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The Morning After Dude, where are you? You missed rehearsal. Rachel's on the warpath.
One-shot
Puck rolled his eyes, shifting slightly on the small dorm bed as he lay beside Kurt. His ass twinged in discomfort and he sent a small glare at the vibrator sitting innocently on the nightstand. Maybe that hadn't been his best plan.
But it had still been hot.
Like, fucking woah.
Your mom says she doesn't know where you are.
Relax, Finnessa. I'll deal with Rachel later. And my ma never knows where I am. Dumbass.
Kurt turned over in his sleep, arm swinging over Puck's bare waist. The blankets were somewhere on the floor and Puck wasn't fucking moving right now.
Ass.
Kurt.
Vibrator.
At once.
He wasn't moving until he absolutely had to.
To be honest, there were bits from last night that were a complete blur. Sometime after the third time he came, Kurt decided it would be a fun idea to fucking torture him. That damn toy ended up pressed against his prostate as Kurt turned the dials up and down until all Puck saw was white.
He could be wrong, but the RA may have come around at some point to complain about the noise.
Not that he was exactly coherent by the end. Kurt kept with the dial torture and started to suck him off and...
A shiver went through his body and Puck's tired hands dropped his phone to the floor.
He was fucking a sadistic son of a bitch.
Lips connected to the back of his neck, sucking and nipping lazily, but Puck's spent and overly sensitive body felt it as though it were a bite.
"Kurt," he groaned. The countertenor hummed, tugging Puck onto his back. "Dude. Ass. Hurts." Kurt rolled him back onto his stomach with a chuckle. "You're an asshole."
"Not what you were saying last night," Kurt replied, grinning cheekily as he kissed down Puck's spine.
"Good sex." Kurt's fingers kneeded at his ass and he hissed. "Shit."
"Great sex."
"Created a fuckin' monster."
"Yep."
"Ow. Dude. Seriously. Ass. It needs a break," Puck protested when Kurt spread his ass cheeks.
"Just checking. Want to make sure I didn't hurt you," Kurt said, gentle fingers checking his abused hole. Puck bit his lip, grimacing. "Okay?"
"Sore, but I'll live to fuck another day. Not today, though. My ass may fall off."
"Can't have that," Kurt chuckled, pressing a kiss to the swell of Puck's right ass cheek. He gave it a soft tap, rising up to lie beside Puck. "Are you going to get in trouble for skipping?"
Puck shrugged. "Dunno. Don't really care."
"And if they send you back to juvie?" Puck tensed. "You're supposed to be on the straight and narrow."
"Then I really shouldn't be fucking you. Not exactly straight," Puck quipped, forcing back the thought of being sent back.
"Puck."
"Don't worry about it," he said. "I'm keeping up with my community service. So I skipped a couple days of school. Whatever."
There was still a hint of a frown on Kurt's face and Puck rolled his eyes, pulling the countertenor into a kiss. It was soft. Reassuring. Nothing more than lips on lips. There wasn't any tongue. No teeth clinking in a way that probably made Ms. Pillsbury's pretty boy husband cringe. No blood rushing to their dicks.
There was a warm feeling in his stomach, this weird flip-floppy thing that Puck still couldn't identify.
It felt...nice.
His hand cupped the back of Kurt's head, fingers playing with sleep-mussed hair. Kurt smiled when they broke apart, teeth showing slightly as he pressed their foreheads together.
"Still going to kill you for yesterday."
"You loved it."
"Did not."
"Did too."
Kurt pinched Puck's side, chuckling at the soft yelp. "Did not."
"Did fuckin' too. My sexts are badass."
The End
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