Chapter 15: Doctor, Doctor.
Puck shouldered his backpack, and threaded his way through students crowding the halls between classes. He nodded to Mike and Sam, and exchanged pleasantries with Santana, "Satan" "Pucker-Up". The halls emptied out as students slotted in to their allocated classrooms. Puck strolled casually. He had no intention of going to math class. The narrow bed in the Nurse's office was calling his name, nap time.
"Mrs. McIntyre" Puck nodded at the school nurse, as he passed her desk. She didn't even look up from her computer, "Puckerman." She knew, of course, that Puck wasn't sick, didn't have a headache or a temperature, but he cleaned her daughter's pool for free, so she ignored his naps. Curtains hung on a ceiling track, dividing the room in two. Puck pulled them closed and settled himself on the bed, sighing as his eyes slid shut.
Minutes later, just as he was succumbing to sleep and hopefully porn worthy dreams, the curtains rattled on their track. Puck's eyes shot open. What the hell? No one disturbed him, here. Puck lifted himself onto his elbows, ready to tell whoever had the nerve to …
The curtains separated and Kurt slipped through them. He smiled at Puck, and took his jacket off. "Mr. Puckerman, you're here for your physical?" Kurt switched his jacket for the white lab coat hanging on the coatrack in the corner. He took a stethoscope out of the pocket and draped it around his neck.
Puck grinned, and lay back down. "Who are you, Doogie Howser?"
Kurt started to undo the buttons on Puck's shirt. "Don't tell me you have a thing for Neil Patrick Harris?"
Puck snaked a hand under the lab coat, and wrapped it around Kurt's hip. "Nah, I'm not into married guys."
Kurt placed the stethoscope over Puck's heart, and pretended to listen. "Good to know." He moved the stethoscope down Puck's torso, following its path with his lips.
By the time, the stethoscope and Kurt's mouth reached Puck's belt, his cock was straining against his zipper. Kurt placed his hand over the denim bulge, and grinned at Puck. "I'm sorry to inform you, Mr. Puckerman, that you have an unusual swelling in your groin. I'll have to drain it."
Puck thrust up into Kurt's hand. "Definitely."
Kurt held his hand out to Puck, and pulled him up. He turned Puck until he was sitting, facing him, legs dangling off the side of the bed. Kurt stepped between Puck's legs, and ground his own swelling into the Titan player's. Puck wrapped his arms around Kurt, and buried his head in the countertenor's neck. He licked and bit at the sensitive skin behind Kurt's ear. Kurt ran his hands over Puck's back, and glued their pelvises together. Puck breathed against Kurt's ear. "More, Kurt, more."
Kurt pulled Puck's head back until he could see his face. "What about …?" Kurt nodded towards the nurse's desk beyond the curtains.
Puck shook his head. "She left for lunch."
Kurt bit into Puck's mouth, and then pressed his shoulders away. "Turn"
Puck turned onto his stomach, his feet on the floor, stretched over the narrow bed. He unbuckled, and unzipped, and shoved his jeans down his legs.
Kurt dug a blister pack of lube out of one pocket, a condom out of the other, and struggled to push his skinny jeans out of the way. "Damn it!"
Puck turned his head, and smirked. "Told you to wear looser pants."
Kurt gave Puck a dirty look, as he rolled the condom on. "Shut up." He coated his fingers, and slid them down Puck's crease. He leant over his boyfriend's back, biting along his shoulders, as his fingers played with his hole. Puck clenched his hands around the edge of the bed. He thrust back into Kurt, feeling the countertenor's cock slide against his ass. "I'm ready."
"No, you're not." Kurt switched to three fingers, and Puck groaned. Kurt twisted his fingers, and Puck started to pant. He pressed the small patch of nerves, and Puck dropped his forehead onto the bed, closing his eyes. "Now."
Kurt slid his fingers over and over the same spot. "No."
Puck pushed down onto Kurt's fingers. "Kurt!"
Kurt dropped feather light kisses over Puck's back, and down his spine. He whispered against his ear. "Shhh! Who's the doctor, here?"
Puck could feel a whine trying to slip out of his mouth. He absolutely refused to beg, no way. "Kurt, I'm going to make you pay for this."
Kurt bit Puck's earlobe. "I'm counting on it." He took the hand that wasn't busy stretching Puck, and slid two fingers along the length of Puck's shaft. Puck moaned at the teasing touch. Kurt continued the light touches that tested Puck's patience. "Hummel!"
Kurt aligned himself, and pushed in; slow, sure, deep. Holding Puck's hips, he waited, not so much for Puck to accept him, because Puck was more than ready. No, he waited, because he loved this, this first feel; warm, wet, tight…perfect. Puck's body pulsed around him, the best feeling ever. Well, almost. Kurt snapped his hips, yeah, this was even better.
Puck braced himself against the bed, and pushed back onto Kurt, meeting every stroke. No more talking, just the sound of grunts, flesh hitting flesh, and "YES! Yes. Yes."
Kurt reached under Puck, and pumped his cock, twisting his palm over the head. He finished first, slumping over Puck's back, his hand still around Puck's cock.
Puck couldn't move with Kurt plastered over his back, but he didn't want to. Kurt felt good over him, like this; warm, and heavy, and right. Kurt felt good over him, under him, in him…Kurt just always felt good. Puck moved to brush Kurt's hand away to finish himself off.
"No, let me." Kurt slid out of Puck, tossed the condom, and tugged at Puck's hips, turning him. Kurt slid to his knees, between the jock's legs, and sucked him into the back of his throat.
"Fuck!" Puck's head went back, his eyes squeezed shut. Kurt's tongue traced circles around Puck's shaft, his lips tugged. Puck opened his eyes, and reached down, threading his fingers through Kurt's hair. He would never get tired of this picture; Kurt's lips stretched around his cock, his hair messed, his lashes fluttering against his cheek. Fucking hot! And then Kurt looked up, crystal eyes branding Puck. That's all it ever took really, Kurt's eyes looking up at him like this, and Puck lost it, every time.
Kurt swallowed, and held Puck's cock in his mouth, his tongue softly swirling. When Puck's cock stopped pulsing, Kurt released him, and sat back on his knees.
Puck wrapped a hand around the back of Kurt's neck, and leaned down to kiss him.
Smiling at each other, they tucked themselves back into their clothes; zipped and buttoned. Kurt replaced the lab coat on the coat rack, and put his own jacket back on. Puck put an arm around Kurt's shoulders, as Kurt pulled the curtains aside. "Nice bedside manner, Princess!"
Kurt elbowed Puck in the ribs. "That's Dr. Princess to you!"