With Burt and Carole spending the last two weeks in August in Mexico the only thing Puck really needed to do was ensure that Finn would make himself scarce for the weekend. Thankfully Rachael had taken care of that for him by dragging him to a four day leadership workshop that was supposed to work wonders for the future stars of America. All he'd really needed to know was that it was rumored that Trent Reznor once attended and Finn was sold.

The plan he had been putting into place for the last three weeks was finally coming together. He'd made all the right trips to all the right places and he was pretty sure he'd read every book Dan Savage ever recommended for the upstart BDSM'er. He knew that there was no way he could have been anymore prepared for this weekend. Still not even twenty cover to cover readings of 'Screw the Rose, Send the Thorns' could stop his hands from softly shaking as he set the beautifully wrapped box in the center of Kurt's bed. He knew he had to get this right. He gave the box one last look and prayed that he'd thought of everything.

The fact that Noah wasn't in last period or that he completely missed glee didn't really come as a shock to Kurt. He'd known that Noah was up to something for the past week. I mean did Noah really expect him to believe that Trent Reznor actually attended a leadership camp in central Ohio. He was a bit surprised not to have Noah there to see Finn and Rachael off on their grand adventure. The optimist in him hoped that with the house to themselves they'd start an adventure of their own. He tried to push down the disappointment as he watched his beautiful Navigator carry his brother and (gag)future sister-in-law towards the camp that frankly sounded a bit like a cult.

Well at least he could finally indulge in a completely uninterrupted bubble bath for the first time in two years. He was so busy trying to convince himself that he was actually happy to be spending his night like a fifties housewife whose husband was away on a business trip, that he almost didn't see the small box sitting in the middle of his bed. The silver a sharp contrast against the cream white of his bed. His hands were shaking as he carefully pulled the bow loose. They had moved to a full out tremble by the time he lifted the lid and saw what awaited him.

He nearly swallows his tongue when he see them. The package says it's an anal starter kit. The three plugs are small compared to what he's used to with Noah. They hadn't tried toys yet but three of his fingers were bigger than the widest plug in the pack. So far so good. Nothing too scary. He started to breath a little bit easier until he lifted the box and saw what was underneath it. It was nothing really, just your normal everyday drugstore brand enema. He is a forward thinking sexually adventurous gay boy, so he knows exactly what enemas can do for your sex life. That still doesn't stop his cheeks from coloring hotly as he imagines Noah buying this with the intention of having him use it. He breathes a sigh of relief when he sees the letter folded at the bottom of the package.

Hey babe,

I see you got my little present. I thought that this weekend might be a good chance to play. I know we haven't really exactly discussed scenarios but I thought maybe you'd let me take the lead this time. You know, be a good boy for daddy and all that. I have a few things in mind but if I take it too far I need you to say 'pineapple'. Like on 'Chuck'. You say that and all shopping comes to an end, okay? If you're with me on this I expect you to follow my next instructions.

At 6:00 I want you to go into the bathroom and use the enema. I know you're probably embarrassed about it but it will make this whole weekend much easier. Then I want you to shower. I want my boy natural today. That means you use my soap and my shampoo. That's it. I'll know if you try to sneak any moisturizer and this weekend goes downhill really fast. When you're done in the shower I want you to pick one of the plugs. I need you to prepare yourself. Just don't get yourself too excited.

By 7:30 I want you to be wearing nothing but the plug and kneeling in the middle of your floor. By your bed. I need to see your hands behind your back and your head down towards your chest. Then all you have to do is wait for me.

I think you've noticed that there's a copy of my latest test from the clinic. That's three clean in a row, for both of us now. If you want to take that leap tonight too just take the condoms out of the drawer. If I don't see them when I get the lube I'll have my answer.

If you don't want to play tonight that's cool. We'll rock some Mario and order a pizza. Either way it'll be awesome.

Love

Noah

Kurt rereads the letter four times. Then he bursts into tears. How did he get so lucky?

By 6:15 Kurt has conquered the only part of all this that makes him nervous and the warm water is slowly easing the tension from his shoulders. His hand shoots out to press the pump for his soap. He's just short of pressing before he remembers Noah's orders. The tang of Irish Spring and the citrus of Noah's shampoo fill the air. He's glad Noah requested this. He feels strangely comforted yet slightly turned on by the familiar smells.

By 6:45 he is standing at the edge of the bed, staring at all of his options. He picks the middle one. It's hot dayglo pink and makes Kurt smile.

By 7:25 he's exactly where Noah told him to be. He throws a quick glance his bedside table and smiles because he knows that except for a half used bottle of 'ID Glide' it's completely empty.

By 8:07 he's really nervous. He plays out all these scenarios in head about why Noah isn't there yet. He has just about convinced himself that aliens have invaded Lima and when they find his body all they'll see is the bright pink butt plug in his ass, when he hears the shuffle of converse across the kitchen floor and the soft padding of bare feet coming down the stairs. He holds his breath. Here we go. "Please Noah don't make me say 'pineapple'."

A small part of Puck thought that when he was faced with the real submission of Kurt Hummel he might not like what he saw. The truth was that Kurt's dominant nature was one of the things that Puck loved most about him. The sight of Kurt, head bowed in submission, hands locked square behind his back, was the most powerful he'd ever seen his baby look. Puck was unprepared for the thick rush of possessiveness that course through him. His. Everything in him cried out to claim what was always his. He had wasted enough time. Daddy was home.

The carpet beneath him was digging into his knees. His thighs protested being left in the same position for so long and he could feel his neck screaming at him for listening to what Noah told him to do. All of that was worth it when he heard the possessive growl that came from the foot of the stairs. He fought every impulse he had to look up. He was rewarded when he felt the rough, calloused hand slip beneath his chin and tilt his head back.

"Baby boy, look at you, so pretty. Spread out just like daddy told you. You gonna be good?" Puck couldn't help but smirk when the head in his hand bobbed up and down enthusiastically.

"Show me just how good you can be." Puck ran his thumb across Kurt's bottom lip, back and forth before plunging it forward to scrape against blunt back teeth. When Kurt moved to unzip Puck's jeans there was the tight grip on the back of his neck that told him to keep his arms where they were.

It was then that Kurt saw that Puck was only wearing the a pair of dark stonewashed blue jeans with the top button undone. Even in his current state he still thought "Very Brian Kinney". The hand on the back of his neck pushed him forward until he could feel the cool metal teeth of the zipper against the tip of his nose. It took a few tries but eventually he managed to get the zipper down with his teeth. The moan of appreciation that came from above him sent an unusually shy feeling running down his spine.

Once the zipper was down Puck took complete control. There was very little preamble before precum was painting Kurt's top lip and the head of his cock was forcing itself into his mouth. The shock went right to his dick and Kurt did his best to keep up. When he felt the first brush of Puck's cock against the back of his throat it took everything in him not to come right then. His fingers clenched and he felt his own fingernails bite viciously into the tender crook of his elbows.

Puck was hard and heavy on his tongue. He would force himself into Kurt's mouth as far as he could go and pause for a few seconds before pulling himself completely free. Leaving Kurt gagging and gasping. Kurt tried to hollow his cheeks the best he could but the force that slammed into him with every thrust seemed to scramble his brain. Puck seemed to grow tired of Kurt's attempts because it wasn't long before he forced both of his index fingers into the corners of Kurt's mouth, on either side of his dick. Kurt felt the pads of Puck's forefingers press against the inside of his cheeks, pulling his lips apart.

"Put your tongue out baby, yeah that's right. So close. Gonna..." Puck's voice trailed off as his body seemed to lose control of itself. Frantically, almost violently pumping himself across Kurt's tongue. Kurt felt his eyes roll back and his eyelashes fluttered wildly against his cheeks. When he felt Puck tense against him and hold his head in place he tried his best to swallow everything. But despite his best efforts some slipped from his lips and landed crudely on Puck's thigh.

When Puck pulled back he saw the wetness that clung to Kurt's eyelashes, his pink spit-slicked lips and the hopeful searching eyes all he did was point to the small spot on his thigh.

His voice was hoarse from his orgasm. " You're not done yet."

A tentative kiss was pressed into his thigh and Kurt licked the rest of him clean. But he was so focused on Puck's pleasure that he hadn't been paying attention to his own. All it took was Puck bending him back into a forceful kiss and Kurt felt his whole body tense. Felt the shock of warm semen against his stomach. His eyes shot open. Fuck! He wasn't given permission. Double Fuck!

Rough hands wiped themselves across his belly, gathering the evidence for his disobedience. The stinging slap of Puck's wet left hand against his cheek forced tears to his eyes and sent a feeble twitch to his spent cock. He relished the slick slide of come coated fingers across his chin and into his mouth.

He moaned around the four fingers as he was spun around and bent over the bed. He knew the moment Puck noticed the missing condoms because he felt Puck's smile against his back. Cold lube fell on his skin and he shivered as the slick liquid slipped around the base of the toy. Before long the toy was being pulled free and it was quickly replaced with Puck.

The sharp thrust was unexpected and the slight pain as Puck didn't give him a chance to adjust only served to heighten the feeling. It only took five or six more thrusts before he felt the warm rush of Puck's release. It would have sent him into his second orgasm of the night if it weren't for the tight grip that Puck had on the base of his cock.

A wet hand grabbed a large fistful of his hair, dragging him onto his knees with his back pressed firmly against Puck's chest. He saw the other searching hand grab the discarded plug. His eyes widened as the toy was pressed firmly back inside of him. He felt the dry drag of boxer brief being pulled over his thighs and the cool sheets against his sweat slick skin as he was roughly rolled into bed.

He sent a pleading look in Puck's direction and winced when all he heard was a loud tsk.

" You don't get to come again tonight. Tomorrow if your good... Maybe."

Kurt allowed himself to be folded into Noah's arms and relished the fullness of the toy and the fact that it still held Noah inside him. He let out a shuddering, shaky breath...

"Tomorrow, "he told himself. "Tomorrow."