(Author's note: this is the continuation of Puck and Burt's conversation in chapter 34 in Bending in the Archer's Hand. If you're reading both stories, read the other one first, or this will spoil things for you. Warnings for Dom/sub, masturbation and m/m sexual interaction. Enjoy. -amy)

Burt looked up as he poked his head into his study off the kitchen. "Going to bed," he said.

"All right." Burt rose halfway from his seat, then paused and slowly sat back down, watching Puck. "Goodnight."

"Noah," Adam said quietly. "Come on. Give him a hug. He just talked to me on the phone because you asked him to. You can at least give him that."

Puck took a few steps into the room, and cleared his throat. "Uh. Thanks for... everything."

Burt rose again, and muttered, "C'mere," and they stumbled awkwardly into an embrace.

"Been a long time since I had a dad hug me good night," he said. Burt flushed.

"Me, too," he said. "My dad died when I was twenty-three. Sleep well - we'll talk more in the morning."

He put the phone back to his ear, reporting, "Okay, I did it." Burt shook his head and laughed to himself, sitting back at his desk and watching Puck go.

"How did it feel? Not too painful?" Adam was smiling.

"Dude. I love Burt. He's awesome. He's, like, the best fucking dad ever." Puck turned off the light on the front porch and locked the door on the way downstairs, shedding clothes along the way. By the time he got to the bathroom between the guest room and Kurt's, he was naked.

"Are you running your bath, honey? I have to get going. They're going to wonder why I'm not there to watch the premiere of my own music video."

"That's happening right now?" Puck left the water running and came out to the green couch, reaching over to grab the remote control. It was exactly where it always was, on the cushion in the corner, where Kurt always sat, snuggled in the V. He changed the channel to MTV. "I'm totally watching. Which one is this?"

"For Your Entertainment," Adam said. "I can't stay on the phone with you for this. I've got to go."

"It's fine. Go on. Your public awaits." Puck waved his hand.

Adam laughed. "Don't forget to turn off the bath. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

Puck darted in to do that, because he totally would forget, he knew, and by the time he was done, Adam had hung up. He settled into the corner of the couch, into Kurt's spot, and wrapped up in Kurt's favorite fleece blanket as the video began.

http:/www. youtube. com/watch?v=IsPFDzAGb4A&ob=av2e

The club in the video looked nothing like Tessera, and the energy of the club in the video was much more serious and tense than anything he'd seen at Tessera, but from the moment he saw Adam in dark glasses striding in slow-motion down the hall toward him, he was instantly back there, in the midst of its lush, erotic elegance. He had this song memorized by now, after listening to it over a dozen times in the truck on the way back to Lima, but it still affected him just as powerfully, and as he watched Adam touch his dancers and make bedroom eyes at him through the camera, his breath caught in his throat. He thought wildly, Did he give me permission to do this?

But it was entirely irrelevant, because by the time Adam's smirking face filled the screen, he was mesmerized:

No escaping when I start
Once I'm in I own your heart
There's no way to ring the alarm
So hold on until it's over

Puck whimpered and wrapped his hand around his cock, now achingly hard, and stroked it to the sound of Adam telling him exactly what he was going to do to him. The images of the man wearing the black lace blindfold were particularly inspiring, and he would have dwelled on those longer had he not been loathe to take his eyes off Adam's eyes, Adam's hands on the (gasp) cane, Adam's hands all over Tommy and sixteen other people, and oh, that was all it took, that was plenty, and he came with a groan into the folds of Kurt's fleece blanket.

He turned the television off, bundling the blanket into the hamper by the stairs, then stumbled back into the bathroom and into the waiting bath. It wasn't quite as hot as it had been, but it was still plenty warm, and he was grateful it was there.

The phone, sitting on the counter, rang as he soaked - Adam's ring. He rose, drenched and splashing, from the bath to snag a towel and dry off his hands enough to touch his phone, which he left on the floor beside the bath. "Adam?" he said, pushing the speakerphone button.

"I had to call you," he heard, and Adam's voice was breathless and sexy as anything he'd ever heard. "Did you see it?"

"God," Puck moaned. "That was so fucking hot."

"Did you see me," he said, more insistently. "Did you see me, singing to you?"

He leaned his head into the crook of his arm, on the side of the bath. "Yeah, I saw you. I couldn't take my eyes off you."

Puck heard what could have been a muffled groan. "Tell me what you wanted, when you saw me," he ordered. "Right now."

"I wanted to be the guy with the blindfold on," he said, without thinking. "I wanted to be on my knees, under your cane, when you brought it down. I wanted - I wanted to be every one of the hands touching you."

Adam's breath was coming faster. "Yes," he said, "those were your hands on me, honey, when I was filming, I could feel your incredible mouth -"

"I couldn't help myself," he whispered. "When I saw your face, there on the screen, I had to touch - had to –"

"Oh, god," Adam gasped, and even though he didn't hear any auditory details, Puck had a pretty good idea about what he was doing, and just imagining Adam with his hands on himself was enough to make Puck hard again, right away.

There was a pause. "Adam?"

"Are you in the bath?" It was as though nothing had happened. Adam's voice was intense, but entirely controlled, smooth as silk. But Puck knew. Adam had lost his cool. And Puck had made him do it. He smiled, feeling somehow as if he'd been given a gift.

"Yeah," he said, leaning back. He wasn't sleepy anymore. Now he was wide awake, with visions of Adam in some quiet corner, maybe in the bathroom, or in somebody's dark bedroom, pants unzipped... he moaned softly, and heard the rhythm of Adam's breathing shift again.

"That club in the video," Puck said, "it reminded me of Tessera. She gave me a tour, all the back rooms. Tess said we could go there sometime… that you could be in charge of me there."

There was a curse, and more breathing, long and labored. "You like that idea?" Puck asked.

"We're definitely doing that," Adam said. He could hear the tension, thrumming into every word. "I'm meeting you there, and I'll have you the whole weekend. You'll be mine. Understand?"

Puck felt the rolling lust cascading over him at the idea, from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. "Yes, Adam," he said, and even that elicited a response; it made him breathless, to hear Adam wanting him like that. His hands snuck into the water and brushed over his thighs, and he added, "I'm yours, anyway."

"No, you're not," Adam said. Now his voice was quiet, and bitter as maror. "You belong to them. But… I could take you away for a weekend. I could have you… just for a little while. Just for that weekend, you could be completely mine."

Puck was silent for a moment, feeling the way the idea both appealed to and repelled him. "You want that?" he said uneasily. "Just you and me?"

Adam sighed restlessly. "Not… not really," he said. "I don't want you to be any different, do you understand? I don't. But I can't help but wish for… for unlimited time, with you. There's so much I want to do… so many things I want to try, with you."

"We've got time," Puck insisted. "You've got me. I'm not going anywhere." He felt suddenly agitated. "Adam…"

"Don't worry," he said, his voice soothing. "I'm still putting you to bed. Let me take care of you. You have something slippery there – body wash, shampoo?"

"Uh… sure." This was Kurt's bath, after all. He had eight thousand different soaps, probably organized by the day of the week. Puck found a bottle of something that didn't look too ridiculously expensive, and smelled nice. "What do you want me to do with it?"

"Pour some on your hand," Adam said. "Get on your knees, with your beautiful ass out of the water, and tell me when you're ready."

With rising anticipation, he knelt in the bath, resting his head against the wall. "I'm ready, Adam."

"That's good. Take your hand and stroke between your cheeks… get yourself all slick. That's my hand, honey. You feel it?"

"Yeah," he whispered. He could almost feel Adam kneeling back there, his smooth thighs brushing against his ass, leaning over him, feeling Adam's cock against his tight opening. He shivered, the water evaporating from his back. "I feel you – fuck, I want you inside me."

Adam moaned now, totally unexpectedly, and it made Puck moan in response. "You don't get to come again until I tell you," he said. "Not until you get me off. You're going to let me do what I want to you."

"Yes," he pleaded.

"Put those slick fingers inside yourself. Go on. Get yourself all ready for me. Stretch yourself nice and wide. I want to hear it."

It was awkward, but Puck was motivated, and he knew the faster he followed his orders, the hotter it would be for Adam. He wanted to hear him lose it again, like before. He wanted to drive him to distraction – just for a moment. He didn't think it would take more than that.

"Your fingers – they're inside me," he said. He didn't need to work to make his voice deep or harsh – just imagining Adam's hands touching him was enough to do that, all by itself. "So deep – just the way I like it."

That was definitely a groan, this time. "Take your time," Adam said. "You want to be ready for what I'm going to give you."

I wish, he thought, his hips bumping forward, making splashing noises as he thrust into the water. It wasn't his hand, but there was no way he was going to last if he touched his soapy hand to his cock.

"You deep enough now, honey?" Adam purred, and Puck thought he must be close now. "You going to make it good for me?"

"Yeah," he whimpered, and god, he almost could sense it, Adam, hard and ready, right there, waiting.

"All right." Adam's voice shifted again, and the next commands came out quick and sharp. "Over the edge of the bath. Dry off your hand. Get your phone. Now."

"Uh – " He moved as best as he could, shuddering at the water's pressure against his erection, his other hand wedged deep inside himself. With an awkward left hand, he grasped his phone. "Okay."

"Put me on three-way calling. Don't wait. Do it."

"Who – who am I calling, Adam?" he blurted, forgetting to sound sexy, and just sounding surprised instead.

"Kurt," he said. "You didn't call him before bed like I told you."

"I – I forgot." In the news about the video premiere, he actually had. "Shit, Adam, I'm –"

"We're taking care of it… right now." Puck could hear the satisfaction in his voice. "I'll be listening, but I'm going to put my phone on mute. You just call Kurt and tell him you're in Lima and you're safe. You tell him you'll see him tomorrow. Do you understand?"

"Adam…" he whined. He sounded like a bratty kid now, but he didn't care. "Can't I – I mean shouldn't we -?"

"Noah."

"All right, Adam." Puck bit his lip and called Kurt, trying not to move his other hand too much. Every time he did, there was another wheeling cascade of pleasure, and he wasn't allowed to – he couldn't – "Adam -!" he cried out in panic.

"Stop," came the command, and, unbelievably, he did. "You just put your fingers around your cock, right there at the base, and you squeeze, all right? Don't – don't let go." Adam's breath was coming hard and fast now. He imagined Adam's fingers doing exactly that on his own cock, and he whined again. "You're all right. I won't let you come yet."

He took a long shuddering breath, and then another one. "Oh… okay. I think… I think I'm okay now."

"Good boy. Just call your lover now. I want to hear you telling him how much you miss him." There was a light scraping noise, like feathers. "And Noah?"

"Y-yeah?"

"If I hear anything that sounds remotely like coming, I'm taking it off mute and explaining exactly what's happening to Kurt, and what a naughty boy you are for forgetting to call him."

"Yes, Adam," he gulped. He didn't know him well enough to know if it was an empty threat or not, but he really didn't want to find out. That would be exactly the kind of thing that would hurt Kurt's feelings. Not to mention the awkwardness of having Adam and Kurt meet on the phone… like this. He whimpered.

He dialed Kurt's number, adjusting his aching arm, fingers still deep inside himself, as best as he could. He tried to quiet his own breathing. "I fucking love you, you know that," he muttered over the ringing of the phone, knowing Adam could still hear him. "And yeah, I'm Kurt's… and dammit, I'm still Finn's, too. But I'm yours, just the same. You've got to believe—"

"Noah," said Kurt, with such rich, breathless pleasure.

Puck wasn't at all prepared for what Kurt's voice would do to him, in this position. He gasped and felt himself clench against his fingers, which, even holding still, were far too stimulating. "Kurt," he pleaded.

"Noah, are you okay?" Now Kurt was alarmed. "Do you need anything?"

"Uh…" He had to laugh, it was so absurd. "I… I'm okay. I'm just calling to… to tell you I'm all right. And I'm home. I mean, I'm in Lima. I'm here and I'm safe."

"Noah," Kurt breathed, and god, he was so fucking sexy. Puck whined in frustration. "Where – I have to see you. Now."

"I can't," he sighed, and at the moment, if he hadn't been precisely this situation, naked, on his knees, in a rapidly cooling bath, with three slick fingers in his own ass, and Adam Lambert Topping him over the fucking phone – he would have gotten in his truck and gone to wherever Kurt was, right then. "I really – I really can't. But I wanted you to know I was safe. And that – I love you. So fucking much."

"Sweetheart," pleaded Kurt. Then he sighed. "Finn's gone," he said, sounding sad. "Gone for tonight. I wish – I wish I could see you. Can't you… I could come to you?" And now he was trying, he was working it, and fuck. Puck could hear him fluttering his eyelashes. "I could make it worth your while."

"Ohhh," he groaned. "Baby, I – I can't right now, I really… please, understand. It's not that I don't – don't want you. Because I do, so much, you have no idea."

"All right," Kurt said, quietly. "Tomorrow, though. Where can I see you?"

"I'll come find you," he said. "Don't worry."

"I love you, sweetheart," he said, his musical voice, so much like Adam's in that moment that Puck thought he might cry.

"I'm so lucky," Puck gasped. "So lucky. And I love you, too. You're – thank you." He listened until Kurt hung up.

The silence went on for what felt like far too long, and Puck glanced down at his phone to make sure he hadn't disconnected the call. "Adam?" he said, holding his breath, because –

"Such a good boy," said Adam, and right after hearing Kurt like that, Puck did start to cry, moaning and shaking. "That's it – give it to yourself, now - be my cock – fuck yourself, just the way you want me to…"

"God, Adam," he groaned, and just like that, he came, in great, ropy streams, all over the side of the tub.

"Yes," Adam said, and took a deep, satisfied breath. "That's just what I wanted to hear."

"Fuck, man," he said, letting his ass sink into the bath at last, his head on the cool tile, breathing hard. "That – that was not fair. I could have really hurt Kurt."

"Well, then," he said, "next time, remember to call him before you sit down to watch a music video. No matter whose it is. Or who the singer might be singing to."

Puck chuckled, thankful for the caress of the water – cool, now. "You've got a hell of a sense of humor, Adam."

"Heh. You thought that was humor?" Adam sounded truly amused. "Honey… that was my entertainment."

Puck froze, until Adam laughed, and then Puck had to laugh too. "God," he said again, weakly this time. "We're – we're not going to tell Kurt about that, are we?"

"Not right now," Adam agreed. "I'm not sure what he would think, but I suspect he would be embarrassed. Don't you think so?"

"Yeah," Puck said, sighing. "I think – I mean, he would, but he might also think it was funny. But I want him to know you first. You know? And see that fucking video." He shuddered with an aftershock. "Damn. Totally hot. And – you got a snake!"

"I did," Adam agreed. "That was a good idea."

Puck let the water out of the bath and got out, reaching shaky hands for a towel. He was so wobbly, he had to sit on the floor of the bathroom just to dry off.

"Get some good sleep, now, honey," he said. "Call me tomorrow night."

"Yes, Adam," he said, pressing the towel to his face. He sighed, shaking his head. "Um… Adam? Did you – I mean, was it…?"

He heard him chuckle. "Poor Noah. You were so wrapped up in your own worries that you couldn't even tell when I came?"

"Oh – you -?"

"Three times, honey," he murmured. "And they were good. Sleep well."

Puck was left staring in astonishment at the silent phone for a good ten seconds before he burst into laughter. Then he took his foolish, sated self into the guest room – soon to be Sarah's room, for real – and put himself to bed.