Fight
Author's Note: This chapter was written in response to a prompt from AwesomeAssFics. Hope this works for you :)
Puck and Kurt are watching a video on Kurt's laptop. The boys are sitting next to each other on the sofa in Kurt's room, the laptop between them. The movie is a rental from iTunes' LGBT section. The small screen shows two men who seem to be en route to fucking via the ultimate fight club. The boys are enthralled by the scene unfolding before them. They're fascinated and aroused.
Puck can feel his heartbeat in his ears. He turns to Kurt, curious about his boyfriend's reaction. Kurt's mouth is opened slightly, and there's a faint hint of pink across his cheeks. His hands are curled into fists so tightly that his nails must be leaving marks. Puck's skin tone doesn't show blushes as readily as Kurt's but Puck can feel the heat creeping up the back of his neck.
The credits roll, and Kurt closes the laptop and bends to place it carefully on the floor. He sits up, and looks at Puck; his eyes wide and dark. Before the jock can blink, he's flat on his back and the diva is biting into his mouth and trying to pry his shirt off at the same time.
Puck drives home from Kurt's place. The car radio is set to an "Is He Deaf?" level. Puck's fingers thump the beat into the steering wheel. Well, that was fucking HOT! It wasn't just me either. Kurt was really turned on by that movie too. I wonder if he'd want to try that sometime.
Kurt stares at himself in the mirror as he applies his night moisturizer. He turns off the light and slides between the sheets. Well, that was fucking HOT! It wasn't just me either. Noah was really turned on by that movie too. I wonder if he'd want to try that sometime.
Finn clomps down the stairs to Kurt's bedroom. "Kurt, is this shirt O.K.?"
Kurt turns from his laptop. "Since when do you ask my opinion?"
"Rachel says that from now on, I have to check with you before our dates."
"What?"
Finn groans. "It's true. Last Saturday, she said I looked like I was going to a rodeo."
"You wore that green plaid monstrosity, didn't you?"
"Yeah. So now, I have to check with you."
Kurt looks his step-brother over. "Well, it's not great but you don't look like you're going to a rodeo, so I guess it's an improvement."
"Thanks, dude. " Finn starts up the stairs, taking 2 at a time.
"I didn't say it looked good." Kurt calls after him.
Kurt opens the door to a pair of hazel eyes and a ridiculous haircut. "Hi."
"Hey, babe." Puck leans in to graze his lips across Kurt's.
Puck walks into the foyer. Burt is standing there swinging car keys in his hand, and checking his watch. "Carole, we're going to be late."
"Hi, Mr. Hummel."
Burt nods at Puck. "Puck."
Carole walks down the stairs. "We won't be late. Hi, Puck"
"Looking good, Mrs. Hummel."
"Thank you, Puck. " Carole looks at Kurt. "Finn gone already?"
"Yeah, he left to pick up Rachel."
Burt opens the front door and holds it for Carole. "We're probably going to be home late." He doesn't look too happy about it.
"Have fun, Dad."
Burt grimaces and follows his wife out of the door. "Yeah, cause weddings of people you hardly know are always so much fun."
Kurt laughs, closes the door after his father, and turns to his boyfriend. "Looks like it's just you and me."
The jock wraps his arms around the diva's waist. "That's my idea of a perfect Saturday night."
Puck licks into Kurt's mouth. He threads his fingers through the diva's hair, and then pulls roughly, snapping the other boy's head back.
Kurt's eyes broadcast shock. "Noah?"
Puck loosens his grip a little. "Remember that movie?"
He doesn't have to be any more specific, Kurt knows which movie he's talking about. "Yeah." Kurt's tongue darts along his upper lip.
Pull tightens his grip again, pulling Kurt's hair enough that it stings. "Yes?"
The diva nods. "Yes."
The jock grabs his boyfriend by the shoulders and slams him up against the wall. Kurt's back crashes into the wall with enough force to set his framed picture of Lady GaGa askew. Puck leans in seeking Kurt's lips, but the diva plants both hands against Puck's chest and shoves. Puck stumbles back a few steps and grins.
Puck grabs Kurt and spins him around, pinning his arms at his side. He nips small bites down the side of the diva's neck. Kurt elbows Puck in the stomach and slides out of reach as Puck gasps for breath.
Kurt comes up behind Puck and grabs his strip of hair. He pulls the jock's head back, and bites into the skin where Puck's neck joins his shoulder.
Puck spins out of Kurt's hold, and faces the diva. He tries to drag him in for a kiss. Kurt hooks his boot behind Puck's knee and sweeps his leg out from under him. The jock tumbles to the floor and the diva drops on top of him. Kurt locks their mouths together. Puck wraps his arms around Kurt, groaning into the kiss.
Puck drags his mouth away from Kurt's. He gets a knee between their bodies and pushes Kurt off him.
Both boys scramble to their feet. Puck throws a punch. He doesn't put much strength into, because he doesn't want to actually hurt Kurt. The diva blocks the punch easily and throws one of his own. Kurt's punch connects because Puck is too shocked to react in time.
"Hey!" Puck rubs his jaw. "Who taught you to box?"
Kurt dances lightly on his feet, smiling smugly. "Dad. Years ago." Kurt crooks his fingers at Puck, a 'bring it on' gesture.
Puck charges Kurt, taking him down and straddling him. "Know anything about wrestling?"
"No."
"Good!" Puck pins Kurt down. The jock presses the diva's wrists to the floor, and captures his mouth. Kurt sighs into the kiss, nibbling Puck's bottom lip. The jock releases the diva's wrists, and twines their fingers together. Puck slides off Kurt, lying on his back, his right hand still holding Kurt's left.
The boys are silent for a while. "Is it just me, or did that seem way hotter in the movie?"
Kurt rolls onto his side, facing Puck. "You too?"
Puck shrugs. "Yeah, it was fun but it didn't make my blood burn."
Kurt nods. "Yeah, most of the time, I just wanted to laugh. It didn't make me want to rip your clothes off."
"Think we're doing something wrong?"
Kurt curls up against Puck's side. "Maybe, but I don't care."
Puck pulls Kurt closer, and presses a kiss into his hair. "Me neither."
The jock lifts his head, and smirks at the diva. "Nice left hook there, Princess."
Kurt laughs and rolls on top of Puck. The jock spreads his legs, wrapping them around the countertenor's hips. Kurt sinks into Puck, sweeping his tongue over his teeth, and biting his lip. The diva sits back on his knees and starts to unbutton the jock's shirt. Blue eyes smile into hazel. "Now, I want to rip your clothes off."