Beautiful Boy
By Gayforkurt
Chapter 1
Summary: Boys will be boys and Puck does something that he will live to regret. This story is AU in that Kurt never left the Cheerios, Karofsky's not a complete douche and never kissed him so Kurt never went to Dalton Academy.
AN 1: Hi, folks, I'm ba-aaack! This is a fairly short piece that has been buzzing about in my head for a while. Now I feel like climbing back on the fan fiction horse, so to speak, and hoping you'll all enjoy the ride with me. Remember, guys, reviews are like crack to me!
Disclaimer: There is no way any sane person would think I have anything to do with the show. All rights are reserved by Messrs. Murphy et al and no infringement is intended.
His eyes changed colors when you least expected them to. Angry – they're the color of the sea, almost slate grey but with a hint of turbulent greenish-blue. Happy – there are flecks of amber embedded in the aquamarine.
Puck was glad that he got the amber more often than he did the grey, like right now.
He took a deep breath and leaned towards the plush pink lips waiting for his touch and watched as the thick lashes lowered slowly.
"Beautiful," he breathed just before their lips made contact and he smiled internally at the flood of pink that suffused the smooth cheeks.
Kurt inhaled when Puck's mouth descended on his, eyes closing and mind reeling at the thought that the sexiest boy in school wanted him.
The fact that they were plastered up against the wall of a deserted hallway didn't impinge on the boys' consciousness. Nothing mattered but taste and heat and Kurt gasped as Puck nipped his full bottom lip, causing him to open wider. The groan that came as Puck's tongue slid into Kurt's mouth was loud and echoed against the oblivious lockers.
Kurt registered it, though, and it jerked him quickly from the lustful daze that had descended on him at the first touch of Puck's muscular body against his. As it was, he put up a hand to stop Puck from reclaiming his lips and bit back a groan himself as Puck's hard groin pressed into him.
Kurt swallowed hard and ducked his head so that he wouldn't have to watch the way Puck licked his lips as if he could still taste Kurt on them. He cleared his throat but then looked back at Puck with pleading eyes.
"Puck, what- why are you doing this?" Kurt bit his lip, his eyes falling to the middle of Puck's chest as he waited for the other boy to answer him. "Is this… some kind of joke?"
Puck frowned at the way Kurt's voice quivered; he had never seen Kurt afraid, not even when those ass-wipes Karofsky and Azimio used to locker-slam him. Now he hated the thought that, somehow, Kurt was afraid of what they had just done.
He took a step back and tried his best to ignore the way Kurt was biting down on that lush lower lip but he knew his eyes were riveted to the other boy's mouth anyway. Shoving his hands into his jeans, he lowered his head and stared at Kurt, willing the boy to look at him.
To be honest, he didn't really want to tell Kurt the real reason he had pursued him from the gym, cornered him and kissed him. Somehow he knew it would be different with Kurt when he fell in with the other jocks' plan. Now he wished he had just walked away; proving his badassness by taking random dares was just so last year. However, he'd had too much to drink at that stupid party and now he knew he was going to pay for it.
Flashback – two weeks ago:
"Hey, Puckerman, get over here!"
The raucous laughter that followed that command made Puck roll his eyes. Why he'd decided to stop by this lame party that Rick 'The Stick' Nelson had decided to throw tonight, he couldn't say because he definitely could have found something – or someone – better to do on a Saturday night. Now he was here, along with the likes of the Asswipe Twins themselves, Dave Karofsky and Azimio Adams, as well as other members of the school's athletic teams.
Now football players rubbed shoulders with hockey players and a few members of the swim and track teams in the huge house on the outskirts of town. It was stag and, therefore, boring to Puck, but he understood the value of 'male bonding', as Miss Pillsbury, their Guidance Counselor, probably would have described it.
"Yo, Puckerman, you still the baddest Lima stud?"
Puck ground his teeth but kept a faint smirk on his otherwise neutral face at the question from one hulking puckhead whose name he couldn't remember – ugh, Ryan, Bryan, whatever – and shrugged as if he didn't care one way or another.
The ensuing catcalls and laughter were supposed to indicate camaraderie but, as usual, there was that undercurrent of cruelty that made up the fabric of life at McKinley High, no, in the whole of Lima, Puck felt. He slid onto one of the vacant seats and took a long pull on his illegal beer.
"Yeah, so what? Is there a MILF I somehow overlooked?"
That brought another round of so-called appreciation from the gathering and Puck only just refrained from rolling his eyes. He looked around for Finn, or even Mike, but it seemed most of the others had gone down to the rec room of the expensive house to play videogames. Puck didn't know how he'd got left upstairs with these idiots but he was stuck for now.
"No, no, dude, not a MILF! There's a Cheerio we believe you haven't screwed yet!"
Puck stared at Nelson, his eyes narrowing as he ran through the list of Cheerios from all the years and couldn't think of any he'd missed. He raised an eyebrow in imperious demand and then suddenly felt uneasy when Nelson exchanged a sly look with one of the other Puckheads.
"Nope, I think I bagged them all, even though it was a bit of a stretch dealing with some of the freshmen." He pretended to smirk when the hyena-like laughter erupted again but the silence that gradually crept on while Nelson smirked back at him had his stomach clenching. He just knew in his bones that, whatever Nelson was going to say next, he was not going to like.
Nelson swallowed the last of his beer and placed the empty down with exaggerated care before leaning forward, his hands dangling between his knees.
"Oh ho, that's where you're wrong, boyo!" His fake Irish accent did nothing but raise Puck's ire further but he played it cool, shaking his head as he scoffed at the idiot.
Suddenly, Azimio's voice broke the mini stare-down between Puck and Nelson, and Puck turned his head to stare at the huge black jock who was grinning at him.
"Not Hummel, you haven't. You forgot about him!"
More cackling erupted and Puck felt his jaw drop but said a quick prayer, thankful that Finn hadn't been up here to hear that statement. He straightened up and echoed Nelson's actions when he put his beer down.
Puck stared hard at Azimio, noting absently that Karofsky was also staring at his friend with a slightly horrified expression. However, Puck concentrated on glancing between Azimio and Nelson as if they were mad and then he leaned back, affecting a nonchalance he did not feel at all.
"I think you fellas took one too many hits to the head. Hummel's a dude, last time I heard," Puck said slowly, as if talking to people with the IQ of a wet rag. No 'as if' about it, he smirked to himself; these morons had never been his idea of friends, they simply attended the same lame school he did.
Nelson held up his hands as some of the other guys looked at him disbelievingly, wondering where he was going with this. "Hey, hey, the little faggot is barely a dude, the way he dresses… but hey, if it's too much for you, you can always back out."
Now, one of the few buttons Puck had that could successfully be pushed was the one that connected directly to his machismo. Just hint that something was beyond him and he would do anything to prove otherwise. Tonight was no different and before his common sense could even engage and tell him this was a stupid thing to do, his mouth was in motion.
"Well, now, let's not be hasty, fellas," and he grinned shark-like at the other boys. Some of them still looked a tad uncomfortable with what Nelson had initiated but most of them were grinning as if it was all just a huge game.
Nelson leaned forward and fist-bumped Puck before asking avidly, "So, how are you going to bring him down, King Stud?"
Puck felt a twinge of something but shook it off, taking up his beer again and swigging from it before replying, "Hey, I don't give away trade secrets, dude, it's just not done."
The clowns around him laughed and elbowed each other and Puck shook his head. His eyes clashed with Karofsky's and Puck was certain the jock was only pretending to laugh along with the others. His eyes bored into Puck's with a strange sort of threat but Puck simply shrugged it off.
Puck just knew that the very next comment was going to come from the large junior and yes, sure enough, it did.
Karofsky, his slanted brows drawn low over green eyes, stared at Puck who simply stared back at him challengingly.
"Aren't you afraid you might catch the gay, Puckerman?"
There were a couple of nods and hums of agreement from the others but before Puck could say anything, Nelson broke in.
"Come on, Karofsky! I know Hummel is your and Azimio's personal 'whack-a-mole'," he paused to let the laughter die down before continuing with a smirk, "but you know that's just plain ridiculous, right?"
An almost violent discussion ensued then amongst the half-drunk louts, some spouting half-understood arguments about what constituted gayness or gay behavior and Puck just sat back and tuned them out. What Nelson had said about Kurt had suddenly brought home to him the fact that he had just agreed to maybe the stupidest thing ever.
Kurt was Finn's stepbrother now and Finn was Puck's best friend, despite the rift in their relationship that had appeared when Puck had impregnated Finn's girlfriend, Quinn. They had barely managed to salvage their friendship but now that he had agreed to target Kurt for the amusement of this bunch of jackals, he realized he would be treading on dangerous ground.
He was about to tell them that he'd changed his mind but it hit him then that if he did, his status in school would take a definite hit. Nobody backed down from a challenge and maintained the status quo; it was an unwritten rule or something. There was no way he could take it back.
Puck finished his beer just as several of the other players wandered off to wherever, Puck didn't care but he realized he was left alone with just Nelson and the Asswipe Twins. Straightening up, he threw them a dark look before asking, "So, what's in this for me, Nelson. I mean, if I'm going to be putting myself out there, you've got to make it worth my while."
Nelson guffawed and exchanged fist bumps with Azimio while Karofsky kept a sickly smile on his face. Puck seriously wondered if he was feeling well; maybe he ate something that didn't agree with him, he shrugged as he waited for the red-headed idiot to answer him.
"Well, there's always bragging rights, dude. Better yet, if you make the little fag fall in love with you, your name will go down in history as the baddest!"
Puck was getting heartily sick of hearing the two morons cackling so he rose to his feet and shoved his hands into his pockets. He leaned forward slightly, his voice lowering before informing them, "I'm already in the history books, 'dude'," he said mockingly before staring hard at Nelson. "Tell you what, come up with a thousand dollars and I'll do it."
Out of the corner of Puck's eye he noticed that Karofsky had relaxed after his statement but he only cared about Nelson's response. He'd deliberately quoted a high number, figuring – no, hoping – Nelson would back down.
The lanky redhead simply scoffed and waved Puck off. "A thousand? Hell, I'll make it two if you can manage to get a tape of the 'consummation'!"
Puck definitely felt his stomach lurch and if he hadn't been clenching his teeth already, he would have had to because of the nausea beginning to creep up on him. He was sinking deeper into this thing and he realized, furious with himself, that he was just as stupid as these assholes around him. However, he couldn't change his mind now and still be able to walk through the school without being slushied by the jocks… or worse.
He wondered if he looked as sick as he felt but he nodded and turned away abruptly, hearing Azimio asking Karofsky what was wrong with him. He didn't stay to hear the big jock's reply but sauntered away, his heart hammering at the enormity of what he'd agreed to do.
Coming onto Kurt wouldn't be hard to do; getting the young singer to fall for him, too, wouldn't be hard at all. The thing that would be hard?
That would be him being able to look at himself in the mirror in two weeks' time.
End flashback – current time:
Puck took in Kurt's expression, marveling at how, in just a couple of weeks, he had learned to see behind the other boy's mask. To anyone else, Kurt looked simply curious, but to Puck there was anguish in the depths of the beautiful blue eyes. Anguish that he put there and now he didn't know what to say but he had to answer somehow.
"Why would you think this is a joke, princess?" Puck relied on his studliness and dubious charm to cloud the boy's mind as he slid one hand back around Kurt's slender waist.
Kurt, once again, pressed a soft hand against Puck's chest and shook his head. He didn't actually frown but Puck knew he was frowning on the inside; it was just one more thing he had come to learn about Kurt. He found it kinda cute that Kurt was so concerned about lines at his age. He never frowned or laughed a lot, Puck had noticed the first time when he started 'wooing' Kurt because of the bet. He had known the other boy for years yet had hardly paid attention to him beyond the dumpster tosses and shoulder checks. Now, though, after spending enough time with the kid to get him to lower his guard, he could honestly say that he genuinely liked Kurt.
Whether he liked him or not, though, was not going to get in the way of his fulfilling the bet and getting his two grand from that clown Nelson. He mightn't like the redheaded idiot but two thousand dollars was nothing to sniff at.
He looked at Kurt now and slid one tanned finger beneath Kurt's chin to lift his lowered head. He softened his voice to a seductive murmur, watching fascinated as Kurt's pupils dilated as he stared back at him.
"It's simple, babe; I have a thing for Cheerios and you've got to be one of the hottest ones on the squad." He eased his body against Kurt's to hold him in place as the other boy started to protest. "Nuh-uh, just listen okay?" He brushed a soft kiss against Kurt's mouth and felt the other boy's resistance wane.
"I know you're gay but I'm not; this has nothing to do with gayness and everything with being a babe," Puck murmured now at his most convincing as he held Kurt's gaze. "Have you seen yourself? Damn, you're hotter than Santana, boy!"
He felt relieved when Kurt's eyes began to sparkle and a dimple appeared in the soft cheek turned to him as Kurt looked away shyly. Puck turned his head back to him and then leaned down to whisper in one pink ear, "I get hard just thinking of taking this uniform off you… slowly… and I don't care that you have a dick, either."
Kurt's eyes flew up to his and he seemed to search for something and Puck held still and let him. Finally, Kurt's lips curved into a smile and his lashes lowered again. Puck truly believed that Kurt was beautiful; he had not been lying earlier and he knew one day soon he would have to think seriously about that development.
Two weeks ago, at the start of this stupid bet, he had not been nervous about trying to seduce Kurt. Kurt was girly enough and hot enough in his own right and Puck had simply had to tell his mind … and body … that this was just another way to get his jollies. He was Noah Puckerman and he was all about pleasure, and the fact that Kurt had a dick didn't put him off at all. He was an equal opportunity slut, somewhat like Santana, whose supposedly secret letch for her best friend Brittany was a source of amusement to him.
Kurt was an attractive guy and Puck also thought he was funny in a snide, sarcastic way. They both sat in the back row at Glee and very often Puck had had to stifle his laughter at Kurt's comment about the head of the Glee club, Mr. Schuester, and his penchant for both Finn and sweater vests. When Kurt was bored he would go off (quietly, of course) on anything from the other members' fashion choices to their musical choices.
Puck liked, too, that Kurt didn't back down when Azimio and Karofsky would corner him and do their Neanderthal routine, as Kurt called it. He was sure that Kurt had bruises from the various locker slams but he had never once complained to his dad or the school, for that matter, and Puck secretly thought he was kinda badass himself.
Now he enjoyed the way amusement made Kurt's sea-green eyes lighten and he dipped his head for another quick kiss. He hummed in pleasure as Kurt opened to him willingly and he sank into the delicious heat of Kurt's mouth.
When they had first started touching and eventually kissing, Puck had thought Kurt would freak out. After all, Puck wasn't known to be gay and he'd thought that Kurt would have been more reluctant to engage in their clandestine groping when Finn would leave the room for drinks and snacks during one of their games nights. Still, so far, Kurt hadn't allowed anything more than kissing and if Puck was going to earn the two thousand dollars, he needed to have Kurt on his back, giving it up to him willingly.
He nuzzled into the juncture of Kurt's neck and shoulder, feeling the smaller boy shudder against him, and whispered, "Do you wanna come over to mine?"
He held his breath as Kurt stiffened. This was it. If Kurt said yes, he was in the money. He had the camera that Nelson had given him and it was set up to tape anything in the vicinity of Puck's bed. If Kurt said yes, Puck's reputation would be secure, and if his gut told him – for the millionth time – that this was a bad idea, he once again ignored it.
He stepped away from Kurt's tempting body and trained his best bedroom eyes on the boy before him. He let one hand brush the slight bulge in the front of his jeans and he smiled inwardly as Kurt's eyes dropped to it… but he waited patiently.
Finally, Kurt's eyes lifted to his and once again there was that hint of fear. Puck felt himself hold his breath as he waited for Kurt's answer. He needn't have worried, though, because, after seeming to take a deep breath, Kurt answered him.
"Yes, I'll come with you…"
TBC
A/N 2: So, tell me what you think, folks. Feedback is always awesome.