Part 2 of Princess - Was originally a one-shot, but had an idea for a second part. The original princess line was a prompt from Glee Kink Meme.

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Kurt leaned back against wall, hardly able to believe that it was Puck's mouth currently wrapped around him. Noah Puckerman, the badass jock, was sucking his cock like his life depended on it. And it felt amazing. Kurt had nothing to compare to, but he tell the larger boy knew what he was doing. He nearly blacked out as Puck began to deep throat him, swallowing his cock further down his throat than he would have believed possible. The boy at his feet began to do wonderful things with his tongue, bringing the younger boy closer and closer to orgasm.

Kurt moaned softly, "I'm gonna... ohhhhh..."

Puck swallowed every last drop of his cum, using his tongue to make sure not a drop remained to mark Kurt's clothing.

Puck stood up and looked into the younger boy's eyes, "You are so fucking sexy when you come."

Kurt gazed at him, speechless. His eyes widened as the older boy turned and left, leaving Kurt standing, half naked, in the empty janitor's closet.

It had taken a few moments for Kurt to snap back to reality. He had immediately headed to the bathroom to tidy himself up - he was sure his face and hair would be a dead giveaway to what he'd been doing. He hadn't seen Puck for the rest of day - and he'd been keeping an eye open for the Mohawked head in the corridors. Kurt considered the day's events as he lay in bed that night. It had been enjoyable, that was for certain, but wise? He didn't think so. And there was one thing he was sure about: he was not about to become some jock's fuck-buddy. He inwardly cringed at the thought.

But it had felt so good.

The next day, Puck handed Kurt a slushee, as usual, in the corridor. Kurt raised his eyebrows at him, attempting to convey What the fuck happened yesterday and what exactly do you expect to happen because of it? through facial expression alone. He reckoned at least part of his message got through, as Puck said, "Just drink the damn slushee. We can talk after Glee."

A day had never passed more slowly. Never had Kurt been more irritated by Rachel's insistance that they rehearse over and over until they were perfect.

Finally, the bell rang. Kurt lingered in the practice room, pretending to search for some sheet music, hoping that no-one else would pause to help him in his search. He jumped when a hand slid around his waist, and turned to find Puck standing extremely close to him. He took a step back from the taller boy, stepping up onto the first level of the stage area to gain at least some height advantage.

"Let me make one thing quite clear right now, Puckerman. Whatever is going on in your head, whether you're gay, straight, curious, or whatever - I am not going to be your booty call."

"Didn't you enjoy our little adventure in the closet?"

"Be that as it may, you cannot just have me wherever and when ever you want it."

"So... what can I have?"

Kurt paused to consider the question. He decided to not answer it, asking one of his own, "You are a stud. You could have pretty much any girl you wanted. Why do you want me?"

"Because you're sexy. Because you don't care what people think about you. And because you make me really horny when you wear those tight jeans..."

Kurt glanced down; sure enough, there was a bulge forming at the front of the other boy's pants. "You really want me? Because I can be a handful."

"Oh, I know," Puck responded. "And a bit of mouthful, too," He added cheekily.

Kurt flushed slightly, then answered Puck's original question, "Well then. You can be my booty call. Be at my car in ten minutes."

He gathered up his things, and made his way to the door, turning to deliver the kicker, "Unless you're too chicken?"

This time, Puck was the one left speechless.

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