Title: Lay Back

Pairing: Noah "Puck" Puckerman & Kurt Hummel

Prompt: "Lay on your back, and let me get you pregnant."

"You know I'm a boy, right?"

"Then lay on your back, and let me try."

Warnings: Angst. No Plot. Slash. OoC (Both Puck and Kurt). Graphic Sex. Homosexual Pairings. Season 1 Spoilers.

Puck sat his his jaw clenched, his hands balled in to fists and pressed hard against his thighs. His head was half bowed and his shoulders were tensed. He had been like that all day, every time he stepped in to any of his classes. He found his not so regular but claimed desk in the back of the class room and sat down, and wouldn't speak or even react to anything for the entire period until the bell rang, then he would repeat the action. Teachers didn't bother to try to get him to participate in class, and none of his jock friends tried to speak to him, and none of the girls that usually hung around him tried to say anything either.

They all knew it was helpless. Quinn Fabray had her baby three days ago, and had given her away just yesterday. Puck was angry and devastated, nothing anyone said or did would make him feel any better. He wanted nothing more than to hold that beautiful baby girl he had made with Quinn in his arms and never let her go. He felt like he had failed as a human being, not being able to take care of his own flesh and blood. He hated that he wasn't even allowed the choice to, because he'd drop out of school, and get a real job in a heart beat to take care of his baby. Anyone who doubted that he wouldn't be the best father in the world that he could be would get their teeth knocked out.

The rest of New Directions was in an awkward silence. Finn of course wasn't there, and neither was Quinn having just gotten released from the hospital. Santana and Brittany had left early, seeing as Mr. Schue had said no practice after the loss of sectionals, but Rachel had convinced the others to come anyways. The two cheerleaders had spoken of better things to do instead of sit around at school on a perfectly good Friday afternoon. Tina had muttered something about going to dinner with her family so had left early. Mike and Matt left soon after that. It was now just Artie, Rachel, Mercedes and Kurt, who were sitting at the other end of the choir room, talking softly about Puck, trying to come up with ways to cheer him up.

"Why don't we sing him a song?" Rachel suggest. Artie sighed, Kurt rolled his eyes and Mercedes shook her head. "What? A good song always makes me feel better."

"I don't think there's a song that expresses how a man feels after giving up his baby Rachel." Artie whispered, not noticing that Puck's shoulders tensed a bit more.

"Yeah, and it's not like he'd sing a song for us if something bad happened to us." Mercedes said, crossing her arms over her chest. "I feel sorry for him, but that's about it."

"Kurt, you agree with me right?" Rachel said. Kurt however had stopped listening, to busy watching stunned as Puck got out of his chair and came towards their small group, a look of pure rage in his eyes. "As the the leader of New Directions its up to me to make sure that all of the members are okay."

"Rachel, be quiet." Kurt said as Puck got a bit closer.

"But Kurt, Noah is going through a hard time. He just gave up his baby." Rachel said.

"Rachel, shush." Kurt told the girl.

"Noah should know that he isn't alone, and that we are here for him." Rachel added adamantly.

"Rachel, shut up!" Kurt hissed, as Puck came to stand right behind her. Mercedes and Artie had noticed the angry jock as well and were staring up at him with wide eyes.

Rachel spun around in her chair quickly, a meek and slightly scared expression filling her face. "Noah?" The girl whispered.

The jock didn't speak, just stormed from the room and was gone before anyone knew how to react.

"I thought he was going to hit you." Mercedes finally said, exhaling deeply.

"So did I." Artie added while Rachel swallowed nervously.

"You're lucky he didn't Rachel." Kurt said looking at the diva. "You really should just leave him alone for a while. Everyone should." Kurt picked up his bag as he got to his feet, swinging it over his shoulder. "I will see you all bright and early on Monday. 'Cedes, I will call you after Top Model, so we can talk." Kurt said before making his way outside.

Kurt sighed when he reached the exit, only to realize it was storming. Rain was falling in heavy sheets, meaning that no one would be able to step outside for even a few seconds without being soaked from head to toe. Kurt scrunched his nose, he hadn't brought an umbrella or rain coat, seeing as the weather man had said nothing about rain today. The male diva knew he was going to have to just put up with getting his clothing and hair soaking wet, if he wanted to get to his truck.

With a final sigh of defeat, Kurt pushed open the door, and ran for his truck at the far end of the parking lot. About half way to his car, Kurt paused, hearing a loud string of curses coming from his left. He turned to see Puck standing at his truck with the hood raised, the jock was leaning over the engine, obviously trying to fix something while rain pelted down on him. Kurt bit his bottom lip and ran the rest of the way to his truck. His clothing completely soaked and sticking to his skin. His lips were already tinted blue from the cold of the water and his hair was sticking to his face and completely flattened and messy. Kurt got in to his truck and slammed the door, throwing his wet bag in to the back seat, where he'd get it later in the night or tomorrow after he woke up.

Kurt started the engine and pulled from his parking space, moving towards the exit, and as he did, towards Puck, who was still trying to fix his own truck. Kurt came to a stop in front of the broken truck and rolled down his window.

"Would you like a ride?" He asked, obviously surprising the other teen, who jumped slightly before turning around. "I'll call my dad and have him tow your truck to the shop and fix it for you. No charge."

"I don't need help, I can fix it myself." Puck grumbled.

Kurt sighed. "You're soaked to the bone and obviously to messed up to fix it right now. Just get in the car." The gay teen countered and after a few stubborn moments, only getting colder in the rain Puck relented. The jock walked around the front of the car and got in to the passenger seat and slumped back. His own clothes sticking to him and hanging off from the weight of the water. "You can turn the seat heater on, if you'd like. It'll help you warm up." Kurt suggested as he rolled his window up before driving out of the parking lot.

"Whatever." Puck muttered, looking blankly out the window.

"Right." Kurt sighed, turning his eyes fully to the road. He left the radio off, not wanting the distraction with the weather the way it was. Kurt drummed his fingers on his steering wheel for a few moments. "Oh, uh which way to your place?" He asked when he came to a red light.

"...I don't want to go home. Can I stay at your place for a few hours?" Puck asked after a few long tensed minutes. Kurt bit his bottom lip. He knew that his father would be working late at the shop before taking off for a fishing trip with some employes.

"I guess it couldn't hurt anything." Kurt said, turning left to head towards his own home, thankful that there hadn't been anyone stopped behind him to get angry because the light had since turned green, red and then green again. "I think some of my dad's clothes will fit you, his pajamas or sweats at least." He added, more to himself than to Puck.

The rest of the drive was spent in heavy silence, seeing as Puck wouldn't speak and Kurt had no idea what to talk about. The urge for Kurt to turn on the radio was becoming unbearable by the time that they finally pulled in to the driveway.

Kurt turned off the truck and cleared his throat. "Well, come on. I'll find you some clothes and you can shower in my dad's bathroom." Kurt said then got out of the truck and jogged to the porch. Puck walked slowly over, his head down, but Kurt noticed that his hands weren't clenched in to fists, and his shoulders were sagging more and more with each step.

Kurt turned and unlocked the door quickly, and let them both inside before closing the door. He had no idea what had possessed him to offer Noah Puckerman a helping hand, but here he was, doing just that. He sighed as he slipped his wet shoes off. "This way." He said and led Puck up the stairs in to his dad's room, knowing his father wouldn't mind that much.

"Here we are." Kurt said, swinging the door to his father's room open. He continued to the other side of the room and opened the door to the attached full size bathroom. He turned around to see Puck standing at the end of the bed starring at him. "Right, clothes." Kurt moved to one of his dad's two dressers and began digging around for a pair of sweats for Puck to change in to after his was warmed up. "Theses should be-. . ." Kurt had turned around, to offer a pair of black and blue checkered flannel pajama pants to Puck, only to find that the jock had moved from the end of the bed, to right behind him. Kurt took a half step back, the open dresser drawer hitting him in the middle of his back.

"Puck what are you -" Kurt's unfinished question was answered for him when Puck pressed his lips firmly against Kurt's, putting both of his hands on the sides of Kurt's neck, his thumbs under Kurt's chin to prevent him from moving his head away. Kurt let out a shocked cry that was muffled by Puck's cracked lips. Kurt was utterly shocked, his entire body had gone rigid and he was staring wide eyed at Puck, though the other had his eyes shut firmly.

Puck pulled back slowly, his hot breath against Kurt's cold face. Kurt swallowed thickly.

"W-what are you doing?" Kurt asked in a breathless whisper.

"I want you to lay on your back on the bed, and let me get you pregnant." Puck said, his voice low and husky, his hazel eyes opened to stare at Kurt with this look in them that made Kurt weak in the knees.

"B-but I'm a boy." Kurt muttered, even as Puck was turning him away from the dresser, so that his back was to the bed, and began to make him walk backward.

"Then lay back and let me try anyways." Puck said, and Kurt gasped when his knees hit the back of his father's bed and he fell back. Kurt looked up at Puck, and watched as the other teen pulled his soaking wet shirt over his head, revealing his toned dark chest, his nipples hardened from the cold. Kurt bit his bottom lip, this was completely insane, but he couldn't bring himself to say no. Even as Puck's hands slid down to the gleaming button of his jeans, Kurt couldn't utter more than a whimper as his heart fluttered madly in his chest.

Puck climbed on to the bed after Kurt, kneeling between the slighter male's legs and sliding up. Kurt jumped and moaned softly, a shiver running up his spine when Puck's knee pushed up against his crotch. Kurt whimpered, unable to prevent his back from arching when Puck's hands slid under his soaking wet shirt, and moved up his stomach firmly, his rough thumbs rubbing against Kurt's nipples.

Kurt wasn't sure how his shirt came off, or why his mind body still wouldn't let him say no. Puck began pushing opened mouth kisses all over Kurt's chest, heading down to his stomach, where Puck paused, his mouth hovering just a few centimeters away from Kurt's skin. He was staring at Kurt's stomach, his heavy breath puffing hot against Kurt's skin, making it sticky with hot air. Kurt took several deep breaths, balancing himself somewhat up right with his forearms behind hm. He watched Puck lean down the small amount where he pressed a single closed mouth kiss to Kurt's stomach, before resting his forehead against it.

Kurt let out a shuddering breath as Puck's hands gripped his sides just hard enough to be uncomfortable, yet not at the same time. It took a few minutes for Kurt to realize that the hot drops of water he kept feeling on his stomach were tears. He bit his bottom lip then reached out and put his hand on the back of Puck's head, his fingers combing in to the short hair of the back of the jock's mohawk. Puck tensed for a minute, then let Kurt's hand pull him up.

Kurt leaned back against the pillows, his breathing more even than he'd ever give himself credit for in this situation, and he looked in to Puck's tear filled hazel eyes, surprised at all the emotions that he saw swirling in them. Kurt nodded slowly, then shyly leaned up, and pressed his lips against Noah's. The jock reached down while they kissed and unbuttoned Kurt's pants, and managed to get the tight wet material from Kurt's legs then threw them somewhere away from the bed. When the jock's hand ghosted over Kurt's brief covered cock, he moaned, his eyes snapping closed as his hips rocked upward against the touch. Puck didn't stop, he pressed his hand down more firmly, his fingers curling slightly along the shaft beneath them. He stoked slow but surely, his lips and tongue working to turn Kurt in to a trembling mess, whimpering for something he knew nothing about.

Puck kicked off his pants then slid his other leg between Kurt's, pushing them farther apart, so he fit better between them. Kurt pulled his mouth away from Puck's, pressing his head back in the pillows as Puck's hard bare cock slid against his own still covered one. The thick length was so hot against his own, Kurt had never felt anything like it.

"Spread your legs Kurt." Puck said hotly against the other teen's ear, his hands rubbing almost soothingly against Kurt's thighs. Kurt turned his head away as he spread his legs open, bending his knees and pushing the balls of his feet in to the mattress. "Just like that babe, so beautiful." Puck groaned.

Before Kurt knew it, he was swept up in to the fiery passion of sex for the first time. As Puck moved over him, inside of him, Kurt clung tightly to him, panting harshly, his eyes still tearing from the initial pain of it. Puck took good care of him though, made sure every thrust pushed against his prostate, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through his veins like electricity. The entire time, one of Puck's hands stayed against his stomach, and the jock kept whispering in his ear about what a beautiful baby they could have together.

The blinding pleasure of his climax had Kurt seeing white, and every muscle in his body tensing up, his well kept nails biting in to the skin of Puck's strong shoulders.

"You're so fucking beautiful." Puck hissed against Kurt's ear as he kept thrusting in to Kurt's body, his body trembling as he tried to push himself over the edge in to release as well. Kurt pulled his face from Puck's neck and pressed his lips against Puck's. He moaned and tried his best to get his hips to rock back, but as the high of climax faded, Kurt's muscles were turning limp and it was a struggle for him to even keep his legs wrapped half heartedly around Puck's hips.

Finally, Puck groaned loudly in to Kurt's mouth, his hips snapping forward one final harsh time, burying his cock deep inside of Kurt's tight body, and his seed splashing in to the smaller teen, who keened loudly.

The two teens collapsed on the bed, Puck still buried inside of Kurt, but the jock carefully rolled them over, so Kurt was laying on top of him. It was obvious that he was exhausted, his cheeks were flushed brightly and his breath was coming in harsh short pants from his parted swollen red lips. Kurt's blue eyes were shut, and his head was resting against Puck's shoulder.

Puck and Kurt both fell asleep before they could even stop themselves.

End

Yes, this is the end. I dunno if there will be a second part. I just wanted to finally fill this prompt that I promised that I would a million years ago it seems. I hope you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading.

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