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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Glee, Adam_Lambert_(Musician)
  Relationship:
      Adam_Lambert/Noah_Puckerman, Adam_Lambert/Kurt_Hummel, Kurt_Hummel/Adam
      Lambert/Noah_Puckerman
  Character:
      Noah_Puckerman, Finn_Hudson, Kurt_Hummel, Burt_Hummel, Adam_Lambert, Lady
      Gaga, Pink_(Pink_-_Musician), Tommy_Ratliff, Sarah_Puckerman, Original
      Characters
  Additional Tags:
      Dom/sub, Discipline, Musicians, Polyamory, Multiple_Partners,
      Masturbation, Phone_Sex, Long-Distance_Relationship, Family_Drama,
      Donutverse, Polyamory_Negotiations
  Series:
      Part 39 of The_Donutverse
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-12-30 Updated: 2012-01-05 Chapters: 3/? Words: 5448
****** Just Keep Coming Around: Adam in the Donutverse ******
by nubianamy, supergreak
Summary
     A series of one-shots and stories in the Donutverse involving Adam
     Lambert. Slash, Adam/Puck, Adam/Kurt, OMC/OMC (Jacob/Timmy Puckerman)
     and various other pairings. Ratings range from Teen to Explicit.
     General warnings include polyamory, Dom/sub and discipline.
Notes
     If you are wondering what happened to the rest of this story, the
     Adam/Kurt/Noah portion has been moved to its own home, under the
     title of While_We_Got_the_Chance_to_Say.
***** Single *****
Chapter by nubianamy
Chapter Summary
     Finn wants to say he's sorry; Adam isn't sure he wants to help.
Finn wiped his nose once more on the tissue and stuffed it back into his
pocket, chafing his hands together to make them warm enough to place the phone
call.  It wasn’t a number he’d used before, and he wasn’t even sure if it would
be connected.  But this was his opportunity to talk to him alone, unless he
wanted to swipe Puck’s phone. 
The phone rang four times before it went to voice mail.  Finn hadn’t really
expected anything else.  He was busy, after all, and there was a three hour
time difference even if he were home – and god knows where he might be at any
given time.  Two days ago he’d been on fricking Ellen. 
He cleared his throat.  “Hey,” he said.  “This is Finn.  We haven’t talked… but
I wanted to ask you for a favor.  For Puck.  He wrote Kurt a song – I don’t
know if he played it for you, but I hear it’s really good.  I wanted… well, I
wanted to write him a song, but I can’t write music or lyrics worth a damn.  So
I was hoping that you… well, that maybe I could tell you the story, and you
could write it.  For him.  ‘Cause I know you love him and all.  Maybe as much
as… as I love him. 
“Anyway.  Give me a call when you get a chance, and let me know if you think
you can help out.”  He had to pause and blow his nose again.  “I, uh, I think
you’re pretty awesome.  You really inspired me when I saw you on Idol last
year.  Well, that’s about it.  Bye.”
He turned his face into the wind and started walking back home, tucking his
scarf more securely into the collar of his jacket. He had only gone a block and
a half when his phone rang.  Adam – private, it said. 
“Hi,” he said, trying not to sound too surprised. 
“Finn,” said the light voice he’d remembered from his interviews. 
“Thanks for calling back.  Is this a good time?”
“I wouldn’t have called if it weren’t,” he said evenly.  He didn’t sound very
pleased, but Finn knew that was sometimes the way of Tops.  He tried not to
take it personally.
He cleared his eyes and squinted into the sleet, falling more lightly now. 
“You, uh, heard my message.”
“I want you to tell me why you think you deserve to give him anything,” he
said.
Finn stopped in the middle of the sidewalk.  “What?”
“Noah was hurt by your words and your actions.  He trusted you, and you
betrayed him.  That’s unacceptable in an ordinary relationship, Finn, but in a
relationship of this kind?  And with a boy with a history of abuse and
abandonment?”  He made a chiding noise.  Finn put a hand to his mouth to stifle
the sob.  “Finn?”
“I’m – sorry, I’m listening.”  He sniffed.
“Finn, are you all right?”  The voice was more gentle now.  “I can’t tell over
the phone, for sure, but it sounds like you’re –“
“I’m a mess, okay?” he blurted.  “I’m – I’m so glad he’s home and he’s safe,
and that he has you and Kurt, but I can’t help but worry about him allthe time,
after – after what I did.  I can’t trust myself with him.  But I also can’t
stand being in the same room with him and not touching him.”  He closed his
eyes and indulged in several shuddering sobs.  “He was gone for eight days and
every day – I mean, I didn’t know what to do.  I missed school -- I couldn’t
even leave my freaking room for four of them.”
“You treated him like he was nothing,” Adam said, his voice like a lash.
“I know,” Finn said, shivering.  “I was – cold.  I didn’t need to be like
that.  I mean, I crossed a line.  I know it’s okay to get angry but I lost my
temper and I know that’s not okay.”
“No,” he said.  “It’s not.”
He was silent for a moment while he scrubbed his face on his soaked tissue,
then gave it up and stuffed it back in his pocket.  “I can be -- awful,” he
said.  “I get wrapped up in myself, and… I think it’s just that I’m afraid of
hurting him again.  I’m afraid to get too close again because… because I’m not
sure I won’t make the same mistake again.”  He pressed his lips together, then
took a shaky breath in and out. 
“You told him you were done with him.”  It wasn’t an accusation, just a
statement of fact.
“But I’m not.  I don’t want to be.  I mean, no matter what I said, I never… I
could never leave him.”  He laughed, a bitter sound.  “The shit he’s put
methrough – seriously, Adam, if I wanted to go, I would have gone by now. But
he’s… he’s part of me.  We’ve been part of each other’s lives since we were
kids, and now… god – it sounds ridiculous, but I think… I don’t think I can
live without him.”  He hugged himself, shaking with more than the cold.  “Being
away from him for those days was torture.  And it didn’t get any better.”
“All right.”  Finn heard Adam’s quiet sigh.
Finn paused and leaned against a lamp post for support.  “I don’t think he
understands how much I need him,” he said quietly.
“Explain, please?”
Finn tried to collect his thoughts.  “Is there anybody in your life who knows
you so well, and so completely, that you feel like… like he knows you better
than you know yourself?”
Adam was quiet.  Finally, he said, “Nobody like that.”
“Puck’s like that with me.”  He smiled through his haze of frozen tears.  “He
keeps me sane, just by being himself.  He doesn’t have to do anything, you
know?  He just -- lets me take care of him.  I think you understand what I get
out of that.”
“Yes, Finn… I do.”  There was a noise he would have sworn was a chuckle. 
“You’ve got a good heart, Finn.  And you write better lyrics than you know. 
I’ll let you know what I come up with.”
“Oh.”  Finn paused, taken aback.  “Well – thanks.  I appreciate it.”
“I take inspiration from all sources,” Adam said.  “Even my lover’s boyfriend.”
“He’s not – I’m not his –“
“Yeah, you are,” he said softly.  “You still are.  He loves you as much as you
love him.  You know it.  And he’ll trust you again.  It’ll just take time.”
“Thanks,” Finn said again, to the sound of the dial tone.
 
===============================================================================
 
cold as ice
and more bitter than a december winter night
that's how I treated you
and I know that I
I sometimes tend to lose my temper
and I cross the line
that's the truth
i know it gets hard sometimes
but I could never
leave your side
no matter what I say
cause if I wanted to go I would have gone by now
but I'm gonna need you near me
to keep my mind off the edge
if I wanted to leave I would have left by now
but you're the only one that knows me
better than I know myself
all alone I try to pretend it doesn't matter
if I was alone but deep down I know
if you were gone for even a day I wouldn't know
which way to turn
cause I'm lost without you
I get kind of dark
let it go too far
I can be obnoxious at times
but try and see my heart
cause I need you now
so don't let me down
you're the only thing in this world
I would die without
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v9ZVIAbDr_w
***** Cane *****
Chapter by nubianamy
Chapter Summary
     Puck messes up; Adam helps him remember not to do it again. Warning:
     discipline and stupid Puck decisions. Ouch. Written as a PWP for co-
     writer and fellow Glambert flinchflower.
The wee hours of the morning greeted Puck's eyes as he pushed himself out of
bed, pulling on his boxers. He looked down at Adam's sleeping form and smiled,
remembering the activities of the past night, and cracked his back in
satisfaction. Fucking awesome.
He padded out of the bedroom to the sitting area, where the fire was nearly
out. The vista of the city spread out around them, outside their window, and
for a moment he just stood there, watching the beautiful Santa Fe skyline at
3am.
Then his stomach rumbled. He went looking for his jeans and found Adam's
keycard, and by the time he'd pulled on his sweater, he'd formulated a plan.
Adam had said no adventuring out of the room alone, without him, but he figured
it was the middle of the night. What would it matter?
He took the elevator down to the second floor, where the bar opened onto
escalators and vaulted ceilings. Puck's fake ID was convincing enough for 3AM,
and he sat nursing a beer and a basket of fries - until he felt a hand on his
shoulder.
"What the hell are you doing down here?"
Tommy was small, but he hauled Puck's ass back upstairs with no effort
whatsoever. "I was hungry," Puck protested. "Come on, man. I wasn't hurting
anybody -"
"And do you think the press ever sleeps? Jesus Christ, kid, do you
even think?" He shook his head, rubbing his eyes. "God. Come on. Adam's not
going to be happy."
"Do you - do you have to wake him up?" Puck felt his insides go cold, but Tommy
nodded grimly, and he followed without further comment, head hanging to his
chest. I'm fucked.
Tommy was right; Adam wasn't happy. He woke to Tommy's severe knock, stumbling
out of bed, clutching the sheet around him, and let both of them into his room,
switching on the light. When he saw Puck, and Tommy, and their respective
expressions, he stopped, and gave Puck a look of such reproach that Puck felt
like crying right there. As though he'd let me skip the punishment, he thought,
shaking his head.
"Guess who decided to order a beer down in the bar?" said Tommy, crossing his
arms.
Adam raised an eyebrow. "Noah," he began.
"I was hungry, okay?" Puck interrupted. "What's the big deal? Nobody saw me. I
was the only one there."
"That's beside the point," said Tommy, but Adam stopped him with one hand.
"What did I say?" Adam said quietly. Puck flinched and stared at the floor,
muttering. "Would you kindly speak up? My old man's ears can't hear so well."
"You said to stay in the room," he said, louder.
Adam glanced at Tommy, who was looking mollified. "Thanks," he said, giving him
a kiss on the cheek. "Get some more sleep. I'll see you in the morning."
"'Night," said Tommy, glaring at Puck. "Don't stay up too late."
"Oh, I won't," said Adam lightly. "We just have a little business to take care
of."
The door fell heavily behind Tommy with an ominous click, and they were alone.
"Adam -" Puck tried.
"Take your jeans off," said Adam. "And the shorts. On the bed, now."
Puck moved as quickly as he could, not really understanding why he might want
to accelerate the time between now and the inevitable, but - there he was,
bare-bottomed, kneeling on the bed. Waiting.
He felt Adam's hand stroking his skin, and heard him sigh. "Tell me what this
is for."
"Because I was fucking hungry?" Puck snapped, and winced as the crack of Adam's
hand made him flinch.
"Try again," he said quietly.
"Um. I - I shouldn't have gone downstairs. The press, they might have seen me -
"
"Or the bartender might have noticed your fake ID, and you could have been
thrown in jail?" Adam suggested. "Think that might have drawn a little
attention, hmm?"
"Maybe," Puck admitted. "I'm sorry, Adam, I didn't think -"
Smack. "You'll say you're sorry when I'm done, and not before, Noah."
"O-okay, Adam," he said, wincing. "I'm - yes, Adam."
"That's it," he said. "Now take a deep breath."
He did, and before he could let it out, Adam's hand came down - only this time,
it wasn't his hand.
"Owwww!" Puck raised his hands, trying to cover the white-hot sting, but Adam
easily held his hands away. "What - what the fuck was that?"
"Cane," said Adam, following the first stripe with another of blazing heat. It
was like a red-hot poker was being applied to the soft skin of his backside.
"Hey - that really - fuck," he swore, as the third stripe, and the fourth, lay
crosswise to the first three, joined them. "Adam, please..."
"You can beg me," Adam agreed. "I probably won't listen, but you can try."
Puck lost control over his mouth with the sixth and seventh strikes, the
whistling crack of the cane so much scarier now that he knew what kind
of pain accompanied it. "I - Adam, I'll listen next time - please - I beg you,
please, I understand -"
"I'm sure you will," Adam said, and laid another searing band of fire along his
bare buttocks. Puck was choking out tears by now, but Adam didn't look like he
was likely to stop any time soon, and as the hand came down a ninth and tenth
time, he started to cry in earnest, the tears falling on the hotel bedspread.
When the blows stopped, it was like the sun had broken through the clouds, and
Puck crawled over to Adam's lap, sobbing out his apology, which was barely
intelligible. Adam stroked his head and whispered sweet words of comfort into
his ear.
"You're okay," he said. "It's all right, No harm done. You won't forget this
any time soon, though."
"No, s - no, Adam," he said, and Adam kissed him convincingly.
"Back to bed with you," he said, pulling the covers down. "You need sleep."
As they lay together, Puck the outside spoon to spare his scorching backside
some unnecessary friction, Adam turned his head back and kissed him. "Next
time, honey, don't risk it for beer - and for God's sake, especially not for
MGD."
***** Bath *****
Chapter by nubianamy
Chapter Notes
     This is the continuation of Puck and Burt's conversation in chapter
     33 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.
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