Chapter 17: Just a Guy

"So, we're running this play, and Az forgets which way he's supposed to go, and plows right in to Finn. Finn's all set for the pass to Mike…" Puck extended his hand high over his head, imitating Finn's position for Kurt. "… he totally doesn't see Az. He went down like that statue in Greece, you know…"

Kurt stopped layering pasta and sauce for lasagna. He looked at Puck. "The Colossus of Rhodes?"

"Right." Puck hiked himself onto the kitchen counter beside Kurt. "Finn hits the ground like the Colossus, Az on top of him." Puck grinned. "Man, he was so pissed. He was like, 'Dude, quarterback, you don't tackle your own fucking quarterback!'"

Kurt covered the lasagna pan with tin foil. "And you helped Finn up, right?"

Puck laughed. "I took a picture and posted it to Facebook."

Kurt put the lasagna in the oven, and set the timer. "And yet, I don't miss football." Kurt did sarcastic as easily as breathing. "Strange."

Puck spread his legs so Kurt could stand between them. "You could always come back, our kicker sucks." Puck drew Kurt closer, and nuzzled into his neck. "We could get up close and personal in the locker room."

Kurt's hands glided up Puck's back, under his shirt. "We can get up close and personal right here."

Puck slid off the counter, into Kurt's mouth. His hands held Kurt's hips, and tried to slip inside his jeans. "Kurt, you're got to wear looser jeans!" Puck drew back, defeated. Kurt's skinnys locked him up tighter than armor.

Kurt stepped back, hands going to his zipper. "But they look good, right?" He grinned at Puck.

Puck growled. "Yes, they look good. Now, take them the fuck off."

Kurt watched his boyfriend as he pushed his jeans down. Puck eyes tracked Kurt's hands. "Fuck!" His eyes went wide. "What the hell are you wearing?"

Kurt trailed a hand over his own cock, rising under a red silk triangle. He smiled at Puck, eyes as innocent as a choir boy. "The McKinley colours?"

"Fuck." Puck breathed the word out as he ran his fingers over the red string crossing Kurt's hip. "Jesus!" He pressed on Kurt's hip, turning the countertenor around so that he could see…pale perfect skin bisected by red satin. "Holy fuck!"

Kurt looked over his shoulder, smiling. He had no trouble interpreting Puck's disintegration into profanity as the compliment it was. "I thought you'd like the red."

Puck dropped to his knees behind Kurt. He bit and sucked at Kurt's ass, tongue gliding along the red silk. "You were right." Puck hooked his fingers into the red strings and pulled them down Kurt's legs. He grabbed Kurt's hip with one hand, while he wrapped the other around his lover's cock, and ran his tongue down the crease of Kurt's ass.

"Fuck!" Kurt covered Puck's hand on him, and pushed back against the mouth attached to his ass. He guided Puck's hand in slow, firm strokes. He spoke on a sigh, words puffed out between the strokes. "Want… to… fuck… you."

Puck was over the counter, his jeans around his ankles before Kurt could kick off his own jeans, and tear away the thong. Kurt leaned over his boyfriend, linking his hands with Puck's, kissing along his shoulder. He licked down Puck's spine, and kissed the dimples above his ass. Kurt sucked kisses into Puck's ass. He nipped his way up the back of Puck's thighs, and bit into his boyfriend's ass. He licked down Puck's crease and over his hole. Puck moaned and tightened his fingers around Kurt's. Kurt licked, and sucked, and finally pushed his tongue into Puck. "Kurt!"

Kurt released Puck's hands and reached down to take a condom and a packet of lube out of Puck's jeans. The McKinley badass might not have been a boy scout but he was always prepared. Kurt rolled the condom on and broke the packet open with his teeth. He slicked his cock, and his fingers. He slid two into his lover, and heard a gasp that wasn't Puck's. Kurt looked up to find Finn standing in the kitchen door, mouth hanging open in shock, hand pressing against his erection.

Kurt leaned over Puck, bit his ear lobe. "Finn's watching us. Do you care if we have company?"

Puck lifted his head off the counter, and saw Finn. His friend's eyes were half closed, and his hand was rubbing his own crotch. Kurt's fingers flexed inside him, and Puck groaned. "Don't care!"

Kurt ignored Finn. He rubbed his face along Puck's back, as he slid a third finger in. Kurt kissed, and sucked the skin on Puck's shoulders and biceps, as he stretched his boyfriend. Puck pushed back against his fingers, and Kurt aligned himself. He pushed in on one deep stroke, and stopped. He looked up and yes, Finn was still watching. He motioned his step-brother over, not surprised at all, when Finn joined them.

Kurt ran one hand over Puck's back, and tugged on Finn's jeans with the other. Finn fumbled with his zipper but managed to get his cock out. Kurt wrapped a hand around Finn's cock, and pulled him closer. Finn looked down at Kurt, dazed, and bewildered and so crazy with lust he could hardly breathe. Kurt snapped his hips, thrusting into Puck, and stroked Finn. His head tipped back, and his eyes closed, feeling too much; Puck pulsing around him, Finn's length sliding under his hand.

Puck reached a hand back, grabbed Kurt's thigh, and held him. Kurt slid his free hand under Puck, and pumped his lover, fast, hard, in time to his thrusts into Puck's body. Kurt's right hand mimicked his left, whatever he did with Puck's cock, he did with Finn's.

Finn curled over Kurt, tucking his face into Kurt's neck. He wrapped one arm around Kurt's waist, and slid the other up Puck's back to grab his friend's shoulder. It didn't take much with Finn, it never did. He shuddered against Kurt and pulsed white into his almost brother's hand. Kurt slid the hand Finn no longer needed under Puck, behind his cock to stroke his balls. He slammed into his lover. He twisted the hand on Puck's cock, sliding the palm over the head, and bit into his boyfriend's neck. Puck and Kurt came almost together.

The three teens hung over each other until they could move again. Finn tucked himself away, and slumped into a kitchen chair. Kurt tossed the condom, and stepped into his skinnys. He rinsed his hands, and wet a paper towel for Puck. Puck wiped off, and dragged his jeans up his legs. He tossed the paper towel, and pulled Kurt into a kiss. Kurt relaxed into Puck, sliding their lips and tongues together.

Kurt broke the kiss slowly, never eager to leave Puck's mouth. They turned, their arms around each other's waists, to find Finn holding his head in his hands and muttering to himself. Puck looked at Kurt, his eyes asking, 'is he okay?' Kurt raised his hands, answering in mime, 'I don't know'.

Puck dropped into the chair beside Finn. "Hudson, you're not going to freak out on us are you?"

Finn raised his head, his face a mask of confusion. "Jesus, Puck what the hell did I just do. You're my friend." He looked over at Kurt and visibly blanched. "You're my brother. Fuck! What's wrong with me?"

Kurt rushed over to Finn, wrapped him in a hug. "Oh, sweetie, nothing, you didn't do anything wrong." Finn dug his head into Kurt's chest. Kurt ran his fingers through his step-brother's hair. "Shhh! I'm not really your brother, and there's nothing wrong with you." Kurt looked over at his boyfriend, and grinned. "You're just a guy with a dick."