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Chapter 9-Attempts of Male Bonding
On the left was protectiveness and disapproval, amusement and mischievousness on the right, and Kurt was sat right in the middle of it. Some important football game was on, not that Kurt really cared, but sport was something both his dad and his boyfriend enjoyed. He hoped that if they all watched the game together it would encourage his two favourite men to bond. Perhaps it would have had a better chance at being successful if the two didn't support opposing teams. Also, Puck's team was beating Burt's team rather spectacularly, as Puck smugly pointed out every minute or so.
Thirsty, Kurt considered taking a trip to the kitchen to get some drinks but with the way his dad kept shooting glares at a smirking Puck, he didn't think it was a good idea. He knew his dad wouldn't actually kill Puck, even if he did threaten to at least once a day, but Kurt wouldn't put it past his dad to attack his boyfriend and maybe break a few bones or cause severe permanent damage to his penis. Having grown very fond of Puck's lower appendage, Kurt was certain that he didn't want his boyfriend to lose that part of him. So he moistened his lips with his tongue and tried to appease himself with swallowing his own saliva.
As Puck's team scored another… goal? Try? Run? Well, Kurt didn't know the correct term but they earned themselves more points, pushing them even further in the lead, and Puck whooped and threw his arms in the air in celebration.
"Your team's getting massacred Mr. H." Puck pointed out unnecessarily before laughing at the harsh glare Burt aimed at him. "Ha, so that's where you get your evil looks from hey Porce?"
"Incorrect." Kurt replied. "My darling father learned those looks from me."
"You're crazy hot." Puck grinned before forcing Kurt into a kiss, his fingers tweaking Kurt's pierced nipple through the material of his top.
He'd barely pulled a moan from Kurt's lips when Burt smacked Puck upside the head and shot him a 'do that again and I will get my gun' look. Wiping a bead of saliva away from his mouth, Puck only knocked Burt's cap off and rubbed his bald head. Burt seized hold of his wrist and clutched it in a vice-like grip as he bent it at an odd angle. As the older Hummel threw daggers at him with his eyes, Puck knew that with just a little more pressure the man could break his wrist, probably would too if he didn't at least fake an apology.
"Sorry dude, I'll try and behave." Puck told him and Burt finally released his arm.
After sending Puck a disapproving stare that warned him he had better behave, Kurt turned to offer his dad a sheepish smile. During the half-time break, Burt got up to use the toilet so Kurt took the opportunity to get himself a drink. He also got a beer can out for his dad and a soda for Puck.
The game resumed and Puck's team continued to thrash Burt's. Even though Kurt knew very little about football, he could tell that his dad's team was suffering an incredibly embarrassing loss. When the game finished, Puck roared in delight and ran about the room bragging about his team's victory. Burt threw his empty beer can at Puck's head while Kurt just shook his head at the two men's antics before reaching for the remote control and turning the T.V off.
"Boys and their sports." Kurt mumbled to himself. "If I get started on dinner now do you think you two could manage not to kill each other?" Kurt asked looking more specifically at his dad.
"Not making any promises." Burt grumbled and Kurt frowned before shooting Puck a look that warned him to be good.
Normally, Kurt would listen to music as he worked in the kitchen but he decided that wouldn't be the best idea that evening. He cooked in silence, keeping his ears open to hear what was going on between his dad and boyfriend and returning to the living-room to check on them at frequent intervals.
Hearing some odd sounds emitting from the living-room, Kurt let out a sigh before hurrying to see what the fuss was about. As he rounded the corner, he was met with the sight of his dad holding Puck in a chokehold. Hands on hips, Kurt cleared his throat and they both looked at him, Burt's arm still tight around Puck's neck, his eyes beginning to water from lack of breath.
"Dad, let him go." Kurt ordered and Burt released his grip.
Puck coughed and spluttered as he rubbed his aching throat and Kurt moved towards him to check he was ok.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Puck told him trying to laugh the situation off with his bad boy attitude. "I could have taken your old man easily; I was just letting him win. You know that right?"
"Of course." Kurt smiled so as not to further damage his boyfriend's pride. Resting his hands on Puck's shoulders, he pressed a series of kisses all along his neck to make up for his dad's actions. He then looked over to his dad with a sharp glare.
"Punk started it." Burt said and Kurt just rolled his eyes before returning to the kitchen so their dinner didn't burn. This time, Puck followed him, not because he was intimidated by Burt or anything, he just wanted to stare at his boyfriend's ass.
Once the meal was cooked, just a little bit burnt because Puck distracted Kurt with kisses, the three men seated themselves around the table. Puck and Burt shovelled their food down, glaring at one another across opposite ends of the table. Kurt ate in a slower more dignified manner and attempted to make conversation with the two of them. He wasn't very successful.
"I thought you two were going to at least try and get along." Kurt huffed in annoyance.
"Hey, I am trying buddy." Burt defended. "Your punk ass boyfriend is just making things difficult." He pointed his knife at Puck who simply pulled a smirk, earning himself a kick to the shins from his boyfriend.
"Noah?" Kurt asked with a raised eyebrow.
"What?" Puck replied. "It's not my fault your old man hates my guts."
"I'm sure I don't know why I put up with either of you." Kurt sighed dramatically.
"So don't put up with him," Burt suggested nodding his head in the direction of Puck. "Dump him and date someone better. Or just stay single until you're thirty."
"He puts up with you because you're his dad," Puck said. "And aside from the fact you're a total cock-blocker you're kind of cool. For a dad that is. And Kurt puts up with me because I'm a stud and I give him great orgasms."
Both Kurt and Burt closed their eyes and pulled an awkward face before sitting up straighter and acting as though Puck hadn't spoken.
"Dessert anyone?" Kurt offered hoping to break the tension in the room.
"I'd love some." Burt replied and Kurt moved to dish them all a bowl of ice-cream.
After they'd all finished eating, Puck helped Kurt carry out the dirty dishes and load them into the sink. Kurt's cell phone rang, the light on the screen telling him it was Mercedes. Hitting the answer button, he lifted the phone to his ear and happily greeted his favourite girl. Letting out a laugh at something she had said, Kurt wandered into the living-room and lounged stomach-down on the couch with his feet in the air.
Somewhat awkwardly, Burt joined Puck in the kitchen and they worked together on the washing up. The thought of slitting Puck's throat with a sharp knife may or may not have flitted briefly through Burt's mind.
After getting off the phone with Mercedes, Kurt returned to check on his dad and boyfriend. He was relived to find both men in one piece. He did note however that they were both covered in water from what could only be the result of a water fight.
"Honestly, I swear to Marc Jacobs, I really don't know what to do with you two sometimes." Kurt told them.
"Well since I'm all wet you could always strip me and then we could…" Puck began.
"Don't you dare finish that sentence." Burt warned darkly. "I think it's time Noah went home." He said to Kurt.
"I'll walk you to the door." Kurt said and Puck followed him.
Kurt opened the front door and they stepped outside together onto the porch, Puck closing the door behind them. Draping his helmet on the handle of his bike, Puck turned back to Kurt, grabbed his ass and lifted him up and onto Hailey's seat. He stepped up between Kurt's open legs and the countertenor looped his arms over Puck's neck as their mouths met in a frantic needy kiss.
"I think tonight went quite well." Puck commented between sloppy desperate kisses. "Your old man's definitely starting to like me."
"That's ludicrous." Kurt replied raking his fingers through Puck's mohawk. "My dad hates you."
"Damn," Puck responded. "But you still like me, right Porcelain?"
"Yes." Kurt confirmed after another intense kiss. "Probably more than I should."
Still making-out, Puck moved his hand down Kurt's chest before unfastening Kurt's sparkly belt.
"Mmm, Noah, baby stop." Kurt panted out. "The neighbours."
"Screw them." Puck replied. "It's dark, they can't see us. Besides nobody's watching."
"But…" Kurt tried to protest but he never finished. Puck distracted him with his skilful tongue before slipping his hand past his pants and down his underwear to wrap around his cock. "Oh, shit, yeah."
"You like that, Porcelain?" Puck asked and even though Kurt's eyes had fallen closed, he could tell that the other boy was smirking.
"Y-yeah, I like it." Kurt gasped locking his arm around the back of Puck's head and keeping their mouths together, kissing each other desperately as Kurt moved his hand down to grope at Puck through the denim of his jeans.
Hearing Puck growl in arousal through one of their many kisses, Kurt dived his hand down his boyfriend's pants to jerk the muscular boy off too. Somewhere in his lust-driven mind, Kurt was aware of the front door opening and then promptly slamming shut. A moment later, Puck was shuddering against him as he blew his load. About a minute or two later, Kurt reached his own climax and Puck pulled his hand away from his spent cock.
"You've never cum that quick." Kurt pointed out as he fastened his pants back up. As his mind regained common sense he realised that the door slamming must have been his father. "You really do have daddy issues don't you?" He teased.
"Shut up." Puck replied with a hint of embarrassment as he gripped Kurt's hips and helped him down off of Hailey. "I can't help it that my mind's so twisted alright?"
"Hey, it's ok." Kurt told him gently pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "We're all messed up in our own ways." They kissed again. "See you tomorrow?"
"Sure, babe." Puck answered cupping his ass and giving him a final kiss.
"Drive safe." Kurt said as he watched Puck climb astride Hailey then disappear into the night.
Re-entering his house, Kurt found his dad in the living-room downing a can of beer, obviously trying to repress what he had seen his son and boyfriend doing on a motorbike outside the front door.
To Be Continued
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