Fun in the Sun

"You're coming with me tomorrow." Puck stared at Kurt, determination in every line of his body.

"Oh, I don't think so." Kurt recapped the bottle of cuticle gel, and blew on his nails.

"Why not?"

Kurt smiled sweetly. "Honey, I don't wear bathing suits."

Puck flopped down onto Kurt's bed, grinning. "Even better!"

The McKinley diva shoved a foot into his boyfriend's thigh. "I mean, I don't do the whole swimming pool thing."

"Kurt, it's freaking August, what do you mean, you don't go swimming?"

"I have no intention of contracting skin cancer, thank you very much."

"So, wear sunblock."

"Uggh." Kurt shuddered. "It's like putting slime on my body!"

"Neutrogena makes a spray-on that you won't even feel. I'll bring some for you tomorrow." Puck spent most of his summer in the sun, cleaning pools; he knew what he was talking about.

"Not interested." Kurt shifted closer to Puck, took his hand. "Look, why don't we meet up after you're done with the pool stuff? We can go to the mall and get that chocolate, caramel iced coffee drink you like.

"Wow, you must be really desperate if you're trying to bribe me with the iced coffee that, according to you, has an obscene amount of calories."

Kurt grimaced. "I just don't see the lure of sitting in the sun, courting heat stroke, and perspiring. That's why God invented air conditioning."

"No, Kurt, that's why God invented pools." The self-proclaimed badass pulled the countertenor into his lap, leaned his forehead against the other boy's and sighed in exasperation. "Why me? Why do I get stuck with the crazy boyfriend?"

"Hey!" Kurt swatted at the jock's shoulder.

"Hummel, you do realize that if I asked anyone else to spend the day sitting by a pool in the middle of a heat wave, they'd jump at the chance, right?"

"Maybe" The diva shrugged, conceding the point.

"What can I say to get you to change your mind?"

Kurt swept his fingers along Puck's jaw, down the side of his neck, to curl into the strip of hair at the back of his neck. "Why is this so important to you, Noah?"

Puck shook his head. "This isn't so important to me." He raised Kurt's hand to his lips. "You're so important to me."

The diva threaded his arms around the jock's neck, pressed into his lips, and licked into his mouth. Really, how could you not kiss a boy who has just said, like, the sweetest thing in the world?

Puck put his hands on Kurt's shoulders, pushing him back a bit. "Look, Hummel, here's the deal. I didn't want to tell you. I thought you would just come and things could happen organically, but you're so damn stubborn." The jock talked right over his boyfriend's protesting huff. "One of my clients is a friend of my mother's. They're out of town this week. They asked me to keep an eye on the place since I was going to be there taking care of the pool anyway." Puck paused, clasped Kurt's hands tightly, and stared into the eyes that he was convinced could see into his soul. "Just the two of us, Kurt, no one else, just us. I want that. I want to lie beside you in the sun. I want to lick the water off your skin. "

Kurt's eyes got wide and red crept over his cheek bones. He crushed Puck's hands in his. "Well, if you put it like that." Kurt grinned. "What time should I be there?"

Thinking about tomorrow was keeping Kurt awake. The diva checked his bedside clock and groaned, 11:38 PM. He wasn't meeting Puck till the next afternoon at 1PM. How was he going to wait that long? He felt like a balloon about to explode.

He reached for his iPhone, fingers flying over the keys.

U awake? Kurt stared at the phone, willing a response.

Yep

In bed?

Yeah

Call me

Kurt got comfortable, fluffed the pillows behind his head. He answered his phone at the first hint of vibration, his voice fluttery and soft. "Hey, Noah."

"Babe."

Just the sound of Puck's voice, hushed and dark, made Kurt shudder. He whispered to Puck while he undid the buttons on his silk pajama top. "I can't sleep, Noah. I can't wait till tomorrow." Kurt ghosted his hand over his nipples and sighed into the phone.

Puck grinned and it came across in his voice. "That excited, eh?"

Wiggling out of his sleep pants, Kurt groaned into the phone. "You have no idea!"

Puck curled himself around his phone, seeing his boyfriend in his mind, imagining every caress the other boy was giving himself. "Oh, I think I know, Princess."

Kurt's hand was wrapped around his cock now, his voice rough. "Tell me what we're going to do tomorrow, Noah."

"I thought we'd order pizza and play scrabble."

"NOAH!" Kurt's voice was shrill with frustration.

"Shhh. Shhh. O.K." Puck turned onto his back and starred at his ceiling, seeing Kurt. "You're naked, Princess. You're lying on your stomach, on the diving board. Your arms are stretched out in front of you, holding onto the end of the board. Your head is resting on your arms, your eyes are closed. You're making those little kitten sounds you make, when I'm touching you just right."

Kurt moaned into the phone, stroking himself slowly. "More, Noah!"

"You're straddling the board, legs on either side of it. You're trying to raise your hips but I'm holding you down." Puck paused for a moment, listened to his boyfriend moan. "I take bites of your ass. I nip and lick at every spot I bite. I spread you open and lick over your hole." Kurt tightened his grip around his cock, and moved his hand faster. Puck heard the slide of skin on skin. "I lick you until you make that whining noise, and then I push my tongue into you. You're pressing your cock into the board and you're begging me."

"What…" Kurt had trouble actually forming words. "What am I saying?"

"You're chanting the same two words, softly, over and over. You're sighing, 'Fuck me. Fuck me.'"

Kurt's back arched off the bed, his mouth opened on a groan, and he came all over himself. Puck waited, listened as his boyfriend's breathing began to even out.

"Thank you, Noah!"

"Anytime, Princess. Think you can sleep now?"

Kurt yawned. "Yeah, I think so."

"Night, Kurt."

"Nigh…Wait! Noah, you know we're not actually going to do that on the diving board, right?"

Puck laughed into the phone and pressed the end call icon.

Kurt looked at himself in the mirror and groaned. T-shirt, bathing suit, sandals…Uggh! Really, the things he does for Noah! But then, Kurt thought of all the things that Noah did for him, and smiled. He grabbed his keys, and left to meet his boyfriend.

Puck skimmed fallen leaves off the surface of the pool water, checked the filter and the chemicals in the hot tub. He took in the mail, watered the plants and glanced at his watch. Hearing a car, he looked out the kitchen window and saw Kurt's Navigator pull into the driveway. Puck grabbed two drinks out of the fridge. He pressed a coke into Kurt's hand as he stepped out of his car. He wrapped one arm around the other boy's shoulder. "Hey, babe" He nuzzled into Kurt's side and steered him towards the pool.

The boys were stretched out in the sun, lounge chairs pushed together, sunglasses covering eyes that were closed, hands linked. They'd been quiet for a while. Puck glanced over at Kurt, wondering if he had fallen asleep. Experimentally, he slid two fingers under the waist band of Kurt's bathing suit, and brushed his hip. Kurt shifted closer. Puck grinned to himself, nope, not asleep. The jock moved quietly, aligning his body with Kurt's, almost touching from shoulder to hip. His slid his hand under Kurt's bathing suit, pushing it out of the way, and wrapped his hand around the diva's cock. Sighing softly, Kurt pushed into Puck's hand. The diva reached over and ghosted his hand over Puck's abdomen, tracing from hip to hip, just above the line of Puck's bathing suit. Teasing, light touches, slipping under the waist band and sliding out again. Hinting, promising, but never really touching. When Puck actually whined with impatience, Kurt pushed the jock's bathing suit down and curled his hand around Puck's stiffening cock. Languid from the sun and the heat, they stroked each other slowly. Luxuriating in the day, and each other, and the fact that no one was going to interrupt them, they allowed themselves the time to feel every touch. The sensation of skin sliding against skin, the warmth and throb of tingling flesh, were pleasures onto themselves.

Puck rolled onto his side, tightened his grip on Kurt, and pumped his fist faster. Kurt tipped his head back and opened his mouth on a groan. Puck covered Kurt's mouth with his own, tongue searching. Kurt picked up Puck's rhythm, moving his hand faster, running his thumb over the head of his boyfriend's cock, panting. "Noah, close"

"Yeah"

Kurt opened his mouth over Puck's shoulder, biting down. Puck gasped and pulled Kurt's head back, grinding lips and teeth and tongues together. Kurt pressed the heel of his other hand into Puck's balls, sliding a finger back, pressing over his hole and Puck came apart, pulling Kurt into the vortex with him.

Puck padded into the kitchen, and grabbed a roll of paper towels. He tore off a few sheets and handed some to Kurt. Puck threw the used towels in the trash can by the BBQ and padded back to his boyfriend. "Come on, Kurt. We're going swimming."

The countertenor curled up on his side, snuggling into the lounge chair. "No"

"Yes"

The diva shook his head. "No"

The jock grinned, scooped his boyfriend into his arms, and walked over to the pool.

"Noah, don't you dare!"

Splash!

Puck dived into the pool, laughing as the other boy popped out of the water, wiping water out of his eyes.

"Noah Puckerman! I'm going to …" Puck wrapped his arms around the spluttering diva, and dragged him close, sealing their lips together.

Kurt sat crossed legged on the lounge chair, a magazine opened in front of him. He turned a page occasionally but he wasn't really reading. He was watching Puck swim laps. No question about it, his boy looked good! If football and soccer and all those sport things that Kurt despised created that body, then Kurt wouldn't complain about them too much. Puck hauled himself out of the pool, shook the water out of his hair and threw himself onto the grass. He stretched out, face down, head resting on crossed arms, breathing hard after the exertion of his swim.

Kurt climbed out of the lounge, pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head and stepped out of his bathing suit. Bare feet making no sound on the patio tiles, Kurt walked over to his messenger bag, digging around in it until he found the lube and condoms. Dropping the supplies in the grass, the diva straddled the jock.

Puck opened his eyes and smiled lazily at Kurt, "Hey, Babe"

"Hey" Kurt moved his hands down Puck's back, digging his fingers in at the base of his spine. He trailed his hands up the jock's sides, rubbed circles into his shoulders, moved down his back again and cupped his hips. The countertenor leaned over his boyfriend, dropped kisses along his neck and shoulders. He dragged his mouth slowly downwards, sucking and nipping as he moved ever closer to Puck's ass. Kurt pulled the other teen's swim suit off, spread Puck's legs and settled between them on his knees. The diva pulled the jock's hips up and back against his knees and slid a hand under him to stroke his cock.

Kurt didn't believe in God but he was forever thankful to whatever force had decided that the human race should have two hands. Because, what could be better than this? The countertenor slid one hand over Puck's cock, and set the other to playing with his balls, squeezing his ass and floating over his hole.

Puck moaned into the grass, and glanced back at his boyfriend. "Having fun?"

Kurt grinned back at him. "Yes! You?"

The jock moaned again and pushed his ass deeper into the diva's hands. "Yeah"

Kurt popped the lid on the lube and coated his fingers. He pushed them into the boy below him, one at a time. Puck sighed, rolled his hips, and thrust himself against Kurt's fingers. Feeling Kurt's erection hard and hot against his inner thigh, Puck rolled over, grabbed the condom from the grass and tore it open. He rolled it on to his boyfriend, coated it with lube and raised his legs to Kurt's shoulders. "Now, Kurt. Fuck me now!"

The diva stared into the jock's eyes and pushed into him slowly. Puck tipped his head back, closed his eyes, and raised his hips. Kurt began to move, pushed into his boyfriend and pulled out, pushed in again. Amazing! Every time they did this, Kurt thought it couldn't get any better and then it did. Kurt pushed Puck's hands down into the grass, on either side of his head. He twined their fingers together and snapped his hips, hard, fast.

Puck was babbling. "Please. Please. God, Kurt. Please." He had no idea what he was saying, didn't care. The only thing that mattered was that Kurt never, ever, stopped fucking him! Puck reached up, wrapped a hand around Kurt's neck and pulled him down, grinding their lips together. Kurt rolled them over, curled his hand around Puck's cock, pumping as Puck rode him. Puck angled himself so that every thrust down onto Kurt's cock hit him exactly right. Kurt was close, watching Puck's face, waiting for him. The jock went rigid for a second, ass muscles clenching around Kurt's cock. "Fuck!" Kurt went over the edge, and Puck collapsed onto his chest.

Kurt was draped across Puck's chest. He traced circles around Puck's nipples absently. The diva smiled into the jock's eyes. "So, maybe you were right."

Puck trailed his fingers down Kurt's neck. "About what?"

"Swimming pools aren't so bad."

The jock smirked. "You think?"