30 Days of Puckurt Drabbles Day Twenty-Six
Welcome to Day Twenty-Six of 30 Days of Puckurt Drabbles in June: 2012 Edition!
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NOW KISS.
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"Hummel!"
"Speeeaaaking!"
Kurt appears as ordered, swinging round the doorframe from the interior of the Berry's kitchen. He is completely shit-faced. Which, in Puck's opinion is all for the good since being shit-faced is pretty much Puck's native tongue. He does well with shit-faced people.
Puck grins, sauntering over and fixing an arm round Kurt's waist, nestling their bodies close together. Kurt smiles, rolling his head back onto Puck's shoulder and gazing up at him:
"Hellloooo..." He breathes.
"Hey sexy." Puck drops a kiss onto Kurt's forehead. "So." He lifts his plastic cup up in front of the other boy's nose. "Wanna tell me why you thought it was a good idea to spike my happy juice?"
Kurt wrinkles his nose, frowning at the half-empty cup like he's never seen it before.
"...What makes you think it was me?" He asks slyly.
Puck gives the glass a shake.
"Ooh shiny!!"
Hummel makes a grab for the glassy ( ... )
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Puck groans as Kurt's drink-numb fingers drag their hips close, rutting experimentally against Puck's erection now straining against his pants. Fuck. Puck's hands grab at the well-defined curve of Kurt's backside, pulling him close to do it again. Fuck.
"Fuck..." He breathes, and he feels Kurt's eyelashes flutter against his cheek as he leans back a bit, teeth pulling at Puck's lip.
Suddenly, the other boy cracks up giggling.
"What?" Puck glowers; but Kurt just presses his damp lips together and lets go of Puck's jeans for a second to run a finger down his chin instead. It comes away covered in golden sparkles.
Puck raises an eyebrow at him. "Hey look." He drawls. "You're catching."
"Hmmm." Kurt smiles ( ... )
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“What do you mean you can’t put them back?”
It occurred to Puck that he was shouting at a woman whose name he still didn’t know, because he hadn’t thought to ask when she’d first been pulled over to help and he’d yet to reach a point where being polite seemed more important than this. The words she was saying now, he decided, were the things to focus on, them and the fact that they were complete bullshit.
“And what exactly should I be putting back? We don’t actually have anything here that I could reattach.” She said it calmly, but there was a hard edge to her voice, like she was about ten seconds away from being a lot less understanding. Puck didn’t really care whether she was pissed at him, though; he just cared about whether she could help.
“So?” he continued, watching the woman’s eyes narrow without much thought. “I’ve seen a guy get every bone in his arm get regrown before; this is nothing.” And, okay, maybe he was still a ( ... )
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...I feel guilty now. Stop that.
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Puck grumbled, "About time!" He shifted to lean forward in his seat, glaring at the sorcerer. "You're sure this will work?"
"You're sure you can deliver on my payment?"
Puck rolled his eyes and nodded.
"Then it'll work," Kurt insisted, sitting down next to Puck and spreading the book out in front of them. "This spell will find your daughter."
"Awesome. What do we need to do first?" Puck asked, a worried frown creasing his brow.
Kurt smirked and replied, "I need the first half of your payment."
"The first half? How does that even work? Put in just the tip?"
Kurt laughed and replied, "Alright, more of a good faith payment, then. I want you to kiss me."
"Oh." Puck nodded, leaning closer to the man who was going to find where his daughter had been taken. "That I can do."
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