XV

~ A Lustful Liaison ~

"No!" Cried out Kurt, bringing his hands up to Noah's chest and pushing with all his might against the impenetrable force lowering itself on top of him. The music had since died and so had his lapse in judgement, but it seemed as though he was the only one sane enough to acknowledge that what he and Noah were doing was wrong, and he was not going to continue to do wrong. Sliding himself from under Noah's traveling lips, Kurt leapt off the bed, his breath coming out in short pants. "I'm not coming back to you Noah! I told you I want out on all of this! I told you no! No! No! No!"

"I know what you said, Kurt!" Retorted Noah, hopping off the bed and walking over to the retreating boy, Kurt stumbling back towards one of his center room armchairs as the man approached him. Men were more susceptible to aggressive forms of behavior after rejection and for Kurt, he didn't know if Noah would be able to retrain his frustration. "We've already kissed Kurt! I've already held you in my fucking arms and kissed you on the lips, so no matter how many times you deny me whilst acting as if you're this wholesome little prude always wanting to do right, you'll never be able to undo what we did!"

"I can prevent it from becoming worse!" Shouted Kurt, dashing over to a pile of high school textbooks propped up against the foot of his vanity. He'd been planning to return them to McKinley tomorrow, but as he began to pile them into his arms like ammo, who knew if they would be returned in good condition. "And how dare you throw that in my face! Noah, you have no right to make me feel guilty! You're the one who initiated all of this and I was the one decent enough to end it but since you won't see sense I'm going to have to approach this new ending in the only way you'll understand!"

"Kurt, no!" Barked Noah, jumping out of the way as Kurt threw the first book. It was a lousy throw as it landed at the foot of the bed, hitting the ground with a noisy thud, but it put across the message to Noah that Kurt was not going to back down without a fight, or moreover a bombardment of American History text books. As a result, he could only dodge the book shaped missiles hurtling towards him, each one increasing in size and velocity with the lastest one nearly skimming his shoulder. "Quit it, Kurt! Stop throwing books at me!"

"Was this your idea of a talk?! Was that little speech up there a ruse to get me into bed?! To spread apart my thighs for you?!"

"Kurt, will you just-"

"Who do you think I am, Noah?! Another fainting model?! Thinking you can make me lose control with a kiss!? You're delusional!"

"Stop this shit right now!" Roared Noah, storming his way towards Kurt only to have the side of his head violently hit by a large dictionary. Crying out in pain, the man stumbled backwards, his hand darting up to his head as he shielded it from further attack. The cover corner of the book had as well unfortunately struck him above the eye and as he raised his head to Kurt, he expected the boy to rush on over to him, to inspect his injury in worry and to let out a stream of apologies for what he'd done, but no such thing came. Kurt was unmoving. Furious. "What the hell, Kurt?! What the fuck?!"

"It's all you, Noah! I knew meeting you was a mistake!" Argued Kurt, his anger rising as his eyes turned the shade of darkening fire. The boy's ammo of books had ended but Noah could only freeze from rubbing his injured head as he winced from the harshness in Kurt's words. "Against my better judgement I tried to be nice, get to know the real you and ignore the crap everyone was saying about your life! I really did! Yet here you are! Willing to undo the foundation of our friendship just because you're now thinking with your penis! Do you really want that to happen?! Well?! Do you?!"

"No."

"Then what are you doing?"

"I'm... damn it, I-"

"Noah, are you trying to chase me away?"

"No, Kurt I would never do that," urged Noah, clearing his throat as he felt the air around him thicken, as if it were too dense to breathe in. It was getting harder and harder to stand, his dizzy head almost leading him to faint to the ground, but he knew it was all him. Everything around him was fine, including the air. It was all down to Kurt's words and how they had cut him deeply inside. Branding their first meeting as a 'mistake' was a drop kick to the heart, a hard one that had him gasping for air in the wake of icy blue eyes. "Please... I bless the day I met you, Kurt. Don't ever say you regretted it."

"How can I not, Noah? It's as if all this time, you've had an ulterior motive and now that things are no longer going your way, you decide to hunt me down and force yourself on me. How can I not run away from you?" asked Kurt desperately in exasperation of it all. Noah's hope may be bleeding profusely, but his final word was going to kill him. "I'm going to have to ask you to leave now Mr. Puckerman, but this time, for good. You've proven to us both that friendship simply isn't enough for you and the risk of anything happening is too great if we ever see each other again. I hope you understand."

"No... no, Kurt," muttered Noah, his voice trembling as he shook his head in determination, his eyes now staring at the ground in a fleeting attempt to hide the growing tears that were now brimming in his hazel eyes. Kurt had dared to utter the words of a cold-hearted farewell and a forever goodbye, soured even more when he'd called him by the name Noah detested. The boy knew referring to him as such was just salt on the wound, but no, not even that was going to defeat Noah. Kurt was his. His. "Like you said back in New York Kurt, this isn't the end. Not by a long shot."

"My God, you're insufferable! How many objects am I going to have to throw your way for it to sink into that head of yours?! Forget what I said! I don't want you! We're over!" Shouted Kurt as he threw his hands up wildly in the air, his eyes catching sight of his school folders by his desk. Dashing over to them, he picked them up but before he could even think of throwing them, Noah had strode over to him, violently knocked them out of his hand and sent the binders smashing against the wall. There they clattered noisily to the floor in the wake of his now shaking arms.

Kurt began to panic. Noah was mere inches from him, trapping him against the wall, staring at him with a mixture of extreme contempt and desperation, his eyes raging fury as his fists clenched dangerously. I've gone too far, thought Kurt as he shifted his gave from the man's anger stricken face to his bedroom door. Mercedes, I need you! Knowing that his best friend couldn't hear his silent pleas for help, Kurt made a run for it, shoving Noah out of the way as he pelted towards the basement stairs. Yet as he reached the first step, thick arms wrapped around his waist and hoisted him back against a broad chest.

"Let me go!" Cried out Kurt, squirming as Noah pulled him over to the bed before shoving him roughly onto it. Joining him, the man hastily loomed over Kurt on all fours as he forced him onto the soft white quilt with his weight, trapping him in his own bed. The boy's voice his only weapon, but even Kurt's screams of protest and his squirms for escape were unfortunately all in vain, as with each struggle, Noah's tight hold on his wrists tightened exponentially, entrapping him even further. "Don't! Touch! Me! Noah, get off! Is this how you treat Quinn?! Is this how you treat your whores?!"

"Shut up!" Roared Noah as he pinned Kurt deeper into the bed, his face mere centimeters from the boy's as Kurt thrashed his head from side to side in a desperate attempt to flee. The boy feared a hand clamped mouth, the tearing of underwear, rape. Yet as Noah grew sick of Kurt's incessant writhing, he pressed his body even harder against the boy's and almost strangled Kurt's wrists whilst doing so, causing a yelp of agonizing pain to shoot through the room. "I didn't fly all the way over here, fight through your front door and put up with your attacks just to be turned away like trash, Kurt! You'll show me it was all worth my while!"

"Ow! Noah, you're hurting me!"

"I'm never saying goodbye, Kurt! You're mine!"

"No Noah, please!"

"All m-mine... oh God.."

"Argh! Please stop! Pleas-" Kurt's pleas were abruptly cut short as he took in the sight above him. It was heart-wrenching, a sight that had him forgetting about everything that had just happened, had his soul crying out for his oppressor, for Noah Puckerman was weeping before him. The man's eyes had softened greatly from intense rage to overwhelming sadness as he discovered from his haze, the angel of his affections being manhandled by the last person he ever thought would, himself. The horrific realization hit him like a chest crushing weight, and as his tear drops began to ever more quickly roll down his tanned cheeks like droplets of guilt, his lips quivered uncontrollably.

"I-I'm sorry Kurt!" wept Noah, as with a final look at the pained face of his boy, he burst into a heart wrenching sob. He sank his head into Kurt's neck, reveling in the boy's warmth as he released Kurt's reddening wrists, Noah's bawling voice slightly muffled as he collapsed in despair. "I'm s-so fucking sorry! I n-never meant to hurt y-you like this! God... I-I'm so fucked up... a-all I do is f-fuck everything up! I've g-got you like this s-so you won't leave m-me... I mean... damn i-it Kurt, please don't l-leave me... you just c-can't... hate me as m-much as you want b-but please... don't leave m-me."

Kurt didn't say anything for the first few seconds, nor did he even move a muscle as he began to register what was happening. The warm stains of Noah's tears were sinking into his shoulder and seeping down into his pillow below, but he didn't care. Here was a man, a strong man who had presented nothing but overruling confidence, a masculine backbone and a fearlessness for anything, breaking down like a pile of rubble on top of him, a now crumbling man whose faith in a shattering world was sinking into the darkness of sadness itself, and even though Noah was displaying extremely unhealthy signs of co-dependency, Kurt knew that he would be the only antidote.

"It's okay Noah, it's alright, I'm here," soothed Kurt, adjusting himself into a more comfortable position as Noah continued to bawl copiously into his shoulder. Kurt would never abandon a friend in need. He'd do it for anyone he cared about, and he wasn't going to go anywhere, even if he wanted to, considering he had a six-foot hunk of man on top of him. However, he did manage to shush Noah as he made to speak, or moreover blubber through his fountain of tears. "Shh, don't say anything. Words aren't needed for me to even begin to understand what you're going through."

"T-that's because you get m-me, Kurt," stuttered Noah as he raised his head once again to peer up at Kurt, his eyes red rimmed, exhausted but above all, distressed beyond belief as they attempted to convey in a single look, the sorrow that he had brought down on everyone tonight. Kurt was an angel. Here the boy was, stroking his back soothingly as if Noah had just fallen from his bike, but for Kurt, it was different. He was ashamed of how he'd threatened to cut Noah out of his life. All because he couldn't understand the man's impassioned need for him. Now he knew. "I'm leaving her, Kurt."

"What?"

"I'm leaving Quinn. I'll leave her for you."

"No Noah, you can't do that."

"Why not? I'll tell my mom I can't go through with it and that I've found someone else."

"And what? You'll introduce me as the same person you were cheating with behind your fiancée's back, the same person you embarrassed Quinn with at the ball with and finally, a person who happens to be a boy?" asked Kurt incredulously, Noah peeling himself from Kurt's chest as the boy raised himself into a sitting position, his eyes once again wide and his voice alert with disbelief. "What is she going to think, Noah? She's not going to approve of any of it. She's going to cut you off for sure... unless she already knows you're-"

"She doesn't know Kurt. At best she'd have an idea, but only if she'd raised me up herself instead of dumping me with Anita when I was a kid," replied Noah as he joined Kurt in a sitting position on the bed, their legs now hanging off the side with their shoulders touching as Kurt looked on over back at him with sympathetic eyes. No, Noah hadn't come out to his mom. It hadn't been that long ago when he'd come out to Kurt or even to himself, and he was still digesting the ostrich egg sized realization pill, but no, no one else knew. "She's not going to disown me or anything."

"But-"

"Listen Kurt, my mom only wanted me to stop 'fooling around as a boner on legs' and for me to actually enter a relationship."

"With a girl in mind, Noah."

"Fuck's sake Kurt, she's not going to care if you're a dude. You're still human."

"You mean to tell me you're certain that your mom won't hold any reservations against you for being with a boy?" inquired Kurt incredulously as Noah shook his head confidently. Emily Puckerman, a veteran beauty queen, had met her fair share of gay men whilst on route for every single crown and cash prize out there. They had been her secret force, aiding her quest for empress like stature in the business, but of this, Kurt didn't know much about. He admittedly in the first place didn't know a lot of Noah's mother let alone her long reign in the pageantry circuit. "Noah, how can you be so sure?"

"Kurt, I'm telling you, she's not going to care. If anything, she's going to prefer you to Quinn. She's always thought being gay was exotic," chuckled Noah as Kurt smiled back at him, a blush forming his cheeks. "Once she sees how crazy I am for you, she'll brake off the engagement to allow us to be together. I'll be able to take you on romantic carriage rides through Central Park, kiss you in the middle of the Rockefeller Ice Rink at Christmas, and rock your world in my hot tub at dusk, all without having to fear about being caught or feeling guilty. What do you think Kurt? Sounds good, huh?"

"It does... oh what the hell; if you're sure Noah then I guess there's no harm in trying. I mean you know your mother better than I do... wait here," replied Kurt holding up a finger as he jumped off the bed and ran into his bathroom, coming out shortly after with a blue ice pack in his hands. Noah watched on as the boy eyed his head for the injury before placing the pack ever so gently onto the bruised skin, his hands making quick work of layering it on. Bringing his hand up to secure it in place, Noah sighed in thanks as Kurt eyed him with worry. "It should ease the swelling... oh you poor baby. I'm so sorry."

"It's alright, it doesn't hurt as much now, but thanks... babe?" uttered Noah nervously as his voice fell a few notches at the slip. He didn't want to appear too eager, especially after everything that had just happened, but after Kurt had consented to let Emily in on their little thing, he couldn't help but shoot for the stars. As for Kurt, the boy giggled upon catching the hopeful gleam in Noah's eyes before leaning down, removing the ice pack from the man's head and feathering a light kiss to the now cold bruise, his lips tickling the dark fuzz of Noah's buzz cut as the man chuckled in delight. "Thanks babe."

"Now Noah, even if you plan to end things with Quinn, you're still with her, meaning nothing can happen now. No kissing, no rocking anyone's world, nothing of that nature. We're just friends until your engagement is off. Do you think you can hold out till then?" asked Kurt softly, his blue eyes widening as Noah removed the ice pack from his head before taking Kurt's pale hands in his. There he kissed them tenderly, placing the pack onto Kurt's reddened wrists as the chill began to dull away the heat of where Noah's hands had once been. It felt good. "Thank you, Noah."

There they sat together, Noah's arm wrapped around Kurt's lower back with the boy's head resting in the nook of his neck as they both stared out in front of them, the light soft and golden hued. However, remembering Noah's recent crying fit, Kurt shifted the pack off one wrist before leaning over to his end table and extracting with one hand, a box of tissues from the draw. Pulling out three of the white disposable papers, he returned the box on top of the table, but froze as he turned around to see Noah shirtless, facing him with a nervous smile. Kurt lightly gasped at both little time it had taken for Noah to remove his shirt, as well as the muscle masterpiece displayed as proudly before him as a carved statue of the ancient world.

"Noah, I-I said-"

"I know what you said Kurt, but I can't just lay my eyes on you."

"Sure you can Noah, it's easy. You're doing it right now."

"It's not enough. Here you are on your bed looking fucking hot. It's human nature, baby."

"N-Noah... you... I think you've gone delirious from that hit to the head. Either that or that bruise of yours really does have a mind of its own," babbled Kurt, allowing himself without a fight or a single hint of restraint to be laid back onto the bed as Noah took control. The boy at this point was merely putty in Noah's large hands, his body molding itself into whatever position the man wanted him in and as Noah smiled amorously back at him, the man placed a soft kiss to his lips. "Are you really fit to do this? You were just torpedoed with schoolbooks and bawled into my shoulders. You haven't even properly dried your eyes."

"Fuck that Kurt, I want you to see the real me. Tear stained face and all, just please, let me have you," begged Noah as he hovered his face above Kurt's, eventually resting his forehead against the boy's as they closed their eyes. It was ever so romantic, moments Kurt could die a thousand times over for and as the boy pulled Noah down into a desperate kiss, his heart melted. Being intimate with Noah had once been his guilty pleasure, his moans like sonic candy and his muscled lover's like guttural groans of pleasure itself. Fuck, it felt so good, too good not to do, so good. Them. Together.

As items of clothing were shed one by one, their forms fluttering across the bed and onto the ground below, Noah and Kurt kissed each other as if it were the end of time. The man's straining jeans and Kurt's mink colored pajama silk top were soon the only pieces of apparel left as they writhed on the bed, christening it with their affection. Both of them had missed and longed for each other's touch since that frightful day in Noah's penthouse. The distance and loss of one another had been palpable but now that they were here together in Kurt's room, they were free to express themselves in the only way they wanted.

His lips still caressing Kurt's sweet mouth, Noah removed his hands from the boy's pale torso and began to unbuckle his belt, his hands fumbling over the metal as his fingers struggled to make quick work of removal. He kicked off his boots, ripped off his jeans and left himself to the sole feel of his boxers, the only thing left, just thin white material fit to burst. Sensing Noah pulling away from the kiss, Kurt eyed the man above him. Due to the low lighting, it was difficult to see Noah's muscled physique in full clarity, but there was enough visibility to catch sight of his sculpted chest adorned with dark fuzzy chest hair, protruding abs and manpower boasting looking arms and thighs.

"What is it, Noah? Is there something wrong?"

"I'm just so used to seeing..."

"What?"

"Tits, you know... boobs."

"Oh... well of course you are Noah. This is your first time with another guy, isn't it?" asked Kurt as Noah nodded in confirmation, his eyes now shy and tense. To him, Kurt was beautiful, and that included his flat chest. It had thrown him at first but not for long. In fact, he was growing obsessively attached to it almost immediately. He was entranced. How Kurt had taken hold of his hand before placing it down upon on his pale torso, guiding it along and stroking every inch of his fair skin as if to further ease Noah into the idea of touching another boy. Yet no easing had to be done. Noah was already hot for it.

"Your touch makes me feel... electric," complimented Kurt as Noah reveled in the feeling of the softest skin he'd ever felt in a long time, beating out all the moisturizer fanatic women he'd bedded in the past. None could light a candle to Kurt's flesh, or his skillful hand as the other landed on Noah's chest, before slowly making its way down until it stopped at his boxers. Noah's breath caught in his throat. His heart was beating out of rhythm, it's tune screaming in pent up excitement. There was just an exhilarating spark in Kurt's touch he couldn't describe that- Oh God!

"Wow... you're a big boy," moaned Kurt alluringly as his hand slithered into Noah's boxers before massaging the impressive manhood within, expertly recreating what he did to himself, stroking it with a gentle yet firm touch that had Noah gasping in surprise but above all, pleasure. He couldn't help his hazel eyes fluttering as Kurt increased the friction. He couldn't help the bead of sweat that fell from his forehead, biting his full lips in the wake of such stimulation as Kurt encircled his hose in his hand, giving it a teasing twist of the wrist towards the end of every stroke. "You like that, stud?"

"Argh Kurt, you are g-good... sweet Christ, you are good... where the hell did yo- oh my God!" Exclaimed Noah as Kurt released the man's hand he'd been tracing along his chest before plunging his now free one into Noah's boxers. There, he began to caress Noah's balls, every twist and turn falling into perfect sync, with the other hand above on the shaft, the two massacring Noah's senses into oblivion. Yes, Kurt Hummel was reducing Noah Puckerman to a mess, a panting, moaning and gasping mess and all he was doing was moving his hands in small motions, but at the right times and at the place.

"Jesus, Kurt… I'm close… I'm… gonna... gonna! My God, babe…" warned Noah as Kurt was snapped out from the own pleasure to the sight of Noah dunking his hands into the bed and fisting the white duvet, clutching it tightly in his hand as the advancing orgasm grew ever closer, ever closer, ready to erupt at any second. However, in the midst of the impending arrival, Kurt grabbed hold of Noah's hand and brought it down on his own erection, it's form made clear through the white lace briefs. Looking down, it took time for Noah to realize what Kurt expected him to do, before he tensed nervously.

"You want me to… I mean you want me… to," stuttered Noah as his sight readjusted from their previously rolled back position to focus on what was being non-verbally asked of him. Like Kurt's flat chest, beating another guy off was new territory and subsequently, nerve-wracking. He was still excited by the prospect, the idea was a major turn on, and he just feared that as soon as he'd attempt a go, he'd chafe poor Kurt until there was nothing left. He had no experience, but then neither did Kurt. Wait; was this Kurt's first time at this? Talk about being a natural.

"Noah, rip open my briefs."

"What?"

"Rip them open, and don't go easy on the lace."

"Are you sure? They look pretty expensi-"

"Do it," ordered Kurt as he fixed Noah with a commanding eye, leaving the man thoroughly taken aback at his forwardness. Kurt was turned on and he didn't have time for pauses in the passion. He wanted to get off with Noah and the main course could only start once underwear was out of the picture. Smirking at the lust in the boy's eyes, Noah took a hold of the briefs; a firm grip full in his hands and with a loud rip that had both their libidos catapulting once again, the hunk ripped open Kurt's lace delicates before allowing the boy to pull him down on top of him. "That was so sexy Noah, you have no idea."

"But didn't you want me to-"

"Noah, you think I want to receive a hand job from an awkward looking guy who doesn't know what he's doing? I only wanted to know how you'd react. Just give it time," giggled Kurt seductively as he positioned his hips so that they lay directly below those of Noah's before wrapping his smooth legs around the man's waist, his thighs resting on Noah's. There he brought their shafts crashing against one another in a near orgasmic explosion of euphoria as the effects had them both teetering on the edge. "That's it Noah. We're going to do something that we're both going to enjoy!"

"Shit!" cried out Noah as he experienced the new wave like feeling that was totally different yet totally awesome. The angle Kurt had positioned him in had his manhood coated in every type of pleasant friction known to sex. Who knew what he was missing out on all this time? Kurt, meanwhile, had since thrown his head back as Noah's shaft had met his whilst chanting the Christian deity's name more times than a priest. He'd never in his life frotted before, only read about it on the internet, but nothing compared to the real thing. "Fuck Kurt... this... this feels better than pussy."

"Well, come on then Noah. You've already used your guns to rip open my briefs. Use those hips of yours to fuck me. You know you want to," persuaded Kurt as Noah opened his eyes to look down at him. The man's skin was coated in a light sheen of sweat that aroused Kurt even more. Anything Noah could do could arouse him. He was Noah Puckerman. Yet to Noah, Kurt was just as sexy, if not more. When did he become so fucking sexy?! Thought Noah as he smirked his handsome grin before bucking up his hips like a stallion's and driving in for the massive, friction filled thrust. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

"Yes!" exclaimed Kurt loudly, his voice heavily dosed with hot breathe, almost baby like, weak from each thrust Noah was gifting him. Thrust! My God. Thrust! Fuck me. Thrust! Hot baby, do me! Noah wasted no time picking up in size as well as pace when it came to hammer against Kurt. It took all the will he had to force himself to open his eyes from the pleasure but to lay his lusty eyes on the mesmerizing sight that lay beneath him, it was worth it. Kurt's head was thrown back, his hands holding tightly to Noah's muscled arms for support, both of them giving off a scent; the scent of pure sex.

"Sweet Jesus…" cried out Noah as his thrusts increased in strength, power as well as everything else he had. He couldn't stop. His hips now had a mind of their own. They pumped mercilessly against Kurt like a well-oiled machine. Lowering his head, Noah captured Kurt's soft lips in a lustful kiss before trailing short nips and licks along his cheek and neck. He kissed the boy's ear before licking it, biting it lightly and eliciting a moan from below. "You feel so fucking goo- oh, oh, Kurt, fuck... fuck, fuck, Kurt… I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!"

"Give it to me Noah! Give me all you've got," begged Kurt, his voice thick with sex. To accompany the order, the boy raised his hips to meet Noah's crushing thrusts and with three more pumps, both of them climaxed, their seeds splattering onto Kurt's sweat dripping torso. Noah let out a deafening growl of pleasure, biting hard on his lip as Kurt moaned and panted in response. The boy's spent body was still being gently rocked as Noah continued thrusting slowly, riding out both of their orgasms as they shivered in pure bliss. "Sex is amazing! Sex is fucking amazing! Do other people know about this? Woo!"

"Woah, easy cowboy."

"You Kurt... you are the best."

"You weren't half bad yourself."

"No Kurt, you are the best. Best dry sex ever!"

"First of all Noah, I aim to please and second of all, there's nothing dry about it. I mean look at me, look at my stomach. I have been properly creamed," replied Kurt with a smile, Noah shifting himself off the boy as Kurt gestured down to his gleaming sex juiced covered torso, the pale skin coated in the warm liquid, happy and contented. Both their hearts were simmering down from the exhilarating act they'd just performed in but their breaths were still strained, still slightly frantic as they felt the sweat travel across their skin, racing to cool them down before they heated up again. "Wow, I'm spent."

"After we catch our breaths, can we do it again? Puckzilla down here wants to do it again," pleaded Noah as he brought the white quilt up to their waists, his hand stroking Kurt's neck as he looked down at his already hardening crotch. It had softened slightly since the end but had already climbed to full mast with the chance for another session. Oh the idea of fucking Kurt again. It was enough to further cream the boy again. However, as he took in Kurt's questioning expression as to who or what 'Puckzilla' was, Noah explained. "It's a nickname for my mister I made up back in high school."

"That's so cute. You named your thing."

"Kurt, he's not meant to be cute!"

"No, he's only responsible for having made my body scream."

"And don't you forget it, babe."

"Oh, I assure you I won't. Well, as much as this liquid love is great to have on me, I better wash it off," sighed Kurt, shifting his eyes from Noah's satisfied smirk and monster Puckzilla to his come covered chest and torso. The liquid was by this point starting to cool but as Kurt threw off the quilt to move off the bed, his senses picked up a damp feeling from underneath. It was not so much cold as it was cool and as he looked down, Kurt noticed his sweat drenched sheets that both he and Noah had no doubt created from their furious romp. "Wow, we really went at it like dogs didn't we."

"Yeah, but it's hot. Fucking like canines always is," chuckled Noah, Kurt rolling his eyes as a smile betrayed his lips. As the boy slid off the bed before all but speed walking into the en suite bathroom on the opposite end of the room so as to not allow a single stop of cum to land on his carpet, Noah lay his head back down, his arms behind his head before freeing his thoughts to reign on the sexual activity he'd just taken part in. He hadn't been kidding when he had claimed that that session of lust had been the best sex he'd ever had. His body had had a taster, and it was drooling for more. "Fuck..."

Noah had to admit that even though Kurt had accused him earlier during their fight of solely coming over to sleep with him, the idea had never crossed his mind. He'd merely wanted to see Kurt, to talk to him, maybe sneak in a good making out session whilst he was at it, but never sex. He'd reserved such an act for further on down the line if he'd succeeded tonight, and by God, had he succeeded tonight. He'd scored with Kurt Hummel. He'd ripped open the briefs to the hottest model in town and had scored the winning touchdown. Scratch his sophomore win; this was now his personal best.

As for Kurt, Noah had been blown away by the boy's sexual confidence. True, kissing him had only got better since Kurt had learned rather quickly in the area, knowing exactly what angle to tilt his head at, how much pressure to exude and how to effectively manoeuvre his tongue to optimal effect and pleasure, but the confidence. Oh, the confidence had been such a major turn on. Moaning, Noah's manhood twitched excitedly at the idea of having those now talented lips further down south. However, his daydreaming ceased as the bathroom door opened to reveal Kurt in front of a cloud of steam.

"You know, it's so lonesome when I'm in this shower all by my naked little self," complained Kurt playfully, hiding half his body behind the door and allowing the other half to show itself before Noah in all its glory. The golden hue within the en suite streamed into the room, as if from Noah's view, he were staring at a portal right into a Roman bathhouse, Kurt an erotic bather God, enticing him into the water. At this point, Noah would do whatever Kurt asked of him. Anything. "Oh I just don't know what I'll do. Do you think you could help me, mister sir? I'll do anything you want… absolutely… anything."

Raising his visible leg, Kurt allowed his foot to stroke the white wood paneling of the door, smiling lustfully, his head tilted backwards as if the idea of being fucked repeatedly by Noah was a heaven to end all heavens. Bringing his sight back to his lover, Kurt's eyes widened in surprise before he squealed in delight, running back into the bathroom as a naked Noah all but leapt out of the bed and raced towards him, his hazel eyes hungry, ravished, his tongue hanging out like a dog's, panting for angel food sex. And there Noah entered, locking the door firmly behind him, Kurt's soft cries following soon after.

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Glee

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As the clock on the Hummel kitchen wall struck ten am, the room found Kurt, Mercedes and Burt sitting at the breakfast table munching away on their morning food. Kurt had in front of him a bowl of sweet oatmeal, with a small plate of grapes and a ripe banana alongside him. Mercedes had cradled in her hands a mug of strong coffee, which she had already filled twice already, and finally Burt was reading the morning paper, a plate of half-eaten toast next to his tea. No one was saying anything. Everyone was content with sitting in peaceful silence whilst nibbling or sipping on whatever they had. It could be said that they simply weren't morning people, but Kurt knew that Mercedes' constant intakes of coffee were due to last night's events, coupled with an online shopping extravaganza that had gone on way too long into the night.

Contrary to Mercedes' groggy like attitude and somewhat accompanying appearance, Burt was humming lightly under his breath as he flipped page after page of the paper, his eyes skimming as his foot that he'd rested on his opposite knee bobbed up and down lightly in the wake of a man with a cheerful disposition. Kurt could only smile in response as he observed his father. He too should have been bearing a grin to expose pearly white teeth what with what had happened last night but like his best friend, he was exhausted. After he had lured Noah into his bathroom following their bedroom shenanigans, they had done it again, and again, and again, all night long. In the shower, on the counter tabletop, on his bedroom floor, the list when on. Not one inch of his room hadn't been a support for all the frot fucking that had been done.

Kurt really ought to have been starving. Noah's insatiable libido, which had reawakened to this new discovery in sex, had left him dry of energy. He also began to worry if he'd ever produce semen again after having come a total of six to seven times last night. More than he'd ever done in his whole life, but he guessed it was in the job description if you were to sleep with New York's sex shark like wildlife animals on the Savannah. In the end however, the sun had risen and the night's rompous activities had come to a stop. Kurt had only then warned Noah of Mercedes and his father, how they would castrate him before stapling his mangled ball sack to his forehead if they discovered him, a stranger in Kurt's bed, their debauched boy tangled in sweaty sheets with Noah's man milk all over his chest. Never a good first impression.

Noah had bolted soon after that, his tanned skin paling somewhat as Kurt had not skimped out on the results of being caught. They had already been at risk with the racket of the front door commotion, their midnight fight, the early morning fuck fest, and of course anything else they weren't aware of. Sneaking his way out the front door undetected, Noah had left before Mercedes had awoken from her sleeping perch on the couch. Burt had not appeared from his room, in fact, the morning paper rounds hadn't arrived by the time Noah had brought Kurt in for a deep farewell kiss, complete with tongue and topped with delicious moans that would have rendered even the sex gods themselves envious, before disappearing into Lima, no doubt to find refuge in some hotel. There he would no doubt stay until Kurt returned to New York.

"So Kurt," began Mercedes, taking a long swig from her mug as the boy turned to look at her, his thoughts of Noah snapping from his mind. No one had spoken for at least five whole minutes, so even Burt peered around his paper to eye her before resuming his attention to the interesting article he had been gazing over. However, despite Mercedes' light tone for a conversation starter, Kurt shifted nervously in his seat. There was a somewhat mischievous glint in her eye, as if she were about to begin something set to only make him squirm. "Did your 'friend' say all he had to say?"

"Mercedes, zip the lip," replied Kurt warningly, his blue eyes flashing dangerously as Mercedes shrugged innocently, getting up from the table to refill her mug by the counter. The diva was messing with him, and he wasn't in the mood. He'd no idea how his father would react to the news of Noah Puckerman having nearly knocked down his door to get to his only son and child, in what could only be described as a fit of unabashed desperation. Kurt predicted not good at all. "If you must know, yes he did. We had a long talk, he told me everything he had to say and now we're good."

"Who are you talking about?" asked Burt, setting aside his paper as Kurt flitted an anxious look in his father's direction. He didn't reply. Mercedes was too busy dunking a teaspoon in her mug to retract the topic of conversation or even to help him get out of it by starting a new one. It was obvious she didn't like Puckerman. Kurt wondered if she'd developed a bruise on her backside from last night because of Noah, or maybe she was mad at Kurt for having allowed the man into his room or even allowing him to stay in the house at all. Payback was a bitch. "Kurt? Did you meet up with any of your McKinley friends?"

"Well Burt, he's not so much from McKinley as he is from New York, and he's not so much a friend as he is a-"

"'Cedes, be quiet!"

"What Kurt? I think your dad would like to know who came by last night."

"No he doesn't, shut up!"

"What are you kids going on about? Who came by the house last night?" inquired Burt, leaning his elbows on the table as his eyes narrowed in concern. In response, Kurt could only send his friend a withering look as she proceeded to lean against the counter and sip casually at her coffee. Oh how how the boy wished to stick Mercedes' head in a vat of the stuff and watch her drown in it. He was drowning himself. He couldn't beat around the bush any longer, especially since Burt was now fixing him with an 'answer me now!' expression. Fuck. "Kurt? Son, tell me who came by. Was it someone you know?"

"Pfft, not just someone. Noah Puckerman."

"'Cedes!"

"Well Kurt, what did you think would happen with me here?"

"You're still here?! Really?! Because I had no idea!"

"Noah Puckerman? As in the son of Thomas Puckerman, the founder of the Puckerman Conglomerate? That Puckerman?" asked Burt surprised, his eyes blowing wide as Kurt nodded in confirmation. The Hummel household had many products designed by companies owned by the Puckerman's. The television set was made by a Japanese brand owned by the conglomerate. The Puckerman's owned even their bank. "Kurt, I know you told me that back in New York you've made some friends in high places, but Puckerman high places? I'm impressed. Give the guy kudos for good company management."

"Dad, he isn't running the company yet. He's still at college."

"Then why was he here last night? He didn't hear of you coming here and decide to... follow you... oh."

"Dad, it's not what you think."

"He's the guy, isn't he Kurt? The guy you're running away from."

"I'd really rather not talk about this, dad," muttered Kurt, sighing as he picked up his oatmeal bowl before placing it into the dishwasher. Returning his uneaten side plate of fruit to the bowl on the counter, Kurt moved solemnly around the kitchen, Mercedes looking on in guilt as she caught sight of how her friend's face seemed to sketch the word 'ashamed' across it's porcelain features. Kurt had gone through deep, traumatic times during his short time in New York and he didn't need her blabbing away to his father when it was his right to tell him. She felt awful. "May I be excused from the table?"

"No Kurt. I know you're hurting right now but I really do think it's time for us to talk. I need to know what went on in New York. I need to know what made that Puckerman boy feel the need to travel 530 miles to come all the way over here," replied Burt as Kurt turned to him. "Son, I'm your dad. I love you and I'm here for you. Yes, you keep me in the dark sometimes and yes, it gets to me, but when I sense it's serious, I want to know. All through High School, you've dealt with your own problems, and sometimes you wouldn't even tell Mercedes here. You've got to learn to let people in, to let me in Kurt."

"I will let you in dad, in time, but for now, I just have to murder my treacherous friend," replied Kurt calmly as he fixed Mercedes with a calm look that held within it a colder chill than a death glare. However, in her defense, if she'd left it up to Kurt, the boy most likely wouldn't have let Burt in on Noah until he on his deathbed. Back in high school, it had taken three months for Kurt to reveal his relationship with Blaine to Burt, all because he feared his father would not approve of the Dalton boy. Burt's approval meant everything to him. "Seriously though dad, give it time. Let me come to you, please?"

"Fine, all right Kurt. I'll leave it up to you, just... I don't know... don't get yourself into any more trouble, okay?" asked Burt as Kurt nodded with a smile, going over to his father and wrapping him up in an appreciative hug. Despite the finality in Kurt's tone, Burt still wished to pursue his argument, but the sweet face of his son battled his desire and he sighed in defeat. Incessantly pursuing the problem would only push Kurt further away and he could already feel his son coming ever closer to trusting him with all this. By the sounds of it, it was going to be one wild story. "Well I've finished here. I'll be in my study if you kids need me."

"Thanks for the extra large coffee batch Burt, I needed it," smiled Mercedes, Burt putting away his used dishes and cutlery as he threw the diva an according grin of his own. As the man waved back at them both before disappearance round the corner, his footsteps growing ever fainter until with a shut of a door they ceased, the kitchen once again resumed to it's quiet state. Kurt was staring out the window from the table, his aqua eyes unblinking and unmoving whilst Mercedes glanced back at him apologetically, her figure approaching as he turned to her. "I'm sorry boo; I didn't mean to be a bitch."

"It's alright 'Cedes. You've never been a morning person and I know you're still pissed at Noah after last night, but... I... God, I'm so tired," trailed Kurt, Mercedes nodding as she lifted Kurt to his feet before leading him back to his room, his head resting on her shoulder as she rubbed her hand up and down his lower back reassuringly. "... I just wish telling my dad about him wasn't so difficult. Why does it have to be? I mean, he knows of him now. I guess that's step one. It's just a case of letting him in on everything else... but that's just it. Everything else is 'you're grounded for a year' material."

"Okay Kurt, maybe your dad will go a little crazy when he hears certain parts, which is why you have to go to him at the right time. Tell him all about it after he's had a good meal or... I don't know, had a beer after Deadliest Catch," suggested Mercedes, opening the basement door to Kurt's bedroom and manoeuvring them in as they slowly descended the stairs one by one. "Or of course you could tell him just as you're about to board the plane so that by the time it really sinks in, you'll be sky high whilst he's shaking his fists up into the air."

"That's an idea... no, I don't think so. I'm going to man up and tell him face to face where I can't run and I can't hide... well maybe run," replied Kurt, Mercedes giggling as she directed the boy over to the one of the armchairs in the center of the room before opening the basement window. The fresh air from outside came gushing in as Kurt took in a deep breath of the stuff, allowing himself to sink even lower into the cream-colored chair. "Maybe if I include some of the stuff Noah and I discussed about last night, he'll go easier on me. We did settle some key issues we had."

"Like what?"

"I'll tell you later. I just want to-"

"Wash your sheets?"

"What?"

"Your sheets, Kurt. They're all damp and your room is a tip. What the hell happened last night? Did you have a nightmare or something before you slept walked into everything in here?" inquired Mercedes as she shook her head at the condition of Kurt's room. Schoolbooks were all over the floor, some furniture pieces has been budged, folders and binders were scattered haphazardly near the wall and what had happened to the bed? The sheets were stained, the quilt strewn, a pillow on the floor. It all looked like a case of noctambulism. Either that or... they didn't! "Er Kurt, did you and Puckerman-"

"No 'Cedes! All Noah and I did was talk. I admit it took longer than I expected but that's all we did," gushed Kurt quickly as he snapped out of the frozen state he'd just entered. He'd spent so much time persuading Noah that there wasn't time for morning sex before bundling him out of the house that he hadn't had time to tidy up his tip of a room. He'd left the evidence of last night absolutely everywhere and now Mercedes was jumping to conclusions, eying everything before her with a knowing smile set forth to burst from her lips. "Why don't you get my laptop. We can surf the shopping sites if you want."

"If you like, but can we do it upstairs? I get the sense you and Noah did it literally everywhere in this room," replied Mercedes, shrugging before grinning as Kurt's mouth gaped open, his tongue trying to conjure something to say that would help him defend his 'just talking' lie. Yet, it was no use. Mercedes knew she'd guessed right and so all he could do was hide his blush as he stripped the bed, rearranged the furniture to it's former positions and picked up all his school supplies until the room resembled it's old pristine self. "Don't worry about it boo. I could smell the fornication as soon as I came in."

"No wonder you opened the window. Damn it, rookie mistake," sighed Kurt in frustration, ending the final touches to his room before bringing out a fresh bed set from his drawers and laying it down by the mattress. Offering to help him set everything up, Mercedes made work on the pillows as Kurt set the sheet, all the while attempting to ignore the looks the diva was throwing at him. Bedroom antics was one of the juiciest tit bits of gossip there was and the idea of her boy getting some at the hands of a burly billionaire. Oh, she couldn't resist. "For God's sake 'Cedes, just ask already."

"How was he?"

"It was the best sex of my life."

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Glee

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The next day, as six pm ticked it's way closer to existence, Kurt found himself in front of the Columbus Airport, his father and best friend before him in the midst of a shuffling crowd all around. Cars were arriving and departing, planes were landing or taking off, and the gentle if not slightly robotic like female voice of the announcer was letting everyone know each and every departure time. In some ways, it was all giving him a welcoming reminder of the busy streets of New York. He was happy to be returning. He missed New York. He missed his apartment, his friends, the modeling, everything. It only really proved that revisiting Lima had done him a world of good and while he would miss Burt along with the fact that Mercedes would soon be on the other side of the country in California, he believed it was time to resume his life.

As for Noah, Kurt had not seen ever since the night they had spent together. The man had texted Kurt his whereabouts to the local hotel in the center of town and Kurt had had to smile at the fact that Noah had had to go around the boy's hometown incognito, large shades and hunched appearance melting him right into the cow town that was Ohio's shit stain. Kurt at first had had to wonder why Noah had not fled the area in favor of flying home, but something in the way the man had seemed to breathe the country air more deeply offered a sense to Kurt that he hadn't been the only one naming this visit as somewhat of a retreat. And it was a retreat Kurt had treated it as such. He'd spent as much time with his father and Mercedes as possible, engaging in a whole range of activities that would no doubt occupy his mind during his flight.

However, one accomplishment Kurt could be proud of was the fact that he had finally come to talk to his father about everything that had happened in New York. No details had been skimped out and everything had been mentioned when both he and Burt had sat in the study for the talk, Mercedes having keenly pressed her ear to the door for any hint of a rising shout from the man. Kurt had to admit however, that it had not been easy. Especially when it had come to discuss how rude he had been at the Padova Pad. His father had shaken his head in shame, shocked that Kurt could have exhibited such behavior in front of so many people. It was quite unlike his son. However, his thoughts had soon changed at the mention of the Balencia Ball's events, what had happened in the penthouse, and everything else following.

In the end, Burt had done no more than laugh wholeheartedly and smile at the mention of either Kurt's lollipop stumble in Central Park or the way he'd nearly clocked a photographer in the shrubbery outside his apartment, or to grip his seat in near explosive like anger at the sound of the collection of names Anita had called him along with how Noah had seemed to take advantage of him, manipulating him like a pale puppet. Quite a roller coaster of a reaction if you asked Kurt, although the hug his father gave him at the end seemed to clinch it as the one of the best. Of course, the mention of what had gone in Kurt's bedroom a certain night had been scratched from the record, but replacing it with news of Noah approaching his mother on dating Kurt officially, did seem to appease Burt to some degree. It would solve the problem of infidelity.

Now, however, was the time to bid farewell to his family and to his friend. He was now accustomed to large places like airports without getting lost before stumbling upon broom closets where sounds of a certain nature seemed only to emanate loudly from, and he was always checking to bag to check whether he really did have his pepper spray at hand should anyone come along for a less then welcoming nature. He had laughed out loud when Burt had suggested using the device on Noah should he ever come to revert temporarily back to 'spoilt brat mode', but he had assured his father that a softer touch need only be applied precisely in the right place if such an attitude return, and by soft touch he meant a dictionary, and by right place he meant the head, or the groin, whatever worked best.

"You better invite us to stay over soon, Kurt. It sounds as if all the drama is happening in New York and baby, I was born for drama," smiled Mercedes, bringing him in for a hug as Kurt found his face drowning in a sea of black hair. The scent was pure diva, oozing of richness and glamor, it was just Mercedes. Even if all she used was lemon scented shampoo and conditioner. "Just don't forget to text or ring me once in a while. Facebook, Twitter or email me if you like, although I would prefer to hear your voice since I rarely check them as often as I used to. Don't forget, okay."

"Don't worry 'Cedes, I'll Skype you as often as I can. How does that sound?" suggested Kurt, pulling from their hug and eying Mercedes with a look that had her nodding enthusiastically. God, he really was going to miss his favorite diva. She'd have no use for pepper spray in New York. She was the chocolate diva. "As soon as my agency grants me another vacation, you can come visit me in the big city, but it's only fair if you do the same 'Cedes. I want to know how life's hanging in L.A., what with your hot weather and your Hollywood hotspots and any other envious inducing things that that I've missed."

"Come here, son. Come give your old man a hug before you go," coaxed Burt, pulling Kurt into his arms and flush against his chest for a last farewell hug that had the boy taking in his father's masculine scent of mint with the aroma from the garage. Weird to some, but home to him. As it ended, Kurt rubbed Burt's arm in reassurance before picking up his suitcase and accompanying bag before swiveling around and heading through the airport's doors, waving back at them as he left. He'd already previously uttered his goodbyes to his father but now, it was time to get going. New York, here I come... a second time.

As soon as the sight of Mercedes and Burt disappeared behind a clattering crowd, all of which milling around as they went about their various destinations, Kurt began his own journey to his plane. He missed them already. They had never once strayed from their places beyond the doors as they had watched him leave and for the next two hours after checking in, he was going to have nothing to do but think about them. Them and of course Noah. Kurt didn't actually know where Noah was. If he had even booked out of the Lima Hotel or whether he'd already caught a flight back to New York. He'd text the man later, but for now, with time ticking away, and exiting security and passport control with now only an hour until take off, he had time to just relax and be. Maybe he go check out the stores here. Maybe this airport had a-

"Hey babe," whispered a voice behind Kurt, an unsuspecting hand landing on his shoulder, guiding him to the side of the mall and behind a pillar as the poor boy gasped in both shock and fright before he coming face to face with Noah. Placing a hand over his wildly beating heart, Kurt lightly glared at the man before smacking him round the head. He hated when people sneaked up behind him. He'd had enough of that in high school, yet he couldn't stay mad at Noah for long. The man was here and he was safe and he was... wearing dark clothes with shades several sizes too big. "Sorry Kurt, I missed you."

"Just don't ever do that to me again. You're lucky you're wearing shades, I would have poked the hell out your eyes."

"Well then I guess I'm glad I'm wearing them."

"Why are you wearing them?"

"You know why Kurt."

"Right, so you can pretend to go undercover and play top secret spies with a license to kill?" replied Kurt smirking, crossing his arms across his chest as Noah pouted in his wake. Leave it up to this man to make a game out of dodging the eye of the public. Then again, being caught wasn't too much fun and hiding after a while got really old. No wonder Noah had attempted to bring in a little fun. Admittedly, it did look kind of fun. "Oh come on Noah, take them off. I want to see you. Besides this is an airport in Ohio, no one's going to recognize you, especially ever since you shaved that dated Mohawk off."

"Hey, don't bash the cut Kurt. That Mohawk was totally hot. It made the Puckersaurus, the Puck-fasa," retorted Noah, bringing his hands to his shaved head before lightly stroking his buzz cut in remembrance of such an awesome haircut. The man must have loved that do is all Kurt could think if it made him enter a nostalgic haze like the one he was in. Made it all the more puzzling that he's got rid of it. "It brought all the girls to the yard, and even the hot twinks. Come on baby, you can't stand there and tell me you didn't like it. It turned you on didn't it? Go on, admit it."

"Yeah, maybe if I'd lived in the punk rock world of the 70s where Mohawks reined supreme on the heads of most music concert rockers, but in this decade circa. now, I saw it as nothing but a horrific result from a rogue razor," retorted Kurt as he shook his head, Noah's pout ever more pronounced as the boy giggled before stealing a kiss from those already puckered lips. "Believe me Noah; you look so much better with a buzz cut. You have a well-shaped head, it really shows it off. It suits you, and I'm telling you right now, that's what would bring me to the yard, that's what I like and that's what turns me on."

"Really?"

"You have no idea."

"Are you turned on now?"

"No, I'm still wrapping my head around the fact that you referred to yourself as 'the Puckersaurus' and... wait, what was other one again?"

"Puck-fasa. Yeah, they're just a bunch of lame names I called myself when I was back in high school. I thought it was pretty bad ass when I was sixteen, but now looking back, it's just embarrassing," muttered Noah, Kurt smiling apologetically before he was brought shuffling forward by two large hands hands on his waist. Soon after, Noah buried his face in the boy's neck as if too embarrassed to continue. It was utterly adorable. "There was the Puckerone, the Puckster, oh and of course Puckzilla down there... wow, I've just heard that in my head and that is so not sexy. My God, that is like the biggest turn off ever."

"Well like I've said before Noah, I think it's kind of cute, but now that you've learned from the mistakes of your teenage imagination, I'd suggest only referring to your dick as Puckzilla solely on special occasions," replied Kurt as he rubbed his hand along Noah's chest reassuringly. It did help to soothe the man to some extent. Running a list of everyone he'd slept with, Noah recalled the odd looks they'd thrown him at his attempts at dirty talk with such a vocabulary. No wonder they'd all sat on his face to shut him up but thank God he'd found Kurt. The only person so far who actually considered the term as endearing. "Oh crap, Noah I better get going. My flight leaves in half an hour. When's your flight?"

"Now. I'm catching the same flight back as you babe, but I made some minor adjustments. I upgraded you," grinned Noah, Kurt's eyes widening as an announcement declared the gates now open to their flight. A number of people wear picking up their belongings and heading in the direction of the plane and as Noah picked up his own, along with Kurt's small leather satchel, he placed a hand in the boy's lower back before leading them both towards the gate. "That's right baby, you're riding first class with me. I can't have you in economy when you could be sitting in my lap now could I?"

"When did you do this? Surely you would have needed my approval or something," inquired Kurt, attempting to decipher the pleased look on Noah's face. The boy did have the sneaky suspicion that shades might have been lowered before the woman at the kiosk, topped with a wink, and a flirty voice. Oh Noah. "You know, I could have afforded a first class ticket if I wanted one Noah. I would have missed being able to afford food for the next week or so but hey, I'm a model. I mean no one has more than a measly carrot stick and cashew nut in their fridges when it comes to this industry."

"I know, but I just wanted to do this for you... you know, after I barged into your house and everything."

"Noah, all you need do is stop doing those things and maybe you wouldn't have to keep on making it up to me."

"I like spoiling you though. Besides later, without me around on touch down, you wouldn't have been able join me on the detour."

"What detour? What are you talking about?"

"Oh, didn't I say?" asked Noah in mock seriousness as Kurt threw him a look of impatience coupled with slight anxiousness. The boy didn't have time to play games. He was now heading to a plane that by the sounds of it would be flying him off to some unknown land and he didn't have time to waste. His two-week break from work was now over and his Elite model agency wanted him back as soon as possible. He didn't want to push his luck and he didn't want to face a 'more money rolling out than in' situation. Although, as soon as Noah turned to face him before the gate, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, Kurt's breath shuddered.

"We're off to the Hamptons baby."

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Author's Note: This was the first sex but there will be more further on down the line.

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