I am so sorry I left you hanging for so long, especially after the ending of the previous chapter.
My only excuse - well it's GleeDay and I'm sorry, but that takes priority!
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Warnings - M/M sexual themes. Don't like? - Why are you reading this story then? - Shoo, shoo! :)
Disclaimer - I don't own Glee or it's characters, I'm only borrowing them for my own amusement.
Gasping for breath and seeing the black desire in his eyes, Kurt barely heard it when Puck said 'That' before diving back in for another kiss.
Kurt stirred slightly, slowly awakening from the best sleep he'd ever probably had. Opening his eyes and promptly closing them against the bright light, he was confused. The morning sun didn't hit his bed – he'd arranged it purposely so that it wouldn't. Becoming more aware of his surroundings, he was further surprised to find that he was sprawled across the couch in his room. Remembering the previous night, Kurt became worried - Puck was missing.
Sitting up quickly and looking around for the mohawked teen, Kurt began to panic. Last night had been the most incredible experience of his life. He could vividly recall the heated impromptu make-out session on this very couch, hell his lips still felt kiss swollen. So where was Puck? Is he having a big gay freak-out? I pushed it too far; Kurt thought miserably dropping his head in his hands. He didn't know what had come over him, he felt as though Puck had sucked his common sense out of him with that first kiss.
Groaning slightly, Kurt could now remember that at one point he'd straddled the boy and in an effort to get closer had ground against him. It felt like an explosion had burst through his veins when their clothed erections had come into contact, so he'd done it again, and again, and Oh Sweet Versace! Puck had actually whispered into his ear 'slow down Princess'. But Kurt's hormones had long since shot out of the gate and he was long past having rational thoughts.
I did take it too far, and now he's probably freaking the fuck out Kurt thought dejectedly. He was trying to remember what had happened after, but the only thing he could remember was Puck pulling him down so they were both laying on the couch. Kurt tucked under one of Pucks arms as they traded slow, tender kisses. He didn't even remember falling asleep. Was Puck still there when he did – or did he sneak out afterwards?
Kurt was feeling humiliated, and that humiliation turned into anger. He was the one who started it! His brain shouted at him. But Kurt knew that was no excuse, the guy was probably just confused, and he felt that he'd taken advantage of that. Dad and Finn were right. I do push myself onto straight guys.
Lifting his head he tried to deliberate. Should I call him? Is he going to kill me? It was then that he saw a bright pink sticky note that had been stuck to the cover of the Lord of the Rings book. Picking it up with slight trepidation, Kurt could not stop the huge grin from breaking out on his face as he read the short note.
Making Breakfast – Noah
Seeing a small heart drawn underneath Kurt felt his own thump wildly in his chest. With shaking fingers, he placed the note into the book, marking the page Puck had stopped at. Never again would he read that book without thinking back on this moment. Grinning, Kurt skipped to the bathroom to get rid of his morning breath before making his way upstairs.
Upstairs in the kitchen, Noah stood in nothing but a pair of cut-off jeans and white apron that read; Faites avec amour. Currently standing by the counter with flour smudged on his nose, bopping and singing along to Tina Turner's 'Simply the Best' playing from the radio as he continued making something that Kurt couldn't see. Kurt had frozen in the doorway, the sight before him was enough to make him pause, but he was also slightly apprehensive. He'd never done this before, he didn't know whether he should just pretend last night never happened or whether he should walk up and kiss him.
He didn't know what he expected to happen this morning, well to be honest, he wasn't really thinking of much at all except the heat from Puck's body and the feel of his lips last night. Even if he had, he doubted that this scenario would have ever popped into his mind. It all felt strangely domesticated. Watching as Puck picked up a wooden spoon to use as a microphone to belt out the final 'Simply the Best', Kurt couldn't help but giggle. Puck whipped around, the familiar blush rising to his cheeks.
"Good morning" Kurt said with a shy smile.
Bounding forwards and grabbing the slender teen, Puck proceeded to take Kurt's breath away with a kiss that left his toes curling and body responding.
"Now it is" Puck whispered huskily.
Kurt, still in Puck's embrace, placed his palms flat against the hard muscles of Puck's chest. Looking down through his lashes, he spoke tentatively –
"I, I wasn't sure, I mean, I didn't know whether." Taking a deep breath, Kurt tried again, "I didn't know how you would react. I'm a little confused" he admitted.
Nodding his head in understanding, Puck led Kurt to the counter and sat him on a stool. Stepping around the bench he continued working the dough that was there, mainly so he would have something to do with his hands.
"I figured as much – honestly Kurt, I don't really know what to tell you. After you fell asleep last night, I laid awake thinking for ages. I don't really understand it either, but, I don't know – after yesterday I just – I felt insanely attracted to you. I was struggling all evening not to just jump you" he admitted.
"But then, with the ice-cream and your lips – I just couldn't stop myself. I'm really sorry if I pushed you, I totally didn't mean too. But, man, I'm not sorry I kissed you – cause the making out, it was really hot!"
Kurt started laughing; catching sight of the hurt look on Puck's face he hastened to explain. "No! No, it's just, that was exactly what I was thinking before I came up. Before I saw your note, I thought you must have just skipped out. I thought I had been the one pushing you. Because, well – because you stopped me last night" he added bashfully and looking a little guilty.
It was Puck's turn to laugh "Trust me Kurt, there was no forcing me at all." Then he added more seriously, "I stopped you for two reasons. One, I needed to be sure, two, I needed you to be sure." Indicating around the kitchen he continued, "That's why I'm making breakfast, I thought it would, you know, give us both a chance to talk and work things out."
Kurt was highly surprised at the maturity the mohawked teen was displaying, but after the events of yesterday he realised he should have known not to make assumptions, because this boy in front of him, he was defying all of Kurt's pre-conceived notions of him. Wanting the chance to metaphorically catch his breath, he changed the subject to a much lighter one.
"So, what's for breakfast?"
Appreciating the change in topic before he made a fool out of himself further, Puck grinned. "Baked feta and spinach omelette, it's in the oven and should be ready in a few minutes."
Indicating to where Puck had rolled out ropes of dough and was now braiding them Kurt asked "What are you doing here?""
"It's Challah bread, I'm just braiding it to make the loaf. It won't be ready for a while yet, but I think you'll like it. Plus, it just helps to calm my nerves."
Shocked that his ex-tormentor had just admitted he was nervous, Kurt took comfort from the realisation that this was new to Puck too, both were on unfamiliar territory. Watching as Puck brushed egg wash over the loaf Kurt heard the oven timer go off. Grabbing plates and cutlery he quickly set the table and poured each a glass of juice as Puck transferred the loaf to the oven and took the egg dish out.
Once they'd both sat down, Kurt took his first bite of the omelette Puck had made and let out another sinful moan.
"Oh My God Noah! This is delicious!" Scooping up another forkful he added, "You could become a professional chef."
Puck was staring at Kurt with a small smile on his face. "I like it when you call me Noah," he blurted out, blush staining his face yet again.
"Then Noah it is, honestly, I prefer it to Puck" Kurt replied with a smile. "But seriously, this food is amazing!"
"Nah," Puck shook his head, "I like cooking and all, it's really relaxing, but I want to be a paramedic, maybe have a band to play with on weekends." He added nonchalantly.
Kurt was shocked; never would he have guessed that particular career choice for Puck. But oddly enough, now that he'd said it, Kurt could see it very clearly.
"So, what about you, are you a Big Broadway Star or Fashion Designer in your future?"
"It'd be nice to think so," smiled Kurt, "but honestly, I don't really know just yet. There are so many things that I want to do, it's hard to just pick one. Broadway, Fashion, writing, teaching - I just, I'm trying to keep my options open for a bit longer before getting too invested into something."
"Teach?" Puck questioned, at Kurt's nod he added with a grin, "Well, whatever you end up doing, you will rock it. After all, you're Kurt Hummel."
For the rest of the meal, questions flowed back and forth as they got to know the real person behind their respective facades. Both had discovered yesterday that they were both huge nerds and spent 15 minutes debating whether Spiderman was better than the Green Lantern.
Kurt learned that Puck not only played the guitar, but he'd also learnt piano and surprisingly, the clarinet. While Puck in turn learnt that Kurt had a huge penchant for old horror movies. Both felt the need to step up into the adult role in their homes – Puck because his mother worked so hard and such long hours and Kurt because of his father's bad health and juvenile eating habits.
One thing that surprised Puck the most was when Kurt admitted that he loved swimming and would often spend a couple of hours each day out in the pool during the warmer months.
"But you're so pale!" Puck exclaimed disbelievingly, "no offense," he added hastily, "it's just, hard to picture is all."
After the meal was cleaned up and the Challah bread was taken out of the oven to cool, Puck suggested "Well, I've still got to clean your pool, I think now is your chance to prove me wrong oh Aquaman" he teased.
While Kurt went downstairs to change, Puck went out to get his supplies from his truck. Setting up at the pool out back, he turned quickly when he heard Kurt's musical laughter.
"You're still wearing the apron" he giggled.
Blushing, Puck looked down to see, yep, it was still on. Removing it and handing it over to Kurt he asked "What did it say, on the apron?"
"Made with love" Kurt replied shyly. "I brought it for my Mum the Christmas before she died." He added.
Puck opened his mouth to apologise for once again intruding on his dead mother, but Kurt shook his head and smiled, "It's okay Noah. So, what are you going to do first?"
Over the next half hour, Puck explained the processes of what he was doing. Kurt sitting on a pool chair watching shirtless jock was feeling flutters again, not only in his stomach, but also a little lower down. Feeling brave-ish, he stepped over to where Puck was kneeling beside the water to checking the Ph balances.
"You know," he whispered across the jocks neck lowly, "you never did tell me what it is that you decided." Dancing his fingers lightly across the shaven sides of Puck's scalp he asked, "So, are you sure?"
Watching the slight shuddering that his actions had elicited from the other teen with a smug sense of accomplishment, Kurt stood and removed his t-shirt leaving himself only in his very short shorts. Leaning down again and gently licking the shell of Puck's ear he breathed "Because I am," before taking a graceful dive into the water.
Swimming over to the opposite side from Puck, Kurt leant against the pool wall and watched the lust spread from Puck's eyes to the rest of his face. Without warning the jock had dived into the pool quickly and surfaced in front of Kurt, crashing his lips against the smaller teen in a breathtaking kiss. His hands gripping Kurt's slim hips tightly that Kurt was sure he would have perfect fingerprint bruises.
Finding the idea of being marked so possessively an incredible turn on, Kurt pulled away from the kiss with a deep moan, and tilting his head and exposing his neck in invitation, he started placing hot kisses to the underside of Puck's jaw, trailing down his neck. Reaching Puck's prominent Adam's apple, Kurt gently nibbled and licked back up to his mouth, sealing them both in passionate kiss, both tongues fighting for dominance.
Kurt lifted his legs to wrap around Puck's waist, bringing their erections together. Kurt shivered at the delicious friction he felt from the action and let out a breathy gasp as Puck's hands immediately found their way to his arse holding him tight. Kurt threw his head back as he rocked back and forth trying to create more desperately needed friction.
Seeing Kurt's neck exposed so temptingly for the second time, Puck leant forwards and bit down hard at the juncture where neck met shoulder. Hearing Kurt's keening, he gently soothed the area with his tongue, then proceeded to lavish his collarbone with gentle nips and sucked as many hickeys onto the pale skin as he could.
Kurt, clutching at the spares hairs on Puck's head, brought his head forward and pressed hot open-mouth kisses near his ear. Breathlessly he asked "What do you want Noah?"
Licking a stripe up the jaw to Puck's ear he continued "Do you want me?"
Puck grabbed Kurt's arse tighter than before pulling him closer so he could feel how hard he was, resting his forehead in the hollow of Kurt's neck he nodded.
"Do you want to fuck me?" Kurt asked in a husky voice.
Unable to respond with words, Puck whined as he all but humped Kurt against the wall of the pool.
Biting the lobe of Puck's ear gently, Kurt whispered "What are you waiting for?"
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