*Drum roll please… just kidding!
Well this is the first piece by request and it goes out the talented and sweet Kurtofsky4eva. I hope you like what I did for your songs.
Also, this is a two-part story because it tied in with a song I wanted to do anyway. Enjoy.*
Friends since high school, David Karofsky and Noah Puckerman sat in their usual seats at the bar after work. They usually met up at Scandals a couple of nights a week to grab a few cold ones before heading home. It was a good way to release stress.
David decided against college after, the incident (of which they do not speak), put him back an entire semester. He graduated with his high school diploma; it just took him a full session of summer school to get it done. At that point, he was fed up with school and there was no way he was going to college, no matter how much Kurt bitched at him.
So Dave joined the fire department. He worked his way up the ranks and now, six years later, was up for captain. This might not seem like a huge accomplishment to some, but to Dave it was everything. He had a job he loved and felt good about; who wouldn't feel good about saving people on a regular basis? And yes, it probably fueled his white-knight complex, or whatever the hell Kurt called it, but so what. He made more than enough money to support his family. He had a good relationship with his father. He could proudly look Burt in the eye, and he had great friends. Not bad for a kid that was so scared of coming out of the closet he almost off'ed himself. Life was good.
Noah, on the other hand, tried the whole college thing. He really did. It just wasn't for him, there were too many distractions. Kurt had been so pissed when Noah announced he was quitting school that Kurt even brought out the tears. Not the "I'm so disappointed, Noah" tears, or the "I'm so frustrated with you, Noah" tears, but the honest-to-god "You're breaking my heart, Noah" tears. Noah still swears to this day Kurt learned those from Noah's ma. Those two had been thick as thieves for years.
Instead, Noah goofed off for a couple of weeks until one day he was at the store and a kid started to choke on some candy. Some guy just rushed over and did some sort of maneuver (he later learned that it was Heimlich Maneuver) and saved the kid's life. It turns out Mr-Good-Samaritan was an EMT. Noah found his calling and decided this was what he wanted to do with his life. It also turned out that he needed to take some classes to get his certification, but at least he wasn't stuck in some boring-ass English class.
Noah loved his job on the days when they were able to save someone, but other days… well, they took a toll. However, he made good money so he could afford all the "amenities of life" (as he was told repeatedly). He was able to help his mom, financially, when she needed it, and he even put money away for Beth and Sarah to go to college.
As the two sat together, both on their third round, a song came on the jukebox.
"Oh my God, Puck! It's that song Fancy did when he was a Cheerio, remember? With Mercy?"
"How the fuck would I forget that? I had a fuckin' hard-on for two damn days! Plus, he was being such a bitch from that stupid diet Sylvester had him on so I couldn't even get any. Two words for you, dude: blue balls!"
Dave laughed. "I remember, I remember! You were almost as bitchy as he was." He took another swig of his beer. "Did I ever tell you this song was playing the first time I had sex with Fancy?"
"What? NO! Spill, dude, now!"
"Ya, he was helpin' me with some English paper bullshit and it came on his iPod. The minute I heard it, I got rock hard rememberin' that assembly. Thought I was gonna come in my fuckin' pants right there. Fancy, he's just sitting there typing away on his laptop, not payin' attention; I thought I was gonna die. So finally he looks over at me and he's all 'Looks like you got a problem there, Hamhock.' And I'm like 'Then maybe you should use that beautiful mouth of yours to take care of it.'"
"Holy shit, Dave. You're lucky Princess didn't rip your balls off."
"I know right!" Dave laughed. "So Fancy gets this look on his face and I'm thinking to myself 'Oh, shit.' The next thing I know he's on his knees jerkin' down my zipper. I think I blanked for a moment, but when I felt those soft, lush lips wrappin' around my cock, I was so done. That's when I found out he doesn't have a gag reflex. Greatest damn day of my whole miserable existence, at that point."
"Oh, ya! Blew my fuckin' mind when I learned that fun fact. Walked around like the fuckin' Joker my smile was so big."
They clinked beers in a toast.
"So he's goin' to town on my dick like it's the last popsicle on Earth, and I couldn't string two words together to save my life. He looks up at me and smirks. I didn't think; I just grabbed him and threw him on my bed and started pullin' clothes off. He started bitchin about his shirt and how I'm a caveman and shit and I just wanted him to shut up so I stuck my tongue down his throat. Next thing I know we're both naked and he's got this bottle of lube in his hand. I had no fuckin' clue where it came from! So he's all since it's my first time he's just gonna prep himself so he doesn't have to teach me. Blew my mind, dude. I was sitting there with Kurt Freakin' Hummel and he's got his fingers deep inside himself and all I could do is stare and drool."
"Tell me about it, dude. I love it when he gets all bossy in the bedroom like that."
Dave snorted. "You're so fuckin' whipped, dude."
"Fuck you, Dave. You're no better." Noah raised an eyebrow at him. "Just finish your story."
"Okay, okay! So when he's ready, he says 'I've been waiting a long time to fuck you Dave.' I'm like, 'What the fuck?' 'Why am I just learnin' this now?' Then he climbs into my lap and grabs my dick. All I could do was moan. He drops himself down on me and I'm pretty sure my eyes rolled back into my head. He was so warm and tight and felt like he was squeezing my dick with his muscles."
"It's all those exercises Sylvester made him do. I swear half the time I didn't know if I wanted to hug that woman or punch her." Noah chuckled.
"HA! Then Fancy starts movin' faster and faster. And that mouth… dude, no words sometimes, no words. That mouth latches onto me and he starts moaning these delicious sounds. My hips arch up and I must have hit his prostate 'cause the next thing I know he is screaming my name and shooting more cum on me than I've ever seen before. That was it; I lost it. I grabbed his hips, slammed home and let go. Shit, I think I shot so hard I passed out. 'Cause the next thing I know Fancy's dropping all these little kisses and those kitten licks he does all over me and then he's got a cool cloth and he's cleaning my chest and my cock. I swear there have been a few times since then, that have come close, but that time, shit that time, will always be my favorite. All because of that fuckin' song and now I still get a damn hard-on every time I hear it." Dave looked down and laughed to himself.
They sat in silence just listening for a moment.
"Ya, his ass looked the best in that uniform. I still jerk off to that picture sometimes." Puck groaned and finished his beer.
"Naw, man, it's his lips… don't you remember? He kept licking his lips but with the microphone in the way it looked like he was licking that. My mind just kept imaging those pink, soft lips wrapped around my dick. I'm pretty sure I drooled through that whole assembly." Dave sighed and downed his beer.
"You wanna another one?" Puck asked.
"Ya, might as well. You off tomorrow, right?"
"Yup, you better be too." Puck raised his eyebrow at Dave.
"I am! I even told them not to page me. I like my balls, dude; I'm not goin' anywhere near work tomorrow." Dave grinned at him.
"Dude! Stop bringing up last year! There was nothin' I could do. How many damn times do I have to apologize?"
Dave laughed. "I know man, I know. I really felt for you though."
"Not enough to keep me off the couch though, jackass."
"Come on, Puck, you know I didn't want you there." Dave put his arm around Noah's shoulders and squeezed.
The next round appeared in front of the boys. Conversation lapsed but it was alright with them. They were close and they didn't always need to speak to get each other, they just did.
Puck started laughing.
"What?" Dave asked.
"Jukebox, listen" Noah tilted his head. "Remember this one?"
"Shit, it's Born This Way? Fuckin' GaGa!" Dave muttered.
Puck just laughed more. "I remember you sitting in the audience, next to Tana. You looked like a starving man at an all-you-can-eat buffet! When Kurt took off that sweater, wearing that 'Likes Boys' t-shirt, dude, you could see your boner from space."
Dave growled. "I'm gonna push you off that stool, asshole!"
"Aww, come on, Davey. Don't be like that."
"Sure, you can be all cavalier about it! You got to dance with him on stage while he was wearing that. And don't think I forgot you fuckin' grabbed his ass and kissed his neck right there in front of me, fuckwad."
"You could've joined in; we told you to. You were just too chicken shit. Don't fuckin' blame me."
"Whatever, Puck! God…" Dave groaned. "His mouth when he was singing! Every time he sings… that perfect mouth gets me every fuckin' time. The things I want to do to his mouth, ah shit!"
"Then you totally should've been back stage with us. It was the first time I let him fuck me and he rocked my world." Noah smirked at Dave.
"What? No Fucking Way! You never told me this!" Dave glared at him.
"Yup! We're back stage after the performance and everyone is headin' out and shit. I grabbed him and pushed him against the wall. I was kissin' his neck and biting his collarbone like he likes. Princess has a hand full of mohawk and is grinding against me hard. I wasn't really thinkin' too much but I'm like, 'Princess, you gotta fuck me right now!' And he's like, 'Really, are you sure?' and I was all, 'Totally! Like as sure as I'll ever be!' So he flips us around and I'm face first into the wall and he's yankin' off my jeans."
"Dude, weren't you worried about someone walkin' in on you?"
"Dave, I couldn't have cared less if the whole school was there. Princess was on his knees with his tongue stuffed up my ass, rimming me like my ass had the last of his favorite Chunky Monkey ice cream. I'm surprised the school didn't fuckin' hear me; I know I was squealing like a bitch."
"Shit, that's so fuckin' hot. I can just hear it. Man!" Dave shook his head in an effort to clear it.
"Princess gets me all prepped and open and then he takes my hands and puts them on the wall above my head. He tells me to be a good boy and don't move my hands. The next thing I feel his fingers inside me searchin' until he hits my prostate. My hands come off the wall and he stops, slaps me on the ass hard and he slams my hands back on the wall. Then he gets all deep and gravely in his voice and he's like, 'I told you to keep your hands on the wall, Noah. Not gonna tell you again.' All I could do was nod and moan. He works his fingers back inside and I swear I'm gonna cum right there all over the wall. He tells me I'm not allowed to cum until he says I can. Dude, total mind fuck! I can't even tell you all the sensations I was fuckin' feelin' they were so intense."
"I love it when he gets like that," Dave croaked.
Puck looked at Dave's eyes which were totally blown with lust. "I know, right!"
"Anyway, so I'm thinkin' my mind has left the buildin' when he whispers in my ear that he thinks I'm ready to take it now and isn't that the hottest fuckin' thing coming out of Princess' mouth? He starts to push inside agonizingly slowly and I'm just like, 'Do it already!' I must have said something out loud because he stops and grabs my hair then he's in my ear and he's tellin' me, 'Don't rush this, Noah. I want to fuck you so hard you feel me for days, but I don't want to hurt you.' Then I'm thinkin' THAT'S the hottest fuckin' thing Princess has ever said. He goes back to pushin' in slowly and I'm trying not to lean back and tryin' not to move my fuckin' hands and desperate for some friction on my dick. Shit was crazy, but crazy good. So when he's all the way inside he kisses my neck and he's all, 'Good boy, Noah, good boy.' At this point I would've barked at the moon if he would just get on with fuckin' me. He always makes me feel so desperate."
"I hear ya, brother, I hear ya."
"Princess starts this slow tempo, in and out, in and out but it's not working for me and I know I whined and begged, but he wouldn't fuckin' speed up. So I do the only thing I can do and that's shove my ass back at him on his next forward push and he groans so loud and my body's shaking and shit. Then he finally speeds up. When he's just about to shoot his shit he reaches around, grabs my cock, and tells me to cum for him. I did too - a lot. Then I feel him cummin' inside me and I swear I shot another load right then and there."
"Shit, Puck! Fuck!" Dave was getting a little out of breath.
"Calm down, calm down. Princess had that effect on a lot of people." Puck patted Dave's shoulder. Then he giggled, "Remember when we competed against that all boys' school?"
Dave just grunted and took another pull from his beer.
"Now what the hell was that curly-haired hobbit freaks name? Remember he tried to hit on Kurt backstage?"
"Who knows? Who fuckin' cares? It was probably something stupid." Dave chuckled. "I remember Tana texting me, '911' and getting back stage to find you holding him off the ground by his throat while he turned blue! Fuckin' hysterical."
"He tried to make the moves on Princess. I wasn't havin' it. I told him to get lost, but he kept comin'."
"Ya, the stupid shit didn't know you were serious until he was suspended two feet off the ground." Dave laughed so hard he almost spilled his beer.
Puck grinned. "I almost got away with it too."
"Bullshit! Fancy was so fuckin' worked up. I don't think I've ever seen Kurt that mad and I've pushed his buttons enough to know."
"That's true, you do… but he was pissed that night." Puck winced at the memory.
"He was goin' on and on about you using your fists instead of your brains… I'm pretty sure he missed Tana's comment about that." Dave was still chuckling.
"No, he heard it. After he bitched me out, he turned on her. You had already escorted sir-dorks-a-lot out the door. Princess said something about me and you being best friends with Tana and how he would never let Brittany get into the stupid shit we did and that if she was a real friend she would stop us once in awhile. Shocking thing is it actually shut her up and left an impression. She always told on us after that, remember?"
"Is that why?" Dave asked. "I could never figure out why she turned turncoat."
Puck looked at Dave. "Remember the first time the three of us had sex together?"
Dave nodded. "Oh ya! That was the night we were here, right? Celebrating Regionals or some shit?"
"Uh huh. 'Member that guy that was hittin' on you? He kept callin' you 'Cubby.' I thought Princess was gonna rip his eyeballs out."
"Woulda been a shame, dude had amazing eyes. Beautiful, bright green. Looked like sex on a stick. And his name was Sebastian."
Puck laughed loudly. "Dude, Princess would have your balls if he heard that!"
"Shut up. He was gorgeous, you have to admit that. No one's better than Fancy, but he came pretty damn close. And he smelled fuckin' amazin'."
"Ya, the boy was hot. I'll give you that. He knew how to move too. I remember him comin' up behind you when we were dancin' and he was puttin' all the moves on you." Puck chuckled.
"I can honestly say, if I wasn't so damn head over heels in love with Fancy, I woulda took that boy home and fucked the shit outta him."
"But… we totally reaped the bennies on it though. Princess was so worked up. I'm surprised we made it back to Casa de Hummel. I thought I was gonna wreck the truck when Princess threw himself on the floorboard between your legs and started his boa impression on your cock."
"It was awesome, dude!" Dave grinned.
"The best part was when we got home and you put him over your shoulder and carried him inside. Dude, you were losin' your jeans half up the drive. I remember thinkin' I hope to fuck Burt doesn't wake up and catch us. Then I started thinkin' I hope Finn does 'cause it would serve him right for being such a dick to Rach."
"True, true." Dave took another drink from his beer. "I think my dick woulda retreated into my intestines if Burt had woke up though."
"But that night was so worth it! Every fuckin' time I hear or see a train, I flash back to that night. I'm pretty sure that's why Princess bought me a train set for Christm-auka."
"Naw, man. That was me. I could see your eyes glaze over and your breathin' speed up whenever someone said anythin' about a train. So I told Fancy and that's what we got you. It's why I always play that Johnny Cash song whenever you have a bad day at work."
Puck looked at Dave with big hazel eyes. A sly smile spread across his face. "Dude!" He breathed. "This is why I love you, you know that right?"
"Of course you do! How could you not?" Dave smiled at Puck then bumped shoulders with him. "I love you too, goofball."
They drank in silence for a few minutes. Dave looked over at the other end of the bar.
"Hey, I'm gonna go see if we can get in a game of pool. You gonna play, right?" Dave asked.
"Ya, sure. I'm gonna finish my beer and then I'll be over."
"S'cool"
