A/N: So... Has anyone seen Riah? I think I lost another beta... I think the problem is me...
-. Things (FINALLY) start to get rated M this chapter… Hope you like it.
-. One more thing: I changed the AA scene so it got a bit more close to reality (Thanks Fear Dah Bunnies )
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There's a lot of things that I don't know, and I really mean a lot but one of the things that I do know is that I don't get scared. EVER.
They say that there's a first time for everything in this life and I think that right now is the first time for me to be scared. Maybe it is this whole thing about living Puck behind. Maybe the bear type that is my boyfriend's father and the fact that he scares me a bit. Or a lot. Fuck, he scares the shit out of me.
I've been standing here for the last 15 minutes on their door step and I didn't ring the bell yet. Maybe it's time for me to show some balls and ring it. That's it. Time to ring the bell.
I can't even take a breath and Kurt's already opening the door. He has a grin on his beautiful pink lips, the ones that I would love to see sucking my… STOP! Don't go there! You don't want to have dinner with Mr. Hummel with a boner! Not that you would get to the dinner if you had a boner...
"Hi, baby! Missed you" I give him a kiss
"Noah! I was wondering how long would take for you to ring the bell…" quoting Aretha: HELL TO THE NAW! "You saw I was here?"
"Well, I heard your trunk 20 minutes ago and I saw you walking to the front door 15 minutes ago. By the way, let me take a look at your trunk tomorrow. There's something really wrong with it..." That's it. Now Kurt is sure I'm an idiot. "I don't think you're an idiot, baby. My father is kind of scary sometimes" Kind of? Sometimes? "You really gotta stop reading my mind. It's a bit weird and don't talk bad things about my trunk"
"It's not my fault you're easy to read and your trunk needs a mechanic like right now... " Sure it's Kurt's fault! If he didn't knew me so well I wouldn't be so easy to read.
"Who's at the door, Kurt?" Here he comes. Tonight's all or nothing. Mr. Hummel has to like me, or at least stand the idea of having me around
"It's Noah, dad." Say something, stupid, anything.
"Hi Mr. Hummel. How are you?"
Okay, I could have been a bit more creative… but let's keep it this way. At least this time I didn't sound like Tina... "I'm good, Mohawk, and you?" Thinking you're going to crush my bones. Maybe I'll get out with just a threat. Let's keep on with the wishful thinking. Kurt let's out a small laugh. Is he reading my mind again? Shit, I didn't answer Mr. Hummel.
"I'm good too, sir."
"Let's go to the living room. Kurt doesn't like people on the kitchen wile he's cooking." Just now I realized we're still standing in the door step. Did Mr. Hummel just say that Kurt's cooking? I lo-like a guy who can sing, fix cars and cook? Can he be a bit more awesome?
"You're cooking?" Stupid question. I know. I can't help those when I'm around Kurt! It's not my fault!
"Yes I am, and no, I won't let you into the kitchen"
"See? Told you so..." Mr. Hummel is smiling. It's not like you can say 'Wow! He has a huge smile on his face' but it's enough to make me a bit more comfortable. Just a bit. I don't think I'll ever be comfortable around Mr. Hummel.
"Yes, you did, sir."
"Let's go, there's a game on and I want to see the end of it before dinner." Kurt Looks at my hand then back at my face.
"So, Noah, is there a reason for you to be holding that bouquet?" If Mr. Hummel didn't thought I was stupid before he probably thinks now, although I'm pretty sure he already thought I was stupid.
"I almost forgot! These are for you. I didn't know what to bring you… Mom and Sarah told me to bring something and these flowers have a nice color... and I thought you would like it" Rambling much?
"They're beautiful, Noah. I love roses. The white ones in especial. Now go to the living room because I have to finish our food"
I get to the living room and Mr. Hummel's sitting on the sofa. "So, Puckerman, how's your mother?"
"She's very good, sir. Do you know her?" Please don't tell me you dated her, please, please, please. That would be too weird...
"We went to high school together. I even had a crush on her but I didn't stand a chance… I wasn't Jew." Well, good news! He's probably the only guy my mom didn't date. "How does she feel about you and Kurt?"
"She loves Kurt. Sometimes I think that she and my sister Sarah love Kurt more then me. I know they enjoy having him around. They can talk about everything they can't talk with me..." Mr. Hummel let's out a chuckle and turns his attention back to the game.
A few minutes later, which were passed with a bit of a chat between me and Mr. Hummel, Kurt came into the living room wearing a yellow apron. "Dinner is ready"
"What are we having for dinner, kid?"
"Wait and see, dad." I sat in front of Kurt and Mr. Hummel sat on the head of the table.
"So how did you two start dating?" That's smooth! Kurt rolls his eyes and I have the feeling he's thinking the same thing… At least he didn't ask it while we were alone. I would probably freak out...
"Mr. Shue paired us on glee and after that we started talking, hanging out, we started to know each other better and we found out we had a lot in common. That was it. Not a big thing" Mr. Hummel's face changed when Kurt said that we 'started to know each other better' and I really don't wanna know what he thought. He's looking at me and I feel I should say something. What the fuck should I say?
"Yeah. I liked Kurt for a while already and when Mr. Shue paired us I took the chance to show Kurt I could be the guy for him." Ow. My. God. There's something really, really, absurdly, wrong with me. I have to go see a doctor. Kurt is looking at me like he thinks the same thing. At least Mr. Hummel seems pleased with what I said...
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The rest of the dinner was uneventful. Kurt's dad went to the living room while me and Kurt were cleaning the dinner room, taking the dirty dishes to the kitchen and washing them. When we finished doing the dishes I ask what was on my mind since the beginning of the evening.
"So… There's any chance your dad liked me?"
"He did like you, Noah, is just that you are my first boyfriend and he's trying to play safe. He's afraid of you taking advantage of me. Taking my 'purity'…" I do want to take Kurt's purity. Not that I would tell Mr. Hummel that, no. I'm not suicidal, even thought I know it seems like it sometimes. What matters is that I want Kurt naked on my bed. I want his body. I want his mouth around my cock. I want to be the first one to touch him, to suck him, to penetrate him. I want to be the first and, if I have any saying about this, the last one. I want to wake up hugging his naked body I want to…
"NOAH!" I blink a few times
"How long was I out?"
"A few seconds… Don't worry. The time will come" I want to see him come… Ow shit I'm loosing it again. I shake my head a bit, to see if my thoughts go to somewhere else, anywhere else, beside Kurt's naked body, Kurt's skin, Kurt's ass, well, far away from anywhere that has something to do with having sex with Kurt. "The time to what will come?"
He gets really close to me and with a side grin he whispers "The time for you to take care of my purity." And he kisses me, and this time isn't that soft, innocent, kiss I'm used to. It's hard, it's hot, full of luxury and wanton and desire.
It's a breathtakingly fierce kiss.
It's all tongue and teeth.
It's sloppy and wet.
It's... perfect.
I can feel him hard against my leg and I'm sure he can fell how hard I am right now.
I slid my hand down his back and squeeze his ass a bit. He moans. It's a low manly moan and that makes me even harder. I don't think I've ever been this hard. I tighten my grip around his ass and he lets out another moan. I can feel that Kurt's gonna be death for me.
Another thing I can feel is that I'll come in my pants right now if we don't slow things a bit. I gotta push him away I got to… He's pulling away. Thank God! Okay. I gotta put my breathing under control. And find my voice.
"Don't do that, Kurt. I'm going to loose it and I really don't think that right here and right now is the right moment…" My voice sounds breathless and hoarse.
"Yeah… My father getting in here and seeing us wouldn't be good… It would probably give him another heart attack…" Not to mention that he would probably kill me, hide my body in the garage – since Kurt's bedroom is on the basement - and make Kurt his prisoner.
We just stand looking at eachother's eyes. Something cross Kurt's face, some feeling I can't exactly place. His face gets serious "Can I ask you something, before we go to the living room?" I have never seen Kurt so worried
"Sure, baby. Is everything okay?" He points to one of the stools on the kitchen. I sit and he sits next to me. "How old were you on your first time?" I hadn't seen this one coming… thinking back I should've, shouldn't I?
I take a deep breath. This is not something I usually talk about.
"I was 13. It was with an older girl and I kind of regret doing it when I did. I don't think I was ready and I did it because everyone talked about it but no one had done it. I was the king. I had had sex. Everyone talked about how cool it must have been and for me it didn't felt right. I would say it had been awesome and that I had never enjoyed anything more in my life. Sometimes I think that's why I did some of the things, related to sex I mean, that I've done. My first time was so wrong that I didn't give a damn anymore. I never told that to anybody." My voice got lower in the end.
I saw understanding in his eyes. "I just want you to know that I'll wait 'till you're ready. I know how is it when you do it and you're not ready." I touch his hand and he looks into my eyes. I always feel like I can spend hours looking into his eyes. They're gray right now. "I'll wait for you, baby. No matter how long. I'll wait until you are ready." Kurt smiles and gives me a little kiss. "Thanks, Noah. Now we better go otherwise my father will get in here thinking we are having sex."
"We don't want that."
When we got to the living room Mr. Hummel had a small smile on his face and he stopped looking at me like he wasn't really excited about me being there. I wonder why he had this change but I certainly won't be the one to ask him about it.
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I get home and, for the first time, all the lights are off. By the phone's side is a note.
Noah,
Me and Sarah went to the movies and then we're going to eat something. Don't wait up. Tomorrow we'll talk about you meeting Kurt's dad.
Love,
Mom
I get into my room and sit on my bed. I take my shirt and pants off. It's hot so I'll sleep only on boxers. I lay down, and put my arm across my face, covering my eyes. When I close them the only thing I can think is Kurt's lips hard against mine.
Kurt's hot body glued to mine.
Kurt's hard cock pressed against me.
The need coming from him during the kiss. I can hear his moans and feel his touch. I'm hard again.
I slide my hand through my body until I reach my trembling cock. I pass my thumb over the red head and I can't fight the moan that comes from my mouth. I wrap my hand around my hard flesh and star pumping it. Slowly. My imagination starts to create images.
I see Kurt's hand marking my back.
I see his pale white skin.
I see his hand around my cock.
I start pumping faster.
I see him getting to his knees and taking the head of my cock inside his mouth.
Each image created by my mind makes me more and more desperate for release. I begin to increase the pace and pressure.
In my mind I can see him tracing a drop of pre-cum with his tongue. Base to the swollen head… that's when the lust took over. I give a firm squeeze and flick my thumb across the head of my engorged cock and I ride myself trough the orgasm.
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I get down to take breakfast and I meet Sarah with a cup of coffee coming out of the kitchen. She gives me a small smile. "Morning, Noah"
"Morning, Sarah. Where's mom?"
"She's in the kitchen. She wants to talk to both of us."
"Let's go talk to her" We get to the kitchen and my mom is reading the paper.
"Did you want to talk to us?"
She folds the paper and points to the chairs "Yes, I did. today is my one month clean anniversary and I wanted you two to go to the AA meeting with me. You don't have to but we'll have cake and it would be nice to have you there. We can lunch out after the meeting and talk about Noah meeting Burt. What you think?" I don't even have to think twice
"You got me when you said a month clean!" Sarah's smiling
"What should I wear?" My mom has a smile on her face that would probably light the whole town. I know that's cliche but there isn't another way of explaining it.
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We got to the meeting and sat in the front. Everyone smiling and talking to mom. When the meeting begun I could only think about how things had changed in a small space of time.
"Today we have a few celebrations. We'll start with Isabella, at one month sober. Her and her sponsor would like to get up here and say a few words." My mom stands up with a woman I'd never seen before.
"Hi, I'm Janice, and I'm an alcoholic," she starts, smiling widely.
"Hi, Janice," the congregated group echoes.
"I've been here a long time and had many sponsees, but none with the determination of Isabella here. She remains strong and has hardly even thought about taking a drink since she started. I'm so proud of her, and would love to present her with this token. Remember-if you get thirsty, just swallow this instead. It'll be easier in the long run. And now, I'm proud to present Miss
Isabella!"
My mom took the mic, and I couldn't help but feel a swell in my chest. I chased down the tightness in my throat as my mom started to speak. "Hi, I'm Isabella, and I'm an alcoholic."
"Hi, Isabella," the crowd replied immediately.
"I had a rough night yesterday," my mom admits.
"I went out with my daughter and we bumped into one of my 'old friends' and he had a whiskey and he tried to convince me to 'take just a bit'. I can tell you that I wanted to drink from that bottle. I really did. It was like I felt attracted to it. The only thing that kept me form reaching out was my daughter. I–I couldn't do that to my kids again. I almost lost them once and I can't afford failing"
She looks at us and smile between her tears. "They are here today, right here, in the front." She looks up, clean her tears, takes a deep breath and with a smile says "Today I celebrate a month sober. And it's the first month of my new life." Everyone in the room stood up and clapped. When she comes down we're waiting to hug her. "Congratulations, mom!" we echo, and all three of us hug and cry.
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"So, Noah, how was your date?" My mother asks during lunch.
"It was very good. Kurt made us pasta. We talked. I assured Kurt of a few things and near the end Mr. Hummel stopped looking at me like he was going to rip my skin off and crush all my bones, which made me a very happy person" My mom smiles
"Burt always had a body type that scared people..."
"Yeah, he told me you went to school together and that you did not date. Thanks for that, by the way... It would be too weird to date the son of somebody that you dated..."
"You're welcome although I think you might have done that already..." Sarah's phone starts to ring. "Why don't you go answer that outside?" My mom has a really weird look on her face. Sarah looks at her, then me and then goes outside to answer her phone.
"Am I guessing wrong if I say that the things you assured Kurt about had something to do with sex?" Am I about to have the 'sex talk'? Because, if I am, my mom is kind of late... "No, Noah, it's not the sex talk" I look at her
"Did I say it out loud?" She smiles kindly.
"No. It's just that, for someone that knows you well, you're easy to read..."
"Kurt says the same thing. And yes, it did had something to do with sex." she nods
"I'm guessing, again, that Kurt's a virgin." I don't know how should I feel about this talk...
"He is... I told him I was going to wait 'till he's ready. I don't want him to do anything that he's going to regret later. I wanted him to know, to be sure, that I would wait for him."
"That's good, Noah." She stops a bit. "Now, Burt calmed down after you talked with Kurt?" What kind of question is that?
"Yes, he did"
"And where did you had the talk?" I'm getting scared
"In the kitchen, after we finished cleaning the diner room. Where you're going with this, mom?" She frowns a bit before speak. I can see she's trying not to laugh
"I'm sorry that I have to tell you, but I bet whatever you want that Burt heard you telling Kurt you were going to wait." I can honestly say that my blood just turned ice. "Noah, breathe, breaaaaathe! It's a good thing, you know?" WHAT?
"How can it be a good thing?" My head starts to ache and I really think I should have a death wish
"He'll trust you." Don't think so.
"Or kill me" Sarah came back and my mom allowed the subject to die.
We're arguing about which ice cream we are going to oder when I feel my cellphone vibrating and hear Sweet Child O'mine. My mom smiles "I really like that song. It's your ringtone to Kurt?"
"Yeah, it is"
"It fits him... both of you actually" I look at my phone and see that it's a text
Kurt: 'I just had 'the talk' and I think I'm scared forever! I'll never be able to look at bananas or papaya the same way again... = ('
I really don't know what to say... I can't imagine a guy like Mr. Hummel having the sex talk with his gay son... I start laughing while I type the answer
'Papaya? Do I even want to know?'
I look at my mom and she seem to be asking, without words, what the hell was that. I put my laugh under control "It's nothing... Kurt is just saying his traumatized by a talk he had with his dad..." My mom just looks at me for a few seconds before both of us burst into laughter. "Poor Kurt" is the only thing she says and Sarah's looking like she wants to know what we're laughing about. My cell rings again.
Kurt: 'No. You don't want to know and I'm trying to forget...'
'Lol. Miss you X'
Kurt: 'Don't laugh! I really used to like papaya! Miss you too X'
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A/N: - Please read my new One-Shot 'Because Of You'.
-. The other day I was watching some interviews with Mark Salling and I can swear to you I was drooling! He has that shy vibe that makes him so... I don't even know how to explain. And, talking about Mark, he's from Texas, right? Shouldn't he have an accent? Like Jared Padalecki (I think I wrote it right) and Jensen Ackels? That would be hot... Like, really, really hot! Okay I'm going to shut up now!
Ignore my rambling and review! (*-*)