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A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! I think this is my most reviewed/favorited/alerted story (aside from How Wonderful) so I couldn't leave you guys hanging. I just had to write another chapter on the steamy sex lives of Puck and Kurt!
Chapter Three
Penetrations and Intrusions
Kurt Hummel strode into McKinley High, his head aloft and his eyes scanning the halls before him for any sign of trouble. He only narrowly dodged being thrown in the dumpster outside because Jacob Ben Israel had arrived to school before him, and while that kept the football team occupied, he knew the hockey team was stalking the halls with fresh slushies, eager to throw them in the faces of anyone they deemed an outcast or loser. So even though Kurt was on high alert, he was caught off guard when a hand darted out from the janitor's closet and pulled him inside.
He was ready to scream in terror, afraid that it was a bully who had grabbed him, when he eyed the jet-black mohawk and shiny brown eyes of Noah Puckerman. Relaxing further into the wall he had been pushed against, he simultaneously let out a sigh of relief followed by a swift punch to Puck's shoulder, declaring, "You scared me half to death!"
"My bad, gorgeous," Puck laughed, rubbing the spot on his arm where Kurt hit him. He leaned forward and ghosted his lips over Kurt's, his warm breath tickling Kurt's skin. "I just couldn't wait to see you."
"I saw you two hours ago," Kurt reminded him, his breath ragged and halting from being so close to Puck. "Remember? I pushed your naked ass out of my bedroom window because I heard my dad waking up for work."
"Was that only two hours ago?" Puck asked, his face still pressed to Kurt's, their noses touching but their lips still an inch away from each other. "Seems like fucking forever since I had my hands on you." With that Puck un-tucked Kurt's ruffled Vivianne Westwood shirt and ran his hand underneath the starchy fabric, feeling the smooth warm skin underneath.
"You had your hands all over me last night," Kurt reminded again, a small smile tugging at his lips at the memory. "You nearly choked me that last round. And then I could barely breathe because you had your gigantic barbarian tentacles wrapped around me all night."
"You know you loved it," Puck said huskily, his hand traveling further up Kurt's chest. He pressed his body onto Kurt's as he rubbed his crotch on Kurt's thigh. "You loved my hands around your neck, making you see stars, and my big guns wrapped around your tight little body made you feel all safe and shit. Am I right?"
"Shut up," Kurt smirked, not willing to admit how much he enjoyed Puck's dominance. He brought his lips to Puck's, unable to let him tease him any longer. Their kiss was deep and passionate, as it always was, and when Kurt drew back Puck once again wished it never ended. Kurt eyed Puck deviously, knowing he'd stirred the boy's juices.
"Fuck," Puck swore under his breath. "I got to get a piece of your ass right now, Princess."
"We're at school. You know, for learning? Do you ever think of anything besides sex?" Kurt chuckled. He ran his fingers through the back of Puck's mohawk as the taller boy leaned down to nuzzle Kurt's cheek.
"Come on, babe," Puck whined. "You can't turn me on like this and then leave me with blue balls all day."
"I had no intention of letting you go without all day," Kurt assured him. At this Puck's ears perked up.
"Seriously?" he asked excitedly.
"Seriously," Kurt affirmed. "If you attend your first two morning classes and take adequate notes I'll reward you during third period study hall."
"Wait a minute," Puck said. "Are you trying to get me to learn something? Because the Puckster is too badass to actually go to class and take notes like a dork."
"Noah," Kurt started, pulling Puck's hand to his open mouth.
"What?" Puck asked, still a little pissed at having to work for sex when he knew there were girls out there that would spread their legs for him, no questions asked.
Kurt brought Puck's large fingers to his mouth and ghosted them over his lips before whispering, "You can cum inside of me." With that he licked Puck's index and middle fingers, sucking them in his mouth in a near perfect imitation of fellatio. Puck nearly blew his load right there.
"Fuck," Puck swore again, licking his lips excitedly. Sometimes he forgot just how dirty Hummel could be. All thoughts of other girls left his mind as he remembered how awesome a fuck Kurt was. Out of all the women he fucked, even the MILFs with their years of experience, sex with Kurt easily blew them out of the water. Suddenly taking a few notes and paying attention in class for a couple hours didn't seem that bad, especially if it meant getting some alone time with Kurt sooner rather than later on that night.
"Alright," Puck agreed eagerly. "I'll be a dork for a couple of hours." Kurt smiled through Puck's fingers, which were still in his mouth. Puck found it hard to swallow when Kurt used his tongue to trace the ridges of his nail beds. He whimpered like a little boy when Kurt withdrew his fingers from his mouth.
"Fabulous," Kurt said brightly. "I'll see you in third period." He turned to leave before twirling back around to face Puck as if he'd forgotten something. "Oh, and Noah," he began. He then shoved his hand down the front of Puck's pants, grasping his rock hard dick. "If you jerk off before you me meet me, I'll know, and I'll be royally pissed off," Kurt whispered roughly, squeezing Puck's dick as best he could in the tight confines of his jeans. He pulled his hand from Puck's pants, brought it to his lips and licked each finger clean as if they were covered in cake batter. Puck watched slack jawed as Kurt finished licking each finger. "See you later," Kurt said, bouncing on his heels to give Puck a quick kiss on the cheek.
Puck stood cemented to the spot in the janitor's closet for a full five minutes before the blood flowed out from his engorged penis to the rest of his body. He had to wipe away a sliver of drool that fell from his lips as he readjusted his dick in his pants. 'Damn', he thought to himself, 'and I thought I was a sex-shark. Hummel's like a freaking sex-kraken.'
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"I suppose these are…acceptable," Kurt sighed, flipping through Puck's notes. They were written hastily, as if he'd done them only minutes before, and he couldn't read more than a few lines worth of material. The rest of the pages seemed to be filled with pornographic cartoons, including what Kurt thought was a very accurate drawing of his own penis, as well as names and places he didn't know.
"Who's Bobba Fett?" Kurt asked, trying his best to pronounce the name.
"Only the baddest bounty hunter in the galaxy," Puck said, scoffing at Kurt's ignorance. "Dude, I've made you watch Empire Strikes Back with me twice and you still don't remember his name?"
"How horrible of me," Kurt said with an eye roll. Still, Kurt had to admit Puck had kept up his part of the bargain: he'd gone to class and taken notes. Kurt knew he really only had himself to blame; he should have explained to Puck that he would be judged on neatness and subject matter. Maybe training Puck to get better grades through sex wasn't such a good idea after all.
"I did my best, babe," Puck said from where he was leaning on the library bookshelf. "I wrote down what I understood, but it was all different from what I remember. How the fuck was I supposed to know Math class changes every year?"
"You passed Geometry last year, so they moved you up to Algebra II," Kurt said. He tucked Puck's notes into his messenger bag before turning to the mohawked boy.
"Who the fuck let them move me up?" Puck asked angrily. "I showed up maybe ten times to class last year, and I'm including the times I went by accident and left after five seconds."
"It appears Figgins is desperate to be rid of you, so he's forcing you through the required classes in order for you to graduate sometime this decade," Kurt said, straightening Puck's shirt and brushing the lint from his shoulders, something that usually annoyed Puck to no end.
"What a douche," Puck muttered. "So, we gonna fuck?" he asked excitedly.
"Ever the gentleman," Kurt mused, tapping Puck on the nose. "I suppose you did keep up your end of the deal, and I've never been one to renege on a promise, so - ."
" – Awesome!" Puck shouted joyfully, earning a hissing 'Shush!' from the librarian. Before Kurt could object Puck lifted him up and flung him over his shoulder, exiting the library and walking down the halls as if he didn't have 150 pounds of teenage boy strapped over his shoulder.
"What do you think you're doing?" Kurt exclaimed. "Put me down!"
"Easy there, Princess," Puck chuckled, rubbing Kurt's ass in an attempt to calm him. If anything it only made him madder.
"Don't patronize me, Puckerman," Kurt screeched from where his head hung behind Puck. "Now set me down this instant!"
"Relax, Hummel," Puck said. "I'm just taking you to my place."
"What? Why?" Kurt demanded.
"Because you promised me sex," Puck reminded him, "and even though I've fucked at school before, I want you alone, in my room, where you can moan and scream my name as loud as you want without the librarian shushing us from her desk."
"I hate your room," Kurt said, his voice rising and falling with each step Puck took as it made his head bounce. "Your sheets are filthy. God only knows the last time they were changed."
"I haven't changed them since we first fucked there. That's what I love about them," Puck said, smacking Kurt on the ass. "Whenever I can't get a piece of you, all I have to do is lie on my bed buck naked and I can practically smell you next to me. And then I jerk off pretty good thinking about all the nasty things we've done there."
"How romantic," Kurt deadpanned. "Whenever I want to think of you I simply wear one of the shirts you've left at my house. I don't need to resort to such…animalistic means."
"Oh, you think that's bad? Whenever I want to cum bucket-loads I just press one of your dirty undies to my face, spit in my hand, and rub one out real – ."
"- You stole my dirty underwear?" Kurt interrupted. "You are such a freak."
"Yeah," Puck said, putting him down on his feet once they reached his beat up old pickup truck, "but I'm your freak." With that Puck leaned down and kissed Kurt with such force that the countertenor was pushed into Puck's side door. "Come on, babe," Puck said, pressing his aching boner into Kurt's groin, "let me show you how freaky I can be."
"As long as you don't pee on me," Kurt chuckled, nipping at Puck's lower lip. Puck growled at Kurt's teasing. He forced Kurt into the passenger side before hopping in the driver's seat and breaking every speeding law to get to his house, his hand pressed deeply into the back of Kurt's jeans, fingering his hole as Kurt sucked at his earlobe.
With a screeching halt Puck arrived at his house, pulled Kurt out of the truck and carried him bridal style through the front door and up the stairs before tossing him unceremoniously onto the bed. Kurt bit his lip anxiously as he watched Puck rip his shirt off, his nipple ring glinting in the sunlight streaming through the window. Puck smirked at Kurt as he quickly unbuttoned his jeans, the countertenor shaking his head in amusement as he saw Puck wearing his beloved Star Wars briefs yet again.
"I've seen you wear that four times," Kurt said as Puck walked on his knees toward him. "You do wash them, right?"
"When I remember," Puck teased. He thrust his cloth covered package at the still laying Kurt, who ran his finger over the outline of Puck's cock delicately. "Are you going to get naked now, or is this gonna be All About Puck Day?" Puck asked hopefully.
"Always thinking about yourself," Kurt said, cupping Puck's balls through his underwear. Puck smiled down on Kurt as he continued to play with his junk.
"Dude, last night I blew you twice, swallowed, licked your asshole until you came, and let you fuck me so many times I had cum leaking out of my crack all freaking morning," Puck reminded. "Add that on top of actually going to class today, and I think I've earned an All About Puck Day."
"Nice try, Noah," Kurt said, sitting up and pulling his shirt off delicately so it didn't ruin his hair. "You should know by now that every day is All About Kurt Day."
"Now who's selfish?" Puck teased, unbuttoning Kurt's pants and then pulling them off when he lay back down. Puck lay on top of him, both their underwear clad erections rubbing as they made out. Puck kissed him forcefully, nibbling at his lip as he came up for breath. Kurt in turn sucked playfully on Puck's tongue, massaging it with his own and wrapping his lips around it every time Puck slipped it in his mouth.
Kurt nudged Puck onto his back before sitting up and licking down Puck's chest. He took Puck's dark brown nipple into his mouth, sucking it greedily and then moving on to his pierced one, pulling at it playfully with his teeth. Puck hissed in pleasure, rubbing Kurt's back appreciatively.
Puck moved up the bed as he anticipated Kurt's next move. He propped a pillow behind his head as he prepared for Kurt's excellent oral show. Kurt smirked, knowing that as much as Puck liked having his dick sucked he loved watching it being sucked. The boy had a serious voyeurism fetish. 'As well as a few other ones he may have gotten me hooked on,' Kurt thought to himself with a devilish smile.
Puck waited with baited breath as Kurt slipped his fingers under the waistband of his underwear. He smiled his crooked smile as Kurt pulled his Star Wars briefs all the way off and stared wondrously at his dick. "Did it get bigger since last night?" Kurt asked, wrapping one hand and then the other around it, laughing as he saw that all that was left exposed beneath his fists were the lips of Puck's dick.
"Maybe you sucked it so much it got longer," Puck said, sticking his tongue out playfully as Kurt rolled his eyes.
"Then maybe I should stop sucking it," Kurt said, now jerking it with one tightly closed fist.
"That would definitely make it sad," Puck said. "Look, it's crying." A drop of pre-cum pearled at the tip of his dick and before it could drip down Kurt leaned forward and licked it clean.
"Well I can't have a sad Puckzilla on my hands, now can I?" Kurt asked deviously. Puck shook his head in agreement. With that Kurt made himself comfortable as he took Puck's prick into his warm mouth.
He bobbed up and down expertly, dragging his tongue up the dark vein on Puck's dick on each up-stroke, and swallowing around the spongy head with every down-stroke. He would alternate between working up the steely shaft and playing with the soft head, always careful to back off when Puck looked ready to cum. He didn't want Puck to finish too soon; he wanted to drag this on as long as possible, so Puck would have a truly spectacular orgasm.
He moved down to Puck's balls, sucking each orb into his mouth, tonguing them through their thin sac before licking at them playfully. He then trailed his tongue down Puck's taint to the start of his ass crack, poking at the hairy entrance teasingly before moving back to take Puck's rock hard cock into his drooling mouth.
"That is so hot," Puck said breathily as he watched Kurt work expertly on his dick.
"Don't cum yet," Kurt warned. He felt Puck's legs stiffen around him, and he retreated from Puck's dick and instead kissed his thighs so the mohawked jock could cool off.
"Fuck, I want to so bad, babe," Puck whined.
"I want you to cum inside me first," Kurt said. "The first one is always the best, and I want it to be in my ass."
Puck lay sweating, fighting off the urge to cum. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold off much longer, not the way Kurt was Hoovering up his cock, so he grabbed Kurt roughly by the hair and pulled him up for a searing kiss. Kurt returned it passionately. Puck then turned Kurt over, kissing down his back as he finally reached Kurt's sinfully round ass. He bit Kurt's underwear and dragged it down Kurt's surprisingly muscular thighs, finally pulling it off from around Kurt's delicate feet. He threw it on top of his desk, making sure to put it somewhere he could remember so he could swipe it later. He trailed kisses back up Kurt's legs, reaching his butt and licking at each cheek, chuckling as each one jiggled like an uncooked egg yolk.
Kurt giggled as Puck continued to play with his ass. He sighed contentedly as Puck pried apart his ass cheeks and licked with long tongue strokes around his hole. He bit the pillow he was resting his head on as he felt Puck tease around his asshole, wanting nothing more than to feel Puck's wet tongue poking at the most sensitive part of his body. For his part Puck loved teasing Kurt, watching as the usually prim and proper diva unraveled into a tingling mass of nerves underneath him.
He buried his face in Kurt's butt, savoring the musky smell of Kurt's ass. It wasn't gross or disgusting at all; on the contrary, Kurt took excellent care of his asshole. So Puck planted his entire face between his cheeks, rubbing up and down his crack, his stubble and wet tongue giving Kurt contrasting feelings and making him dampen the sheets beneath him with pre-cum.
Finally Puck decided to put Kurt out of his misery. With a smirk he looked at Kurt's asshole before him, winking seductively as it pulsed in and out with anticipation. He stuck his tongue out and ran it up Kurt's pucker, smirking to himself as Kurt sighed and practically melted into a puddle. "Damn that's sexy," Puck said, tracing around Kurt's hole with his finger. He licked at it again, alternating between that and blowing cool air on it, making Kurt squeal.
"Stop that!" Kurt laughed, bending his leg and hitting Puck with his foot.
"If you don't stop that, I'm going to suck on your foot next, too," Puck said, catching Kurt's foot and kissing it.
"Noah," Kurt sang, twisting around so Puck could see him. "I'm so horny."
Puck pulled Kurt up and turned him around so he was lying on his back. Puck lifted Kurt's legs up and pushed his hips back, Kurt's asshole once again winking in front of him. Kurt bit his lip as Puck dove down and continued feasting on his ass, pulling at his mohawk and ears whenever the jock hit a particularly sensitive spot. He moaned uncontrollably, pressing his ass into Puck's face with an, "Oh, ohh good Gucci. I'm close." Puck looked up and wiped his mouth on the back of his arm as he eyed Kurt's red, throbbing cock, a testament to how skilled he was at rimming.
"Why did you stop?" Kurt complained.
"I could eat your ass all day, babe, but right now I really want to see my dick destroying it from the outside," Puck smirked.
"Then what are you waiting for? An engraved invitation from Kate Middleton?" Kurt teased.
Puck spit in his hand and lubed up his dick, fingering Kurt's asshole before plunging in. Kurt took Puck's sizeable cock like a champ, his tight chute wrapping around Puckzilla like warm, wet velvet. Puck stiffened for a moment as his dick seemed to be at its happiest, waiting for the urge to cum to go away. Kurt waited patiently and then sighed contentedly as Puck began rocking in and out.
In no time Puck was fucking Kurt forcefully, his bed squeaking and pounding into the wall as he too pounded into Kurt. Kurt pulled Puck down to him, kissing him, completing the circuit that began at his ass and his dick and ended at their mouths.
"Fuck you're tight," Puck praised. "You're always so warm and tight," he said, breathing heavily onto Kurt's cheek.
"Ugh…oh, Noah," Kurt moaned. "Fuck me…oh, fuck me harder." With that Puck slammed into Kurt, his pubes scratching at Kurt's ass, before pulling completely out of Kurt's asshole and admiring the gaping hole left in his wake. Puck continued to fuck him, desperately fighting off the tingling in his balls that signaled an impending orgasm. Kurt reached around and squeezed Puck's full ass, tracing up and down the crack as Puck rabbit-fucked the shit out of him.
During a break from Kurt's moaning Puck heard a loud sound behind him. Ignoring it, he continued thrusting into his favorite place in the world before he heard it again. He clamped a hand over Kurt's mouth, motioning for him to shush. Kurt looked at him bewilderedly before understanding. With great regret Puck slipped out of Kurt's ass, Kurt moaning at the loss. Puck got up from the bed, his rock hard dick jutting out before him, the shaft and head still shining from a combination of his spit and Kurt's ass.
He took long, quiet strides to his bedroom door, the carpet beneath his feet snuffing the sound of his footsteps. Kurt looked over from the bed, the blanket he was just laying on now wrapped around his naked body. Puck tentatively reached out for the doorknob, gripped it in his sweaty palm, and in one motion turned it and swung the door open.
He heard Kurt gasp behind him as Sam Evans tumbled into the room, his pants around his ankles, his erect dick crowned by a small patch of light brown pubic hair visible beneath his Captain America t-shirt. He looked cowardly up to Puck, Puck's still erect dick bobbing over his blond hair threateningly.
"Evans! What the fuck?" Puck yelled, slamming his bedroom door.
"Sam! What are you doing here?" Kurt screamed, pulling the blanket tighter over his body.
"No, wait," Sam cried, scuttling towards the foot of the bed away from Puck's clenched fists and flaring nostrils. "I can explain." His pink, rock hard cock stuck out before him as Puck and Kurt awaited his explanation.
To be continued…
A/N: I wrote this because I really needed to write some smut before I went crazy. This has been haunting me for weeks, and I really wanted to write this while I was in the mood. ;P
Don't worry, the updates for Hocus Pocus and How Wonderful are written and need only a re-read before posting. I hope I'm not overwhelming you guys with my writing. Sometimes, I just get on a real streak and I can't stop.
Thanks for reading and reviewing!