Piano Man
The McKinley auditorium was empty except for the two boys on stage. Kurt ran his fingers over the piano keys absently; thinking. "What about this?" He played a light melody.
Puck sat on the stage floor, his guitar in his lap. He strummed the same melody, and nodded. "Not bad."
"Good enough to work with or do you want to try something else?"
Puck played the melody again. "No, I like it. Let's keep it."
Kurt raised his arms over his head, stretching his back. "Done!" The countertenor spun around on the piano stool facing his boyfriend. "What about lyrics?"
Puck groaned and collapsed onto the stage floor. "You're a slave driver. You know that, right?"
Kurt disagreed. "I just want this to be perfect. I want to beat Rachel, and so do you."
The jock lifted his head to glare at his boyfriend. "Princess, I couldn't care less about this little duet-off you've got going with Streisand Part Deux."
The diva walked over to where his boyfriend was lying flat on his back. After inspecting the floor carefully for anything that might hurt his designer jeans, Kurt sank down beside Puck. "Why did you agree to do the duet with me, then?"
Puck sat up. "You don't remember do you?"
Kurt drew a blank. "Remember what?"
The jock took the diva's hand, twinned their fingers together. "I agreed to this, Hummel, because you are a sneaky, manipulative bitch."
Kurt knew that this was high praise from McKinley's resident badass. The pride in his boyfriend's voice was very clear. "And when, exactly, was I a sneaky, manipulative bitch?"
"You don't remember when you sprang this little duet idea on me?"
Kurt shook his head.
Puck leaned into Kurt, lowered his voice, and spoke softly into his ear. "Last week, your parents were on a date night, Finn was over at Rachel's. We were in your room." Puck brushed his hand over the front of Kurt's jeans.
Kurt jumped. "O.K. I remember." The countertenor stopped his boyfriend's wandering hand. "I remember talking about how much I wanted to beat Rachel, and suggesting that you do a duet with me. But, why would you say yes, if you weren't interested?"
"This is where the sneaky, manipulative part comes in." Puck played with Kurt's belt, running his fingers along the edge of the leather. "You mentioned this duet thing when I was stupid with post-orgasmic mind haze. You had just fucked my brains out and I wasn't thinking clearly. I would have said yes to anything."
Kurt smirked. "Now you tell me. You mean I could have gotten you to shave off the Mohawk?"
The jock tackled the diva and rolled on top of him. "I thought we had a deal, Hummel. You don't bother me about my hair and I don't bother you about yours."
Kurt sniffed disdainfully. "There's nothing wrong with my hair."
Puck grinned down at the diva. "Dude! You spray enough crap on it to stock a chemical plant."
Kurt twisted away from the jock, got to his feet and stared down at his boyfriend. "At least I don't look like I have a dead squirrel sitting on my head."
The Titan player jumped to his feet, and backed the diva up against the piano. "Take that back."
Blue eyes stared into hazel. "Make me."
Puck ground himself into Kurt, bending him backwards over the piano. The jock held the diva's head still, locking their mouths together. Kurt wrapped one leg around Puck's hip and grabbed his ass, pulling him even closer. Puck broke the kiss to bite down the side of Kurt's neck.
Kurt slid his fingers through Puck's strip of hair. "It's a very Hot dead squirrel though, Noah."
The jock smirked at the boy beneath him. "I can make anything hot, Princess."
Kurt ran a thumb over Puck's jaw. "And?"
Puck grinned. "Hairspray looks good on you, Babe." The jock eased off his boyfriend, held out a hand to pull him upright. "We almost done here?"
Kurt nodded and sat back at the piano. "Yeah, we just have to find the right lyrics, something that works with the music."
Puck walked over to his backpack and took out his iPhone. "While you were figuring out the instrumental part last night, I researched song lyrics. I found two possibilities." Puck navigated through a few screens on his phone, and then hit play.
Kurt listened, eyes closed. "They're both good. Maybe we could combine the lyrics, what do you think?"
Puck hit stop. "Exactly."
Kurt nodded. "I like it." He took his iPad out of his messenger bag and found a seat in the front row. "Let me get all this down; the songs, the lyrics, the instrumentals, the order we want it all in." Kurt's fingers flew over the touch screen.
Puck packed his guitar back into its case, and joined Kurt in the front row.
Kurt shut the iPad down and slipped it into his bag. "Come over to my place tomorrow. We need to get some practice in before we perform it for the Glee Club." Kurt grinned. "This is going to decimate Rachel."
Puck rolled his eyes. "I live to make you happy, Babe."
The diva leaned into his boyfriend, took his hand and raised it to his lips. "And you do, Noah. You do make me happy."
Kurt sat back in his seat, crossed his legs, and smiled at Puck from under his eyelashes. Puck's cock went into instant alert. When Kurt did that innocent thing with his eyelashes, it always meant something not innocent at all.
"I'd like to make you happy too, Noah." Kurt spoke softly. "Shall I tell you one of my fantasies?"
"I'm listening." Puck was listening. He was listening with every part of his body. He was intently focused on Kurt's words and Kurt's lips.
"Last year, we were here in the auditorium, the whole glee club. Mr. Shue and Rachel were arguing about something and I was bored silly." Kurt paused for dramatic effect, glancing at his boyfriend and smiling suggestively.
"Hummel!" Puck wanted to reach out and tear the words from his boyfriend's throat.
"I entertained myself by imagining you." Kurt spoke clearly, creating sensual holograms that danced in front of Puck's eyes. "A very naked you, bent over the piano."
"I knew it! You always had a thing for me, Princess."
Kurt sniffed disdainfully. "I so did not! You were an absolute Neanderthal!"
"An absolutely Hot Neanderthal."
"Noah, I was bored out of my mind. Rachel was droning on and on, and you were leaning on the piano. It was very easy to imagine you naked, leaning over even more."
"It was very easy because you thought I was Hot!"
Kurt wouldn't admit that Puck was Hot, not now, not ever. "Can I help it if I'm a sucker for boys and pianos?"
Puck smirked. "And just what were you doing in this fantasy of yours, while I was bent over the piano?"
"I could tell you what I was doing, or…" The diva stared at his boyfriend; eyes dark, smile predatory. "I could show you."
Puck stood, and pulled Kurt to his feet. He put his hands on the other boy's hips and tugged him close. "You know, Princess, as your boyfriend, I think I should try to make all your fantasies come true…that's what a good boyfriend would do, right?"
Kurt purred. "And you're very, very good, Noah."
Puck groaned into Kurt's neck. "How do you do that? How do you make that sound so incredibly dirty?"
Kurt laughed, and grabbed Puck's ass. "It's not what I'm saying, Noah. It's what you're hearing. Maybe one of us has a dirty mind?"
"One of us! I know you, Princess! And who's the one with the fantasy, huh?"
"I don't have a dirty mind, Noah. I have a superior imagination!"
"Uh Huh! So, you don't want to fuck me over the piano?"
Kurt bit into Puck's mouth. "I want to fuck you everywhere, but we can start with the piano."