Title: You Could Save me
Author: Fatebegins (http:// fatebegins .livejournal .com/)
Rating: NC-17 / M
Pairing: Puck/Kurt (Purt/Puckurt).
Summary: Puck is a bodyguard who takes on a privileged client. Sparks of all kinds fly.
Disclaimer: No Glee don't belong to me or to fatebegins, this history is not mine! But I have permission to post it here! (The original post: http:// fatebegins .livejournal .com/15730 .html )
Warning: AU, violence, angst
Review? Please? *puppy eyes*
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"Just please don't embarrass me today." Kurt pleaded. "I don't think I'm in the mood for public humiliation."
"Embarrass you? How the hell would I do that, I'm just going to shadow you. That's it." Puck scoffed, looking out the window at the blur of the city passing by them. "If anything, I should be the one who'd be embarrassed."
"Just…" Kurt trailed off, his eyes catching on the silent man next to Puck. Almost too beautiful, with pouty lips and cloudy grey eyes, Matt Dallas, martial arts expert and known simply just as Dallas to the team, was studying Kurt. Kurt could tell. It wasn't anything overt and it sure as hell wasn't sexual, it was more like what Kurt used to do when he saw an interesting bug in the garden. He would stare, unblinkingly, just watching and waiting to see what the insect would do next. Kurt shifted; he had the feeling that Dallas shared Puck's sentiments about 'rich brats'. "Just don't." He finally finished.
"We're here to keep you safe." Dallas spoke up and Puck looked at him, surprised. His friend rarely spoke to anyone outside of their team. "You have our word that we won't embarrass or humiliate you."
Hmm. That was unexpected. Kurt nodded his thanks and settled back for the rest of the car ride.
When they got to the main campus Kurt could see Quinn, bundled up in a tan knee length jacket, rushing up to the sidewalk before the vehicle even came to a full stop. He sighed; he had hoped to avoid too many questions today.
"Kurt!" She chided, flinging the door open before his chauffer, Don, could even get out of the driver's seat. "I've been calling you all morning! What exactly happened at the party that made you so upset?"
"Nothing," Kurt flushed, he could feel Puck's interested gaze on him. "My allergies were acting up. I decided to call it a night."
"It didn't seem that way to me! You were cr-"
"Quinn." Kurt broke in sweetly. "These are my bodyguards, Noah and Dallas." The two men nodded in the blonde's direction politely. Both men were dressed in black pants, shirts and army boots.
"Bodyguards?" Quinn's mouth formed a red 'oh' of surprise. "Why do you need them for?"
"The threats at Dad's job," Kurt replied. "See you, Don!" He waved his driver away and hoisted his bag over his shoulder. "My dad is taking them very seriously."
"I can see that." Quinn looked at the two men again and then lowered her voice. "These guys are smoking hot Kurtie, you lucked out. I wouldn't mind having them follow me around all day."
"Yeah, sure." Kurt swallowed dryly.
"Hey, Kurt!" Kurt turned around and groaned inwardly. Finn was threading his way through the crowd of people on the sidewalk, coming towards them determinedly. "Dude, what was up with you the other night?"
"Nothing, okay?" Kurt pressed his lips together, his patience was wearing thin each time Puck gave him a smug look. "Absolutely nothing. Can we just go to class, Quinn?"
"Sure, Kurtie." Quinn nodded hesitantly, placing a hand on Kurt's arm. "I'll call you later, Finn."
Puck tensed next to him suddenly and Kurt gave him a perplexed look.
"Is something wrong, Noah?" He looked around, suddenly aware that they were standing in an open public space surrounded by strangers and any of them could be one of his father's enemies. Unconsciously, he moved closer to Puck's side. "Did you see something?"
"I just think we need to stay on schedule." Puck's voice was hard. "So say goodbye."
"Oh…okay." Kurt let himself drift back over to Quinn. "Bye, Finn."
Finn looked from Kurt to Puck, his face showing mild confusion but he backed off with a smile and a wave. "You're still coming out this weekend right?"
"What's this weekend?" Quinn turned to him, tucking a long strand of highlighted blonde hair behind her ears.
"My Halloween party," Finn looked at Puck appraisingly. "I guess you could come along. Kurt….Who are these guys? Your new buff friends?"
"They're-" Kurt began.
"Something like that." Dallas responded, straightening to his full height. "You should get used to us, we'll be here awhile."
"Right." Finn backed away. "I'll see you this weekend, Kurt."
"Sure." Kurt said.
"How is it that you know about my boyfriend's Halloween party and I'm completely clueless?" Quinn made a sound of displeasure. "What am I doing wrong? It's like he has no interest in me."
"It's just a stupid party, Quinn." Kurt began walking and she followed head bent down. "I'm sure he just thought he told you."
"He tells you everything." She retorted.
"Well," Kurt felt his cheeks heat up to a dull red. "It's guy stuff, I guess."
"As long as it's not gay stuff," Quinn laughed and Kurt struggled to join her. "You're right. I'm over reacting. I always am."
"Shouldn't you be saying your goodbyes as well?" Puck interrupted icily. "It's imperative we remain on schedule. That we're at our designated locations at the correct times."
"We have the same class." Quinn said pointedly when Puck shot her a look. "And our schedules are basically identical, so I hope you're not getting sick of me already." She unloaded the three textbooks she had been carrying into Puck's hands. "Could you carry these? My arms hurt." She didn't wait for an answer, striding ahead and pulling Kurt behind her.
Kurt grinned to himself looking back at Puck. Puck looked put out at Quinn's high handedness and his eyes were alight with annoyance.
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The teacher droned on and on about some designer who had changed the use of fabrics through innovation of a silk loom and Puck died a little more inside. This was his fourth day accompanying Kurt to his classes. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take. The military should really look into using Professor's Bennett's lectures as a method of torture. Puck could envision it; tying up a prisoner and forcing them to listen to this shit. The guy would crack in thirty minutes, tops. Puck chuckled softly at his own genius.
Kurt heard the noise next to him and looked up from his note taking to smile briefly at him. Puck didn't return the sentiment and looked away swiftly. Kurt's smiles had suddenly started coming frequently. They had a weird effect on him. Made him feel…strange inside.
The past couple of days had been odd. Essentially knowing that the threats against the Hummel's weren't serious yet still going through the motions as if they were, left Puck feeling listless. He'd had nothing better to do but observe Kurt for the past couple of days. He'd found out the kid was sincere in everything he did, that his favorite class was music theory, which wasn't even needed for his major, that he served soup at Elijah's Promise, a soup kitchen, every Wednesday night, loved musicals and that he disliked clothing that wasn't tight and tailored. Okay, maybe Puck had decided the last bit on his own, but it was literally pure torture walking behind Kurt every single day while the kid pranced around in various tight jeans. Kurt's ass was toned and firm and just begged Puck to touch it.
A man could only take so much.
"Noah." Kurt whispered his name and Puck looked at him reluctantly. Dallas had stopped accompanying them after the first visit so Puck had no one to speak to but Kurt.
"Yeah?"
"We can leave early today, if you want. I've covered this stuff before and she doesn't take attendance or anything."
"Why?"
"I can tell that this class is like torture for you." Kurt gave him a dimpled smile. "I'm offering you a reprieve."
"Again, why?"
Kurt gave a small frown. "Look, I know we didn't get off to the greatest start-"
"We didn't get off, alright." The comment was out before Puck could stop himself.
"Right," Kurt looked uncomfortable and smiled uneasily. "But I figured, we have more than three months left why not at least try and be friends?"
He looked sincere. Puck could tell. Kurt had this earnest expression, his face tilted slightly to the left as he chewed on his bottom lip nervously. It was amazing how much Puck could read Kurt's expressions after only spending five days in his company. "Okay, fine."
"To leaving early or being friends?"
"To leaving early," Puck responded. "I have enough friends."
Kurt nodded and gathered up his things, not meeting Puck's eyes again. They left the room as quietly as they could manage but considering they had to climb over four seated students to reach the end of the aisle, how well they managed to do so was debatable.
"So," Puck said when they were out the door. "We're heading back to your place or what?"
"No." Kurt shook his head. "You should really have checked my schedule, bodygaurd. I have class again in two hours."
"Then what are we supposed to do?" He knew they should have just stayed in the lecture hall.
"Get some lunch with me." Kurt smiled up at him mischievously. "You may have enough friends, but I am sorely lacking." He took off down the hall, practically skipping and Puck had no choice but to follow him.
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"Well?" Kurt watched as Puck took a tentative sip of the hot chocolate, his nose twitching at the whipped cream and caramel bumping against his lips. "It's good?"
"Too much sugar," Puck made a face and Kurt laughed taking a sip of his own blended coffee and hot chocolate. "But I guess it's passable."
"This is my favorite place." Kurt explained shyly. "The owners, Rob and Stacy, are the nicest people I've ever met and their hot drinks are amazing, all made from scratch. The food is wonderful as well."
Puck couldn't argue with that. His chicken and broccoli pasta had been superb, the parmesan sauce delicate and not overdone; the vegetables crisp. It was the kind of place a person felt at home in, the venue a bit dark and rundown but the atmosphere was warm. Puck studied Kurt. The other man's eyes were closed in pleasure as he savored his hot drink. Puck would have never guessed that Kurt would eat at a place like this; he had expected Kurt to drag him to a pretentious five star restaurant that charged a hundred and twenty five dollars for a goat cheese salad.
"What?" Kurt had opened his eyes to find Puck staring at him, his expression unreadable.
"I didn't expect you to bring me here." Puck admitted. "You kind of surprised me."
"I'm full of surprises." Kurt flushed a warm pink.
"I can see that." Puck loved that about him, the way Kurt's pale skin changed color so easily and gave away his emotions. They sat in silence for a few moments. "So it's just you and the old man, huh?"
Kurt nodded. "My mother died when I was six, it's been just us ever since."
"I'm sorry for your loss." Puck said apologetically. He really was sorry. He knew what it felt like to lose some one precious. He thought back to Kurt's journal a small part of him aching when he thought of Kurt lying on the ground to smell his mother's perfume.
"It's okay…I hardly remember her so it's easier on me than it is on him." Kurt toyed with his glass, shifting it in his hands. "I think that's why he went overboard on you guys, my Dad is really scared of losing me. I'm all he has left."
Puck knew that, hell, they were banking on that very same fear. It was obvious that Burt would do anything, pay anything to make sure his only child was safe.
"He can be strict," Kurt continued. "But I know he's only that way because he cares."
"I noticed," Puck commented. "He keeps you on a pretty short leash."
"He's gotten better. When I was still in prep school he would drive me too the academy and pick me up, no matter what. The other kids would laugh and call me 'daddy's baby' but I never minded. I liked spending that time with my Dad. I still do." He took a long sip of his hot drink. "Artie only sees his dad through Skype once a week."
"That's cold." Puck knew what it felt like not to have a father.
"It is." Kurt agreed. "It makes me treasure the fact that my Dad cares enough to want to know where I am and who I'm with."
"I guess you are one of the lucky ones." Puck thought for a moment. "That night, in the Hamptons then…?"
"I was going to meet up with Artie that night but …uh… Quinn was going to the party with Finn and she didn't want to go alone so I volunteered to keep her company. I usually hate those kind of things…I mean, you know what goes on there. It's just not my scene."
Puck thought about the journal entry, he could see the scrawled words clearly in his mind. Finn made Kurt feel 'hot and cold' all at once; made him 'shiver'. "But you decided to go because you were such a good friend?" The last word ended on a sneer and Kurt looked at him with startled eyes.
"Yes." He said. "Finn makes a habit of leaving Quinn by herself and in that setting…it's not good for her, she…uh…she had some problems with 'party favors' in the past."
"No shit."
"Don't say that." Kurt's tone was adamant. "Quinn is a good person, she may get mixed up and turned around sometimes but she's my friend."
"I won't rag on your girl." Puck was both surprised and proud that Kurt had stuck up for his friend. He knew that the younger man was still wary of him so it had taken guts. "Point taken."
Kurt smiled. "Thank you."
"So this Halloween party on Friday…?"
"It's sort of like a tradition. Each year one family hosts, I guess this year it's the Hudson's, or more specifically Finn." Kurt looked down at his drink. "So, I guess one of you will have to come with me?" Puck didn't answer. "If you're tired of being around me you could always get Dallas or Chad to do it right? I don't want to make your life miserable."
Puck shrugged and downed the rest of his syrupy drink, watching Kurt do the same in cautious sips from across the table. Kurt reached for the check as he stood up, Puck mirrored his action, unfolding his long limbs from behind the booth and rising to his feet.
"I'll just go pay this." Kurt murmured, slipping on his Dolce and Gabbanna leather jacket and long, brown cashmere scarf. Puck stopped him, catching his wrist deftly.
"You have some…" Puck motioned to Kurt's lips and watched as Kurt wiped every part of his mouth except for the corner that was topped with cream. "Let me." Puck's voice came out low and husky. He brought his hand up to Kurt's face, his thumb sweeping over Kurt's soft lips, gathering the white froth. Without thinking he brought his hand back to his own mouth, his tongue snaking out to lick the cream from his thumb. Kurt watched the action, his pupils dilating as he unconsciously moved closer to the older man, drawn by the heat in his gaze.
Puck watched him through hooded eyes, he could taste the sugar on his tongue and knew from experience that Kurt tasted even better. It was like Puck was in a trance. Despite knowing he was on the job, and despite having all the reasons why kissing Kurt would be a horrible idea playing in his mind, Puck lowered his head slowly.
Kurt peered up at Puck through his dark lashes, mesmerized as his gray eyes came into focus. He let out a soft gasp when Puck's hand encircled his waist drawing him even closer. Kurt felt like he was in a dream. Their lips met and Kurt couldn't stop the small, needy sound that escaped him, his hands flying up to grip Puck's sleeves helplessly as he returned the kiss. Puck's lips were hard and soft at the same time, slanting over Kurt's mouth insistently while his long fingers stroked up Kurt's back to tangle in his hair.
Puck drank in Kurt's sighs, sliding his tongue inside the warm, wet cavern to map out Kurt's mouth and to chase his sweet, addictive taste. His fingers tightened in Kurt's hair, angling his head to deepen the kiss, holding the trembling man still as he plundered his mouth.
A group of teenagers entered the store and immediately burst into excited giggles. Puck stiffened and pulled away, pushing Kurt back. He stared down at the younger man incredulously. What had just happened?
"Noah, it's okay-"
"That can never happen again." Puck ground out. What the hell had he been thinking?
"But I'm alright with it." Kurt insisted. "We're both adults, if we want to be toge-"
"Don't flatter yourself." Puck yanked on his coat. "I didn't realize I was that hard up for it." Kurt flinched. "I'll go out tonight and blow off some steam."
"Blow off some steam?" Kurt echoed, his voice sounding hurt. "You mean go fuck some random guy?"
"I mean blow off some steam."
"How about Tripp? You two seemed to be enjoying yourselves last week." Kurt dug out a fifty dollar bill and placed it on their table. His hands were shaking and he shoved them into his pockets before Puck could notice.
"Tripp? Was that his name?" Puck rubbed his jaw, contemplating. "Maybe I'll give him a call, Do you have his number?"
"Why?"
"So I can get a repeat performance obviously."
"No I mean why? Why are you always so nice to me at first? You did the same thing at the party. You pretended like you actually cared about what I was saying. You pretend like you're actually listening and then…" He stopped, frustrated and shaking his head. "The truth was you didn't even care enough to remember my name. At the party, I told you my name while we were sitting on the couch. You said it was a beautiful name… but when we went outside you….you didn't even know it."
"Look," Puck sighed. "If you want an apology, I can't give you one." He took out a pack of cigarettes, lit one as they walked out of the restaurant. "I'm not sure what the fuck it is you want."
"I want honesty."
"Fine," Puck stopped at the corner, watching the cars fly by, their colors a blur against the pavement. "Honestly, this is who I am. You can't 'fix me' or 'reform me' or what ever the fuck you think. It's not an act and there is no heart of gold underneath. I like guys. I like to fuck guys." He paused, blowing out smoke. "I'm not looking for a relationship and if I was, it sure as hell wouldn't be with some rich brat who's still wet behind the ears."
Kurt sucked in a sharp breath but said nothing.
There was nothing left to say.
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"I'll go if you don't wanna." Chad kept his gaze on the television, pressing buttons furiously on the x box controller. "I haven't been to a rager in while."
"It's a Halloween party, for a bunch of prissy eighteen year olds....I doubt it'll be a rager."
Chad shrugged. "Doesn't matter, I'll still do it."
Puck considered this then shook his head. "No. I'm the primary and it's a public venue, you're not trained for that. I'll be the best choice."
"That and you probably want to see Ritchie in his costume." Chad snickered. He'd taken to calling Kurt Ritchie after the film Ritchie Rich.
"Fuck you." Puck shot back but didn't bother denying the accusation. He was genuinely curious about Kurt's costume as he'd been there while Quinn had taken Kurt's measurements. The blond had arrived with yards and yards of black leather. Puck would be lying if he said it didn't heat his blood up to think of Kurt dressed completely in sexy, black leather. Of course, he would never say that out loud.
"You wish." Chad kept on playing. "But just a heads up, if you're supposed to hate Richie? Try not looking at the guy like you want to devour him."
Puck threw a pillow at his head and got up. "I'll leave you to get your ass kicked by some eight year old in China."
"Halo is legit and these kids are serious." Chad complained. "I swear, it's unreal."
"You're unreal." Katie sauntered into the room. "I just saw Kurt, he looks terrible; what'd you do to the poor kid?"
"He asked for the truth." Puck shrugged. "I gave it to him. I guess he didn't take it too well."
"I bet you were a real asshole to him." Katie accused. "Anyone can see the way he idolizes you. I actually thought you two were starting to hit it off, you know, get along and all that. You don't have to be so rough on his feelings-"
"I think I'm going to have to agree with techie on this one." Chad threw down his controller, his character lay dead on the screen. "Ritchie doesn't seem like a bad guy or anything. He may be a rich kid but he's got guts and a wicked sense of humor."
"Did he tell you that blonde joke, the one with the burning building?" Katie rocked back on her heels excitedly. "I think I laughed for days!"
"It was high-larious."
"He's so cute.' Katie mused like Kurt was some kind of small puppy she would like to carry around in her purse.
"Plenty of cute guys around here." Puck said crossly.
"There's plenty of ass in this city. I can understand if you don't want to stick to just one guy." Chad told Puck sagely. "Point is Puck, go easy on his feelings."
"Who cares about his feelings? Whatever he thinks he feels for me is some childish crush. The guy's known me for a week." Puck looked at Katie and Chad angrily. "Did you two forget the entire purpose of this job?"
Chad opened his mouth but then shut it, his head bowing like a chastised child.
"Of course we didn't." Katie said quietly. "We want Aidan back just as much as you do."
"Then fucking act like it." Puck stormed out of the room, kicking Chad's game controller against the wall spitefully on his way out. It broke into pieces with a sickening crash..
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Puck was in a foul mood. His run in with Chad and Katie had left a sour taste in his mouth. He was tired of this job and he wanted it to be over already. Puck wanted the money safely deposited in his account and Aidan back in his arms. He gritted his teeth. That was the only person he would ever love, he reminded himself, Aidan.
"Holy Shit," Chad let out a low whistle, his gaze fixed somewhere behind Puck's head. "Your dad would never approve of that."
"Good thing he's out of town then." Kurt's voice was light - flirty.
Puck turned around and did a double take. Kurt was standing at the door, dressed in sinfully tight leather pants and knee length black boots. Pucks eyes moved up, stunned. Kurt's leather shirt dipped nearly to the navel, exposing a thick strip of Kurt's pale skin.
Puck swallowed disbelievingly. "What the fuck are you supposed to be, a hooker?"
"I'm Cat Woman." Kurt scowled.
"Or a slutty cat." Chad piped in helpfully. Puck couldn't help but notice that his gaze hadn't moved from Kurt's body during the entire exchange. Kurt grinned at Chad and Puck was suddenly filled with the inexplicable urge to punch Chad in his smiling face.
"Wow." Katie grinned.. "You look amazing."
"You look like a whore." Puck lashed out. "Is Halloween just an excuse to be half naked?"
"It's the one day a year that guys can dress like complete sluts and whore and get away with it." Chad recited. He chuckled at Puck's angry look. 'It's a line from 'Mean Girls', haven't you ever seen it?"
"And this is hardly half naked." Kurt shrugged. "Cat or whore, whichever, it has the same desired effect." He smiled at Katie and held out a stick of black kohl. "Could you draw on my whiskers please?"
"With pleasure." Katie said, carefully drawing the black lines across Kurt's cheeks all the while gushing about how hot Kurt looked and how all the guys would go crazy for him. Puck could have cheerfully choked her to death.
"Bad Kitty." Mike snarked, passing by the room.
"Thanks." Kurt grinned, beaming.
Puck had had enough. "Let's go."
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It was dark, the lights low and the bass hot and heavy. Puck leaned against the wall, his eyes at half mast and blazing with fury as they focused in on the makeshift dance floor. Kurt was moving to the beat, all hips and ass, eyes closed, sandwiched in between two guys.
The blond, who was behind him, let his hand drift experimentally down Kurt's side and he smiled, teeth gleaming white in the dim light when Kurt didn't react negatively to the movement. Puck fists tightened.
He knew what Kurt was doing, what the kid was trying to prove. Ever since they had walked into the crowded house, guys had swarmed all over the younger man. Kurt had sent him sideways glances, his blue eyes taunting but Puck hadn't reacted. Now, two hours later, his nerves were wearing thin.
Kurt had been dancing with those assholes for the past ten minutes. Puck was just itching for an excuse to rearrange their faces. Manhattan pretty boys - it was obvious that Kurt needed a man to keep him in line.
Brunette guy moved in closer, fingers catching on Kurt's hips and sliding down, urging Kurt's leg up and around his waist. Kurt eyes opened on a surprised gasp, he obviously hadn't been expecting his dance partner to be so bold. Kurt's blue eyes collided with Puck's and he pushed off the wall, shoving people out of his way until he was directly behind Brunette guy..
Puck's murderous glance instantly caused blonde guy to back away, releasing Kurt immediately, a half formed apologetic smile on his face. Brunette guy wasn't so fortunate.
"Hands off." Puck growled out. He knew the instant the other man heard him. His back stiffened and he turned around.
"What? Find another dance partner, mate," He spoke with a lilting accent, dismissing Puck with an arrogant glare. "this one's taken."
"I said, get your fucking hands off." Puck spun him back around. "Or did I stutter?"
"What the fuck is your problem?' The guy was obviously high, his pupils dilated to insane proportions but Puck couldn't bring himself to care. All he saw was his hands on Kurt's body. Puck drew back his fist.
"Stop!" Kurt came between them. "Brent, just go alright?" The British guy fumed for a few moments but eventually walked off. Kurt rounded on Puck. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Attacking my friends?"
"You," Puck growled. "Are coming with me." He yanked Kurt's arm roughly, ignoring his pained gasp as he dragged him up the stairs and into a vacant bathroom.
Kurt looked at him warily. Puck turned him around, forcing him over to the sink.
"Isn't this what you fucking wanted?" Puck crowded in on him from behind, his hands rough on Kurt's hips, his touch bruising. "A reaction?" He bit Kurt's neck and the younger man let out a moan of pleasure and pain.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Don't you?" Puck rubbed his jaw into the hollow of Kurt's neck, absorbing his shivers as his hands quickly unlaced the ties of Kurt's leather pants. "Wearing this fucking costume and putting your ass on display; dancing with those guys in front of me." Puck shifted his hips forward, pressing his hard cock against Kurt's ass, moving him forward until the edge of the sink dug into his thighs. "I think you wanted to drive me crazy. Piss me off."
Kurt shook his head. "No." He panted. Puck's fingers were now delving inside his open slacks, lifting out and gripping his cock firmly, his fingers skating across the swollen flesh.
"No?" Puck's voice was soft, mocking. "I think the answer is yes." He jerked Kurt off in smooth motions, rocking his hips forward; delighting in every pained moaned that left Kurt's lips. Puck watched Kurt's face in the mirror. Kurt's eyes were closed and his pale skin flushed a vibrant pink, his mouth twisting as he struggled to temper his sounds. "I think you wanted me to get so mad that I would fuck you." Puck twisted his wrist expertly, squeezing Kurt's cock and flicking the head teasingly.
Kurt gasped, dropping his head back against Puck's chest as he shuddered through the pleasure and gripped the porcelain sides of the sink. The cold felt good against his hands. "I w-wanted you to...ah... want me." He felt intoxicated, his blood beating heavy through his veins. He could hear the bass and music from the party below and knew that only a door separated them from a room filled with people. The thought turned him on unbearably. For a split second he wished the door wasn't there and that they could all see. That Tripp could see them together.
Puck didn't answer; instead he focused on making Kurt come all over the fancy sink. Puck curled his fingers around the base of Kurt's shaft, stroking steadily from base to tip on the hot flesh, wringing moans and curses from Kurt's parted lips.
"Oh...yeah...yes." Kurt bit his lip, tasting blood as his back arched and he came. Shooting ropes of come across the decorative soaps and down the drain. "Noah…." He twisted, seeking Puck's mouth, body still shaking and Puck stroking him through his aftershocks.
The kid was fucking brilliant, blue diamond eyes and kiss swollen lips. Puck forgot what he was supposed to be doing and gave in to temptation, bringing his mouth down on Kurt's. Kurt moaned appreciatively, bringing one hand up behind him to wrap around Puck's neck, his tongue stroking in, tasting Puck's unique flavor.
Kurt loved having Puck's mouth on him, loved the way Puck kissed him like he needed him like the air he breathed. Kurt's body thrummed with pleasure as he undulated against the other man's hard body; rubbing his ass against Puck's stiff length.
Kurt wanted this. He wanted it now. Despite the cutting remarks and sharp looks, Kurt knew...he just knew that there was something between them. Something that could be so special and great if Noah would just give him a chance-
"You've got to let me go." Puck breathed against his mouth. Kurt was dimly aware of Puck's hands, tucking him back into his pants and lacing the front back up.
"But..." Kurt responded by stroking his tongue across Puck's mouth teasingly.
"We've got to get back before we're missed." Puck gave a grim smile and began to disentangle himself from Kurt's clinging arms.
"You're still hard." Kurt flushed, licking his lips. "I...I wanna suck your cock." He blushed. Maybe Artie was right. Honesty was the way to go.
They both watched Puck's eyes turn black in the mirror.
Puck took a steadying breath, trying to calm the rush of blood to his head. It felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest.
Kurt pushed his hips back against Puck's front. "Please?"
Puck stepped away determinedly. "Get on your knees." Maybe it wasn't too late to achieve his original purpose.
Kurt sank down gracefully, obeying, his legs hitting the carpeted floor as he looked up into Puck's lust blown eyes. He'd never done this before, was suddenly unsure, but he felt like he needed to feel the weight of Puck in his mouth, to drink his essence and know his taste. Kurt wanted an affirmation; he wanted the same closeness hat Puck had shared with others so freely.
"This what you wanted?" Puck dragged his zipper down slowly, the grating noise ringing loudly in the silent room. "This why you did all that?"
"Yeah." Kurt licked his lips and nodded slowly, staring up at him. "I bet you taste so good."
"That's all I wanted to hear." Puck moved away, yanking up his zipper, still hard and painfully aching. "I'm your bodyguard Kurt. I get paid to hang around you, I don't do it because I want to. You're a great piece of ass, I'll give you that." Puck looked down at him, his perusing gaze insulting. "But don't think you can manipulate me."
The door shut with a loud bang and Puck left without another word.
Kurt felt sick, momentarily stunned, unable to move.
Shit. He wiped a stray tear away and got to his feet.
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