Title: Just You, Me and the Stars
Summary: Kurt enjoys moments like these.
Disclaimer: I only this plot bunny nibbling on my hand. Everything else belongs to Ryyyyan Murphy. Title is from Fever, by the wonderful Adam Lambert.
Word Count: 400
Characters/Pairing: Kurt/Puck
Rating: PG-13...ish? Some grinding. I can't write porn.
Spoilers: Nada.
Beta: None, all mistakes are m-mine. (cwidt?)
Author's Note: Plot bunny attacked me when I was in detention. Ta-dah?
Enjoy.
Kurt kicked off his comforter when his iPhone alarm sounded and tip-toed to his glass window, pushing it open slightly and shivering when the cool night air hit him. He stepped out, his face breaking into a grin when he saw his boyfriend waiting for him. He made sure to shut his window, but not lock it, so that he could sneak back in later.
"Hey babe," Puck kissed him softly before grabbing his hand. "Ready?"
Kurt smiled, "Always."
The two boys ran across Kurt's lawn barefooted, giggling softly and tugging on each other. When they reached Puck's truck, Puck laid the soft blanket they always used on the back of the truck and pulled Kurt up.
"Nice pajamas," Puck teased, lying on the blanket and tugging Kurt down with him.
Kurt scowled, despite his blush. "It's laundry day, okay." He wrapped his arms protectively around his blue silk pajamas. He could feel Puck's mouth turn into a grin as he pressed his mouth against Kurt's hair. They lay there in comfortable silence, watching the stars. Puck left a trail of kisses on Kurt's forehead, cheek, neck, nose and around his mouth, purposely ignoring his lips.
"Tease," Kurt poked him playfully, then wrapping his hand around the back of Puck's neck, pulled him towards his lips. Puck nipped along Kurt's bottom lip and smirked when Kurt let out a breathy moan.
"I missed you today." Puck mumbled against Kurt's lips, proceeding to lick the inside of his mouth. They were so close - he could feel the flutter of Kurt's long lashes against his cheek - yet, not close enough.
"Noah," Kurt groaned when Puck placed his hands on Kurt's butt, pulling him closer, their half hard cocks brushing against each other. Kurt ran his hands through Puck's mohawk (yes, he was growing it back, finally) and grinded against his boyfriend, moaning embarrassingly loud.
"So you missed me too, huh?" Puck chuckled softly. Kurt hid his blush in Puck's neck and closed his eyes, letting the cool night air brush softly against his neck. Puck reached down and twined Kurt's fingers around his, then brought their clasped hands up to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to it.
This, Kurt thought. Just this.
So what'd you guys think? Was the ending too abrupt? I couldn't bring myself to write porn when they were having a ~moment~, sorry haha.
Review, bbs! xx