Yeah,Papa Bear Didn't Take It Too Well Either...
Title: Of Strutting Cheerleaders and Arabian Nights
Author: sazzy_kitten
Rating: NC-17
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Puck/Kurt, Finn/Rachel, Sue('s voice)
Genre: Romance
Warning: AU, smut, swearing, strippers, M-preg
Spoilers:... None?
Disclaimer: No. Just no.
Author Notes: For fatebegins. I was going to leave the M-preg out, but surprise! :D
Summary: Puck was hoping for spontaneous combustion. Just saying.
Word Count: 3368
Prompt: http://community.livejournal.com/glee_kink/6178.html?thread=1103906#t1103906
The Arabian outfits: http://www.measureformeasure.co.uk/Arabian-Nights-Fancy-Dress-Costume-Collection-3363 <--- Kurt's wearing a female one.
I
The big boys upstairs reserved him for the particularly rowdy crowds. The ones who wanted a sharp contrast of black fabric being peeled away from white skin, or red bitten lips and vulnerability as he swung and contorted his body around the pole. He was all about the presentation; always had been. A small, lithe morsel wrapped up in pretty clothes about to be removed.
He was the best they had to offer.
And it wasn't as though he had been forced into it or anything. Perfectly legal (twenty three years old) though he still looked like he did when he was sixteen, probably would until he was thirty. Brittany, a friend from collage, introduced him to the owner after they reconnected in a coffee shop and he mentioned his sadly overdue bills and pay less internship.
The Palace wasn't a bad place to work at all. Catering both to men and women, they had a Ladies Night (their straight male dancers like Mike, Matt, Will and a few other guys) dressed up in a plethora of new costumes (most made and designed by him, Mercedes and Britt), a Men's Night (Brittany, Santana, and Quinn took the spotlight), and what management liked to call 'Homosexual Happy Hour' (Sue's words, not his) where they were all sent out to cater to the gay population of New York City that chose to visit.
After one or two incidents though, you had to clarify whether or not you were gay, but now most of them didn't mind getting hit on.
Saturday nights were a mixer, with men and women spread through the rooms, some on stages on a couple in cages suspended about a meter away from the balconies. Servers were moving back and forth, bending low and flirting innocently. The music dimmed and Sue's voice boomed over the system, saying one word slowly and deliberately. Catching the audiences attention.
“Strut.”
Finn nudged Puck's side, leaning over to whisper in his ear. “What do you think they're going to do this time?”
“How should I know?” Puck asked back, shrugging. He took a long draw from his beer bottle, eyes moving over both mens and womens bodies. They were on the balcony with a clear view of the rest of the room and Rachel, in her cage, had paused in her spinning. Finn sent his girlfriend a dopey smile that she returned in full intensity. Puck shuddered.
She wasn't ugly or anything, not at all, but her personality tended to... overwhelm people.
Adam Lambert blared out of the stereos and the missing dancers strutting out onto the stage, dressed in skimpy cheer leader uniforms, stomachs exposed and skirts barely covering their hips. The women were also rocking knee high heeled boots fashion to resemble red and white converse. The moved into formation, waiting a beat. When the lyrics started it up, it was not the voice everyone expected.
I wanna start a revolution
A type of personal solution
We all have got our own pollution
It's all about the execution
The main group split, dropping to their knees and bowing their heads as a petite brunet moved past, dressed in a variation of the men's standard uniform, then sliding into a crouch and back onto their feet. A few girls in the back were hoisted up by the men and tossed diagonally to other partners.
You've got something to say,
Your hands are tied
Open your mouth, open it wide
Let the freedom begin
Get on the floor, just let it drop
Don't it feel good, don't it feel hot
Feel the fire within
They all dropped onto the floor, legs splayed and same sex partners separated, on standing and the other sliding down their bodies, staying on their knees. Puck's eyes were glued to the singer, on his knees in front of Matt. He barely noticed the girls hands sliding to unhook their partners skirts and throw them off stage.
I wanna see you strut, strut, strut
Come on walk for me
Strut, strut, strut
How you want to be
Everybody's looking for some love
But they don't know
How to let it all hang out
And that's why they're solo, solo, solo
Don't want to solo, solo, solo
Don't want to be solo
The brunet whipped off Matt's shirt, mimicked by everyone else in the formation, throwing it on the rapidly growing pile and running a hand down the defined chest and abdomen. Matt grabbed his hips and dipped him, making sure one pale thigh slipped between his legs. Then the singer was spun away, landing in a crouch and spreading his legs, hands resting on the inside of his exposed thighs.
We're a complicated nation
And now we're in a situation
Let's take a make-believe vacation
And get yourself some validation
Matt came back up behind him, grabbing his hands and crossing them above him at the wrist.
You got something to say, your hands are tied, open your mouth, open it wide
Let the freedom begin
Get on the floor, just let it drive, don't it feel good, don't it feel hot?
Feel the fire within
Bumping and grinding against each other (Brittany and Santana added in a little tongue action), trying not to slip on the money being thrown on stage, they all dropped to the ground, one behind. The person bringing up the rear grabbed the others ankle and brought up their legs.
I wanna see you strut, strut, strut, come on walk for me
Strut, strut, strut, how you wanna be
Everybody's looking for some love, but they don't know
How to let it all hang out and that's why they're solo
Swinging their partners up, they split into two groups, moving onto the two far sides of the stage, leaving the middle open for Brittany and Mike to cartwheel across.
Solo, solo, don't wanna be solo
Solo, solo, don't wanna be solo
Rejoining their partners, the men deftly removed each others snap pants, flinging them. Only the singer remained.
I'll be your mirror
Darling, let your hair down
Show me what you're working with
And let me see you
Puck kicked Finn under the table, distracting him from Rachel's long winded spiel about whatever. “Dude, who's the singer?”
Strut, strut
Strut, strut, how you wanna be
“Huh?” Finn looked at the man contorting his body on the stage, spitting out the sip he'd just taken from his drink. “Holy shit- Kurt?!”
Everybody's looking for some love, but they don't know
How to let it all hang out and that's why they're solo
Solo, solo, don't wanna be solo
Solo, solo, don't wanna be solo
Kurt jumped onto Matt, wrapping his legs around the broad waist and leaning back so he was facing the crowd again then snapping his upper body back into place. Matt lifted him off as they entered the last bit of the song.
Strut for me and show me what you're working with
Strut for me and show me what you're working with
Finn turned to Rachel as Kurt's voice dropped off and the dancers struck their final poses, mouth open and dumbfounded. “You knew he was working here and you didn't tell me?!”
Rachel blushed and shrugged. “It... never really came up.”
“But-”
“Dude,” Puck butted in, waving his arms. “Who is he?”
“You know my awesome step-dad I've been telling you about, right?” Puck nodded slowly, not sure what Burt had to do with anything. “Well, that's his biological son. The one who's supposed to be working as an intern for a really prestigious fashion company.
“Holy shit,” Puck snorted, gulping down another mouthful of (damn fine quality) beer. “So your step-brother is a stripper. A really hot one, who apparently doesn't take off his clothes during a number. Dammit.”
“Oh he takes his clothes off,” Rachel muttered, shifting in her cage to lean closer. “He's one of the highest paid dancers. Probably because of his flexibility.”
Puck paused with his beer half way to his mouth and raised an interested eyebrow. “Really now.”
II
After a brutal verbal beat down by Sue in the back room they were ordered to get back out there, pick up their clothes, and slip into the costumes that matched the actual theme for the night (Arabian Nights). Kurt was in the middle of changing into his costume (which was fashioned closer to the womens than the mens) when Rachel came in on her break to talk to him.
“So,” she started, helping him fasten the clasps in the back and correct a drape of fabric that had crossed with another, “I have a friend who's intrigued by you.”
“All right.” Kurt carefully applied the Kohl around his eyes, making sure he had thick even lines.
“And, as it's his birthday, I was wondering if you might... give him a lap dance?” The question at the end was unsure, and she knew exactly what she was asking.
“Rach, you know I don't give lap dances,” he pointed out, looking at her, unamused, from the mirror.
“I know, but I have a feeling you'll reconsider when you see him.” Hopeful brown eyes stared back. “Please? It's not like you have to sleep with him or anything.”
“I'll look at him first.” Kurt turned with a soft jingle of bells and put his hands on his hips. “So? How do I look?”
“Like the most effeminate male amongst us,” Rachel teased, laughing when he frowned and moved to smack her lightly. “I kid, I kid! You look sexy.”
“Here goes nothing.” Kurt straightened the headdress, making sure it couldn't catch on his chin and slide down his forehead. “Where is he, and what's his name?”
“His name's Puck. He's with... With Finn on the balcony...”
“Finn's-?!” Sighing, Kurt shrugged helplessly and moved out of the room. “Oh well, it was bound to happen sooner or later.
When he saw who it was that she wanted him to entertain, he thought maybe it wouldn't be so bad.
III
“Dude, no way, you can't have-”
“Puck?” A soft voice whispered in his ear, warm fingers touching his neck. “Would you follow me?”
“Kurt? What's going on?” Finn asked, looking painfully confused. Puck twisted in his seat, meeting the blue-green eyes of the singer (his best bro's step-brother. Weird). Kurt smiled at him and crooked a finger. “Kurt?”
“I'm borrowing your friend for a while, okay Finn? Rachel will be back shortly to amuse you.”
Ignoring any protests from Finn Puck followed the teal covered, swaying hips, a half hard erection already forming. Kurt pulled open a door, holding it for him, leaning against it in an extremely provocative manner before closing it after him.
“Sit,” he said softly, pointing to the plush, armless chair sitting in the middle of the room. “I won't bite unless you ask.”
Puck smirked, dropping into the chair and splaying his legs wide, letting curious eyes focus on the bulge in his pants. Soft music started up and Kurt unwrapped the head piece, dropping it onto the ground. His hips swayed seductively as he walked forward, slowly untying the dark teal ribbons holding the loose black sheer fabric on his arms and dropping those too. Sitting delicately on Puck's lap Kurt ran a finger down his cheek, ghosting his lips over Puck's as he ground down on the quickly growing erection in time to the music.
Puck leaned forward, turning the light touch into an actual kiss as he pushed his hips upwards. Kurt pulled away after a couple of seconds, leaning back until his hands laid flat against the floor, allowing Puck to continue thrusting and rubbing his dick against Kurt's ass. He also unclasped the top, shoving it off.
Grabbing on bare arm Puck lifted Kurt back up until their foreheads touched, then brought one leg up and over his shoulder, giving him a better angle to gyrate at.
“This was only supposed to be a lap dance,” Kurt panted, gently nuzzling against Puck's neck. “Asshole.”
“Yeah?” Puck asked, pushing one hand down the back of Kurt's pants and gently tapping his fingers against the puckered skin as the music died down and changed to another song. He fished in his pockets for the packet of lube, slicking his fingers then shoving them back down. He had Kurt prepped within minutes before he lifted the brunet and shimmied out of his pants.
“We are not having sex in this chair! Other people use it!” Kurt hissed, wiggling until he was out of Puck's grip. Puck huffed and him, jerking him back and onto his lap, rubbing his lubed and gloved cock between the pale cheeks.
“C'mon babe, we'll be careful,” he promised, kissing the soft skin of Kurt's shoulder, reaching down to rub his cock head against the prepared hole.
Kurt huffed but acquiesced when he felt Puck push in a bit. “Fine. But if I get in trouble for this, it's your fault, and you're sleeping on the couch for a month.”
Puck ignored him, shifting to the edge of the seat and gently bringing down Kurt's hips until he was fully impaled. He leaned back and crossed his arms under his head, watching as Kurt started off, bracing himself on Puck's spread knees.
Puck groaned low in his throat as Kurt's pace increased, fingers gripping tighter. There would be bruises, and Kurt would be pissed when he saw them, but they would be more than worth it. His hips began snapping up in time, until the friction ceased to be enough.
Kurt yelped as he was manhandled to the floor, forced to his knees.
“God dammit Noah! A little warning would be nice!” he grumbled, huffing at the sudden loss. Puck chuckled, kneeling behind him and lining up. Kurt waited impatiently for the reentry, shifting. “Well? What's-!”
Puck shoved his cock back into the used hole, reaching around to wrap his hand around Kurt's neglected erection and grinning when Kurt cut himself off with a long, drawn out moan. Puck firmly jerked Kurt off in time with his movements, slamming his dick into Kurt's prostate as hard as he was able.
Ten minutes of straight consecutive prostate stimulation had Kurt spilling hot cum over his hand with a hiccuped whimper, drops falling onto the floor.
“Y-you a-a-ass-hooole! You're cleaning that u-up!” Puck laughed, tossing his head in an attempt to keep the sweat accumulating on his forehead from getting into his eyes. He wrapped his arms tighter around Kurt's waist and leaned forward, sucking a large, dark hickey onto his shoulder blade, the sounds of skin slapping against skin mingling with their panting
Without warning Puck pulled out, yanked off the condom and spun Kurt around, teasing his lips with the leaking head of his penis, spreading cum on them. “Suck me babe?”
“You're a bastard, you know that?” Kurt demanded, rolling his eyes and griping the base, sighing when Puck grabbed his ass and shoved his fingers inside. Opening his mouth Kurt relaxed his throat and took Puck in inch by inch, bracing one hand on Puck's thigh and teasing the tight balls with the other. Once his nose was nudging the tanned skin of Puck's abdomen, tickled by the wiry pubic hair, he started to rock, pushing back against the probing fingers and forward to swallow the thick cock.
Once a firm rhythm was established Puck started to thrust his hips, forcing himself deeper into Kurt's mouth. It continued until he came, keeping the head in Kurt's mouth as he jerked a hand up and down the shaft of his penis, smirking as bits of cum escaped out the corner of Kurt's mouth, dribbling down his chin.
“You're so hot like this,” Puck murmured, reverently stroking his free hand over Kurt's hair.
“As soon as we get home you'll be in the same position,” Kurt said, licking up the spilled cum and sucking Puck's flaccid cock clean. “And it'll be the only position you get any in for a long time if you insist on finishing like that again anytime soon.”
“You like it.” Puck withdrew his fingers, helped Kurt up, then slid them back in, leisurely tongue and finger fucking him simultaneously.
“Mm, we should get back,” Kurt muttered, sucking Puck's tongue as he pulled away and leaning back in to nip at it gently, rotating his hips as his spent erection returned. “Before everyone gets suspicious.”
“How well do you think Finn would take it if he learned that not only is his brother a stripper, but he's also been screwing around with his best friend for the past five months in one night?” Puck asked, chuckling as they began rubbing their bodies together, humping each others thighs like desperate high school students.
“His head might explode, and that would be hard to explain to our parents,” Kurt said, shoving Puck onto the floor, back against the plush chair, and straddled his hips. He lined up his dick and pressed down, groaning when the hot flesh penetrated his puffy hole. “But it might be worth it to see his and Rachel's faces when we tell them.”
“Hell, I'm willing to show you off where ever we go,” Puck grunted, hands on Kurt's waist to help him bounce faster. “And it would be priceless if they walked in on us christening Finn's old bed at your parents house.”
“It's a deal then,” Kurt said breathlessly, laughing against Puck's mouth as they paused, clenching his muscles
“Yeah, it's a deal.”
Epilogue
“Wait- you- What?” Finn looked helplessly between the two of them, Kurt perched primly in Puck's lap and gently carding his fingers through the thick strip of hair. He pointed at Puck, stare accusing. “But you asked who he was!”
“Dude, that was just to freak you out,” Puck said, glancing up from where he was nibbling and sucking at the exposed skin of Kurt's shoulder. “You didn't know he worked here and it's funny to watch you freak out about stuff. You look constipated.”
“You're so charming Noah,” Kurt huffed, exasperated. Puck shrugged and grinned, flicking his tongue against Kurt's ear lobe.
Rachel, for once, was completely silent, watching the exchange with wide eyes.
“But- how long? And does Burt know about this?”
“For about a week now,” Kurt stated, tone nonchalant as he flicked a piece of lint off of his teal costume and straightened out some wrinkles that caught his eye. “We had to tell him as soon as we found out.”
“What? You told Burt already? And he didn't say anything to me?” Finn stared back and forth between them, mouth hanging open. “Wait, what? Found out what?”
Puck grinned, raising an eyebrow at Kurt who smiled and planted a loud, wet kiss on his mouth.
“I'm ready if you are,” Kurt whispered, brushing their noses together affectionately. When Puck nodded enthusiastically and kissed him again he braced himself and looked at Finn. “We thought that our parents should be the first to know they're going to be grandparents.”
Rachel gasped and squealed, jumping onto her feet and clapping. “I'm going to be an aunty?”
A loud thump could barely be heard over Kurt and Rachel's excited conversation.
“Hey, babe?” Puck poked Kurt's side to get his attention. “Finn fainted."