Cupcakes

Author's Note: I wrote this chapter in response to a request by AwesomeAssFics. Hope you like it :)

Puck perched on the kitchen counter, drumming his heels against the cabinets beneath him. Kurt stood at the counter measuring ingredients for cake batter. It was Finn's birthday and the dork had asked for cupcakes. No matter how old Finn got, a part of him was going to be 6 years old forever. "How long is this going to take?"

"If you helped, instead of sitting there complaining, it wouldn't take as long."

Puck snorted. "Don't think so, Princess."

The jock jumped down from the counter and paced the kitchen. "We finally have the house to ourselves and this," Puck gestured to Kurt sifting flour, "is what we're doing?" The McKinley badass dropped into a kitchen chair and glared at his boyfriend's back.

Kurt looked over his shoulder and smiled at his frustrated lover. "Is there something else you'd prefer we do, Noah?"

Puck didn't laugh. "Not funny, Hummel." The jock watched as the diva mixed ingredients. He walked over to Kurt and stood behind him. He wrapped his arms around the countertenor's waist. "You know, Princess, you could make this more interesting."

"Really?"

The jock moved to lean against the counter, alongside his boyfriend. "Yeah, you could do this naked."

Kurt stopped mashing sugar and butter together, and stared at Puck. Surprise flashed through his eyes, quickly replaced with heat. He tilted his head a little and smiled at the jock from under his eyelashes. "I can see how that would be more interesting for you, Noah."

Kurt crossed to the fridge, opened it, grabbed the milk, and walked back to the counter. "How are you going to make this more interesting for me?"

Puck grinned. "Anything you want, Babe."

Kurt picked up a wooden spoon and smacked it lightly against the palm of his hand. He smiled suggestively at his boyfriend. Puck's eyes were locked on the wooden spoon in Kurt's hand. When he finally dragged his eyes up to look at Kurt, they were smouldering. "How many?"

"I'm making 24 cupcakes."

Puck stuck out his hand. "Deal"

Kurt shook the jock's hand. "Deal"

Puck turned a kitchen chair around and sat in it backwards, legs straddling the seat, arms crossed over the back of the chair. He watched, mesmerized as Kurt slowly removed his clothes. Naked, the diva walked to the counter, his back to the jock, and picked up a fork. He paused, put the fork down and walked over to the pantry. He pulled out an apron, slipped it over his head and tied the strings into a bow at his back. The apron was one of Carol's. It was frilly and very short on Kurt.

"That's not exactly naked, dude."

The diva smirked at his boyfriend. "But, you're not complaining, are you?"

No, God no! Puck was not complaining. The bow, tied at the small of Kurt's back, framed his ass perfectly. The jock clenched his hands on the chair back to keep from sprinting over the chair and sinking his teeth into that perfect ass. God! Like the 7 wonders of the world, that ass just had to be recorded for posterity. Puck slipped his phone out of his pocket. Focusing on that perfect ass, Puck snapped a picture, and put his phone away.

"If that picture ends up on Facebook, you're a dead man, Noah Puckerman!"

"How did you know?"

Kurt pointed at the microwave in front of him. Puck was clearly reflected in the glass front.

"I swear, Princess, no one sees this but me."

"I believe you, Noah, but anyone could pick up your phone and hit media. It makes me nervous."

Kurt had a point. Just yesterday, Artie had been bored in class and had taken Puck's phone and changed all the ring tones. The jock pulled his phone out of his pocket, accessed the picture, sent it to himself in an email and then deleted it. "It's waiting on my laptop."

Kurt nodded. "Better"

Puck slipped his phone away and resumed drooling over his boyfriend's ass. Kurt, dressed, was easy on the eye, no question. Kurt, undressed, was even better. Puck settled into his seat, trying to get as comfortable as possible considering the erection straining his pant seam.

Kurt bent to get the cupcake pans out of a drawer. The apron fell away from his body, giving Puck a quick flash of cock. The jock smiled, nice to know that he wasn't the only one enjoying himself.

Kurt sprayed the pans with PAM, and poured the batter. Puck's eyes roamed his lover's body, acres of pale skin just screaming out for him to touch, and stroke, and pinch. The McKinley badass shifted in his seat, he and his cock were impatient.

Kurt bent over to put the pans in the oven. Puck groaned out loud. "HUMMEL!"

Kurt set the timer and turned to face Puck. He untied the apron and pulled it away from his body. He stood quietly, not hiding anything from the boy watching him so avidly. He walked over to Puck, fisted a hand into his T-shirt, and pulled him out of his chair.

Arms locked around each other, lips fused, one fully dressed, the other totally naked, they curved into each other like a fitted set of salt and pepper shakers; obviously meant to be together. Kurt moaned, insanely turned on by the feel of his nakedness against Puck's clothed body. Puck ran his hands over Kurt from shoulder to ass, trying to hold and touch everything at once.

Kurt broke the kiss and spun Puck around, pushed him down, face first, over the kitchen table. He ghosted his hands down Puck's back and grabbed a hand full of ass, squeezing through Puck's jeans. The jock rested his head on his arms and thrust his ass into the diva's hands.

Kurt stepped away from Puck to get the wooden spoon. When he turned back to Puck, the jock's underwear and jeans were already pooled at his ankles. "This isn't my hand, Noah. It's going to feel different."

Puck turned his head, looked over his shoulder at Kurt, and grinned. "Don't worry, Babe. I'll tell you if I don't like it." The jock lowered his head onto his arms, and wiggled his ass. "But, I'm going to like it."

Kurt swung the spoon down, and started to count the strokes in his head. By the 10th stroke Puck's ass was red and he was moaning. Kurt stopped, pressed kisses to the bottom of Puck's spine, just above his ass. "Good?"

"Yes, God, Yes! It's good. Don't stop!"

Kurt licked across both red cheeks, and swung the wooden spoon again.

Burt closed the front door behind him, kicked off his shoes and padded down the hall, beer on his mind. Approaching the kitchen, he heard strange sounds but there was a beer in the fridge with his name on it, so he didn't think twice about the odd noises. Reaching the threshold of the kitchen, Burt stopped dead, mouth open in shock, an image he never wanted to see burnt forever into his brain.

He backed out of the doorway, turned and flattened himself against the wall outside the kitchen. He couldn't see the boys now, but he could certainly hear them. The crack of the spoon against Puck's ass sounded like thunder to Burt's astonished ears. Puck's moans and keening cries weren't much quieter.

During the months the boys had been dating, Burt had been very successful in NOT thinking about what they did together. Now his brain was on overload trying to erase, erase, erase. Most parents don't want to think about their kids having sex, never mind actually seeing them ...not that Kurt and Puck were having sex, not exactly. What they were doing was even more shocking. At least, it was a shock to Burt. Out of all the images he had been so successful in blocking out of his thoughts, this, this one he had never even imagined.
Burt was so busy freaking out that he didn't notice how quiet it had become until he heard Puck call out his son's name.

There was only thing that could possibly be more embarrassing than witnessing this very private moment between the two boys. That would be the boys knowing that he had seen them.

Burt had to get out of here. He tiptoed back down the hallway to the front door. He shoved his feet into his shoes and opened the door quietly. He stepped outside and pulled the door closed softly behind him. He locked it slowly, gently, praying that it didn't make a noise. He sprinted to his car, and jumped into the driver's seat.

Burt backed out of the driveway, and turned into the street. He had no idea where he was going. He only knew that he was not going anywhere near his house until Kurt and Puck finished whatever the hell they were doing.

Puck lay on his back on the kitchen table, Kurt stood between his legs, curled on top of him, scattering kisses across his chest. The countertenor nipped, and licked, then nipped again at one of the jock's nipples. Puck threaded his fingers through Kurt's hair and held his head close. "Aaahhh! Babe, that's good!" Kurt moved ever lower until he reached Puck's cock. He licked and sucked at Puck's inner thighs. He nuzzled into his balls and pressed and licked at the sensitive space behind them. "Kurt! Please!"

When Kurt finally took Puck's length into his mouth, the jock moaned and squirmed on the table. Kurt's mouth moved up and down on Puck's cock; sucking, licking, grazing his teeth lightly over the head.

The jock pulled the diva's head up. "Kurt! Want you!"

Kurt licked into Puck's mouth, sucked on his tongue. "Want you too, Noah!"

Kurt reached into his boyfriend's jeans lying on the floor and pulled out lube and condoms. Trust Noah to always be prepared! He slicked his fingers and started to stretch Puck. The jock shivered and sighed and thrust against his hand.

Kurt lined himself up and found the angle wrong, the table was too low. "Too low!"

Kurt wasn't exactly coherent, in his present state of arousal, but Puck understood. He stood up and bent over the kitchen counter. "Now, Kurt!"

The diva folded himself against his lover and entered him slowly. "Yes! Now, Noah!"

Puck slowly pushed himself back onto Kurt's cock, and Kurt moaned. When Puck wriggled against him, Kurt grabbed his hips and started to thrust, hard and fast and then slow and shallow. He kept changing the rhythm, to prolong this incredible feeling. When finally Kurt couldn't wait any longer, he reached under Puck and curled his hand around the jock's cock. Kurt's hand pulling over Puck's cock set the pace, and the boys began slamming into each other. Puck came first, shuddering beneath Kurt. The diva curled over his boyfriend, slammed into him, and buried his face into Puck's shoulder to stifle his own cries.

Kurt wrapped both arms around Puck and pulled him down with him as he slid to the floor. They lay on the floor, one atop the other, gasping.

The timer went off and Kurt groaned. He untangled himself from Puck, and pushed to his feet. He got the oven mitts and took the pans out of the oven, putting them on a cooling rack until they were ready to ice. The diva held his hand down to Puck and helped him up. They shared a tired, sated kiss, lips soft and slow. Smiling at each other, they pulled apart, got cleaned up and dressed.

Burt opened the front door, and made a lot of noise closing it. He walked down the hallway, shoes still on, making quite a racket on the hardwood floor. This time, when he entered the kitchen, the boys were sitting at the kitchen table. Both fully dressed, icing the cupcakes.

"Hi, Dad" Kurt smiled at his father.

"Hey, Mr. Hummel" Puck reached for a finished cupcake. "Want one? They're pretty good."

Kurt swatted Puck's hand with the wooden spoon. "Noah, you can't eat all of Finn's cupcakes."

Seeing the same damn spoon in Kurt's hand, Burt started to blush. "That's O.K. Puck, thanks. I'll wait till Carol and Finn get home." Nodding to both boys, Burt left the kitchen.

Walking to the living room, he could hear Kurt and Puck squabbling, teasing each other and laughing. Burt settled himself in his favourite chair and turned the TV on. Flipping through the channels, Burt shook his head. He was never going to be able to look at a wooden spoon again without ...erase, erase, erase!