Disclaimer: If I was Ryan Murphy, Glee would just keep going as it is. Fuck you, progressing timeline!
Warnings: Top!Kurt, bottom!Puck, dom/sub, language, whatever else comes into my twisted mind, and slightly changed writing style, as it's been a while and I'm not really sure just how I wrote the first bit
"MEL! Where's my shirt?" Puck bellowed as he furiously rooted through the piles of clothes lying about his room.
"What shirt, Noah?" Melanie Puckerman sighed as she snapped her gum, leaning against his door jamb and splitting her attention between his frantic search and the Vogue magazine clutched in her hand.
"My, my, shirt! You know, the one with the, the, um…Mel…what shirt should I wear?" he mumbled, defeated. Mel's eyes rolled almost painfully as she strode into his space. Slapping her magazine down she kicked a path to his closet and began to systematically search, only the lazy snapping of her gum showing how smug she felt. Puck sighed. Damn him for a baby who needed help getting dressed, but this was a date with Kurt "Mr. Sexy" Hummel himself, and Puck would double damn himself before he showed looking like, well, a baby.
"Damn, Noah, do you ever properly put away your clothes? No, no, don't answer; it's clear you do not. Here, wear this shirt with…those jeans…your studded belt…and these shoes. Also, wear the leather bracelet I got you last year," Mel commanded. Puck pouted…that is to say, his lip poked out in a manly expression of chagrin.
"I asked for help with a shirt, not the whole damn outfit," he muttered, even as he slipped out of the jeans he was already wearing and leaned over to pull the pair Mel had pointed out of off the floor.
"Oh God, Noah! Please! I'm still in the room, you know! How do you expect to keep a cultured person like Kurt when you strip in front of, ugh, everyone! You even stripped in front of Great-aunt Natalia, Noah, twice!" Mel shouted, snapping her arm over her eyes and scrunching her nose in annoyance. Puck laughed as he adjusted his package to rest comfortably in the rather tight jeans.
"I thought we promised not to talk about that, seeing as I was too stoned to know my name, both times. And, Melanie, darling little sister mine, how do you think I got such a cultured person as Kurt in the first place, hm?" Melanie's eyes widened at his words, and her eyes fell helplessly to his groin, even covered as it was while he struggled to lace his boots.
"You've fucked him already? Why would he let you do that?" She yelled as Puck checked in the mirror to make sure his shirt was in place was in place. Then he strapped on the leather bracelet and smirked at his sister by way of the mirror.
"Why wouldn't he let me do that? C'mon, sis, I'm Puckasaurus!" he boasted as he walked out of the room and down the stairs. Mel opened her mouth to speak, but just then, a horn blew outside the house, and Puck quickly opened the door and stared walking out to idling Navigator.
"…And who said it was me fucking him, huh?" he threw back over his shoulder as he hopped smartly into the car. He couldn't help the grin that burst across his face as Kurt pulled out.
Mel, still standing shocked at the door, sighed and closed her gaping jaw.
"Boys!" she sniffed and marched primly back into the house to tell Brandy all about it on the phone.
"So, Noah, what was that you said to your sister before we left?" Kurt asked calmly, eyes following the Dr. Pepper that he was swirling smoothly around in his wine glass.
"Oh, nothing, really," Puck quickly muttered, trying to will away the boner he had popped as soon as Kurt had told him that due to overbooking at Breadstix, they'd be having their date alone at the Hudmel house. So far, the whole "willing away" thing wasn't going so well.
"Noah…" Kurt murmured warningly, eyes still infuriatingly glued to his beverage. Puck moaned under his breath and crossed his legs. Damn, now he looked like a fucking girl with wet panties on a date with her crush. Ugh!
"Well, she thought I was the, um, dominate one in our, um, relationship," Puck finally caved. Unfortunately, Kurt still didn't. He cracked a little though, as his eyes dilated slightly and a slight smirk curved his lips.
"…Did she now? And did you set her straight, babe?" The usage of the word "babe" was all it took for Noah to realize that the mood had changed. Hehe, well, it looked like Master had caved after all!
"Yes, Master, I did," this was said with his eyelids lowered, looking up at his Master through his eyelashes. Master placed his glass down with a precise little tap, wiped his mouth daintily, and stood up gracefully from his chair.
"Excellent, darling. Now, would you like to go play with Master in his room?" Noah nearly snapped his neck as he nodded eagerly.
"Hm, yes, I thought so. Come along then, Noah-darling. We will take care of the dishes later." And Noah hurried up to stand and follow Master down the stairs to his room, closing the door behind him and feeling aroused anticipation coil heavily in his gut. He swallowed.
Once down the stairs, Noah immediately stripped, then stood waiting for Master's orders.
"Now, babe, it's come to my attention that you do not know how to pleasure me orally. Do you want to learn, darling? He asked as he calmly undressed.
"Yes, please, Master!" Noah replied enthusiastically, eyes glued to the apex of his Master's lazily spread legs. Master gave a husky chuckle, and beckoned Noah over.
"Good then, my sweet. Come and show Master what you can do," he challenged. And Noah, already crawling to his place between his Master's legs, was all too happy to accept.
Damn, but he felt even more like a girl, or, more like a slut, feeling the saliva pooling in his mouth as he just looked at his Master's gorgeous cock gripped firmly in his hand. He resettled his weight on his knees, and tried to parse in his mind the best way to please his Master with his mouth.
He started with gobbling the whole thing down like that last corndog in the world. Of course, being substantially larger and more sensitive than a corndog, he was a bit more careful, but still, he knew that the only way to break the ice, so to speak, was to jump right in.
Once the jock had gotten in as much as he could, he reluctantly allowed it to slide out with a "pop". Then he began the slow task of thoroughly licking each and every part of Master's cock and balls. The taste was not what he expected, as he'd been expecting, by observation of his various conquests, something either unspeakable disgusting, or unspeakable delicious. But it tasted bland, like clean skin, and a bit salty and maybe a touch bitter.
Noah was very much relieved that it wasn't horrible, but, in a strange way, he was glad that it wasn't very delicious, either. It made it seem much more genuine, more like he was doing this for the pure pleasure of his Master, and the only pleasure he would be gaining would be from giving it all to his Master. The thought sent shivers down his spine, and he quickly engulfed his Master's erection again.
This time, he regurgitated it slowly, and sucked strongly on the sensitive head. Master groaned, and then placed one of his perfect hands on Noah's head, threading the slim fingers through his mohawk.
"Hmmm, yeah, that's it, baby. Master's baby is a good little cocksucker, yes? Hmm, yes. Now, baby, do you want Master's to fuck your mouth? Remember, if you want it, you have to ask nicely," Master crooned. Noah couldn't help moaning around the cock stuffed in his mouth. He pulled his head off, staring beseechingly up at his Master.
"Oh! Master, please, please, fuck my mouth! Please!" he begged. A cat-that-ate-the-canary smirk slowly curled Master's pink lips.
"Good boy. Now stay still for Master," he whispered as he tightened his grip.
At first it was a slow bobbing rhythm, and Noah quickly began adjusting his throat accordingly. But then he looks up, away from the neat sandy curls surrounding Master's dick, and was lost. Master's head was thrown back, a flush rapidly rising on his heaving chest, soft, wet lips parted in a gasp, and his free hand pinching his own rosy nipple. Noah couldn't stop the moan that vibrated his throat.
That seemed to be a switch for Master, and he became less rhythmic, less controlled. He tightened his grip again, and began to sloppily fuck Noah's mouth, with trails of Noah's saliva escaping his mouth and running down the divo's balls. And that was the end of that. Master came like a freight train, and Noah swallowed it like a tunnel.
"Hmmm, that was very good, Noah-darling. I would…help you out, but Dad and Carole will be home soon. We need to go clean up, and, later, maybe tomorrow, I'll let you ride my cock, okay, Puck?" And there was the switch. Puck nodded, got up, and got dressed and presentable. It may not have been an ideal ending to his evening, but then again, it was good for his Master, so it was good for him. He nodded to himself, content, and headed upstairs to help Kurt, visions of his perfect cock and all the delicious spots it could reach dancing merrily in his head.
He smiled. Next time.
AN: So, by popular demand, here is the sequel to Puck's Master. I hope it lived up to the first, and that it was enjoyable. It took me a while, but I got it done! Anyway, this is really pretty much all thanks to Don'tBreakMyHeartAgain for encouraging me, reviewing, and reassuring me that the story was much loved. So much love back to her(him?), you rock, buddy! Adios, amigos!