Author's note: So here's the next addition. I still do not own anyone or any part of Glee. Also a big thanks to my friend Laura for suggesting what activity the boys should do together. Enjoy!

Tell Me What it Feels Like

Chapter 4: Call Me Noah

"This was your brilliant idea?" Kurt was clearly concerned, not only for his well-being, but for his clothing as well.

"Yeah, don't worry. You'll love it."

"Do I really have to put this on? It's so ugly."

"Kurt, sometimes we have to do things we don't like, so just put it on," he stepped behind the smaller boy and tugged at the straps until they felt tight and safe across his back.

"You just called me Kurt, not Hummel."

"It's your name, isn't it?"

"Well yes… oh never mind," he rolled his eyes and missed Puck's sigh of relief over his slip of the tongue.

"Do I have to wear all of these?"

"Do you want any bruises?" He thought about his flawless complexion and shook his head repeatedly, hurrying to put on the rest of his gear.

"And now all you need is this," Puck pulled a helmet out from behind his back.

"Are you trying to kill me?" Kurt's shocked expression sent a chill down Puck's spine.

Instead of answering he winked and secured his own helmet. The paintball gun felt cold and unfamiliar in Kurt's hands, but he was determined to at least try. He was barely given any warning before Puck tapped him on the shoulder and ran across the obstacle course; just begging to be chased. Luckily, these clumsy helmets hid the smiles painted on their faces. Kurt walked with uncertainty and jumped at any sound that resembled a *pop*. His nerves were clearly shaken when he felt a stinging sensation in his calf.

"Puck, what the hell?" his voice came out muffled, but clearly irritated.

"That's the game Hummel, now try pulling the trigger."

Kurt looked down at his gun, closed his eyes and pulled the trigger and he jumped when it finally went off. It wasn't painful and didn't take that much strength; it felt kind of empowering actually. He giggled and set out to find his anxious target. Kurt tip-toed around the field; holding in a giggle when he found himself behind Puck. Oblivious to the soprano's sneaking skills, Puck waited out the silence when he felt a pang of pain spread across his left butt cheek.

"Kurt, you asshole," he turned to hear a bout of victory giggles.

"Actually, I hit your butt cheek," His giggling continued. The lull in the game allowed for both players to take off their helmets; revealing Puck's angrily impressed expression.

"Does that mean I have won the game?"

Puck raised his gun at Kurt's chest in a playful manner, "I don't think so."

Kurt got a little nervous and pouted, "Hey, that's no fair. That's cheating." Puck bit his lip trying not to give into his cute pout.

"You better not Noah Puckerman," He hesitated at the use of his first name. Just as he was lowering the gun, his finger slipped and the next thing he knew Kurt was clutching his thigh and yelling at him. He ran to his side and let Kurt hobble and lean against him.

"You're such a jerk, I hate you," turns out the shot had gotten him right where the padding stopped.

"Kurt I didn't mean to. It just slipped. It can't hurt that bad."

Kurt shot him an angry glare and just like that Puck's bad-assness melted and Kurt felt himself being swooped into a pair of strong arms and carried to the truck.
"Puck, what are you doing?"

"Taking care of you," the answer struck Kurt blind and he just let it happen.

Back at the house, Kurt was set down on his bed, now stripped of all the padding and his thigh throbbed. Puck burst into the room with some ice in a zip lock, but instead of handing it to the boy in pain; he sat beside him and applied it directly to the affected area. Kurt gasped both in pain and because of the close contact. Puck's hand was merely inches from his groin and he could feel his breathing hitch as the ice numbed his thigh.

"Is that any better?" Puck's voice oozed with sentiment.

Kurt could only nod and try to contain his breathing.

"Puck."

"Yeah?" He moved the ice further down and Kurt gasped yet again.

"I didn't mean it."

"Didn't mean what?" His other occupied itself by rubbing the back of Kurt's knee.

"I don't hate you."

Puck's laughter distracted from his contact, "I know. You were just mad."

"Yeah, and it did hurt… does hurt."

"I would offer to kiss it better, but…yeah," he glanced up; a coy smile spreading across his lips; his pink, kissable lips. Kurt opened his mouth, but no words came out. So he did the next best thing; he grabbed Puck's hand and kissed it. It surprised the jock, but instead of pulling away he used his fingertips to trace Kurt's soft lips, blushing cheeks and smooth jaw line. He felt the smaller boy quiver underneath his touch and let the ice fall onto the bed. Leaning down he pressed his lips against Kurt's and bringing his leg over him until he was straddling the young soprano. Kurt groaned as he felt the pain in his leg increase.

"I'm sorry," barely above a whisper Puck spoke and leaned to his left.

"It's fine," the words were an afterthought of the bulge he felt growing in his pants.

Their lips clashed again before finally gathering a rhythm that satisfied them both. The friction between their hips and groins assured Kurt that he wasn't the only one rising to the occasion. Their kissing left the tender stage and ended up being a battle of dominance; Puck's experienced tongue gliding across Kurt's. Puck felt hands sliding up his back, underneath his shirt and he pulled away; only long enough to get rid of the distraction. Shirtless and panting, Puck sat over Kurt just looking over him; sizing him up without being crude.

"Why are we doing this?" Kurt gasped.

"I've always been curious, haven't you?" There was no answer but Puck felt himself being pulled back down onto the bed and his breath cut off by insistent lips. Buttons came undone and Kurt's shirt was kindly dismissed and their chests rubbed together. The flesh on flesh contact made them both groan and Kurt shuddered when Puck's fingers found a grasp around one of his pert nipples.

"Oh God," Kurt exclaimed as his nipple was then seized by Puck's hot mouth and he felt his tongue circling around the taut flesh. The other was paid the same special attention and Kurt squirmed under the larger boy's body. Puck's hands continued to travel lower until the sound of a zipper brought Kurt's eyes down to his jeans as he nodded in approval. Pants hit the floor and only boxers remained trying to separate the two boys. Grunting, the friction between their bodies increased until Kurt could barely contain himself. All he needed was Puck's palm pressing against him and he felt his body convulse and a flush spread across every inch of his pale skin. He opened his eyes and immediately felt embarrassed.

"I'm sorry," tears threatened to fall from his eyes, but he felt rough hands brushing them away.

"Don't be, that was amazing," Kurt took the initiative and let his own hand migrate towards the space between them. He pressed his hand against Puck, and gasped at the heat and the size beneath his palm. Puck's eyes closed and he grinded against the boy's hand. Kurt sped up his motions and squeezed with delicate pressure; enjoying the variety of faces he was pulling out of the self-proclaimed lady's man. A quake of pleasure drove through Puck's forearms and the muscles tightened from his chest to his stomach and Kurt knew he was close, so he grasped him once more and gently squeezed, bringing his assumption to life. Biting his lip, still with eyes closed, Puck gently shook and rode out his ecstasy before crumbling in Kurt's hand. The hot, sticky mess would've normally drove Kurt crazy, but he just didn't care anymore; not after what he'd just done. Rousing him from his thoughts, he felt Puck lean over him and a kiss to his forehead cooled the hot skin.

"So is this going to happen every time we're assigned a duet?" Kurt leaned on one elbow and eyed the jock with one eyebrow raised.

"Depends on the song," he laughed and kissed the boy's nose.

"Puck, you surprise me."

"Please call me Noah," the honesty in his eyes made Kurt smile.

"Okay. Noah," his hand traced his straight jaw line, "You surprise me."

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