Touch

Kurt was about half way through his history essay when his phone chimed.

Still working?

Yeah

Almost done?

A couple hours still

Come over when you're done

K

Puck groaned. "Idiot!" The team should make that wide receiver refund a good part of his salary for gross incompetence. Every time he touched the ball, he fumbled it. The sound of the doorbell cut into Puck's grumbling.

The jock opened the door to the boy he thought was the cutest guy on the planet. "Took you long enough!" Puck tugged Kurt into the house. He closed and locked the front door, and then leaned against it pulling Kurt into his arms.

The diva curled into his boyfriend, dropping kisses over his face, and jaw, and nibbling into his neck. "I thought I'd never finish that essay. Who cares about the social effects of the Napoleonic Code?"

Puck wrapped an arm around Kurt's shoulders, and steered him towards the family room. "You want a coke or something to eat?"

"No thanks, sweetie, I'm good."

On the flat screen in the family room, a football game was playing. The diva turned to his boyfriend, eyebrows raised in surprise. "Football?"

Puck took Kurt's hand, and led him over to the couch. "Yep."

Puck sat. Kurt did not. Hand on his hip, eyes flashing, the diva's opinion was pretty clear. "Noah Puckerman, you did not invite me over to watch football!"

The jock raised his hands, a placating gesture. "No, I invited you over to help me enact a fantasy."

Kurt crossed his arms over his chest. "Go on."

Puck had trouble meeting Kurt's eyes, his cheeks were tingeing pink, but he took a deep breath. "I want to play with you while I'm watching the game."

"Play with me?"

The jock waved his hand indicating the diva's ass.

Kurt's eyes widened. "Oh." He had no objections to Puck 'playing' with him, but…. "We 'play' with each other all the time, why do we have to be watching football, which you know very well, I have absolutely no interest in."

Puck held Kurt's hands, playing with his fingers. "But I like football, and I like you, and I want to enjoy both at the same time. You don't have to watch the game. You can relax and just let me touch you." He tugged on Kurt's hands, bringing the other boy closer until he was standing between Puck's legs. "You know you like it when I touch you." Puck moved one hand up the back of Kurt's thigh and squeezed his ass.

Kurt's eyes closed and he wriggled into Puck's hand. "Lucky for you, I'm easy."

Puck jumped up to hug Kurt. "Great!" He kissed the other boy, hard and fast. "You're the best!"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Uh Huh."

Puck got comfortable on the couch. "Take your clothes off."

Kurt's hand stopped on the second button of his shirt. "We're alone, right?"

"Yeah, my mom and sister are at my cousin's. They won't be back till late."

Puck watched as Kurt stripped. He was always amazed at how fast the other boy could get naked. Kurt put everything on the nearest chair. He stopped in front of the couch. "So, what do you want me to do?"

Puck opened his arms, making room on his lap. "Lie down on your stomach."

Once Kurt was spread out, his ass over Puck's lap, the jock took a cushion from the end of the couch and placed it under his boyfriend's head. "Comfortable?"

Kurt wrapped one arm around the pillow, and snuggled into it. He wriggled a bit in Puck's lap. "Yeah"

Puck sat back, eyes roaming the delectable body before him. Perfect! God, he's perfect! Acres of pale touchable skin in his arms, oh, where to start? Decisions, decisions. The jock reached out and stroked the firm ass. His fingers curled and dug into the smooth flesh. And that's when Puck realized that fantasies play out differently in the real world than they do in your head. In his fantasy, he was watching the game, enjoying it and his hands were playing over Kurt almost unconsciously. But, here in the real world, he hadn't looked at the screen once since Kurt took his clothes off. The game was background noise, all his focus was on Kurt. Well, Hell!

The McKinley badass wasn't going to admit defeat. He took a deep breath, and forced his eyes to the screen. If he didn't look at Kurt, this could work, right? Eyes on the game, Puck let his hands trail over Kurt's body. O.K. better, he could do this! Using both hands, Puck smoothed and stroked from shoulder to thigh. Sometimes his touch was light; sometimes he dug his fingers in deep.

Kurt's eyes were closed; he was relaxed, enjoying the stroking. "You know, Noah, this wasn't a bad idea. Feels good."

Puck glanced at his boyfriend, taking in the happy smile on his face. "Good. Just relax and enjoy. We're not going to do anything else until the game's over."

Kurt nuzzled into the pillow. "O.K." He was getting sleepy under Puck's massaging hands.

"YES! Interception!" Puck yelled at the screen and taped out a drum roll on Kurt's ass; short, sharp slaps.

"Noah!"

"Oh, sorry, babe." Puck grinned at his boyfriend. "Interception!"

Kurt had no idea what an interception was and couldn't care less. "Great." Kurt tucked his head back into the pillow and relaxed under Puck's slow strokes.

"YES! Field Goal!" This time Kurt was prepared for the slaps. Great, he was some kind of drum! Kurt was very awake now. The slapping thing was new for him. Puck was the one who liked to feel the burn. Kurt had learned exactly how Puck liked to be spanked and he really got a kick out of making Puck all hot and bothered. He had never thought about trying it himself, though.

"YES! Touchdown!" Drum roll on his ass. Surprisingly, the slaps didn't hurt. They were just a different sensation. Of course, Puck wasn't hitting him hard. Kurt started listening to the game, not that he knew or cared about who was winning, but when the crowd roared, Puck yelled and Kurt got another drum roll. Which he was really starting to want more of….who knew!

"Noah, when is the game over?"

"18 minutes on the clock."

Kurt knew enough about football to know that 18 minutes football time was much longer in actual time. Kurt couldn't decide if that was good or bad. On the up side, there was time for more drum rolls which he was starting to appreciate. On the down side, the more stimulating he found the slaps the less content he was to just lie here.

Puck was getting better at multi-tasking. Now, he could focus on both the game and Kurt. His hands seemed to work independently of his brain. They curved over Kurt's hips, and then separated. One hand stroked from the nape of the diva's neck to the base of his spine, the other dipped between the other boy's thighs, ghosting over his balls.

Kurt's breath hitched. Oh, god, this felt too good.

Puck's hands played with Kurt in earnest now. They rolled his balls gently, pressed into his perineum, and trailed over his anus. And whenever Puck's team did something he approved of, he taped the drum roll into Kurt's ass.

"Noah" Kurt's voice was a little strained. "How much time is left on the clock?"

"6 minutes, babe."

Kurt groaned softly into the pillow. This is torture. I'm going to kill him. Puck's thumbs were pressing around his hole, stretching him. His hands seemed to be everywhere, stroking along his inner thighs, pressing against his perineum, playing with his balls and his anus. Kurt was going up in flames and the damn game wasn't over yet!

The crowd roared, Puck yelled, spanked out another drum roll and turned Kurt over. "We Won!"

Kurt blinked up at his boyfriend. "It's over?"

"Yeah, we won!"

Kurt fisted his hands into Puck's T-shirt, and pulled the jock down on top of him. "Where's the lube?"

Puck looked puzzled. "Where it always is, in my bedside table."

Kurt groaned. "Are you kidding me?" Kurt jumped off the couch and started to run out of the room. He stopped at the entrance to the family room and turned back. "Get naked, now!"

Puck got undressed as fast as he could. When Kurt growled like that, he wasn't kidding.

The diva came flying back into the room, lube and condom in hand. "Down."

Puck stretched out on the carpet, he had no idea what his boyfriend wanted to do, and he didn't care. Kurt had never yet come up with something that Puck didn't like. Kurt straddled Puck and handed him the condom. "Open it." Kurt squirted lube, slicking both hands, and dropped the bottle next to them. He fisted Puck's cock with one hand, and prepared himself with the other. Thank Dior, for all those years of piano. He was pretty much ambidextrous.

Puck watched as Kurt stretched himself. Kurt was beautiful like this; cheeks flushed, hair falling into his eyes, moaning just a little as he switched from two fingers to three. Kurt rode his own fingers for a bit and then leaned over Puck and bit into his mouth. He sucked on Puck's tongue and licked at his bottom lip. He broke the kiss, and leaned back. "Put it on." Now it was Kurt's turn to watch as Puck rolled on the condom and coated his cock with lube.

Kurt rose over Puck and lowered himself onto the other boy's cock; one fast smooth thrust down. Kurt gasped, and Puck groaned. "Oh, God! Kurt!" Puck cupped Kurt's hips, waiting as Kurt adjusted, reveling in the tightness and heat that was Kurt.

Kurt locked eyes with Puck, and moved. All the impatience and need that had built up during the game came spilling out onto the boy beneath him. Kurt slammed down and Puck thrust up, their rhythm hard and fast. Kurt arched his back, and Puck wrapped his fist around the other boy's cock. Kurt scratched his nails across one of Puck's peaked nipples. "Again, do that again." Puck groaned. He moved his fist over Kurt faster. "Kurt, Kurt, now!"

Puck lay on his side, head resting in one hand. Kurt sat crossed legged beside him. "So, was that as good as you thought it would be?"

The jock grinned at the diva. "Better!" Puck ran a hand over Kurt's thigh. "We can do that again, sometime, right?"

"I think we should try it the other way around, first."

"What do you mean?"

"The next time, you should be naked in my lap, while we watch…" Kurt thought for a second. "The Phantom"

Puck groaned. "Awww, Princess, the Phantom."

"Or, Les Mis."

"No, No, The Phantom's fine." Kurt laughed and stretched out beside Puck, curled into his side.

Puck threaded his fingers through Kurt's, clasping their hands together. "You know, Kurt, you didn't watch the whole game."