Game Day

Kurt looked around at the crowd. It was a fairly large turn-out considering that the Titans sucked. They had only won a handful of games since Kurt had quit the team. Back in sophomore year, when Kurt was pretending to be straight for his Dad, he had been the Titans kicker for a few games. The day he told his dad he was gay, was his last day on the team. He had walked away and never looked back. He did not miss it. The only good thing about being a Titan was that for a few weeks, he had been slushie-free.

Things had changed a lot since sophomore year. Kurt was 18 now, a senior, and dating a jock. Slushies weren't part of his life anymore. It's not that McKinley students were so much more accepting of homosexuality but they were used to him, and Puck still had a wicked right hook. Not to mention that Kurt had grown quite a bit in the last two years and he had learned that he could kick other things besides footballs.

Of course, some things never changed. He still hated football. He was only here because it made Puck happy. His boyfriend liked to look up into the stands and see Kurt there. Kurt didn't mind too much, it was only fair, after all, Puck had sat through "Cats", and "Wicked" with him.

"Kurt, McKinley just scored. You're supposed to be cheering." Mercedes nudged her BFF, a signal to stand.

Kurt jumped up. "Thanks, Cedes." Mercedes always came to the games because a) she liked football and b) she was dating Shawn, one of Titan players. Kurt depended on her to tell him what the hell was happening on the field. To him, it was just a bunch of boys in ugly uniforms, falling on top of a ball, and getting dirty. You'd think that he would be interested in watching boys jump all over each other, but ewww….just No!

The crowd was on its feet, cheering. Mercedes grabbed him, hugging and jumping up and down. "We won! We won!"

The Titan players were pummeling each other, screaming. Mercedes climbed down to run on to the field and hug Shawn. Kurt waited in the stands. He wasn't sure that hugging Puck in front of this crowd was a good idea. He would congratulate him later. Kurt watched the mayhem on the field, smiling. One player cut out from the others, threw his helmet on the ground and charged into the stands. He ran up the steps, heading right for Kurt.

"What are you doing up here, Babe?" Puck grabbed Kurt's hand and dragged him down the steps and onto the field. "We won!" Puck threw his arms around Kurt and spun him around in a circle before kissing him senseless. O.K. so much for discretion! Long arms came around both Puck and Kurt, Finn was screaming. Mike came running over, dragging Tina. The Glee kids formed their own huddle, laughing and hugging each other.

Puck and Kurt walked off the field. Swinging his helmet in one hand, the other arm wrapped around Kurt's waist, Puck was happy. Happy didn't even cover it…he was living the quintessential high school dream, how had that happened? The boys walked slowly, talking low, heading towards the locker room.

David and Azzimo walked towards them. Kurt tensed; Puck tightened his arm around his waist.

Dave held his hand up for a high-five. "Puck, good game." He nodded at Kurt. "Kurt"

Azzimo nodded. "Guys"

Kurt turned to Puck. "Since when is Azzimo civilized?"

Puck shrugged. "I guess winning put him in a good mood."

The jock shouldered the locker room door opened, and motioned the diva through. As Kurt passed him, Puck bumped his helmet into his boyfriend's ass.

Kurt swung around in surprise. "Hey!"

Puck grinned. "Winning makes me horny."

Finn pulled on his Polo shirt. "So did not want to know that!"

Mike zipped his pants. "I hope that's not the only thing that gets you horny, dude, cause we don't win very often."

Kurt laughed. "Don't worry. Everything makes him horny!"

Puck pulled his jersey off. "Just you, Babe."

Kurt sat on a bench, crossed leg swinging. "Uh-huh!"

Mike grabbed his sports bag. "Later, guys."

Finn slid his phone into his pocket. "Rachel's taking me out to dinner to celebrate." Finn shouldered his bag. He banged his fist against the wall as he left. Apparently, winning made him noisy.

Puck wrapped a towel around his waist and started for the showers. Kurt checked Facebook while he waited for his boyfriend.

"Kurt" Puck called over the sound of running water. "I forgot the shampoo. Can you get it for me?"

The diva rummaged around in the jock's sports bag until he found the shampoo. He leaned against Puck's shower cubicle, trying not to get wet as he handed his boyfriend the bottle. Puck's hand bypassed the shampoo bottle, grabbed Kurt's wrist and pulled him into the shower. It happened so fast, Kurt didn't have time to react. Puck hauled him close and ground their mouths together. Kurt was rigid in Puck's arms. The jock sank his hands into his boyfriend's ass and pulled him even closer. He ground their hips together, pushing his eager cock against Kurt's hip. Puck ran his tongue along Kurt's teeth, and bit his lips. The jock didn't stop kissing the diva until he felt Kurt relax in his arms. Finally, Kurt responded. He licked into Puck's mouth and sent his hands roaming over the jock's back and ass. The McKinley badass raised his head and stared at the countertenor.

Kurt raised a hand and traced Puck's jaw. "I'm never going to forgive you for this, Noah."

Puck pressed Kurt back against the shower wall, and stepped between his legs. "I couldn't wait."

Kurt palmed Puck's cock. "I can see that."

The jock nuzzled into the countertenor. Kurt's clothes were plastered to him. It was difficult getting the buttons on his shirt undone, with wet hands and the shower running over them, but Puck was determined. Kurt didn't make it any easier, his hand moving over Puck's cock was very distracting but finally, Puck got his shirt off. He nibbled and bit across Kurt's skin. "God! You taste so good." Puck unzipped Kurt's jeans and pushed them down, out of the way. He grasped Kurt's hips in both hands, and sank to his knees. He opened his mouth and swallowed Kurt. The diva's head went back against the wall, eyes closed. He dug his fingers into the jock's shoulders. "Noah!"

Puck loved the feel of Kurt on his tongue, in his mouth. Kurt pulsed his hips gently, fucking Puck's mouth carefully. Puck swirled his tongue and pulled off. "Fuck me."

Kurt opened his eyes and looked down at the boy kneeling before him. Water was raining down around him but he didn't seem aware of it. His eyelashes were wet and his eyes were wild. Kurt thought he had never looked more beautiful. The countertenor pulled the jock up and reached around him to turn the shower off. He kicked his shoes off and struggled with his wet jeans, finally dragging them off. Kurt pulled Puck against him, sucked at his lips and tongue. He opened his mouth wide over the other boy's, forcing Puck's head back. Puck sank into Kurt, moaning low in his throat. Kurt broke the kiss. "Here?"

Puck reached into the soap dish recessed in the shower wall, found the condom and lube he had put there, and handed them to Kurt. "Here"

Puck turned to face the wall, as Kurt rolled the condom on. The diva popped the lid on the lube, coated his cock and then his fingers. He stepped behind Puck, wrapped one arm under him, across his stomach, holding him tight. Kurt leaned over his boyfriend. "You forgot the shampoo, Noah, but you remembered the lube and condom?" Kurt pressed his fingers into Puck, one at a time.

Puck groaned and thrust his ass back against Kurt. "I didn't forget the shampoo. I left it in my bag on purpose." Puck braced himself against the wall, and started to fuck himself on Kurt's fingers. "Shut up and fuck me!"

Kurt slapped Puck's ass, hard enough to sting. He buried himself inside Puck in one deep stroke. He waited until he felt Puck open around his cock, then he moved. He snapped his hips, fucking Puck hard. Kurt shifted his stance just a bit, changing the angle.

"Kurt!"

Kurt closed his fist around Puck's cock. Puck groaned and reached back with one hand to grab Kurt's ass.

"Noah!"

The boys sat on the shower floor, shoulders touching, heads back against the shower wall, eyes closed. Puck turned and snuggled up against Kurt, tucking his head under the other boy's chin. Kurt wrapped an arm around Puck, running his fingers over the jock's hip.

"Still mad?"

Kurt sighed. "Good thing you guys don't win too often. It's hell on my clothes!"

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