Dec. 31, 2021, 1:29 a.m.
The Love Dom: Chapter 2
E - Words: 4,646 - Last Updated: Dec 31, 2021 Story: Complete - Chapters: 25/25 - Created: Apr 15, 2013 - Updated: Apr 12, 2022 2,066 0 3 0 0
Puck deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue aggressively to the back of Kurt's mouth, then gently shifted their weight and moved Kurt until he was lying down on the bed, Puck covering his body from shoulders to hip. The more Puck kissed him, the more Kurt relaxed, not thinking about why Puck was here, what would be the purpose of this? Kurt was well aware that Puck wasn't gay. Kurt thought about it for the barest moment, but it was too hard to try and rationalize it.
"Kurt, you know you need this, and as one of your closest friends, I can give it to you. Are you okay with that?"
"Yes, Noah." Kurt said, his anxiety fading as Puck held him closer. He could feel Puck's muscles, flexing when he moved, strong and powerful and there to keep Kurt safe. He closed his eyes, absorbing all the strength that was flowing off of Puck in waves.
"Do you want me to kiss you some more?" Puck asked, just a bit nervous. He had learned a lot being married to the socialite, but it all had to do with women. He had never given much thought to what a man might need or want, so he just went with what seemed natural for him.
Kurt didn't speak, but Puck knew he was agreeing.
If Puck had been his dom, things would have been different, he would not ask, he wouldn't need to ask, he would already know what Kurt needed and he'd be there to provide it. The line between domination and abuse could be very thin and Puck was praying he was on the right side of it.
The room was dark and the sounds of people moving around the other rooms was quickly drowned out by Puck touching the button of Kurt's stereo, music filling all the empty spaces in the room as he pushed Kurt deeper into the mattress and pressed his lips back on Kurt's mouth. Puck opened his mouth, his tongue pushing into Kurt's causing a desperate whine. Just that one sound was enough for Puck to get hard, and he slid his hands down to Kurt's ass and held him still as he rutted against him.
Kurt's hips bucked against him, and he could not have stopped it if his life depended upon it. He cried out, grasping at Puck's chest and throwing his head back as soon as Puck's mouth let go. The submissive position was almost too much for Puck, seeing that pale, vulnerable skin stretched out before him ready to be a sacrifice to this time they were together. It was overwhelming to have someone so willing, so needy, in his arms and Puck took what his instinct forced him to take.
Sucking the blood to the surface of the pale skin was amazing, and Puck licked the bite to soothe the sting of it. He not only needed to dominate Kurt, he felt a need to nurture and comfort him: that had never played a part in Puck's marriage. That woman, even though she was a sub, didn't need comfort – which was probably why they ended things.
Kurt's shaking had stopped. He was lying there, under Puck's body, panting as his eyes met Puck's silently asking what was required of him next.
"Kurt. You know I'm not gay. I am not going to swallow any come or let you put your dick in my mouth....or my ass. I can help you, though, if you tell me what you need. I will do anything else, just not those. Do we understand each other?" Puck asked.
"Yes, Noah, I understand. I...I don't know what I need. Santana always told me and I did what she said," Kurt told him, looking away as he said it, afraid to look at the contempt that Puck must be feeling for him.
Puck took Kurt's chin in his hand and firmly turned his head to look at him.
"Look straight into my eyes, Kurt. Now. There, now tell me what you need. Are you doubting me? That I can give you something?" he asked in a very quiet voice, laced with a touch of anger. Kurt shuddered.
"No, Puck. I don't doubt it at all. I just meant that because the only person I've ever been with was Santana, I might not know what men do together," Kurt said, still looking in Puck's eyes. They were beautiful eyes, a bright shade of brown with sparkling gold.
"Did you like me kissing you?" Puck asked, though he knew the answer. He could feel how hard Kurt was against his leg.
"Yes, oh god, yes."
"I want you to take off your clothes, Kurt. All of them. Now."
Kurt jumped to comply before he had given it so much as a thought. He was starving for this, for orders to follow, for the strength that had been drained out of him to be replenished. Tana had been gone for months now and even before, they hadn't had sex for months due to her condition. She had a difficult pregnancy and the doctors thought it might be detrimental for them to engage in anything as strenuous as sex, so Kurt had just held her close every night and kissed her.
He was pulling his briefs off, setting them on the chair when he heard Puck drumming his fingers on the bedside table in frustration. Kurt sank down inside himself, feeling unworthy as he hurried to get back on the bed. He lay down beside Puck, who had shed his own clothes quickly and was waiting for Kurt.
"Suck me."
Kurt was in position in seconds, taking Puck's cock into his mouth and sucking, moving his wet tongue all around. It was the first time he had ever had another man's dick in his mouth and he was at a loss as to what exactly to do. Puck stared at him for an instant and pulled him back.
"You've never done this, have you?" he asked, incredulous.
"No. You don't understand, Noah. I was married to Santana at the June Ceremony, just like you. When would I have had the chance to learn to do this?" Kurt said in a small voice, feeling inadequate. "You know I never dated or had a boyfriend in high school."
"Oh. Well, come up here and I'll teach you." Puck offered. Kurt complied, somewhat embarrassed at the irony of it – he, being gay, having to learn how to give a blowjob by a straight man. He rolled his eyes but paid attention. Puck gave him verbal instructions, then gently pushed Kurt back on the bed, taking a deep breath. He looked Kurt in the eyes and said, "Don't come. Do you understand me? I do not want jizz in my mouth. Ever. Are we understood?"
"Yes, Noah," Kurt said, the excitement in his voice betraying him. He wanted this, wanted to have sex with a man – even a straight man if he was dominate, to alleviate some of the stress that had been building up these months. If he was being honest, it was also because he wanted to experience being with a man. The masculine scent, the muscled hands, the deeper voice...all of it.
Puck put out his tongue and licked up the under side of Kurt's cock, bringing a whine from Kurt's throat. He looked down at Puck, seeing him swallowing, and the jolt to his cock was immeasurable. Puck closed his lips over Kurt and swirled his tongue for a moment, making sure every bit was slick and would slide easily before he pulled back. Puck went along showing Kurt all the best ways to please and at the end, when he was seriously pushing and pulling, bringing Kurt close to the end enough for him to grab Puck's hair, Puck stopped. Kurt practically growled at the ceasing of the movement. Puck glared right back and Kurt looked down.
"I told you I do not want you to come. I don't know what any methods of stopping an orgasm are, so let's not have to test them today, okay?"
"Yes, sir."
"Did you learn something?"
"Yes, I think I did, but we'll never know unless I try," Kurt said matter-of-factly. He sat up, scooting closer to Puck and placed his hand on Puck's hard cock, then slid his whole hand around it to hold it for stroking. He leaned down, placing his wet lips on the crown and pushing ever so gently as he worked it all the way in his mouth. He could not help but moan in the satisfaction of having a real live penis in his mouth for the very first time. It was amazing. Hard and silky to the texture, a clean scent that was overlaid with masculine arousal. That alone was enough to get Kurt hard if he wasn't before. He conjured up the best blow job Santana had ever given him and emulated it to begin with, licking up the front, circling around the head and then taking it into his mouth, warming it as he rubbed the tip with his tongue, moving to stimulate all the parts from head to root. Puck was moaning, thinking this was better than any blow job he'd gotten from any girl, ever, and he'd had a lot. Must be that a person owning a cock would best know how to pleasure one, right?
Working Puck up and down, Kurt got into a rhythm and when he pulled back to catch his breath for a moment, Puck whined in frustration – a sound Kurt would have bet his life that he would never hear outside a gay bar. Kurt went right back to what he was doing for a few minutes before Puck tried to push him back. Kurt looked up through his long black lashes and licked his lips, softly, showing off his ability to use that tongue in wondrous ways.
"Shit, Kurt, how are you doing this? Black Magic? My dick hasn't been this hard since I had Brittany and Quinn at the same time! Ahhh..." Kurt smiled a bit – as well as he could with his mouth full of Puck's cock.
Kurt sat back to the count of ten, giving Puck the space to call the next shot. Puck hadn't come, as per his instructions to Kurt, but he was on the edge of it several times. He would need to rein himself in more, not let emotions get in the way of his goal, which was to help Kurt, not to pleasure himself.
"Kurt, on your knees in front of me," Puck said in a stern but not unkind voice. Kurt felt his knees drop before he had taken a breath to think about the order. He didn't hang his head, but he did look down. He could hear Puck moving through the room, shuffling through drawers before finding something, then coming back. He sat on the bed in back of Kurt, who was kneeling, on the floor, facing away.
"Kurt, have you had your yearly checkup yet?" Puck asked, referring to the government mandated medical exam every person was required to do once a year to check for disease of any kind.
"Yes, Puck. I was free of any maladies," Kurt answered. He knew Puck was asking so he wouldn't have to use a condom.
"I did, too, and I'm clean. Are you okay with that?" Puck asked and Kurt nodded.
"Then come up here on the bed and I want to see you on your hands and knees, facing away from me," Puck commanded, and Kurt obeyed, beginning to tremble. He wanted to ask what was coming next, but his sub nature wouldn't let him. He'd find out eventually.
Puck was warming the silicon gel in his hand, steeling himself for this. He had thought at one time that he'd experienced everything a boy and girl could do together. Wow, was he naïve. The socialite had introduced him to some new things he had never imagined two people could do. In all those nights, she had never allowed him to touch her ass. Ever. He had to admit it had been a fantasy for a long time, but he had given up hope of ever actually experiencing it himself. But now, with Kurt in front of him, so willing and needing. Maybe.
He put a hand on Kurt's ass cheek, anticipating the jump as he startled his friend, and stroking to calm him down a little.
"Spread your knees apart, Kurt, so I can get my hand closer. I need to prepare your asshole for me to stick my cock in it," Puck said, being deliberately blunt to excite Kurt with the forceful words. The trouble was, he was beginning to excite himself just as much. He closed his eyes for a brief moment to collect himself so he would appear dominant. Perhaps more dominant than he actually was.
Kurt moved his knees apart on the bed, his thighs shaking, although he knew Puck would never intentionally hurt him. He felt Puck's strong hand smack his hip, not hard but just so he knew Puck was there. Then he was surprised as Puck came next to him, leaning close so Kurt could feel the warmth from Puck's body. Puck's fingers ran along the split in his ass, softly and gently moving deeper until he was touching his hole. He let out the breath he was holding. Santana had done this, helping him with his fantasy as she made love to him, but this felt different. Instead of her small soft hands with thin fingers, Puck's hands were large and the skin was not soft. His fingers were much bigger than Kurt's wife's had been and each motion and pressure were more sure, more forceful as Puck invaded Kurt with silicon-slick digits, pushing in so far, then slowly back out, more slowly than Kurt could imagine as he wished the big fingers to go away and stop stretching him.
Kurt might as well have wished to marry the queen of England for all the help wishing might do him. Puck was there to fuck Kurt, and there was no backing out now because his dominant nature had taken over and Puck was determined to get a screaming orgasm out of Kurt as if his life depended on it.
"Is it okay, I'm not hurting you?" Puck asked. He was on his knees beside Kurt, who was on hands and knees. Puck's warm chest was leaning on Kurt's side and Kurt leaned back, the contact now feeling good and necessary. Puck's gentle touch was getting easier to stand, beginning to feel good to Kurt. He couldn't help leaning back a little more towards Puck.
"It's good, Puck, so good," Kurt whined before he gave it thought. He did not intend to let any emotions show, but that was proving impossible. Puck looked Kurt directly in his eyes and used his dominance to make Kurt be quiet. He pushed a second finger in, slick with the silicon lubricant and finding it's way so deep Kurt was amazed. For years, with Santana, he was limited by the length of her small fingers. She had suggested they try a dildo, but Kurt was very afraid and Tana didn't want to upset him by forcing him to comply.
Kurt thought that it was possible that Santana had been with Brittany, sneaking to see her during lunchtimes or after rehearsals late at night. Tana never came home smelling of sex, never got unexplained phone calls, nothing like that. No, it was a look in her eyes that she might be satisfied in a way Kurt could never provide. His ego was so fragile that he never questioned her. He was actually not upset with the thought of the two high school sweethearts getting together, he knew he would never be the person Santana needed, he just hoped he would be enough.
"You have never been with a man before, Kurt?" Puck asked, slowly working the stiff muscle, helping it to relax. He had not anticipated the length of time it would take for this step and maybe he could help it along by getting Kurt to talking about what his fantasies were.
"No. After the June Ceremony, we moved in together and I was never with anyone else," Kurt said, feeling a little ashamed but not sure why.
"We will change all that today," Puck said in a low voice, using his other hand to stroke Kurt's cock a few times.
Finally, Puck judged that Kurt was as relaxed as it was possible for him to be and pulled his fingers out. He got the warm tube of lubricant and squeezed out a fair amount, covering his own cock with a thick layer.
"Okay, still on your knees, ass towards me," he ordered. "I want you to tell me if anything hurts. Tell me right away so we don't damage anything, okay, Kurt?"
"Okay, Noah, I will," Kurt said. "Can you do it now, please?" he begged, pulling at Puck's arm.
"Yes, Kurt. Stay on your hands and knees, I'll be as easy as I can, let me know how it feels," Puck told him.
Puck was almost shaking, he was so nervous. He'd been worried he might not be able to perform, but he was excited to do this now, as he pulled Kurt's pink cheeks apart and lined his cock up against his entrance. He could see that Kurt was ready, not only the pink flush to his skin, but the mewling noise he was making. Puck gathered his courage and pushed.
Bright lights lit up Kurt's vision, like an explosion as he screamed, amazed at the feeling of being owned. It didn't hurt like he thought it might, his dom had taken the time to prepare him correctly, he had the feeling inside that everything was now going to be all right. Kurt bucked his hips back, forcing Puck to bottom out, his balls slapping obscenely against Kurt's ass and forcing Puck's already overworked dominance to explode in his belly. He felt it more deeply than he had ever felt his wife's submission and it was like a powerful drug. He pulled back, out of Kurt slowly so as not to hurt him, but when he was at the proper point to re-enter, Kurt made that noise again, the one that filled Puck with a desire to own him, to push inside of Kurt, filling him and owning him, making him safe, giving him the strength to carry on. He was careful, but pushed back inside Kurt in a rush to completely envelope himself in Kurt again. It was a feeling Puck didn't want to stop.
Kurt was now whining, making little noises of satisfaction and pleasure. Puck had never felt anything so powerful from any woman, and he was seriously starting to wonder if he was actually gay. This was better than any woman he could remember.
"Kurt, are you okay?" he asked, a bit stiffly as he tried to sound caring but not really achieving that. He would not have asked his own sub, but this was different, he had to be more careful because he wasn't connected to Kurt in the way of a sub/Dom pairing.
"Yes, Noah, yes...yes....yes..." Kurt chanted, his mind a bit preoccupied as he concentrated on not coming. He did not want to disappoint Puck, but pretty soon he wouldn't have a choice. He moved a tiny bit so Puck wasn't touching his prostate with every movement.
Puck realized what Kurt had just done and moved that micron back so he was stroking Kurt's prostate with each thrust.
He leaned over Kurt's back, very close to his ear and said In a seductive low voice,"You can come now,"
The response was electric. Every fibre of Kurt's being was suddenly aware, suddenly on the edge awaiting further instructions. Kurt groaned loudly and started to reach for his cock. Puck saw what he was doing and said, "No. I will do that for you, relax and feel me, Kurt. Feel me inside you, Kurt, feel me own you."
Puck barely touched Kurt's engorged cock, ghosting his fingers down from the tip to the root and a bit firmer going back up before Kurt was spilling himself all over the bed in great spurts of milky semen accompanied by groaning and a high pitched, "Noah.....oh, Noah..." and although it had never been his goal, he felt himself on the edge, feeling Kurt all around him, squeezing and squeezing...his high clear voice calling his name and Noah came with a force he hadn't felt since high school.
They collapsed, utterly spent, lying still and just breathing to regain their ability to speak. Puck expertly turned Kurt in his arms, and laid down beside him. He held Kurt tightly to his chest, pinning his arms to his sides so he could not move away, and kissed the top of his head.
"There, Kurt, is that better, Babe?" Puck asked in his best dom voice, trained to give confidence and a feeling of absolute safety.
"Yes, Noah, yes. Thank you," Kurt said, in a daze of submission, barely able to hold his head up. Puck was worried at Kurt's lack of strength. In fact he looked less able to lift himself to a sitting position than Holly. Then he remembered his dom training: Kurt's strength would most likely return when he woke up in the morning, it wasn't instantaneous.
Puck leaned over to get a packet of wipes and quickly cleaned them up, then pulled back the blankets on the bed and maneuvered Kurt underneath. Puck had time now to think, Kurt would probably sleep until morning, he was so spent. The release of all that built-up stress must have been amazing for the poor man, but exhausting just the same. Puck was thankful that his new bride wasn't here in Lima yet and he had this opportunity, and he felt happy – he had no idea what they would have done for Kurt if he hadn't been available.
Puck had been a bit reluctant to come over and dom Kurt, but being without a real sub for the first time, it seemed like fate for him to do whatever he could to help. The mad rush he felt at domming someone so submissive was a healing balm for Puck, too. Just an added bonus of helping his friend.
It was late and Puck was kind of tired, too. He would not risk leaving Kurt to wake up by himself, so he settled down for the night. Kurt's children were being taken care of, so there was no reason for him to wake up early.
"Come close, baby, I'll keep you safe tonight," Puck said as he spooned Kurt to his chest, once more kissing him on the top of his head.
Kurt sighed in his sleep, a small content noise escaped from his throat as he snuggled in to Puck and relaxed all of his muscles.
#*#*#*#*#
Kurt woke up feeling strong. It was strange at first and thoughts of Santana came to him, but he felt a muscular arm wrapping around him, holding him close to a warm body and remembered he was with Noah Puckerman. His shoulder was cold where the blanket had shifted off of him during the night, and he pulled it back in place, making sure it covered Noah's shoulder as well. He snuggled back down in the warmth of Noah's naked body, thanking the fates for providing him with someone so perfect.
An hour later, Puck opened his eyes, feeling the warmth of Kurt curled next to him. He was still asleep, but had rolled over several times during the night. Each time he had settled back into Puck's arms with a contented sigh. It was intoxicating. Puck told himself that he would have to tread very carefully here, he didn't want to get in too deep, didn't want Kurt to become attached to him because that was not what this was about. Puck had a bride on the way and he was not gay. End of story.
"Kurt, how are you today?" he asked when he heard Kurt's breath become quicker, indicating that he was awake.
"Good, Noah, so good. Thank you, I was at the end of my rope, fading fast, but I guess you knew that. It was kind of you to help me," Kurt said, tentatively moving his thin arms around Puck's neck and leaning in to make contact with as much skin as possible. He kissed Puck's cheek, blushing and giving his friend a big smile.
"Kurt, I know you feel better, but you'll need to have around four or five more sessions to bring yourself up to strength. Today is Thursday, so I will be back on Saturday. Is that okay with you?" Puck asked, looking into Kurt's eyes for as long as Kurt allowed, which was only a handful of moments, not even a full minute.
"I know. Thank you, Noah, you're my best friend."
"It's early yet, I don't think even Burt is out of bed yet. Roll over and we can do it one more time before we go in for our morning showers. We can make this quick, I think," Puck told Kurt as he helped put him in position and took the tube of lubricant out of the bedside drawer.
Kurt moved to his hands and knees, ready to comply with anything Puck told him, knowing he had Kurt's best interest at heart. He was so grateful, he was almost in tears.
#*#*#*#*#
At the breakfast table an hour later, Kurt sat with Holly in his arms. He and Noah had showered, sharing another intimate moment before rinsing off and getting dressed for the day. Holly had just finished her bottle and was up on Kurt's shoulder for her after-meal burp. Quinn was making them all pancakes and Levi was sitting on his Uncle Noah's lap, explaining to him why it was that eating tiger shaped pancakes would now dissolve all tigers from his nightmares, a fact that Uncle Finn had told him last night. Kurt grinned at Finn, and Finn wore a relieved smile to see Kurt so relaxed. This might work for a while.
"Daddy, I heard you yelling last night, were you having a nightmare?" Levi asked, searching his father's eyes for any lingering fear.
"No, honey. I was just feeling good and decided to yell because I was happy," he told his son, not wanting to lie to him.
"Uncle Noah must have been feeling good, too, because I heard him yelling, too," Levi turned to look up at Puck. "Auntie Quinn told me you were busy and I musn't knock on the door when she found me in the hallway, but she took me away from your door and cuddled me with my Eeyore blanket and I fell asleep."
It was hard to say which man was redder in the face, but both bore it well, reassuring Levi that they had been doing grownup things and all was well.
"Oh, I know. You used to make the same yelling noise with Mama, but not as loud," Levi observed before going on, "I think Grandpa and I are going to the park today, is that okay, Daddy?"
"Of course it is, Levi. I can pack you a lunch if you like, you can help me," Kurt said, glancing at Puck long enough to see him puff out his chest and grin. Kurt rolled his eyes at the large man, then smiled. He was feeling so much better today, and he could attribute it to Puck's kind ministrations the night before.
Holly was asleep now, and Kurt rubbed his cheek against hers, very gently, and held her close. He loved his baby and wanted to do the best for her. Today he actually felt as if he had the strength to do it.
Comments
Just wow...Thank you for your response and thank you for putting my mind at ease, haha. I can't wait to see the Klaine of the story but all that with Puck and Kurt was like...wow. Makes me wonder really if Puck would do something like that in the show, haha. But Puck/Kurt is a pairing I think a lot of people liked before Kurt got his Blaine.Can't wait for more! :)
LOL. I like Puck with Kurt. too. I like Rachel with Puck. Maybe I just like Puck?? LOL When he sang "Beth" on the show he stole my heart. Oh, and "Sweet Caroline"? Ahhh. I'd say I'm a fangirl, but actually I'm not a girl, I'm a guy so....is there such a thing as fan-guying? No?Let's just say I'm a huge fan of Mark Salling.Thanks for all the positive vibes, this is becoming so much fun to write. There will be plenty more Blaine and Kurt, don't worry...
Woww I thought Blaine wouldv'e been his first man (which I can't wait to see how he fits into all this) but I guess Kurt needed it.