Fic: My One Life Stand (1/?)
Title: My One Life Stand
Author: alexandripearl
Rating: R
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Puck/Kurt, brief Dave
Genre: Flangst
Warning: AU, 2nd person POV, probable OOC-ness
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Glee or its characters
Author Notes: This unbetaed because I suck at writing to deadline (I really should stop signing up for things). Also, this is only the second time I’ve written these two and the first time I’ve done so in two years, so here’s hoping the characterization is, at least, somewhat on point. I'm posting this in chucks in the hope that I'll finish it. May I have a series tag, please?
Summary: Based on this Fic I Didn’t Write prompt. Puck had just wanted to help his roommate get over his latest heartbreak. He’d never expected to find someone who’d ease his own.
Word Count: 500
She isn’t pretty, but she is hot and she’s riding the hell out of you. You’re holding her hips, thrusting up into her plush, writhing body and… Oh, fuck! She’s clenching around you. Your eyes roll back in your head, sparks racing through your body until they explode like fireworks. Strains of “Auld Lang Syne” drift through the haze of afterglow. As your bodies cool and a drowsy heaviness fills your limbs, she murmurs, “That was a great way to ring in the new year. Thanks.”
You’ve been dismissed. That night you decide that you’re done with one night stands.
~*~
Giving up sex isn’t as hard as you thought it’d be. Make no mistake, it sucks. Your hand is no real substitute for the constant stream of partners you’re used to having. But at least you don’t feel like a used, discarded tissue afterwards when your partner inevitably turns away and falls asleep, the unspoken but crystal-clear expectation that you’ll be gone in the morning hanging in the air.
Now that sex isn’t your first priority, you realize you’re looking for something more. Someone special. Someone who appeals to your dick and your heart. Thirteen months in, still no luck.
~*~
Dave Karofsky is a sad, pathetic, self-deluding punk-ass son of a bitch. Because Dave Karofsky is also your roommate and you’ve grown significantly as a person since you graduated high school, you’re stuck trying to cheer him up after his fresh break-up with his latest girlfriend. Unfortunately, your attitude is something along the lines of “wake the fuck up and accept that you’re gay, all right. Gay. Capital g gay also known as really fucking gay. It happens. Stop fucking around with people you don’t want and get you some.”
Needless to say, it’s been a bit of a tense night.
~*~
It takes about an hour just to get Dave into the club. Another hour of drinking overpriced beers passes before he chills the fuck out. The sight of you full-on flirting with every guy who approaches you helps. None of the guys interest you though. You can’t remember the last time you were interested in anyone. You can’t remember the last time someone made you sit up and take notice, made you feel something real.
But tonight is not about you.
Tossing back the last of your beer, you turn to Dave and grab his hand. “Come on. We’re dancing.”
~*~
Dave’s a better dancer than you, which is good because it draws attention to him. It’s not long before he’s dancing with two other men. You dance away-far enough that you don’t seem like competition but close enough to rescue Dave if he freaks. (Seriously, he’s been a whiny, little bitch all night long and now look at him.)
You keep an eye on him until you’re satisfied that he’s comfortable before you head back toward the bar. The crowd shifts before you and, as you enter the newly opened breach, you see him. Hot damn is he magnificent.
tbc...
Author: alexandripearl
Rating: R
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Puck/Kurt, brief Dave
Genre: Flangst
Warning: AU, 2nd person POV, probable OOC-ness
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Glee or its characters
Author Notes: This unbetaed because I suck at writing to deadline (I really should stop signing up for things). Also, this is only the second time I’ve written these two and the first time I’ve done so in two years, so here’s hoping the characterization is, at least, somewhat on point. I'm posting this in chucks in the hope that I'll finish it. May I have a series tag, please?
Summary: Based on this Fic I Didn’t Write prompt. Puck had just wanted to help his roommate get over his latest heartbreak. He’d never expected to find someone who’d ease his own.
Word Count: 500
She isn’t pretty, but she is hot and she’s riding the hell out of you. You’re holding her hips, thrusting up into her plush, writhing body and… Oh, fuck! She’s clenching around you. Your eyes roll back in your head, sparks racing through your body until they explode like fireworks. Strains of “Auld Lang Syne” drift through the haze of afterglow. As your bodies cool and a drowsy heaviness fills your limbs, she murmurs, “That was a great way to ring in the new year. Thanks.”
You’ve been dismissed. That night you decide that you’re done with one night stands.
~*~
Giving up sex isn’t as hard as you thought it’d be. Make no mistake, it sucks. Your hand is no real substitute for the constant stream of partners you’re used to having. But at least you don’t feel like a used, discarded tissue afterwards when your partner inevitably turns away and falls asleep, the unspoken but crystal-clear expectation that you’ll be gone in the morning hanging in the air.
Now that sex isn’t your first priority, you realize you’re looking for something more. Someone special. Someone who appeals to your dick and your heart. Thirteen months in, still no luck.
~*~
Dave Karofsky is a sad, pathetic, self-deluding punk-ass son of a bitch. Because Dave Karofsky is also your roommate and you’ve grown significantly as a person since you graduated high school, you’re stuck trying to cheer him up after his fresh break-up with his latest girlfriend. Unfortunately, your attitude is something along the lines of “wake the fuck up and accept that you’re gay, all right. Gay. Capital g gay also known as really fucking gay. It happens. Stop fucking around with people you don’t want and get you some.”
Needless to say, it’s been a bit of a tense night.
~*~
It takes about an hour just to get Dave into the club. Another hour of drinking overpriced beers passes before he chills the fuck out. The sight of you full-on flirting with every guy who approaches you helps. None of the guys interest you though. You can’t remember the last time you were interested in anyone. You can’t remember the last time someone made you sit up and take notice, made you feel something real.
But tonight is not about you.
Tossing back the last of your beer, you turn to Dave and grab his hand. “Come on. We’re dancing.”
~*~
Dave’s a better dancer than you, which is good because it draws attention to him. It’s not long before he’s dancing with two other men. You dance away-far enough that you don’t seem like competition but close enough to rescue Dave if he freaks. (Seriously, he’s been a whiny, little bitch all night long and now look at him.)
You keep an eye on him until you’re satisfied that he’s comfortable before you head back toward the bar. The crowd shifts before you and, as you enter the newly opened breach, you see him. Hot damn is he magnificent.
tbc...