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Puck pulled the football jersey over his head. He was tired and sore and all he wanted was a shower. Well, a shower, and then some really greasy fast food, the kind that Kurt thought he had stopped eating. What? It's not like he had to tell his boyfriend everything! The jock wrapped a towel around his waist, ready to hit the showers when the jeans hanging in his locker bleeped. Puck pulled his phone out of his pocket, hit the message icon and read.

Where are you?

Locker room late practice

Puck leaned against the locker, waiting for the response his phone told him Kurt was writing.

"SHIT!" Puck almost dropped the phone. He stared at the screen, eyes wide. Right there, on his phone, was a picture of Kurt. In excellent colour, in intimate detail, the phone screen glowed with the picture of a very NAKED Kurt. Puck blinked. Yep, still there, still NAKED. The message read, 'waiting for you'. Slowly, a grin spread over the jock's face.

Don't move!

Puck set a record for the fastest shower, ever. He was out of the shower, out of the locker room, in his car and on his way to his boyfriend's house in under 15 minutes.

The McKinley badass parked his truck in the Hummel driveway. He jumped out of the truck, slammed the door, and sprinted up the walkway. He flipped the welcome mat over, found the extra house key and let himself in to Kurt's house. Puck paused in his headlong rush to kick off his shoes and lock the front door. He ran down the hallway, opened Kurt's bedroom door, slammed and locked it behind him. He parachuted down the staircase, skidded to a halt at the bottom and leaned over, hands on hips, breathing hard.

Kurt was lying on his side, right arm raised, head resting in the palm of his hand. He smirked at the jock. "Pretty fast"

Puck raised his head, glared at the diva. "I'm going to kill you!"

Kurt smiled and trailed a hand lightly over his cock. "Really?"

Puck nodded. "Yeah, as soon as I get my breath back. "

"That's not going to look good on your record Noah, murdering a poor defenseless boy in his own bed. I thought you didn't want to go back to juvie?" Kurt's eyes were teasing and his voice had that lilt to it that drove Puck crazy. "Sure, you want to murder me?"

Puck started pulling his clothes off. "Yep, right after I'm done with you." Clothes gone, the jock tackled his boyfriend, pushed him onto his back and straddled him.

Kurt wound his arms around Puck's neck. "But, Noah, you're never going to be done with me."

The Titan player groaned and crushed their mouths together. He pushed one hand into Kurt's hair, snaked the other underneath the diva to grab a handful of his ass. Kurt's hands never stopped moving. Puck always felt amazing, so Kurt tried to touch all of him at once. Shoulder, back, hip, ass, thigh; Kurt wanted all of it. There was one part that Kurt couldn't reach, Puck's cock was pressed between them, hard and heavy, grinding into his own cock. Perfect!

Puck plastered himself to the boy beneath him. He rolled his hips, to feel their cocks drag along each other. When Kurt moaned and melted at the sensation, Puck did it again. He and Kurt disagreed about a lot of stuff; clothes, music, movies, sports. They were two very different people but, there was one thing they always agreed on. This, this felt fucking amazing! Puck bit Kurt's lower lip and pulled away. He raised his head to look into Kurt's eyes, the translucent blue/green darkened to a storm grey, pupils wide, full of heat, and need.

Kurt traced Puck's temple, cheek, and jaw with fingers that weren't quite steady. "Noah!"

"I'm right here, babe."

Puck sucked his way down Kurt's chest, leaving marks in his wake. He moved off Kurt, and settled himself between the diva's legs. Kurt drew his legs up. The jock nuzzled into the diva, nipping at his hips, burrowing into the hair at the base of his cock, licking at his balls. Kurt dug one hand into Puck's shoulder, and twisted the other one in the strip of hair on his head. Puck licked up the length of the other boy's cock, sucked on the head. Kurt moaned and pulled tighter on the jock's hair. Puck slid his lips over Kurt's length, lapping his tongue around the tender skin. Kurt felt good in his mouth and Puck lost himself in the taste of silken, hot skin.

"Noah"

Puck pulled his mouth off Kurt and looked up at the only guy in his world.

Kurt reached under his pillow and handed Puck a condom and lube. "I want you."

Puck moved up Kurt's body until he could grab his head and crush their lips together. "Always want you, Princess."

Puck lubed his fingers and stretched his boyfriend. Kurt gasped and sighed and thrust against Puck's hand.

"Now, Noah. Please. Now."

God! Kurt was tight, and hot, and fucking perfect. Nothing felt better than this and Puck would know, because he'd done his share of fucking. Maybe this was the best sex ever because Kurt was a better lover, or had a better body, or was just more gorgeous than anyone had a right to be. Maybe, but Puck had a suspicion that it was because they cared about each other. Jesus Christ! He was actually growing a vagina and it was all Kurt's fault. If he wasn't so happy, he'd be pissed about it.

The jock stroked the diva, fist hard and fast on his cock. Kurt threw his head back. "Nooo Ahhh!" Kurt called out, clenched around Puck, and the jock was done. Puck sank over Kurt and never wanted to move again.

Puck was curled up into Kurt's side, head on the diva's shoulder. Puck's hand was lazily tracing over Kurt's hip. Kurt was running his nails up and down Puck's spine. Puck looked up at Kurt and smirked. "Nice picture"

Kurt grinned. "Thought you'd like it."

"Think I'm going to make it my screen saver."

The diva shoved once and the jock ended up on the floor, laughing. "What? What did I say?"