At the Movies
Author's Note: I wrote this chapter in response to a request from AwesomeAssFics. Hope you like it :)
AMC Movie Theatre
"Why, why did I say yes, to this? I've never been so bored in my life and it's," Kurt checked his watch, "only 20 minutes into the movie. Uggghhhh!" Kurt scanned the people around him. "Could they actually be enjoying this? Yes, apparently, they could". All around him people, mostly men, were chomping on popcorn, eyes glued to the screen. As far as Kurt could tell, the movie was one extended car chase punctuated by explosions. This was absolutely not his kind of movie. This mind-numbing boredom was all Noah's fault.
Previous Evening: Hudmel Kitchen
Finn shoved dishes into the dishwasher. "Mike called. He wants to see that new action movie. He's asking Sam, and Artie. You guys should come."
Puck closed the fridge. "Yeah, I wanted to see that one. Kurt?"
"No, not really my thing." Kurt wiped down the counter.
"You should come with us, babe." Puck walked over and wrapped himself around Kurt. "You thought you didn't like video games but you had fun last week when we got together with the guys."
"You were pretty good, Kurt." Finn hit the buttons to start the dishwasher.
Puck snorted. "He was better than you, Hudson."
"I just can't get interested in action movies, their plots are non-existent." Kurt leaned against his boyfriend.
"Yeah, that's the best part." Finn plopped into a kitchen chair. "You don't have to think."
"They're not all that bad." Puck glared at Finn.
"You go. Have fun. I'll call Mercedes and see what the girls are up to."
"No, I don't want to go without you." Puck tightened his arms around Kurt and whispered low, against Kurt's ear. "I'll let you put eyeliner on me."
Kurt tilted his head back to see Puck's face. Yeah, he was serious. Kurt grinned. "I'd love to come."
"Great, I'll call Mike." Finn hopped off the chair and left the kitchen, looking for his cell phone.
Kurt turned in Puck's arms, facing the jock. "When?"
"Anytime you want."
"I'm not doing anything right now." Kurt grabbed Puck's hand and dragged him towards his bedroom.
AMC Movie Theatre
Yes, all Noah's fault! Of course, he had looked amazing with his eyes rimmed in black, a modern day Valentino. Not the designer, the silent screen legend. Kurt had taken pictures with his iPhone over Puck's strenuous objections...read: Kurt and Puck fighting for the phone. Kurt emerged triumphant only after promising that the pictures were for his eyes only and that NO ONE else would ever know they existed. Puck didn't want anyone to see him with Adam Lambert eyes. Kurt thought he looked way hotter than Adam Lambert!
Last night, Kurt thought seeing Puck in eyeliner was worth agreeing to go to this movie. Now, faced with the explosive mayhem on the screen, Kurt wasn't so sure.
On his right, his step-brother was totally entranced. Big surprise! On his left, his boyfriend also seemed deep into the drivel on the screen. Puck turned, and smiled at Kurt. He put his hand on the diva's thigh, squeezed lightly, and then turned back to the movie. Kurt sat back in his seat, Puck's hand warm on his thigh. "O.K. Maybe this wasn't so bad."Kurt put his hand over Puck's and closed his eyes. Sighing softly, he let his mind wander.
Excruciatingly slowly, Puck's hand moved up Kurt's inner thigh. Touch light, fingers occasionally tracing circles against his jeans. Kurt squirmed in his seat, his skinny jeans uncomfortably tight against his awakening cock. The countertenor was suddenly schizophrenic. He was torn between his need for Puck to continue his tortuously slow trail to his cock and his extreme unease with this public display. They were in a movie theatre, surrounded by friends, Finn siting only inches away. Kurt really should move Puck's hand away. He really should, and he would, in a second. Kurt moaned under his breath. He had every intention of moving his boyfriend's hand away. His fingers twitched, ready to do just that, and then didn't. The McKinley diva reached up, unwound his scarf and pooled it in his lap. The Titan player had been staring at the screen, as if the hand ghosting up Kurt's leg belonged to someone else. At the feel of Kurt's scarf covering his hand, Puck turned in surprise. Seeing the scarf lying innocently in Kurt's lap, covering his activity, Puck grinned. He pushed the arm rest between them out of the way, and scooted closer to his boyfriend. He switched hands, throwing his right arm around Kurt's shoulder, and sneaking the left one under the scarf. Now, knowing that Kurt was obviously on board, the McKinley badass stopped being subtle. He palmed the diva's cock, and began stroking, fast and rough. Kurt was painfully hard, his jeans confining and abrasive. The insane friction was driving him over the edge...soon, so close...
BOOM! Kurt jumped in his seat, breathing ragged, but it went unnoticed because the whole audience had jumped at the thunderous noise on screen. In front of him, cars were burning, flames leaping into the sky. Kurt relaxed against his seat, relieved that no one had noticed his little outburst.
Finn turned and grinned at Kurt. He mouthed the word, 'Awesome'. Kurt smiled. Sometimes, well, most of the time actually, Finn was just an enormous child. Finn turned back to the screen, shoving popcorn into his mouth.
Kurt ran his fingers across Puck's knuckles. Puck flashed him a smile and turned back to the movie. Kurt tried to focus on the movie, but he had absolutely no idea what was going on. Honestly, he couldn't care less. He closed his eyes and went somewhere much more interesting.
Finn snuck out to the washroom; too much soda. Kurt quickly glanced around. The rest of their row was empty, and no one was behind them. Mike and Artie were ahead about 10 rows in the wheelchair area. Kurt slipped to his knees between the seats, and reached for Puck's zipper.
Puck jumped, his eyes wide, incredulous. "Kurt, what the..."
"Shhh! Tell me if you see Finn coming back." Kurt wrapped his hand around Puck's cock.
"Jesus, Kurt!" Puck's head went back against his seat, movie forgotten. Kurt attacked Puck's cock, no time for nuance. With the threat of discovery acting as a powerful aphrodisiac, the jock was rigid in moments. Kurt dipped his head, swallowing Puck whole, just in time to capture and contain what would have been a sticky mess. The countertenor tucked everything back in place and slid into his seat. Seconds later, Finn stumbled through the dark back to their row. "Did I miss anything?"
Puck choked. Kurt laughed. "No" The diva linked hands with the jock, leaned over to...
Blaring sirens cut into Kurt's day dream. Blinking slowly, he glanced around, the audience was still engrossed. "My God, would this movie never end!"
The credits rolled. The lights went up. People all around them stretched and chatted, leaving the theatre. Walking up the aisle to the outside world, Puck threw an arm around Kurt's shoulder. "So, what did you think?"
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Not exactly Academy Award material, Noah."
Puck shrugged. "But it wasn't as bad as you thought, right?"
"It was different, definitely different." Not that Puck knew it, but Kurt was no longer talking about the movie.
Artie wheeled himself into the foyer. "You guys want to come to my place?"
Finn shrugged. "Sure."
Mike pushed Artie's wheel chair. "Yeah, Tina's parents dragged her to some family thing. I'm in."
Kurt tugged at Puck's hand before he could say anything. "No, we'll catch you next time."
The jock looked at the diva curiously. "Yeah, see you later."
Kurt pulled out of the parking lot like the hounds of hell were after him. He took the next corner on squealing tires. Puck raised his eyebrows but said nothing. Kurt acting out of character was hot. Puck was not one to complain when Kurt got his badass on.
Ten minutes later Kurt drove down a gravel road behind the cemetery. This road was only ever used by the grounds keepers, for their equipment. It was deserted at this time of night.
The diva parked, and cut the lights. He grabbed Puck by the shoulders and pulled him in to grind their mouths together. "Back. Now."
Kurt leapt into the back of his Navigator, tearing his shirt off as he went. "Noah!"
Puck stared, Kurt had actually just growled at him. Wow! Hot! The jock wasted no time in pulling his shirt off. He had barely cleared the back seat, when the diva jumped him, pushing him down on to floor space in the rear of the car.
The McKinley badass curled his arms around his boyfriend's neck, pressing himself against the other boy and moaned into the kiss. Kurt was frantic, tearing at their clothes, biting and sucking every part of Puck he touched. He was this giant tidal wave of need, and Puck was caught in the undertow. Puck relaxed into the frenzy, giving himself over to Kurt. Kurt's urgency ignited his own.
Puck arched his back and threw his head back, gasping. Kurt was everywhere, he was everything. His mouth was hot, his tongue demanding on Puck's cock, his lubed fingers stretching Puck. Kurt was in him, moving deep and hard. He angled his hips, just a bit, and every stroke brushed Puck's prostate. "Oh, God! God! Kurt!" Kurt leaned down and ate the words from Puck's lips.
The boys were both flat on their backs, beside each other, chests rising and falling, breathing still laboured. Kurt groaned, grabbed a blanket that he kept in the car for picnics, and rolled over onto his side, pulling the blanket over both of them. "You OK?"
Puck grinned. "Hummel! We're definitely seeing more action movies!"