Beyond the Pain

Chapter 11

Kurt awoke to the light streaming in through the small basement window. His body ached and for the life of him he couldn't figure out why. What had he done yesterday that could have caused all this stiffness?

He tried to stretch to get the kinks out but found he couldn't move his arm. There was someone lying on it.

Puck.

In his bed.

Barely dressed.

He searched through the memories now starting to flood back for the answer to one important question.

Had they…?

Soon he had sifted and sorted through them and breathed a sigh of relief. They had not had sex last night, although he was stiff from sleeping in the other boy's arms. However thinking about what they had done, made him blush, and he felt his body responding again.

Traitor.

And one particular memory surfaced. It was not long after Puck had given him the best blow job he had ever had. Of course, it was also the first and only but Kurt didn't think there would be another that could top it. But the memory… the one he was trying now to forget was after they had messed around some more, and he had become so aroused he had begged… no demanded… that Noah just fuck him now and be done with it.

But the other boy hadn't. He said he knew Kurt didn't really want that (and this is where the begging came in) and so they weren't going to do it.

He felt grateful to Puck for that. He knew it was probably difficult for him with Kurt changing his mind every other minute but in the end Puck was a good guy.

Kurt tried once again to get his arm out from under Puck. He was careful not to wake the other boy. After all he was probably exhausted.

As the sun bathed the room in light, Kurt thought there was something he should remember… something about the sun.

And then suddenly, it came to him. He was meeting Mercedes this morning to go to the mall. She was coming over. And he realized he had no idea how late it was…

Now he was really trying to get his arm out and he didn't care if he awoke the other boy. In fact, he realized, it was a necessity.

"Noah," Kurt said shaking him.

"Hmmm," Puck responded sleepily.

"Wake up!"

"Jeesh, Kurt," he said, moving off Kurt's arm. "What's the deal?"

"Mercedes will be here in," he said checking his phone, "fifteen minutes! And she likes to be early."

"So?"

"So! I don't want her to find us like this! She doesn't know we're together."

"Kurt, I think she knows." He sat up rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"No… she thinks she knows but right now she's just guessing…"

"Kurt, I really think she knows…"

Something in his voice caught Kurt's attention. "What did you tell her?"

"Nothing, really. She cornered me and was going on about me hurting you or something…" He hesitated.

"Noah?"

"I told her that I really cared about you."

"Noah!" he said both frustrated and, he admitted, a little pleased with what the other boy had said.

"Hey it's not my fault. I didn't tell you to lie to her."

"I didn't lie… I just told her… okay, I lied. Shut up." And with that he pushed Puck off of the bed.

"Hey!"

"Time to get up…"

Puck got up then mumbling about ungrateful boys even after all those orgasms…

Kurt just hurried to get dressed. He didn't have to be completely ready; he just had to get Puck out of the house before she arrived.

Finally Puck was somewhat ready as Kurt guided him upstairs. Puck didn't really need his help, but he wanted to make sure the other boy didn't linger.

With a sigh of relief he opened the door to push Puck out… and stopped. Mercedes was at the door, her hand raised about to knock.

She looked at them in shock. Kurt knew how it looked… his hand was on Puck's back pushing him out the door. Puck was dressed, but his clothes were wrinkled, and he was barefoot, his shoes in his hand.

"Kurt?" she said, still in shock.

"Hey, Mercedes," he said trying for the innocent look. He pushed Puck one more time as the other boy turned to him.

"What? No kiss goodbye?"

"Out!" Kurt said.

Puck just smirked at him as he winked at Mercedes and trotted off to his truck.

"Don't say a word," he cautioned her as he led the way inside.

"Kurt Hummel," she finally said, "you better believe we're going to talk about this."

It only took Kurt twenty minutes to get ready. He actually thought of dragging it out longer, but Mercedes was giving him death glares. Maybe if he hurried they could get to the mall where she would be too occupied to question him.

No such luck.

"Okay, well I'm ready. Let's go."

"We're not going anywhere until you tell me what's going on. And don't lie to me again, Kurt."

"Can't we do this later?" he asked hopefully. "All the good sales will be gone if we don't hurry."

"Then you better start talking, lover boy."

Resigned, Kurt sat on the couch beside her and put his head in his hands. "What do you want to know," he asked.

"Everything."

And so he started from the moment Finn and Quinn announced they were back together until the present. Of course he omitted some of the more intimate details, just giving her the overview.

"So you didn't sleep with him," she asked. "Even though you wanted to."

"I didn't…"

"And he didn't push it, even though he wanted to."

"He didn't..."

"You passed up having sex, knowing that you may not get the chance again for a long time since there aren't really that many gay guys in Lima…"

"Yes."

"And Puck," she said disbelief evident in her voice, "had the chance to sleep with you, and he didn't… Puck the man-whore."

"Exactly. Can we go now?"

"Kurt, you're still lying to me aren't you? If you guys did it, you don't need to be ashamed. You can tell me. I'm your best friend."

"Mercedes!" he grounded out through gritted teeth. "We. Did. Not. Have. Sex. End of story. Let it go."

"If you say so, Kurt," she said. "But I better not find out you're lying to me again, white boy."

"Can we shop now? I really need a good distraction. And I need to buy something fabulous."

Puck threw himself down on his bed. He was exhausted. It was unbelievable that Kurt could still look so amazing rolling out of bed, while he looked like something the cat dragged in.

He couldn't believe everything that had happened last night. He felt like he had really opened up to Kurt. He hadn't really done that before. Maybe somewhat to Quinn, but nothing like this. He really trusted Kurt. And that was surprising considering they had only been together for a few weeks.

But the thing that amazed him the most was that he'd had the chance to have sex with Kurt and he didn't. In fact, Kurt had begged him… and that had almost been his undoing. The memory was still fresh in his mind…

"Noah, please… I want you so much."

"I know, Kurt. You've told me over and over… and you're making this really hard. You need to stop."

Kurt placed Puck's hand back on his arousal and pushed into him. Maybe he should have had Kurt put his pants back on…

He rubbed his thumb over the head causing Kurt to whimper.

"Don't worry, I can take care of this for you, babe," he said seductively as he stroked the other boy. Kurt moaned, but it obviously wasn't enough.

"I know what I said, Noah, but I've changed my mind. I want to know what it feels like to be inside you. Please? Just fuck me now!"

"You say that now, Kurt, but you'll regret it tomorrow."

"I won't, I promise."

And he almost gave it. But he couldn't… Kurt was drunk with lust, and he wasn't going to take advantage of him. The last time he let someone convince him… well, that didn't turn out so well. And although Kurt couldn't get pregnant, it could still ruin their friendship.

"I tell you what, Kurt," he said. "Why don't you stop talking… and show me what else you can do with that gorgeous mouth of yours."

Kurt smiled… eager to return the favor. And he was happy and no longer demanding… at least for a little while.

Puck smiled at the memory. Kurt really had a way with his tongue that was… unbelievable. And as he remembered their time together, he decided he deserved some special Noah time for his good behavior.

Thank goodness, his mom and sister weren't home.