimes.

"Let him rest for a minute. We don't wanna break him." Puck's voice was quiet, running a finger down Kurt's spine, the gleek twitching and stifling a whimper.

Finn nodded, tracing a finger gently over Kurt's ass, seemingly unable to keep himself from sliding his index finger into Kurt all the way to the knuckle.

The gleek whimpered, arching back as Finn slowly worked his finger back in, pulling out and then pushing in slowly. It was mesmerizing, watching Kurt's abused hole swallow up Finn's long slim finger. The quarter back pushed another in, and Puck could feel himself growing hard again as Kurt groaned, the sound guttural in his throat, body jerking as Finn moved his fingers in quick little thrusts.

"Maybe you should stop..." Puck ventured out, not wanting to give Kurt more than he could handle.

"N-no..." Kurt's voice was a quivering mess, and weak and raspy, but nothing had ever sounded so hot. "Keep going." Puck could only gape at Kurt, wanting nothing more than to shove him down into the mattress and pound his ass until he begged for mercy.

Puck noticed Finn's eyes lift from watching Kurt over to the gym bag near the bed and then his eyes flickered to Puck. Puck knew what was in the bag, and without leaving the bed he reached over and pulled it up and onto the bed, unzipping it for Finn.

Finn leaned over and kissed Puck chastely on the mouth before prodding around in the bag and pulling out a vibrator, it was blue, and like the rabbit ones Puck had used on a few MILFs, except the little 'ears' on this one seemed to be adjustable. Puck's eyes moved to look at Kurt's face, which was was screwed up in a look of lost pleasure. Finn withdrew his teasing finger and Kurt whimpered, high and desperate and Finn smirked.

After drizzling a sufficient amount of lube onto the vibator, Finn pushed the toy into Kurt, Puck noted how his breathing hitched and his whole body went still, his fingers clutching at the small chain that hung between the cuffs. His eyes flickered back to Finn, who twisted the toy slightly before stopping.

There was a moment when all was still, and Puck wondered if that was all they were going to do. Then there was a loud howl and Kurt whole body jerked twice, and Puck knew Finn had turned the toy on.

Kurt was squirming, but in a very rhythmic way, Puck narrowing his eyes as he noticed the fact that Kurt's hands were very slowly snaking their way downwards, moving underneath his body. The jock moved quickly, resting a hand on the small of Kurt's back, pinning his hips to the bed. The other hand slipping under the gleek to grab his wrists, still handcuffed together. It was interesting to note that Kurt's fingers had nearly wrapped around his cock before Puck had caught on to what he had been doing.

"Hummel.....I thought we told you not to touch your cock."

"You.....you said I couldn't come..nrrrrgh....you didn't say I couldn't ahhh, ahhhhh....oh God." Puck looked back to where Finn was adjusting the rabbit ears to press directly onto Kurt's perineum, wiggling the vibrator just enough to let Kurt feel it was moving.

"Finn, help me a second," Puck called, surprised at how raspy his voice had gotten.

Finn looked up from his handiwork and after a few moments, they had managed to maneouver Kurt on the bed so he was much more in the middle. Puck slid onto the bed, kneeling in front of Kurt. His hand weaved into Kurt's hair and with a simple tug, Kurt was opening his mouth and taking Puck inside.

Puck cursed softly, gripping the back of Kurt's head and thrusting in and out of his mouth, every so often he would pull all the way out of Kurt's mouth, enjoying the vulgar slurping at the way Kurt would scramble to lick at the head.

"Ah-ah," Puck taunted.

One of his hands gripped a chunk of hair at the base of Kurt's neck and the other wrapped around his own cock, stroking it with a long, slow hiss and fully intent on making Kurt watch and wear his come.

Kurt kept straining towards Puck, he'd shudder every so often whenever Finn did something extra with the vibrator, mewling and whimpering. The jock snickered at the writhing boy at his fingertips. His eyes, normally scathing, were huge, pupils blown. Milk white skin flushed and dewed with sweat, mouth shifting from a snarl to a whimpering sob. Puck had never thought himself an addict, but seeing Kurt like this was like a drug, and he needed it.

It was the thought of doing this again, and again, when ever he wanted that pushed Puck into climax, groaning and thrusting into his hand. Come roping out onto Kurt's face. The gleek shutting his eyes and moaning low and deep, hips arching as high as they would go in his current position.

Puck twisted his hands in Kurt's hair, lifting Kurt's head to swipe his tongue over Kurt's cheek in a swift motion and tasting himself. Kurt whimpered a little, his own peeking out to swipe over his swollen, red lips.

"You're so beautiful like this, all dirtied like a slut with my come," Puck breathed out, mouth pressing against Kurt's ear, smirking in delight at the shiver and breathy whimper it produced. Puck's eyes lifted to Finn, who in his concentration still looked needy, and then looked to Kurt. "Do you want more, little slut?"

Kurt could only whimper and Puck moved, crawling down the bed to Finn and grasping the base of the toy before jutting his chin in the direction of Kurt's face.

Finn got into position, but rather then take a chance with Kurt's mouth which was alternating between gritted teeth and shuddering open mouthed whimpers he simply licked his palm and set a hard fast pace. Twisting his wrist and squeezing himself the way he knew was guaranteed to bring himself to a quick finish.

Kurt squeezed his eyes shut as Finn came on his face, breath hitching as he felt the knot at the base of his spine tighten further, the fluttering in his stomach signaling the onset of further torture. Puck grinned, noticing the way Kurt began to tense, his eyes flicking to the vibrator. He cocked his head to the side, noticing for the first time numbers written above the small black dial. There was an arrow pointed at '3' but the numbers went up to '5'.

His smile flickered into something sinister, and he gently turned the dial, wondering when the gleek would start to feel the stronger vibrations.

Kurt's eyes went wide as soon as he realized what Puck had done and he squealed, his eyes squeezed shut as the painful pleasure shot up his spine. He tried to open his mouth to say something, but no words would come, his voice was breaking in high pitched squeals that almost sounded like he was in pain.

White flashed in front of his eyes and his trembling hands scratched at the bedding as tears finally coursed their way down his cheeks and he managed a shuddering sob. His body wouldn't stop shaking and he couldn't stop crying even as he buried his face in the pillow and bit down. He shook, a quivering mess on the bed as he tried to curl away from Puck and the invading pleasure. Turning his face on the pillow, still shaking, he managed one word: stop.

"Hudson.....shut him up." Puck smirked as Finn clapped a hand over Kurt's mouth, leaving his nose free for fear of suffocating the gleek. Puck licked his lips, noticing that while the 'ear' portion of the vibrator had it's own separate dial, it also had numbers, something he's previously missed.

He twisted the smaller dial as far as it would go, then nudging the larger dial up to '5' and pressed a hand onto Kurt's hip, keeping the gleek steady as he started working the vibrator in a circular motion. Kurt's screams were muffled by Finn's large hands, the gleek was nearly seizing. Puck tightened his grip on the pale skin, knowing he was leaving bruises and unable to care.

There was a little voice at the back of his mind telling him he was an utter bastard for doing this, pushing the gleek to this point. And though he knew it was true, he was too entranced to stop. He'd heard of people being driven mindless by lust, but this was the first time he'd seen it. Kurt gave one last loud sobbing cry and went limp, muscles still twitching.

Finn looked up at Puck, eyes wide with fear. "I think we broke him."

"He just passed out," Puck assured. Turning off the toy and slowly withdrawing it from Kurt. He gently turned Kurt onto his back and asked Finn to get a warm cloth. While Finn was gone, Puck removed the cuffs from around Kurt's wrists, examining the skin for any open wounds. Once that was done, he unsnapped the cock ring and gently covered him with a sheet.

When Finn returned with a warm cloth, Puck cleaned off Kurt's face - because there was nothing sexy about dried semen - and tucked the sheet in, noting at how Kurt unconsciously twitched when the material brushed his skin. One that was done he climbed off the bed and tucked himself back into his jeans. "Come on, let's get something to eat and then I want to look something up on your computer."

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"...don't think mine would fit." Kurt blinked awake slowly to the sound of Finn speaking. He shifted a little, the sheet sliding along his thighs and making him hiss at the gentle sensation that felt more like sandpaper.

"You have a point, I'll do it."

"Do what?" Kurt rasped, hand flying to his throat at the sound of his voice.

"Nothing Hummel." Puck handed Kurt a bottle of water, helping the gleek sit up, Kurt shying away from Puck's hand on his shoulder. He guzzled the water, feeling a little better. Finn was fiddling with a bottle of lube, and Kurt looked between the quarterback and the jock, not sure what was going on.

"Do you trust us?" Finn asked, looking at Kurt, who was slowly drinking the last of his water.

"I think I've shown that I have, why?" Kurt asked, his voice slow and tentative.

"We wanted to try something with you..." Puck ventured. "It's kind of a surprise but all we need to know is if you explicitly, really, truly trust us."

"...I guess so..." Kurt's voice was small and slow. Puck was kind of scaring him a little, but really, he was up for trying anything once and he was one hundred percent sure, if Puck was this cautious, that if he asked him to stop he would.

Finn climbed onto the bed, and slid behind Kurt slowly, he pressed a soft kiss to Kurt's neck, his hands smoothing down Kurt's shoulders to his wrists. He lifted Kurt's arms up and held them in place securely with one hand.

"I'm kind of glad we agreed that I would do this." Puck muttered offhandedly as he realized just how easily Finn could manhandle Kurt.

Finn settled against the headboard, helping Kurt slide into a position that wouldn't cause him to cramp up later. Kurt watched nervously as Puck settled on the bed, popping open the lube and drizzling it on his fingers.

"Relax."

Puck set the bottle of lube down, stroking a finger down Kurt's thigh. The gleek twitched, biting his lip and refusing to make another noise, fearing for his voice. Puck circled Kurt's hole, sliding two fingers in with no resistance other then Kurt hissing and attempting to kick Puck in the head.

"Stop it." Puck grabbed Kurt's ankle and squeezed. "You're only gonna hurt yourself if you keep moving." The jock's face was serious enough to discourage Kurt from attempting another kick. Puck pumped his fingers a couple of times, then slid a third in. Kurt shifted a little, not sure if it was uncomfortable or not.

"You okay?" Finn squeezed his wrists lightly and Kurt nodded, still refusing to speak even as Puck drizzled lube along his fingers and added his pinkie. Half fisting Kurt who was started to pant, toes curling into the sheets. His skin was starting to tingle again, the nerves still sensitive after his black out.

Puck's expression was pure concentration, not even stopping to shoot out a smart ass remark about how many fingers Kurt could take. The jock stopped to add more lube to his hand, and Finn's lips twitched. He snorted softly and Puck's eyes shot to his face, warning him silently not to say anything that would ruin this for Kurt who was leaning back against Finn, eyes shut tightly, mouth open in a silent 'o'.

Puck looked down at his fingers, shoved into Kurt to his knuckles. He licked his lips and shifted his gaze to the gleeks face as he gripped his fingers on a pale hip and started to push his hand forward. Kurt's eyes snapped open, he whimpered and started to shift, trying to sit up. Finn wrapped a hand around his shoulders and kept him still, making soft shushing noises.

The sudden silence of the room was only broken by the odd squelching noises as Puck worked his entire hand into Kurt who was whimpering. Tiny mewls he wasn't even aware of making. His hips jerking, eyes locked onto Pucks, unable to look away from the feral glint in that wild green.

Puck stopped once more to add more lube to his hand, working Kurt until his head was thrown back on Finn's broad shoulder, eyes squeezed shut from the sensations bordering on too much.

"I think he's ready."

Kurt slowly realized that Puck was talking, his eyes forcing themselves open as he gasped for air and shuddered against Finn. "R-ready for what?" Oh God, was that his voice?

Kurt really didn't want whatever he was feeling to end. He was stuffed fuller then he'd ever been in his life, his mind so caught up in the feeling that his jocks had planned this out, that it was nearly too much. His toes were curled and he was pretty sure he couldn't do more than buck his hips ever-so-slightly.

"This was just lead up." Puck murmured, rubbing slow circles on Kurt's stomach to keep him calm. "We wanted to make sure that you were sufficiently prepared."

Kurt barely even noticed the word 'sufficiently' leaving Puck's lips he was in such a haze. "W-what?"

Puck's hand slid from Kurt's stomach to his hip and he curled his fingers tightly around the bone as he slowly, very slowly, started to pull his hand free. Kurt let out a high pitched whine, even as his hips twitched a little, combined with a whimper of loss that made Puck smirk.

Finn let go of Kurt's wrists, helping him sit up and sliding out from behind him, the shuffling letting Kurt know that the quarterback was shedding his clothing at the same time as Puck was. Normally Kurt would speak up, acidly informing the boys that not folding their clothing was a cardinal fashion sin. But he was still trying to process what was happening.

It was only when Finn slid behind him again, wrapping strong fingers around the hem of his shirt and tugging it up and away, tossing it on the floor and pressing his mouth to Kurt's shoulder in a way that he knew drove the gleek crazy.

Kurt twined and arm around Finn's neck and drawing him into a kiss, whimpering into his mouth. Finn broke the kiss and pressed hot, open mouthed kisses to Kurt's neck as he took the lube from Puck and poured some on his palm. He stroked it over his erection before he gripped Kurt's hip and slowly pressed inside. Kurt gasped, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides as Finn pushed all the way in and made him whine.

Wrapping an arm around Kurt's middle, Finn gently guided Kurt to lay back against his chest and stretch his legs out to be more comfortable. Kurt shivered against Finn's broad chest and watched through half-open eyes as Puck took the lubricant into his hand and added a generous amount to his palm. He slicked his erection before inching forward and putting his hand on Kurt's other hip.

"Oh God..." Kurt whimpered, his hands bracing against Puck's chest as the other slid into him alongside Finn. He gasped for air before pressing his forehead against Puck's shoulder.

Kurt arched as best he could, trapped in between the two jocks, legs shaking at the full sensation sliding up his spine. Puck bottomed out, mouth sliding hot over Kurt's shoulder as the gleek quaked beneath him. It was an interesting feeling, pressed up against Finn so intimately.

The quarterback shuddered, his hips jerking at the pressure and feeling of Puck's cock sliding up against his own, Kurt hot and slick and tight around them. The gleek jerked at Finn's thrust, Puck growling, one hand flying to Kurt's hip to steady the gleek and keep him from moving, the other moving to the bed to keep himself from losing his balance.

They began moving, it was a bit slow at first until the two found a rhythm that made Kurt scream. As Puck would pull out, Finn would push in so Kurt was never left feeling empty. Kurt sobbed between them, gripping onto Puck's shoulders as he bit into the flesh of his neck, determined to muffle his noises.

"No, don't." Finn breathed against his ear, biting the lobe and wrapping an arm around his waist to keep him steady and pull him back. "Wanna hear how much you love this."

Kurt shuddered, head falling against Finn's shoulder as he let loose a litany of moans and quiet yelping noises with each thrust that seemed to hit all the good spots inside of him. His hair clung to his face, sweat beading and rolling down his chest as he gasped for air and tried to take in everything; more and more and more. He wanted it all.

Puck swooped forward, sucking his neck and chasing a bead of sweat down his chest before sucking on his painfully sensitive nipples until Kurt squealed and groped at the back of his neck. His eyes fell shut and he was lost in the sensation of being full, and strung out on pleasure, greedily striving to get everything - wanting it all.

Finn's hands were on Kurt's hips, keeping him still, Puck grabbing one of Kurt's thighs and hitching it up, changing the angle and scraping along Kurt's prostate every third thrust. Kurt howling out his approval and scraping his nails up Puck's back and shoulders. Finn was sucking a line of hickeys across the back of Kurt's pale neck, his thrusts quick and brutal.

Puck's were longer, deeper, sweeter by comparison. Like he was taking his time, dipping his head to sample Kurt's mouth, the gleek desperate, and whimpering. Sucking on Puck's tongue when the jock licked into his mouth.

Finn was whispering frantically, and Puck nearly snorted to hear the repeated mailman coming from the quarterbacks mouth in a desperate mantra, obviously attempting to hold himself together.

Kurt wanted to come so bad, he wanted to touch himself until he couldn't take any more. But Puck had said no touching... He clawed at Puck's shoulders, biting and licking, desperate to take his mind off the pressing urge to come. He wanted nothing more than to rub himself against Puck's abdomen until he made a sticky mess, but instead he just clung tighter and rocked harder.

"Please..." Kurt whined, mouth hot as he pressed kisses against Puck's neck. "Please touch me, do something, do anything!" He was going to beg more but Puck took that time for a particularly hard, angled thrust to his prostate, so he settled for a mix between a yelp and a scream.

Finn let out a growl, surprising both Kurt and Puck when he snapped his hips up, setting a brutal pace that had the gleek writhing between the two jocks when Puck matched his thrusts to Finn's. The two slamming into Kurt at the same time and making the gleek scream. One hand gripping at Puck's shoulder, the other gripping at the bed sheets.

Finn shuddered and came with a shout muffled between Kurt's shoulder blades, Puck held out for a few more moments before he bit at Kurt's mouth, growling and jerking his hips until he was empty. The sensations of two boys coming inside him was too much for Kurt, and it pushed him over the edge.

Kurt lay against Finn, gasping as his hips twitched weakly and he groaned. A whimper left his lips as Puck slid from inside of him, he winced a little when Finn followed, a little too sharp and too quick to be comfortable. He splayed against Finn, twitching as he tried desperately to come back into himself.

Puck smoothed a hand over his hip and Kurt jerked with a gentle whimper as the sensation jolted over his abused and frayed nerves. "N-no more." He finally managed to gasp, his voice weak and feeble.

"Are you hurt?"

"Can't... really feel anything..."

"Did we bre--" Finn's words died at a sharp look from Puck and he just settled back against the bed, looking satisfied.

"You want a hot bath, or something?" Puck shifted, never having had to clean someone up after using them so thoroughly.

Kurt opened his mouth, about to say that he wanted a break, needed to recover, but as he shifted ever so slightly, the feeling of the mixture of both Puck and Finn's semen running down the back of his thighs made him change his mind.

"Maybe a bath is a good idea." He tried to sit up only to have a hot bolt of pain run through his body and he squeezed his eyes shut, mouth falling into an 'o' shape and he hit Finn's chest with a thud. "When my body starts working again."

Finn shifted behind the gleek, sliding a hand underneath his thighs and behind his back, cradling Kurt before he lifted the gleek who squeaked and grabbed at Finn's broad shoulders.

"What are you doing?" Finn shrugged and looked over at Puck who stepped forward, smirking and pressing his mouth to Finns even as he took Kurt from the quarterbacks arms.

"Takin' you upstairs, Hummel." Puck glanced down at the gleek in his arms, half amused and half surprised to see Kurt blushing. "What's with you?"

"Nothing." Kurt snapped, his voice returning to the usual bite it held. Puck snickered as he stepped through the 70's porn beads, Kurt shivering as they shifted around his body, like a million tiny hands grasping and caressing.

"Seriously Hummel, after all that and you're blushing from this?"

"Let's just say you'd be a poor john, Noah, you run before you tip." Kurt snarked and Puck looked down, surprised at the amount venom in the gleeks voice.

"What the hell does that mean? I always get you off?"

"Nothing, forget about it."

"No Hummel, what the hell did you mean by that?"

"It means Noah, that you treat me like I'm running a service when all you're others aren't working out for you."

Puck gaped down at the gleek, stumbling on the last step and nearly dropping Kurt who swore and clutched at his shoulders in a panic. Pain dancing across his pale features before they were quickly schooled back into basic disinterest.

"....." Puck opened his mouth, about to speak when he realized that it was true. He went to Kurt when his MILF's weren't calling, when the Cheerio's had decided to be celibate this week, when Santana withheld sex over something stupid that he didn't even remember doing.

They made the rest of the journey in silence up to the bathroom. Puck settled Kurt in a stable lean against the wall not wanting Kurt to sit. He filled the bathtub up with tepid water and a few bubbles, despite Kurt's bitching about how stupid they were and that the ingredients in that stuff would do something to his skin. Whatever.

Once the tub was filled, he helped Kurt into the water and then flipped the toilet seat down. He sprawled out on it, not even caring he was naked, and then crossed his arms. He totally was not pouting.

Puck kept watching Kurt from the corner of his eye, noticing the way the gleek would wince every now and again, when he stretched his arms to scrub himself down. Puck just glowered, picking up the stupid froofy sponge thing and pouring some sweet smelling gel into it and scrubbed Kurt's back.

"Ow! Hey, hey! What are you doing?!"

"Helping."

"You are not helping by using that sandpaper on my back!"

Puck rolled his eyes, feeling like a chick for what he was about to do. He stood, somewhat enjoying the suspicious look that crossed Kurt's face.

"Scoot forward."

"Excuse me?"

"I'm gettin' in there, you're taking up all the room."

"Noah.....what part of 'I can't feel my legs' didn't you understand?"

"Seriously?"

"No, I was making it up to get out of walking up the stairs." There were moments when Puck was glad Kurt's sarcasm wasn't a viable weapon, because he'd be bleeding all over Finn's bathroom. Speaking of, where the hell was Finn. He'd just disappeared when he'd handed Kurt to Puck. Probably off playing Halo in his room like the gigantic geek he was.

Puck hooked his hands under Kurt's arms and helped the gleek shift forward in the water, pretending he didn't hear the quiet fuck that Kurt hissed out under his breath. He climbed into the tub, frowning at the lack of room between himself and Kurt, the water lapping at the lip of the tub, dangerously close to spilling over.

"Tight fit..." Puck observed before getting elbowed hard in the ribs by one of Kurt's bony, leathal elbows. "Ow."

"Puckerman, I swear to God, if I could move I'd punch you."

Puck just smirked, pouring some pink looking body gel onto his hands and slowly working it into a foam over Kurt's shoulders and down his back to where the water was. His hands sunk into the water, rinsing off before he cupped his hands together and poured water over Kurt's back. The slighter boy hissed a little at the intial heat and sensation of the water, but didn't say anything.

Puck found a small plastic cup sitting by the tub and examined it, it was clean so he filled it with water and was just about to pour it over Kurt's head when a hand grabbed his wrist. The cup jostled violently, but never spilled.

"Don't even..."

"What, Hudson's shampoo not good enough for your delicate hair?" Puck sneered, knowing enough about Kurt that he wouldn't accept 'nice'. The gleek huffed quietly, shifting a little before tossing a sneer over his shoulder.

"Get soap in my eyes and die."

"I've got a kid sister dude, I'm used to washing squirmy brats. You're not even a challenge." Kurt stayed silent, letting Puck know he'd won this round.

It was oddly pleasant, this whole half domestic thing. Kurt made little humming noises when Puck was scrubbing his head, nearly purring when the jock used his fingernails to scratch gently at Kurt's scalp.

"You could do that for a living you know. You've got better hands then Brett."

"Who the fuck is Brett?"

"My stylist."

Puck made a noise in the back of his throat and rinsed off Kurt's hair. Once he was done, he shifted around a bit and pulled the plug before climbing out of the tub and wrapping a towel around his waist. He helped Kurt out of the water and draped a towel around his shoulders before ducking out of the room and then came back with a pair of Finn's boxers and a t-shirt for Kurt and a pair of Finn's pajama pants for himself. He helped Kurt get dressed and towel dried his hair until it was fluffy, smirking at the ruffled look.

"Ready to go find Hudson?"

Kurt nodded and took a step, his knees buckling a little and he fell against the wall before pushing himself up.

"Seriously, Hummel?"

"I can do this. Just... hold on." Kurt straightened and managed two more steps before his legs went to rubber again, but before he could hit the floor, Puck was there to pick him up.

Puck followed the faint sound of television until he got to the stairs that led to Finn's room in the attic. He hefted Kurt who had begun to slide a little, the gleek making a soft sound of discomfort.

"You're really light." Puck commented absently.

"Ummmm...thanks?"

"You need to eat more, I can feel you're ribs."

"I'll have you know that I'm the perfect weight for my height, Noah." Kurt crossed his arms, though there was a small curl at the corners of his mouth.

"Man, you're such a chick." Puck rolled his eyes, stepping into Finn's room, the quarterback looking up from his TV, his expression stunned like he'd forgotten about the two of them.

"Oh, hey guys....."

"Finn....."

"NO...I SWEAR...I DIDN'T!!"

"You didn't what?" Kurt asked, sounding as confused as he looked, one arm sliding around Puck's shoulder as the jock just stood there, holding him like he weighed less than air. It was moments like that that made Kurt's stomach do more flips then any sort of sex could manage.

"He forgot about us, cause he's a moron."

Kurt just rolled his eyes as he was slowly set on the bed, Puck picked up a controller and signed on as his character, he and Finn selected the level Floodgate in Legendary mode. Puck shifted around until Kurt was settled in his lap and then grabbed the controller as he and Finn started moving and shooting at the enemy Covenant and Flood.

Kurt kept his eyes on the screen, slowly getting more and more drowsy, even as Finn started swearing loudly at the action on screen. The gleek laid his head into Puck's shoulder, he breathed in his scent mingled with soap and let his eyes slowly droop shut.

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A/N: Your welcome.