Catalyst

Chapter 20

By Dani J.

Summary: Kurt and Blaine have decided to just be friends and the dapper boy realized he really missed Dalton Academy so he's gone back. No Klaine-bashing is intended, it just wouldn't have worked for this fic. However, Kurt has an admirer in a new kid… and Puck isn't happy at all but doesn't seem willing to step up.

A/N: Sorry about the super-long wait, guys! Thank you all for the continued feedback with your reviews, favorites and PMs. You guys are awesome! Hope you enjoy this one.

Disclaimer: I own nothing whatsoever. Blame RM and company for this unfairly attractive and addictive group of characters. Well, except for my cute, original character, Kristopher.

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Last chapter:"Yes," Santana crowed, leaning towards Kris as if she wanted to give him a congratulatory high-five. Thank goodness, she didn't. "I knew you had real balls hiding somewhere! The way you walked into this school, set your sights on the Ice Princess and just went for it; I knew you were different."

Something inside of Kris cringed at her words but he couldn't back down now. He would make a play for Kurt again because, after all, they say all's fair in love and war. If Puckerman wasn't up to the battle, he'd have to leave the field and Kurt was the prize that Kris wanted. Thanks to Santana, they'd both end up getting what they wanted.

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It was Saturday again and Finn, Artie, Mike and Sam sprawled across the floor of the family room of the Hudson-Hummel domicile, none of them addressing the elephant in the room. The guys' night of games and junk food would normally have included one or maybe two other guys. However, the two other guys were in another part of the house probably doing stuff that the four in the family room were trying not to think about.

They played for a while, Finn getting up at one point to get more sodas and chips and then Sam quietly asked, "Uhm, so, aren't Puck and Kurt going to come hang out with us?"

There was silence but for the sound effects of any number of soldiers and aliens firing at one another. Then Finn sort of shrugged without removing his eyes from the screen and muttered, "It's fine, there's enough of us playing now."

Sam, a bit clueless, spoke up again. "Yeah, but Puck usually hangs out with us. What could he be doing with Kurt that's more fun than this?"

A vaguely horrified silence descended that was thankfully aborted when Artie let out a bark of laughter. Within seconds, Sam had turned cherry red and the others were rolling with raucous and vaguely suggestive laughter. Artie wiped his eyes under his glasses, looked at Sam and shook his head at him pityingly.

"Do we have to switch to stuff on the Internet to give you an idea just what is more fun with Kurt?"

Sam's eyes widened comically and he flashed his hands almost hysterically in front of him. The others laughed again as he hurried to assure them: "No! No, no, no, it's okay; it's all good… I'm good!"

The laughter slowly died down, even Sam having got in a chuckle or two at his own naïveté and gradually their full attention was returned to the huge screen. Well, all but one of them was concentrating, the other was wondering what indeed his brother was getting up to, down in that basement with his best friend.

It wasn't as if Kurt could get pregnant, Finn mused uneasily; it was just that he didn't want either of them to get hurt. He and Puck had known each other from they were playing in sandboxes together, their moms hovering in the backgrounds and exchanging war stories about what it was like raising kids on their own. Puck was really the brother he had never had and always wanted, despite the crap that had gone down between them. Kurt, on the other hand, was rapidly becoming a brother that he never in a million years would have thought he could come to love. If this thing between Kurt and Puck was going to end badly, he, Finn was going to be well and truly stuck in the middle, loving them both and not knowing who to side with.

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The objects of his uneasy musings were downstairs at the moment, lying against each other and talking in spurts of desultory conversation. Kurt smiled to himself as he stroked Noah who was lying contentedly against him as if he were a large, overfed housecat. They were both tactile people and this – snuggling – seemed to feed some need in both boys.

Kurt ran his long fingers through Noah's hair now and hummed to himself while Noah slid his hand slowly up and down Kurt's stomach. Thankfully, Kurt was not ticklish in that area and that was good; Noah had been doing this for the better part of twenty minutes. In fact, Kurt was a little turned on by the attention but Noah seemed satisfied with the soft caresses, at least for now.

Noah knew that Kurt was slightly aroused; heck, that impressive bulge was right in his line of sight, the way his head was resting on Kurt's chest. He too was experiencing a low-grade hum that was surprisingly pleasant. His reason for not letting things escalate was as simple as it was revealing: he was in love with Kurt and he didn't want this to just be about fucking.

Most of the last five years had been about getting off; with girls, women – as long as they were willing and ready, he would jump on it. He was not backward in coming forward as his Nana would say, he thought with a nearly smug grin. Yet, with Kurt it was somehow deeper and wider, this feeling that spread inexorably through him. He felt, lying here with Kurt, that this was something he could see himself doing down through the years. They'd be lying like this in their bed, on a beach, in a park, wherever. And Kurt would be playing with his hair just like he was now. That thought, of them down through the years, made his throat tighten and he couldn't speak just now.

Kurt thought the boys upstairs would be surprised to know that Noah and he were down in his room simply lying on the bed together. He knew how those boys thought; he himself was not a typical teenager but he had spent more than enough time around those particular boys to guess at their thoughts.

No, Noah was the one that surprised him and he was happy that it wasn't all about sex for the tanned jock. Kurt abhorred the idea of being reduced to the same category as Santana and all those other cheerleaders and MILFs. Noah's reputation was something that would hang around him for a long, long time but Kurt for once was confident that this boy felt deeply for him.

Another smug little smile curved Kurt's full pink lips and Noah, who had moved slightly to adjust his position, tilted his head as he looked at his boyfriend.

"What has you smirking like the cat that's been at the cream, Kurt Hummel?" Noah's voice was husky from disuse and Kurt loved how it sounded. He smiled, his blue-blue eyes twinkling wickedly.

"Oh, just thinking about what Santana and company will be missing out on, is all?"

Noah straightened up fully and looked Kurt square in the eye now. "Yeah, well, I just hope that the opposite is true, too."

Kurt tilted his head with a quizzical look on his face. "The opposite – what do you mean?"

Noah let out a little puff of breath and rolled his eyes before looking away from Kurt, not wanting him to see the frown on his face. "Just that I hope that Kris guy knows he's to keep his hands to himself!"

He startled as Kurt let out an incredulous laugh, his cheeks flushing and his eyes twinkling more. He settled back more comfortably on his pillows and held his pale, slender arms out to Noah and commanded, "Come here; it seems my baby needs reassuring."

The pout on Noah's lips made Kurt want to smack him and hug him simultaneously but it also made him laugh that Noah could be jealous. He hugged the larger boy to him and waited for Noah to find a comfortable spot at his side, his head now on Kurt's shoulder and partly on the pillows.

"Noah, you know I have no control over Kristopher's behavior, right?" At the little nod he continued. "That doesn't mean I'll stand for any crap from him. A blind man could see that I chose you over him; never doubt that, okay?"

His hand rubbed up and down one of Noah's muscular arms and he reveled in the feel of the warm, silky skin. If anyone had seen them, it would probably have looked odd that Kurt was the one in the dominant position with Noah nestled against him. However, if anyone truly knew Kurt, it would be common knowledge that Kurt was a nurturer. He could feel Noah's uncertainty beneath his skin and it was his job as his boyfriend to provide the assurance that nothing would jeopardize this new and very important relationship.

"Yeah, I know… I just want him to know that… and to stay away." Noah muttered, reveling in the feel of Kurt's soft palm rubbing up and down his arm. If being a brat got him this attention from Kurt, hmmm…

He felt Kurt's chuckle as much as he heard it. "Noah, honey, I won't go around wearing a tag or label saying I belong to you so you just have to deal… and no fighting, either!"

Noah raised his head quickly, shooting Kurt a look of mock indignation. "Me, I'll be a perfect gentleman… until he gives me reason to kick his punk ass!"

They laughed aloud at that and then as it dwindled, Noah leaned down and took Kurt's lips in a soft, languorous kiss. Kurt sighed into the feeling of their lips moving together and after a while, parted his lips to invite Noah inside.

Noah's pulse leapt as he slid his tongue inside Kurt's sweet, hot mouth. Damn, he couldn't seem to get enough of kissing this boy and he slid one of his hands slowly down Kurt's stomach to stop just above the waist of the cut-off jeans Kurt was wearing.

Kurt gasped into the kiss as he felt Noah's hand wandering down his body. He barely stopped himself from squirming and then from moaning in protest as Noah stopped just short of his waistband. He pulled his mouth away and stared up into Noah's dark eyes.

Noah seemed to be waiting for permission and Kurt took a deep breath and nodded. Noah's eyes closed briefly and then it was his turn to take a breath before sliding his hand beneath the cloth.

His fingers registered the feel of the jeans material against the backs of his fingers but strangely enough, there was no corresponding feel of cotton beneath them. His eyes flew up to Kurt in a question and saw the devilish twinkle in Kurt's.

"Where're your briefs?!"

Kurt rolled his eyes, reached his hand down and un-snapped the metal stud at the waist of his shorts. He settled back with one eyebrow raised imperiously at his boyfriend as if to say, 'Well, what are you waiting for?' and Noah grinned but proceeded to slide the zipper down.

Noah's eyes tracked the teeth of the zipper as he moved it slowly down and his eyes widened as he saw dark, neatly trimmed pubic hair appear beneath his fingers. He took another, deeper breath, flicked his eyes back at Kurt's briefly and then touched the hair.

Kurt's hips lifted involuntarily when Noah's fingers rubbed against the hair at the base of his cock. He bit down onto his bottom lip but didn't make a sound, holding his breath as he waited to see what Noah would do. This would be the first time, to his knowledge, that Noah would be touching another guy's 'junk'.

Noah shifted to kneel on the bed, one hand still resting slightly on Kurt's lower abdomen with his long fingers enjoying the feel of the silky hair. He looked back at Kurt's face, seeing the way he was torturing his bottom lip and then he grinned.

"I can't believe you were lying here commando the whole time," he said softly, a little bit of awe in his voice. He was just a tad nervous because this was a first for him but Kurt had such a beautiful body, he was dying to see what his cock looked like. He took a deep breath, withdrew his hand and then tapped Kurt's hip. The slender boy got the hint and lifted his hips off the bed. Noah shifted so that he could pull the ragged shorts down and then he caught his breath.

Kurt was long, thick and uncut, a real beauty to Noah's untrained eyes. The color of the skin was pale but not as pale as the rest of his body, with a faint flush of pink. The head though, that could be seen peeking just above the folds of skin, was a gorgeous rose color and Noah stared at it, mesmerized.

"It won't bite, you know."

Noah startled slightly and then threw a slight pouting look at his laughing boyfriend. He moved a hand tentatively to wrap around the base of the cock before him, holding it firm so he could look more closely, eye to eye, so to speak, and then he chuckled.

"Dude, I never thought I'd ever find another guy's cock beautiful… but this is it."

Kurt felt his cheeks heat up and he smiled. "Thank you, maybe I'll pose for you one of these days."

Noah looked up at him, startled. Kurt knew that he could draw? His boyfriend must have understood because he nodded.

"Yeah, I saw one of your drawing pads a couple of years ago. You're pretty good. I don't know why you downplay such a cool talent."

Noah shook his head. "Nah, it's not badass enough. A punk like me shouldn't be doing still-lifes and nature studies, you know," he said now with a hint of bitterness beneath the light words.

Kurt blew a soft raspberry and then stroked a gentle hand down the arm nearest him. "You know that's crap, right? Anyway, we'll soon be out of this benighted cow-town; you can do and be anyone you want. In fact, I will insist that you pursue this talent of yours."

Noah looked at him, a deeper feeling of warmth beyond the sexual arousal permeating his soul. He nodded and quirked his eyebrow sardonically at Kurt. "Yes, master; anything you say, master."

Kurt burst out laughing but nodded decisively. "Yes, and you'd better remember that, too."

Noah smiled at him and then turned back to the matter at hand. "May I kiss you, master?" His tone was soft but still playful and Kurt looked at him quizzically. Why would Noah ask permission to kiss him? However, he nodded, and then gasped when Noah bent over his crotch.

Kurt's whole body stiffened as Noah placed not one but several kisses all over his straining cock, leaving the longest for the dewy head.

"Oh, god, Noah!" Kurt's words were gritted out behind one of Kurt's fists and that was a good thing. Noah wouldn't want Finn to come banging on the door to find out why Kurt was yelling.

He kissed up and down the length of Kurt's gorgeous cock and then kissed and licked at the head. Finally he got up enough courage to actually slide his mouth around and then down the thick appendage. One part of his mind detached itself from his aroused body to catalogue the flavors of Kurt's body as well as the scents and he felt himself hardening even more.

Kurt smelled like the shower gel he used all the time; Noah was quite familiar with it by this time. He also had a dry, musky scent that was very masculine but complemented the scent of the shower gel. Noah realized that he loved it… and the fact that the smell of Kurt's pre-come was not too sharp. He was quite familiar with the smell and taste of his own; hey, he was a curious boy so he had checked it out.

Now he found himself maneuvering around so that he was finally sat between Kurt's spread legs with his head bobbing up and down over Kurt's crotch. Kurt was making these hot little mewling sounds and his hips were doing this tiny writhing movement that almost looked like dancing. God, the boy was sexy!

Noah felt like all his senses were overloading on Kurt and he dropped his hand down to his crotch to press the heel of his palm against it. He didn't want to come in his pants like a raw kid but he was rapidly heading there.

"Noah, Noah!"

He finally realized that Kurt was calling to him almost desperately and he lifted his head, unaware of the glazed look on his own face. He didn't know why Kurt would interrupt him when he was really getting into this and he frowned at the boy before him.

"I was busy!"

Kurt's chuckle startled him and he sat back on his knees to hear what he wanted. Kurt flicked his hand in a 'come here' gesture and Noah almost reluctantly let go of the juicy cock and slid up the slender body. Kurt lunged up to kiss him voraciously as he got closer and Noah moaned into his mouth. When they pulled back they stared at each other, their chests heaving and eyes dilated with lust.

Kurt smiled at him in that sultry way he had, just one side of his full lips quirking up. "Take off your clothes and turn around," he whispered huskily and Noah's heart leapt at the command.

Scrambling off the bed and almost tripping in his haste, he rapidly divested himself of his tank, jeans and boxers and then leapt back onto the bed. Kurt simply shook his head, a smile still curving his lips and then worked his way out of his own tee-shirt while still lying on the bed. He threw it on the floor and then said, "Get on the bed and turn around, head that way; I want to have some fun, too."

Noah's eyes widened and he was sure his mouth dropped open and then he was hurrying to follow Kurt's instruction. Hell, yeah, he could get with the whole sixty-nine thing!

Within a minute they had found a rhythm that worked for them, Kurt lying almost flat on the bed with just his head propped up as he nearly deep-throated Noah as Noah's mouth suckled ardently at Kurt's generous flesh.

The sounds in the room were a mixture of sighs, grunts and groans and the boys worked each other's flesh until Kurt let out a strangled cry of, "Oh, god!" That was warning enough for Noah whose balls had pulled up tight to his body at Kurt's cry. He slid his mouth up until only his lips were covering the head and then Kurt let loose, shooting strings of come into Noah's waiting mouth. The taste, the warmth, the smell and the sounds of Kurt coming was enough to trigger his own and he came, groaning deep in his throat as he struggled not to plunge his cock down Kurt's throat.

Kurt writhed against the hot, muscular body as he swallowed down Noah's tangy offering, one hand milking the pulsing length and the other gently massaging the tight sac. Kurt moaned at the feeling of Noah's heavy body and his thick length in his mouth, feeling like he was surrounded and in a world where only Noah counted.

Noah felt felt like the top of his head had been about to come off with the intensity of his orgasm and one thing he suddenly realized: guys could hardly fake when they'd had a good time! He chuckled softly and then eased off, turned around and snuggled up to his boyfriend.

Kurt smiled at the sound of Noah's chuckle and when the larger boy was once against settled against him, he stroked a hand down his sweaty back and asked him what was so funny.

Noah lifted drowsy brown eyes to Kurt's beautiful flushed face and grinned. "Just realized that guys can't fake having a good time."

Kurt giggled but nodded. "Yeah, true – at least mostly. I know if we'd used condoms it would have been easier to pretend, or so I hear."

Noah tilted his head to look at him, a curious glint in his eyes. "So, you're saying you've never had to fake it?"

Kurt shook his head, a soft smile on his lips. "No, not really; things weren't always mind-blowing but it's easy for guys to get off. At least, easier than for girls, I guess."

Noah settled his head back onto Kurt's chest but nodded. "Yeah, I used to wonder if some of the people I'd been with ever had to fake it with me. Didn't worry about it much, though."

Kurt made a scoffing sound but continued stroking Noah's nape. "No, you wouldn't; after all, you're Lima's premier stud."

Noah echoed the scoffing noise and stroked his hand down Kurt's abdomen and then around his navel and settled on stroking the smooth area below.

"I don't know who came up with that, you know. I didn't really spread it; I probably boasted a couple of times in the locker room, like we do, and then it took off from there."

Kurt nodded. "That's okay; I rather like the idea – now that you're mine."

Noah raised his head, a vulnerable look in his eyes, and asked: "Really?"

Kurt frowned slightly. "Really what? That I don't mind … or that you're mine now."

Noah nodded. "The second part."

Kurt grinned and tugged him back down. "Oh, yes, I'd love to see anyone try to take you from me now."

Noah shivered at the possessive sound in the diva's voice but realized after a second or two that he actually loved it. No one had been possessive about him, ever; his dad had walked away and his mom could barely look at him because he looked so much like his dad. Kurt wanting to keep him was a first… and he loved it.

Kurt tapped him on the shoulder now and shifted slightly. Noah got the hint and lifted off of him, looking for all the world as if he were waiting for instructions. Kurt grinned at him and leaned up to kiss him; it was supposed to have been a quick peck but it descended to another deep exploration that left them breathing hard.

Kurt smiled, his lips moist but he said now, "I think we should get up and shower. Dad only spends a half day on Saturdays at the shop and he'll want to see me upstairs when he gets in."

Noah nodded and got up off the bed, his eyes roving all over Kurt's pale, slender yet luscious body as he retrieved his clothing from off the floor. Kurt flicked an eye at his lover, having felt his heated gaze, and then he tilted his head at him.

"Aren't you going to shower with me?" It was invitation and command wrapped up in one softly uttered question and Noah found himself nodding rapidly, following as Kurt turned and walked towards his en suite.

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Kurt and Noah managed to make it downstairs in good time and after retrieving enough snacks and sodas for a small army, joined the other boys in the family room. Murder, mayhem and madness had apparently worked up a hearty appetite and all six boys dived into the food.

Noah reached over at one point to grab another handful of chips, leaning across Sam to do that. Suddenly, Sam looked at Noah, his blue eyes puzzled and then he said, "Dude, why do you smell like shower gel?"

There was a deathly silence and then, once again, raucous laughter rang around the family room as Kurt shook his head mournfully, Noah stared at Sam with huge eyes and Mike rolled around on the carpet. Artie was the first to recover and finally, as the laughter died down to a more manageable level, he looked at Sam.

"Dude, seriously? Don't ever change."

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TBC