Thanks again for the reviews and alerts! My apologies for the lack of updates lately, I kind of lost the groove for a few days, but it seems to be back!
This one is for the wonderful LadyBabette. Enjoy!
Walk On – Billy Currington
Puck stopped and stared through the window at the shop.
There were two guys inside laughing about some item of clothing.
The brunet looked familiar, but it had been years since he'd last seen him, and why would he be in Dallas of all places?
He watched as the redhead leaned in and kissed the brunet's cheek.
Suddenly Puck was caught in a whirlwind of memories.
Soft, silken skin.
Warm, breathy moans.
They had spent all summer and the next year together. It had been the best year of Puck's life. Then he had gone to LA and He had gone to New York.
He wanted nothing more than to go into that store and slam him against a wall. Or a table. Or a counter. He wasn't really that picky.
He wanted to apologize. He wanted to beg for forgiveness.
He wanted to make him his again.
He was at the door when he stopped himself.
He was happy now.
Puck stepped back and sighed, giving his head a shake, he gave the two men in the shop one last look of longing before he turned and carried on.
I wanna stop and ask your name
Take a picture of your pretty face
Shout to heaven, steal a kiss
lay the world at your throne
I wanna beg you to be mine
For the rest of both our lives
But instead I catch my breath, shake my head
And I walk on
Inside the shop Kurt Hummel had glanced up in time to see the familiar Mohawk walk away from the door. He waved Joey, his assistant, away and scowled at him for being so forward.
Making a quick decision, he ran to the door.
Really, seriously, if you think a drabble should be made longer, feel free to let me know, whichever gets the most votes I will write a full length story for! But be specific about it! Please?