Fantasy

Summary: During Le Jazz Hot, Puck notices some things he's never really paid attention to before.

Rating: M

Warnings: Slash, sexual references, short mention of threesomes, some swearing within...

Characters: Kurt Hummel, Noah Puckerman

AU: Puck isn't in juvie for Duets Week but didn't have a partner.

Puck settled into his seat as he realised that Kurt was performing a duet by himself, which he didn't think was possible. Wasn't the whole point of a duet that there was a second person? And what about if he won? Would he take himself to Breadstix for the evening and have a lonely dinner there.

With a smirk, Puck realised that he wouldn't be entirely averse to accompanying Hummel to the restaurant. Not even just for the free dinner. Kurt Hummel was a lot of things, but he was also very good company given the right time of the month or whatever. He was an honorary chick, he probably got sympathy periods or something.

And suddenly Kurt emerged from the shadows, wearing the most ridiculous costume Puck had ever seen in his entire life. Those tassels, really? Puck wanted to laugh but then remembered that Kurt had had a duet partner but Finn had fucked that up. Puck had no right to laugh and it wouldn't have been fair.

Wow, he had really softened up in his old age.

The brass instruments came to life for the introduction and Kurt turned around gradually, showing the facial embellishment that Kurt had never grown himself. Could he? Puck didn't even know.

And then the spotlight hit.

Puck could definitely see every little bit of Kurt in a decent amount of lighting. Especially the trouser area, that was the best part. He was surprised that Kurt had slicked back his hair, defying his usual look in favour of a more appropriate one for the costume, Puck reckoned.

No matter how decorated the scenery or how compelling the choreography, Puck's eyes were inexplicably drawn to the crotch, Kurt's squatting really drawing attention to how much he definitely seemed to be packing.

In the locker rooms, Kurt had always been a private person. The rest of the guys usually had no problem with walking around naked if they needed to, but Kurt would always make sure he was dressed. And with the way Karofsky had been eyeing him lately, Puck was not inclined to blame him for it.

"Bout twenty years ago…way down in New Orleans…"

"Holy shit," Puck muttered as Kurt's voice took on an entirely new tone. Sure, it wasn't as low as it had been in the beginning of 'Give Up The Funk', which had surprised Puck more than anything, but it was full and using the lower portion of Kurt's generous range. The noises he was making combined with the images Puck was subjected to definitely did not do anything to quell the raging boner that was about to hit him, probably as soon as Kurt started to pop out those absolutely ridiculous high notes that shot straight down Puck's spine and made the blood pool in his dick. Puck very much wished that Kurt had nailed that High F or whatever in that gravity song he had sang last year against Rachel. Puck knew that he could hit the note, had heard Kurt hit higher notes, so he didn't understand why his ears weren't treated to the intoxicating sounds of Kurt's pitch increasing.

Puck had definitely waited too long. Waited too long to tell Kurt that he wanted him, wanted his body. To be fair to him, Puck wasn't exactly in the place for a relationship and he had promised Quinn that he wouldn't sleep around while she was pregnant. Well, Quinn was foetus-free and it had been such a long time since he had fed the Puckzilla.

"Won't you play me, le jazz hot, baby, and don't ever let it end…"

Puck didn't know whether to concentrate on the sounds Kurt was making or the visions that were playing in his head. In the safe depths of Puck's one-track mind, Kurt was writhing beneath him, high-pitched moans and scream ripping from his throat as his nails clawed down Puck's back. He was arching his back after riding Puck so intensely that their orgasms rendered their immobile for the rest of the day. In some of them, they were even joined by the delightful oral talents of Sam Evans, who needed to prove how many balls could fit in his mouth. But mostly, it was him and Kurt. Looking back at the display in front of him, Puck noticed Kurt widening his mouth to release those jaw-dropping (literally) notes which clearly made Rachel Berry the most jealous human in the country.

He pictured Kurt widening his mouth in another context, this time trying to take more and more of Puck's cock until there was no more that was not in his mouth. He pictured Kurt on his knees, licking and sucking at Puck's cock and balls with such undivided attention that it wouldn't take Puck long at all to finish. In Kurt's mouth.

Puck realised that he needed to tune back into the song as it was coming to an end and Kurt ended up performing one of the most tantalisingly cruel vocal pieces of the millennium.

Twirling and showing off his delectable ass, Kurt's arms rose above his heads as he was lifted into the air, his body symbolically representing the notes he was attempting.

"Le…jazz!" Kurt began, taking a deep breath.

So did Puck.

"Hot!" Kurt sang, his voice flitting through his entire register from bottom to top, not missing a single semitone, with such clarity and control that Puck found himself incredibly aroused. Glance shifting across, he noticed Mike with the same problem.

As Kurt reached the peak of his vocal masturbation, his voice hitting a note Puck didn't even know existed, Puck wiped the sweat from his brow and bit his lip and—.

No.

Never in his life had Noah Puckerman creamed his pants without touching himself before. Shifting in his seat slightly, he plastered on a fake smile and banged his hands together wildly for Kurt's performance. Everybody apart from Artie (obviously) and Mike (Puck could take a guess as to why) was standing, giving Kurt the biggest of smiles. Puck pumped his fist instead, showing Kurt that he immensely enjoyed the performance but couldn't be bothered standing up.

Everybody began to filter out of the auditorium and Puck came up with the genius idea of tying his shoelaces, saying that he would join them when he was done. Mike skipped off to the bathroom, another great idea, as Kurt removed his stage makeup and changed back into his normal clothes. Truth be told, they weren't a lot different from his costume.

Puck cursed when he felt a vibration in his pocket. If he hadn't just creamed himself, that would have tipped him over the edge. Pulling out his phone, he checked his newest text message.

I watched you through the entire performance. You're fooling nobody. Meet me in the dressing room ASAP. – Kurt

Puck snorted to himself as he realised that Kurt had capitalised five letters that shouldn't have been. Looking closer, Puck realised that they spelled out 'cream' which was such a cruel joke. Rereading the last part of the message, Puck stumbled out of his seat and went to the dressing room.

Kurt was waiting for him, having stripped down to his undershirt and his tight black boxers. "So you enjoyed my duet?"

Puck gulped. He was truly caught. "It wasn't a duet, Hummel. It was a solo."

Kurt smirked. "You didn't do a duet either. How about we do one together? Right here, right now."

Puck frowned. Did he seriously call Puck here to sing? That was so typical of Glee Club.

"You're not following," Kurt guessed, "well let's begin with the choreography."

Kurt stepped closer to him.

Puck tried to focus on his breathing but an almost naked Kurt was standing way too close for him to be able to do anything else.

"Now, get ready to catch me."

Puck easily caught Kurt as he leapt into Puck's arms, wrapping his toned legs around the jock's waist. Kurt began to gyrate his hips, his slightly hardened cock rubbing against Puck. Puck bit his lip and moaned.

Kurt pressed their noses together. "And now for the chorus…get ready to do some serious vocal work." Kurt's lips latched onto Puck's neck, eliciting a predictably vocal response from the bigger teen.

"Shit, Kurt."

"I see you already know the lyrics to this particular number," Kurt chuckled and attacked his lips, pulling some manoeuvre with his tongue that Puck thought was hot.

"Where did all of this come from?"

Kurt shrugged, pulling away from Puck's neck. "I don't know. Making guys cream themselves just by singing turns me on. I considered summoning Mike too but I figured Tina wouldn't be too happy with me afterwards. So here you are. Are you ready to show me what has the girls at this school wrapped around your cock?"

Puck sniggered. "You know it, babe. You don't need to walk anywhere anytime soon do you?"

Kurt smirked, getting the message and shook his head. "In that case, I may need to ride with you…"

As Kurt sucked on his neck again, Puck realised that Kurt Hummel was going to be the best fuck of his entire life.

Author's Note: Thanks for reading! The song is 'Fantasy' by MS MR from their album Secondhand Rapture. You should check them out by buying the album or streaming it on Spotify!