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WARNING: Puck is a pervert

Chapter 9 – Sharing Beds with Boys

Kurt Hummel was wrong. He'd just finished up with his nightly skin-care routine when Puck climbed through his bedroom window with a massive grin on his face.

"What are you doing here?" Kurt asked in a whisper.

"We're having a sleepover remember," Puck stated as he slung his backpack down on the floor.

"I did not agree to this," Kurt pointed out. "And I certainly didn't think you'd actually be crazy enough to show up."

"Yeah, well, I'm here now," Puck shrugged stripping down to his boxers. "You'd better not hog the covers like Finn does."

"Hog the covers?" Kurt repeated in confusion watching as Puck slipped into his bed. "Wait, you want to share the bed with me? You've shared a bed with Finn?"

"Finn and I had sleepovers all the time when we were kids," Puck said. "But I guess when we were old enough to wake up with morning wood it got kinda weird. You getting in or not?" he asked gesturing to the right side of the bed.

Unless he wanted to sleep on the floor (which he didn't) there wasn't much choice. Flicking the light off, Kurt made his way to the bed and slipped in and turned onto his side keeping as far away from Puck as possible.

"Where are you?" Puck asked reaching to the nightstand and turning on the bedside lamp. "I can't see you," he stated. "I guess being around me does make you invisible. It's probably because I'm so sexy," he reasoned.

"Could you be anymore arrogant?" Kurt huffed.

"Totally," Puck smirked. "Seriously, dude, where are you?" he reached his hands out, grazing across Kurt's bum and making the boy gasp before moving his hand up his back and gripping his shoulder. "Turn over, face me," he requested and Kurt shifted around so they were visible face to invisible face. "Tell me how you're feeling."

"What, why?" Kurt asked.

"If we can find a reason or pattern that might be making you invisible maybe we can find a way for you to control it," Puck said sensibly. "If the invisible thing is happening more when you're around me then it's gotta be something to do with the way I make you feel. So, tell me, how are you feeling?"

"Uncomfortable," Kurt answered. "Nervous," he listed. "Embarrassed."

"And why are you feeling those things?" Puck asked him.

"I don't know," Kurt moved so he was on his back and staring up at the ceiling rather than the half-naked muscular boy in his bed. "I haven't had a boy in my bed before," he said. "It feels weird."

"Why?" Puck asked. "I mean, you're gay right? Shouldn't sharing a bed with a guy feel normal and natural to you?"

"Did sharing a bed with a girl for the first time feel natural to you?" Kurt questioned.

"Um…" Puck thought back to his first time. He had been fourteen when he lost his virginity to a married woman in her thirties. "Actually no," Puck admitted. "First time I had sex I thought it would be really amazing you know? Like it would make me feel like a man, all grown up and shit. But I don't think I ever felt more like a kid than I did at that moment."

"Well, I'm sure Santana meant well," Kurt commented assuming Puck's first time had been with their fellow Glee Clubber.

"Right… yeah," Puck mumbled and an uneasy silence filled the room.

"Santana wasn't your first, was she?" Kurt asked after several painfully silent minutes.

"No," was all the information Puck offered in response.

"So, um, do you understand a little about what I mean about feeling uncomfortable with a boy in my bed?" Kurt asked.

"I guess so," Puck said. "But why do you feel nervous and embarrassed? I'm not going to hurt you or anything." Kurt was silent. "That's it, isn't it?" Puck asked sounding offended. "You think I'm gonna pull some crap and attack you when you're sleeping or something."

"Well, can you blame me?" Kurt retorted with a touch of accusation to his tone. "You've thrown me in the dumpster. You've shoved my head down just about every toilet at our High School. You've thrown pee balloons at me. Need I go on?"

"That's not fair," Puck sighed sitting up. "I'm not that same asshole loser anymore. I've changed. Since I joined Glee Club, I've become a man and I haven't done anything horrible to any of you. And in case you hadn't noticed I'm actually trying to look out for you and help you. A little appreciation might be nice."

"Maybe you should just leave," Kurt suggested.

"Maybe you should pull the stick out of your ass," Puck fired back.

"Oh grow up," Kurt groaned.

"Bite me," Puck sneered.

"Maybe I'll get Tina to bite you," Kurt threatened.

"Ok, look, I did not sneak into your house in the middle of the night so we could squabble like a pair of three year olds," Puck said. "I came over to help you, at least let me try instead of being such a brat."

"I turn invisible and walk through walls," Kurt huffed. "How could you possibly help with that? Seriously, I'd like to know. Just what is it you think you can do to make me normal? Or as normal as I can be at least."

"You're talking about the gay thing again aren't you," Puck said. "You're really insecure about liking dick, huh?"

"Urgh, must you be so vulgar," Kurt groaned in disgust.

"Sorry to point out the obvious here, Kurt," Puck replied. "But you are gay. You like guys. You like cock. You really need to accept that, man."

"I have accepted it," Kurt insisted. "I'm out, I'm gay, how much more accepting of myself could I be?"

"Being out and having people know you're gay doesn't automatically mean you accept yourself," Puck argued. "You've got a hot guy in your bed and you feel uncomfortable with it. Any time I hold your hand you practically have a panic attack and turn invisible. You're gay but you're like freaked out and afraid of anything that could be considered gay. I mean, shit, Kurt, you can turn invisible and you haven't even exploited that ability by watching a bunch of guys get naked in the locker room. I bet you don't even watch porn."

"Why would I watch porn? It's disgusting," Kurt shot back.

"Right, that's it," Puck moved onto his knees and blindly reached for Kurt's body.

"Hey, get off me," Kurt hissed.

"Relax," Puck said in a gentle tone as he sat against the headboard and then manoeuvred Kurt's body so the boy was between his spread legs.

"What are you doing?" Kurt asked in a panicked tone.

"Relax," Puck repeated winding his arms loosely around Kurt's waist. "It's just a hug," he told him resting his chin on Kurt's shoulder. "A hug with a boy. It doesn't have to be scary, Kurt and it's perfectly ok for you to like it."

"Why are you doing this?" Kurt demanded to know.

"Because I want you to be comfortable around me," Puck told him. "But more importantly I want you to be comfortable with yourself. Just relax. How often do you masturbate?"

"What?" Kurt blanched. "That is none of your business."

"Just answer the question," Puck prompted.

"Never, ok, I don't do things like that," Kurt retorted.

"Never?" Puck asked sounding pained. "Jesus, no wonder you're so uptight. Look, how about this, we sit next to each other on the bed, take our little men out and we jerk off together. It'll loosen you up."

"Oh my…" Kurt couldn't finish the sentence he was in such a state of disbelief. "Please tell me I misheard what you said," he moved out of Puck's arms and sat beside him instead.

"I'm not gonna make you do anything you don't want to," Puck assured him reaching his hand out to find Kurt's shoulder and rub it in a soothing fashion. "But I'm serious, Kurt. I really think you would benefit from a good jerking off session. And you're invisible, it's not like I'll be able to see anything. But you'll be able to see me so I'm the one in the vulnerable position. Just think about it."

"I've thought about it, and I've concluded you're insane," Kurt answered.

"Fine, I guess I'll jerk off by myself then," Puck shrugged.

"Go ahead," Kurt dared not expecting Puck to do any such thing. "Oh damn it, you're actually doing that," Kurt cringed as Puck pulled himself out of his boxer shorts and wrapped his fingers around his member and started pumping up and down.

"Feel free to watch or join in," Puck told him. "I really don't mind."

Kurt didn't want to look but he'd never seen another person's penis before and Puck was undeniably attractive. He couldn't help it. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of Puck fisting himself, in his bed, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. His mouth went as dry as a desert, his heart was thundering like a jack-hammer and to his utter mortification he could feel himself swelling in his pyjama pants as he watched Puck's pornographic display.

"Shit, I'm close, man," Puck claimed and Kurt bit his lip to contain a whimper. "Fuck," Puck swore before slipping two fingers into his mouth and coating them with his saliva. He then brought them down and spread his legs wider before gently probing his asshole and crooking his fingers inside.

Kurt couldn't believe his eyes. His mouth was open, his chest was heaving as he breathed in and out and his eyes just refused to look away from the sight before him. There was a boy masturbating in his bed, and that boy was Noah Puckerman no less. The bad boy jock was gasping, panting and grunting and the noises were certainly having an affect on Kurt's anatomy.

For a few moments, Kurt even considered sliding his hand into his pyjama pants and touching himself as Puck had suggested, but he blushed from the roots of his hair to the tips of his toes at the very thought and simply crossed one leg over the other willing his erection away.

Puck came with a groan, erupting into his hand and wiping the sticky mess onto his stomach.

"You are such a boy," Kurt wrinkled his nose in disgust as he moved off the bed to grab something for Puck to tidy up with. "At least have the decency to clean yourself," Kurt said dropping a moist towellette on Puck's chest.

With a look of bliss on his face, Puck wiped his own cum off of his stomach before screwing up the wet-wipe and tossing it into the bin.

"Sure you don't want to give it a go?" Puck asked.

"Maybe another time when you aren't here watching and listening, you pervert," Kurt responded and Puck chuckled. "Now just shut up and go to sleep," Kurt instructed, still flushed and frustrated from the hard-on he was sporting.

Puck turned the lamp off and snuggled down and seemed to drift off into a peaceful sleep fairly quickly. Kurt was still sitting up, eyes fully open as he stared into the darkness feeling wide awake. After a while, when he was completely sure Puck was asleep, Kurt climbed out of the bed, picked up his cell phone and walked through the wall of his basement bedroom and into the backyard.

Looking through his contacts, he deliberated on who to call, Mercedes or Tina. In the end, he decided he'd call both so he could listen to more than one opinion. He dialled Mercedes first, apologised for waking her up before proceeding to tell her about his house guest.

"You're having a sleepover with Puck?" Mercedes asked suddenly sounding much more awake and far more excited than Kurt would have guessed.

"You don't seem as shocked as I would have expected," Kurt commented.

"He has been spending a lot of time with you since the Choir Room thing," Mercedes reasoned. "I think he really wants to look out for you."

"So it would seem," Kurt said. "But 'Cedes, he's in my house, in my bed…"

"You're sharing a bed?" Mercedes squealed. "Kurt that's great. What are you doing talking to me? Get back in there and turn on the Kurt Hummel charm."

"Are you out of your mind?" Kurt asked.

"Hear me out, white boy," Mercedes responded. "Puck is in to you."

"That's insane," Kurt claimed. "He's not even gay."

"Maybe he's bi, I don't know," Mercedes said. "But the point is, Puck likes you ok. I don't need Rachel Berry's mind-reading abilities to be able to tell that. Although Rachel did confirm his attraction to you after you guys did that duet together today."

"What? No, that's ridiculous. Rachel must have been reading his mind wrong," Kurt replied. "Of course she shouldn't have been reading his mind at all. I've told her countless times now that its intrusive and she should stay out."

"I don't think she can help it," Mercedes said fairly. "And trust me, Kurt, Puck is attracted to you and he's a hot boy with great arms, you'd be crazy not to do something about it. Go for coffee with him, or to Breadsticks, something."

"A date?" Kurt asked. "You want me to date Noah Puckerman? Might I remind you about that time when he bullied me every day."

"That's in the past," Mercedes excused. "He's changed since he joined Glee Club. Look, that guy who throws kids in the dumpsters, I don't like him very much. And honestly, I don't think Puck likes being that person either. Remember all that stuff he said to Tina, about bullies being even more vulnerable and insecure than the kids they pick on? There's more to that boy than we all thought there was."

"He masturbated in my bed," Kurt blurted out.

"Damn," Mercedes clearly hadn't been expecting to hear that.

"It was entirely perverted and inappropriate," Kurt claimed. "In fact I should have just kicked him out, right?"

"I don't know," Mercedes answered. "Did you… um, did you like it?"

"Mercedes," Kurt complained in embarrassment.

"Well, did you?" Mercedes pressed.

"It was like a car crash," Kurt said. "I didn't want to be looking but I couldn't look away."

"Did you get… um, excited?" Mercedes asked.

"Excited?" Kurt repeated in confusion.

"Did watching Puck make you hard?" Mercedes questioned bluntly.

"Mercedes," Kurt complained in embarrassment again.

"So that would be a yes," Mercedes realised.

"I couldn't help it," Kurt said defensively. "And do you know what he said to me earlier? He said I hadn't fully accepted myself being gay. Can you believe him? I mean, who does he think he is?"

"Just calm down, Kurt," Mercedes advised. "Look, if you really believe Puck crossed a line tonight then tell him so in the morning. But don't overreact or anything. Puck honestly has the hots for you. Think about it, how many straight boys masturbate in a gay boy's bed? Besides, you have just as much right as anybody to have a boyfriend and be happy."

"Puck couldn't make me happy," Kurt scoffed.

"You don't know that," Mercedes said. "Just think things over, maybe give him a chance."

"I am not asking him on a date," Kurt told her.

"Alright," Mercedes replied. "We'll talk tomorrow ok?"

"Yeah," Kurt agreed. "Night, 'Cedes." He hung up before ringing Tina who answered on the first ring sounding wide awake. "Hey, T," he greeted with a sigh.

"Kurt," she replied in acknowledgement.

"I have something I need to tell you," Kurt said.

"If this is about me breaking people's fingers I don't want to hear it," Tina replied in a bored tone.

"No, no, it's not that," Kurt told her quickly. "I need to talk to you about Puck."

"I'm listening," Tina responded with a sultry purr to her tone sounding a lot more interested.

"He masturbated in my bed and now he's asleep in my room," Kurt explained in a rush.

"Kurt Hummel, you just made my night," Tina claimed. "Tell me more."

"Mercedes says he has the hots for me, but that can't be true, that's just insane, right?" Kurt asked.

"Wrong," Tina answered. "Puck is desperate for you and if you're truly honest with yourself then you have to admit that you're at least curious about him."

"Did I mention that he masturbated in my bed?" Kurt queried. "Does that not sound weird or rude or damn right inappropriate to you?"

"Not at all, it sounds hot," Tina smirked.

"Great," Kurt retorted sarcastically. "I suppose you're going to tell me I should date Puckerman too."

"You'd make a hot couple," Tina pointed out. "But my advice to you would be to go back to bed, touch yourself, and mark Puck with your seed claiming him as yours."

"Tina, your mind is both filthy and disturbing, I'm hanging up on you now," Kurt said.

He spun on his heel and walked back through the wall of the house and into his basement bedroom. He rejected Tina's advice and simply crawled into the bed and closed his eyes to go to sleep.

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The following morning, Kurt woke up with Puck's arms locked around him and the larger boy's morning wood pressing into his rear.

To Be Continued…

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