Fic: 4 Minutes, Part 7...
Title: 4 Minutes: Part 7: A Perfect Match
Author: Kaellite
Disclaimer: Not mine, if they were Puck would have claimed Kurt a long time ago
Warnings: Dirty talk and thoughts, and not just from Puck
Word Count: 936
Rating: R
Genre: Smut with fluff?:
Summary: Puck finds out he has met his perfect match, but perfection sometimes calls for patience
Spoilers: Kinda/sorta through “Journey” (but I’ve changed what happened, you’ll see)
A/N: And we are no longer in TV canon territory, not remotely..….
A/N 2: MODS, if you are doing tags for series, could I have one for "4 Minutes" wip? Thanks
Puck had his old Chevy outside and waiting at 7:00. So maybe it was a little before 7:00, he didn’t owe anyone anything, except Beth and Kurt, and that included explanations. Puck didn’t do explanations, now Kurt? Yeah, that’d he do. And soon, because Finn was stupid but he wasn’t brain dead and sooner or later he’d wake up to what he was sharing his roof with; a fucking angel on earth, or an angel that fucked. No way was Finn getting his hands on that. He’s just have to make do with something else when tits topped by an annoying mouth and ugly nose got to be too much; Kurt was Puck’s and if Finn ever doubted that, well Noah had ways of sending reminders, even if he occasionally forgot things himself; like what he was thinking just that moment, but who could blame him?
Shit, angel. Could you look anymore fuckable? What’s with the ribbon? Makes me want to untie it and undo a lot of other things too, that the point angel?
“Fuck Angel, I told you to wear something that you didn’t mind being torn off, not something that was going to fall off.”
“I’ll have you know this t-shirt is Alexander Wang, and the softest you could possibly find.”
Alexander Who? Princess you don’t need to know about any wang but mine, got it? But yeah, it’s soft, almost as soft as your skin, like how it slides off your shoulder, lets me do this…
“Puck?”
Was that a complaint Angel, might have to do it again, to make sure. Fuck you taste sweet.
“Puck!”
Not a complaint then. I like hearing you pant my name, goes straight to my balls. Feel that, bet if I took it out you couldn’t wrap your hands around it. Shit Angel, don’t do that, I ain’t Finn and I’m not coming in my pants, not even for you . I mean it Angel, stop stroking me, or at least let me get it out of my jeans. Fuck, we need to get out of here before your Dad comes out and..
Yeah, don’t want to die before I’ve gone to heaven, just let me put your hand back and get this thing in gear and…better, for now…
“Like that Angel, like what you see?”
“Mmmhmmm, you look good in black. It would appear that I’m not the only one wearing something that needs to come off.” No Angel, stop right …fuck, your fingers feel good. How the hell do you do you that? Making just unbuttoning my shirt feel good? You really are someth…
“Princess, you’gonna..” We’re going to have a wreck and God your lips, don’t have to tell you what to do with them do I? Wait, just where… “Who taught you do to that?”
“Stop being so jealous. Have you never heard of the internet and gay porn?” Well shit, of course I have Angel, I just didn’t think you’d…..Fuck and Goddam you are perfect!
“What else you learn to do Angel, besides make my nipples hard. And by the way, not bad for a first time, but you’re going to feel firsthand how good it is later, because I’m going to eat you alive Baby.“What else?” He kept one eye on the road and the other locked on Kurt’s pursed lips. Was there anything his boy did that wasn’t sexy? No wonder they were a perfect match.
“You mean beside my vibrator and my dildo, and if I’d know that they were no where near as large as you I would have gone up a size, or three. Let’s see, I’ve practiced deep throating with them, and the occasional cucumber and eggplant, I’m fairly competent at suppressing my gag reflex and I’m sure you’re going to taste much better.” Count on it Angel.
“Why did you do that Angel?” Because if you’ve been getting ready for anyone else…
“It’s fairly recent, the practice at least.” He looked at Puck as if to dare him to object to the porn. “Since you cornered me and we made out that first time in the classroom, as brief as it was. I knew then I had to be ready for my man when he chose to claim me.”
Your man, you got that right, Princess, all yours, every inch, and there’s a lot of them you’re going to take, just not yet.
“The drive in?”
“Don’t knock it Princess. Got a nice back seat, roomy enough to spread you out on. Oh yeah, Angel, we’ll get there, not tonight though. A angel deserves a real bed and all that crap when I take him back to heaven . Going to do that to you, make you think you’ve died and gone to heaven because nothing on earth is going to feel as good as me fucking you, then you’re going to be glad you’re an angel on earth because that means we can do it again.” See what you do to me Baby? I NEVER talked that way to anyone before, but fuck, you are my Angel, my Princess, and I’m going to give you a heavenly and royal fucking, like every day and night for eighty years or more.
“And tonight then?”
“Tonight, I have stuff to feed you, strawberries and grapes and things. After you’re fed, I’m going to open you with my fingers, get you used to being stretched, let you see that you can trust me Angel, how good I can make you feel, not even using my dick. Sound good.”
Yeah, Angel, suck on that nipple, I thought you’d like my idea for our date.