A thimble size of the Milky Way A Thimble's Worth of Milky Moon - A thimble size of the Milky Way.
(Fic translated)
This is a fic I found on livejournal, I translated yesterday, I decided to make this my first translation fi Glee because I thought it was great and in a single chapter chapter was able to summarize a story like this, with the complexity of the conquest and able to reflect the voice of Puck in a manner so natural.
Author: snorefest I'm just the translator
Pairing: Puck / Kurt
Rating : NC-17 (basically by the end ... is quite strong haha)
Spoilers: None, thankfully ...
Summary: It was both incredibly simple and incredibly complicated when Puckerman Noah awoke one morning knowing that, beyond any doubt he queríaa Hummel Kurt.
Disclaimer: Glee not belong to us or me or the original author ... if so this would be the script of the series and not just fandom xD
was both incredibly simple and incredibly complicated when Puckerman Noah awoke one morning knowing that, beyond any doubt he queríaa Hummel Kurt. It was particularly prescient. That day was no different from others. There was a dream revealing any divine message. No doubt or a feeling of overwhelming self-hatred. It was simple (as simple as could be) desire. Noah wanted to Kurt Hummel Puckerman.
And what Noah Noah wanted Puckerman Puckerman get it. Do not take by force not use lies and deceptions because that would ruin the game, but he was Puck, was a stallion, and if there is something the bulls are good for is getting what they want.
had already begun:
had no sort by Hummel's locker but the diversion was worth it. Hummel noted that looking at him askance, Puck noticed because the boy's shoulders tensed, like a nervous cat and her lips tightened into a grimace. It was all part of the game, had to change that reaction.
"Hey, homo” dijo asintiendo, entonces al pasar, dio un golpesito a Hummel en el trasero con la palma de su mano.
Y no era un simple tonte esto de darle una nalgada, era solo un pequeño saludo de su mano al trasero de Hummel, y bueno, era un buen trasero y Hummel no usaba exactamente unos jeans que dejaran eso a la imaginación. Así que si los dedos de Puck se recogieron un poco en la curva de esos jeans, bueno no había sido su culpa. Escuchó (No vio, porque si hubiera mirado se hubiera arruinado el efecto) la reacción de Hummel. Un pequeño y sutil sisseo que pareció comenzar desde la suela de sus zapatos Gucci y travel through all his veins like a whisper. The box is slammed shut and the same shoes clattering away down the hall. And that was it. And Puck first thought maybe this could be more difficult than anticipated.
*
Glee trials in Hummel and looked at him, the worst part was that I was not even trying not to look at it, looked as if he had more important things in your head. Like watching a Finn.
Puck could not help because it was only flesh and blood could not help go up to jealousy your throat making it bite his tongue. Hummel's cheeks take on a rose, and while watching Hummel Puck watch Rachel Finn watched, he saw the boy licked his lips, his little pink tongue sharp and smooth, and so was not at all fair . Puck
stared at the ground, hard, because if I raised my face
might do something embarrassing. He rubbed his hands, suddenly were sweating in their jeans, clenching his fists quickly, and when she looked at Hummel saw him take his eyes quickly with red cheeks and quite excited. And suddenly, watching with interest Hummel put a lock of hair behind her ear, and almost unconsciously, Puck thought perhaps this would not be so difficult after all.
*
now Puck is not dedicated to the think about the many aspects of his life, but was giving it much thought and matter. Want to get into the pants of Hummel and achieved to get into the pants of Hummel. And usually get into someone's pants was something that Puck was very good, but I had to see that Puck was used a seguir señoras de mediana edad que no habían tenido sexo desde su primer año de matrimonio, desde que eran unas Cheerios ebrias.
Así que había que planear las cosas.
Hummel ya estaba sentado en la clase de español cuando Puck entró a la sala de clase. Miró cuando Puck entró por la puerta y entonces miró hacia abajo donde estaban sus manos, casi pasando por algo casual; pero algo se tensó en su boca mientras Puck se acercaba a él.
“Qué pasa, Hummel” saludó Puck sitting near him from one arm carelessly over the back of blue plastic chair Hummel. Almost loose puck laughter to see Hummel blush. Perfect.
"What?" There is a tone between rage and despair in his voice, and Puck thought for a moment before answering.
"fuck you" said with ease, and it was true, so why hide like a coward. Hummel
looked surprised for a second, as if Puck did not expect was so straight to the point, but then rose her chin in a way that was very ... hers and she looked at Puck in a way so intense that the runningback had to make a great effort not to look away. Then he glanced forward again as if nothing had happened, with his nose pointing straight at the ceiling, but did not attempt to move the arm of Puck from where it was, right on his back and said "You work hard"
*
Then Puck decided to work very hard. Because he never slowed down from a challenge.
*
Hummel was sitting alone in the rehearsal room Glee when Puck was there, which was unusual. But the way she looked nervously at Puck before refocus your eyes in front, Puck thought it could not be completely incidental.
Hummel's shoulders tensed when Puck walked toward him, then Noah stood beside him while Hummel insisted on avoiding the eyes. "Look, Hummel" said handing him a shiny golden box of chocolates he had bought at the store was a half hour of school between the end of classes y la práctica del Glee Club. Eran del tipo de chocolates que a su mamá le gustaba comer después de beber, como si pudieran sacarle la borrachera; siete dólares por una caja de dulce y pegajosa redención.
Hummel finalmente se dignó a mirarlo y luego bajó su mirada hacia la caja, y luego volvió a mirar a Puck. “Puedes llevártelos de vuelta” dijo mirando hacia adelante de nuevo, el podía reconocer el rechazo tono de voz cuando lo oía, pero eso no quería decir que lo aceptara de buenas a primeras. “Son para tí” he said slowly as if he were speaking to a child because he was gay and probably Hummel virgin and may not understand when I was receiving a gift before "are chocolates."
and Hummel gave a look that rarely had received from anyone except maybe Quinn, that look that meant "I'm too good for you so do not even try."
"Chocolate" Hummel said, "I ruined, will go straight to my hips, not to mention the way it sticks to my palate, especially when I sing" He looked forward again, then down, straightened his shirt sleeves and added with disdain, "You can take them back." He seemed arrogant, pink coloring her cheeks.
Puck For a moment he could not do anything but watch, but then remembered I was a stallion. "Okay then ... anyway did not want to give you anything, "he said and stood up abruptly, he hated the pink anyway.
*
Later Puck in the night ate the chocolates one by one, alone in his room.
*
Puck had no idea how to seduce a man. Was it the same to seduce a woman? Searched google, but their efforts were in vain, but possessed a detailed knowledge of how disturbingly follaríaa Hummel if he knew how to get into the pants of that sissy virgin (he had been very careful clean the search history from your computer on this particular afternoon)
He decided
it was time to seek outside help. Mercedes
not look very pleased to see it appear on your front porch. He put his typical pose with his hand on her hip with the respective diva look "What do you white boy?"
"Tell me how to get into the pants of Hummel" he said, because he had never walked with subtleties and Mercedes opened his eyes caught and dragged him inside his home.
"Kurt told me that you were harassing" Puck said rudely and was unable to process the message because it was stuck on "Kurt" and why it never occurred to him calling his name before, maybe I should have done. "You have to get away from him" and he admired the way she put it, to the point.
"I love you" Puck said, except this time he realized with surprise that not only wanted to throw it, I was completely sure of that, Kurt queríaa, wrists bent, soprano voice, her cheeks pink. And he had not noticed before, and then for the first time the nervousness and doubt were introduced in the stomach.
Mercedes
Then maybe heard some of that in my tone of voice, or saw it in my face, or maybe just wanted someone to throw to his friend, what was his expression softened "Why do you want" and had genuine curiosity in her voice.
"I do not know ... but it is "said Puck.
"Okay," agreed Mercedes.
* Puck
should not listen to Mercedes.
Hum ... Kurt was sitting in English class, just as always, typing on his notebook before class began. When Puck was approached was scribbling some fine lines and smooth, for some reason, they would like to Puck further.
"You look very ... well today, "Puck said stiffly, and he felt uncomfortable, Kurt looked at him with wide eyes and raised eyebrows, rather flushed. "Very cute" Continued to the mohican cleared his throat "Kurt."
Kurt's mouth was remarkably open, like a fish, closed with a click, then opened again and closed it again and then finally released "Thank You" and his cheeks were so red Puck comenzaríaa thought smoke at any time "You ... Too? ".
"Em ..." Puck issued insecure because, well, it was not for him, usually with chocolate was enough. "You could ... maybe "and tried to remember the words he had put Mercedes on the head, but Kurt's eyes were as bright as he stared at Puck, and his lips were as red deKurt, and hands Kurt rubbed against each other, and the cashmere sweater I was wearing fit you so well that Puck was hard to focus. "Would you mind accompanying me a. .. the movies this Friday? "
And then something like a smile began to lean on the sides of the eyes of Kurt.
"I think that ... if I could, "answered the boy.
*
was eight o'clock on a Friday night and Puck stood in front of Kurt's door holding a bouquet of flowers wrapped in a cream-colored paper wondering what the hell he was doing. It took several attempts (which, if asked, would deny categorically) hit the door. He adjusted his shirt and waited.
The call was answered by a rough looking man with a baseball jersey, a pair of jeans, is it serious? Does Kurt had left sensitive pequeñoy the balls of this man? Really?
"Hello" greeted Puck "I came to pick up Kurt"
The man looked vaguely surprised and then suddenly suspicious "Who are you?"
"Puck ... Hey, Noah, M., Noah Puckerman; game with his son "Puck paused, prompting the man's eyes were opened" In football team, sir, play with your child on the computer and n I'm from the Glee Club and em ... "Since when was Puck tan poco elocuente, él era un semental. Todo era culpa de Mercedes.
Por suerte el papá de Kurt comenzó a asentir y Puck pensó que le había bastando con escuchar algo sobre el equipo de football. “Lo iré a buscar, solo espera acá un minuto”.
Entonces el runningback se encontró de cara con la puerta cerrada de nuevo, paralizado con las flores en la mano preguntándose cuando exactamente Noah Puckerman, el semental del equipo de football, se había transformado en este tembloroso y sensible mariposón. Entonces la puerta se volvió open and no longer mattered most, he forgot everything.
Kurt was wearing red and his eyes were wide and his mouth was ajar letting his little tongue peeked nervously between her lips moist and glossy, it was Puck frozen breath in the throat. "You look" had to clear his throat "You look so good" he looked down carried by nerves and then remembered he was holding flowers and offered the boy who was in front. Kurt
flowers looked for a moment as Puck thought about how Kurt tabs were with their cheeks, long, dark, slightly wavy at the end. Kurt then looked up with sudden excitement visible in the corners of his lips and the tallest boy realized he had never before been so nervous, even when expected to throw in the trash, even when had sung a solo in the chorus, ever. "Thanks," said Kurt, and picked flowers, and Puck suddenly wished they had more money to have bought a beautiful bouquet of flowers, white roses or something, instead of those daffodils with which he had to make, but Kurt did not seem to mind that detail.
Someone cleared his throat and realized that Mr. Hummel was still there, standing behind his son with his arms crossed, "Do not bring too late," he said.
"I will, sir," Kurt
Puck and then looked at his father. "I love you, Dad," he said and then reached up to hug her father who looked as uncomfortable as Puck "I'll back a little later tonight. " And then gave a little jump to Puck, and literally a hop. Puck and Mr. Hummel exchanged glances, and when Kurt looked over his shoulder to see what went on Noah began to feel an upset stomach, as if he had eaten something spicy, then walked to keep the boy, but the older man claws the arm before he could take a step.
"Guard it well, Noah" said Kurt's father, with a warning tone in his voice, but something else, something like sadness. "He is ... well, that's all I have "
The boy nodded, because I knew what that was. "I take good care," he said seriously, and the same was surprised because after all he really meant it.
*
When the movie ended, Puck led to take home to Kurt, in silence, well, it was silent, because Kurt was talking all the way as a parrot while, but Puck bother him.
"I really liked the actress continued his talk the soprano, "But they chose for her wardrobe was not the most appropriate, say" They could have chosen something with a minimal sense of fashion? That did not suit her at all y. .. "
" Kurt "interrupted his companion, because they had come to his house and Kurt turned to him with an expression of surprise and pleased to note that whenever you put the other guy called his name, and Puck was asked why he had not started doing it much earlier.
"Puck," said Kurt and outlined the naive, wide and beautiful smile. Then
positioning Noah leaned his hands on both cheeks of the boy and kissed him. Kurt
showed a slight and rapid trembling and Puck thought to push it away, but then began to respond shyly posing kissing his hand on the shoulder of Puck and pressing the other against the chest the athlete at the same time emitting a sigh that only served to turn use whatever Puck of what was due. Kurt smelled good, a mixture of soap, cologne and chewing gum. Puck sat moving his hand toward the boy's hip and take sneak under the sweater making panting Kurt, took time to slide his tongue into her mouth and I knew Kurt as a song, soft, sweet and peaceful, but suddenly she had walked away, pushing him gently as he settled the sweater.
"What, Hummel?" Said Puck not willing to hand the skin soft and warm Kurt hip.
The boy looked as if he were wounded, but then a smile quickly spread across his face "Being the only gay in Lima does not make me a whore" she said, but did nothing to run Puck's hand where it was "also This is just our first date "
" You're a teenager, of course you're a fucking "Puck said tilting her mouth close to the boy's neck, blowing a little air and causing a sensual sound out of the mouth of the soprano "Hormones cause strange reactions ..."
Then Kurt shook his hips, de modo que Puck estaba tocando aire en vez de la suave y cálida piel, sorprendiéndose de lo mucho que ya comenzaba a extrañar la falta de ese contacto. “Debes trabajar más duro, Puck” y diciendo esto salió del auto.
Puck se quedó rígido en su asiento mientras veía al chico desaparecer tras la puerta de su casa, y se quedó bastante rato hasta que las luces de la casa se apagaron.
*
El sábado siguiente Puck llevó a Kurt a cenar a un lugar muy elegante (Bueno, está bien, tan elegante como your wallet permitting) and yet all he got was a kiss. The second time he tried to put a hand on his thigh and Kurt shook away with the excuse that it was too soon. Then the following Friday I was dancing at one of the pathetic club in Lima, but Kurt seemed to enjoy it and at least Puck might have some physical contact and friction to relieve suffering their fucking balls. But once they were alone in the car Kurt crossed his arms in a fairly straight-laced across his chest and gave him only a chaste and shy kiss on the lips before leaving. Kurt Puck was bowling, Puck invited Kurt to drive-which for some reason still existed in Lima. Puck led the bloody ice dance show that was touring the city and thought that it was gay this and I would be kissing the feet for it. Countless films, numerous dinners and still getting nowhere. Nothing, nothing.
Well, Puck was trying to be patient because this was the hardest he had worked for someone that was not su familia más cercana. Y odiaba admitirlo, porque era desesperado y para nada semental, pero tenía la impresión de que Kurt lo valía. Las manos de Kurt eran suaves, sus labios eran rojos y además de eso era tan jodidamente atrevido, lo que para Puck, era una excelente combinación.
Pero no valía la pena de ninguna manera si nunca iba a ceder. !Y dios! Las bolas de Puck estaban tan azules, ya no sabía si alguna vez iba a poder recuperarse, habían pasado meses. Puck nunca había esperado tanto por nadie, era un semental. El no había sido hecho para el celibato, nunca se había tenido que masturbar en su vida, había perdido su virginidad a los trece años con una madurita y desde entonces no se había detenido nunca, pero ahora debía masturbarse furiosamente, todas las noches, a veces en las mañanas, a veces en el receso del almuerzo en el baño de chicos pretendiendo que tenía que ir a cagar; y si eso no era caer bajo, entonces no sabía lo que era.
Habían sido meses de citas y meses en que el resto del equipo de football le hacía la vida imposible por salir con un chico. Pero Puck nunca se preocupó por su imagen, porque era un sire and sires could make anything seem cool and eventually the boys were no longer fools with him, and well, it was not bad Puck broke a few jaws to some who were happening. And all this would have been worth it because Kurt was hot, but he was not taking anything other than a few strokes on your face and light kisses.
thought on messages to Santana, but is less enthusiastic about the idea to carry it out, Quinn did not speak and older wenches no longer excited him as before, so I had stopped trying. Was losing money Pool your business wasting his wallet, he was invited to go to Kurt all weekend so it was broken and it was hot, and in celibacy, and that was fucking wrong.
and was working hard, so I was tired to continue listening to that sentence.
"Wait," he said before they get out of the car when Kurt went to leave, grabbing her arm gently, "Stay."
And Kurt looked for a moment with such intensity that Puck was somewhat uncomfortable, but then when he felt one of those soft hands glide his face is forgetting all discomfort. "Noah" Puck said the boy and had never noticed before this amazing glow of lust in the eyes of the boy. Kurt then kisses him, and it was not like any of the kisses he has received before, was too strong, too hot, too everything, because it was Kurt who was pressed against him, it was holding him was Kurt's shoulders as if Puck was a damn jacket, Kurt who made these noises against her lips like a bitch, but somehow it was damn sexy.
Puck put his hand to the side of Kurt's neck and then down for his chest to his stomach and, Jesus, this sweater has to be worth the Millón dollars or whatever that Kurt has paid for it, because it was soft and thin and you could feel Kurt beneath him, strong and fiery. Puck changed positions because it is burning so hot that you can not resist, is pressed against Kurt and yes, it is obvious that he also wants and friction, FRICC. .. What? Kurt
away with one hand in his mouth and looked so beautiful Puck could not be angry with him, with red cheeks and tousled hair. Puck wanted it so much that he had trouble breathing and when he again tried to approach the boy pushed him gently by hand.
"No, Puck" said Kurt and his breath was still tingling on the lips of Puck "Sorry ... I can not. "
And then he left. As well, Puck sat a few seconds, stunned, after throwing a curse started the car. Observed a moment to leave the house before and saw a shadow in the ventana, mirando.
Tuvo una suerte increíble de no estrellarse camino a casa.
*
Puck despertó varias veces esa noche con el nombre Kurt en los labios y un desastre en su entrepierna y, mierda. Tal vez Dios le estaba indicando que necesitaba tener sexo con Kurt Hummel (En cuyo caso tendría que tener una discusión con algunos intérpretes Bíblicos en la sinagoga)
*
Puck no lo entendía, había hecho todo bien y aún estaban haciéndole la ley del hielo. Y no solo Kurt, era el Glee club completo. Y por mucho que le allowable cost that was not doing well ... very happy. Kurt had been dating for seven months (he made Friday at last count) had spent a lot of money, got none of that sex, and on top was being ignored. Well, Puck does not cope well with this to be ignored, simply could not, he was accustomed to people what was flattering, in that if it was good, because he was a stallion.
But lately the word was sounding increasingly empty, and not because I was getting as much sex as he could a nun, but also because even when was being ignored even wanted to be with Kurt, madly, and it was not a proper behavior of a stallion.
But Kurt did not want anything with him. Puck
And apparently it was becoming a girl. That was the only reasonable explanation.
It was then after practice Glee Puck Mercedes rounded up and began yelling ... and well, Puck got a little nervous because, dammit, the dog was acting like crazy and it was fucking scary, and he could barely understand what he was saying because she was very angry. Well, Puck was a jerk, but did not deserve this, he had been kind to Kurt, had done what Mercedes said, had done everything Kurt queríay was already sick and tired of crawling through a stupid fucking red lips philandering.
Puck was a stallion.
And his own with Kurt was over.
*
The only reason I bought chocolates that night was because he was worried because I was losing weight and needed to stay big for the football team.
* Puck
not miss Kurt, that was not a problem for him.
* Well, you might miss Kurt Puck only slightly.
*
! Shit, Puck queríaa Kurt back so it hurt.
*
Puck was a winner, that's what began to repeat that day, and if she was not so pathetic there was a misunderstanding that he was arranging, because he was a stud and meant to be a stud ... Puck had no idea.
But he managed to find Kurt alone in the parking lot just before the practice of Glee. (Well, did not have to look far because waiting in the back hallway next to his vehicle) and did not hesitate at any time, Kurt attracted to her car and said, "Well, tell me I did "If her voice was sad vacíay simply decided to ignore it, he was demanding answers, he was in complete control of the situation.
Kurt looked startled, como si pensara que Puck lo iba a golpear o violar o algo así, entonces Puck lo soltó del agarre y puso sus manos en sus bolsillos tratando de lucir lo menos amenazador posible. Entonces los hombros de Kurt se bajaron de su posición tensa “Tu... nada” dijo finalmente ¿Y eso era toda la respuesta que Puck iba a obtener? ¿En serio?
“Kurt” dijo y el chico miró hacia arriba, y sus ojos estaban vidriosos, más brillantes de lo que nunca habían estado y Puck tuvo que apretar sus manos en puños para detener el impulso de tocarlo. “No I can guess what I did, because I tried to do everything you wanted, but thought it was silly because ... I ...
eh ...." "No need to apologize," said Kurt, Thank God. "I just think they both look for things other than this I can not keep fooling relacióny, so I must go ... if you feel well "and Kurt turned his back to leave, but no, not right, nothing was right. Puck Kurt grabbed the wrist.
"Te quiero" Puck said finally. Kurt
stopped short, lo miró directamente a los ojos, y estaba enojado, Puck podía notarlo, estaba enojado con sus ojos centelleando y sus mejillas coloradas y Dios, se veía tan ardiente. “No” refutó Kurt fríamente, herido “Tu quieres follarme”.
“Bueno, si” Puck admitió, porque sí, era verdad, quería tirárselo, pero algo cambió en el semblante de Kurt y toda la rabia se derrumbó en tristeza y Puck no entendió que es lo que había dicho para que se pusiera así. The boy pushed him away, but she was crying too much to open the door, so completely given back to Puck and rested his face in the window, sobbing. "Kurt" Noah said carefully, touching his shoulder.
"Do not call me" claimed the soprano "Dime Hummel"
"Kurt" Puck called again, because he was stubborn, and because, hell, did not even know why Kurt I was so angry. "What if I want to have sex you? You're burning "Kurt did not even look back, not even a little flatter so maybe it was not the way to soften things. And Puck was a bit angry because the truth does not mean that things should be so, he just wanted sex with Kurt and had not even succeeded, and now Kurt was crying your car, and Puck was having a sharp pain in the chest and moving as he watched the boy mourn, and wanted to amend it, I had to fix it but had no idea how. These things did not went to rams. "Did feel? ".
"You have no idea," said Kurt facing down, and was all red and swollen and half closed eyes and still looked beautiful, even had a runny nose poking Puck nose and did not know why it did not seem disgusting. "You have no idea what it means to be someone you're not your ... you just want to take everything you want without giving anything in return and I can not give me that ... when all you want from me, just I can not, and do not know why you keep insisting this when we are clearly different things, "
" Do not want to have sex with me "Now Puck was confused because, really, who would not want to have sex with him? He was a man, a stud.
Lurt Puck looked like it was more stupid and disgusting that he had the misfortune of stepping on the earth, and really was not fair "It's not that," said Kurt irritated "It's just that I do not want to just have sex with you. "
"Hey ... I've been going out with you for seven months without sex. That's ... a record for me, "Kurt looked away without responding, and this was stupid. The whole scene was fucking stupid, and Puck was really bad dealing with it. "I want to get in your pants, of course, but I also want other things." Kurt joined
away a little of the window, his breath fogging the glass yet, and was sniffing in a pathetic, but I was not crying, and well, that was a beginning. "What most want "
Puck had never thought of it before," Hey ... "delivered in a wordless, because I honestly do not know what I wanted, no one had ; to ask. But Kurt's eyes were very bright and saw his hands clenched until his knuckles turned white, then Puck realized I wanted something more, because it hurt, hurt fc Basically in your stomach and see Kurt and was even worse to know that he had caused. And that was not a behavior of a stallion, and well, it Fuck all. "I love you" There was a pause and then said "I want everything about you" And it was probably the most stupidly romantic says in his life, perhaps because he had never before ; an order, or because nobody had ever looked like Kurt did, as if they could see inside him. And he never wanted to be just a man instead of a stallion, but Kurt things were different.
Kurt was looking thoughtfully, as if trying to find something, as if reading the thoughts of Puck on his forehead. Puck then thought she had said enough, that Kurt had not understood, so tentatively (because, dammit, this was the first time I was struggling to keep something so that he was having trouble) then added "I still want to kiss you, but your nose is sticky and disgusting"
And Kurt opened his mouth in such a way, and began to laugh, laugh, looking forward, as if all this time, all the tears and stress have been directed to stop at this point, and then finally be relaxed and seemed to be revealing a new facet. "Thanks," said Kurt finally "do not you do that" pulling out a handkerchief and wiped his face and blew his nose.
*
never got to the practice of Glee.
*
When he finally left the school parking lot and Kurt's nose was not stuffy, and his lips were red and swollen. Puck looked at the seat co biting her lip. "You're beautiful" he said, because it seemed the most appropriate and because Kurt was certainly beautiful, and unexpected and a lot of other things that Puck would not give a lot of laps because he was a stud and sires are not corny like little girls of thirteen.
"Thank You" Kurt said laughing, "But do not treat me like a girl just because I sing like a ... and I cry like one." Then there was silence for a moment that while driving Puck Kurt playing with her scarf, wrapping it constantly in their hands, Kurt cleared his throat "I thought you were going to leave me" and he looked Puck "After we had sex. That's why I went, because I thought I'd leave if something happened to want to be me "Puck
not know what to say, clenched his jaw, then let Kurt then looked at direct eyes and said, "You're an idiot" because "I was joking? Puck was an ice dance show for it.
Kurt opened his mouth, then closed, then reopened and finally issued "Sorry" all rushed, as if he knew what he was saying "do not trust you, I thought that well ... I did not want to be just an achievement, but I should not ... even if that were the case it would not matter ... it's not like a marriage look gay in Lima, but wanted to be special as well, and that meant something because ... you really like. And I do not know well, but we are diferentes, tu no hablas tanto como yo, o piensas tanto como yo y no estoy diciendo que no seas inteligente, solo digo que no repiensas tanto las cosas como yo. Porque soy un paranoico” Kurt se tomó un segundo para respirar y observó a Puck a través de sus pestañas, Puck seguía con la vista fija en el camino porque esas eran un montón de palabras y no estaba seguro de qué debía hacer con ellas.
“Lo que estoy tratando de decir” continuó Kurt “Es que confío en ti ahora y… mi padre no está en casa, así I have the house to myself, so ... "Puck knew what that meant, so dry braking, tires squealed, and saw Kurt sideways, smiling foolishly and as red as traffic light and suddenly Puck was speeding.
*
When they arrived at Kurt's house the boy tensed his shoulders almost up to their ears while they were stiff, he froze in the lobby (and god, this was a great house, the lobby was almost as big as the living room full of Puck) was removed the scarf and took the coat hanging on the rack Puck, to turn around his face looked like wax. "Sorry, I'm just a little nervous," explained "I've never done this before."
"Okay," Puck said putting his hands on the side of Kurt's neck.
"Let Down" Kurt said, his voice agitated and sharper than normal, her eyes were darkened, and she wanted while Puck thought he could not cross the corridor leading to the stairs, but he boy grabbed his hand by linking their fingers and that made him feel better. Kurt put his hand to his lips when they were down the stairs and the boy stopped breathing and God, that was more than I expected, much more.
When they arrived at Kurt's room (Whore shit ... it was all a bachelor apartment), the boy turned to Ely and they were kissing, but this time was different, because Kurt was as hungry as Puck . Were pressed against each other as they kissed and Kurt's hands were everywhere, including Puck's hair and covering her back and around his hips, and under the shirt of Puck, then pause the kiss for a second (which felt like hours) for Puck could pump your unbuttoned his shirt and then Kurt and then feel just skin, large areas of skin, press NDOS against one another and Kurt gasped at the mouth of Puck "I've waited so long for this," the runningback took them both on the bed fell on a pile of cushions, synchronized like leaves, and everything seemed perfect.
Puck kissed and licked a bit under the neck line of Kurt, his collarbone while Kurt groaned under him and God, it was much hotter than they had imagined (and that's saying much, because his imagination was very feverish) and pressed helplessly against Kurt, and God, the friction n forum was lighting inside, was on fire the whole damn world.
And Kurt was great, blushing all the way to her navel and Puck never felt like this before, as if to taste, touch every part of Kurt, as if every inch of skin was a needy revelacióny more and more.
was sacándole's Jeans Kurt could not think of anything and "Be careful, these are worth more than you earn in a year" but did not care why the boy was so disturbance, because he was the erection of Kurt, and fuck, Puck never thought I would find beautiful member of another man, but there it was. Kurt
straightened up, pushing her hips Noah Ely had never wanted anything, never wanted anyone this way. Kurt put his fingers and the boy began to vibrate, then Puck and did not remain cautious and hesitant, because the whole room smelled of sex and that was the best area in which to steer.
noted Kurt's face as he stood, his eyes tight pure ecstasy, as if hesitating to begin to mourn, laugh or cry, and his mouth closed abríay small sighs and groans choppy.
"Kurt" and Noah said ... When did this happen? Because I was saying the name of Kurt as if they really meant something to happen When did you start? Then the boy's hand away.
"Do not stop" asked Kurt, and was breathing heavily, his lips moist and red, his eyes dark with desire and Puck do not want to stop, the boy wanted to continue emitting those sounds but :
"We could do something else," he said suddenly as he saw Kurt's eyes darkened further, and very open when pressed against him eagerly, and that was an invitation quite tempting "I have lube in my pants." For if, Puck was completely defeated but boy, but was still a stallion, and had been a boy scout when I was a child, and knew it was important to always be prepared.
"I understand ..." Kurt was practically shaking, could barely speak "Please hurry ..." and Puck did, he reached for his jeans, grabbed the little vial next to a county ny itself was considered, but never thought it would be both apparently had much desire content become a "super-stud" or something. Kurt Puck grabbed the doll and asked "Please be gentle ... I ..." and shut his eyes away.
"Do not worry," Puck said putting a hand on the boy's cheek, making him lay his head against him and stroked his ear, and well I was really serious. Maybe Puck had made a lot of things wrong in their various discussions and behavior in this relationship, but now he knew what he was doing, on a bed and another naked body. He brought his other hand down the boy's legs apart and put his knees on his shoulders, Kurt looked a little scared, his face contorted and his eyes wide open.
"Try to relax, man" called the largest on him pressing his lips as he opened the bottle.
Kurt let out a shaky laugh, fun, responding to the kiss "is much easier from your perspective"
Solo follow me "Puck said" I know what I'm doing "
With a little lubricant on your hands, slowly and carefully inserted a finger on Kurt sighed and stirred, pushing against Puck and God, if this was not the sexiest of the world then I could not imagine that it was. "It hurts," whispered the boy causing Noah to stop, because this was not what he wanted, but Kurt looked like an idiot "It feels good too, do not get stop "
And Puck did not, inserted another finger and then the third (and kurt was a little but then when pressed against his fingers touched Puck right there) and bit his clavi Puck Kurt Cula making agitated and grabbed his shoulders with her nails and ... "Please, Noah, please porfavorporfavor. I need you "
And Jesus, Quie could resist that, because Kurt was moaning and writhing, by wrapping his arms around Puck sys, pressing, eager and beautiful and freshly made some bruising on his men and his neck ... then Puck could do nothing but follow orders. He opened the condom on with your teeth, put it quickly and pushed against Kurt and God, you really thought it could not be hotter? Because that was putting stars in their eyes, blinding him, was all he had ever combined in a single moment, like singing, like dancing, like running, like flying.
They were perfect together, at the time, tight kissing, touching and moving as if they were one person. Kurt emitted sounds anxious and full of need, clawing and squeezing the back of Puck, making it even more sighing and kissing, kissed the side of his mouth, his cheeks, his jaw and his neck, hugging him.
They moved slowly at first, languid, Puck ran a hand through his hair the boy and he threw his head atrásy "Kurt had never really done this before? Because it was too good, close and moving with him as if he had done millions of times before. Puck could not even think coherently. "Noah ..." he whispered, and clung to him like his fucking life jackets and then, God, oh shit, for Christ himself Jewish.
Then they were moving, moving really fast and hard, because I could not stand Masy Puck Kurt either. They moved against each other, as if they had another opcióny was beautiful, it was wonderful, Kurt's face contracted into a grimace and it was beautiful, sweat beaded his shoulders rose, and pink face, and her cheeks pink and Puck could not think of anything else because it was emitting sounds that Kurt was such that he was wasting words on as soon as his head began to reach him.
took a hand in putting them on Kurt and then he broke boy in his arms with a scream and a sigh, his head hanging atrásy, mierdaputamadre Puck could feel Kurt contract around them, His strength, he had to hide his head in his neck, gasping, and wine.
They could do nothing but collapse and be stuck for several minutes, then Kurt let out a laugh funny "You're lucky to take dance classes, Puck ..." And then the boy realized he was on é , l, folding it in half still holding his knees on his shoulders.
moved away from listening as he complained about the sudden emptiness. And Noah took condóny carefully threw it away. Then looked back where he was the soprano, wearing open vulnerable and helpless, alone and naked in his bed, Puck smiled with lust. "Ready for the second round?"
Then Kurt laughed, and maybe that laughter was the best part. Puck opened his arms and this drew the covers for them to cover them both, they embraced. Well, fall asleep after sex was not normal in Puck, but none of it was, Brown's breath began to pace themselves lying on the brown chest, his hands clinging to his back and Puck normal thought was overrated.
Then the boy's tongue found the nipple ring at the Puck, starting with a slight encouragement, almost as if it were an accident while looking up the expression of the athlete, with a smile. Puck grunted, perhaps if it was time for the "second round" after all.
*
And that's how things went.
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