Chapter 25: I Don't Care
"Open it." Kurt picked up the envelope, the return address very clearing stating Ohio State University, and shoved it at Puck.
Stubborn descended, dropping over Puck's face and leaking into the rigid set of his shoulders. He stepped back and the letter fell to the floor.
"Oh, so mature!" Kurt picked the white rectangle up and snapped it down on Puck's bureau. "What is your problem?"
"I told you. I'm not going to college." Puck glared at his boyfriend. "I'm barely scraping through my classes now. This," Puck waved at the offending envelope, "is not for me."
Exasperated, Kurt flopped down on Puck's bed. "We talked about this, Noah."
"No, you talked about this." Puck's eyebrows lowered into the scowl that still had freshmen running for the nearest exit. "You talked and talked and threatened to stop," Puck waved a hand indicating his penis, "so I sent in the damn applications but I'm not going."
Noah glowered at him, arms crossed over his chest, muscles bunched, lips pressed together in a tight line. Kurt could practically hear him grinding his teeth. "Fine!" Kurt surged up from the bed, slapping a hand into Puck's shoulder. "Good!" He pushed and Puck backed up a step. "Stay in Lima. Clean pools for the rest of your life." He shoved and Puck smacked into the wall.
Puck had more muscle mass and easily outweighed his boyfriend but surprise held him captive. Kurt didn't go all He-Man on him, at least, not with his clothes on. Shit! He was really pissed.
Kurt's fingers wrestled with the buckle on Puck's belt, slid his zipper down and pulled his cock free. "I don't care." That, of course, was a fucking lie. Kurt cared. "I'm going to New York."
Fisting Noah's cock, Kurt slipped to his knees. "You can fuck every guy you find at Scandals." He licked a line up the underside of Puck's shaft. "You can go back to the cougars who ogle you at the mall." He sucked on the flushed red crown and Puck moaned. "You can stay right here," Kurt slipped one hand between Puck's legs and palmed his sac, "and wait for me."
Mouth sliding along Puck's length, tongue lapping, loving the feel of Puck on his tongue, Kurt almost forgot how pissed he was, almost. Looking up, tracing his tongue under the ridge of the crown, Kurt pulled off. "I'm going to forget you the minute I get off the plane." Kurt squeezed the globes nestled together in his hand. "I'm going to do this with every hot guy I meet."
Sliding both hands over the denim covered hips, reaching back, Kurt grabbed Puck's ass and pulled him in, swallowing him down.
Puck's fingers clenched in Kurt's hair, as his head fell back against the wall and his lips parted on sighs of, "Oh, God. Oh, Fuck. Oh, Fuck. Kurt!"
It hurt, it fucking hurt to think of Kurt with someone else. That image, Kurt, his Kurt, blowing some stranger was painfully obscene, mind-numbing hurtful and so ball-tightening hot that Puck lost it. Hips jerking, he poured himself into Kurt.
Standing, Kurt swiped a hand over his mouth and grabbed a handful of Puck's T-shirt. "Do whatever the fuck you want, Noah. Go to college, don't go to college. Either way, I'm coming back and you're mine."
Sagging against the wall, the air cool around his wilting shaft, Puck stared into the crystal eyes still flashing furious at him. Skin flushed, hair flopping over his forehead, lips red and moist, Kurt was the poster boy for seriously fucking hot. He was beautiful. Puck knew that, of course, but at times like this his beauty hammered into Puck, battering him, bruising him. His skin fucking hurt just looking at Kurt.
Shrugging away from the wall, he walked into Kurt, forcing him back, crowding him against the bed. "You're going to forget me the minute your plane lands?"
"Yes." The word was confident, defiant, and a fucking lie.
Puck stroked the bulge under Kurt's zipper. "You're going to do this with every guy you meet?"
"Yes." A tiny bit of worry crept into the word now. Kurt couldn't figure out why Puck was grinning.
Puck barked out a crack of laughter. Kurt was lying through his teeth and Puck knew it. Shoving at Kurt's shoulders, he pushed until Kurt sat on his bed. Going to his knees between Kurt's legs, Puck fought with the zipper on the ridiculously tight skinnys. Finally freeing Kurt's cock, Puck held it on the palm of his hand, feeling it pulse and twitch for him. Leaning down, his tongue licking at the pink tip, he raised his eyes to Kurt's. "Then I better keep an eye on you." One hand on Kurt's thigh, one wrapped around the base of his cock, Puck sucked Kurt in. Good! So fucking good!
Pulling off, he tapped the crown of Kurt's cock against his lips. "Ohio State isn't the only college I applied to, you know."