Freedom

Chapter 6 –

The next day, Puck was the first of the gleeks to get to their unofficial lunch table, but he wasn't the first person. It was a little weird sitting at the same table as Karofsky.

Puck just mumbled, "S'up," as he sat and received a noncommittal grunt in return.

It was only a minute or so before other gleeks showed up. Some of them paused, but nobody said anything as they sat. Surprisingly, it was Finn who sat next to Karofsky, but no words were exchanged.

Kurt sat on Finn's other side across from Puck, giving nothing more than a grin to him. Puck smirked back, but also said nothing. Lunch continued much the same, everyone pretty much ignoring Karofsky, and about fifteen minutes before the end the former bully mumbled some goodbyes and left, pulling out his phone.

"Was that as weird to anybody else as it was to me?" asked Mercedes.

Kurt sighed. "Mercedes, it was your idea to invite him. Do you want to un-invite him?"

"No, I was just saying how weird it was."

"It probably wouldn't be so weird if we actually tried to include him in the conversation," pointed out Tina.

"He didn't really seem that interested in being included," added Artie. "Maybe we should just let him be and include him when he really wants it."

Puck shrugged, slouching a little in his seat, "I'm cool with that." The others agreed and the usual talk continued.

Puck was talking to Finn about football when he felt something against his leg. He ignored it until it happened again, and he glanced under the table. He immediately got… well, yeah, that was definitely Kurt's foot running along his leg.

Sitting up a little, Puck swallowed, glancing at Kurt. The countertenor wasn't looking at him, but Puck was positive that grin was for him. Because really, that grin was way too sexy to be a reaction to whatever Rachel was saying.

Clearing his throat, Puck turned to Finn. "I just remembered something I have to do," he said, interrupting whatever Finn was saying. "I'll see ya later." Then he was up and out of the cafeteria, without waiting for a reply, heading to the bathroom.

Kurt didn't say anything to Puck until the following Tuesday, and even then it was in a text. Same place? I'll drop Finn at home and meet you there. –K

Puck replied in the affirmative, immediately getting half hard just thinking about that afternoon.

After glee rehearsal he went straight to the clearing, then proceeded to jerk off once before Kurt got there. He knew that he wouldn't last otherwise, and since Kurt agreed that he was a sex shark Puck couldn't very well come before Kurt, that would just be embarrassing.

When Kurt showed up he barely had his helmet off before Puck was attached to his lips. Caught a little by surprise, Kurt started pulling away, until Puck licked along his bottom lip. Moaning, Kurt leaned into Puck, opening his mouth in permission.

As Puck explored the inside of Kurt's mouth the helmet was dropped, forgotten, and Kurt carefully began to dismount his bike. Just as his foot was about to clear the seat, Puck shifted, causing Kurt's foot to catch and he promptly fell over. Their lips tore apart as they stumbled towards the ground.

Realizing what was happening, Puck quickly grabbed Kurt around the waist, and moved so the lithe boy landed on top of him with minimal damage to his clothes. They stilled, Puck's arms around Kurt, and Kurt's hands on Puck's chest.

"Sorry," mumbled Puck, moving his hands to Kurt's hip planning to help him get up. "Are you okay?"

Kurt had yet to actually look at Puck. Instead he focused on a spot to the right of his head. Kurt nodded and mumbled, "I think so." Then he shifted, either to make sure he was okay or to get up, but froze, both boys moaning in pleasure. The movement had rubbed their covered erections together and Kurt found himself not wanting to get up.

After a minute of silence and no motion Puck gently put pressure on Kurt's hips, trying to push him up so they could get on with their little session. But Kurt shifted his hands to grasp Puck's shoulders and finally moved his gaze to Puck's face.

"Puck?"

Puck froze, hearing so much more than just his name asked. He studied Kurt's features for only a second before giving the slightest of nods.

After a moment of hesitation, the clearing filled with the moans of Kurt and Puck as the former moved his hips in a circular motion. Puck watched as the boy above him closed his eyes in pleasure and arousal. Not being able to hold off any longer and needing another taste, Puck leaned up, licking along Kurt's neck, up to his jaw and to his lips.

Kurt never opened his eyes, but he sighed into the kiss, moving his hands to the ground at either side of Puck's head for better support and leverage to continue his hips' fluid motion.

Carefully, Puck moved his hands up Kurt's sides, sliding under his shirt, needing to feel skin. As he moved up Kurt's back, he felt the wet heat of the smaller boy's tongue press into his mouth, running over his teeth before moving on to explore deeper. Clenching his hands to hold off the sudden need to come, Puck whimpered with the heady feeling Kurt's dominance caused in him.

Realizing a little belatedly that he didn't want to actually mark Kurt – at least not without his permission – Puck relaxed his hands on Kurt's back and slid them around to his chest. Just after he found the hard nubs of Kurt's nipples the countertenor pulled away.

"Noah," he gasped, before bighting his lower lip and doubling the speed of his hips.

After about thirty seconds Puck could tell that he was close, the familiar tightening in his lower stomach, the tingling in his balls. All it would take was the right coaxing from Kurt and he would blow. He thrust up, desperate for this to finish, wishing it would last forever, ignoring three words he hadn't even admitted to himself on his lips.

Kurt seemed to read his mind because his motions faltered for a second before he took a deep breath. "Do it," he said as he exhaled, "Come."

Then, probably for the first time in his life, Puck did exactly what a peer had told him to do. He shouted his release, Kurt's name on his lips, as he spilled into his boxers, body jerking.

He had barely come down from his high when he noticed that his body, despite the heat of his activities, was surprisingly cold. That's when he noticed Kurt, or rather his back, standing next to a tree, supported by a hand on the trunk. His body was shaking as he took multiple deep breaths, trying to recover.

Slowly Puck sat up. "Kurt?" he whispered, wanting to go to the boy but not trusting his legs, yet. "Are you okay?"

Kurt didn't verbally respond, he just turned, leaning his back against the tree. Puck could see his erection straining to get out of his pants and he couldn't help but smirk. He was about to offer help, but Kurt's next words stopped him.

"Puck, please."

His voice was strangled, desperate, but not in the way Puck originally expected. That was the point Puck realized how afraid Kurt was. He was obviously a virgin, educated, but still physically innocent. As much as Kurt enjoyed making out with Puck, he just wasn't ready to go any further, at least personally.

But hey, if getting Puck off made Kurt happy for now, Puck wouldn't be complaining. He just hoped Kurt would eventually let him return the favor. For now, as much as it pained him to say it, Puck would wait, he could wait, because… well… Kurt was worth it.

Finally able to trust his legs to hold him up, Puck got up and went to his truck, making sure to stand so it was between him and Kurt. Silently, he removed his shoes and jeans, tossing his now dirty boxers onto the floor of the passenger's side. As he slipped back into his jeans, loving the feel of going commando, he glanced over at Kurt.

The countertenor's breathing was a bit more under control and his hard-on didn't seem to be quite as prominent in his skinny jeans, which was definitely saying something.

As Puck slipped on his shoes, he cleared his throat, getting Kurt's attention. "I need to take my truck in for its inspection," he said. "Figured I could drop it off tomorrow after school. Would you mind taking me from the shop to my house?" Kurt had been expecting him to use his once a week ride, and this was the best excuse he could come up with, though he really wasn't sure why he thought he needed an excuse.

"Umm… yeah," said Kurt, voice still soft. "I, uh, yeah, I can do that." He straightened then, going over to his bike. He picked up his helmet, wiping off a spot of dirt before straddling his bike. He paused before putting his helmet on, though.

"Can we… can I…?" He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and asked his question, "Can we come here before I take you home?" Only once the question was mingling with the scent of evergreen in the air did Kurt open his eyes, a blush creeping up his neck.

Puck couldn't help but smirk, "Oh yeah," he said, climbing into his truck. "I have nothing against detours." Then he closed the door and started the engine. As he drove off he saw Kurt's look of relief just before his face disappeared into his helmet.

TBC...

A/N: You guys may get one more installment soon, BUT I have about three weeks of classes left for the semester and I am way behind on work I need to finish. I've procrastinated enough, but I've had this chapter finished for a day or two and wanted to give you something. I hope you enjoyed it. :)