Freedom

Chapter 8 –

They were silent as they ate the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches while watching the sunset. Kurt ate more of the peppers, something Puck had expected, but still ate half the provided sandwiches, something Puck hadn't expected. In fact, when he reached for the last half he was surprised to see that it was gone.

He looked up at Kurt, eyebrows raised, and all he got in return was a triumphant smirk. He just laughed and grabbed the strawberries instead. When Kurt had finished the last sandwich Puck made sure to keep the fruit out of reach. That is, until Kurt launched himself at the jock, knocking him onto his back.

Puck stilled, arm still out, but the strawberries were already half forgotten. Instead, all of his focus was on the body half on top of him. His cologne or body spray, or whatever smell-good stuff he used, was wearing off and Puck could smell something that he knew only belonged to Kurt. It was different than all the natural girl smells he'd experienced. It was so much more male, and yet, the smell of peanut butter just seemed to make Kurt all that more innocent and childish. But as much as the thought scared Puck, there was no denying that the pure and natural male scent coming off of Kurt was turning him on, a lot.

Kurt had one hand on Puck's chest as an anchor as he reached with his other hand. Their chests were barely touching and their hips were nowhere near each other. However, Kurt paused in confusion when he noticed that Puck wasn't moving anymore.

He looked down at the jock, confused. When he saw that Puck's face was a little flushed and he noticed his faster breathing, he slowly moved his gaze downward. He let out a little, "Oh," as he saw the unmistakable tent in Puck's pants. He looked back at Puck's face, blushing and slowly brought his hand back, so he had both on his chest. "Dessert first?" he whispered.

Kurt didn't mean to imply that he hadn't instantly gotten hard at the sight of Puck's arousal, but the moon wasn't quite out yet and he wanted to really see Puck in its light.

When Puck nodded, Kurt carefully relaxed onto his side, Puck's free hand going around his shoulders. It was as Puck was opening up the strawberries with one hand that Kurt realized that they were actually sort of snuggling, and that he really liked it.

Puck let out a huff as he finally managed to get to the berries. He kept them on the opposite side as Kurt but pulled one out to hand to the boy. He noticed Kurt bite his lip a second before opening up his mouth. Puck tried holding back his laugh, grinning as he carefully moved the fruit towards Kurt's mouth. He had meant to just hand it to him, but it would probably work in his favor if he fed Kurt at least a few strawberries.

As Kurt bit into it, Puck couldn't help himself and let go, leaving the strawberry sticking out of his mouth. That earned him a glare as Kurt took the strawberry away himself. Puck just let his grin morph into a slightly evil smile as he got his own strawberry.

Puck continued to hand the berries to Kurt, his arms being just short enough he couldn't easily reach. After they were halfway through Puck decided to, well, experiment. The next time he held up a strawberry he held it touching Kurt's lips. Kurt raised an eyebrow, suspicious.

"I won't leave you hanging," chuckled Puck.

Still looking suspicious, Kurt slowly opened his mouth, accepting the small red fruit. Puck swallowed, feeling his erection – it hadn't actually diminished since before – press painfully into the zipper of his jeans. Unfortunately, he realized a little late that this might not be the greatest of his ideas.

Deciding he might as well continue with his original plan, Puck took the half eaten strawberry and bit into himself, finishing it off and tossing the leaves away. He didn't look at Kurt until he heard the soft intake of breath. Puck was experienced enough to know, without looking away from his face, that Kurt was definitely turned on.

He just grinned his evil grin grabbed another strawberry. He went back and forth between sharing a piece and just handing Kurt a whole one, but when there was only one left, he stopped, knowing he had to stop procrastinating as well.

It was time. He had to tell Kurt the truth, or at least most of it. Clearing his throat Puck shifted, not getting up, but knowing they should probably not be in a horizontal position for this. Eye contact was good, right?

"Kurt?" he whispered, voice a little hoarse.

Kurt paused but slowly sat up, looking at Puck's face. "Yeah?"

Puck moved so he was leaning on his elbows now, still looking up at Kurt. "There's something I really need to tell you. Something I probably should have said sooner."

Kurt bit his lip and looked away. "I know," he said.

Puck took a deep breath, ready to continue, then Kurt's words sunk in. "Wait, what?"

Kurt looked back, his eyes a little misty. "I know that you've given me so much already," he continued, explaining. "You've come here every day for more than three weeks just so I could make out with you. And even though I'm supposed to give you a ride once a week I can't, now that the weather's getting colder." He paused in his rambling, taking a calming breath that didn't really work. "It's just, I don't want you to think that I'm ungrateful. I am. I'm so grateful. But I really don't know what else to give you."

Puck put a hand on Kurt's knee, finally catching up to his words. "Stop it, Kurt," he said firmly.

Only when Kurt was looking him in the eyes did he continue. "That's not even close to what I was going to say."

Kurt frowned slightly in confusion. "But wasn't all of this just to tell me that you weren't going to keep coming here unless I gave you something more in return?"

Puck thought a moment before shrugging. "Yes and no." When Kurt looked even more confused he sat up a bit more, facing him straight on. "You need to remember that I was the one to first bring you here."

He put a hand on Kurt's cheek, watching the boy's eyes close a second in longing. He waited until their eyes were locked once again, before stating slowly and clearly, "This has never been about the bike, Kurt." The countertenor's eyes widened in surprise, but Puck kept going. "I don't care if you never give me a ride again. I don't care if we never move past making out and you getting me off." He took a deep breath, "Okay, I do, but I don't care how long it takes. I just want you, Kurt."

They remained silent, only their breaths making a soft sound in the twilight air. Finally, Kurt spoke, so quiet that if there had been a breeze Puck wouldn't have heard.

"So does that mean you…"

"…Want to date you? Yes."

"But that would mean you're…"

"…Gay? Nope."

That caught Kurt off guard. He frowned. "Puck, if you like another guy, that means you're gay."

Puck shook his head, grinning. "I don't like 'another guy,' I like you."

"That still means you're gay."

"For you. I'm gay for you, Kurt. I've never fantasized about messing up the sheets with Finn."

Kurt's eyes widened at what that implied. Puck's thought about sleeping with me? He couldn't stop the whimper that escaped his throat after that thought. After a minute of staring Kurt finally spoke. "I can't agree with you on that, Puck," he said, voice still a little weak, "But I'll never mention it again, on one condition."

Puck pretended to think about it before nodding.

"The minute you feel any kind of sexual attraction to another man," Kurt emphasized some of his words with a jab to Puck's chest, not letting the muscles distract him, "I want you to admit that you're gay. You don't have to say it to anyone but me. Even if it's ten years from now and we haven't spoken since graduation, I want you to figure out how to contact me and admit to me that you're gay."

With a raised eyebrow Puck waited, wondering if Kurt was finished. When Kurt just stared, expecting an answer, Puck obliged. "Deal. But it's never gonna happen."

Kurt glared, "Oh, we'll see about that."

"What are you going to do? Take me to a gay strip club and see if I react? Sorry Kurt, but all that would accomplish is me jumping your bones because I'd be imagining your face on all those guys, which I don't think would count for our little deal."

Kurt just stared in shock. Did Puck have any idea what he was implying? Of course he does, Kurt told himself, he's a freakin' sex shark! He knows what he's talking about!

Puck just chuckled. "Relax, Kurt. It's not like I'm gonna do anything right now."

Kurt blushed and looked away. He had to bite his lip to keep the 'I wish you would' from escaping. There was a reason he hadn't allowed Puck to return the favor of getting him off. And not being ready to go that far was part of it. But the other part had just been negated. Puck did actually want him, this wasn't just a favor to Kurt.

Carefully, Kurt turned and relaxed into Puck's side again, staring at the sky where the stars and moon had finally come out. If Puck really was doing this because he actually liked Kurt, and not just because he felt obligated or pitied him, then could he go further? Could he allow himself to get more intimate with Puck?

Before he could answer his own question, Puck broke the silence.

"Do you want the last strawberry?"

Kurt looked over and grinned. "Sure," he said softly. When it looked like Puck was going to feed it to him again he opened his mouth. When he bit down he closed his eyes and hummed. Maybe it was coincidence, maybe it was mental, but Kurt could have sworn that he had never tasted a strawberry as sweet as this one.

He finished chewing and opened his eyes as he swallowed. Surprised to find Puck staring at his lips, pure lust on his face. Slowly, Kurt licked his lips, nervous, almost afraid of the intensity of Puck's gaze.

The small motion seemed to stir Puck to action. Carefully, he brought up the small piece of strawberry and traced Kurt's lips with it. Having a feint idea of what he was up to, Kurt held his tongue, not allowing himself to lick his newly, fruit moistened lips.

Tossing the fruit away Puck leaned forward, licking his own lips in anticipation. When he was less than an inch away he paused, looking up at Kurt as if to ask permission. All Kurt could do was whimper, and he hated how desperate he sounded, but forgot very quickly as Puck's lips touched his own.

It was in the moment that Puck ran his tongue over Kurt's lips, asking permission, and Kurt giving it, that Kurt answered his earlier question. God yes! As he came to this realization he also admitted that he didn't want to wait much longer. So he pushed Puck back onto the blanket, into the same position as so many different times before. Only this time he straddled Puck's hips while palming the jock's erection through his jeans.

Eventually, Kurt knew that Puck must have gotten every single inch of strawberry flavor out of his mouth and pulled back. Puck looked up at him and groaned, hands going to Kurt's slim hips.

Kurt grinned and slowly opened up Puck's jeans, never breaking eye contact. "So is this a date?" he asked, his voice husky with arousal.

Puck could only nod, swallowing audibly.

With Puck's jeans open, Kurt carefully took the jock's rock hard cock in his hand, giving it the slightest tug. "Isn't there a rule about putting out on the first date?"

That coaxed a loud laugh out of Puck, but it quickly turned into a moan as Kurt moved his hand, slowly increasing speed towards a rough hand job, just the way Puck liked it.

Kurt watched his hand moving up and down the shaft for a minute before looking back at Puck and leaning down to kiss him. Puck opened his mouth in encouragement, moving his hands to Kurt's neck and back, practically holding him down.

Surprisingly it wasn't long before Puck pulled away, gasping, trying to get himself back in control. Kurt smirked, feeling a little evil. First he ran his other hand up under Puck's shirt, moving the fabric out of the way. Then, very slowly, he kissed his way down Puck's jaw, to his neck, and finally landed on a tight little nipple.

Puck let out a shout of surprise, and Kurt had mercy on him, stopping his hand on his cock and lightly squeezing the base. Though Kurt never stopped his attentions on the small bud, he waited until Puck's breathing slowed a little before resuming the movement of his hand and moving to the other, abandoned bud.

Soon Puck was moaning, hands still on Kurt's head. His back was slightly curved and Kurt knew he was close by the quiet whimpers the jock always denied he made. Knowing this was his last chance, he implemented part two of his evil plan and started to kiss his way down Puck's abdomen. Puck was so overcome with pleasure that he didn't know what was happening until he felt Kurt's warm breath on his aching cock.

He tightened his hand in Kurt's hair, trying to stop him. "You don't–," but he was cut off when Kurt kissed him.

The kiss would have been considered chaste had it been almost anywhere else on Puck's body. But it wasn't anywhere else, it was on the very tip of his cock, right over the slit. If the touch wasn't enough to push him over the edge, the sight of Kurt licking the pre-come off his lips would have. As it was, the instinctive swipe of the tongue over kiss-swollen lips – fucking coated in pre-come – just caused Puck's climax to be even more powerful.

Puck shouted his release, his repeated chant of 'yes' being interrupted every now and then with Kurt's name. The arch of his back almost rivalled whatever Kurt might be able to do. The climax was so powerful that he could have fallen asleep immediately as soon as his body relaxed. But as he came down from his high, he heard the rasp of a zipper. It took him a while, but as the haze cleared, he realized it hadn't been his zipper, and just like that he was alert again.

TBC...