Chapter Five: Kurt's House

Standing outside Kurt's house without the intention of vandalising anything on the property was a new sensation for Noah. He wasn't quite sure what to do with himself as he stood on the doorstep, having just rung the doorbell and settled for leaning one hand against the doorframe and slipping the other into his pocket.

No sooner had the door opened than Puck was being pulled into the Hummel house and shoved into the door as it slammed closed.

"Woah," he cried, "easy, Hummel..." before soft, pink lips pressed hard, but chaste, against his own. As fast as the kiss had happened, the intimate touch was gone as Kurt slid gracefully down to his knees, slender hands frantically scrambling at Noah's belt and zipper. The barely audible gasp let out buy the countertenor caused Noah's already half hard cock jump.

Big blue eyes looked up at him as a large hand gently caressed his pale cheek. "Forgot just how big you are..." Kurt murmured before his plump lips wrapped around his cock head. Puck let his head fall back and his eyes slide close as he felt his knees shake. Jesus, he's good at this... Strong slender hands gripped him at his hips, holding him upright and Noah was glad for it, the way Kurt was suckling on him was making him weak from the waist down.

Carefully, Puck let his hands slip into Kurt's immaculate hair as he opened his eyes to take in the sight of the countertenor going down on him. What he saw was almost enough to push him over the edge at an embarrassingly fast pace – completely going against his sex-shark status.

Kurt's blue-grey eyes were staring up at him, mirth in their depths, but his pupils were huge and lust-blown. Both of his hands on each of Puck's hips, gently caressing the skin between his jeans and T-shirt and his mouth open and slick running up and down his considerable member, deep-throating him with ease. Noah groaned low in his throat.

"You're so hot, Kurt." He growled, pushing back the pale boy's bangs. Kurt smiled around his mouthful, allowing his own eyes to slide close, long lashes casting gentle shadows on his cheeks, as his tongue worked wonders.

It didn't take much for Noah after that. Kurt lost himself in sucking the boy above him and as he felt tremors begin to shiver through Puck, he redoubled his efforts, moving his hands around to massage Noah's backside as he allowed the footballer to fuck his face. Kurt increased his suction as Noah's thrusting lost its rhythm, until finally he exploded; coating Kurt's throat with his seed and the countertenor gratefully swallowed every drop down.

Gasping and for breath, Noah slumped against the wall as Kurt's hands left him after tucking his member away and zipping his jeans up. When he opened his eyes, Kurt own eyes were glazed and he was softly running a forefinger back and forth over his bottom lip while his other hand was caressing his throat.

"You...You swallowed?" Noah asked, still panting lightly and a little embarrassed that it had ended so quickly. Kurt nodded absently. "Fucking hot."

"You tasted so good." Kurt moaned and just like that Noah was hard again. Why is Hummel so appealing? He thought of all his other sexual encounters up until this thing with Kurt. Whilst his more experienced partners oozed sexuality – Santana included – there was something, an innocence perhaps, Kurt possessed that not even his virgin bed partners measured up to... that's it! His inexperience and innocence is attractive, but he also has an eagerness unmatched... it is 'cause he's a dude? Strangely, the thought that Kurt was, indeed, a boy did nothing to kill his still raging hard-on.

Puck knew he should be worried, but he couldn't bring himself to care as Kurt stood and took his hand to lead him silently down to his basement room.

"Where's your Dad?" He asked, trying to ignore the fact he was in Kurt Hummel's room.

"Fishing." The countertenor replied, shifting around the room. "Make yourself at home... never thought I'd have the Noah Puckerman in my house, let alone my room."

Kurt sauntered back over to Puck. "Now, I do believe, Noah, that you sent me a text that I haven't been able to get out of my mind all day." The countertenor smirked at the taller boy, mischief in his eyes.

"Uh-huh... That I did." Noah replied, grinning as he hooked his fingers into the belt loops of Kurt's skinnies and gently pushed him back towards the plush-looking bed.

Kurt smiled at Puck as the back of his knees gave, forcing him to sit and the taller boy sank to his knees, seductively unzipping Kurt's levis. Kurt gasped as his member met the relatively cool air of his room, shuddering delicately. Noah briefly smirked up at him, jerking Kurt a couple of times, trying to get familiar with touching another boy's cock. It's not so bad, he thought as he stared intently at the piece of Kurt currently twitching in his calloused hand.

It was different to his own. Pale and slender... The foreskin still attached entranced him, as he pumped Kurt's dick there were points at which the willowy boy would gasp or moan breathlessly and Noah was positive that most of the reactions were links to this extra portion of velvety skin.

A hand gently touching his face made him desist his staring and look up into kind – sympathetic – blue orbs. "You don't have to, Noah." He whispered softly, running his hand over Puck's Mohawk soothingly. Puck shook his head, why is Kurt giving me a way out? Does he think I'm not up to it...? IS HE QUESTIONING MY BADASSNESS?!

"I want to." He whispered back, and he wasn't sure if he was surprised more by his words or the truth in them. Kurt smiled at him and patted Noah's cheek.

After he pressed a kiss into Kurt's palm, Noah got to work. Hesitantly, he licked upwards from Kurt's hairless balls to the very tip of the slender boy's member, using the tip of his tongue to lightly tickle the bundle of nerves beneath the mushrooming head. Kurt writhed, hips twitching minutely, as his hand flew from Noah's face to his muscular shoulder.

"Noah..." He groaned, finger's clenching.

Keeping one hand at the base of Kurt's erection, Puck lowered his mouth onto the tip, sucking lightly and found that he really didn't mind the taste – sweet and bitter and male. Kurt threw his head back, moaning, and the hand that wasn't clutching Noah's shoulder delicately gripped the sparse hairs at the base of his Mohawk. Encouraged, Noah continued with his ministrations sinking his mouth to take in half of Kurt's cock, consistently sucking.

Casting his mind back, he remembered everything that felt good about the blowjobs he'd received in the past and put that knowledge to work, paying particular attention to the head of the slim cock in his mouth and the vein running from base to tip. He looked up at Kurt sitting above him; the smaller boy was panting and gazing at Noah with glazed blue eyes, his hands still on the footballer. Puck's own member jumped as Kurt subconsciously licked his full lower lip and thrust forward slightly.

Later, Puck knew he would probably freak about being turned on whilst sucking cock, but as it was, he didn't give a damn and allowed his free hand to drift down to his own arousal, squeezing it before lowering the zipper and pumping himself as he continued to stare up at Kurt.

Blue eyes widened slightly as Kurt realised that the Mohawk-ed boy was pleasuring himself at the same time as sucking earnestly on Kurt. He whimpered, "So good, Noah."

Puck was pleased with Kurt's reactions, he liked the fact that prissy little Hummel was falling apart due to his actions and increased in his fervour to make Kurt reach that ultimate release. The hand currently holding the base of Kurt's penis, drifted upwards under the cashmere sweater to tweak a nipple. Kurt shivered and bit his lip, whimpering. Noah let his eyes drift closed as he concentrated on pleasuring the smaller boy.

It wasn't long before Kurt was shaking uncontrollably, pre-cum leaking into Noah's mouth at a steady pace. "Noah-ah! I'm cumming." The countertenor warned, gently pulling at the hair of Puck's Mohawk, giving him the opportunity to pull off. Noah continued suckling, looking up, once more, into Kurt's face; his hand on his own cock moved faster at the sight of Kurt gnawing on his full lip, lust glazed eyes and the sighing noises that he was making. Noah hummed and Kurt let go, flying over the edge.

Puck swallowed the first of the countertenor's seed, surprised to find it wasn't all that bad – he'd expected from the girl who'd given him a blowjob in the past for it to taste awful. As it turned out, Kurt's was reasonably sweet. Absently Puck remembered reading somewhere that the more fruit you ate, the better it tastes, then remembered that Kurt was a healthy eater.

Looking up at Kurt, milking him with his hand, Puck felt a burst of heat shoot through him and without warning he was cumming too, Kurt's name on his lips as the smaller boy continued his high-pitched mantra of, "Noah, Noah, Noah."

Slowly, both boys came down from their highs.

Kurt gently moved his thumb on Noah's face. "Wow." He whispered.

"Yeah." Noah replied, head resting on Kurt's strong, slim thigh. "Can we... I mean... I'd like to do this again..." Smoooooooth, Puckerman. You sound like a virgin.

"Me too." Kurt smiled down at him, "But," he glanced at the clock on his bedside table, "I'm afraid you're gonna have to go for today... dad'll be back soon and I really don't think you want to come face-to-face with his shotgun."

Noah grinned and pressed a chaste kiss to the piece of skin just above Kurt's spent cock. "You're right, I 'spose." He stood, zipping himself up, noticing the open-mouthed, starved look that Kurt gave him, before the countertenor shook himself. "I still wanna do this again, Hummel. And soon."

"You know where I am, Puckerman." Kurt said flirtatiously, smirking and correcting his clothing before showing Noah out.

As Noah got into his truck, he realised that he was smiling uncontrollably and quickly shut his facial expressions down. This is just about the sex. I don't want a relationship. I just want the sex without the risk of getting someone pregnant. He thought furiously at himself.

But a small voice whispered, Why are you so worried about that bruise, still? What was with the jealousy you felt when you met Blaine?

Noah scowled, pulling out of the Hummel driveway, Fuck off. He told the voice.