Chapter 32

Everyone has their own back story and their own kinks. Some may be very open about them, whereas others may feel embarrassed about them. It's the mutual job of the submissive and the Dominant to find out what the other likes as best they can.

Puck rolled over in his bed and felt around for Sam, groaning unhappily when he was met with cold sheets instead. A chuckle sounded near his ear and lips pressed to his temple as he smiled. He finally dragged his eyelids back to see Sebastian grinning down at him.

"Hey Bas." He sighed. "Where's Sam?"

"He went to go badger Kurt about something. Again." Sebastian shrugged, chuckling lightly as he sat on the bed. Puck sat up and leaned into him easily, curling his arms around his waist.

The two had become very close in the weeks since the mall incident. It had taken work, but they were better partners for it.

"So if Sammy's gone…" Puck trailed off suggestively. Sebastian laughed again and pushed Puck onto his back, holding his wrists above his head as he hovered over him.

"I think you're a sexaholic." He commented jokingly.

"Nah, I'm a badass sex shark." Puck insisted. "If I stop having sex, I die." He snorted.

"Well, we wouldn't want that would we?" Sebastian chuckled before his smile turned lusty and he pushed his hips into Puck's. The mohawked boy pulled at his wrists incessantly and let out a growly moan. Things progressed rapidly from there, until Sebastian was slamming into Puck, the boy moaning and letting random streams of words slip from his swollen lips.

It was one word that caught his attention.

It was one word that changed everything.

"Daddy." Puck whispered, his lips barely moving as Sebastian pounded harder into him. Sebastian's thrusts stuttered for a second, as he looked down at Puck with wide eyes.

"Noah. Noah, what did you just say?" Puck's face reddened even more than it already was, and his half lidded eyes shot open.

"I didn't say… I didn't say anything." His voice was quiet and nervous.

"You called me daddy, Noah." Sebastian couldn't believe it. Puck had a kink. He'd been so… average with sex before. Sure, he liked the usual dirty talk and grinding, like every other teenage boy. Even after Sebastian admitted his thing for shibari, Puck hadn't confessed to liking something outside of the norm. He'd grind his teeth every time Sebastian brought it up and say 'what's so bad with being normal, Seb?' and drop or change the subject.

And now, in the throes of passionate, amazing sex (if Sebastian might say so himself) Puck had called him daddy.

Puck's cheeks were still bright red after Sebastian pulled out and sat on his thighs and he began to crack his knuckles, something he did whenever he got nervous. Sebastian held his arms down to the bed.

"Its fine, Noah. I'm fine with that. Really."

"I thought maybe… I just… it seemed weird." He trailed off in a mumble, refusing to look him in the eye.

Sebastian thought over the name daddy for a second, his eyes skimming over Puck's head and focusing on his headboard. Daddy. It gave him a strong sense of respect and pressure. But he also felt strangely happy. He'd never called his dad daddy anyway, even as a child. It was always father or sir or sometimes dad, when he was fixing cars with him or playing catch. It was never daddy. Daddy was a name left for someone who was really loved, who was really cared about, who made and kept promises and who was always there.

"I like it, Noah. More than you probably think." Sebastian whispered, leaning down and kissing Puck.

"Really?" Puck whispered back, excitement leaking through in his voice.

"Really." Sebastian said back, his voice gravelly and low as he lowered himself into Puck again with more fervor and passion than before. Puck locked his ankles around his waist and moaned loudly as each thrust hit his prostate perfectly.

"Daddy…" he whimpered. Sebastian growled above him and thrust harder, nailing him into the bed. "Fuck me daddy!"

*break*

"Off with your head!" Kurt sang to himself, snickering and doing a somewhat butchered version of their routine from the football game. "D- dance dance dance till you're dead. O-off off off with your head!"

"It's close to midnight, and something evil's lurking in the dark." Kurt jumped when the voice sounded behind him, spinning to see a grinning Puck and Sam. "Under the moonlight, you see a sight that almost stops your heart." Puck continued, snickering and grabbing Kurt's hand, spinning him quickly and making the brunette dizzy. "You try to scream but terror takes the sound before you make it."

"Heads will roll!" Sam chimed in, doing a strange choppy dance move that Kurt didn't recognize.

"You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes. You're paralyzed! Cause this is thriller! Thriller night! And no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike. You know its thriller! Thriller night! You're fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller, tonight!"

"Darkness falls across the land. The midnight hour is close at hand. Creatures crawl in search of blood, to terrorize y'alls neighborhood. And though you fight to stay alive, your body starts to shiver. For no mere mortal can resist the evil of the thriller!" Kurt sang in a creepy low voice that had Puck and Sam staring at him curiously. He rolled his eyes, and nearly jumped out of his skin again when applause started behind them. All three snapped around to see most of the Warblers at the door, all of them grinning.

Sam blushed, Puck laughed, and Kurt did a little mock bow.

"Thank you, thank you." He laughed.

"What was that?" Nick asked curiously, throwing himself onto one of the couches. Jeff followed him and cuddled up into his side eagerly. "It was fucking awesome."

"We, um, at McKinley they asked us to do a halftime show and we did a mash up and it just kinda got stuck in my head." Kurt mumbled, blushing. "Where's Master?" he added, noticing that Blaine was absent.

"He and Sebastian skipped out on lunch to go pick something up. They'll be back before class starts." Nick assured. Sam and Puck frowned when their Dom's name was mentioned.

"What are they getting?" Sam asked curiously.

"I have no idea." Nick shrugged. The three looked at each other curiously but shrugged it off.

Blaine was back just before lunch ended, grinning like a fool and refusing to tell Kurt where he'd been. The five made their way to the one class they had together, art, and sat around their rectangular table, Kurt pouting and Sam and Puck snickering at him.

"Ok kids, I want you all to take out your sketch pads and draw the first thing you thought of this morning!" Mrs. Crow called. Sebastian, Sam, Puck and Blaine all got to work immediately, while Kurt chewed his lip and raised his hand.

"What if the first thing you thought isn't class appropriate?" he enquired, blushing lightly.

"We have no judgment in this class dear, I'm sure whatever it is fine. What was your first thought?" she badgered.

"Holy Prada, my ass hurts." Kurt said plainly, somehow managing to keep a straight face while the rest of the class burst out laughing. Mrs. Crow covered her face for a moment.

"Just draw what you had for breakfast." She mumbled before walking away, shaking her head.

"You're evil." Blaine commented, snickering.

"You're the one who insisted on have sex eighteen bazillion times." Kurt mumbled back.

"You didn't seem to be complaining!"

"Obviously you forget. My mouth was full quite a bit yesterday." Kurt snarked back, giggling when Blaine blushed.

"You two are weird." Puck commented. Sam mumbled something under his breath and Puck smacked him upside the head.

"What just happened?" Blaine asked, eyeing the two curiously.

"Noah has a newfound kink that he's embarrassed about." Sebastian chuckled lightly, not looking up from his pad.

"Oooh what is it?!" Kurt demanded, squirming in his chair.

"I'm not telling you!" Puck hissed, horrified. "It's bad enough they found out."

"Oh come on, I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours." Kurt coaxed. Puck groaned and let his head fall on the table.

"Daddy." Was all he said. Kurt looked confused for a moment before his eyes widened and he looked between Puck and Sebastian, one blushing like a fire truck and the other smirking like the cat that got the canary.

"Seriously?" he asked softly. Puck nodded. "I'm not judging, honestly, I just never thought you'd be into that." He clarified. Puck shrugged and leaned into Sebastian. Sebastian kissed him on the head comfortingly.

"Okay, spill." Puck urged a few minutes later. Kurt blushed brightly.

"pet play." Kurt muttered under his breath, staring intently at the bacon he was drawing.

"That's not sexy." Puck scoffed, rolling his eyes. Kurt leaned across the table and smacked him.