Title: Stage Presence Chapter Two.

Pairing: Kurt/Puck

Warnings: Sexytimes.

Word Count: 1,051

Rating: M.

Spoilers: None.

Disclaimer: Glee does not belong to me, these characters aren't mine, they would never do these things, I mean no disrespect, blah blah blah…

Author's Note: That was fun! I can't wait to start the next one =^.^=

Chapter Two.

Kurt had to work to keep his breathing even as Puck walked down the aisle and up the stairs. They didn't say anything, but kept their eyes locked, trying to stare each other down. It was a constant struggle between them, deciding who was on top. To be honest, it was one of Kurt's favorite parts of their relationship. At the very least, it was what made the sex so good.

Puck inserted himself into Kurt's space, grabbing his knees, pulling his legs apart and standing between them. "So," he said, keeping his hands on Kurt's thighs, slowly moving them higher.

"So." Kurt's eyes fluttered, and he fought to regain his control.

"You want to be fucked on stage?"

Kurt licked his lips. "So?"

Puck smiled, only it was really more of a smirk, and maybe even a leer. "That's pretty hot."

"I think so." Puck's hands suddenly reached the bulge in his pants, and Kurt closed his eyes, unable to stop the moan that escaped his mouth.

"Do you get off on people watching you?" he asked, massaging him through the denim. "Is that it? Do you want all of Glee still here, watching you? Watching me turn you into an incoherent puddle of sexiness?"

Kurt grabbed one of Puck's arms, feeling the muscles, needing something to anchor on so he didn't fall off the stool. "Not all of them."

Puck started working on his button, then his zipper. "No? Tell me who, Hummel."

Kurt gave up any pretense of trying to be in control; this was too good to fight. "Finn," he gasped.

Puck slipped his hand into Kurt's pants, wrapping a hand around him. "Still?" he asked. "Even after everything I've done for you, you still want him?"

It was hard to think, and Kurt couldn't figure out what the right answer was. "No," he said, thrusting into his hand. "I want him to watch so he can—ohh, Puck—see what he missed out on."

Puck smirked again. "I like that," he said, stroking him. "Finn jealous. Maybe getting hot watching us?"

Kurt moaned, hips bucking up. "Yeah."

"Would you let him jerk off?" Puck asked, moving his hands faster.

"No." The word was strong amidst his breathy gasps. "Definitely not."

Puck was enjoying this more than he cared to admit. "What should we do?" he asked. "What do you want Finn to see?"

"Mmm," Kurt groaned. "I want, ahh, to suck you off."

Puck grinned. "Get up."

Kurt slid forward, leaning against Puck for balance. He really was a mess, and standing was suddenly one of the hardest things he'd done. Puck, realizing this, held onto him, slowing turning until their positions were reversed. He scooted up, sitting on the stool, and Kurt sank to his knees. Puck rested a hand on the back of his head, gently stroking his hair as he unzipped his pants and pulled him out. Puck hissed at the sudden coolness, then immediately moaned at the warmness of Kurt's mouth.

"Oh, baby." Kurt gave the best head Puck had ever gotten, girl or boy, and this was no exception. In fact, Puck wasn't sure if it had ever been this good before. Kurt did something amazing with his tongue, swirling it around him, and he moaned again. "Kurt, fuck." His words reverberated through the empty auditorium, echoing in the silence.

Kurt's hands were everywhere, teasing his inner thighs, gently squeezing his sac, stroking what he couldn't fit in his mouth. He was moaning too, whimpering quietly in the back of his throat. Puck was thrusting into him, watching as he slid in and out of his pert little mouth. If this was what auditorium sex was like, this was the beginning of a beautiful kink. He might need to look into getting Finn involved, if this was what it did to Kurt.

"Kurt, I'm gonna—shit," he moaned. Kurt picked that moment to deep throat him. He nearly screamed, tightening his grip on his hair. He came, hard, exploding into his mouth. Kurt swallowed expertly, not letting him go until he had completely cleaned him. He wiped his mouth and stood up, smiling wickedly.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" he asked, leaning over for a kiss.

Puck grabbed him, slamming their lips together. "You know it." He stood up, wrapping his arms around Kurt, holding him close. He could feel his erection pressing against his stomach, a reminder that they weren't done yet. "What do you want?" he asked, kissing Kurt's temple.

Kurt ground against him. "Make Finn jealous," he whispered.

Puck slid his hands under his shirt, exploring the familiar terrain. "You have a killer body," he said, pulling it off and letting it fall to the floor. "Especially your ass." He tugged his jeans down, and Kurt deftly stepped out of them. Puck grabbed said ass, massaging it. "And you're so fucking tight." He slipped a finger in him, easily finding his prostate.

Kurt let out a hoarse scream, continuing to grind against him. "God, Puck, again."

Puck slid another finger in, scissoring, making Kurt scream again. "I don't have any lube," he said.

Kurt groaned. "Blow me."

"With pleasure." Puck kissed his way down his body, stopping occasionally to lick or bite him, leaving red marks in his wake. He kept his fingers in Kurt's ass and took him in his mouth, sucking him, loving the taste. It wasn't often he did this, and he made a note to make it a more regular part of their sex life. It only took a minute or two for Kurt to come, moaning incoherently. Puck pulled him down onto his lap. "Was it good, babe?"

Kurt made some sort of affirmative noise, settling further into Puck's arms. "I love you."

"Love you, too." Puck kissed his cheek. "Y'know, I could probably get Finn to watch sometime."

Kurt stiffened. "Yeah?"

Puck grinned. "He owes me a favor or two."

He considered it. "Must be a pretty big favor."

"So?"

Kurt smiled. "So…so, that sounds pretty hot. Especially if we did it in here."

"Consider it done."

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