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Chapter 3:

"He knew that you are watching him." Chad said with a nod of his head after Kurt told him what happened last night. They were both doing grocery shopping in an off campus grocery store four blocks away from the university. It was eleven o'clock in the morning on a Saturday which meant no classes for both of them and of course, no classes for that one person he'd been trying to avoid ever since he woke up.

Kurt sighed loudly. "He probably noticed it in the middle of," Kurt paused, trying to find the right words which would not sound obscene in a public place. "the act." He finished lamely.

His best friend just shrugged. "You probably made a lot of noise while you shifted on your bed and you didn't notice it." Chad said and Kurt thought that his best friend was right. "You got a boner didn't you?" Chad asked point blank. A middle aged woman in a huge shirt and sweatpants eyed them curiously. Kurt's eyes went wide as he grabbed Chad by the arm and manhandled him to the aisle with lesser shoppers. Chad was not into sugarcoating words. He was always straight to the point.

"God, Chad. Do you really have to ask that question?" Kurt asked as his cheeks flamed. He really did not have to answer Chad's question because his face was probably showing the answer right now.

"Well you got to admit. Puckerman is a walking wet dream. You don't have to be embarrassed or anything." Said Chad as he grabbed three bottles of vitamin water and dumped those in their grocery cart.

Kurt bit his lip. "He probably did that on purpose. Brazenly displaying himself. He was like taunting me because I'm the gay guy." He said and as the words came out, sadness washed over him. Was Puck cruel that way because he happened to have a gay guy for a roommate? Okay, that was a dumb speculation. Puck could and would never be homophobic. Two of Puck's best friends were gay.

"Uh no, not taunting." Chad said with a shake of his head as he studied the label of an energy drink. When he was contented with the label reading, he grabbed six bottles and tossed those over in the cart. "Probably seducing."

Kurt's mouth dropped open. "Seducing me?" He almost choked on the words. Whatever Puck did last night, it was not because Puck was trying to lure him in his bed. Whatever the reason was, he did not know. But of course, he wanted to know but he would not dare waltz in their room and ask Puck boldly. That was not him. And plus, he would not want to give Puck the satisfaction that he had affected him that night. That his body caught fire with those masculine moans and grunts Puck had produced. Blush colored his cheeks again. Puck's sex noises were hard to forget.

"If I were you. I'll get even." Chad said as he pushed the cart toward another aisle. Kurt followed suit. "Don't let him have the upper hand."

Get even? What was that supposed to mean? Did Chad want him to jerk off in front of Puck like what happened last night? Oh no, no freaking way. He was no prude but he would not do such thing.

"What do you mean get even?" Kurt asked as they passed the aisle of bread and bread spreads. He suddenly wished that dealing with Puck would be as easy as choosing the right kind of bread and what kind of spread that would go great with it.

Chad stopped in front of the bread spreads and perused the labels. "Make him salivate over you and when he pounces, deny him." Chad said as if the most obvious thing that he should do.

"You mean seduce him?" Kurt had a hard time getting out the words. He was no seductress.

Chad shook his head as he grabbed an orange marmalade. "Seducing is different because if the seducer is successful, he'll get some action from the one he seduced." Kurt was definitely lost. Chad was probably reading too many Psychology books in his free time. "What you're going to do is to tease him. Like what he did to you."

"Tease? But is it like the same with seduce?"

Chad shook his head again as he grabbed a peanut butter spread this time. "In teasing, Puck will just get blue balls but not bed action from you." Chad said as he contemplated between the peanut butter spread and the strawberry jam. "And you know how blue balls can bruise." Kurt suddenly wondered how Chad could talk about blue balls and choose bread spreads at the same time. But of course, his best friend was weird that way.

Kurt shook his head. "I'm not going to play games with him Chad." That was the truth. He was not good in those kinds of things and the fact that he was still a virgin was enough reason not to play that sexual game against an experienced player. He would surely lose in the end.

"It's your call Kurtie." Chad said as he pushed the cart again. They passed a young couple with a three year old kid and much to Kurt's horror, Chad added without batting an eyelash. "I need lubes and condoms by the way."

The couple obviously heard what Chad said and they glared at them. Kurt smiled at them apologetically as he pushed Chad to hurry up.

"You should buy some too. You'll never know." Chad said cheerfully.

Kurt loved his best friend. But he sometimes wanted to strangle him.

***!***

When Kurt entered their room, he was expecting Puck to be out because the latter had been blasting zombies in his PlayStation since he left for the groceries that morning. It was already two in the afternoon and Puck might be out to get some food or hang out with his football buddies.

He was wrong.

On the floor beside his bed, Puck was doing crunches. He was just wearing a basketball shorts and nothing else. The bastard was sweating and Kurt could see the perspiration traveling from his amazing pectorals down to his washboard abs. Puck's tanned skin highlighted the muscles of his body and Kurt did not fail to notice that. Was Puck on his little game again? Kurt shook his head. Puck was just doing exercise. He was reading too much in it.

Kurt breathed deeply and walked to his side of the room and dropped the grocery bags on his bed. He could not let Puck affect him. He was here to study and not play games with a guy with the most amazing abs he'd seen in a long time.

"How do you that?"

Kurt was startled when Puck spoke but he remained calm. He slowly turned around to face Puck who was now currently standing and wiping the sweat off his body. That gesture brought back the memory of last night when Puck had wiped the semen off his abs. Oookay Kurt, DO NOT think about it. Kurt cleared his throat. It was a good thing Puck could not read minds.

"Do what exactly?" He asked in a flat tone. He wanted to add bitchiness in the question but that was all he could manage right now.

"Wear those skinny jeans." Puck said as he pointed at him. "It looked like they were painted on. Do you have to get help to wear those?"

Kurt scowled. "It's not that hard to wear. Why do you ask?" Really, Puck was starting to mystify him.

Puck shrugged. "Nothing." He said. "I just ask that to distract you while I check out your legs." Puck added without skipping a beat.

Kurt swallowed hard. "You are checking me out?" Blush colored his cheeks. Damn, he was such an easy blusher and with the smug look on Puck's face, the bastard clearly triumphed on whatever game he had on his mind.

Puck smirked. The smirk which made him looked like a bad boy but that kind of bad boy whom you want to chain you to bed and marked you as his own. Crap, that was a really perverted thought but Kurt could not help it. Puck's smirk was so sexy that it made him think those things.

"Not you, just your legs. I'm a legs man." Puck answered. He did not even stutter. Kurt did not know whether to feel flattered or disappointed. Puck was about to say something again but someone knocked on their door. Puck opened it and a petite brunet waltzed in and looped an arm around Puck's neck. Without further ado, Puck leaned down and gave the brunet a slow searing kiss. Kurt turned his gaze down and concentrated on the grocery bags. He did not want to witness any brazen display from Puck again. And if those two were going to fuck, he was so out of here.

"I thought we're going out?" Kurt heard the brunet asked. The brunet reminded him of him. They were the same height, the same built but he was slimmer. However, the brunet, unlike him, was tanned. He would never get a tan even his life was depended on it. He would just burn.

"Patience baby." Puck said huskily and Kurt risked a glance at the couple. Puck was now nipping on the brunet's exposed shoulder. Kurt gritted his teeth. Puck was on his game again.

Kurt stood up and prepared to leave. "I have to go." He said not to them but to himself. He was about to turn the knob when Puck called.

"Hey Kurt, stay. We're going out anyway." Kurt turned around and to his relief, the brunet was not attached to Puck anymore. "I'll just take a shower and then we'll leave. You're out the whole morning. It's time for you to have the room by yourself."

Kurt contemplated between going out and staying. If he went out, it was like he was giving Puck every chance to win every little game he played with him. If he stayed, what if the two continued their making out? He was not sure if he could handle it. But then, so what if those two made out? He really did not care. He and Puck were not even friends anyway. He then decided to stay.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." He muttered as his hand left the knob and he went back to his bed. He glanced at the brunet who was currently perusing Puck's collection of novels. It was the first time Kurt saw the paperbacks which were arranged in the customized shelf on top of Puck's bed. Kurt knew some of the titles, some were bestsellers and Kurt could not help but admire Puck. He only knew few people who loved reading books. And most of them were intellectual types.

"He's an eye candy isn't he?" The brunet asked, snapping Kurt out of his reverie. Kurt looked at the brunet who was now sitting on Puck's bed. Puck was now in the showers. Kurt watched as the brunet crossed his legs. "What do you think?"

"Yeah." Kurt said. There was no need to lie. Puck, like what Chad had described, was a walking wet dream.

"You should have snagged him for yourself honey." The brunet said with a smile.

"He's not my type." Kurt said in a low tone.

The brunet raised an eyebrow at him then let out a short laugh. "I don't believe you."

Kurt did not say anything. He somehow did not believe himself too. The brunet continued to watch him with interested eyes. It was not interested as in 'I like you,' it was the kind of interest a kid gave a particular animal in the zoo. Kurt shifted uncomfortably on the bed.

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened. Kurt immediately thought of Puck walking out naked but Puck did not go out, instead, he called out to the brunet.

"Hey babe, want to join me?" Puck asked. The brunet happily obliged.

Kurt shook his head. Puck was on his little game again.

***!***

It was already nine in the evening when Puck came back to the dorm from Tony's off campus apartment. After the dinner with the brunet, he ditched him and went instead to Tony's for a round of Call of Duty and Maxxie's famous double chocolate brownie. Now he knew why Tony was doing second rounds on the bench press. Maxxie was a god in the kitchen.

Puck was still high on chocolates and he wanted to just lie in bed and read the new novel he bought but thoughts of his bed and book were thrown out of the window when his eyes landed on Kurt who was currently standing on a stool and arranging his school books on the shelf. It was not Kurt in chores who distracted him but the clothes Kurt was wearing, if you called them clothes anyway because Kurt looked almost half naked in them. Kurt was wearing a snug fitting tank top and a pair of black short shorts. The shorts showed Kurt's lower bum and it accentuated Kurt's long shapely legs.

Puck swallowed hard at the sight. Kurt looked so damn good. He watched as Kurt stood on his tiptoes to reach the higher part of the shelf and for an instant, Puck was scared that Kurt might fall so he took a step closer. And true as he what he thought, when Kurt planted his feet again on the stool, the stool rattled and Kurt lost his balance. Puck was not a running back for nothing so he rushed to Kurt and caught him before he landed on his wonderful ass. Puck carried Kurt bridal style.

"Oh crap." Kurt said as he grabbed a fistful of Puck's shirt. Puck noticed that Kurt's cheeks were bright red. "That was close."

"Yeah, you should be careful next time." Puck said breathlessly. Kurt felt so soft against him and to think, the brunet was just inches away from him. He could smell Kurt's perfume. It smelled like watermelons and he felt lightheaded. Kurt's lips looked inviting as well. Those lips were like begging to be bitten.

"Uh Puck, you can put me down now." Kurt said and Puck snapped out of his thoughts, smiled sheepishly as he gently lowered Kurt on the floor. Kurt muttered thanks and Puck reluctantly went back to his side of the room. He sat on his bed and untied his sneakers. He looked up again at Kurt and his eyes went wide.

Kurt's back was on to him and the brunet was stripping off his tank top slowly, almost sensually, like he was doing a show for Puck. After Kurt pulled off the top, he tossed it to his bed and then he started stripping down his shorts.

Okay Puckerman, you can stop looking now. Puck scolded himself but Kurt was like a magnet and he was drawn to him. Oh fuck. He was half hard now. Kurt fully stripped his shorts and all that was left was his underwear.

His black lacy underwear. Holy mother of all the holy.

Kurt looked over his shoulder and smirked at him then he sauntered to the bathroom with a slight sway of his hips. Puck had a raging hard on now.

It was clear as day. Kurt was paying him back for what he did last night.

Puck bit his lower lip. Game is on.

To be continued.

All mistakes are mine.