Kurt hurried straight to the boys' bathroom after he left the music room. If this was going to happen, he had to look his best. He found his emergency moisturiser and shaving bag, and quickly made himself presentable. He headed back out to his car to find Puck waiting impatiently for him.

"It's about fucking time! What were you doing in there?"

"Shut up, Puckerman. Get in the damn car."

Oddly enough, Puck obeyed.

"And keep your hands to yourself," Kurt added, as the elder boy's hand found it's way across his thigh. "I have no intention of crashing the car because I am otherwise engaged."

Again, Puck obeyed. After a few moments he ventured a question, "Where are we going?"

"You'll see. Now be a good boy and be quiet."

The tension in the silent vehicle could have been cut with a knife.

Kurt was revelling in his newfound power over Puck. He had something that Puck wanted, something no-one else could provide. He was going to enjoy this.

Puck was surprised by the younger boy's sudden authority, and more than a little turned on.

Kurt stopped the car at the end of a dirt track, just off the highway into Lima.

"Backseat. Now."

Puck was amazed that Kurt would allow something that had such a potential for mess in the backseat of his baby.

They both got out and got into the backseat, Kurt deftly moving a catch across to lower the rear seats - they were now sitting on what amounted to a leather bed.

"So these jeans turn you on, do they?"

"Fuck yes."

Kurt smirked. "Then perhaps you'd care to lend in a hand in removing them?"

Puck's hands went straight for Kurt's zipper, carefully undoing it around Kurt's growing erection. He pulled both his jeans and his boxers down the pale legs before him, and was about to throw them carelessly into the front seat when Kurt interrupted him, "Those are Armani! Fold them!"

Puck did so, before placing them carefully down and turned back around to admire the boy lying before him. He stroked his way up Kurt's legs and took hold of his cock.

"Now suck me off. And if you let a single drop get onto my upholstery..."

Kurt relaxed back to enjoy Puck's attentions. There was no way yesterday had been his first time; he was just too good at this.

"Ohhh... you are one hell of a cocksucker, Noah Puckerman."

Puck responded by picking up the pace, expertly deep throating the younger boy.

Kurt lose the ability to form coherant thoughts. He was reduced to moans of pure pleasure as he got closer and closer.

"I'm coming..."

Again, Puck swallowed it all with ease, but was still very thorough in his clean up.

As Kurt came back down to earth, he glanced over at Puck. His erection was straining against the fabric of his jeans and he was breathing heavily.

"You know what, Puckerman? I think this time, I will return the favour. Lie down, head there." He pointed at a spot next to himself. He removed his own Alexander McQueen shirt, and Puck's rather worn black one. He deftly undid the Mohawked teen's jeans. Having watched numerous video examples, Kurt knew in principle what he should do. He'd never tried putting it into practice before...

He bend down to kiss the tip of Puck's cock, licking away the precum that was gathering there. Deep groans indicated he was going about it the right way. Kurt stretched his mouth wide to accomodate the head of his cock, and moved his tongue around the tip. As he attempted to take more of it in his mouth, Kurt felt the gag reflex begin to cut in, so he opted instead to stroke the shaft with his hand whilst licking it up and down, he tongue flicking over Puck's balls as he did so. He found that his own cock was hardening once again. Puck had also noticed, groaning as he reached over to grasp Kurt's legs and pull them towards him. He moved so the younger boy was straddling his face, and took the cock back in his mouth. The two boys sucked each other off with vigour, bringing each other closer and closer to orgasm. It didn't even occur to Kurt that he would have to swallow Puck's cum if he wanted to keep his car clean, not that he would have cared if it had.

Kurt felt that familiar sensation deep in his belly as he felt Puck's hips began to buck wildly. The two boys came simultaneously, Kurt doing his best to swallow it all. He nearly managed, just a few drops remained on his face. He crawled back up to face Puck, who was gazing up at the younger boy with something like wonderment. "You've never done that before?!"

"There's a first time for everything."

"That was better than every other blow job I ever had. Put together!"

"Natural talent. Now, get dressed. I need to get home."

"So when can we do this again?"

"Whenever I want to, Puckerman," Kurt replied as he slid, now fully dressed, into the front seat. "Now get a move on!"

A/N: I'm sorry if it doesn't flow very well - my dad called me downstairs for a lesson in elementary gunsmithing halfway through and I lost the thread a little. Thank you, all the lovely people who review, alert and favourite my fics. Even those who just read them, thank you to you too.