Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, although if I did I think I'd run it better than RIB.

A/N: This started off as a smut fic, but then halfway through it got really long and somehow morphed into an angsty-little fic about Kurt's self-esteem issues. So if you're just looking for something to get you off, I'm sorry but this is not the story for you. I had every intention of making this spank-worthy, what with my epic sexual frustration and all, but it just didn't end up like that. Maybe next time…

Chapter 2:

You and Me Could Write A Bad Romance

It was a blisteringly hot day in Lima, the kind of day where people would sweat while sitting perfectly still, and where the ice in their lemonade melted before they could even take the first sip. The sun seemed to be waging a war against the small Ohio town, staring it down brightly as if it were seeing whether or not it could burst in to flames. Even the shade proved no reprieve from the heat; the suffocating humidity and the complete lack of a breeze stifled any chance that the darkness would provide sanctuary from the burning sun.

Noah Puckerman walked hurriedly to the front door of the Hummel-Hudson household, eager to get out of the sun's oppressive heat. He had already taken his shirt off on the ride over, his ancient pickup truck having no working air conditioner since the late nineties. He'd stuffed his shirt in his back pocket but it still hung out as if it were a tail, its removal doing nothing to quell the sweat dampening his brow and slickening his armpits. He rang the doorbell and waited for the door to be opened, scratching at his mohawk impatiently.

The door swung open, Carole Hudson-Hummel smiling at Puck as she finished clipping on an earring. "Hi, Noah. Haven't seen you in a while. What's it been, two days?" Carole asked as Puck stepped in the house and greeted her with a kiss on the cheek. He expected it to be cooler inside the house than outside, so he knew something was wrong when as soon as he stepped in he began to perspire even worse.

"At least," Puck responded, casually wiping away the sweat forming on his upper lip. Normally he wouldn't have thought twice about being half-naked in front of an older woman, or any woman for that matter, but the fact that Carole had known him since he was in diapers and was basically a second mother to him made him feel an adequate amount of shame for being undressed. So he crossed his arms in front of his chest awkwardly, covering his large quarter-sized nipples in embarrassment. "Is Finn here? We were supposed to go to the pool today."

"He's upstairs, sweetie. I'm sorry about the heat in here but the A/C just up and died on us so we're relying on fans right now. Oh, and don't mind Burt and me, we're just heading out to a wedding over in Columbus, but at the rate Burt's going we might as well send them an anniversary gift instead!" Carole yelled out the last part over her shoulder, more for Burt's ears than Puck's. "I swear, it's no wonder why Kurt takes forever to get ready in the morning; he got it from his father."

"I heard that," Burt said as he descended the stairs, looping his tie into a final knot and then buttoning up his jacket. "And it figures that it's the hottest day of the year and a couple of yahoos decide to have a black-tie wedding outdoors in direct sunlight."

"I doubt it'll be directly in the sun," Carole said, straightening his tie. "I'm sure they'll have a canopy set up over the food or something."

"Puckerman," Burt said, finally acknowledging Puck. "If you've come to bleach out that oil stain your rust-bucket left on my driveway last time you were here, don't bother; I already tried, and it's permanent."

"Sorry about that, Mr. H," Puck said, always reverting into his five year-old self whenever Burt Hummel spoke to him. "I've been meaning to get my oil checked out."

"You can have Kurt look at it today if he's willing," Burt suggested. "And hey, since you're a friend of the family, we'll call it, what, ten percent off?" Burt said as he clapped Puck around the shoulder and squeezed him tightly in his death grip, making Puck wince a little in pain.

"Burt," Carole warned, grabbing her purse and jacket as she walked towards the door.

"Okay, twenty percent off," Burt said as Carole shooed him out of the house. As they opened the door the heat from outside hit them like a fist, making each of them scrunch their faces in disgust and run to their car and the comfort of the air conditioner.

"You boys have fun," Carole shouted from the car window. "And please keep an eye on Finn and make sure he doesn't drown while looking for mermaids. Again," she pleaded, Puck waving and smiling as they sped off.

Puck immediately closed the front door and ran to the fridge, relishing the cool air that burst out once it was opened. He reached inside for one of Burt's beers, twisting the top off and gulping half of its icy contents down. He wiped his mouth on his forearm as he walked upstairs to Finn's room, the heat in the house making him feel as if he ran a mile.

Sweating profusely as he reached the top of the stairs, he entered Finn's room unannounced and swore loudly when he saw Finn was still asleep. He was laying sprawled out on his bed, his arms and legs splayed as if he'd just been dropped twenty feet onto his mattress. His mouth hung open, his tongue lolling out and a thin trail of saliva streaking his cheek and falling onto his pillow. The sheet he was using as a blanket was only barely covering his midsection and groin, and Puck was amused to find a small tent was pitched right where his dick would be. Stifling a chuckle, Puck walked up to his bed and playfully but loudly slapped Finn's sheet-covered morning wood, making the gangly boy not only wake up but howl in pain.

"Aghh!" yelled Finn, clutching his crotch. "Dude, you whacked my balls!"

"My bad, bro," Puck laughed. "I only meant to slap your little pup-tent."

"It's not little," Finn said, frowning. He lifted his blanket up and looked down at his dick, his eyes still crusted shut from sleep and not yet adjusted to the afternoon light. "It's average for a boy my age."

"Yeah, a Pygmy boy," Puck said heartily.

"Is that, like, a half-pig, half-human?" Finn asked seriously. Puck mentally face-palmed himself, wondering why he wasted his good jokes on his dim friend.

"Nevermind, bro," Puck said, taking another swig of beer. "Are we going to the pool today or not?"

"Wait, what time is it?" asked Finn. Puck took out his phone and announced it was a quarter past noon. Finn yelled in surprise before jumping out of bed, shucking the sheet off as he got up. Puck grimaced as he caught sight of Finn's dick and balls, not to mention his rather flat ass.

"Dude, you're ass is all kinds of pale," Puck said, turning his head away should his retinas be further scarred by Finn's body. "And you seriously need to manscape your little Finn-ling downstairs."

"Shit, shit, shit," Finn cursed under his breath, He had a shirt halfway on over his shoulder, while he hopped into a pair of pants he found on his floor that still had the boxers in the leggings. He grabbed a couple of socks from his desk top and crammed a stick of gum in his mouth before looking under his bed for his shoes. "I was supposed to meet Rachel for lunch today with her dads, and she promised if I showed up on time and behaved extra gentleman-like she'd let me touch her boobs! I mean, yeah, she said she was going to keep her bra on while I did it, but it's still pretty awesome, right?" Finn announced excitedly. "Man, I hope she still let's me cop a feel even though I'm late."

Puck followed Finn downstairs, catching his friend when he tripped backwards over his trailing pant legs. "Sorry about today, dude. I figured we could go swimming before the whole lunch thing," Finn said as he sat down on the bare floor like a three year-old to tie on his shoes. "I'll be back in a couple of hours. Four at the most. You can hang in my room if you want, but my fan died last night so it might be a little warm. Or Kurt's downstairs, you could see what he's up to," Finn said, getting to his feet and finally pulling his shirt down over his shoulder and putting his arm through the sleeve. Puck nodded through Finn's entire speech before taking another swig of beer. "And try not to drink more than three of those or else Burt will notice," Finn warned before giving Puck a quick fist-bump and then departing out into the hot summer sun.

Puck finished his beer before stowing the bottle at the very bottom of the recycling bin and getting another. He walked up to Finn's room and considered playing video games for a while before deciding against it, unable to even fathom sitting still in the suffocating heat of the small room. He then dug deep into Finn's closet, fishing out his porn collection, and considered having a nice leisurely afternoon jerk session in the bathroom with the mags before getting frustrated by all the pages being stuck together. He rubbed his dick in frustration before finishing off his second beer. Figuring he might as well go bother Kurt, he walked downstairs to the kitchen to refresh his beer before deciding Burt wouldn't really notice another one gone. So Puck downed one with the cool refrigerator air washing over him before reaching in and grabbing another one for his journey down into Kurt's room. He traipsed down the last flight of stairs into Kurt's basement bedroom.

He immediately felt a cooling breeze wash over him as he descended into Kurt's room. It wasn't as cool as it could be with the air conditioner on, but it was at least cooler than outside, and certainly cooler than Finn's room. He mentally patted himself on the back, glad that he chose Kurt's room over staying in Finn's, or worse, staying at home with no fan or A/C at all.

Puck eyed Kurt on his bed, two fans pointed directly at him. He was surprised to find the countertenor was dressed extremely casually in a loose fitting t-shirt and a small pair of running shorts. He was lying on his bed, his leg raised and crossed over his extended knee, fanning himself with a small paper fan despite already having the two fans at his disposal. His eyes were closed and he was humming softly to a song only he could hear, a few words escaping now and then but no words distinguishable due to his quiet voice and the loud whirring of the fans.

Puck couldn't help but think back to nearly a month ago, when he'd set his mind up to seducing Kurt. He'd snuck into his room and found Kurt nearly exactly as he'd found him now. The thoughts of what happened next sent blood pumping straight to Puck's sizeable member. He'd never said it out loud, and hadn't even fully admitted it to himself, but Puck fully enjoyed giving Kurt his first blowjob. He chalked it all up to the deflowering; getting into a virgin's pants before anyone else always filled him with a strange sense of pride and arousal, but even he knew what happened with Kurt wasn't that simple. There was something about having Kurt's cute dick in his mouth, something about having control over the usually bossy diva, his body writhing underneath his fingers. Yet Puck still loved the feeling of being submissive to him, being forcefully fed his thick, pale dick, choking on it and having his mohawk pulled by his perfectly manicured fingers. And he could still taste Kurt on the tip of his tongue, his mouth watering every time he closed his eyes and thought back to that night. Not to mention Kurt's virgin mouth on Puckzilla. That boy could deep throat like nobody's business, and he made no qualms about tonguing the shit out of Puckzilla's flared head, or swallowing every mouthful of spooge Puck fed him. It was a little awkward when their orgasms subsided and they were left naked in Kurt's bed, and it only seemed to intensify and thicken given time so that by next morning they couldn't even look at each other. Puck couldn't get over the fact that he'd done that with a guy, while Kurt couldn't digest (no pun intended) the fact that he'd basically lost his oral virginity to Puck, and not Taylor Lautner as originally planned. So they ignored each other. Or, to be more accurate, Kurt ignored Puck. Puck wanted to talk it out, to get their feelings and shit out of the way and at least try to make sense of what the fuck sparked between them that night. At least, that's what he told himself. Truthfully he just wanted a repeat of that night's events. But Kurt would have none of it. He dodged him at every Glee Club practice, ignored him in the halls, refused his calls, and disappeared whenever he showed up unannounced to his house. Eventually Puck couldn't take it anymore. He needed to figure out what was going on between them; was this thing with Kurt for real, or was it just a one-time thing that happened because Puck was bored and horny and Kurt was there?

Puck needed answers, and he needed them now. He readjusted himself through his shorts before taking another gulp of beer and approaching Kurt's bed. He considered tapping Kurt lightly on the shoulder before talking to him civilly about what transpired between them, but the overwhelming heat coupled with the alcohol's dulling effect on his decision-making skills, not to mention the pent-up horniness from nearly two days of not jerking off, made him tumble onto Kurt's bed as if he were in gymnastics, throwing a naked arm over Kurt's warm body and cuddling close to him.

Kurt recoiled in terror as Puck showed up unannounced on his bed. He hadn't even heard him enter his room. He rolled his eyes before draping Puck's arm off of his body. He mentally shuddered as he eyed Puck's sweaty and naked chest on his clean sheets. He huffed in frustration at Puck's presence; for the past few weeks he was so sure he could be rid of the boy if he ignored him and generally acted as if he didn't exist. But Puck was too perseverant, too set on catching Kurt's attention. And it seems he succeeded, judging by the way Kurt eyed him maliciously.

"What do you want?" Kurt asked, his voice dripping with disdain. He rolled away from Puck, only to have the jock roll over so he was practically lying on top of him.

"Geez, can't a guy cuddle up next to his favorite little buddy in the entire world without hostility?" Puck asked. He looked up to Kurt with his shiny brown eyes, his hand creeping up under Kurt's shirt before Kurt slapped it away.

"Are you drunk?" Kurt asked, appalled. He sat up, looking down at Puck guardedly.

"No!" Puck denied. "I mean, I'm a little buzzed," Puck admitted, tracing small circles on Kurt's exposed thigh. Once again Kurt slapped Puck's hand before pulling his shorts down to cover his leg, only to have the waistband sink down too low, giving Puck an eyeful of Kurt's carefully groomed pubic bush. Kurt blushed furiously once he realized he was exposed, ordering Puck out of his room. But now that Puck got a peek at the Promised Land there was no way he was giving up.

"Feels good going commando, huh?" Puck teased. He ran his hand down Kurt's leg, toying with the downy hair on the underside of his calf. Kurt grabbed Puck's wandering hand and gripped it tightly, his nails digging into Puck's skin.

"This is the first time I've ever gone without the wonderful invention that is underwear," Kurt said, letting go of Puck's hand. "Normally I'd be at Mercedes' house, where their air conditioner works and they have an indoor pool, but since she's out of town I'm stuck here, in Satan's armpit, with his number one demon pestering me all day."

"You really think I have what it takes to be his number one?" Puck joked, reaching out again to lay his hand innocently on Kurt's leg. Kurt rolled his eyes and let his hand rest there for a while; until Puck began rubbing circles over the spot, which made Kurt flick his hand off him.

"Is there a reason you're here, Noah? And inebriated no less. It's bad enough this abysmal heat and humidity is wreaking havoc on my hair, but it's also had the added side effect of making me even more agitated than usual, so unless you have a valid reason for bothering me, please leave with all due haste," Kurt said, exasperated.

"I just wanted to ask you something: remember last month, when I came down here and we - ," Puck began.

" – Absolutely not," Kurt interrupted.

"So, you don't remember?" Puck asked, smiling up at Kurt.

"I do, it's just I refuse to speak of it," Kurt said defiantly.

"Come on, Princess. I mean, we don't have to talk about what happened detail by detail, but you have to admit what went down that night was pretty – ."

" – Stop it," Kurt demanded. "Nothing happened. I was sleepy and vulnerable and you were, well…you were there. And I was curious and naïve and you…you took advantage of me…"

"By being the first person to suck your dick?" Puck asked, amused.

"Must you be so vulgar?" Kurt said, his cheeks tinting pink. "What happened was a one time thing. It's never going to happen again."

"Okay, fair enough," Puck said. He'd heard what Kurt said, but it didn't deter him. He knew by the end of the night he'd be wiping Kurt's cum off his lips. "As long as you don't go around telling people I 'took advantage' of you. I don't want people to start thinking that I'm the town rapist."

"Trust me, I haven't told anyone about our little…experiment," Kurt said.

Silence fell upon them, but Puck couldn't tear his eyes from Kurt's body. His skin looked so pale and soft and touchable that Puck considered reaching out and touching him again. Going nearly a month without contact with Kurt drove him slowly insane, so to be able to touch him, even if only for a few seconds, was like finding his sanity again. But Kurt wasn't exactly thrilled with Puck's touch. So it was the worst torture imaginable to look upon Kurt, to feel his heat, to smell his scent, but not be able to touch him. Puck couldn't take it anymore.

Kurt was leaning against the wall where his bed was pushed, trying his best not to come into contact with Puck. His legs were drawn to his body, guarding himself should the mohawked boy try another sneak attack with his calloused (and admittedly large and sexy) hands. No. No, no, no. Kurt couldn't think like that. He couldn't let those thoughts seep out from where he'd contained them. He couldn't think that way about Puck, the straightest boy on the planet. He couldn't let himself fall for the sex shark of Lima. Everyone knew Puck wanted one thing, and when he got it he left, not content to stick around and get involved in messy things like emotions or relationships. Meanwhile relationships and emotions were all Kurt thought about. Handholding, sweet kisses, dates at the movie theater, staying up all night on the telephone with that special someone; these were all he thought about when he was alone. It consumed every second of his waking life. Not that he didn't have…needs. He was a teenage boy, after all, and he had urges, but those urges were usually coupled by some dashing stranger whisking him away to a romantic ride in a gondola down a Venetian waterway, followed by a picnic at a café by the Eiffel Tower, culminating in a wonderful (and painless) loss of his virginity. He wasn't naïve and clueless about love; he knew he was building up his ideal man to unattainable proportions. But he felt he deserved to be treated special, and Puck just wouldn't be able to treat him that way. He'd take whatever he wanted, and leave Kurt as empty as before he arrived. So Kurt had to have his guard up. He had to be vigilant, and keep Puck at bay. Because he could already feel himself slipping, he could feel him working his way through the cracks in his veneer. And he couldn't let that happen. He couldn't.

Puck tentatively reached out and let his hand rest on Kurt's foot. Kurt thought the gesture odd at first, but he didn't shake him off. He'd been exceedingly rude to him already; he didn't have it in him to be rude again. So Kurt left Puck's hand on his foot, ignoring the warmth it spread throughout his already hot body. Seeing that he didn't object, Puck gently rubbed Kurt's foot, focusing on the delicate arch of his sole and the simple curve of his ankle. Kurt leaned further back into the wall, relaxing into Puck's caresses. Puck smirked as he realized he had Kurt right where he wanted him, while Kurt fought a deep internal struggle about whether or not to give in to Puck's ministrations.

"You have really nice feet," Puck commented, coaxing Kurt's leg out so that it lay between them, a bridge of muscle and tissue connecting their bodies. Puck sat up so he could better work on Kurt's foot before reaching out and grabbing the other one, massaging both of them deeply with his strong hands. Kurt sank lower into the wall, resisting the pull Puck seemed to hold over him.

"I get pedicures every other week," Kurt said. He tried not to look at Puck, but the tanned teen was drilling a hole through Kurt with his eyes, so Kurt couldn't help but look up to meet Puck's smoky gaze. "What?" Kurt asked uneasily, feeling uncomfortable under Puck's heavy stare.

"Nothing," Puck commented. He looked at Kurt as if it were the first time he was seeing him, as if he was a completely new being that both fascinated and frightened him at the same time. "You just look so sexy right now," he said. And he meant it. It wasn't another line from the Noah Puckerman Playbook; it was a sincere and honest comment about how Kurt looked at that moment. As soon as he said it however, they both wished he could take it back: Kurt because it made him uncomfortable, and Puck because he was afraid it made him look weak to Kurt, like he was desperate and would say anything to get him.

"Yeah right," Kurt retorted, pulling one of his feet back from Puck's grasp. Before he could retract it completely, however, Puck pulled it back and brought it up to his discerning eyes, looking at his foot intimately. He placed a swift kiss to the top before Kurt could stop him, and when Kurt only stared open-mouthed at him, Puck stuck his tongue out and dragged it longingly over the arch of Kurt's foot, ending at Kurt's toe, which he then proceeded to stick in his mouth and suck on as if it were a lollipop. Kurt could only look on, too shocked by Puck's actions to be truly appalled. In truth, he found it oddly erotic; to have a part of himself he'd never even considered sexy treated so affectionately. "What are you doing?" he asked breathlessly, afraid to tear his eyes away should Puck do something else as surprising, or worse, stop.

"Do you like this?" Puck asked, setting Kurt's first foot down and then picking his other one up to once again continue his ministrations on a new foot. Unable to speak, Kurt simply shook his head, causing Puck to chuckle. He set Kurt's foot down and kissed up his calf, stopping at his knee before picking himself up to where Kurt was still seated. He pulled Kurt down onto the bed, hovering over him protectively. "If you want me to stop, just say the word, Princess," Puck said, resisting the urge to shove his hands down Kurt's thin shorts and have his way with him whether or not he consented. "Got it?" Puck asked, seeking confirmation.

"Yeah," Kurt muttered, his eyes lost in Puck's. He felt silly for the next question he was going to ask, but he couldn't go any further without it being settled. "Could you – do you think you could possibly, maybe kiss me now?" he asked. It was rather embarrassing, but Kurt felt that if things progressed as fast as they had, he didn't want his first kiss with Puck to get lost in their lust.

"You're seriously asking me?" Puck chuckled. "I should be fucking begging you for a kiss." With that Puck swooped down, his naked chest and erect nipples pressing down on Kurt's lithe body, his lips pushing on Kurt's. His breath failed him as he felt Puck on his lips for the first time. He felt all the blood immediately travel from his brain to his dick, it's fleshy shaft hardening so that even Puck could feel it beneath him. "I guess you liked it," Puck sniggered, reaching down to fondle Kurt through his shorts.

"Less talking," Kurt demanded, pulling Puck down into another searing kiss, arching his back and extending his hips as he did so that Puck could fully feel his straining boner.

"Fuck, you want it bad, don't you, Princess?" Puck asked, nuzzling Kurt's cheek. Kurt nodded affirmatively before wrapping his arms around Puck's bare back and pulling the mohawked teen's body so that he was fully enveloped by him. The heat got to the two of them, causing them both to sweat and pant more than they would have on an ordinary day. Puck didn't mind, and surprisingly neither did Kurt, who was too caught up in Puck to care about his sheets or his hair.

"Touch me," Kurt pleaded, writhing under Puck. "Please, Noah. Just please…ugh, touch me," he moaned. Puck pressed his own aching denim-covered crotch onto Kurt's, wrapping Kurt's hands in one of his own before complying.

He slid a careful hand under Kurt's shirt, relishing being able to feel Kurt's skin again. He wouldn't take it for granted this time, especially if Kurt freaked out again and shut him out. No, this time he would savor each moment with Kurt, and take time to memorize each and every blemish and birthmark, every follicle and shade of white, red, and pink on his skin. He'd store it away in case, God forbid, he never got the chance to see it again.

His hand traveled further up Kurt's stomach, pulling his shirt up as he went, and his eyes drank in each supple curve and line of his body. Kurt squirmed a little under Puck's scrutinizing gaze, uncomfortable at being eyed so lasciviously. He'd never thought of himself as a sexual being, but Puck seemed to awaken the lust within him, making him feel things he previously considered base or uncouth. He still wasn't completely comfortable with it however; he didn't see what Puck saw in him, especially when he could have any girl (or guy, apparently) he wanted.

When Puck brought Kurt's shirt to his chin, exposing Kurt's dark pink nipples, Puck looked into Kurt's eyes and muttered exactly what he was thinking at that moment. "Fuck, Kurt. You are so goddamned sexy."

Kurt cringed inwardly, turning his head away from Puck. Puck could tell something was wrong, so he resisted the urge to lean down and suck at Kurt's erect nipples and instead pulled Kurt by the chin so that he could look into his eyes again. "What is it?"

"Nothing," Kurt said, tears clouding his eyes. He tried to wipe them away before they spilt over. 'Of course', he thought to himself, 'the one time a guy shows any interest in you and you overanalyze it and freak out like a little girl with self-esteem issues. Do you want to die a virgin?' He spoke up, "Can you just…just don't say things like that again? Can we just do this without, you know, talking?"

"What's up?" Puck asked. He got off from above Kurt, instead laying next to him and pulling his gaze back when Kurt turned to the wall. "What did I say?"

Kurt lay on his side, addressing Puck. "No, it's not you," Kurt said, blushing at the embarrassment of being so near to intimacy with Puck and instead breaking down due to his low confidence. "I'm just…a wreck," he chuckled, trying to break the tension. "I understand if you want to leave now."

"Hey," Puck said, moving closer to Kurt, "I don't want to be anywhere but here." He brushed Kurt's bangs out from his eyes, pressing his forehead to his because he wanted contact but didn't think resting his hands on the small countertenor just yet would be wise. "You want to talk about it?" he asked sincerely.

Kurt mulled it over before spilling his soul to Puck. "I've just, never been called 'sexy' before. I didn't even know anyone could use that word to describe me without laughing out loud."

'Fuck', Puck thought to himself, 'if I screwed this shit up with Hummel I'm going to take a long jump off a tall bridge.' 'You're telling me', Puckzilla chimed in. 'If I don't get some attention soon I'm going to crawl back up inside of you and turn into the vagina you should have been born with.' While his dick and mind battled it out, his heart beat harder and harder inside his chest, letting him know exactly what to say.

"I'm sorry," Puck apologized. "We can stop if you want. I mean, I didn't mean to freak you out or anything, I was just stating the obvious."

"It just…why me?" Kurt wondered.

"What?" Puck asked.

"Of all the girls, or guys, you could get with, why me?" Kurt said, rolling onto his back, staring at the ceiling and twirling his hair around his finger as he did whenever he was deep in thought. "I mean, Sam's a lot hotter than me, and so is Mike. Finn's my stepbrother, but even I have to admit he can be adorable in his own awkward-puppyish kind of me. And there's always your old standby Santana. And there has to be at least a few Cheerios you haven't plucked yet. Out of all of them, why me?"

"Okay, first of all, just the idea of me and Finn made my brain nearly melt from grossness," Puck said. "And Santana's a bitch, in case you forgot. And I don't want a Cheerio, or Mike or Sam. I want you." Puck stopped Kurt's hand from twirling his hair. "Did you hear me, Princess?"

"Yes," Kurt sighed, "I suppose I'm just waiting for the other shoe to drop."

"What do you mean?" Puck asked.

"This is just too good," Kurt said, finally looking back into Puck's eyes. "You're too good. You're more than I ever expected. I always assumed my first time would be in college, with a drunken frat guy so deep in the closet he was practically in Narnia rutting on top of me, smelling of booze and cigarettes and vomit, and I'd be passed out drunk, but not to the point where he took advantage of me, and I would wake up the next morning feeling an appropriate amount of shame and disgust, but relief that it was over. Either that or I'd die a virgin in a horrible woolen caftan, surrounded by an army of cats who would eat my decaying body for food, unless a neighbor called the police because of the smell," Kurt said. "I even had the fabric picked out for the caftan and everything."

"I like you," Puck said, pulling Kurt back from his reverie. "And you can forget that shit about me being too good for you. Strip away my badass sex shark persona, my awesome 'hawk, and my killer guns," Puck stopped to kiss each bicep accordingly, making Kurt roll his eyes but still chuckle in laughter, "and you've got a juvenile delinquent who's failing more classes than should be legal, a deadbeat teenage dad who couldn't even provide a good home for his kid, and basically a worthless tool who is pretty much thanking God that Kurt Hummel let him have one kiss before he died."

Kurt was touched by Puck's words. He didn't even think Puck thought of himself like that, but hearing the boy speak so openly and honestly about how he viewed himself endeared him all the more. "You're not a tool, Noah. You're not any of those things you described. You're sweet and kind and gentle, and surprisingly smart if only you applied yourself," Kurt chastised. "And you're not worthless. Not to me."

"You're just saying that to get into my pants," Puck teased.

"Yes, because I'm such a whore," Kurt deadpanned, making Puck smile. "And if it means that much to you, you can have another kiss…if you want," he said shyly.

Puck wasted no time. He practically lunged forward to Kurt, mashing their lips together in a desperate attempt to get as much from the kiss as possible in case Kurt freaked out again and decided to pull away. He didn't. Instead Kurt kissed Puck back just as forcefully, surprising Puck when he flicked his tongue into the mohawked teen's mouth before bashfully retracting it, afraid Puck would think him too forward. Puck let him know it was okay by returning the favor, lolling his tongue into Kurt's mouth, licking at the back of his teeth before gently massaging Kurt's own tongue. Kurt groaned in appreciation, surprised at how fast his penis engorged with blood at the simple act of kissing.

Kurt once again turned the tables by rolling on top of Puck, straddling his hips before running his hands through his bristly mohawk. When Puck stuck his tongue in Kurt's mouth again, Kurt clamped his lips on it, sucking it desperately, sending Puck into a frenzy. Why had he never thought of sucking a tongue? The sensations running through his body were insane, and he thought he would burst any minute from Kurt's ministrations. It was the most turned on he'd ever been with his clothes on, that's for sure.

"Fuck, babe," Puck began, when Kurt let him up for air. "You'd make a believer out of an atheist." Kurt smirked at Puck's praise. Maybe he was sexy after all; he just needed someone to bring it out of him.

A/N: Was this really a sequel to 'Puck's Fresh Meat'? Not in the strictest sense of the word, but it does take place in the same universe and draws from the same events as the first. Hope you all don't burn me at the stake for pairing this story with the first one.

I don't know why I write sequels for my one-shots. And why they come out less interesting than their predecessors. And I really need to get back to 'How Wonderful Life Is' and 'Before Sunrise'. I suck at life. J/k.

And thanks for all the reviews everyone gives to my fics. I'd like to respond to each one, but I have limited internet access, so I basically just have time to go on to upload my stories (which I write on a broken laptop with MS Word '07 being one of the only functioning programs) and don't really get time to thank each and every reviewer. So here it is:

THANK YOU FOR REVIEWING!

Reviews really are the best, aren't they? And for those of you who take the few minutes to write one out, can I just say on behalf of each and every author on this site, you make our day with your comments. Thank you again, so much.