Cover Up

Summary: Kurt and Puck are duet partners and Kurt drops by for rehearsal only for Puck to have forgot and Kurt walks in on him jacking off…

AU: Kurt and Puck were partners in 1x10- Ballad

Warnings: Male nudity and some light slash. Some slight bad language.

Characters: Kurt Hummel and Noah Puckerman

I hate the Hat of Fate.

A lot.

Why couldn't it have put me with Finn? Now Mercedes is with him and I'm stuck with the abhorrent creature that is Noah Puckerman.

After many protestations from both of us (mostly from me), Mr Schuester cruelly decided to keep us together as it would inspire the less close members of Glee Club to work together more often on impromptu musical numbers. Honestly I would have rather worked with anybody else. Even Matt, whom I've never even heard speak before, let alone sing.

Okay, Puck does have a good voice. I won't dispute that, but we won't even sound good together? Now Finn and I sound amazing together. And we look amazing together. But how am I supposed to come up with costumes that go well with a Mohawk? I'm not, that's the only answer. He can wear what he likes. Actually, no. That won't work. He'll probably insist on going commando under whatever pants he's wearing and I will not accept that.

During Glee rehearsal, after Mr. Schuester refused to let me switch partners (I was sending him a silent message asking to swap with Mercedes), Puck made sure to mumble something about coming to his place on Saturday morning to get our rehearsal done, considering that we were performing on Tuesday. It was a little shorter notice than I would have liked, but it would have to make do.

So here I am, using the Puckerman's spare key to let myself into the place I never thought I would be. Chez Puckerman. It's a lot cleaner than I expected it to be but that's probably because of his mother, who my dad knows and is apparently a lovely woman. Well, that apple certainly hopped, skipped and jumped its way miles away from said tree.

I climb the stairs, watching out for paintball guns or, I don't know, pyrotechnic weapons that might be sprung upon me. Instead, silence.

Or what I think is silence, anyway.

As I climb further up the stairs, I hear what sounds like…oh dear Gucci no. Ragged breathing and not much else. Hopefully, Puck has a hernia. It definitely beats the alternative which my mind jumped to immediately. Yes, I'm a hormonal teenage boy, it's natural for me to think about sexual things. Not that I have much room to explore them, of course.

Anyway, I press on, seeing the words "PUCK'S ROOM" imprinted on a piece of tape stuck to the door. The ends are fraying slightly, so I stick them back to the door and open it slightly in my quest to do so. By slightly I mean enough to see everything inside the room, but not enough to have alerted Puck.

For whatever reason, there's a mirror directly opposite me and it leads to the rest of the room.

And what I see is entirely new and entirely uncalled for.

Puck, with his large hand wrapped around his…well, you know. And he's really going for it. I've seen some porn before and this is even more enthusiastic than the guys on there. I can barely see his hand as it flashes up and down. His teeth are clenched and his face is contorted into expressions of what I can only assume is complete pleasure.

I feel a stirring in my pants and…no way. I will not be turned on by the sight of Noah Puckerman jerking off. Absolutely not.

But is it really so outrageous? Puck is hot, there's no denying that. He has a nice face, a beautiful body and what I can see is a very large dick. The only thing that makes me even a little bit wary is the fact that he would pummel me into next month if he caught me watching him.

Or so I think.

"You just gonna stand there, Hummel?" Puck grunts from inside. He proceeds to bite his lip and oh holy mother of Versace it's a beautiful sight indeed. A light sheen covers his face and I can't help but stare.

So I open the door.

Don't ask me why, because I won't be able to explain why. I never thought that I would survive such an incident, but here I am looking directly at a naked, exposed Noah Puckerman who is getting very into his masturbation.

"We…um…you planned a rehearsal for our ballad assignment. Did you forget?"

He starts stroking more slowly and that's hotter than when he was furiously moving his hand. I get a clearer view of his cock before I remember to stop looking.

"You think I did this for your benefit?" He smirks and why can't I stop thinking that everything that he is doing is so damn hot?

Oh, right. Because it is.

"No?"

"Well, you're here now. Wanna give me a hand?"

And then that happens.

"What?"

"I said, 'Wanna give me a hand?' and I meant it, Hummel. I'm not gonna beat you up or some shit like that. Apparently thinking of fucking Santana's mouth isn't working for me today and I know you like what you see.

"Get the fuck over here, Kurt."

And he calls me Kurt. It sounds so hot coming from his mouth. But it shouldn't. It really shouldn't.

"Okay."

Because, really, what else can I do? A hot jock is all but begging me to give him a hand job…am I supposed to just stand there and refuse? As if.

I walk towards him and perch awkwardly on the bed, because I've never done this before and everything is new.

"It's not gonna bite you, Hummel."

And we're back to Hummel.

"I know," I snap back. I'm not stupid, I know it won't bite.

His hand drifts back to his chest and pinches the nipple that doesn't have the ring while I think of something.

Why should he have to settle for a hand when he can have a mouth?

But I should probably ask him first.

"You okay if I use my mouth?"

His dick twitches and he nods. "Be my guest."

So I lean over him and start to take him in my mouth, slowly at first, but then with more length came more speed until he's bucking his hips and cursing.

"Fucking hell, Hummel. I'm not gonna last long with you doing that! You'd better pull off if you're not gonna swallow."

Think fast, Kurt! Do you swallow or not?

I once overheard Santana mentioning that Puck loves it when girls swallow, so I know what I need to do.

I use my tongue to tease the head and then suddenly he's done, just like that. The warm liquid fills my mouth and I do my best to swallow it all. And I do. Successfully.

"Jesus shit," Puck pants, leaning back, hand behind his hand. "Where did that come from?"

I shrug. "Don't quite know."

"You just wanna make Finn jealous when I tell him about it," Puck accuses, smirking. And maybe, yeah, maybe that's part of it but most of me actually wanted to do it just because it was Puck and it was there.

"I didn't think you'd tell Finn that you got sucked by a guy. Even if it was only once and doesn't make you gay."

And now for the third surprise of the morning.

"What if it's not a one-time thing?"

"You want to…"

"Do it again? Fuck yeah. I want to show you how good I really am when I'm not on the edge. You took too long to get over here."

Wait a minute.

"So you did set this up so I would see it?"

Puck smiles. "You're cute, Hummel. I may have also asked Finn to lie if he got your name in the hat."

"Let me guess, he pulled my name out of the hate." Because that's just the way the world works.

"Yep. Don't be too mad at me, though. How else was I supposed to get you here?"

What the fuck is happening to the world? "I guess that's…kind of romantic, in a way."

"I don't do romance."

"If you're fucking me, of course you're doing romance. I don't settle for anything less."

Puck frowns. "Maybe I can make an exception. If you get over here and kiss me."

My first kiss. Not with Finn, but with his best friend. Who knew?

"What about our ballads?"

"That's easy. You can sing some sappy shit about not expecting to fall for the Puckzilla and I'll sing a badass rock song our how hot your lips are. We done?"

I laugh quickly before pressing my lips to his. He does most of the work. It's firm but not rough, it's moist but not completely wet and it's actually pretty perfect.

Who would have thought?

Author's Note: The song was 'Cover Up' by Imagine Dragons from their album, Night Visions.