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A/N: Well here we are at Chapter 25 and 107 reviews. I cannot tell you how much that blows me away. Thank you all for your continued support.
WARNING: SLASH LATER IN THIS CHAPTER
Chapter 25 – Fallout and Fellatio
Previously on Whatever You Want...
Dipping his head, he snatched hungrily at the little brunette's lips, delighting in the moan he was able to elicit.
Like any time Noah had the soprano in his arms, the world melted away until it was just him, Kurt and sensation. Kurt had deepened the kiss almost immediately and was trying to it seemed, extract Noah's teeth with his lithe tongue.
Their make-out session was interrupted by the sound of a chair tipping over and a horrified voice from the gallery.
"Oh HELL naw..."
Mercedes was streaking across the divide towards the pair with a venomous look in her eye, the happy couple could only watch on in horror as the diva grabbed Santana by the ponytail and pulled... hard.
With a screech of pain the Latina had no choice but to follow the direction her hair had gone or lose it as she clawed at the air in front of her.
Slinging the girl back the way she came, Santana went sprawling into an empty chair only to growl animalistically and again launch herself at the now truly concerned Kurt.
"He's mine homo... don't think I don't know what you've done..."
Kurt's eyes teared up as the rest of the room, bar Mercedes, stared on in shock. Thankfully for the brunette's personal safety however the black girl had positioned herself between the obviously mental Latina and the soprano.
Tackling Santana around the waist, Mercedes was successful in stopping the enraged Cheerio's approach before Mike and Matt shook off their shock sufficiently to help to restrain the former assistant head-cheerleader.
"Get... get your hands off me you Neanderthals!" screamed Santana while she was bodily restrained by the football players.
Kurt meanwhile had turned into Noah's chest clearly upset at the reaction of his sometime friend to the supposed loss of her sexting partner.
"Shh... it's OK you're fine..." Noah tried to soothe the clearly frightened soprano as he could feel the brunette's shaking against his chest. Noah himself was completely in shock, he had never expected Santana of all people to respond to his being with another guy with such hatred.
Santana took the opportunity to chip in once again however,
"You're not going to be fine Ladyface... not even close", she spat still trying to struggle from the firm grip of the football players.
Mercedes was looming in front of the Latina, clearly furious with the girl and with a hand on her hip.
"I don't know what your problem is girl but I told my boy Kurt that I'd have his back as long as he's happy and you are not going to stick your lipstick lesbian nose where it's not wanted."
"Who even asked you what you want Ten-Ton Sally?"
A dull smack split the air as Mercedes fist connected with the Latina's face and the girl went limp for a moment, suspended as she was by Matt and Mike.
"I may be fat but you're just plain ugly and I can diet."
Matt took that moment to speak up in defence of Mercedes,
"I uh... I kinda like you just the way you are Mercy."
Mercedes had the wind knocked out of her sails momentarily as she blushed at the football player, who was now scuffing the floor with his sneaker and looking monumentally embarrassed.
The moment was broken by Mr Schue shaking himself out of his shock and trying valiantly to restore order. Mike and Matt seemed to be concerned, both for Kurt and Puck and for Santana who was just starting to struggle again in their grasp.
Finn was still sitting in his chair, impotent in shock, unsure exactly how the events of the last few seconds had occurred or why. Quinn had abandoned her chair in order to rush over to Noah and Kurt and to try to assist in the jock's attempts to calm down the now hyperventilating teen. Rachel, Artie and Tina simply looked on in shock, for once Rachel not having an anecdote or a trite word to offer to the group.
The strange tableau was broken however by a distraught voice from the blonde in the corner.
"Sanny?"
Brittany's face was a mask of confusion and misery as she stared at the Latina not comprehending entirely what was going on.
"Oh save it Britt..." snapped Santana with venom causing the blonde girl to start crying silently, "... did you really think what we had was going to be it for me? I had plans... I had plans for that meat head there and his little homo Princess has now screwed that up with his abnormality."
The Latina was clearly unhinged and on a roll, completely uncaring of the double standard she'd just applied to the soprano given her own dalliances with Brittany, not one person in the room was going to be able to stop her diatribe however.
"Puck was supposed to go play the field. What did I care if he stuck his dick in every middle aged woman from here to Dayton? He was supposed to get his scholarship and get out of this hick town and he was supposed to take me with him!"
The group just stared incredulous at the girl and her deluded fantasy world. Everyone in the room knew that Santana and Puck had flirted and dated and broken up so many times that it was a running joke. Nobody however had ever seen it coming that Santana would have so many plans in her world that hinged on the half-back staying faithful like a puppy and always coming back to her.
Brittany was now sobbing loudly and being comforted by both Tina and Artie as huge fat tears ran down her face.
"He'll never love you you know... how could he? A little fag like you can't make Puck happy. You spread your legs for him fag? Does he ride you til you scream?" Noah glared in undisguised hatred at the girl as he could hear Kurt murmuring against his chest, the words indistinct.
"Alright that is enough!" cried Mr Schue, clearly having run out of patience. The teacher stood red faced and with his hands on his hips staring at the Latina cheerleader with a mix of revulsion and concern.
Nodding at Noah he said pointedly,
"Puck take Kurt and go... just go..."
Taking this for the dismissal that it was, Noah tried to get the smaller boy to start moving however he was too distraught to understand what the jock wanted him to do.
Sighing and running a hand through his mohawk in agitation he simply scooped Kurt up bridal style and carried him from the room, Quinn following at their heels.
Pointing at the still fuming Mercedes who was still all up in the Cheerio's face, he snapped at the girl,
"Mercedes get the hell out of Santana's face you're not helping any."
The girl looked furious to be told she wasn't helping when in her mind she was protecting her best friend but one look at Mr Schue's eyes made her realise what he meant.
Taking a step back without breaking eye contact with the now, thankfully, silent and glaring Santana she leaned against the piano which had long since been abandoned by Brad in all the mayhem.
Motioning to Mike and Matt to let the girl go, much to their surprise and unvoiced objections, Mr Schue stared into the girl's crazed eyes and ordered,
"Santana, sit in that chair..." the girl looked mutinous but her glare did nothing to affect the man while he was on a roll, "... do not move from that chair or so help me I'll make Sue Sylvester look like a care bear."
The threat combined with the palpable anger that was radiating from the teacher was clearly enough to have caused the girl to consider her own self preservation and though not happy, she threw herself into the chair and crossed her arms over her chest in defiance.
Motioning to Artie and Tina he asked the silent question of whether they could take Brittany and get her cleaned up. They both nodded and Tina whispered in the blonde girl's ear as she helped her to her feet and out the door, Artie following just behind.
Eventually the room had cleared leaving only Santana, sulking in her chair with the back of her hand pressed to staunch the small trickle of blood from the corner of her mouth, Finn still sitting immobile in his chair in shock and Rachel, Matt and Mike.
Addressing Finn and Rachel he asked them,
"Finn would you please go find Coach Sylvester? Rachel I'm going to need you to get Principal Figgins."
Both nodded and took off out of the Choir Room like the hounds of hell were nipping at their heels.
Sighing Mr Schue pinched the bridge of his nose before nodding in thanks to the two football players standing sentry either side of the Latina.
"Would you like to offer up an explanation Santana for your behaviour?" he asked.
The girl simply rolled her eyes and refused to speak to the teacher who simply shrugged and gave up.
Walking to the door to the Choir Room, he closed it and turned the lock with an audible thunk.
"Thanks guys, you can sit down now."
Both boys nodded, eyes wide as they were still trying to sort out for themselves what had just happened as they moved off to the side and sat heavily in two of the chairs.
Now they sat and waited for the Cheerio's coach and the Principal.
'This was not going to end well.'
After carrying Kurt out of the Choir Room, Noah had stood in the hallway unsure exactly where to go. Thankfully for the jock Q was there to tug on his sleeve and motion him towards the girls bathroom at the end of the hall.
Kicking open the door with his foot, Noah almost dropped Kurt as a clearly spooked Jacob Ben Israel came tearing out with video camera in hand.
Unable and unwilling to think about what the creepy reporter boy could have possibly been doing in the girls bathroom with a video camera, Noah carried the now quietly sniffling soprano over to the bank of sinks and set him down on the counter, much like he had at the brunette's house just a week earlier.
Quinn busied herself by digging around in her bag, extracting a packet of tissues which she opened and offered to the jock. Smiling gratefully at the blonde girl, Noah took the tissue, tilting his boyfriends head back and carefully and gently wiped away the boy's tears.
Quinn couldn't help but smile slightly at the obviously caring movements of the taller boy as he tried to offer silent comfort to the soprano. It amazed her to think just how far her friend had come since that day in the Nurse's office when he'd first admitted to feeling guilty about his treatment of the brunette.
"She's right you know..."
The smaller boy's voice echoed off the bathroom tiles as Noah flinched at the tone, devoid as it was, of any emotion.
"No she's not Kurt." Noah wasn't prepared to argue with the boy over this. It was a pointless argument and just made him angry.
"I... I can't make you happy Noah... I can't give you a perfect life... no kids... no picket fence..."
Though his tone was harsh and he knew it, Noah had to respond that way to make the soprano snap out of this,
"Who ever said I want kids? A picket fence? For fuck's sake Kurt we're two days into this and you're worried about kids?"
The smaller boy seemed to flinch at the anger clearly evident in his boyfriend's tone before Quinn, who both boys had forgotten was even there, huffed and elbowed Noah out of the way.
Standing in front of Kurt she gripped his chin and forced the boy to look her in the eye.
"Now you listen to me Kurt Hummel. I will not have you ruining this with your stupid insecurities..." the boy tried to object,
"...s'not stupid..." he grumbled.
"The are stupid Kurt. Look at Noah..."
Kurt had his eyes screwed shut trying to fight back the tears and he shook his head defiantly.
"Kurt look at Noah."
The soprano cracked open an eye and his mouth fell open with a little 'oh'.
Noah was standing off to the side looking at the brunette while large teardrops spilled from his eyes. Though he was clearly upset he was not making a sound.
"Do you really think a badass like Noah would cry for just anyone? He wouldn't be here if he didn't want to be and you know that. So forget what that psycho bitch in the Choir Room said and make him stop crying please... it's pathetic" she said winking at the soprano.
Kurt felt truly wretched for the pain he had caused Noah and a sob bubbled from his chest. Reaching for the taller boy he was relieved when he was snatched up in a bruising embrace as he murmured over and over,
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Breaking from the embrace Noah kissed the smaller boy tasting the salt from both their combined tears.
Kurt clung to Noah like a drowning man to a lifebelt as he deepened the kiss with a fiery passion.
At the sound of an embarrassed squeak the pair broke apart to look at a red in the face Quinn who was fanning herself and smiling at the pair.
"You're good together... you know that right? I never realised two guys kissing could be so... hot!"
She blushed before mumbling something about pregnancy hormones.
Noah just looked at his friend and decided to lighten the mood a little,
"Hey... I just had a thought, if I'm dating a guy now... does that make you 'My Judy'?"
Kurt snorted and then giggled wondering where on earth the macho, badass, 'dating a guy for two days', Noah Puckerman had picked up on that phrase.
Pleased that the brunette was no longer crying and that his attempt at humour had been well received, he pecked the boy on the lips once more before lifting him down from the counter.
Kurt looked dead tired after the emotion of the day, and simply leaned into Noah who was only too happy to support his weight. Yawning and rubbing at a tired eye, Kurt asked,
"Take me home Noah?"
Placing his arm around his boyfriend on one side, he manoeuvred them into position so that he could sling his other arm over Quinn's shoulder.
The three couldn't help but giggle as the multi armed spider-person tried to fit through the bathroom door.
Mercedes was pissed. Seriously pissed.
She'd sat and she'd listened as Mr Schue explained to Coach Sylvester and Principal Figgins the happenings of that afternoon.
After Sue had gotten off her rant about 'sneaky gays' and their danger to society, she'd decided that the humiliation of her boyfriend apparently liking to give blowjobs more than receive them, was punishment enough for the Latina.
Mr Schue had tried to object but Sue had cut him off,
"I'm sorry Will... I'm trying to take you seriously but... your hair is just so ridiculous I find myself losing the will to live. I actually have to remind myself to continue breathing."
Clearly Sue had something over Figgins as with a pointed glare he wordlessly nodded in agreement with the Cheerios Coach and Santana was duly sent on her merry way with no further punishment. Mr Schue had done his best and tried to reason with Figgins but the man was clearly terrified of Coach Sylvester.
After the door to the Choir Room closed behind the trio of Sue, Figgins and the now smirking Santana, Mercedes simply walked over to in front of the Cheerios trophy cabinet, picked up a chair and launched it through the glass.
The resounding smash followed by the tinkling of broken glass didn't alleviate her anger entirely but it was certainly a start. Next she'd find a way to do the same with Santana's face.
She turned back to the rest of the room to find Mike and Matt looking at her with equal measures of awe and fear, and Mr Schue simply sitting on the piano stool with his head in his hands.
"This is bullshit Mr Schue and you know it." she exclaimed.
Mr Schue didn't bother to reprimand the girl for her swearing, he was half tempted to swear himself as it was bullshit. He simply nodded and answered her,
"I tried Mercedes... but you saw what I'm up against."
Nodding her head regretfully she accepted that as always Mr Schue had done right by the kids in Glee.
Mr Schue had yet to raise his head out of his hands and he clearly wasn't going to be doing so any time soon, so Mercedes picked up her bag, said a quiet goodbye and was out the door in three seconds flat.
By the time Noah had driven Kurt home in the Navigator, having sent Q back to their place with a hurried promise that they'd be OK, Kurt was drowsily leaning his head against the cool glass of the passenger side window.
The moment Noah had started up the car he'd switched off the radio, music just didn't seem appropriate at that moment. And so the journey was made in silence, only broken on occasion by a muttered curse word here or there as Noah found himself being cut up or caught at lights.
As he pulled up outside Kurt's house he saw that he house was dark and asked,
"So where's your Dad tonight?"
Kurt seemed to perk up at the question before answering,
"Poker Night... he'll stay at Hank's place til morning".
Noah switched off the engine and pulled the keys from the ignition as he looked over to Kurt to see him staring out the window at nothing in particular.
"C'mon lets get you inside".
Nodding in agreement, Kurt popped the passenger door and hopped out while Noah did the same.
Taking the smaller boy's hand in his, Noah led the boy up the garden path to the porch where he retrieved the spare key and let them into the house.
"Really need to move that key... everyone seems to know where it is now."
Not stopping in the main house both boys headed for the basement door. Kurt simply threw a hand out without looking and mashed the keypad and to Noah's surprise the lock opened with a thunk. Pushing the heavy door open with his foot both boys descended the stairs.
The atmosphere in the silent room was oppressive as Kurt fumbled about toeing off his shoes and removing his socks.
Noah simply stood and watched as the brunette went through his routine, a clearly practiced routine of cleansing and moisturising.
He was just about to suggest that he head home when Kurt surprised him with an unexpected question.
"Noah... would you... would you please stay tonight? I don't want to be alone".
It wasn't a request Noah could deny the brunette, he looked so small and vulnerable with his hair out of his eyes in that headband and with rosy, freshly scrubbed cheeks.
Nodding he watched as the soprano's eyes lit up in gratitude and he spritzed his face with his moisturiser.
Kurt took the opportunity to look at the strong figure of his boyfriend in the mirror, his boyfriend, he still couldn't get over that as he stood in his jeans and tee looking so damn edible.
Standing again, he raised his arms in invitation to the boy who crossed the short distance between them to wrap him up tight in a tight embrace.
Tilting his head upwards, Kurt kissed Noah tenderly, running his tongue along the taller boy's lower lip seeking permission. Noah opened his mouth inviting the questing tongue in and massaging it with his own.
Noah could feel the desperation in the smaller boy as he pressed his body against his and he could feel his cock swelling in response to the boy's movements.
Edging the pair backwards Kurt could feel the back of his knees impact with the bed and he crawled backwards with Noah following neither one breaking the kiss.
Lifting his hands to Noah's face Kurt brushed across his cheeks clearing them of the residue of his earlier tears, as he slid his hands around to the back of Noah's head. Noah moaned into the kiss and lowered his full weight down onto Kurt.
This time it was Kurt's turn to moan, as he felt something extremely long and very hard rubbing against his thigh. Noah was aroused, and he was the one who caused it. It gave Kurt a feeling of accomplishment to know that he turned the larger boy on so completely. Noah left Kurt's mouth and chuckled as the smaller boy grumbled at the momentary loss before hissing in pleasure as the jock travelled to his neck leaving a path of light kisses along his jawbone.
"God…Noah" Kurt groaned when Noah licked at the shell of his ear. He could feel the taller boy's fingers sliding up his chest and popping the buttons on his cardigan before the piece of clothing was pushed from his shoulders to pool under him.
Sitting up on his haunches and breaking the contact of his lips on the pale boy's skin, resulting in a second disappointed growl from the brunette, Noah peeled his tee off and couldn't help but chuckle at the look of awe the move caused to appear on Kurt's face.
"I think we're wearing far too many clothes don't you?" Noah whispered delighting in the shiver his words caused to run through the smaller boy.
"Yes... too many clothes.. fuck yes..." Kurt managed to choke out through the lustful haze his mind was currently wallowing in. Slipping his hands under Kurt's white tee Noah stripped it from the brunette marvelling at the expanse of pale skin revealed to him.
"God you're beautiful."
Kurt blushed at the compliment and watched entranced as Noah descended upon his chest, lathing kisses over ever inch of exposed skin. He nipped at Kurt's collarbone, stopped to suck on each of his nipples and then made a beeline down his stomach to his navel.
Kurt could feel the warm, moist breath brushing across his stomach, and he thrust his hips upwards instinctively seeking friction. Noah's attentions however never left Kurt's waist, but he did run a hand between his legs.
Stopping and looking into the boy's lust filled eyes, Noah sought permission from the soprano to go any further.
"If you stop now Noah Puckerman I will kill you."
Noah chuckled at the brunette as he palmed Kurt's erection through his jeans.
"God, Kurt…" said Noah, his voice almost catching in his throat.
A part of Noah had been concerned that he was pushing the brunette too far too fast and that he would scare the boy off. Now however with the outline of the soprano's cock clearly visible against the dark material of his jeans there was no denying that Kurt was enjoying his attentions—he was as hard as Noah was at that moment.
Not wanting to waste anymore time, Noah undid the button on Kurt's trousers and slid the zipper down.
Deciding in that moment that this evening would be all about the brunette and about showing him exactly how much he wanted to be in this relationship, he gripped the boy's skinny jeans on either side and pulled as Kurt assisted in their removal by shimmying. Finally Noah pulled them off his legs. Unbuttoning his own jeans he removed these and tossed them over his shoulder, uncaring of where they might land.
He could see now quite clearly the outline of Kurt's cock against the material of his briefs and he now found himself getting nervous at being so close to his first gay sexual experience.
Looking into the eyes of the brunette however he saw nothing but lust mixed with equal measures of trust. Crawling back up the boy's body, Noah made sure to position himself so that their erections rubbed together through the material of their underwear.
"Ohh…" moaned Kurt throwing his head back and biting his lip.
"Yes…" hissed Noah before thrusting slightly against the smaller boy.
Drawing the brunette into another kiss he poured every ounce of his being into the action, a desperation within him to give the other boy a night he would never forget.
Once again abandoning the boy's lips he moved to kissing his forehead, his eyelids, his nose and jaw. The smaller boy was whimpering now at the feelings the larger boy's still thrusting hips were drawing from him.
"Noah... please..." he begged, his own shame at his neediness being overridden by the sensation.
Noah couldn't help but chuckle as he ran his tongue around the shell of the boy's ear before nipping on the lobe, earning himself a squeak in the process.
"Patience... you'll get what you want... just enjoy it..."
Kurt's face was red and he was breathing heavily, his eyelids half closed as he rode the waves of ecstasy the taller boy was sending him on.
Ceasing his thrusting, Noah kissed his way down the brunette's neck, across his chest, stopping to lick and suck at the boy's sensitive nipples,
"Oh... oh... again..." said the smaller boy.
A low rumble of amusement escaped Noah at the smaller boy, who was now gaining enough confidence to order the jock around.
The ineffectual glare that Kurt aimed at Noah did nothing to dissuade him from his amusement as Noah also realised with some surprise that he liked being ordered around by the brunette. His cock twitched in his underwear in response to the thought.
'Huh... who'd have thought I'd like being sub...'
"Again Princess?" he asked testing out the response of the brunette to the nickname.
"... Princess?" gasped the smaller boy as Noah took the moment to clamp his mouth around the soprano's nipple and lathe it with his tongue.
"Don't like it?" the note of uncertainty in the jock's voice was unmistakeable as he stopped worrying the little nub to look to the boy under him.
Kurt considered whether he liked it or not, in the end he had to ask,
"If I'm the Princess does that make you my Prince?"
Noah smiled at the boy before running his tongue from Kurt's chest right down to where a light downy fuzz of a treasure trail disappeared into his briefs.
"If you like..."
Nodding like he would seriously like it, Noah smirked before nuzzling the prominent bulge in the brunette's underwear revelling in the mewling noise that escaped his boyfriend as his eyes slipped shut.
"No Princess... open your eyes... I want to see your pretty eyes"
Noah was rewarded now with wide open baby blues staring back at him containing equal measures of apprehension and attraction. Noah couldn't help but try to soothe the nervous boy's nerves.
"Shh... just let me take care of you alright..." he waited and watched as the smaller boy simply nodded once before raising a challenging eyebrow at the jock who had yet to move again.
Placing both hands either side of the boy's underwear Noah looked again for affirmation and received it as he slipped the brunette's underwear off his cock slapping against his stomach at the lack of fabric to hold it in place.
Noah had never considered before now what he was about to do.
'What if I suck at this?' he worried before smirking at his own pun.
'Hell... I'm a pro at eating girls out... this can't be much harder'
Of course that day in the bathroom he'd wrapped his hand around the smaller boy's appendage but he'd been going on lustful instinct and hadn't given it any thought at the time. Now however he had the time to examine the healthy sized erection twitching as the brunette observed him observing him.
Kurt's cock was not unimpressive Noah decided. Not as large as his own certainly, though he suspected there were very few guys his age with a cock as large as his own. Beneath the hard shaft were two hairless balls, in fact Noah noticed, apart from the downy treasure trail which faded away to nothing, Kurt had no pubic hair at all. He liked it he realised. A lot.
Reaching out a curious hand, Noah wrapped his hand fully around the shaft at the base, marvelling at how hot and hard it was in his hand.
'Funny how it feels different to my own'
Marvelling in the little squeaks he could elicit from the brunette who was gripping the sheets beneath him, Noah gave the cock in his hand a little squeeze and a couple of pumps, running the pad of his thumb over the head and collecting the moisture there.
"Oh... God Noah..."
Kurt's face was flushed and the boy could see the beads of sweat on his brow as his half-lidded eyes begged for more.
Never taking his eyes off the brunette, Noah lowered his head and ran the tip of his tongue from base to tip along the underside of the weeping erection. The response from the boy under him was explosive.
"Oh... fuck Noah... Jesus..."
The little brunette bucked wildly at the sensation as Noah pressed with his other hand on the boy's hips to pin him back to the mattress.
"Not Jesus... just badass..." he grinned before returning to his previous task.
The taste wasn't unpleasant Noah found, Kurt tasted like sex and raspberries and he found he wanted to taste more. Dipping his head again Noah slipped the head of Kurt's cock into his mouth, pursing his lips as he sucked gently.
As much as he wanted to prolong it, the sensation of the hard flesh laying against his tongue was so incredibly satisfying to the jock that he couldn't imagine stopping doing this ever. It was as if every minute he spent not sucking Kurt's cock and making the boy below him fall apart, was a waste of his time.
He stopped licking and took Kurt deep into his mouth, hollowed out his cheeks and sucked. Noah's hands flashed out to hold Kurt in place when he promptly started bucking his hips, thrusting himself into the football player's mouth. Kurt's hands found their way to Noah's hair, clutching at the short strands and trying desperately to find purchase.
Kurt was mumbling now, completely nonsensical jumbled up words as his head thrashed from side to side. Noah let Kurt do as he liked as he concentrated on making the boy beneath him come apart. At least as far as it was possible without starting to gag as the brunette thrusted perhaps a little too enthusiastically. Noah's nails dug in to the sensitive skin at Kurt's hips whenever the brunette threatened to thrust too far.
Noah's awareness was focused solely on the feeling of Kurt's cock sliding in and out of his mouth, it's length thick and wet with his saliva. His own cock which he had ignored up until now was pulsing in time with his heartbeat and he could sense that it wouldn't take much, if anything to bring himself to completion at that moment. However he fought down the burning desire to take himself in hand in favour of redoubling his efforts on the brunette.
That last decision was for Kurt his undoing.
"Noah... Noah I can't... I'm gonna..."
Noah knew exactly what he was going to do and didn't slow down much to the brunette's surprise. With a sound almost like a howl, Kurt shuddered once before flooding Noah's mouth with rope after rope of sticky white cum.
Noah hadn't considered swallowing until then and and kept his mouth locked in place, doing nothing to stimulate Kurt's cock and just gathering up his fluid. Feeling the liquid on his tongue he decided that though the taste wasn't unpleasant he didn't particularly like the flavour, however being unable to do anything else at that moment he swallowed his boyfriend's offering.
Noah detached his mouth from Kurt's cock with a wet plop as it flopped back against his thigh, slowly wilting back to it's flaccid state.
Crawling back up the soprano's body, Noah propped his head up on an arm as he observed the goofy smile and closed eyes on the brunette.
Tired eyes opened to look up at Noah as the boy slurred as a yawn overtook him,
"My Prince..."
Noah reached down and adjusted his own cock in his underwear, Little-Noah wouldn't be getting any treatment tonight, tonight was all about the brunette.
Grabbing the sheet, Noah pulled it over the pair of them before spooning the brunette from behind as Kurt sighed in content.
After all the emotion of the day, sleep found the pair quickly as the sun went down.
A/N: Phew... *fans himself*... as much as I like slash fic, writing the stuff is so damn hard (terrible pun).
Glad to see I managed to catch a few of you out with my 'lil plot twist with 'cedes. Honestly guys, she said she'd have his back, I just can't see her not being in favour of Kurt being happy. Santana – frankly I just don't like her and I needed another bad guy after Karofsky's rather dramatic exit.
There's not much more to go in this story I don't think. Just a few things I want to tie up before the main event (calm yourselves) XD
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