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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Kurt_Hummel/Noah_Puckerman
  Character:
      Kurt_Hummel, Noah_Puckerman
  Additional Tags:
      Barebacking, Facials
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-01-01 Words: 742
****** Perfection ******
by solequeene
Summary
     There are some kind of facials that you just can't get in a spa.
Notes
     This was written as response to this_prompt in the 
     [[info]]
glee_kink. Thank you very much to [[info]]brixisxonfire for betaing
There were many things that Puck loved about Kurt Hummel: his wit, his courage,
his self confidence, his voice, his soft brown hair, his soft and pliable body
and his green-blue eyes. But what he liked the most about Kurt Hummel was how
put together he always looked.
And Puck loved ruining that perfection, cover it with love marks, bites, little
bruises all over pale skin; blushing face, wide, unfocused eyes, tussled hair
when making love. It made him feel powerful, being able to reduce prissy, icy
Kurt Hummel into a panting, dirty mess.
Like right now, in the locker room deserted after the football team was done
showering. They had waited until they were all gone and then started their
usual routine of making out against the lockers, Kurt’s long legs secure around
Puck’s waist, kissing each other fiercely, bouncing against the walls, raw
passion burning between them.
And he loved this about Kurt, too: horny, desperate Kurt, who would kiss him
until both their lips were sore, slamming him against walls and forcing his
hand into Puck’s pants, stroking him forcefully, biting and scratching. He was
sure Kurt would have his balls on a plate if he ever say it out loud, but the
gleek was a wildcat.
So, there they were, naked and sweaty, mouths searching each other furiously,
cocks rubbing needily, both getting close to their climax. Kurt unwrapped
himself and backed Puck into one of the showers, kissing, biting and licking
the taller boy’s chest and neck while doing it.
Soon Kurt was on his knees, soft hands stroking Puck’s red cock, soft, pink
tongue licking the head, pressing against the slit, circling it before
engulfing the long, thick shaft in front of him with such a natural ease that
made Puck wonder if he really was his first.
Not that he could really think much after that, wet mouth sliding up and down
his hard shaft, slim hands fondling his tightening balls, making small noises
on the back of his throat, driving Puck positively crazy.
And just as he thought Kurt couldn’t do it better, he watched the smaller teen
plunging forward, taking his whole length inside his mouth, fucking deep
throating him with the same effortless grace he did everything else, his small
nose rubbing against Puck as the tip of his cock was pushed further into the
gleeks’s mouth.
Puck could feel his balls getting tauter, pressure building on the base of his
spine, ties curling uselessly on the hard, cold floor. He quickly pulled off
from Kurt’s -blessed- mouth and, without a second thought about the sure wrath
he’d face, he closed his eyes and came.
When he finally opened his eyes, he couldn’t help but smile at the mess on
Kurt’s face. His come was smeared all over the other’s pale face, pearly white
drops glistening on the usually perfect bangs, dangling hotly on pink lips,
little pools of white on rosy cheeks.
Through the haze of post come, he noticed that Kurt wasn’t bolting out or
swearing angrily at him but licking his lips, licking the bitter liquid and
even lifting his fingers to his soiled cheek to get some more.
It was the hottest single thing Puck had ever seen.
“Delicious”
And with that Puck was on his knees too, planting wet, open mouthed kisses on
the defaced faced he loved so much, liking his own jizz, kissing Kurt, stroking
the unattended cock that stands proud and demanding between them, mad with
passion and lust and need… simple need to fill himself with the wonderful man
in front of him.
Kurt came after a few feverish strokes, a desperate “Noah” falling from his
lips as he let himself go into the others calloused hand.
And as he pulled the small frame of Kurt’s body against his broad, tanned
chest, and caressed the sticky face glowing with happiness and pride, Puck was
sure that whatever they had, it was the best thing in his life. And screw the
school and his family. Screw the football team. Screw the entire town and the
fucking state, ‘cause the next morning he was going to hold Kurt’s hand, in
public, and kiss him and let every single soul know that yeah, he wasn’t
totally straight and fuck yes he was tapping that fairy ass. And that he loved
it. That he loved him. And he was loved back. And that, that was real
perfection.
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