Gaaaah! It's been so long since I updated this! like what? about 2 months? I've had the plans for it typed up for about a month and a half, just didn't elaborate on them till recently. It's just my self diagnosed depression was acting up and I lost all my passion for everything for a bit there BUT! Criminal Minds brought me back! So now I try writing this in between watching it and writing fics for that fandom.
Well, enjoy! and I own nothing
Effect of a Summer Epiphany Ch.6
An intense feeling of deja vu and familiarity washed over Puck. He knows that this has happened before but he can't put a finger on it because right now they are sliding up and down fit thighs and he is experiencing the wonderful sensation of moisturized lips on his own. Everything he saw was black and he felt heat. Heat bubbling up inside of him and around him, felt the unmistakable weight of a body straddling his leg, leaning into him.
Going with his instincts, he reached up and forcefully gripped the person's ass, making them rise up and gasp. The instant lips left his he opened his eyes, realizing why it was so dark, and seeing Hummel for a split second before he lost balance and slid against Puck's body. But, instead of the moment being broken like he knows has happened before, he hurriedly hauled Kurt back up so he was being fully straddled by the surprisingly light boy. Lips eagerly met once again, him resuming the mapping out of that sweet mouth as if there was never an interruption.
Impossibly soft hands slid over his shirt covered shoulders, down bare arms, and covered his large hands resting on narrow hips. They grabbed his and brought them back around to fit snugly over his round ass. Well that's interesting. Hips deliberately rocked into his, slowly and sensually, pushing a prominent bulge into his own and providing sweet, sweet pressure. Puck moaned out at the sensation, the distinct caress over his clothed erection sent tingles sprinting through his nerves and intensifying greatly before extinguishing in his fingertips and toes.
A wonderful light seemed to shine on his lust fogged mind making him realize what awesome use his hands could be in making that friction better. He used his hold to push Kurt's rolling hips heavily into his own, thrusting up into the blissful meeting. His groan was harmonized with a high pitch moan from Kurt while his bottom lip was tugged between teeth.
Once his lip was free, Puck attached them to the spot on Kurt's neck just below his ear, wasting no time as he sucked the spot harshly and letting the rough pants next to his own ear egg him on. He bit down when those soft hands returned, sliding under his thin shirt to softly brush up to his shoulders only to scratch back down. It was unexpected but oh so welcomed as a shiver passed through him, rippling out from the scrapes and spreading like wildfire.
The persistent rocking of hips against his own stopped and he actually wanted to cry from the lack of a covered cock rubbing against his own until in what seemed like a poof of magic, he had a hand down his unfastened jeans. He cupped Kurt's hand through his jeans to push it harder against himself, letting his head fall back against the couch and focus on that warm palm kneading him. Then that breathy whisper of his name in his ear, fuck!
Puck groaned and opened his eyes to see his room, day light filtering through the window behind him. He unhappily rolled from his stomach onto his back to relieve the pressure on his stupid hard on. Damn dreams.
!GLEE!
"Puck? What are you doing here?" Kurt questioned once he opened the front door to the house. Not that he was unhappy seeing the other, it's just unexpected.
"Hang out with Finn."
"Oh, well come in, he's in his room." Once he stepped to the side to let the jock in he closed the door and turned to find Puck staring at him. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Wha?" Was Puck's way of snapping out of it. "Um, like what?" Kurt narrowed his eyes.
"Like your trying to remember where you've seen me before. Here, let me help. It was yesterday, okay?" He started slowly, joking around as if Puck was really clueless. "And we were in the living room-"
"Psh, shush up." The tan boy cut him off and moved to place his hand over Kurt's mouth but it was batted away by a madly flapping hand. "I was just being disappointing at the return of the layers." Or you know, trying to figure out who the hell that was in his dream because it certainly didn't seem like them. It hadn't felt...new. It was like they had been together for years, which is pretty damn different from what happened yesterday if you ask him.
"I like my layers, they're comfortable," Kurt finished with finality. It is bad enough his bow-ties have been ridiculed.
"Well I'm sure you would feel even more comfortable without this giant sweater." Kurt didn't like the devious smile that was directed towards him. As soon as Puck went for the large buttons keeping his sweater closed, he turned away from the approaching hands, which in turn made muscular arms wrap around him and grope blindly for the buttons. "Oh come on, why not take it off hmm?"
When Puck wasn't getting anywhere with the buttons, Kurt could maneuver better than he thought, he resorted to tickling, making the slender boy in his arms erupt in strained laughter. Then there was a thud and a loud curse. Both boys stopped their struggling to look up and see Finn stepping away from a wall and rubbing his forehead.
"Umm, are you alright?" Kurt asked curiously, straightening up and stepping away from the arms around him.
"Yeah, but I ran into the stupid wall."
Puck started cracking up with laughter and managed to ask how in between chuckles.
"I'm really thirsty so I was going to get a drink but then I heard 'take it off' and giggling so I thought I could get to the kitchen with my eyes closed because I really, really don't want to see anything," Finn explained and Kurt huffed at the ridiculousness of his step-brothers assumptions.
"Like we would really be doing something, honestly Finn? Especially with Dad and Carole here?"
That stopped Puck's laughter.
"Burt is here?" Where they loud enough for him to hear? "Come on, let's go Finn!" He grabbed the tall teen's arm and quickly dragged him away from the scene of the crime. No, he's not scared, just...cautious.
"Dude, I haven't gotten my drink," Finn whined as Kurt watched them race away.
"Baby," he muttered, referring to Puck, but smiled a small sadistic smile when he thought about what his Dad would do if he heard and misunderstood like Finn. Once done with his fantasizing of the torture of the jock, he straightened his precious layers and skipped back to his room.
!GLEE!
"This is great Mrs. H." Puck complimented before shoveling some of the french onion breaded chicken into his mouth.
"Thank you Noah, glad you could join us" Carole replied.
See, Puck wasn't planning on staying for dinner because then it would be 'dinner with the parents' and that just doesn't sit well with him. But Carole is apparently all for it and wouldn't let him say no. So now he is pretending it's dinner with a friend's parents, seeing as Finn is his friend and they are his parents too, and is ignoring the fact that Burt is just a person away. A very thin person with a sweater fit for Cookie Monster. Seriously man, things freakin' huge.
All the pretending in the world couldn't stop him from acknowledging that this was 'dinner with the parents' when Burt asks one of the main questions every damn parent has to ask their little girl's boyfriend. Or in this case, gay son's big bad wolf of a boyfriend. Hmmm, big bad wolf. He totally likes the sound of that. Oh right, question.
"So Puckerman, what are your plans for the future, you know, when high school's over?"
"Uhh, well, umm..." Hell! He didn't know.
"Oh dude, Coach Beiste said a football recruiter is coming from Ohio State!" Finn interjected.
"That's great! Maybe you two can get scholarships!" Oh Carole, ever the optimistic mom. Did Puck ever say how much he likes Finn's mom? You can definitely tell she cares about her kid.
"Football is great, but what if that doesn't work out? You two got a back up plan?" Burt questioned while filling up his fork for another bite.
Both Finn and Puck looked at each other before back at Burt.
"Back up plan? I didn't even think about it not working out, what am I gonna do if it doesn't happen." Finn voiced his concern and dropped his eyes to his food, confusion and depression clear on his expression. Kurt decided to finally speak.
"If you don't know what you want to do than go to a community college for two years to get all the general classes out of the way, figure out what you want to do, then transfer to a university to complete the degree. Saves money and it's easier to get a job to save up for university tuition."
"You can do that?"Finn asked, relief flooding him.
"Really?" Puck chimed in at the same time as the teen across from him, though not as eagerly.
"Well there you boys go, immediate future planned out. Still doesn't mean you can slack off though at community college," half threatened Carole while shifting her eyes between the two boys.
Community college? Puck thinks he might be able to handle that. He doesn't really care about the recruiter because he has never looked at football as a career, just something to do so he could tackle and injure others without getting in trouble. Great stress reliever and being a jock helps with the ladies too. Actually visualizing himself doing something for a living is just...well, hard. There's no particular skills he has except sex and even though he is a stud and everything, he just isn't cool with prostitution. Male stripper? Man, what if he gets fat in the future?
Musings on the future are cut short once he realizes he is packed full and Carole is taking his plate away. Kurt is helping her with the dishes when him and Finn are heading back up for another hour or so of shooting and blowing things up until the taller teen has to call it a night because he still has homework to do. Just like a true high school student, waiting till the last minute to do weekend homework. Before leaving for the night, he decides to hop over to Kurt's room. Not literally though because that would be weird. Hopping is for bunnies.
"Hey Princess, whatchya doin'?"
"What? No knocking?" Kurt asked, looking over the top of his book.
"Nope," Puck said happily as he jumped on Kurt's bed, sprawling out on his back next to him. "Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West, and that's interesting?" He looked from the book cover to Kurt.
"To me it is."
"Well aren't I more interesting?"
Kurt studied the other as if mulling it over in his head, taking in the others relaxed state and cocky grin. "I suppose you can be." It was said simply and smoothly before he turned back to his book but couldn't fight the smile when Puck took the book from him. Even through his cry of "Hey! Don't loose my spot!"
The book was thankfully put down, spine facing up, so the pages wouldn't turn and to Kurt's joy it was placed on his nightstand next to him, meaning he had a wonderfully toned and tanned body reaching over his own for a few moments.
"I was reading that," he pouted.
"Nah, really?" Puck teased before rolling onto his stomach and leaning up to plant a kiss on soft lips. "See? I'm way more interesting." Kurt couldn't deny that, especially when his lips were once again occupied with Puck's.
It's hard to believe just a little while ago he was amazed at sitting on his bed with a former tormenter and now he is kissing him! Oh the crazy things life throws at you.
"So, better than that book?" Puck said once he had barely pulled away, still staying so close that it was to awkward to look each other in the eye, them both settling for the other's mouth. Normally Kurt would have come back with some witty comeback for Puck's self-assured question but his mind was to focused on other things, like why after another brief kiss his boyfriend was getting up off the bed.
"Where are you going?" Did that sound needy? Damn hormones, why the hell are they kicking in so strongly recently? He was hoping it came out like confusion but whether it did or not, he couldn't tell from Puck's expression.
"Well, I was just poppin' in to say a quick goodbye before heading home," he started explaining as he walked over to Kurt's side of the bed and jokingly pinched his cheeks like a stereotypical grandma just to have his hands swatted away and the adorable picture of Kurt scrubbing at his cheeks with his too long sleeves grace his eyes. "Buuut, a certain someone, layers and all, made me get carried away."
"It's because I'm fabulous."
"And a pain in the ass. Oh look, I'm getting the bitch stare now, that's my cue, see ya babe!"
"Yeah you better leave," Kurt playfully said to a retreating Puck, tossing a throw pillow at him. What has he gotten himself into with this crazy boy?
ahhh ending chapters can be so hard, never know the best way to end them.
How crazy is it that Glee had a recruiter? mentioned Kurt's layers? AND Puck is suppose to have a cousin come into the picture? wonder if the cousin is gonna be gay like he is in my fic?
Oh well! leave your thoughts! not the best of chapters but it is something=^.^=