A/N: This chapter has a little speech where Kurt talks motorcycles. I'm really sorry if I managed to screw it up, I was pretty much pasting from wikipedia. But hopefully it still works for those of you who actually know this stuff.

Freedom

Chapter 3 –

Puck looked at his watch. It was 5:30, which should be plenty of time to make his proposition to Kurt, and hopefully get an agreement. Walking outside, he saw Kurt sitting on the curb, apparently waiting fro Karofsky to return. As he approached, he realized too late that he should have left more time to actually shower after his workout, but it was too late for that now.

He nudged Kurt's hip with his foot, earning a glare from the diva. Puck just rolled his eyes as he sat next to him. "No, I didn't get any kind of dirt on your clothes, don't bother bitching at me, I won't do it again."

Kurt nodded and looked back to the road.

"It's only 5:30," said Puck. "He won't be back for at least another half hour."

Kurt looked up in surprise. "How did you…?"

"I overheard you two," shrugged Puck.

Kurt swallowed. "How much?"

"Just that you let him borrow your bike for the afternoon and that he didn't have to do what he originally offered." When Kurt relaxed a bit, Puck continued. "Thanks, by the way, on behalf of the rest of New Directions. I didn't need the protection, but I'm sure the others would appreciate a slushie free year."

Kurt released a soft snort, barely contained from a rude one. "Whatever. I promised my dad that I wouldn't exchange rides for favours, letting those favours help others makes me feel better about breaking my promise."

"How much longer are you accepting favours?" asked Puck, wondering how much longer he had to work up his nerve.

"When there's nothing good to trade anymore." Kurt glanced at him and shrugged, "Maybe Friday, I don't know. I had meant to stop today, but with what Karofsky offered I just couldn't help myself."

Puck nodded, realizing that he may have already lost his chance, but… he could still offer. Just not right now. After a few minutes of silence, Puck glanced around, and after seeing that his truck wasn't anywhere in sight, he turned back to Kurt.

"Think you could give me a free ride home?" he asked. "I usually don't mind walking, but I wasn't thinking and I worked my legs too much today in the gym." That was only partly true. He had his truck that day so he had wanted to work his legs hard, but Kurt didn't need to know any of that.

Kurt sighed. "I guess. Since I'm here, and hopefully my ride will be in perfect shape. God, if my dad finds out I let someone else borrow it he will kill me with the hatred he would otherwise reserve for my boyfriends should they ever hurt me."

That caught Puck off guard. "Boyfriends? You have more than one?" He tilted his head in confusion. "When did you even get one?"

Kurt giggled, causing a surprising temporary tightening of Puck's jeans. "Okay, future boyfriends. I'm not dating anyone, and with the way Blaine has acted I doubt I'll be with anyone before college. But my dad still reminds me that his shotgun is clean and ready to use at any time."

Puck swallowed, that was not a hurdle he was ready to try and clear. So… he changed the subject. "You said you had done research before you could get the bike, what all do you know about it?"

Kurt hummed in appreciation before spouting off the facts. "It has a liquid-cooled four-stroke, counter-balanced, parallel twin engine. Along with a redline of 11,000 rpm, and a torque of 30.86 foot-pounds of force at 8000 rpm. It can go zero to sixty in 3.76 seconds, untested by me of course, and has a top speed of about 110 mph, again, untested by me."

Puck had to spread his knees a bit and lean forward. For some reason he found that incredibly hot. Clearing his throat Puck nodded. "You really know your stuff, I'll give you that."

Kurt grinned. "Of course I know my stuff. The real difficulty is going to be when I need to fix it. I'm hoping that the general knowledge I have of this particular bike combined with my knowledge of fixing cars will make it easier to fix when needed."

Puck just nodded, trying to get "mini-me" under control.

They fell silent again, Kurt watching the road nervously, Puck breathing deeply trying to think of something to reign in his damn hormones. Finally, Karofsky pulled into the lot, the sight of him and the reminder of what he'd done to Kurt taking care of his hard-on.

Then Kurt hopped up, placing his perfectly shaped pert ass directly within Puck's line of sight. Puck groaned and carefully stood up, hoping he'd loose his erection while watching Karofsky return the bike.

Kurt ignored Karofsky as he dismounted, choosing instead to inspect every inch of his bike. He heard an amused snort and turned to Karofsky, taking the keys offered to him.

"I didn't hurt your bike, Hummel," he said, removing the helmet. "I even managed to not get pulled over weaving in and out of traffic. Thanks for letting me borrow it."

Kurt nodded. "Well, I'm glad. Hope you had a good time." He wanted to add more but held back in order to avoid questions from Puck.

Karofsky held out a ten dollar bill. "I did loose track of time, though, so I didn't have time to fill her up. Hope this covers it."

Kurt took the money, surprised. "Yeah, this is fine. I didn't even ask you to top her off anyway."

Shrugging, Karofsky put away his wallet. "Hey, I may have bullied you, but I know the etiquette of borrowing vehicles. You always top it off." He made to leave but turned back. "My original offer still stands, I'll do it if I ever need to borrow your bike again." He put up a hand to stop Kurt's protest. "Don't worry, I'm almost done with my own bike. Unless it's an emergency you're in the clear." Then he walked back into the school, presumably to get his things before going home.

Kurt turned to Puck. "You ready?" he asked, handing Puck the helmet Karofsky had recently relinquished.

Puck caught it, slipping it on as Kurt donned his own helmet. "Ready."

The helmet made it difficult for Kurt to really nod, but he put up the visor to talk to Puck. "I won't be able to hear you at all," he said, securing his bag to the back, "So if you need me to stop for any reason tap my hip twice." He then climbed on after Puck nodded in understanding. "And since I have no idea where you live tap me once on the appropriate side for the direction I should turn."

"Sure thing," said Puck, nervous already at the idea of holding onto Kurt's hips. He carefully climbed on behind Kurt, realizing too late that between the lack of a full sized passenger seat and the space taken by Kurt's bag, if he got a hard-on during this ride, there was no hiding it from the smaller boy.

Taking a deep breath, he thought about the fact that Karofsky had worn the helmet just before him. For some reason that seemed to work and he managed to keep his erection at bay.

Then Kurt started the engine. Puck let out a whimper, glad the sound of the engine, and Kurt's helmet, would prevent it from being heard. This was going to be one hell of a ride, and not in the good way.

Kurt kicked up the stand and revved the engine, leaning forward a bit more before pulling out of the lot. Puck, thankfully, was able to give the directional taps and soon they had reached a straight road, and even though Puck was less than three minutes away from home, he tapped Kurt's hip twice. Because they were passing a small grove of trees, and because Kurt had sped up a bit more, and because Puck had glanced down when Kurt leaned forward even more. But mostly, because Puck saw just a sliver of skin at Kurt's lower back as the jacket and t-shirt rode up at Kurt's movements.

When Kurt pulled over, Puck jumped off the bike before Kurt even had the kick stand down. He was already heading into the trees, calling "Gotta take a piss," over his shoulder as Kurt turned off the engine.

Puck was sure to hold back his moans, but it was hard. After all, in order to finish faster he had to picture a little more detail. Like, the feeling of the humming motorcycle, that probably felt the same as if Kurt were to hum while Puck's cock was in his mouth.

Biting the inside of his cheek, Puck tasted the metallic taste of blood as he came, shooting onto a tree. He took deep breaths, trying to recover quickly. He put himself away and returned, silently getting on the bike again.

He heard an annoyed sigh as Kurt started it up again and they drove off. Needless to say, Kurt gave him a deadly glare as he climbed off, not two minutes later, in front of his house.

Kurt flipped up his visor, yelling over the idling engine. "Next time go to the bathroom before we leave."

Puck just glared back. "How was I supposed to know the vibrations would weaken my bladder? I've never been on a bike before."

Shaking his head Kurt yelled, "See you tomorrow," before flipping his visor back down and heading home.

Puck watched, frowning. Hadn't he meant to give something in return? How the hell had he managed to forget? Why hadn't he followed through with his plan? Oh right, he didn't have a plan. How could he make a plan when he was too busy trying to stop himself from rolling head over heels as he fell for the lithe, slim, pale skinned…

Fuck! At this rate he's have to start using lube. He had to stop doing this to himself!

TBC...

A/N2: FYI, this will probably slow down as I write the Karofsky side fic, Liberty. At most I'll post one ch. of each a day, at the least, just one ch. from one story. I've tried predicting before though, and it rarely comes true.

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