Chapter 16: Slow Burn
It was Friday, the first day of spring, not that you'd know it by the weather. Outside the classroom window, snow still clung to the grass. Kurt glanced at his watch, 9:40 AM. It was a scientific phenomenon that deserved more research; Fridays were actually longer than any other day of the week.
Kurt looked over at Puck. His boyfriend was slouched in his seat, totally ignoring the droning teacher, engrossed in some game on his phone. Kurt's eyes roamed the broad shoulders, the muscled arms, the stupid hair cut… even after all these months, watching Puck unaware like this, Kurt still found the fact, that Puck was his boyfriend, shocking. There should be some kind of sign, some hint, that there was more to Puck than a badass in jeans. Kurt envisioned a black leather band, or maybe a tattoo, "Property of Kurt Hummel". He smiled at the thought of Puck's reaction to that suggestion!
Feeling Kurt's eyes on him, Puck looked up from his phone. Kurt picked up a pencil, and locking onto Puck's eyes, very slowly, ran his lips along its length. Puck's eyes followed Kurt's lips. He looked at the clock on the wall over the classroom door, and groaned.
Kurt grinned, and Puck flashed him a glare. The Titan player picked up his phone and tapped quickly.
Kurt's phone vibrated.
2 can play that game, Hummel
Kurt thought for a second.
you can play with me anytime
Kurt watched as Puck read his text. When the other teen looked up from his phone, Kurt smiled suggestively.
Puck grinned and gave Kurt the one finger salute.
Kurt tapped his phone's keypad.
exactly!
"Mr. Puckerman, Mr. Hummel, please don't let my class disturb you." The history teacher got sarcastic when she was pissed.
On his way to English, Kurt passed Puck's geography class. He stopped in the doorway, and scanned the room. Puck was just sliding into his usual desk in the back row. Dropping his books on the desk, he looked up and saw Kurt. Kurt leaned one shoulder against the door, and spread his legs open, nothing obviously indecent, just a few inches really, but it got Puck's attention. Kurt put a hand on his knee and ran it up his inner thigh. He stopped with his hand on his hip, fingers splayed across his thigh, pointed down toward his groin.
Puck came up off his seat…
"I wasn't aware you were in this class, Kurt?" The geography teacher stood beside Kurt in the doorway.
"No, sir, I was just leaving."
In the cafeteria, at lunchtime, Puck decided that turnabout was fair play. He sat in Kurt's lap at the Glee table, and proceeded to ground his ass onto a very sensitive part of Kurt's anatomy.
"Kurt, you O.K.?" Mercedes stared at her BFF, concern in her voice.
"Fine" The word emerged as a squeak, so Kurt cleared his throat and tried again. "I'm fine, Cedes."
Santana nudged Mike, and grinned at Kurt. "You're looking a little flushed there, lady face."
Puck laughed, and wriggled on Kurt's groin.
Kurt glared at the cheerleader. "Shouldn't you be off playing tonsil hockey with Britt?"
Santana sat back and crossed her legs, all smiles. "Oh, no! It's way too interesting right here."
Mike raised his eye brows at Sam, who elbowed Artie; all three boys staring at Kurt and Puck. Watching as Kurt closed his eyes and bit his lip.
Rachel and Finn pulled up two chairs and joined the group. "Kurt, I've been thinking, we could do a duet from "Spring Awakening"?" Rachel looked at Kurt expectantly.
"Sure." Kurt's voice was a little shaky.
Finn looked at his brother, but Rachel didn't notice anything unusual. "Really?" The Streisand wannabe wasn't used to Kurt agreeing with any of her suggestions. "I thought maybe "I Don't Do Sadness" from Act II?"
"O.K." Kurt forced the word out between tight lips. Rachel finally noticed the absolute quiet at the table. No one was talking; they were all staring at Kurt and Puck.
Kurt teased a hand up Puck's inner thigh, and Puck obligingly opened his legs wider. Kurt palmed the flesh under Puck's zipper, and Puck's breath caught. Kurt clamped his fingers shut, and squeezed.
"Fuck!" Puck jumped off Kurt's lap. "Shit, Princess! You could have just asked me to move."
"Oh, and if I had asked, you would have just moved, right?" Kurt hooked a foot under a chair at the next table, and dragged it over for Puck.
Puck sat down. "Well, no, probably not."
"That's what I thought." And they grinned at each other.
On his way to his last class, Kurt slid through the congestion of students, and snuck up behind Puck. He ran his hand down the centre of Puck's back, and cupped his ass. Puck stopped. He didn't turn around. He just reached back, and grabbed Kurt's neck, pulling him closer. "Thought you didn't like PDAs?"
Kurt threw an arm around Puck's shoulder, as they walked down the hallway. "That was before."
"Before what?"
"Before I realized I can't keep my hands off you." Kurt flipped his fingers through Puck's Mohawk, and slipped into his classroom. Puck stood still amidst the swarming mass of students, until someone walked right into him. "What the fuck, Puckerman!"
Puck glanced at the classroom clock for like the fortieth time; 11 minutes to go. He pulled his phone out.
From Puck: no one's home at my place
From Kurt: your ass or mine?
From Puck: whoever gets there first tops
Kurt hit the door running, as the last buzzer rang.