Author Notes; Wanted to thank Niblett and Graces of the Child. I'm sorry this took so long
Getting Kurt into the back seat of his car was a little more difficult than Thomas had thought it would be; however, once they began to kiss the more relaxed he had become–eager even. He was sitting on Thomas' lap, kissing him fiercely; moaning and pressing his body so tightly against his he could feel Kurt's heartbeat.
Kurt's kisses were inexperienced, but it didn't make them any less intoxicating. Thomas' hand slipped beneath Kurt's shirt, exploring his back; Kurt shivered beneath his touch. Thomas pulled Kurt's mouth to his, loving the little gasp as he pushed his tongue into the younger boy's mouth.
Thomas was eager to discover what sort of noises Kurt would make in bed and moved his kisses to Kurt's neck, biting and sucking beneath his ear. Thomas could already tell that Kurt was a needy bottom; it was okay. He knew how to take care of Kurt's needs. He would melt away that shyness and have him begging for it. He'd start by stripping his clothes off slowly, kissing each exposed piece of flesh, nipping the more sensitive areas, making him whimper beneath him. Once Kurt was needy, lips swollen and skin pink from love bites, he'd strip off his own clothes and pull Kurt up and push his cock against those pretty pink lips.
Thomas groaned and his hips bucked against Kurt's ass, causing Kurt to gasp. "So good," Thomas purred.
He could just imagine how tight he was going to be; preparing him would be such a turn on–watching him squirm as he pushed his fingers in and out. Kurt would be embarrassed at first, but then he would be fucking himself against Thomas' fingers begging for his cock.
Thomas groaned; his pants were too tight. "Let's get a room," he whispered, placing a hand against Kurt's erection.
Kurt's cheeks were flushed and his eyes widened. He moaned deeply as Thomas pushed against his erection, giving him friction that he needed, that they both needed.
Kurt pushed against Thomas chest.
"No," he said, rolling off of Thomas' lap and onto the seat beside them, "I can't."
Thomas turned towards him, cupping Kurt's face and kissing him slowly to ease away the butterflies. Kurt was obviously a virgin and nerves were to be an expected. "I'll take good care of you," he promised.
Thomas had seen it before: some naïve, isolated kid coming into their night club, wanting these experiences that their home town couldn't provide. He wanted to give Kurt that; wanted to give him a wonderful, not to mention safe, first experience. He gently pushed Kurt down, covering his body with his own and grinding slowly against him. Kurt's eyes widened further, a mixture of uncertainty and arousal.
Thomas sat up; smiles tended to get rid of any doubt that he had. He pulled off his belt, leaning down to kiss Kurt as he unbuckles his button and zips down his pants.
Kurt was breathing hard, not moving at all until Thomas reached into his pants and squeezed his cock. Kurt jumped, hitting the top of his head against Thomas' chin.
"Son of a bitch," he shouted, holding his chin as Kurt scrambled away, pushing himself back into his jeans.
"I can't. I'm so sorry!"
Thomas grabbed for Kurt's hand as he went for the door, "Kurt, I'm not going to force you!"
Kurt looked back, guilt building up, "I'm not ready."
Thomas frowned, letting go of Kurt's hand. "You're a cock tease," he sat back, rubbing his bruised chin. "Just go."
Kurt bit his lip. "Sorry," he muttered again, getting out of the car quickly and heading for the hotel.
It was midnight and Kurt hadn't returned. Puck wouldn't admit he was worried. Kurt had told him he would be late. He was going to a fair and, from Puck's experience, couples tended to stay out late.
He hadn't considered that maybe Kurt would be staying the night with Thomas. He would call, wouldn't he? And he chose to ignore the twinge of jealousy in his gut. Quinn might have thought he was in love with Kurt; he, however, was certain he was not.
For one, how can you love someone that annoys you endlessly? And they fought. Sure, it might lead to some great sex, but between trips to the bedroom, it would be unbearable and as much as it pains him to admit it, they couldn't have sex constantly.
Puck sat down groaning; all this thinking about sex had him a little tight in the southern region.
He sighed heavily. He had thrown out all self respect yesterday when he took off his clothes in front of those homos. He opened Kurt's bag and began to sniff each one. Not that it mattered: he was just going to use it to jack off.
He settled on a small white bottle that smelt like Kurt and Puck figured he must use this one often. He pulled off his shirt and glanced towards the door. It was locked, and although Kurt had a key he figured he'd see the headlights when they pull up, so he was confident that he could clean up the evidence if he got interrupted.
Puck unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them down to avoid splatter, and slouched in the chair. He put lotion on his hand, closing his eyes to take in the scent.
He pictured Kurt in front of him, naked. He grabbed the base of his cock, stroking it until he was hard. It didn't take much considering the image he was thinking of. Using his thumb, index finger, and middle finger he stroked the length of his manhood.
He pictured Kurt's pouty lips swollen from kissing; he wondered if Kurt had ever given a blow job before. He swirled his fingers beneath the crown of his cock, moaning softly and panting to himself, "That's good baby."
He had just started and he was already close, not at all due to the fact that he was thinking of Kurt. It was just because he hadn't had sex in a long time.
He stroked faster while his free hand massaged his balls. He slowed down, squeezing the base to thwart any early release and prolonging the pleasure. "Oh, Kurt," he stutters, imagining Kurt kissing him down his neck, onto his shoulder and chest, sucking on his nipple ring.
Puck moaned and took his hand off his balls and tugged on his nipple ring just like he imagined Kurt would do with his teeth.
He trembled, picturing Kurt kissing downwards and then wrapping his perfect lips around his cock; Puck pumped faster on his cock and moaned loudly. Kurt would be bobbing his head up and down taking him deep and moaning like a cock slut. He could feel the turning in his stomach and this time, he didn't try to stop it.
Puck threw back his head, crying out. His seed spilled over his hand and stomach. He panted heavily, and he felt like shit.
Yeah, he felt good physically but he felt like shit thinking about Kurt that way. He knew Kurt better than that; that he wasn't some whore, some easy lay. He grabbed a towel to clean away his shame.
His eyes jerked up when he heard the door unlocking. "Shit," he pulled at his pants, wiping his hand and stomach quickly before throwing the towel behind him.
Kurt quickly entered the room, slamming the door behind him and leaning against it. Puck didn't know what to do.
Kurt covered his face with his hands, sighing heavily. He had come so close to letting Thomas do whatever he wanted. It felt so good and he wanted to be touched like that, but he wanted it to be more than casual sex. He wanted romance.
Except Kurt was sexually frustrated, and he thought maybe he should have gotten a hand job or blow job and returned the favor; maybe then he wouldn't be so frustrated and Thomas wouldn't think he was a cock tease.
He opened his eyes and turned towards Puck. He had the deer caught in the headlight looks: he was shirtless and his cheeks were flushed.
Kurt's brow wrinkled as he looked at him and then his eyes moved to the lotion on the table next to him. He looked back at Puck, and then his brain made the connection.
"You did not use my Lady Primrose to jerk off!"
"No," Puck lied.
Kurt walked over and slapped him, "This is sixty five dollar lotion!"
"You paid sixty five dollars for lotion?" His eyebrow rose. "That's crazy," he muttered, rubbing his chest where Kurt had smacked him.
Puck eyes trailed down past Kurt's stomach, noticing Kurt's pants button was undone. "What have you been doing?"
"Nothing!" he squeaked, turning around to make sure he was decent, "This doesn't change the fact that you were using my lotion to… do that!"
Puck chuckled, wanting to point out that he was thinking of him while jacking off, but he thought that would be counterproductive. Although he was jealous of what Kurt might have been doing with Thomas.
After all, it's not like he's a virgin.
"Why is all my stuff in bags?" Kurt said, refusing to turn around. The room smelt like sex and he was sexually frustrated he was doing everything in his will power not to pitch another tent.
"Because as of fourteen minutes ago it's Sunday and today is my day."
"What?"
Puck looked at Kurt's lips; they were a bit red and swollen. He had obviously been kissing, and more than that considering the state of his clothes.
"You said I can pick what we do today and tomorrow."
"I'm going to bed and we can do it when I wake up."
"You can sleep in the car," Puck said, standing up and putting on his shirt. "What I want to do is a good drive so we're gonna drive through the night… Well, I am. I slept most of the day so I'm ready to get out of this town."
Kurt frowned and looked at his bags. "I packed everything carefully. All your girl stuff is in that bag," he pointed, "minus the lotion." "You can keep it," Kurt said, curling his lip as Puck screwed the cap back on, "Pig."
Puck shrugged and put it in his bag, "I'll carry the bags. You want anything for the car ride?"
Kurt took one bag, "I'll change into something more comfortable." Kurt disappeared into the bathroom when Puck shrugged and grabbed a few bags heading out to put them into the Navigator.
By the time Kurt came out Puck had finished packing and had the car started and was already finding the tunes he wanted on the iPod.
Kurt put his bag into the back. When he got in, he glared at Puck as he buckled up.
"What are we going to do that we have to drive all night?"
"It's a surprise," Puck grinned.
Kurt rolled his eyes and laid his head on the cool glass, "I'm just ready to get out of this town."
"Why?" Puck asked as he backed out, "Thomas bad in the sack?"
"That is none of your business."
"Yeah… Who else are you going to talk to?"
Kurt turned and looked at Puck as he pulled out of the parking lot. If Mercedes had her phone he would wake her ass up. However, being that she didn't and he wasn't close enough to anyone else to be that rude unfortunately made Puck's point valid.
"We didn't have sex."
Puck glanced over, "Is that the problem then?"
"No," Kurt replied quickly; why did it seem that they always talked about sex?
"Did he try something?" He glared over at Kurt, "Do I need to go back and kick his ass?"
Kurt laughed. "I don't need you to protect me… and no, I stopped him when it got too serious." He blushed, and then frowned, "He called me a cock tease."
Puck laughed, "I bet you are."
"Don't say that," Kurt looked down at his hands, "I didn't mean for it to go as far but it felt good."
"It's easy to get lost in the moment," Puck shrugged, "For guys at least. I mean, it feels so good and as soon as you cum… Bam: regret, self loathing…"
"I wouldn't know," Kurt said, "I mean I regret… not doing other things."
"Like what?" Puck asked curiously, looking over at Kurt.
Kurt sighed, "Well it was hot and heavy… I'm sure you don't want to hear about this."
Puck shrugged. "If it helps you then I don't mind."
Kurt looked into Puck's eyes and saw that he was being honest, "Well, just because I don't want casual sex doesn't mean I'm against other casual things. I just freaked out and ran off."
"God blue balls, huh?" He laughed and Kurt looked away, obviously embarrassed. "You want to get into the back seat? I've got lotion."
"Pig."
"It's natural. This is your problem." He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel as he drove, "You're uptight. Maybe if you loosen up a world of opportunity will open up to you." Puck wiggled his eyebrows to emphasize his point. Kurt rolled his eyes and turned to look out the window.
"If loosening up means opening my legs, no, thank you… Anyhow, I'm sure I ruined any chance of us meeting up again."
'Good… He was a douche."
Kurt laughed gently, and then picked up the iPod to shuffle through it, "Do you not have any good songs on your iPod?"
"Wakey, wakey. Eggs and turkey bacon," Puck said, shaking Kurt by the shoulder. It pained him to do it; Kurt was kind of cute when he was asleep. Less bitchy, too.
Blearily, Kurt opened his eyes, "Where are we?"
"Hotel." Puck answered, "It's about six in the morning. I'm going to get some sleep for a bit."
Kurt rubbed his eyes and popped his neck, muttering, "I hate sleeping in the car."
"Do you need any bags tonight?"
Kurt shook his head, climbing out of the car. Puck jumped out as Kurt began to walk away and grabbed his elbow guiding him in the right direction, chuckling at Kurt's zombie-like state and opening the door for him.
Kurt rubbed his eyes "What?" He mumbled
Puck looked up. "Sorry. This was all they had." He put his night bag on the single bed.
"Then you are sleeping on the floor," Kurt said immediately, pushing Puck's bag off and sitting down on the bed. He crossed his arms and his bitch face was severe.
"Whatever," Puck grabbed a pillow and an extra blanket. He spread out the blanket and laid down, turning his back to Kurt.
Kurt sighed and laid down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling and feeling a bit guilty now that Puck didn't put up a fight.
He laid there for several minutes, "You won't molest me, will you?"
"What?" Puck sat up and turned towards Kurt.
"If I let you share a bed, will you molest me?"
"Do you want me too?"
Kurt rolled his eyes, "Fine, sleep on the floor."
"No," Puck said in a hurry, "No, I won't. Promise."
Kurt nodded and rolled over. Puck jumped up, grabbing his pillow climbing into bed beside Kurt. "Want to cuddle?"
"Touch me and I'll castrate you."
Puck chuckled and lay on his back, looking up at the ceiling; he started to hum softly. It was always difficult to fall asleep right after driving for a long time.
"You can have my isolation… you can have the hate that it brings," he sang softly, "You can have my absence of faith… you can have my everything."
"What are you doing?"
"Singing."
"I'm trying to sleep," Kurt muttered, "and that song is disgusting." Kurt rolled back over just to feel Puck roll over too.
"Through every forest… above the trees," he said softly, his breath warm against Kurt's neck, "Within my stomach… scraped off my knees. I drink the honey inside your hive. You are the reason I stay alive,"
Kurt turned around, "Will you shut–" He gasped; they were so close. Puck eyes widened too. He hadn't expected Kurt to turn so quickly.
"Sorry," Puck whispered.
Kurt looked down at Puck's lips, remembering how they'd tasted in his dream and licked his own lips. He wondered what they tasted like in real life. "Good night, Puck."
Puck nodded and rolled over, "Good night… Kurt," He felt Kurt roll over. Both of them were trying their best not to touch the other.
Kurt woke a bit cold and rolled over, seeking body warmth and moaned when he found none. He opened his eyes and noticed he was the only one in the bed. He sat up, looking around. Instinctively his hand went for his hair and began to straighten it. Puck was standing, fully dressed, with Kurt's suitcase in front of him. He was going through it.
"What are you doing?"
Puck chuckled and held up a pair of red and white cheerleader skirt. "Care to explain?
Kurt jumped up, grabbing it out of Puck's hand and hid it behind his back as if out of sight it would be out of Puck's mind. A boy could hope.
"I thought you didn't want a sex change."
Kurt eyes widened, "Of course I don't!"
Puck chuckled. "Why do you have them then? Let me guess… you slept with Brittany and she accidently packed them."
"I did not sleep with Brittany… You know, if you boys treated her with a little more respect maybe she would have respect for her own body."
"Whoa, whoa! I was joking… but I am curious as to why you have them."
"Why are you going through my stuff? That should be the first question answered." Kurt crossed his arms, gripping the skirt tightly.
"I was trying to find you something to wear."
"No," Kurt said firmly, "That wasn't part of the plan. You pick what we do. No way am I letting you dress me."
Puck rolled his eyes, "You need a certain type of clothing. Relax."
Kurt unfolded his hand and looked at the skirt, "There's this Drag race."
"What do cars have to do with cheerleading skirts?"
"Not that type of Drag race, Puck. It's an Annual Event in Key West where Drag Queens race around obstacles in the street. It's supposed to be fun."
Puck grinned. "So you're going to dress up like a Drag Queen?"
Kurt nodded. "I may never get to go back and I wanted to have fun. I have no interest as dressing as a woman normally," he pointed out, "Stupid, huh?"
Puck shook his head. "No, it sounds like fun. It's gonna be funny watching you do it."
Kurt smiled and walked over to put the skirt back into his bag, "So what type of clothing do I need?"
"Camo."
"I don't do 'camo'."
"Today you are," Puck said and turned towards Kurt, "I've got some stuff to do, but there is a store right down the road that sells hunting supplies, do you think you can pick something up for yourself?"
"Can you at least tell me what occasion I am dressing for?"
"Meet me at the diner," he said, shaking his head. Walking to the window, he pointed across the street, "At two."
"So I need camo clothing. Anything else?"
"We're gonna be outside, so good walking shoes."
Kurt nodded, knowing this day was going to suck; he could tell already, but Kurt was used to the feeling of being out of place, especially around good ol' boys. Not to the point that he wasn't wary – he was in the south, after all – but he wasn't afraid when he opened the door, the bell signaling his arrival, and three men looked up at him.
The man behind the counter gave him a nod; Kurt was expecting him to ask if he was lost but he just turned back to his friends and continued the fishing story that Kurt's entrance had interrupted. Kurt walked back to the clothing and frowned deeply.
He loved shopping, but this was torture. Each outfit was worse than the last. Puck actually expected him to wear this?
Kurt walked up to the cash register. "Excuse me," he said, moving his slender body between the Paul Bunyan look-a-likes, "Is this all the clothing you have?"
The man ran his fingers through his bread "What are ya needing?"
Kurt sighed heavily. "I have no idea, my travel partner is a sadist and has something planned which requires me to wear camouflage"
The man gave Kurt a look up and down, gesturing with his head towards the other end of the store, "Maybe you should shop in the ladies section."
There was no mockery in his voice.
Kurt smiled, "Thank you."
The small diner across the Motel 8 hotel was the meeting place for Paintball-XS for the past five years. Whenever they get a large party they would meet for lunch and go over the plan and rules before heading out into the woods.
A man stood up wearing a Paintball-XS tee shirt that was neatly tucked in, definitely former military. "Is everyone here?"
"My friend isn't," Puck said, raising his hand. It would just be like Kurt to decide to go back to the hotel and screw their deal.
"Well, we are on a time schedule so you will have to go over the rules with him when he arrives." Puck nodded quickly."We have two teams: the red team and blue team. Your objective is to capture the flag. Some of your teams will be offense, the other will be defense," he explained, "You will decide this once we separate you to your designated home bases."
Puck looked out the window, hoping Kurt wasn't having any trouble.
"You must wear your protective chest and eye gear at all times," he said loudly to get his point across, "If you get shot, you are dead. If you get shot in the arm or foot you must fall back to your home base before heading back, if you are hit with a kill shot then you are dead and out of the game. Do I need to explain kill shots?"
Puck yawned and sipped on his coffee; he didn't sleep much last night. Kurt was a cuddler, but Puck was sure that Kurt wasn't aware of it or he would be mortified, but as soon as he'd fallen asleep his legs had ended up on top of Puck. If Puck had tried to remove them then his ass would be tightly against him, so Puck had given up and gotten up. He didn't want Kurt to wake up with something poking him in the back.
"Alright, if you are ready, we will be caravanning to ground zero," he said, "Let's go people."
Puck stood up and stretched as he went outside and stood next to the Navigator. He had no problem leaving Kurt, this was too much fun to miss and this really nice chick had even gave him war paint. He looked totally awesome.
"Where's your boy?" The leader of team red asked. He was an older gentleman that was balding a little.
Puck shrugged. "Not sure. He's bit of a drama queen. I wouldn't be surprised if he just didn't go… Oh my god."
Kurt was walking the crosswalk like he was on a catwalk, his designer glasses perched on his nose and a pink bandana over his forehead. A tight blue tee shirt with a jewel crested star in the, pink Camo pants with knee high boots.
The red leader handed Puck his paintball gun. Kurt stopped dead in his tracks when he saw it. "Oh, god. You're gonna kill me, aren't you, it's finally happening."
"Did you know that Sundays are shoot a homo day down here boy?" The red leader said with a serious face.
Kurt swallowed hard and then everyone began to laugh. The red leader slapped Kurt on the shoulders, handing him a gun, "At least you'll be easy to spot."
"Pa... Paintball?"
Puck grinned and took Kurt's gun. "You're on the blue team. I actually want to win."
A young, heavy set woman with bright red hair tied into pig tails put her arm over Kurt's shoulder, "We are happy to have him." She handed him another gun and dragged him towards the other group.
"I hate you, Puck!" Kurt cried over his shoulder.
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