Empty Chairs At An Empty Table Chapter 3, a glee fanfic

Title: Empty Chairs At An Empty Table

Author: lil-miss-chocolate

Rating: NC17

Characters: Kurt, Puck, Mercedes, Rachel, Quinn, Tina, Artie, Will, Emma, Sue, Figgins (briefly), Burt (referenced but no appearance), Jesse (referenced but no appearance).

Pairings: Kurt/Puck is the main one, the rest are a little intricate.

Genre: Crime/Romance

Warnings: Various character deaths, some angsty stuff, some smut, and some sickeningly fluffy stuff.

Spoilers: None

Summary: An AU 1920's murder mystery featuring the Glee club (and assorted friends and relatives).

Disclaimer: I don't make the toys, I just play with them. And the idea of a 1920's murder mystery belongs to an anon on the Glee Kink Meme.

Word Count: ~18,000 in total. Chapters vary. Third chapter: ~1,400

Beta: Slash_Pl0x. He saved this story from my incapable hands and made it fab, so much love to him.

And the rating jumps up to NC17. This being written by me, I had to have smut in it somewhere. If you are actually just reading for the plot, and want to skip it, just scroll past the marked section. You won't miss much, plotwise.

I did my research on this - according to Wikipedia, KY was invented in 1904, although it wasn't used widely as a 'personal lubricant' till several years later.

Chapter 3/13

Kurt waited as all the guests announced their intentions to search particular areas. He was planning to search the second floor, where his bedroom was, and was waiting to see if the handsome Noah Puckerman might join him there. Mercedes, recognising his intention, had suggested that she and Quinn Fabray search the first floor, so they departed together, leaving Kurt and Puck behind.

"Mr. Puckerman," Kurt began, but was cut off.

"Call me Noah. Please."

A suggestive smile spread over Kurt's face. "Noah then. I was wondering if you would care to accompany me to search the second floor? I think a thorough search of my bedroom might yield satisfactory results."

Puck smirked and replied, "It might take us a while."

"I do hope so. It's this way." Kurt led the taller man up several flights of stairs, down a well lit corridor, and into his sumptuous bedroom. A four poster bed, with golden posts and turquoise satin sheets, dominated the room.

Lemon Starts. Lemon Starts. Lemon Starts. Lemon Starts. Lemon Starts.

As soon as Puck closed the door behind him, Kurt pinned him to it, hands on shoulders, lips against lips. Puck's hands found their way to Kurt's waist, pulling the slim man towards him so their bodies were pressed together as their tongues explored each other's mouths. Kurt gently sucked on Puck's lower lip, right hand making its way down Puck's chest. He caressed each muscle as he went, his hand finally stopping as it reached the black leather belt. He tugged the white shirt from the trousers and nimbly undid each button, hand moving back up until only the neatly fastened black bow tie held the front of the shirt closed. This was quickly removed, and shirt and jacket discarded to the plush carpet beneath their feet.

Kurt stepped back to admire the tanned expanse of skin before him. He licked his lips before pulling Puck down for another kiss, his own jacket draped gracefully across a chair. As they pressed close a second time, there was no mistaking the growing hardness in the fronts of both of their trousers. Kurt thrust his hips forward as Puck ravished his mouth, gasping slightly at the sensation.

Kurt took hold of both of Puck's hands and pulled him over to his enormous bed. He stood with the back of his legs against the satin sheets as he undid first Puck's belt, and then his trousers, sliding them from his hips to the floor. Puck did the same to Kurt then rested his fingertips on the buttons of Kurt's silk underpants, pausing for a moment to allow a Kurt a chance to stop if he wanted. Kurt had no such inclination, and restarted his assault on Puck's mouth as encouragement to continue. Underwear out of the way, Kurt stood naked before Puck, his finely wrought physique displayed beautifully by the modern electric lighting.

Puck's hands went to Kurt's rounded buttocks, picking him up and seating him on the high bed.

"You're beautiful," he murmured as he did so.

"So are you," Kurt replied as he jerked down Puck's underpants and pushed them to the floor. He slid himself backwards across the sheet, inviting Puck to join him. After an undignified scramble up onto the bed, the height and the slipperiness of the sheets making it tricky, Puck took Kurt into his arms again, capturing his mouth in a searing kiss.

Kurt moaned into his mouth as their cocks brushed together, their hips thrusting against each other with wild abandon. They rolled over so Kurt was lying on top, his hands flying all over Puck's skin, trying to feel as much as possible. His right hand slipped down to the detective's cock, stroking gently before darting behind to caress his balls. Kurt manoeuvred his body so he was kneeling between Puck's legs, left hand moving firmly up and down his shaft as he licked his right forefinger. He felt behind Puck's balls, locating his small hole. He gently pushed his finger in — it went in quite easily, Puck was clearly not new to this. He still reached over to his bedside table and extracted the container of KY concealed there, not wanting to hurt him. He'd first come across the lubricant at university; the medical students used it to lubricate their surgical tools, and one of them had introduced Kurt to its possibilities in the bedroom.

He slicked up his remaining fingers, and slipped them in one by one, until he had three fingers buried inside the larger man. He scissored his fingers in and out, stretching out Puck's hole in preparation for his cock. Kurt turned his hand around and curled his fingers up, trying to find that bundle of nerves that he knew was hidden somewhere.

Puck yelled as Kurt's fingers finally found that magic spot inside him. "Ohhh, Kurt... fuck me!"

"With pleasure." He lubed up his cock and slowly slid into Puck's stretched hole, leaning his weight on his arms. His voiced suddenly pitched much lower, he groaned, "O-oh, Noah..." The tightness felt so good around his cock, so warm and close. He gazed into Puck's eyes as he reached the hilt, revelling in the look of pure ecstasy he saw there. Puck's head was tilted back, but he still kept his eyes locked on Kurt's, feeling the stretch of the other man's cock inside him.

Kurt was clearly waiting for him to make the next move, not wanting to hurt him. Puck moved his hips up, the pressure moving slightly as he did so, and Kurt began to slide himself out, ready to thrust in again. He did so, still moving slowly and carefully to allow Puck to stretch to accommodate him. He wanted the man beneath him to enjoy this as much as he was. Kurt soon found a rhythm that suited them both, his hips swiftly moving back and forth as he felt his climax begin to build. He made sure he angled to hit Puck's prostate, determined to bring him off before he came himself.

"Oh fuck, Kurt!" Puck yelled as he came, spurting over their stomachs. Kurt thrust in one final time as Puck tightened around him, the feeling setting off his own orgasm. He dropped onto Puck's chest as his arms gave way. Both were panting heavily as they came back down. Puck closed his arms around Kurt's waist, holding him close. Kurt slipped out of him as Puck rolled them onto their sides.

Lemon Ends. Lemon Ends. Lemon Ends. Lemon Ends. Lemon Ends. Lemon Ends.

"Noah..." Kurt whispered softly. "That was... wonderful."

Puck leaned forward to kiss the tip of his nose. "It was."

For a moment that seemed to last a lifetime they just lay in silence, their heartbeats the only sound. Then Kurt pulled back, a sad expression on his face. "I have to freshen up and go help search."

Puck nodded. "Wish you could stay here."

"Me too." Kurt kissed his lips gently, then slid out of the bed. "I don't know what we'll do if we can't find her; we don't have a phone line to the mainland, and all the boats are out of use." He shrugged nonchalantly. "I'm sure we'll find her somewhere." He pulled on his underwear, gathered up his clothes, and walked to the door.

"My bathroom's just down the landing; I'll be back in a minute." Kurt seemed almost clinical now, the vulnerable side of him that Puck had briefly seen closed off again, as though afraid of being hurt.

Puck followed him to the door, catching Kurt's wrist as he reached him. "Wait a moment."

Kurt looked at him with an odd expression, guarded, but hopeful. "Yes?"

"I... it wasn't just... it wasn't just for the sex. I really like you, Kurt. I mean, I've really enjoyed reading your letters, and talking to you, and hearing what you think about things. And don't want you think I came here just to… you know…"

The awkwardness was worth the brilliant smile that spread across Kurt's face. He shifted all his clothing to his right arm and twined his left around Puck's neck, pulling him down for a kiss.

Kurt's smile was still present as he stepped back. "I'll be right back," he said, and he darted out of the door.

Puck gazed at the closed door for a moment, then shook himself. He was going to have to go and look for that Rachel girl in a minute; clothes would probably be required. He picked up his trousers and pulled them on, then started searching for the remainder of his clothing.

Well, that's the most vanilla sex I've ever written.

There are only so many words that are synonymous with 'slide' and I think I used them all far too many times. But what else can you do when writing a sex scene with silk all over the shop?