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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, Crossdressing
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-01-01 Words: 1285
****** Pompons, lace and polyester ******
by solequeene
Summary
     Kurt wears lace panties under his Cheerios uniform. Puck won't let
     anyone else have him.
Notes
     Written for 
     [[info]]
kaellite, who requested:Mike is drooling, because he saw a hint of lace under
Kurt's cheerio uniform, and says he's going to make a move. Puck stops him and
claims Kurt for himself, in the gym. The smuttier the better (especially if
Puck is rough and Kurt likes it)
"And then she says she's pregnant and I get it, but she can try to lose some
pounds, right?” No response. “Mike?” Silence. “Hey, Mike, I'm talking to you!”
“Uh? Oh, sorry, man. I was watching. What are you saying?”
“What the hell are you thinking, dude? It's just the Cheerios training” Again,
no response. Puck turned to look at Mike, whose eyes were fixated on the sea of
white and red twirling a few feet away. The other man was gaping, eyes widening
and narrowing as he followed one of the cheerleaders' movements. Puck traced
the line of Mike's gaze only to find that it ended in… Hummel.
“What the fuck, dude?! You're checking Hummel's fairy ass out?!”
“Oh, c'mon, Puck. He's hot. He's a nice ass. And he's wearing panties, dude.
Panties!” Mike moved his hands as if the presence of panties was enough to
forget that Hummel had a dick. One that Puck had personally seen in the showers
and that was quite impressive, by the way.
“Look, how panties make any difference? He's still a little fa~ aahh” Puck
closed his mouth quickly, to prevent any other embarrasing noise coming out
from it. He had finally seen the panties, lace panties showing on Hummel's pale
and angular hip. They were black and there was a hint of delicate fabric
adorning the edge. Mike was right: it was hot as Hell. Why on Earth Hummel
thought that wearing sexy panties to school was beyond the point. He was
obvioulsly asking to get laid.
“I'm talking to him. Maybe I'll get some before school ends”. The Asian teen's
voice pullled Puck out of his raverie like like a bucket of ice-cold water.
“What?”
“I'm talking to Hummel. He's a guy, right? I bet he's horny, didn't you see how
he was looking at Finn the other day?”
Puck had seen it and didn't pay much attention... but in hindsight, Hummel has
looked like he had just jizzed in his pants. Which was kind of hot. And unfair,
if you think that Finn wouldn't notice Hummel's heated gaze even if it hit him
in the head. If gazes could hit. Or whatever.
All of which was besides the point. The point being that Mike was totally going
to do Hummel. Puck couldn't allow it... for some reason. Before being able to
weight the pros and cons of his actions, Puck jumped from the bleachers,
strolling to were Hummel is talking with Mercedes and simply kissed him. Hard.
In front of all the Cheerios, who erupted in clapping and giggling.
He pulled away and stood there, his eyes closed, waiting fo the punch or slap
that never came. Instead, he found himself with a handful of bitchy fashionista
in his arms and a soft, somewhat bubblegum-flavoured mouth pressed against his.
The rest was a blurry sucession of movement and sound, a hard body pressed
against him and the cold metal of the shower-room locker as he leant against
it, Hummel on his knees before him, his pale, delicate hands unzipping his
jeans, before wrapping his red lips around the jock's swollen shaft.
It turned out that Kurt was an excellent cock-sucker, and Puck had to wonder if
he had been practicing with someone – someone who would soon be beaten into a
pulp. The jock looked down to witness that soft, perfect mouth plant wet kisses
up and down his member, before a small tongue darted out to lick the crown
thoroughly. Puck moaned in appreciation when the same tongue dip into his slit,
gathering the precome pooling on it. Hummel started setting a furious pace,
bowing his head up and down, caressing the taut sack and teasingly deep
throating Noah before pulling away.
It was too much, too hot and rough for Puck to last long and with a vicious
thrust and a firm hand he held Kurt's head down as he came on the constricting
throat clenching around him. He felt his cock tremble as Hummel not only
swallowed but sucked harder, milking him.
Holy fuck.
Holy mother of all the fucks.
What a mouth. What a slut.
He definetely liked Hummel.
Kurt stood up, looking quite satisfied with himself and was turning to leave
when Puck reached and grabbed his arms. He kissed the gleek forcefully, guiding
him down so he would lay back in one of the wood benches that filled the room.
If Kurt was unsure, he didn't say a word, losing himself in the sensation of
Noah's hand palming his needy dick trough the suddenly not-so-stretchy
poliester of the Cheerios' uniform. The jock dragged the cheap fabric down his
hips, exposing tender flesh and the pair of silk and lace black panties that
had started the whole thing.
“God, you look so good on these!”. Kurt couldn't avoid shivering in
anticipation at lust that filled Puck's husky voice. “You will wear this for
me, right?”, he dragged a finger along the edge, “Will you wear this for me,
Kurt?”
“Only if you promise to fuck me senseless, Noah”
It was a deal. Puck licked the shape of the underwear, taking his time to nip
and suck small bruises in the sensitive skin of under it. He enjoyed snapping
the silk against Kurt's throbbing memeber, relishing in the desperate whimpers
he produced. He even pressed his nose against the juncture of the gleek's leg
and hip, taking in the other boy's perfume (something sweet but spicy and so
male) in his mind. He was mad with lust and couldn't hold it any longer.
He took the panties off, smiling at the large hardness in front of him, taking
it in his hand and stroking it forcefully, grinning at Kurt's low grunts as he
edge him closer to his climax. Puck was hard again, ready to fuck Hummel into
oblivion. He flipped the smaller man, exposing his round ass and shoving his
thick fingers in to the other's moaning mouth. When they were wet enough, Puck
pulled his hand away and pressed a slick digit to Kurt's puckering hole,
gasping at the tightness of the muscle. 'Definitely a virgin' and the thought
was enough to pump even more blood to his impossibly engorged cock. One finger
was pushed in, then two and then one more, each of them eliciting more
desperate groan from Kurt.
“Noah, please, for fuck's sake, I. NEED. YOUR. COCK. NOW!!!!”
And really, who can refuse something like that? Puck pressed the tip of his
dick to the gleek's losened hole, sliding in carefully, trying his best not to
hurt the panting body beneath him. He could feel the muscles around his shaft
clenching before relaxing and prayed God for Hummel to be ready soon. It was so
hot and so tight that Puck feared coming without even moving.
Luck was on his side, because Hummel started pushing his hips back, making him
buried himself to the hilt before pulling back and slamming into Kurt, who had
shifted to be on all fours, again. They set a rough, heavy pace, wailing in
pleasure as Noah hit his prostate and stroke his dick and Puck grunting as he
felt his cock being swallow by the hot, tight velvet.
It took them minutes to reach their orgasms, Kurt blowing his load on the bench
and Noah's hand and the jock spilling himself inside of the other for the
second time in the day. It was a fucking good day.
They stood there for what seemed like hours, wet bodies entwined in the cold,
hard floor of WMH's locker room. They would answer to their friends (and
themselves) later. All that matter at the moment was that they were there and
together.
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