Mercedes' Mates
NC-17
Illiandyandra
Pairings: Puck/Mercedes/Kurt
Feedback: I, like most authors, enjoy positive reviews. Constructive Criticism is also appreciated.
Summary: SPRITE =Lemony + Limony Goodness of the Smutty variety. What happens next after Puckzilla gets his Prey.
Author Note: I LOVE reviews…without them…I don't have the strength to beat back all the plot bunnies, and focus on my major stories.
BTW: I was Mercedes in high school…maybe that's why I like her so very much.
Challenge: I would STILL love it if someone would handle the other side of the original story(Puckzilla's Prey)…I like the title Prey My Rosy Chocolate A** (Mercedes PoV) or I Am Much Too Fabulous to be Considered Prey (Kurt's PoV) or maybe if I'm a good girl…I'll get both. (Yes Chelzi I'm still hoping)
Mercedes Jones had a secret. She wasn't as drunk as she had allowed Kurt and Puck to believe the night before. Oh don't get it twisted, she was drunk off her ass when Puck first came over and started dancing with her, but she got real sober real quick when Puck had started kissing Kurt. That was so hot it burned the alcohol right out of her.
She remembered every second of her night with crystal clarity. And she knew she would make sure it happened again. However in the sake of honesty, she had to admit that while part of her was really hoping for a chance to watch Kurt take Puck's cock in his tiny white ass, the main reason was that she wanted to be with them again. She actually felt a real connection with those two. Well she and Kurt had always shared a connection. There was something about that little 'gay' white boy that just spoke to her very soul. Puck, well she was just hoping that she wasn't doing the virgin thing. As she quickly changed for church that Sunday morning, she couldn't help but worry that she was making too much of things. She had heard her brother and his friends talking about girls too often not to know how guys make fun of chicks who cling to the dude who they gave their v-card to. She did not want to be one of those girls.
She thought about how to react Monday morning even as she sang in the choir and 'listened' to the sermon. During the benediction she reached a decision. Maybe she really was making too much of it all. Probably Puck was just tipsy and horny. She and Kurt can always say they had an unforgettable first time. They had been careful and responsible, so the memories alone were well worth it.
She took off her church dress and hung it in the closet, satisfied with her assumption and the heartache it would ultimately save her. Turning she headed to her desk chair to read. As she remembered the sensation of sitting on the hard pews at church, she changed her mind and headed to the bed. A nap sounded pretty good too. Laying on the bed, she was startled by her phone ringing. A smile crossed her face when she saw that it was Kurt. "Bonjour, âme sœur de la mienne."
"Oh…My…Gaga. Mercedes you will never believe the conversation I had with Puck as I drove him back to the Berrys to pick up his vehicle. I am still not sure how I managed to wait to call you until you got out of church. Oh My. This is just." Kurt rambled excitedly.
"Wait, let me guess. He said it was cool and his New Directions collection is almost complete." she said trying to sound as though she were simply joking rather than bracing for bad news.
"No. exactly the opposite, Negative Nelly. He said that we were going to all be together and that he didn't want me to try to hid and pretend that I'm just your BFG. Then he kissed me. Full on mack daddy type kissage, right out in broad daylight."
"Oh my god. So he's serious?" she asked. Still barely daring to hope.
"Very- in fact- and you know I would never say this lightly, as a heart attack." Kurt responded. "He says that he's going to fix 'the Karofsky situation' because he wants to have us both with him."
"So if he's serious…are we?" she asked quietly. She knew what her own answer was. But she was not comfortable trying to guess how Kurt felt about all this. Especially since he wasn't here for her to get a read on.
"Mercedes. I know you are worried about me and my sexuality…but I love you. This is just a different dynamic to that love. While I will admit that I prefer the masculine form to the feminine, you do have two very prominent attributes that the male body just doesn't have. And I find those attributes to be quite intriguing. Beyond that, I want Noah…you want Noah, and we love each other each other more than enough to interact and share. And allow me to reiterate, I find that I truly enjoy playing with your lovely breasts." Kurt finished slyly. "Now enough dilly-dallying. How do you feel? Are you willing to share Noah with me? Are you willing to commit? Noah seems to be. I certainly am. What about you?"
"Me? Kurt, I'm the last person who is going to rock this boat. If the two of you want me, I'm so there. Finding out that he doesn't want to hide anything…it's kind of surreal." She said her voice ringing with honesty and more than a slight hint of fear.
Kurt cut her off. "No Cedes. I don't want you to settle for us. If this is what you want fine we can make this work, but if you are just doing it because you feel it's the best you can hope for, or because you don't want to upset the apple cart, then Puck and I don't want to force you. Do you want us? Do you want to be serious with us, for us?" Kurt battered.
"I feel like I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. Do I want you both? Yes Kurt, even after everything that happened last year, even knowing how you see your sexuality, I still want you. And we've discussed boys enough to know that we both want Puck. So do I want to be serious with you? Yes. But there is a huge part of me that is just waiting for you and Puck to decide that you are enough for each other, and you don't want me." She sighed.
"Darling Girl, were you in that room? Did you not hear me tell you how delightful you tasted? Did you miss the fact that you drove me to the very heights of ecstasy? Did you not see how crazy you drove Puck? Well, I was there. I saw you turn the sex shark into your bitch." Kurt assured me.
"Well you, my prissy friend, you punked us both out. You were very Alpha, very dominant." Mercedes teased.
"Kurt giggled. "I don't know what came over me. There was something almost primal. I don't even want to ask how you've hidden that hickey."
"Not a hickey, two massive huge, state of Rhode Island sized hickeys." She pointed out with a teasing laugh.
"You are not alone on this dear. I've had to resort to using concealer." Then Kurt pitched his voice deeper. "You know that I will have to punish you both for these."
Mercedes groaned as her body flooded with pleasure. "Don't do that. You are going to be the power mad despot in this relationship aren't you?"
Even Kurt's laugh rang with sex. "Maybe. I must admit…I found it very exhilarating to be in control. I'm never in control. To have you and Puck writhing under me was….well considering my love of musicals and well the very Victorian era definitions of romance, I am a bit surprised how much I seem to be enjoying the carnality and sexuality. But now that I've discovered this…well side of myself, I have to say, I like it.
Mercedes laughed in her own indomitable way. "Okay…now deep question number two. What do we tell the parental units? If we're gonna be our and proud in our little relationship, it will get back to them. I'm suggesting a preemptive strike. Maybe we can manage to get them to, if not support, then at least not openly condemn and maybe even eventually accept it."
"That's not a bad idea. Maybe we should bring Noah into this discussion. Be right back." Kurt said putting me on hold before I could argue. Very quickly thereafter I was being greeted by Puck as Kurt connected him with us in conference call. "Mercedes just raised a very valid point. She feels that if we are not going to hide this relationship from our peers, then we should let out parents know before they find out from a secondary or worse, tertiary source."
"Kurt, man, I have little to no clue what that last part was, but if you guys want to tell our parents, we can do that. I told you, no hiding, and your dad is real good people. Plus with his ticker, it would probably be best if you don't, you know, let him get surprised by it." Puck said with surprising insight.
"Puck, telling our parents would indicate a certain level of commitment? Are you sure?" Mercedes asked carefully.
Puck let out a big whoosh of breath. "You've been dealing with this man?" He asked Kurt.
"She needs reassurance Noah. To be honest I'd like to know you, having had time for further consideration, still want to move forward with us in this relationship." Kurt said shyly.
"Look as far as I'm concerned, the two of you are mine. I culled you from the herd…and I'm keeping you. Since you're only willing to stay mine as long as I am faithful to you, I'm gonna try my hardest to be mature and committed and all those things Sexy Mama said I wasn't when we dated for that hot minute last year. Worse thing is that I'm actually kinda-scared…no worried…Puckzilla don't do scared, that I might fuck this shit up. Which would totally fucking suck cause this shit completely fucking rocks."
Both Mercedes and Kurt had to take a moment to translate that into English, before she remarked gently, "Well then I guess we'll just have to help you not fuck up."
"What do you need for, us to help?" Kurt asked his tone just as gentle.
"Just tell me in advance, hell maybe even in writing, what you want me to do to make this work." Puck joked.
"Oh we can do that. In fact, why don't we talk it through now and I'll e-mail them to your phone. You can have them with you wherever you go." Kurt said enthusiastically; bless his sweet, organized soul.
"Okay so first of all if you are going to be with me and Kurt…that means no more Milfs, no more Cheerios, no more pool owners, no more Santana, or Quinn or Rachel." Mercedes growled. She knew how women threw themselves at him.
"I can do that…but I can still hang with Tana and Quinn in a completely non-sexual way…right?" he asked.
"Yeah. They are our friends too, so we get that you'll probably end up hanging with them, but no kissing, no macking, no making out. Hands above the waist hugging only. " Kurt said stridently.
"Ok. Bet. But if Santana makes trouble, you'll come to me…ask me. I promise I won't lie to you, but you both know how Santana can be if she doesn't get her way. She seems to be up on Sam now, but that shit probably won't last." Puck said giving us his own rule.
Mercedes acknowledged that she couldn't help but see the reason for it. Kurt did as well. "Yes, we know how Satan loves to play with people's minds, especially where you are concerned. She is very possessive of you, even while she is encouraging another suitor." He said with a small laugh.
"But we will believe our eyes. So considering how good she is at mental manipulation, you might want to make sure that you keep all interactions with her on the up and up." She warned.
Gotcha. I'll make sure that there is no possibility for you guys to think the worse," Puck replied. "But I want the same promise. That boy Berry wants Kurt and Anthony Rashad has been feeling Jones since before she totted Coach Sylvester's car. And I know that temptation can be a mutherfucker."
"Oh so cheating is defined as non-platonic contact with someone outside our relationship. Cheating with extreme prejudice is cheating with one of the afore named people." Kurt summarized. "Next point of discussion…time for two. If only two of us are present are we going to set limits on interactions or should we all actively try to make time to be alone together?"
"I really don't think we should worry about this one. You two are going to need plenty of BFF time and if that time should include some 'playtime', I'm cool with that. Plus you know that I'm gonna be getting me some serious face time with Mama's sweater puppies." Puck said truthfully. "The only thing I can see that might be a problem is me getting some alone time with Hummel…at least until I can fuck Karofsky up."
"Noah, be careful. While I would absolutely love to be back home with all of you, you must realize if you get back into juvie, there is no way the Doctors Jones will let you near their daughter…that includes her big, pendulous, sensitive, sexy, chocolate mounds of happiness." Kurt warned.
Mercedes thought to herself, 'I have to say that while I'm sure that most feminists would be angry at how much these two seem to be enraptured by my breasts, but they are boys and I did enjoy having my breasts played with last night.' Glad that the boys couldn't see her smug smirk. "Okay boys focus."
"Do we have any other rules that we feel the need to stipulate?" Kurt asked.
"Well if this is going to be the real deal, then it can't be all about the T&A. we need to spend some time together that doesn't involve hitting it." Puck said hesitantly. A silence rang over the line. It went on so long Puck got nervous. "You guys still there?"
"Yeah." Both Mercedes and Kurt answered.
"But Noah, that was profound and mature." Kurt continued.
Mercedes chuckled. "Proud of you, Puck. I really don't think either of us expected you to be the one to point that out."
"Yeah, maybe, but I'm right; ain't I?" Puck said a bit crossly.
"Yes, you are very correct." Mercedes said, her voice ringing with pride. "So why don't we do like two conference calls like this during the week and leave Sunday afternoon as out no sex time."
"That sounds good." The boys agreed.
"So should we be together when we tell our parents?" Kurt asked perplexed.
"Maybe for your dad and Carol…but I think I'd better handle my parents alone. But be prepared. You guys are going to have to come to dinner." Mercedes warned them. "You will be facing the Jones inquisition and it could, and probably will, get embarrassing."
"Oh please, you don't know from embarrassing…just wait until you meet my Aunt Sylvia. She's taken over for my Yetta, God rest her soul, as the family embarraser." Puck joked.
"Wait, you called your grandmother Yetta, like The Nanny?" Kurt asked surprised.
"Man, I love that show." Mercedes chuckled.
"Yeah, so did my Grandmother…that's why she taught all her grandkids to call her Yetta."
"Oh, do you speak Yiddish?" Mercedes asked excitedly.
Puck laughed. "I speak Yiddish the way you speak African or Hummel speaks German."
"So not at all." Kurt said dryly. 'You take Spanish, can you actually speak that?"
"Just a couple of phrases Mr. Schue would shoot me for saying in class." Puck taunted.
Mercedes shot back, "Like what? I bet it's nasty."
"Of course it is." Kurt drawled. "Now let me guess. It's either, My name is Puck, you should know it, you'll be screaming it later." He giggled. Then lowered his voice in an approximation of Puck's Zilla tone. "Or maybe it's, your lipstick looks great…it would look even better in a ring around my cock. "
Puck's laughter rang out across the three way connection, making both Kurt and Mercedes shiver in their beds. "I know both of those too, but my favorite is actually, "You are a beautiful woman. You must have quite a lot of Jew in you? No…well would you like to?"
"Noah Puckerman." Kurt gasped scandalized.
"Hummel, you've seen my dick, quite a lot is apropos." Puck rebutted to Kurt's exclamation.
"Hell yeah it is, probably why I'm laying here on my stomach and church was a painful experience today." Mercedes teased.
"Sorry." Puck said sounding more than a little apologetic. "I knew I should have gone easier on you…but you just felt so fucking good." The way he groaned the compliment sent thrills of excitement throughout Mercedes. "God damn Mama, I'm half hard just thinking about it."
Mercedes pressed her face into her pillow and prayed that the soft cotton would contain her happy scream. She pulled herself together and tried to speak calmly. "Boy stop…don't start nothing you can't finish."
"Oh I might not be able to fuck you. I'm willing to bet that you tight little pussy is swollen shut right now. But my mouth and hands could make us both very, very happy even so." Puck said his voice filled with want.
Puck's words had not only affected Mercedes. Kurt's voice came in a whisper, his voice harsh and strained. "Sadie, are you already aroused? Has this conversation had the same effect on you that it has on me? are you imagining all the delightful things Puck and I could be doing to you if you were there now?"
She moaned low and long. Both young men listening to the sound felt their loins tighten in response. "God above, yes."
"Good" Kurt replied, drawing the word out. "So if I were to agree to swing by and help you to relieve all that 'tension' would you do something for me?" She worried her lip for a moment. "Stop biting your lip and answer me."
She cursed how well he knew her for a moment before finally agreeing. "Yes. And stop doing the sexy, commanding voice thing." She groused.
"Puck…I want you to take pictures of her every day this week at school. I want to be sure she wears what I pick for her."
"What's in it for me?" Puck questioned.
"You'll see when you see her." Kurt assured him.
Puck's hesitation was still evident. "But what if she wears something else?"
"Then I'll text you after I see the picture and you can administer her punishment."
"Bet." Puck said lewdly. "I am so in."
"I thought you could be moved to see things my way." Kurt said his voice smooth. "As a reward, Sadie and I will call you from her room as I am helping her to find her release."
"You sure like your euphemisms don't you?" Mercedes laughed heartily.
"Oh you should just be glad you know two cunning linguists." Puck teased.
Rather than respond to Puck, Kurt simply said he'd see me soon. After they disconnected Mercedes buried her face in her pillow and let out another scream of laughter as I kicked my legs up and down. Before she realized that any time had really passed, her mother as yelling up the stairs that she was sending Kurt up. The Jones parents had never monitored Kurt's visits, treating him the same way they treated him before puberty…the same way they treated Tina or Quinn. He came into the room as Mercedes scrambled to her feet. She was still wearing her slip, bra and panties. After church, she'd barely had the energy to hang up her church dress before her cell phone had rung.
He crossed the room and enveloped her into a hug, just like he always did…but this hug was different than any other they had ever shared before the preceding evening. Their mouths met and melded in a deep kiss that only got deeper as the seconds passed. as they kissed they drank in each other's newly awakened passion. "Good Gaga, Sadie." Kurt moaned, laying his forehead against hers as they both struggled to rein in their breathing. "Everything's changed. How did I go so long, the only male who got to see you like this, and remain unmoved? But hands to Alexander McQueen, as I was driving over here the simple though of you had my mouth watering."
Mercedes looked at him and read the sincerity in his eyes, and in the surprising bulge in his uniform trousers. She arched into him, her delight causing her to press her achingly hard nipples into his chest. Suddenly she had a thought, "Where's Blaine?"
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Blaine is sleeping off the remains of his hangover in Baby. Apparently we were not the only ones to go missing last night. Finn wasn't able to find him and bring him home last night. And since Rachel was also missing, my darling brother decided that discretion was the better part of valor, so he covered for both Blaine and I. when I stopped to let Puck get his truck, Blaine appeared all bleary eyes and confused at the Berry's front door with a pair of Rachel's atrociously unattractive panties tucked haphazardly in his pocket.
Mercedes laughed merrily. "Well damn."
"Enough about the Barbi twins." Kurt chided his hands skimming over Mercedes lush curves before they found purchase on her breasts. "These lovelies are crying out for my attention. And…" he pulled the toy from the night before from his pocket.
"Oh…I thought you were just happy to see me." Mercedes gave him her best Mae West.
Kurt wrapped her in his surprisingly strong arms once again, "Always." He murmured against her lips. He pressed his hips forward to demonstrate that he was hardening for her despite them both still being fully clothed. He grabbed her hand and pulled her to her bed. He pushed her back onto it and followed with a little giggle. He kissed and licked his way down to her breast. "There are my lovelies, my big, luscious, bouncing beauties." He mumbled before fastening his mouth to one of them.
He bared her breasts by pulling her slip and bra beneath them, offering them up to his questing mouth. As he licked and sucked demandingly at her swollen nipples, Mercedes could barely breathe for the pleasure coursing through her. He leaned back and pulled out his phone. With a sheepish grin, he dialed and admitted. "I almost forgot." He put the phone on speaker and returned his attention to his lovelies.
Puck reveled in the symphony of delighted moans and quiet, passion-filled cries Mercedes released as Kurt used her breasts to bring her to ever increasing heights of pleasure. He let out an expletive of his own passion when he heard the sound of the toy being engaged. "Fuck Kurt." Mercedes moaned as the thinner boy rested the vibrator against her pleasure center.
Fortunately for the threesome, Puck reminded Kurt of Mercedes very loud exaltations at her moment of orgasm, just in the nick of time. As her back began to bow in a sure sign of completion, Kurt rested the toy against her and used his now free hand to cover her mouth and muffle her shouts.
She came and it was glorious. As her body was wracked with wave upon wave of pleasure, she could hear the sounds of Puck as he reached his vicarious pleasure with her. She lay there, her body still humming as Kurt stood with a large bulge in his trousers and headed to her closet. She made a small moue of protest. Being Kurt, he knew exactly why she was pouting. "This was all for you, my darling girl. If you'd like to make me happy in return wear what I set out for you…and maybe in your perusing of the internet this week, read up on how to pleasure me with my lovelies." He said looking back over his shoulder.
Digging through his best friend and now lover's closet, he pulled out several articles of clothing from its far recesses. He quickly put together five looks that, while well within the school dress code, would show her lush, haunting form to best advantage. She started to rise from the bed to see what he was doing, but he stopped her with a tutting sound. "Stay there…and leave y lovelies out. In fact, play with them for me."
Mercedes gave Kurt a straight screw face and he just laughed. But she chided him anyway. "You know how I feel about self-love." She pointed out.
"Well I don't, so tell me." Puck spoke up for the first time since his shouts that they were making him "fucking cum".
The chocolate goddess on the bed sighed in embarrassment. "Self-love is, well it's a heat of the moment thing." She tried to explain.
"What she means is that she only 'takes matters into her own hands' in the dark hours of the night under her covers with no possibility of witnesses." Kurt elucidated for his shy girlfriend. Happy with the choices he'd made, he called Mercedes over and grabbed his phone from where it rested on the nightstand. "Good evening Puck…we are about to discuss fashion, so we will not force you to listen and thus be bored to tears."
"And I am grateful." Puck returned. "Sexy Mama or I know when you make it back to your dorm and shit."
"Noah, we really must attempt to decrease your love for unnecessary expletives." Kurt chided.
"Or we could just increase your tolerance for hearing me use them."
"Or we could leave all that changing each other crap to the birds. But Puck, I have to say, you cannot, and I can't stress this enough, can NOT curse around my parents." Mercedes chided both boys. "They think that swearing to excess is a sign of a lack of intelligence."
"Best behavior, I swear, Mama." He promised. "Kurt…make sure she wears something to show off her rack." He said as his goodbye.
Kurt laughed. "Well, Noah and I are on the same page all the way around this weekend. Now since you arte probably not going to feel your best tomorrow, I've set out a tee shirt and jeans. However as long as you wear the shirt I've chosen for you, I'm sure that Puck will still be happy. Tuesday through Friday he shall be simply ecstatic." Kurt gave Mercedes a sweet gentle kiss and then bestowed the same upon each of her breasts, as he tucked them back into her bra and slip.
She threw on a robe and walked him out giving him their usual goodbye at the door. Kurt called each of his lovers after he got to the dorm. They talked for over an hour, each of them marveling at what the weekend had wrought for them and wondering what it had brought to their friends. Mercedes and Puck, both agreed to keep Kurt abreast on the goings on at McKinley during the week. They had no clue how interesting the coming week would prove to be.
Not sure if I will continue this sequel...Let me know if you think I should.
Sorry if Others are mad for the new when I have others unfinished, but this was my writer's block buster so I thought it deserved to get put up.
Illiandyandra