So I am currently in the stage of writing when I have so much enthusiasm toward the project and I am writing non stop. This chapter was written the same time the last one was and as much as I wanted to post it right after the third chapter, I don't want to give you guys too much at one time. Haha, as if it would bother you! But here is the next installment. I have to warn you, things are slowly heating up but in the next two or three chapters, the drama will rise and you are going to be begging for more! Enjoy
Chapter Four: Plans Fail
Usually waking up in the morning and getting ready for his day was fun for Kurt—usually. But then again usually he wasn't worried about walking out of his room and bumping into the man that broke his heart years ago. Kurt sighed as he rolled out of bed and walked to his desk and turned his laptop on. He had a lot of work to get done even though it was a Sunday. Being a PR coordinator was a 24/7 job. Seeing as he was focusing on the event planning aspect of the PR world he was lucky enough to not have to worry about being someone's agent or their rep. Going to school for public relations he heard many stories of people who managed artists or actors and how crazy their life was. Kurt only had to work on the next event that Vogue was hosting. Lucky for him it was a garden party baby shower for one of the lead stylist for Vogue. Seeing as she was a pretty big deal the guest list was star packed and Kurt knew he needed to get everything right.
He sat down in front of his computer and began looking through the invitation list. He needed to make sure he mailed them out first thing in the morning. On top of a million other things he had to remember to get done.
"Knock, knock." Kurt heard and turned his head from his laptop. Standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame, was Puck. Wearing only plaid pajama bottoms, Kurt had to force himself from looking at the man's bare chest and torso.
"So you just open people's doors and stalk them now?" Kurt said obviously annoyed. He turned back to his work and scanned the list again.
"Well," Puck said stepping into the room. "I was only going to peak in to see if you were up but since you were I decided I'd make my presence known."
Kurt scoffed. "Trust me, I know that you're here. You're everywhere lately. My only thought is why that is."
Puck took a seat on the edge of Kurt's bed and crossed his feet. "You know people wonder things like that every day. Sometimes they never get an answer."
Kurt turned and looked over his shoulder at the shirtless man. "Yeah, just like I never got an answer on why you didn't show up at the airport."
He had expected Puck to react in some way, but he didn't. He just stared back at Kurt. Kurt returned to his work again and started typing and adjusting the list. "Can I help you with something Puck?"
"Can you not call me Puck?" He replied instantly. "It sounds like poison coming out of your mouth."
"Believe me it tastes like it too." Kurt quipped. He had gotten much better at his snappy comebacks since high school. "But your first name tastes like vomit, so if I continue to call you Puck maybe I'll be able to withstand the poison and make it through this phase you're going through."
"And what phase might that be Kurt?" Puck asked intrigued.
Kurt printed his list and got up the retrieve it from the printer on his dresser. "The phase in which you believe that you are welcome in this house."
Puck stood from the bed and walked up behind Kurt. They were inches apart and Kurt could feel the man's breath on the back of his neck. Kurt stiffened, but he couldn't help but to allow his back to press against the other man's chest.
"I'm not welcome here?" Puck said, his breath sending chills down Kurt's spine.
Kurt couldn't find it in him to speak, he knew his voice would crack and he didn't want to show Puck the affect he was having on him. So he settled on shaking his head. Puck stepped forward only slightly but it was enough to where every part of his front side was meshed against Kurt's backside. Chest to chest, stomach to back, pelvis to butt; everything was connected to the other in some way.
"If you don't want me here, kick me out." Puck said.
Kurt wanted to said that he would do just that, but in this moment he couldn't think of anything else but the man standing behind him. He could only think about the kisses that Puck once placed to his neck and how standing in this position three years ago was enough to make Kurt swoon and want to be even closer if possible. Now, he still had that feeling, but it was over powered by rage and pent up aggression towards his once lover.
Puck leaned down and his lips were inches from Kurt's neck. Without even realizing, Kurt had leaned against the boy and was craning his neck ever so subtly, hoping to feel a kiss he once had felt.
"I'll let you get back to work." Puck whispered.
Just as quickly as Kurt had fallen under his spell, he was alone. He had to catch his balance as Puck walked out of the room without looking back. Kurt gasped and realized he hadn't been breathing the entire encounter. He brought his hands to his head and ran them through his hair in frustration.
He'd fallen for the entire game all over again. He had been teased and tricked once again by the man. But this time he was the fool for falling for it. He should have kicked Puck out of his room the second he appeared in the doorway, but like the naïve love struck person he was, he had been entranced and wanted to test the waters. Only to drown.
Kurt smiled as he laid on the bed looking up at the ceiling. He was really happy about his life right now. Sure he had a life in New York and he had so much to worry about there with college and trying to fit in, but laying here was more thrilling to him than the hype of the big city. A muscular arm snaked around his stomach and he smiled as he felt himself being pulled flush against the other man.
"Hungry for more?" Kurt asked smirking.
Noah chuckled and rolled over so that he was holding himself over Kurt's slender body. He leaned down and captured the boy's lips in a kiss. He came up and then kissed the boy's nose. "I'm always hungry for you." He said with a cheeky smile.
Kurt giggled and with as much force as he had he pushed Noah off of him and then rolled over and straddled the boy's waist. Both boys were wearing boxers but Kurt was the only one with a shirt on, and that shirt happened to be one of Noah's and he was very long on Kurt. He placed his hands on Noah's chest for support as he tried his hardest to be sexy for the boy laying under him.
"So you think that you're able to be on top now?" Noah grinned and winked up.
Kurt leaned down to his ear and whispered, "You can be the top, but let me be on top this time." He then licked the shell of Noah's ear. He kissed the junction between his ear and his jaw, knowing that it drove the boy absolutely mad. He sucked at that spot until he heard the boy grunting in satisfaction. Kurt smiled knowing he was doing something right.
"You will be the death of me Kurt Hummel." Puck said gripping Kurt's hips, playing with the waistband line of his expensive name brand bikini briefs.
Kurt sat up straight and smiled down at the Jewish boy he was slowly falling for. "Now tell me that you love me." Kurt said repeating the words he had heard merely hours prior.
"I love you Kurt." Noah said, his eyes locked on Kurt's. The emotion he showed the boy was true and was the realest thing he had shown anyone. Kurt leaned down and kissed the boy.
Noah's hands locked around Kurt's neck and pulled him down further into the kiss. Somewhere in between the touch of their lips and Noah's hand wrapping around his neck, Kurt felt Noah's tongue enter his mouth, and he willingly accepted it. Kurt pulled away but kept his forehead pressed against his, their noses touching.
"God Kurt you're so beautiful." Noah said.
Kurt bit his bottom lip in ecstasy. "Say my name again."
Puck smirked. "Kurt, Kurt…"
"Kurt!" The voice snapped him out of his trance. Kurt looked to his doorway to see Finn standing there with a confused expression on his face.
Kurt cleared his throat and reached for the paper that he had printed out. "Sorry I was just thinking about, um, work stuff." He lied. "Hello Finn, what can I do for you?"
Finn smiled and walked in and sat on his little brother's bed. "I was wondering if you wanted to come out to breakfast with me. We haven't had one of our bro-dates in a long time."
Kurt smiled and thought about how much he needed to get done today. But then the thought about being in the house with only Puck (knowing Santana had to get to the dance studio to work on choreography for her dance class) was enough to make him want to go out. "That sounds great Finn."
"Awesome!" Finn said hopping off the bed and heading toward the door. "Get dressed and come downstairs when you're ready, me and Puck with be waiting for you."
"Puck?" Kurt asked shocked.
Finn face-palmed and shook his head. "Shit I forgot to mention that I invited Puck too. I mean he's like my brother too, not by blood or marriage, but like by friendship and time, you know? Anyways he's coming with us. Hurry up, I want to eat already!"
Kurt wanted to protest, but he couldn't. He knew how much Finn wanted to spend time with him and he didn't want to let Puck get in the way of that. He was frustrated that he now had to deal with the boy all day, just as he had hoped this plan with eliminate. Grunting he set his invite list for work on his desk and went to his large closet to pick out something casual to wear out.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed loves, review and tell me how you feel
