A/N: I read somewhere that there were a lot of people now days who actually text during sex. So it got me thinking… Rated M for mostly language and well, the usual stuff.
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Puck stretched out on the bed and put his hands behind his head, effectively showing off his hot body. Okay, maybe not so effectively, he thought, as his boyfriend just ignored him.
"Hey princess, come on over here," he said suggestively.
"Okay, Noah," Kurt replied as Singles Ladies poured from his phone and filled the room. "Just give me a minute."
"Really, Kurt?" he said rather frustrated. "We don't have a lot of time. My mom and sis are going to be back in an hour or so."
"I know, I know…" Kurt replied continuing to fiddle with his phone. "It's just Mercedes has something going on, and she needs my help."
"Well, I kinda got something going on here too," he said indicating his obvious erection, "and I definitely need your help."
Kurt looked over at him then and smiled mischievously while licking his lips. "Mercedes can wait," he said breathlessly as he joined Puck on the bed.
They had barely started kissing when Beyoncé once again interrupted them.
"Damn, Kurt!"
"Sorry," he said with a sheepish grin. He messed with his phone once again before turning back to a frustrated Puck.
"I'm all yours now," he said kissing down Puck's chest, nipping at his skin. Puck growled as he turned them over so that Kurt was underneath him.
As Puck kissed Kurt's neck, he grabbed his ass and pulled him closer. Grinding against him, he tried to emphasize his point… that he was more than ready, and Kurt had made him wait.
Kurt groaned in appreciation, and Puck finally felt he had the other boy's attention.
Which was why he was a little surprised when he realized Kurt had stopped responding. Puck was definitely doing all the work, here. He looked behind him to see what was distracting his boyfriend.
With one hand Kurt was once again fiddling with his cell phone which was obviously now on silent.
"Goddamn it, Kurt! Really?"
"Sorry, Puck."
"I swear to God, Kurt… if you don't stop texting while we are trying to have sex then I am gonna shove that phone so far up your ass, you will have to use your tongue to answer it!"
"Really, Noah, there's no need for vulgarity," he said as he sat up and concentrated on the phone in his hands once again.
"Kurt," Puck said in exasperation. "Who the fuck are you texting now?"
"No one," Kurt replied with a smirk. "Just in case… I'm putting it on vibrate."
