Chapter Nine

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Summary: Will the proud music teacher eventually find love with the beautiful kindergarten teacher or will he forever come second to the football coach? This isn't very M but, to be safe, I'll leave it at that.

Disclaimer: None of these characters belongs to me except for any OCs found wandering. I own nothing save for this computer.


"Noah, Noah, wait! Wh-what are we doing?" Kurt's breathy voice, the wide, lust-blown eyes, even the hands gripping his ass all brought Noah suddenly and unwelcomingly back down to earth with a bump. He moved away and stared first at Kurt's mouth and then up into his eyes.

"Uh, ah, I don't… know?"

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Kurt stared at the other man and then, straightening his tee-shirt that had got a little rucked up during their brief mauling session, he glared at Noah and marched past him straight through to the kitchen. It was a good thing he'd turned everything off or it might have all burned because of his stupid inability to keep his damn hands to himself!

He fumed as he paused in the kitchen, waiting for Noah to join him. He glanced over his shoulder at the other man's dazed expression and then he relented, a soft sigh leaving his lips.

He pointed to a cupboard and said, "You can find vases in there, I'll take the wine."

Noah silently handed over the wine as he moved around the still-familiar kitchen. Despite its new look, the location of the cupboards hadn't changed and he quickly found the perfect vase for his bouquet.

Kurt smiled briefly at him as he placed the wine in the fridge and took out the chilled one that was waiting for them.

"Look, Noah, I'm sorry – about… y'know," he shrugged childishly as he turned his eyes away from Noah's gaze. "I shouldn't have jumped you like that."

Noah relaxed slightly, glad that Kurt wasn't really angry with him and he rubbed one hand down the back of his neck as he shrugged. It was unfortunate that Kurt turned just at that moment and saw the way his Henley stretched across his chest with the movement. There was no way he could misinterpret the hungry look in Kurt's eyes as he stared at him and he cleared his throat, watching the blush flood Kurt's cheeks as he realised he'd been caught.

Kurt grinned and shrugged. "What can I I'm just a horny little devil, okay?"

Noah found himself chuckling and shrugged, too. "Oh, I don't really mind. It's me, the man-whore, remember?"

Kurt frowned as his eyes flew to Noah's. "Don't, Noah, I know you're not that man anymore. I think you left 'Puck' in the dust some time ago."

He pointed to another cupboard near Noah's head and ordered, "Get two of those plates down for me, will you? I'll plate the food and then you'll handle the wine. Good?"

Kurt was in bossy mode and Noah would chew off his arm before admitting how sexy he found that. He swallowed as he turned to his assigned task, taking a quick moment to adjust his junk and sighed with relief when he realised Kurt hadn't seen him doing so. He quickly handed over the plates, took up the bottle and opened the drawer in which he remembered he would find a corkscrew.

In no time at all they were chowing down on Kurt's amazing chicken stir fry, the rice fluffy and still hot, complemented by the slightly fruity white wine. There was no small talk apart from Noah's appreciative hums and a compliment or two on Kurt's cooking.

Finally, when the first edge of their hunger had been sated, they sat back, Kurt fiddling with his wine glass while trying not to stare at Noah, and Noah indulging in seconds. The tension between them had layers upon layers and every time Kurt's eyes met Noah's, he looked away, licking his lips or chewing thoughtfully.

Noah eventually closed his knife and fork and Kurt looked up from his contemplation of the straw-colored liquid in his wine glass. "Had enough?" His voice was soft, almost indulgent and then at Noah's nod it hardened slightly. "Come, help me clear up and then we'll talk."

They rose, cleaned up the kitchen, Kurt placing the leftover rice in the fridge and then headed through to the living room. Noah couldn't help but remember the last time they'd sat on that couch together and heaved a disappointed sigh when Kurt curled himself up in what used to be Burt's armchair. Instead of sitting on the couch, however, Noah planted himself on the coffee table smack dab in front of Kurt, ignoring the other man's widening eyes.

"Okay, here it is: I've been an ass and I want to apologize!" He stared at Kurt, his heart hammering as he waited for his response.

Kurt frowned, set his wine glass aside and wrapped both arms around his drawn up legs, Noah doing his best not to ogle them. "What, that's it? Okay, if you say so, but you need to tell me why, Noah."

As Noah opened his mouth to reply, Kurt barreled on. "I mean, I thought we had – no, I KNOW we have something here – but then, somehow, yesterday, you froze me out. You need to tell me why."

The hard look in the blue eyes made Noah grimace and he dropped his head, his hand coming up in his signature nervous move to rub the back of his neck. He sighed loudly and then looked back up at Kurt, sadness warring with embarrassment.

"Finn…"

Kurt's eyes widened again and his mouth rounded in a very tempting 'o' of surprise. "Finn, what has Finn to do with us, for crying out loud, Noah?!" He lowered his feet to the floor and grasped the arms of the chair as if he were holding himself back from smacking the man in front of him. His eyes blazed a brilliant blue green and if anyone had wanted a picture of an avenging angel, Noah thought Kurt would make the perfect model.

"Okay, okay, relax, sheesh! I meant that, Finn came by my classroom yesterday and, and… uh, how do I say this…" he muttered, dropping his chin to his chest so he wouldn't have to look at Kurt.

"Just spit it out, Noah, I'm not going to slap you although I'm sorely tempted," Kurt grinned ferociously as Noah's eyes widened in a childishly apprehensive expression. Kurt's lips tightened and he tried not to smile as he was reminded of some of his kids when they'd done something and thought he would be mad at them. "Well, what did my clown of a stepbrother say to you?"

Noah subconsciously relaxed at Kurt's description of Finn and then he continued, frowning. "He started out by trying to find out if you'd made me uncomfortable at dinner on Sunday, and at the concert, too."

Kurt frowned, puzzled. "Uncomfortable, how?"

Noah rolled his eyes. "He thought that because you're attracted to me and we shared the blanket that, with me being straight, I'd be uncomfortable." He raised his hands palm outward to stave off Kurt's protest. "I know, babe, I told him I hadn't been uncomfortable but then he hinted that… that…"

When he wound down without finishing the sentence, Kurt frowned at him, still puzzled. "What did he hint, Noah? I can't imagine what that buffoon was getting at, so tell me."

Noah realized the next bit was going to be touch and go, given Kurt's legendary temper which, admittedly, he'd only heard about so he braced himself while saying softly, "He thinks you're still hung up on jocks in general and him in particular."

His voice had lowered almost to a whisper and he stared at his hands that were dangling between his knees. He waited for Kurt's response and waited… and waited. When he finally looked up he was dismayed to see Kurt's head was lowered now to his knees. They sat in silence as he let Kurt digest what Finn had said and his own reaction. Finally Kurt looked up to stare coldly at him.

"Okay," he swallowed and then started again. "Okay, thank you for telling me that. I'll see you out," and he got to his feet, slipping past Noah before he could react.

"No, Kurt, wait!" He leapt up but by then Kurt had reached the front door and was opening it for him. "Kurt, please!"

The look of hurt in Kurt's eyes was devastating and he reached for him but Kurt drew away, his eyes glancing out the door. "We really don't know much about each other, do we?" His eyes flickered back to Noah's quickly and he drew a deep breath. "Tell Judith 'hi' for me, okay?"

"Kurt, please, listen to me, please, babe?" Noah's hand reached for the door and closed it gently. He locked it and turned to Kurt who was now hugging himself, his arms so tight his fingers looked paler than usual where they gripped.

"It's obvious, isn't it, Noah? You'd rather believe some shite that Finn gave you than believe what my lips and body have been telling you… or is it that you believe I'm settling for you because I can't have Finn?"

Noah took his life into his hands and reached out to pull Kurt's stiff body to him, wrapping his long arms around the smaller man. Kurt stood rigidly and then Noah rejoiced as he felt him slowly relax; before he could congratulate himself, though, he felt the hot wetness of Kurt's reluctant tears against his shoulders and he pulled back, aghast.

"No, no, no, babe, please, I don't think any of those things; please, don't cry!" Noah was horrified at himself and the situation. Kurt reared back and dashed the tears from his cheeks, his eyes furious and whether he was angry at his supposed weakness or Noah's stupidity was debatable.

"I'm not crying! I'm not a girl, stop saying that stuff," Kurt shouted at him before turning to stalk back into the living room, standing by the fireplace with an epic pout on his face.

Noah followed him slowly but came to stand a safe distance from the temperamental man. How could he have forgotten that Kurt had been the other diva in the glee club, Berry being the other? He spread his hands now in supplication, knowing instinctively that the best way to reclaim the situation was to humble himself before Kurt.

Meaning: it was time for some serious groveling.

"Babe, I told you I was being an ass. Truth is, you drive me crazy, Kurt," he sat on the edge of the couch, subconsciously putting himself on a lower level than Kurt who was still fuming by the empty fireplace. "Please, you don't know how sorry I am; I wanted to punch Finn in the mouth when he said those things but I'm not that guy anymore."

Kurt stared at him, evaluating the worth of his apology – okay, his groveling – and then he relaxed, his arms loosening themselves slightly from around his body. He ducked his head and then looked at Noah from beneath his lashes before looking away. He wasn't deliberately being coy or seductive but he knew deep down that Noah found him irresistible and now was the kiss-and-makeup part of this little drama.

Sure enough, Noah got up and came over to him as if pulled by invisible strings but Kurt wasn't going to make it too easy for him. He flicked a look at him, licked his lip and then bit it before asking softly, "But if I wanted you to beat him up, would you? I can't do it myself, you see…"

Noah gaped at him before realising that Kurt was teasing him and all the tension left his body in that instant. He hauled Kurt into his arms and thanked his God when slender arms slipped around his waist. They stood like that for a little while, his lips feathering soft kisses across the creamy creamy forehead, brushing the disheveled hair away. Kurt smelled so good, he felt so right, here in his arms, he didn't even realize he was hard again until Kurt's answering bulge bumped into his.

His gasp was swallowed by Kurt's sweet mouth and although the kiss started out soft, soon it was raging out of control. Noah's whole world narrowed down to that delicious, hot, slick space and he would have been embarrassed at the sounds he was making if Kurt hadn't been just as noisy. The sounds of their lovemaking were positively porn-worthy but he didn't care, couldn't care as Kurt's hands slipped once again to his ass.

He found himself moving backwards to the couch, Kurt kissing him determinedly and Noah stumbled as the backs of his knees met the edge of the couch. He fell onto it with Kurt writhing on top of him and he whined in his throat when Kurt's lips left his briefly. His big hands grasped Kurt's hips, keeping him in place on top of him although his jeans were now painfully tight but Kurt's weight on him added to the delicious friction.

"Kurt, baby, wha_" he started but Kurt shushed him with a slender index finger against his lips.

He watched what Kurt was doing and as the slender, pale yet flushed man lifted his Henley to reveal his muscled stomach, Noah's eyes narrowed at him. "Babe_"

Anything else he'd expected to say was swallowed in a soft shout as Kurt lowered his moist lips to his belly button and then his tongue came out to play. Noah's hips lifted involuntarily and he groaned then, throwing back his head when Kurt mouthed his bulge. He panted and whined and then lifted his head, his eyes looking tortured as Kurt looked up at him and smirked. That did it!

He reached down and pulled Kurt with his hands under his arms straight up his body so he could get at his mouth. They ate at each other as if they hadn't just had dinner, their hips writhing and clashing and when Noah had to breathe, he sucked small kisses onto Kurt's neck, needing to mark the pale flesh.

Kurt threw his head back, gasping for air and giving Noah more room to work. His hand, in the meantime, slid down beneath the waist of Noah's jeans and he grinned when the man beneath him writhed helplessly as he grasped the hot, wanting flesh firmly in his hand.

He took Noah's mouth again as he worked the moistening flesh, sinking his tongue into the welcoming mouth and imitating what he wanted Noah to do with his turgid flesh. He shuddered at the thought of all that spearing into him and even the thought that he hadn't been with anyone recently so he would be really tight didn't dampen his need.

He pulled his mouth away to Noah's ear and gasped out, "I want this… in me, please…"

He didn't know if it was all the sexual tension, the foreplay or that last word but it was touch and go with Noah as he tried to stave off the sudden approach of his orgasm. Fortunately, Kurt, who had an idea what was going on with him, had grasped the base of his meaty cock and squeezed it almost painfully tight.

Kurt rode out the shudders left from Puck's aborted orgasm while peppering his forehead with tiny, strangely soothing little kisses. Eventually, when the larger man had caught his breath he leaned in to say again, "When you fuck me, it won't be here on the family couch, okay?"

He leapt up, laughing delightedly at Noah's frustrated growl and darted away with him following closely behind. He had Noah's uncomfortable bow-legged stance to thank for the other man's slower progress and his laughter wafted behind him as he dashed down to his basement bedroom.

Noah hadn't been down in Kurt's bedroom often – back when they were in school (before Babygate) – he usually hung out with just Finn. Kurt hadn't been into their testosterone-fueled bouts of videogame mayhem, gore-filled extravaganzas that made Kurt shudder and turn up his pointy nose at them.

Now he stared around the stylish, ultra-modern space, his eyes landing on the huge, black leather couch that screamed sex to him. He grinned as several other giveaways hinted at Kurt's sensual nature: a furry rug here, a lusciously-soft woollen throw there. Even the artwork, stylish yet eclectic revealed a sensuality that Kurt's buttoned-up nature in high school had successfully concealed.

"Wow, Kurt, this is… beautiful!" Noah looked around appreciatively and when his eyes landed on his lover's beautiful face, he smiled again and said, "…beautiful."

Kurt bit his lip, knowing that he was blushing but it meant a lot that Noah appreciated his taste. He hadn't done much renovation to the house, apart from the kitchen and tiny improvements to his en suite bathroom. He had changed the mattress on his queen-size bed to one of those memory foam ones with matching pillows and, of course, the gorgeous huge black leather couch. He'd loved the white one but it had screamed virgin too loudly and when he'd seen the black monster, he knew he had to have it.

Now he sauntered over to Noah who was still standing at the foot of the stairs and ran one long, slender digit down the front of his Henley. He watched Noah's adam's apple bob as he did it and then he slid his arms around him once more. He turned his face up in invitation and Noah took him up on it, his full lips settling on Kurt's, massaging and kneading before parting them to slip his tongue inside.

Immediately Kurt moaned and the sound went straight to Noah's dick. He gasped as Kurt's own sizeable dick, obvious in his soft, worn sweatpants, rubbed against his leg and Noah grasped the ass that had caught his attention years ago and lifted. Kurt automatically brought his legs up even as he gasped, wrapping his thighs around Noah's hips.

Noah staggered with his burden over to the bed, throwing Kurt down on it and noting that he barely bounced. He didn't give the other man a chance to recover before he was crawling on all fours to straddle the slender, luscious body beneath him. They stared at each other, panting slightly as the heat built between them again.

Kurt's breath sped up at the predatory gleam in Noah's dark eyes, the grey just a ring around the large pupils. He licked his lips and then suddenly they were taken in a kiss that had his eyes rolling back in his head. He tightened his legs in an effort to pull Noah down fully onto him but the stronger man resisted, chuckling into the kiss as Kurt whined.

"Babe, babe, wait, the clothes!" Noah pulled away chuckling as Kurt's long fingers did a funny grabby motion. "Don't move, I want to undress you."

That got Kurt to subside, licking his lips in anticipation as Noah slid off the bed to kick off his shoes and socks. Next he slowly unbuckled his belt, his hand going to his zipper and pulling it down in slow motion. He hadn't intended to tease Kurt and he was still half hard from his near miss with that orgasm but he loved watching Kurt, no matter what they were doing.

Kurt whined, "Noah, don't tease," and Noah laughed because he sounded just like a little kid. "I'm so hard for you, baby, it hurts," Kurt pouted and then chuckled inwardly when he saw Noah's dick jump. "Unh, baby, pleeease?"

Noah stared at Kurt who was writhing on the bed, his husky voice and words making Noah harder than he thought possible. In seconds flat Noah had pushed his jeans and underwear down and kicked his way out of them all while hauling off his poor Henley which he threw to the ground. He leapt back onto the bed beside Kurt, stretching out but leaning up on one elbow.

"What the_? Noah Puckerman, aren't you supposed to be undressing me?" Kurt noticed that Noah's thick, hard, fleshy cock twitched when he spoke and he wondered if the other man had a kink.

Noah smiled softly at this boy… no, man… that he loved more than was good for him. He raised a hand and set it flat on Kurt's stomach, watching it twitch as the muscles moved. Without speaking he slid the hand up so slowly that it went under the hem of the thin tee-shirt. Kurt's eyes widened at the erotic feel of the large warm hand and stared at it as it moved beneath his shirt. Suddenly he gasped as Noah's finger circled the tight bud of one nipple, caressing and playing with it before moving over to the other one.

"Oh, Noah," Kurt breathed as he writhed, the bulge in his sweats going untouched as Noah concentrated on his chest area. "Oh, baby, that feels… unh!"

Noah moved his hand down to the hem of the shirt, slid from beneath it then bunched it up. Kurt, impatient, sat up and simply pulled it off. He threw it away somewhere and laid back, anxious for Noah to continue his petting.

Noah smiled, his eyes holding Kurt's and then he leaned forward, his hand set lightly on Kurt's tensing stomach muscles and then lowered his lips to one pretty pink bud. He hummed as Kurt cried out at the feeling, suckling the taut, wrinkled flesh into this mouth, between his teeth before flicking at it with his tongue.

Kurt curled up around him, his hand going to the back of Noah's silky head as he forced more of his nipple into his mouth. "Uh, oh, oh, god, Noah, oooh, baby, ohhhh!"

Noah moved to do the same thing to the other nipple and Kurt threw his head back again, crying out to the ceiling as the intense feeling of Noah's lips seemed to connect straight to his cock.

"Oh, baby, please, please, Noah, I want you, baby, please," Kurt was babbling and Noah hadn't even touched his cock as yet. Noah eased back to lick his way down the pale, surprisingly toned expanse of Kurt's flat stomach and when his nose bumped the waistband of the sweatpants, he lifted his head. He used one hand to slide the cotton material, along with Kurt's briefs, down the prominent hipbones and Noah groaned at their perfection.

Seriously, Kurt could pose for those art student classes where they did life studies, he was so slender and perfect. "Beautiful," he muttered, not realising he'd spoken aloud until Kurt chuckled.

"Babe, you're the only person who thinks that," he smiled as one hand ruffled Noah's dark hair, his lip still swollen where he'd been biting it. Noah realised they were a little redder than his nipples and he felt his cock twitch at the thought. You know what, he said to himself, enough of this foreplay.

He sat up suddenly, dragged Kurt's sweatpants and brief down his legs and then stared in awe at the thick cock that had sprung free. He hadn't realised that he'd moved to straddle Kurt's legs until the amazing cock before him was bumping his nose. He looked up, startled, to see Kurt staring dazedly down at him.

"Noah?" Kurt knew Noah had been nose to nose with a dick before but he was staring at Kurt's as if it was the first time. "Is_ Is everything alright?"

Noah nodded stupidly, licked his lips and said hoarsely, "Oh, my god, yes! Everything is definitely alright!" and he laughed before leaning down to lick a stripe up the delicious cock. Kurt shuddered and bit back a moan; far be it from him to deprive a man of his prize and he left Noah to it.

Noah rubbed his own leaking cock with one hand as he sucked Kurt, moaning and admonishing himself silently for being such a cock whore and, now it seems, a size queen. Damn, he'd often wondered about Kurt and those skinny jeans of his and he'd heard about certain glee club performances where the pants had worked hard to contain the boy's assets but, good god, this was unbelievable! He crowed in satisfaction as he ignored Kurt's hand tugging at his hair and he finally rose up to look impatiently at his lover.

Kurt, however, cut him off before he could protest. "Baby, aren't you forgetting something?" When Noah stared dazedly at him, he used a toe to poke him in the rib, rolling his eyes as he reminded him: "You are supposed to be fucking me, aren't you?"

Noah flushed before climbing fully onto the bed, leaning down to drop a kiss on those smirking lips and then pulled back to ask, "supplies?" Kurt tilted his head to the only bedside table with its single drawer and he writhed teasingly as Noah leaned across him to get the stuff.

Straightening back up quickly, Noah started to prep Kurt slowly and thoroughly, remarking that payback was a bitch when Kurt accused him of teasing him. At that moment, Noah had had three lubed-up fingers inside him and then he crooked them, causing Kurt's eyes to widen and his eyelashes to flutter as he bit his lip. Noah moaned at the sight of Kurt's beautiful naked body spread out for him, hungry for him and when he pushed four fingers back inside him, Kurt had to clutch his own cock to prevent a premature end to this session.

After that, Noah cut all the bullshit and went straight to rolling on a condom as quickly as he could manage without ripping it. They were both panting by the time Noah was lined up with Kurt's body, their voices mingling as they called soft instructions to each other. "Yes, oh yes, do it, baby…" and "oh baby, you're so tight, shit!" were repeated and when Noah sank to the hilt amidst startled, grateful cries from Kurt, he shouted, "yes!"

They stilled for a moment and opened their eyes to stare at each other, a split second of mutual memories slamming through their minds before their bodies' urgency took over. Noah pulled out while watching Kurt's lashes flutter and his pink lips part moistly.

Kurt stared, willing himself not to close his eyes at the sheer ecstasy of feeling Noah's cock sliding out almost to its tip and he licked his lips, breathing hard and when Noah sank back in, he lost his voice and his eyelids slammed shut.

"Kurt," Noah breathed as he slid out again and said his name when he slid back home. It was slow, it was torture and it was ecstasy. Kurt writhed, his arms and legs coming to wrap helplessly around the body punishing him in such a delicious way and his head fell back on his long neck, his lips mouthing words silently.

Slowly, Noah picked up the pace; he had wanted to start slowly because Kurt hadn't been seeing much action from the tightness of that beautiful ass. Now, though, Noah felt like he would die as the fire burned in his gut, in his loins, in his cock as he sank into the luscious heat and slickness that was Kurt.

Kurt Hummel… years of looking, wondering, hoping, dreaming … and then yearning. All that had come to this… and Noah could die now he was soaring.

Kurt's headboard slammed against the wall as Noah arched into him repeatedly and Kurt couldn't give a damn that the bed had never before been subjected to such treatment. He cried out as Noah bit into the juncture of neck and shoulder and he knew it would leave a mark but he wanted it to.

He writhed and clutched and scratched as the feelings Noah was wringing from his body had to find an outlet and the man in his arms whose fault it was would bear Kurt's own marks, too.

"Oh, baby, uh, so good, the ass of a god, so tight…" Noah could barely get the words out he was so breathless and he knew he couldn't last much longer. He straightened up and grabbed Kurt's leaking cock, shuddering unexpectedly at the feel of his slender lover's hefty endowment. He pumped it and squeezed it rapdly, grinding his hips into Kurt's ass as he felt his own cock swell prior to letting go. He wanted Kurt to come first, though; he wanted to see this beautiful, warm-hearted, fantastic man fall apart in this bed wrapped around Noah's cock.

When Noah had grasped his pulsing cock, Kurt knew it was the beginning of the end and he cried out, writhing and shuddering as Noah pumped away. He stared at the bronzed god above him, knowing he would burn in the fire of his climax and he wanted it so, so much. Ever since Noah had turned up with Judith to his classroom, this was what his mind and body had craved. He had resonated to Noah's own vibrations of lust and love and he was honest enough to admit that it hadn't been love but lust at first sight. Well, not quite first sight but the majority of his mind was caught up with surviving the sensual, sexual assault that Noah was waging on his willing body.

He gasped one final time, "oh god!" and then erupted over Noah's fist, his eyes closing tight and his mouth opening on a silent scream as he shuddered and came and writhed and clenched on Noah's invading flesh. Noah squeezed his cock almost brutally, milking it, before letting go to grasp both of Kurt's ass cheeks, lifting his body so he could plunge more rapidly into it.

Kurt cried out at the increased depth to which Noah was plunging and then he could only register Noah's soft cry, Kurt's name falling from his lips like a prayer. Then Noah was freezing, his body going rigid and then his hips pumped erratically, sporadically, slower and slower as he ejaculated into Kurt's still-clenching ass.

Noah fell forward, spent, onto Kurt, his breath sobbing in his throat and sweat and come mingling between them. He registered a slight wince from the body beneath him and breathed an apology before easing to the side a bit, grabbing the base of the condom before sliding gingerly from Kurt. He slipped the condom off, tying it carefully before tossing it unerringly into the bin beside the bed and collapsing again.

Kurt was breathing just as hard too but he had an arm around Noah's shoulder which he used to tug the other man towards him. Noah came willingly, uncaring of the mess they'd made and sneaked a kiss onto Kurt's neck. Kurt smiled softly, his breath coming more naturally but still a little fast and he chuckled. Noah turned his head to look up into the glowing eyes, the sated expression one he felt privileged to see and asked softly, "something funny?"

Kurt shook his head but still the smile remained. His hand played with Noah's dark hair and then he kissed him on the head, leaning back when Noah looked at him curiously. "I just realised that I feel a little jealous, too."

Noah sat up, his eyes serious as he started to protest but Kurt shushed him. "Lie down again." He grinned to himself as Noah obeyed quickly, snuggling in properly. "Good. I simply meant that now I know what those Cheerios were giggling about."

Once again Noah stared at him but this time with a look that clearly questioned Kurt's sanity. "What? Why were they giggling, it was only sex!"

Kurt rolled his eyes and tugged on him to lie still before explaining. "Cheerios aren't the most discreet people, if you recall. Every time you… bedded… one of them there would be an insane amount of giggling when they next met up. If I were a teenage girl and had just had this experience, I might have been walking around giggling, too. You are amazing, my love…" and he chuckled, stroking his hand down Noah's muscular – and quite amazing – arm.

Noah stilled and yet his heart sped up. He was sure Kurt hadn't realized what he'd just called him but he wasn't going to spook him. He simply nodded, said something vague about silly teenagers and laid there quietly, his mind racing even as his body hummed with satisfaction.

As they were drifting off to sleep, Kurt having wiped off some of the mess with his tee-shirt, Noah vaguely registered that he'd said something about an invitation to a garden or a party… something. He wasn't sure and as he stifled a huge yawn and tugged Kurt to him, he reminded himself to ask the next day. He had a Judith-free weekend and now it appeared it was also a Kurt-filled weekend.

His cock twitched at the thought and he smirked as he slid into sleep; Kurt was going to be walking funny come Monday because now he'd discovered the treasures hidden beneath those designer get-ups, Kurt would be lucky if he was allowed even a towel to cover up. Hmmm, maybe an apron to protect that delicious skin was his last coherent thought, pictures of a butt-naked Kurt serving up gourmet meals bringing a smile to his lips.

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TBC

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A/N: There it is, my first foray into full-on boy-on-boy loving! I hope it was adequate but as usual, I won't know what you all think if you don't review so...

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