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Chapter 14 – Way Too Fast

Walking through the streets of Lima at night-time with Noah Puckerman's arm draped around his shoulders was not something Kurt had ever imagined himself to do. Yet he found himself doing exactly that and actually enjoying the other boy's company as he settled his own arm around Puck's waist. It felt odd for Kurt to be so close to another boy but Puck seemed so comfortable and at ease with it all.

They stopped to sit on a park bench, just talking, their arms still wrapped around one another. Out in the dark with the moon and stars glowing in the night sky, Kurt had to admit that the situation did feel very romantic. He wondered if Puck was going to kiss him. The thought had barely crossed his mind before he turned invisible.

"Sorry," Kurt apologised. "I still haven't quite gotten these new tricks under control just yet. But I'm working on it."

"You'll get there," Puck told him supportively, tightening his arm around Kurt's shoulders a little to make sure he knew where the boy was.

"Mercedes is doing really well," Kurt said conversationally. "At the moment she seems to be the only one who can make her powers do what she wants when she wants them to."

"Well don't worry, we'll find a way to figure this out," Puck replied. "Come on, let's walk some more," he stood up, offering his hand to the invisible boy who took it without hesitation.

"This entire situation still seems crazy to me," Kurt commented. "Sometimes I even struggle to accept that this is really happening."

"Yeah," Puck agreed. "I mean, I've read a few comic books and seen some superhero movies, but for this kind of thing to actually be happening in real life to people I know is insane."

"I wasn't talking about the weird power stuff," Kurt said. "I was talking about us," he revealed in almost a whisper.

"What's so crazy about us?" Puck asked in an amused tone. "I'm hot, you're hot. The two of us hooking up makes complete sense if you ask me."

"I guess I always thought I'd be by myself until college," Kurt admitted. "No prom date, no boyfriends, no sex. I just kind of accepted that I'd be a lonely dateless loser throughout High School."

"Hey, there's no way someone as sexy as you could still be a virgin when you finish High School," Puck claimed. "That'd be like a crime. You're way too hot not to have your ass fucked."

"You really have a unique way of complimenting people," Kurt replied. He was blushing brilliantly and couldn't meet Puck's eye. Thankfully his invisibility disguised those facts.

"I wish I could see how badly you're blushing right now," Puck said. "It kinda turns me on when you blush," he explained casually. "So, out of interest, what do I do to turn you on?"

"Ha," Kurt laughed nervously. It really wasn't shocking for Puck to ask such things but Kurt found himself flustered nonetheless. "Well, as the girls constantly point out to me, you do have great arms," Kurt told him.

"Hell yeah," Puck agreed proudly. "I put a lot of hard work into these babies."

"And I suppose I've always secretly swooned over you a little whenever you play guitar," Kurt admitted.

"So you should," Puck nodded. "That guitar was the one thing my old man left when he walked out. I think my mum just wanted to smash it against the wall but I didn't let it. I took it up to my room and I taught myself to play. It took a while. My hands were kinda too small for it at first but I kept practising. My dad had always told me that chicks loved dudes who could play an instrument."

It was odd hearing Puck talk about his father. Other than occasionally claiming his dad was a deadbeat, Puck never really talked about him much. Kurt wasn't really sure how to respond. He couldn't relate to having disappointing parents. He knew how lucky he was to have his dad and his mum had been beautiful and wonderful when she was alive.

"The girls go crazy for a guy who plays sports too," Puck said. "That's why it's so easy for guys on the Football team to hook up with cheerleaders."

"Hmm, well, I'm not a girl and sport really isn't my thing," Kurt pointed out.

"Maybe not," Puck shrugged. "But I reckon you could get into the spirit of things. Our next Football game is a week away. You should come and watch and cheer me on."

"Ok," Kurt agreed making a mental note to bring the girls with him so he wouldn't be sitting in the stands alone.

"Awesome," Puck grinned. "You could even help me shower afterwards."

"And you're back to being a pervert," Kurt commented.

"I know, I know, I think with my dick," Puck laughed. "It's always been a problem. A very big problem I might add."

Crossing his arms over his chest, Kurt shivered in the cold and burrowed further into Puck, seeking out his warmth.

"Come on, I'll walk you home," Puck said realising his invisible companion was starting to shiver. "If I had a jacket I'd totally let you wear it," he told him. "But I've just got this shirt."

"It's ok, I'm fine," Kurt replied.

"What the hell, I'm gonna give you my shirt anyway," Puck insisted stripping it off and draping it across Kurt's shoulders just as the boy conveniently became visible again.

"Aren't you cold?" Kurt asked as Puck stood shirtless.

"I'm a badass, I can handle it," Puck answered as his nipples pebbled in the night air.

"You're insane," Kurt told him putting his arm back round Puck's waist and walking quicker towards his house.

On the way, it started to rain, heavily. Kurt tried to give Puck his shirt back but the muscular teen refused and determinedly strode down the street topless.

Arriving back at Kurt's, they stealthily moved round to the back of the house and Kurt stepped through the wall and into his basement bedroom. He then opened his bedroom window and Puck smiled at him from the other side. Once again, Kurt wondered if Puck might kiss him, but this time the thought didn't turn him invisible.

"You could come in," Kurt offered. "I'd feel bad if you walked home in the rain without a coat. You could get sick."

"Hey, if you're sure I can stay here I'm good with that," Puck told him.

"Just come in, you idiot," Kurt sighed stepping back from the window so Puck could climb through. "I'll get you a towel," he disappeared through the wall of his adjoining bathroom and returned with a towel in hand. Puck had closed the window, kicked off his shoes, peeled off his socks and was already stepping out of his pants. Closing his eyes, Kurt took a deep breath and tried to calm down about the fact Noah Puckerman was now stood naked in his bedroom. "Let's get you dry," Kurt said moving over to his guest and drying his tanned skin with the towel. He was blushing and invisible again and took advantage of his invisibility to truly admire Puck's body.

He knew Puck was very good-looking. Anybody could see that. Even straight guys would probably admit to it. But now that Kurt was so close to him, drying off his nude form, it was like he was seeing Puck for the first time and he was overwhelmed by just how gorgeous the other teenager was.

He worked the towel over Puck's muscles, taking in the sight of his abs and nipples. He dried Puck's back, his mouth going dry as he moved lower and ran the towel over Puck's ass. It was hairless and round and Kurt was desperate to reach out and squeeze the flesh. Bending down, Kurt dried Puck's legs. They were strong and hairy and definitely responding positively to Kurt's touch. Moving round on his knees, Kurt came face to face with Puck's manhood. The guitarist was half-hard and Kurt was getting excited too. Slowly, Kurt dried the front of Puck's legs, bringing the towel up higher. As he dried Puck's inner-thighs, Kurt's hand accidentally brushed against Puck's balls.

"Sorry," Kurt squeaked out dropping the towel and lowering his head to the floor.

"It's ok," Puck told him as he took himself in his hand. "Keep going."

Looking back up, Kurt whimpered as he watched Puck stroke himself to full hardness. He had of course seen Puck masturbate before, but it felt different this time. Picking up the towel, Kurt dried Puck's other leg. As he reached the top of Puck's thigh, the naked teen grabbed Kurt's hand and directed it to his penis, guiding Kurt's strokes, the towel in a forgotten pile on the floor.

Bizarrely, Kurt found himself wondering how Rachel might react if she were able to hear his thoughts now. He was on his knees in front of a naked Noah Puckerman, jerking him off. Tina and Mercedes would no doubt die of excitement when he told them in the morning.

Standing to his feet, Kurt continued stroking Puck's dick, his own erection tenting his pants. Lifting his eyes to Puck's face, it felt like the other boy was looking back at him. A quick glance down informed Kurt that he was still invisible, yet Puck still seemed to have a strong idea of where he was. Kurt then wondered if Puck could tell where he was simply because his heart was thumping so loudly in his chest.

Reaching his hand up to Puck's face, Kurt lightly cupped his cheek and Puck seemed to melt into the touch, moving his head so his lips pressed a kiss to Kurt's palm. Once again, Kurt wondered if Puck might kiss him, a real kiss, on the mouth.

"Mmm, fuck," Puck swore as his hips jerked forwards. "Kurt, I'm so close."

For a moment, Kurt was confused. Realisation then dawned on him. Puck was going to cum. He, Kurt Hummel, was going to make Puck cum. The thought was both thrilling and terrifying and Kurt didn't know what to make of the situation. His heart was beating, his breathing was ragged and he was sporting an erection. He knew that he was more aroused than he had even been in his life. But as exciting as that was, it was also scary and just a little too much for Kurt. He let go of Puck's penis and stepped away.

"Don't… don't stop," Puck pleaded reaching out and finding Kurt's upper-arms.

"I… I…" Kurt couldn't think of anything to say. He wanted Puck to kiss him, desperately. He wanted Puck to do more than just kiss him and that just wasn't the type of thing Kurt Hummel was used to wanting.

"It's ok," Puck soothed. "Baby, it's ok. Just stay with me." One hand ventured down Kurt's body and cupped him between the legs making the boy gasp. "You're hard," Puck commented before his hands moved to pull Kurt's sweater off over his head.

"What are you…?" Kurt asked nervously as Puck's fingers found the invisible boy's belt.

"Tell me you don't want this," Puck said as he unfastened Kurt's skinny jeans. "Tell me you don't want this and I promise I'll stop."

Kurt was silent as Puck stripped him bare. Once Kurt was fully naked, Puck ran his hands up the boy's body until he was cupping his face.

"No more hiding," Puck told him. "Let me see you."

After several seconds, Kurt became visible, his cheeks flushed from arousal and embarrassment.

"Can I kiss you now, Kurt?" Puck asked resting their foreheads together and staring longingly at his lips. "Please?" he begged.

"Please," Kurt replied with just as much yearning.

With a groan, Puck's mouth covered Kurt's own. Not really knowing what to do, Kurt just stood in Puck's arms, letting the other boy take control and explore his pliant mouth. After a while, Kurt wound his arms about Puck's neck, drawing him closer. He moaned as their stiff cocks brushed against one another and boldly darted his tongue out to caress against Puck's, becoming a willing participant of the kiss rather than just a recipient.

Puck steered them to Kurt's bed and his hands and mouth were everywhere, exploring every inch of Kurt. Hiding his face in his hands, Kurt poured his concentration into staying quiet so that his dad wouldn't be disturbed by any obscene moans. His eyes fluttered shut and he thrashed his head from side to side on the pillows as Puck's warm wet mouth wrapped around his cock.

"Stop," Kurt called out suddenly and Puck pulled off of him, sitting up on his haunches. "I… I can't. This is… this is too much."

"Sorry, dude, I just wanted…" Puck tried to explain but Kurt placed his hands over his ears shaking his head.

"Don't say anything," Kurt sighed. "Just, please, put some clothes on."

Looking through Kurt's wardrobe, Puck found a pair of loose yoga pants and pulled them on. Turning back to the bed showed him that Kurt was invisible again but he could tell where he was due to the quilt covers pulled up over the shape of the boy's knees.

"Do you want me to leave?" Puck asked scratching at his shaved head awkwardly.

"No," Kurt responded quietly.

"Are we gonna talk?" Puck asked.

"No," Kurt said again. "I'm going to sleep."

"Mind if I take a cold shower?" Puck sighed.

"Fine," Kurt answered him as he settled onto his side on the bed.

As Puck slipped into the adjoining bathroom to take a shower, Kurt found himself nibbling nervously on his thumbnail. That morning, Kurt had never kissed a boy before. A few short minutes ago he had been naked in bed with one having a passionate make-out session and receiving oral. It had just moved way too fast for Kurt, he wasn't ready for sex.

Inevitably, Puck returned to the bedroom and crawled onto the other side of the bed.

"Kurt?" Puck asked in a whisper. "Are you awake?"

Kurt feigned sleep. The following morning, he woke up to find that Puck had left.

To Be Continued…

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