A/N: Yes, I continued it. I don't know why. It will now be a three-parter. Thank you to everyone who reviewed. Enjoy!
Puck would forever blame his crush on Kurt on Super Mario Brothers. If it didn't exist, he never would have realised how amazingly cool Kurt actually was.
Of course, Super Mario Brothers was like that. It was revolutionary; it couldn't help making stuff happen. So maybe Puck shouldn't have been surprised that when Kurt came over for some fun and he'd forgotten to put away his old school Nintendo, shit was going to get real. Specifically, his heart leaping out of his chest and doing the macarana around his living room when Kurt's face lit up and he said, "Wow! Is that Super Mario Brothers? I haven't played that in years. Could we play for a while? I used to love it."
It had probably started before then, if Puck was honest with himself. They started a friends-with-benefits thing during that Glee project, and both of them were happy to work on the 'friend' bit as well as the 'benefit' bit. Losing his virginity seemed to relax Kurt a lot; he was still as bitchy and superior as ever, but there was a playfulness around him that Puck hadn't seen before. He actually laughed at Mr Schuester's terrible jokes and chatted to Rachel with almost no mention of the sequined cat on her sweater. Maybe getting Puck's rod in his ass had dislodged the one that was already there, who knew. All Puck knew was that he seemed less defensive and more confident, and Puck couldn't help but be a little proud that he'd had a part in that.
And Puck felt better too. It was fantastic to be getting laid without having to worry about girl drama he usually had to deal with; Santana's "We're-not-dating-but-if-I-see-you-with-another-girl- I'll-cut-you" bullshit, the cougars' "How-young-do-I-look?" whining, even the cheerleaders "OMG-now-we'll-be-together-forever!" shit. With Kurt, they hung out, they got off, they got over it. Perfect! Puck didn't know why he hadn't tried bisexuality sooner, guys were awesome. The sex was just as good, if not better then sex with most chicks, and Kurt got it. He wasn't expecting happily-ever-after or even for Puck to acknowledge him in the hallways. Have I ever mentioned that doing Kurt Hummel was the best idea ever?
After the initial (amazing) fuck, they'd met up almost every day for a week to choreograph their Glee thing and fool around. They usually managed to get in an hour or so of rehearsal before one of them snapped and tackled the other to the nearest horizontal surface, so by the time the actual performance came around they were pretty good. It was Kurt's brilliant idea to base their choreography around that initial fuck - standing face to face, wrestling for control, slow heat to frantic passion - and after his gleeful laughter had died down, Puck had agreed. They almost ruined their own performance on the day laughing at the open-mouthed expressions on the faces of every gleek in the room, not to mention Mr Schuester's expression of "I-know-you're-just-doing-this-to-fuck-with-me", as they swung their hips, threatened to take of their shirts, and ground together shamelessly. When Kurt screamed that orgasmic line, "Let me entertain you 'til you scream," Puck had almost taken him then and there. It seemed like Kurt had taken his advice; he sounded just like he was coming. Mr Schuester's barely concealed annoyance when he said, "Great, guys, but I don't think we can use that for Sectionals," finally broke them, and they'd gotten sent out of the room; their hysterical laughter had been preventing the other performances from starting.
They spent a lot of time laughing when they were together. Kurt's sense of humour was fast and biting, and even when the razor wit was directed at him Puck couldn't help but grin. Puck himself had spent too much time around cheerleaders to not pick up some bitchy habits, all of which Kurt mightily approved of. They argued, like, a lot, but it was kind of fun to try and outwit the infamously witty Kurt Hummel about the appeal of boxing or the benefits of fried chicken dipped in chocolate. And they agreed about stuff too, like how it was good that Coach Tanaka left because his shorts were an abomination for anyone with working eyes, or that Brittany had probably been dropped on her head as a child...repeatedly. More often than not, after they were worn out and sweaty and sated, they'd just lie together on Puck's bed or floor and talk and laugh for ages. They were totally not dating - you have to go on dates to be dating - but they sat next to one another in Glee and texted when they were bored. Not just sexted (although they did that too) but actually, honest-to-God texted. Like, conversations and shit.
Actually, maybe Puck should have realised what was going on when he deleted his file of hot-Santana sexts to make room for funny-Kurt texts. That should have been a big fucking give-away right there.
But he didn't get it. Not until Kurt's face lit up like a Christmas tree when he saw Super Mario Brothers and Puck's heart started a conga line with his spine, guts, and balls.
"Sure, we can play," he heard himself saying over the rushing in his ears. "If you're prepared to lose."
"Bring it, Puckerman," Kurt breezed past him, swinging his hips to move his checked-pants-clad ass in a way that made Puckzilla twitch. "I may be out of practice but I had mad game with this once upon a time."
So he started the game and they were playing and laughing and suddenly it's 11-o'clock and Kurt's dad is calling to ask where he's gotten to and they haven't so much as kissed, and Puck doesn't regret that and he realises he is so screwed.
So now Puck is actually crushing on Kurt Hummel and it's all Super Mario's fault. Damn it's irresistible charm and massive impact on the gaming industry as a whole!
His mouth grinned as he walked Kurt to the door, bending down to kiss him and suggest they try again on the weekend. His mouth said, "This was fun, babe. How about we try for something even better this Saturday?"
His brain was saying, "Ohshitohshitohshitohshit!"
The second that cute ass disappeared into Kurt's baby, Puck was running up the hallway and slamming the door of his room. Ohshitohshitohshitohshit...
He wanted Kurt. Not like, wanted to fuck him because he was already doing that but wanted to date him. Wanted. To. Date. Him.
WHAT.
Puckasaurus didn't do dating. If he did, it was a means to an end, and that end was hot, sweaty sex. Actual dates bored the crap out of him; dinner and movies and spending cash and holding hands and what the fuck was the point? Dating was a trade-off system; he made the chick feel like she was a princess for a couple of hours, and then she made him feel like a sex-god for a couple of hours. Win-win! Why the hell would he want to trade amazingly good, strings-free sex for the one thing about sex he hated - actually working for it?
He and Kurt were friends, and that was cool. Puck liked hanging out with Kurt before and after (and today, instead of) sex. The younger boy was funny, interesting, and bitchy as hell. They talked and played video games and stuff and that was fun! They had all the good parts of the relationship, the fun and the companionship and the AMAZING FUCKING SEX, without all the crappy bits like monogamy and effort and shit, so what more could Puck want?
The hand holding and the commitment and being able to tell people and the kissing that doesn't have to lead to sexOH MY GOD I'M TURNING INTO A WOMAN!
Puck grabbed his phone, preparing to call someone, anyone to ask for advice or help or a firm slap upside the head or something, when he froze. Who the fuck am I going to call?
Finn would probably break Puck's jaw for deflowering his 'innocent little brother'. Santana would do her jealous-bitch shtick and probably have Kurt killed, or worse, laugh at Puck. Quinn - just no. There are somethings you don't discuss with your ex-girlfriend/baby momma no matter how good things are between you and gay crushes was one of them. Sam - would totally tell Quinn. Artie...
Puck looked thoughtfully at his phone. Of every one he knew, Artie was probably his best bet. They were kind of cool; he stopped Azimio from pushing Wheels down the stairs a week ago, and in return Artie had helped him get a passing grade on his history test. They weren't really tight but they were fellow gleeks and kind of friends; that would do. Artie was pretty cool for a total nerd, and if Puck begged (like, a lot) he probably wouldn't tell anyone. Yeah, he would call Artie. Artie could help him realise that just because Kurt was hot and funny and awesome and liked Super Mario, he wasn't worth giving up his Player Card for.
He made the call, lying back on his bed and trying to ignore the faint smell of Kurt on his sheets from two days before. When the line picked up he opened his mouth the blurt out, "I'm totally crushing on Kurt!" before his courage left him, but it turned into an embarrassing squeak when a different voice answered.
"Hey, Artie's phone!"
"Mercedes, why are you answering Artie's phone?" Puck shouted in frustration, flinging the nearest pillow at the wall ineffectually. The voice became disgusted.
"Watch your tone, Puckerman. Just 'cause I'm a lady don't mean I won't bust yo' ass for talking to me like that. Me, Artie and Tina are watching a movie, he's in the bathroom. He could be a while, you want me to take a message?"
"No, just forget it," Puck hung the phone up and sighed, letting his head fall back against the bed. Fuck my life. I need to talk to someone!...I want to talk about my feelings. I want to talk about my feelings. I am seriously turning into a woman.
He toyed with the idea of calling Mike, but he would probably tell Tina, who'd tell Mercedes, who'd tell everyone. He and Brittany were on good terms but she wouldn't understand that she wasn't meant to tell anyone. Telling Rachel would be the worst idea ever for a number of reasons, the most important was which being she was freaking RACHEL. FUCK. MY. LIFE!
He hopped off his bed and wandered over to his computer. A few hours of porn will get this shit off of my brain.
Puck's first thought when he woke up the next day was Okay, seriously, fuck my life.
Every dream he'd had, every single one, had involved Kurt in some way. Not just in sexy ways, taking the places of the various hot chicks (and, yeah, dudes. He was bisexual, he could accept that now) in the pornos he'd watched the night before - which was totally cool with Puck, by the way - but in creepy, sappy ways. Like, he dreamed about them cuddling. CUDDLING. Puck didn't cuddle. Ever ever ever ever. Not even if it got him laid. He had a strict 'No Cuddling' policy. The closest he had ever come to cuddling was letting his sister sit on his lap when they watched scary movies and after sex with Kurt and they were too worn out to move off of one another. Kurt fits against me really well when we do thatHOLY CRAP NO.
He felt simultaneously hyperactive and numb. He pulled his clothes on with manic energy but felt like his head was underwater. I want a relationship. Hand-holding. Cuddling. I'm turning into a chick! ...When do I get the fun bits?
He kissed Sarah on the cheek as she ran out the door to her bus, and slid into his car. I've got to stop thinking about this. Kurt's just a friend, a 'friends-with-benefits' more could I want? I don't do dating. I got to stop thinking about this.
He drove to school in a daze, completely ignoring the usual array of terrified geeks and flirty Cheerios that would have caught his eye. He actually got his math book out of his locker and went to math class. He hadn't been to math class in literally years. His teacher didn't recognise him. Ignoring the whispers and stares of his gobsmacked classmates, Puck focused all his energy into listening to the teacher and actually learning - what the hell is happening to me? - anything to keep him from thinking about chick-shit, like whether Kurt's eyes were blue or green - this is not happening - or whether he'd like roses or... some other type of flower, (Puck didn't know any others. Daisies? Do they still have those? Why am I thinking about this?). It was like he'd entered the Twilight Zone. Yesterday, Kurt was an awesome-friend-with-awesome-benefits. Now, Puck was losing his mind over flowers. Flowers. It was all Super Marios fault!
He strode to History the second the bell went, making it to class in record time. He wanted to stay out of the hallways; he didn't want to run into Kurt before he could be sure he didn't say something stupid. He took notes on the Russian Revolution with gusto; his teacher stared at him the whole lesson with wide eyes. Mike was in his class, and threw him a note asking if he was okay. He through one back that just said, "FINE," and he could hear Mike whispering to Tina. The words, "Weird as hell," and "Sign of the Apocalypse" were used. He just concentrated on the difference between Chinese and Russian Communism and died a little inside.
In English, he read the book over Rachel's shoulder, not having one of his own. She looked at him like he was a crazy person, which seemed a little harsh considering she was wearing a dress that had baubles on it. Honest to God baubles, even sex-happy Kurt would rip her apart if he was here.
He didn't manage to avoid the Gleeks between classes, due to their psychotic efforts to talk to him. By the end of third period it seemed that a 'gleemergency' text (blame Rachel for the name - and for the intricate code that went with the system) had gone around to inform everyone of his wildly out-of-character behavior, and everyone wanted to ask him what was wrong. Mercedes and Tina cornered him after English and offered slightly suspicious support. Finn had awkwardly patted him on the shoulder and offered a shoulder to cry on (for which he was given a scathing glare and a disbelieving, "Seriously, dude, what the fuck?"). Quinn (hand in hand with Sam) had made to walk over to him with worry in her eyes, but Puck had struck up a frantic conversation with his passing History teacher about extra reading - something he knew he'd regret but right now was a live saver. It was like the universe was laughing at him; all he wanted to do was stop thinking about the fact that he had completely lost his mind, and everyone he knew was conspiring to get him to think about it. At least he hadn't seen Kurt.
That was, at least, until he thanked God for that fact right before Spanish. He was almost, almost through the door when he heard Kurt call his name. He froze, then cursed himself - he'd managed to keep walking when he heard both Artie and Santana calling him, but one syllable from Kurt and he was obeying like a bitch. I'm so screwed. Puck turned around, trying to scowl. Kurt looked up at him with concerned blue-green eyes and raised an eyebrow.
"Word is that Noah Puckerman has been replaced by a pod-person," the countertenor's words were flippant, but Puck knew him well enough to see the worry behind the smirk. "The kind that listens to teachers and takes notes and turns up to math. I didn't believe it, but you're actually rushing into Spanish before Mr Schuester is there. Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, why wouldn't it be?" Puck sulked. He couldn't meet Kurt's eyes, certain he was going to say something stupid like You look nice today or I want to have your gay babies. "I just want to actually pass something this year. Is it a crime?"
"Of course not," Kurt's voice was patronising, and a quick glance at his face let Puck know that he was annoyed. "But you're Puck. You don't care about school. You don't care about anything."
"I care about -" You "- stuff. I just can't be fucked usually," Puck rocked back onto his heels, looking down the hallway for Mr Schuester. C'mon, man, rescue me before I compliment his shoes or some shit.
"But you suddenly care now? Puck, what's up?" Kurt dropped the haughty pretence, placing a small, soft hand on Puck's bare arm. The touch sent a spark up Puck's whole body, and he looked up into the eyes of his unintentional tormentor. Kurt seemed to mistake Puck's repressed urge to kiss as discomfort, because he let his hand fall away. Don't kiss him, don't kiss him, don't kiss him...
"We're friends, aren't we? If something is up you can talk to me. I won't even tell Mercedes."
Don't kiss him, don't kiss him, don't kiss him...
"Yeah, we're friends, princess. There's just nothing to tell. I'm just having a bad day, is all-"because I'm not holding your hand, and because I'm apparently growing a uterus "- so don't worry. I'm good."
Kurt looked utterly unconvinced, "You went to math class, Puck. That's kind of a warning sign. It would be like me wearing clothes from Wal-Mart or Finn quoting Shakespeare. You'd know something was up."
"Yeah, but I'd drop it if you asked me to," Puck snapped, rubbing his face. There was a long pause.
"Okay," Kurt said simply. Puck's head shot up. He still looked concerned, but the pale boy was nodding. "I'm not going to force you. But promise me that if it gets really bad you'll talk to someone? Before you do something crazy like join the Chess Club."
"Dude, if I try to join the Chess Club you have my permission to shoot me," Puck grinned. Kurt gave a warm smile back.
"Don't call me dude, but can do. See you at lunch?"
"Yeah, princess, see you."
So Kurt walked away and Puck hadn't kissed him and the fact that that felt like an accomplishment probably wasn't a good thing. So. Freaking. Screwed.
He worked like a crazy person in Spanish, asking questions and taking more notes then he could ever remember taking in his life. He tried to fill his head with verbs and nouns (even though he didn't know which was which) and tenses (what the crap is a tense anyway?) and everything, anything to distract him from his...feelings.
What kind of stud has feelings? A terrible one, that's who.
When the class was over, Puck froze in his chair, Oh shit, I told Kurt I'd see him at lunch. I got to do something!
He leaped out of his chair, sweeping his books into his arms and barrelling down the front. Mr Schuester was staring at him with that same dumbfounded and worried expression that had been bothering him all day. Puck ignored it, words tumbling out of him as the class trailed out the door.
"Hey, Mr Schue, I'm not sure I get this, like, gender specific 'el' and 'la' and stuff. Is there, like a way to remember it or is it random?" he blurted out the first Spanish related thing that came to mind. Mr Schuester looked at him for a moment. While he answered slowly he walked around his desk, shutting the door of the classroom and making Puck intensely nervous.
"Well, I'd be more than happy to help you with that, Puck, " *click* the door shut and Puck cringed, "But right now I'm more interested in talking about you."
"Oh, shit, they texted you too," Puck groaned, dumping his books on the teacher's desk. Mr Schuester walked back over to him, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone. Puck looked at him with a grimace as he read the messages.
"'Gleemergency, Code Otter. Puck is in math class. Enquire ASAP.' 'Gleemergency, Code Ocelot. Puck is paying attention in history. Saying he's fine. Lying. Requires attention.' 'Gleemergency, Code Falcon. Puck asked for extra reading. Presume dying. SOS.'"
"I swear they just make up these code names as they go."
"I'm inclined to agree with you after the one Kurt just sent; 'Gleemergency, Code-Calm-Down-You-Idiots-He's-Not-Dying. Give him some space, he'll talk when he's ready to'" Mr Schuester lowered his phone and looked Puck in the eye. "I'll admit, Puck, while this behaviour isn't a bad thing, it is unusual for you. Your friends seem pretty convinced something is wrong. If there's anything you need to talk about, anything at all, I'm more than happy to listen. I won't tell anyone."
"I'm going nuts!" Puck nearly shouted, surprising himself. Mr Schuester actually jumped a little. Puck's mouth went into overdrive, the hours of stress shattering his brain to mouth filter in a most spectacular way. He continued involuntarily, not even pausing to breathe, "I swear I'm turning into a woman! A sissy! A queer! And not even in a good way! I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me, I have the best thing ever and I want to ruin it by adding all these stupid things and it's like I don't even know myself anymore! I'm losing my badassness, Mr Schue! My badassness! What-"
"Okay, take a breath," Mr Schuester interrupted, raising a hand. Puck gasped a little, slumping against Mr Schuester's desk with a little groan. The teacher stood in front of him, face hopelessly confused. "You're going to have to give me the full story, I think. Slowly."
Puck couldn't help but grin a little, "You sure you want the whole story? This is me we're talking about."
Mr Schuester winced, "Okay, maybe the PG-13 version of the whole story that doesn't make me the accessory to a felony. Can that work?"
"Yeah," Puck sighed. Man, where do I start... "Okay, so I started up this wicked friends-with-benefits arrangement with a friend of mine. It's awesome. We hang out, we have, like, the best sex ever, but we're not dating. We're friends, we do it, but we don't have to do all the relationship stuff. It's the greatest thing ever."
"That does sound like your type of thing," Mr Schuester agreed wryly. "So what's the problem?"
Puck took a deep breath, "I think I kind of want more than that. And that's stupid."
He looked up at Mr Schuester with wide-eyes, "I have literally the greatest relationship ever, and I want to fuck - sorry - mess it up by adding all the bullshit - sorry, Mr Schue, force of habit - by adding all the stuff that I hate about relationships. What the hell is wrong with me?"
Mr Schuester nodded slowly, "I see. Puck, I don't think there's anything wrong with you. You have feelings for someone, that's totally normal."
"Not for me!" Puck stood up, throwing his hands in the air. "I'm a stud, dude. I can't be tied down like that. In the past I've, you know, dated girls to get in their pants but I've always just been doing what they want so they'd give me what I want but now I want all that stupid, sappy shit and oh God."
He looked at Mr Schuester with wide eyes, "This is Divine retribution, isn't it? Like, karma or something, for being a sex shark for so long."
"I doubt that," Mr Schuester laughed a little, putting a comforting hand on Puck's shoulder. "Okay, you want a relationship with this person. Just having your physical needs met isn't enough anymore. That's not a bad thing, Puck. It just means you're growing up."
Puck felt himself pout a little, "But...but... strings-free-sex!"
Mr Schuester laughed again, "I know, I know. You have exactly what every 17-year-old boy wants right now. But if you want more, then you want more. It doesn't make you any less of a tough guy. It doesn't mean you're turning into a woman."
Puck snorted, "I want to cuddle. Cuddle. I'm just waiting for my uterus to grow."
Mr Schuester smiled at him, "I think it's great. You've met someone that is challenging you to push your boundaries and go out of your comfort zone. She must be something."
Puck paused. Kurt flashed into his mind; eyes dark with lust as they fucked, hair messy and sticking to his face; impeccably dressed and coiffed, sitting on Puck's couch with Sarah, braiding her hair; shooting him a heated glance in Glee while Rachel ranted, shooting off a quip without having to think about it, "Something doesn't begin to cover it."
Mr Schuester smiled, "That's fantastic. Are you going to go for it? Do you think she might feel the same?"
Puck's smile faded, "I don't know. I'll think about it. I seriously don't want to fuck this up, Mr Schue."
"I know," Mr Schuester didn't even pick him up for swearing. "Think about this; would you regret it more if you asked and she said no, or if you didn't and someone else got her first?"
Puck imagined watching Kurt wander down the hallways on someone else's arm. I am going to punch that theoretical man in the face. "Yeah, the second one, definitely."
"So go for it!" Mr Schuester smiled. "Find the right moment and ask her on a proper date. Shall I let you go to lunch now?"
Puck froze. Mr Schuester smiled, "Or should I keep you in here a while longer so you don't have to face her right now?"
"That one, please."
"Okay. So! 'El' and 'la'..."'
Puck felt better for the rest of the day. Okay, so it was weird that he actually wanted to date Kurt, but he was Puckasaurus! He got what he wanted. He wanted Kurt, therefore he would get Kurt. Anyone who wanted to fuck with him about that could be introduced to his fists at high velocity. He blew off his last class in favour of working out his plan of attack; by midnight tonight, Kurt Hummel would be his.
His first move was apologising to Kurt for not seeing him at lunch. He shot off a text on his way out the door, "Srry wsn't thr at lnch. w/ mr shu. cum ovr 2nite?"
The response was fast and perfect, "Grammar and vowels are your friend, Puck. I'll be over at 4.30."
Bitchin'
The plan was genius; his mom would be at work, so he'd send Sarah to a friend's place for the night. When Kurt walked through his front door, Puckzilla would provide him with the orgasm of his life. When Kurt was appropriately boneless, Puck would tell him that they were dating now. Dating would commence. Okay, it wasn't a complicated plan, but it was still perfect. I'm a genius! Forget midnight, Kurt will be my boyfriend - holy crap that sounds weird - by 5 PM. Rock.
The plan would have gone perfectly too, if not for Super Mario Brothers.
Sarah was safetly at Mandy's. Mom was safetly at work. The house was clean enough that Kurt wouldn't do that wrinkling his nose thing that meant Puck wasn't getting any until the house no longer smelt like Cheetos and Pizza. And Puck still had half an hour until Kurt arrived. So he popped Super Mario in, figured he'd get some play in before Kurt got here. It wasn't his fault that Super Mario had never before seem game play that was still fresh and addictive even so long after it's release date, immersing him so effectively that he forgot the time and he had no idea how Kurt had gotten in his house but he was watching Puck play with rapt attention and it was dark outside. Puck froze when he finally noticed him, his character freezing on screen. Kurt glanced over at him then shot his gaze back at the screen, looking a little embarrassed. He cleared his throat.
"The door was unlocked, and I could hear the game. I figured you'd gotten sidetracked," he explained, straightening his fringe. His bag was on it's side on the floor, and his coat was thrown haphazardly across the back of a chair. He'd clearly been their a while. Puck blinked.
"How long have you been here?" Puck blurted out, looking at Kurt with wide eyes. Kurt blushed a little.
"Nearly two hours," he sniffed, but the red stain on his cheeks gave away that he was less than upset. The pale boy looked at his nails coolly. "You completely ignored me."
"You could have said something," Puck cursed internally, setting down the controller on the coffee table. This was not according to plan. Kurt shrugged a little, and smiled a sweet, hesitant smile.
"I liked watching you play. I love this game."
Plans flew out of Puck's head. He couldn't think about seduction or badassness or being manly or anything. All he could thing was sexy funny smart hot bitchy stubborn beautiful brave LOVES SUPERMARIO -
"Date me."
The room seemed to froze. Kurt's eyes flew up to meet his and stayed there, wide and shocked. Both of them were shell shocked by the demand. There was a long pause, broken by the sound of him dying on screen. Kurt recovered first, looking away from Puck. His mouth was set in a hard line, but there was curiosity in his eyes.
"You said that you wanted casual fun," he bit out, folding his arms defensively. "That's what we agreed to. No commitment, no monogamy, no -"
"I know, I know that," Puck interrupted, grabbing Kurt's hand impulsively. Kurt's head snapped to face him again, expression hard. "I know we have an amazing thing going here, what with the great sex and just being friends and stuff but I really like you, Kurt."
Kurt snorted, trying to pull his hand away, "Are you telling me that you, Noah Puckerman, man-whore sex-shark extraordinaire, want to give up easy, strings-free sex in return for an actual, honest-to-God, work for it and work it out relationship?"
"Yes."
"Why?" Kurt demanded, standing up and putting his hands on his hips. "What is it that you want, Puck? Because I'm sorry, this just isn't computing. You have all of the good parts of a relationship without any of the mushy, sappy crap that goes with it-"
"I want that crap with you," Puck interrupted again, looking up at Kurt, trying to convey with his eyes how completely, pathetically sincere he was. "I don't know why. All I know is that I want to do all that shit I hate with you. I want to hold your hand in the halls, and sing with you in Glee, and go out to dinner with you. I hate all that shit, I really, really hate it, I use it to get into the panties of chicks who won't put out otherwise but I want it with you."
There was another pause. The beeping music of Super Mario Brothers was beginning to make Puck crazy when Kurt spoke, "I don't understand."
His voice was soft now, and when Puck looked up there where tears in his blue-green eyes, "I don't get you, Puck. I understood when you just wanted sex but now you say you actually like me? Why?"
"Because you're hot, and funny, and smart, and you like Super Mario Brothers," Puck said automatically. He hesitantly wrapped a hand around Kurt's thigh, which was at his eye level, and pulled the boy closer. He slid his hands up around Kurt's waist and gently pulled him down onto Puck's lap. "Man, I don't get it either. I freaked out on Mr Schu today, he said something about growing up but I still think I'm turning into a women. Just - please give me a shot? I could be a good boyfriend - shit, that still sounds weird to me - but I want to try."
Puck knew he was begging, but he didn't care. He could tell Kurt was wavering and he wanted this so much that he would beg until his throat bled if he had to. I am in way over my head.
Kurt sighed, and let his head fall back, "Well, it won't be the stupidest thing I've ever done."
Puck grinned, "That's a yes?"
"That's a yes. Let's see what you got, boyfriend."
Puck pulled Kurt down into a hard kiss, smiling into the smaller boy's mouth. Kurt shifted so he was straddling Puck's lap, a favourite position of both of theirs. As their lips slid together tongues lazily traced patterns against the other, slow and languid. Puck's hands rested on Kurt's bony hips, his thumbs caressing the skin above the boy's tight jeans. Kurt hands were wrapped loosely around Puck's shoulders, their weight comforting and comfortable. There was none of the urgency of their usual coupling. This didn't have to lead to anything if they didn't want it to (though they both did). It was the kiss of lovers, not fuck-buddies; relaxed, sensual, personal. They actually explored one another for the first time, taking the time to map out what was theirs, instead of whatever bliss they could borrow. Kurt pulled away first, breathing heavily into Puck's ear.
"You know, as fun as this has been, I believe you still owe me for ignoring me in favour of video games for two hours," Kurt murmured, pressing hot lips to Puck's skin slowly. Puck smirked into his throat.
"I probably do. What did you have in mind, princess?"
"I finally managed to get my hands on those handcuffs, and my dad isn't expecting me home tonight. I'm 'at Mercedes''."
Puck stood up in one movement, managing to pick Kurt up with him, "To bed!"
Kurt laughed and grabbed his bag as Puck half-carried, half-dragged him towards his bedroom. Once there, clothes were thrown off with abandon. Puck felt light, happy, free... and as a gloriously naked Kurt bent down and pulled a pair of purple fuzzy hand cuffs out of his bag, he felt something else entirely.
"Lie on the bed," Kurt said softly, dangling the handcuffs on one finger. Smirking, Puck sat on the bed, dragging himself so his head was on the pillow and his arms were stretched above his head. Kurt smiled approvingly, crawling up and fastening the handcuff around Puck's wrists and bedhead.
"Now," he murmured, stroking Puck's forearms gently. "Let's see what it is that I've claimed today."
"A fine specimen indeed," Puck drawled. Those soft hands trailed down his arms, rubbing at the muscles and hot skin, leaving no inch un-felt. "I'm top quality stud."
"Perhaps," Kurt purred, moving to straddle Puck's waist. He continued his almost-massage of Puck's arms, rubbing slowly and sensually. "I do like what I'm feeling here."
"You'd better," Puck smirked. "A lot of work goes into these guns."
He flexed his arms as well as he could with them trapped above his head. Kurt giggled a little, "Mmm, very nice. But how do they taste?"
Puck gave a happy "mmm" when Kurt's hot tongue licked a slow strip up his bicep. Fuck I love that tongue. Little kittenish licks were placed on the twitching muscles, followed by soft kisses. Puck's hips shifted a little on their own and Kurt pulled back.
"Alright, the arms pass the boyfriend-test," he confirmed, sliding his hands down Puck's arms to his shoulders. "Now, the torso!"
"You're going to tease me for hours, aren't you?" Puck grinned, his hard cock brushing against Kurt's ass as the boy slid down Puck's torso. Kurt pressed a heated kiss against Puck's mouth.
"If we're dating, I want to be sure that I'm not getting defective goods," Kurt teased, nipping Puck's lower lip. His hands slid down Puck's solid chest, tweaking a nipple and rubbing firmly. "Certainly feels good so far."
"Take your time," Puck smirked, pushing his head up to suck briefly on the exposed neck in front of him. He sighed when those hot hands moved off of his chest, groaning a little when his piercing was tugged. "Fuck, that's good. Do that again."
"I'll do what ever I want to," Kurt admonished him, biting down on his collarbone. He slid so he was half lying on Puck, pressing hot kissing to his collarbone and throat, completely ignoring Puck's increasingly sensitive nipples. Puck's breathing got louder as Kurt massaged and caressed his chest and abs, licking and nipping along the way, forever ignoring Puck's increasingly leaking cock. Puck forgot about everything, completely focused on the alternating heat and cool where Kurt would suck and then blow on his chest, on the sharp pain being overridden by pleasure as Kurt bit down on an increasingly swollen nipple, the frustrating lack of contact where he needed it most...
"Okay, babe, you've had your fun. You just gonna tease me or what?" Puck ground out, bucking his hips into the air helplessly. Kurt giggled, sliding down Puck's body more until he was leaning across Puck's thighs. He leaned down and flicked his tongue into Puck's belly button.
"Do you remember," he whispered throatily, looking up at Puck with lidded eyes as he trailed his mouth lower. His swollen lips latched onto the crease of Puck's thigh, moving away when Puck tried to rut against him. "That first time? When all I wanted was for you to fuck me, but you teased and teased and teased instead?"
Puck gasped when, with every 'teased', Kurt's tongue flicked out and licked the head of his cock. He groaned, "Why do I get the feeling I'm about to regret that?"
"Because you are," Kurt smirked, grasping the base of Puck's cock tightly and holding down the other boy's hips with his other hand. "You have to tell me what you want, Noah. Tell me, and convince me you deserve it. Beg me to get you off. Until then, I'm just going to hold you nice and tight here," he gave the base a tighter squeeze," and just give you a little lick," he licked Puck's slit greedily, "every now and again. You want to get off? Talk me into it."
"Shit!" Puck hissed, trying and failing to buck his hips out of Kurt's surprisingly strong grip. He gasped when he felt another lick, every nerve in his body tensed and hypersensitive with anticipation. "Fuck, Kurt-"
"Tell me what you want." Lick.
"I want you to suck me off," Puck groaned, straining against the handcuffs as Kurt sucked a little on the shaft and pulled away again. "C'mon, princess, you love sucking cock. You love the way I taste, you've said so. C'mon, suck me off. Sink that pretty little mouth down. Kurt, please."
"That's better," Kurt dropped his head down, sucking on the head firmly. Puck tried to push further into that wet heat, but Kurt pulled away again. "I didn't tell you to stop talking, now, did I?"
Puck moaned, 'Fuck, Kurt, keep sucking it! I want you to suck me off, please..."
Kurt returned to Puck's cock while he talked, lowering the hot, wet suction down Puck's length. His mouth stretched around the length, lips full and wide as he slid Puck into his throat. All the while, Puck kept talking, terrified that if he stopped, so would the feeling of heat enveloping him, "Holy hell, more, please Kurt, keep sucking just like that. Please babe, you're so, so good at that, I want more, fuck, so hot, so hot. Oh god, right there, again, please, yes..."
Kurt started moaning around Puck's dick, making Puck's eyes fly open and forcing an embarrassingly high moan out of his mouth. He looked down at Kurt, and the sight of that red mouth stretched around him would have made him come right then if Kurt didn't have a vaguely painful grip on the base of Puck's cock. Even that almost didn't work when Puck noticed the reason for Kurt's moaning; the boy's pale arm was twisted behind him, working three slender fingers into his own hole.
"Fuck, Kurt, you gonna ride me?" Puck gasped, bucking his hips. Kurt pulled his mouth off of Puck's cock with an audible pop.
"That's the plan," he purred, his voice husky from the abuse his throat had been taking. Thank God for that boy's lack of gag reflex. "What do you think, Noah? Should I let you fuck me?"
"Babe, please, you know I'll make it good, just please-"
"You'd better not come right away," Kurt warned him, sitting up and lining Puck's weeping cock with his stretched hole. "I expect the ride of my life, understand?"
"Yes," Puck hissed, cold metal cutting into his wrists as he strained to close the space between them. "Just do it, come on-"
His pleading cut into a throaty groan when Kurt suddenly impaled himself, letting out a wail as Puck filled him. Puck's hips bucked up to meet the smaller boy, loving the heat and the tightness and -
"Mine," he growled as Kurt started to ride him in earnest, slender, muscular thighs working overtime. Kurt looked down at him with dark eyes.
"Yours," Kurt agreed, leaning down and trapping Puck's mouth in a sizzling kiss as his body continued to rock. He suddenly bit down on Puck's lower lip, hissing. "Mine."
"Fuck yes," Puck groaned as Kurt picked up speed, thrusting to meet him. "I'm sure as fuck not sharing."
Then they were frantic, thrusting and rocking and heat and tight and -
It was impossible to work out who had screamed what as they came together, Kurt's clenching setting off Puck's orgasm a split second later. Kurt slumped against Puck's chest bonelessly as they caught their breath. For a moment, the only sound was their breathing... and the faint tinkling of the Super Mario Brothers theme song in the background. God damn it, I forgot to turn that off...
Puck put the game out of his mind and turned it to the boy slumped across his chest, "Hey, babe, can you unshackle me now? I can't hold you like this."
Kurt looked up at him, eyes wide. He gentle traced Puck's lips with a shaking hand, and he hid a trace of vulnerability with a snarky tone, "Wow, you must be serious about this if you're willing to cuddle."
"Tell anyone and I'll deny it," Puck warned him. Kurt reached up and unclicked the handcuffs. Wait, they weren't locked? Damn it! Puck automatically slid his arms around Kurt, pulling the sweaty, sticky boy against him with a contented sigh. If this is what being a woman is like, I can live with that.
Kurt slid his sweaty arm around Puck's waist, head against the taller boy's shoulder, "This is...nice."
"Yeah," Puck agreed, running his fingers through Kurt's hair gently. "It is."
They dozed off to the sound of one another's heartbeats, and the beeping of Super Marios. Kurt giggled.
"I'm never going to be able to hear this song without getting hard again," he murmured as he drifted off. Puck smirked. He would have to add the game to the shrine he had to his shoelaces, tucked in the way in the back of his closet. It was all its fault he was falling asleep with his boyfriend in his arms.