A Little Fun

A/N: Beta'd by Leeana 69, who also gave me the idea for the outfit. She also happens to be the one to direct me into the world of Glee... so.. Yeah. This is my first fic for this show, there may be a little OOC ness.

Warnings: m/m smut. a little bit of dirty talk, Kurt in a skirt. Don't like, don't read.

Kurt set his book bag aside, checking the clock. His dad wasn’t due home for another hour, at least, it was Friday, and those muscle magazines Ms Rhodes had given him last week were calling his name. It had been too long since he’d gotten his hands on fresh stuff, and his teenaged body was begging for some personal attention. And without a boyfriend, well, that meant he needed to satisfy himself. He closed and locked his bedroom door- just in case- and knelt to pull a stylish wooden box with a small dial lock on it from under his bed. It was about the size of three ring binder, several inches deep. It took seconds to open the lock and lid, then he fished for which magazine to drool over. There was one with a picture of a guy that looked somewhat like Finn on the front, but he had a short, spiky mohawk that look like Puck’s, only spikier. Kurt let his eyes wander over the picture, accessing whether he’d stick with this one or have to hunt further. It was the note and number on the bottom of the page that did it, and he peeled the magazine open to find the same model posing on several more pages further in. He propped the book open against the box he’d kept it in, stuffed a pillow under his head, and let himself fall into the daydream.

When he was finally clear-headed, Kurt put away his indulgences, tucking away the magazines for another day. It had been fun, even temporarily satisfying, but he really craved for the real thing. Only, he knew it wasn’t likely to happen. Finn, his long time crush, was dealing with his pregnant girlfriend; Puck, who’d become a more recent fascination since joining the football team, was a well known player. He chased skirt like it was ice cream melting in the middle of summer. Oh, Kurt knew that his crush on either of them were more about lust than anything else- his treatment at the hands of the jocks had long since crushed any real affection for them- but he couldn’t help it. Both boys had hot bodies that were his type. But, reality check- it’d never happen. Not in a million years.

He spent the rest of his weekend smiling through an onset of moodiness that sourced straight from his rising sexual frustrations. Monday morning he woke up, glaring moodily at the extensive contents of his closet. He wanted to dress up. He needed it, craved it. Fuck everyone and their damn opinion. He pulled out his most daring outfit- a skirt made of black material that was nearly a size too small for him, zippers up the side that when opened revealed a red and black plaid underneath. The waistband was decorated with those square silver studs in double rows. A tight, sleeveless shirt that hugged his chest, in crimson silk, and thigh high boots that could only be called ‘fuck- me’ boots. He slid on a pair of what the girls called ‘boy shorts’, soft black material with ruffles covering from his groin to his ass. Then the skirt, it was short on him, making his legs seem even longer than they were. The boots, the shirt… then he grabbed his small make- up kit (not that he’d EVER admit having one, to anyone) and his bad boy jacket. Black leather with zipper at the cuffs and elbows, a flat collar line, and just the right fit. It complimented the skirt perfectly.

He bypassed the group of jocks waiting near the dumpster by being nearly late, applying a light lip gloss, and a few small high lights to his face, and then rushing casually to the doors right as the warning bell rang. He made it to class with barely a minute to spare. And oh my, the looks he got as he walked into the classroom. Most of the students either ignored him or had gotten used to his wearing non- typical clothes periodically. But this, this wasn’t something to ignore. He gave his best chilly glare to those who were looking at him with disdain, then took his seat.

The day passed pretty much the same way, odd looks, open stares, and lots of comments, most audible but not directed his way. And he walked in a haze of it all, watching only the reactions from certain people. And his two men- oh, did they look. He caught Puck staring several times during lunch, and Finn kept giving him odd sidelong glances during Spanish class. Finally, Glee club came around and he sashayed into the room, oblivious to everyone. He offered a smile to Rachel and Mercedes, while blatantly ignoring the attitudes from the Cheerios. He wasn’t dressed up to impress the sluts of the school, after all. He was looking for better game. Throughout the period, various mishaps kept occurring, often caused by either one or even both, Finn and Puck, stepping out of line, completely missing steps, and simply not watching where they were going. And Kurt hid his grin, shaking his body a little more than necessary for the moves. When the class period was over, nearly everyone else was cranky, storming out of the room, a few tossing burning remarks at the clumsiness of the two jocks.

“Hummel, don’t forget practice.” Kurt looked up as Puck called across the room, clearly ready to leave. Kurt suppressed another grin- there was no football practice scheduled for this afternoon. There wasn’t even a meeting. “I’ll be right there.” His soft, nearly feminine voice betrayed nothing, but his clothes hid the shiver trailing up his spine. Walking into the locker room could have two potential outcomes. The jocks could gang up on him, proving their point of hating him and his nature, or he was going to find out exactly if his daydreams, even a small part of them, could come true.

He walked out of the choir room confidently, cool mask in place. No one would guess that he was on his way to possibly one of the biggest happenings in his high school years. The anticipation marched goosebumps up his arms under the warm leather jacket.


He got to the locker room in time to hear two male voices arguing, low, behind a row of lockers. He slipped in, quiet, quickly recognizing both of the voices. Puck and Finn. Both were here, but were they waiting for him? Or was there something else going on? He stopped and listened in on the other side of the lockers, wondering if he should run before it was too late.

“You can’t tell me that outfit didn’t drive you nuts, Finn. It’s worse than the Cheerios’ outfits. You stared as much or more than I did, not that I’d ever admit it.”

“But it’s Kurt. He’s always wearing things that are just, totally gay, girlish, or just…” Finn hesitated, searching for the right word.

“Dude, he’s into designer clothes and can be prissy as hell. But I’m not passing up today’s slutty outfit. He wants to dress like some cock- hungry bitch, then he’s going to get it.” There was a metallic thump, like a locker had just been punched. “You can join, or take off. Just don’t talk if you leave.”

Kurt had heard enough. He was nearly drooling, just listening to the conversation. So Puck planned to fuck him, who was he to care over the reasons why? He wanted it. And if he could have Finn as well… He left his things on one of the benches and circled around the end of the lockers, coming into view of the two arguing jocks. Finn looked nervous; Puck just looked smug, and faintly annoyed. “I know there’s no practice, Noah. Did you want to talk to me?”

“Not exactly.” Puck strode forward, getting rather well into Kurt’s personal space. “I was thinking of things other than talking, Hummel.” His confident aura seeped in the air, and Kurt felt his knees going weak, but he was determined not to give in quite that easily. “Like what?” His voice was slightly breathy, somehow accentuating his soft tone. The cocky smirk he got in return ran straight to his toes and flashed back up to his groin. He was getting a lot of blood flow under those frilly underwear, and they weren’t particularly conductive to an erection. In fact, they were snug enough that he could feel himself wanting to pulse against the material but not being able to do any more than that, not having enough space to grow. And then Puck was moving, using his body like he did in football to shove Kurt back against the wall and grind his own jean covered erection against Kurt’s stomach.

“I was thinking more like bending that skirt covered ass over a bench and fucking your slutty body until you’re a puddle on the floor.” His usual olive green-brown eyes had darkened to a rich amber, and Kurt couldn’t help but want to melt at the amount of lust he felt. He liked Puck’s bossy streak, at least in this situation.

“And what makes you think I’ll let you anywhere near my ass, Noah Puckerman?” Just a little cool, not so cold as to try and actually ward him off. But he did have an image to uphold. A fierce grin was his only warning before Puck grabbed his wrists and whirled him around, hips planting into his hips and lower back, pinning him fully against the wall.

Two sounds drowned each other out in the locker room that instant. Finn called out for Puck to wait, stop, while Kurt let loose a moan that sounds incredibly hot and needy. The sound arrested the nearly resistant teen, making Finn look twice at the skirt and leather clad body. Oh yeah, Kurt wanted it, and Finn couldn’t quite deny that sound was hot, and since he’d still not gotten any from Quinn… He groaned and resigned his thoughts to later. He wanted to fuck, not just come randomly. “Puck, turn around. Both of you.”

The bulky football player rolled his body around, his back against the wall and Kurt propped up by the hold on his wrists, skirt flaring in the front. Then Puck let go of the gleek’s wrists, shoving him forward slightly, making the boy stumble on his boots. “Jacket, off. Then bend over and brace your hands against the bench.” Kurt eased out of the leather jacket, being an image of seduction, wanting what was coming. He could see Finn giving in, and he sashayed the foot or two to the bench, giving his long time crush a wink before bending just far enough to set his fingertips against the bench. It caused his skirt to ride out a little in the back, and he knew he was nearly flashing his underwear. But he kept his flushed face toward Finn as he felt Puck approach him from behind.

“I told you. Look at him, he hasn’t complained once. And the moan sounded like a hungry bitch, not a man. Is that what we treat you as, Hummel? A cock- hungry bitch in heat?”

Kurt whirled his head to look over his shoulder. As much as the dirty talk turned him on, he couldn’t just let the comments slide. Right? “I’m not a bitch, you Neanderthal. I just have needs like any other self respecting teenaged human.” A frown crossed his face as he glowered there, still bent over the damn bench. “And I’m Kurt. Hummel is my dad.”

“Actually, you’re whatever we want.” Puck stepped forward, lightly slapping Kurt’s skirt clad rear. It wasn’t nearly enough to sting, much less hurt, but it incited a squeak from the bent teen. “Well, what have we here?” The large hands flipped the back of the skirt up, revealing the black lacy underwear, snug across the toned cheeks and nearly climbing up the crack in a would-be wedgie. “Girl’s lace, Finn. Black lace.” In front of Kurt, Finn turned an impossible shade of red, apparently imagining the picture and quite possibly failing. Kurt noticed and smiled slightly. It was going to take a bit of work to loosen the other jock up.

“Finn, come here.” The jock’s gaze came up to look at Kurt, who smiled and kept speaking in that soft voice. “Relax, okay? It’s okay if you have to close your eyes and imagine it’s Quinn. I won’t be offended.” Okay, he may walk out with a slightly injured pride, but that wasn’t nothing he couldn’t handle. Now if he could get Finn to just get over here. “Jut come sit down, okay?” He pointed a finger to the bench in front of him, and slowly the jock stepped forward and sat down. “Good, now just- Aaahh!”

Finn watched in shock as Kurt suddenly cut off, his voice hitting a high moan that put most of the girls he’d heard to shame. The boy was thrashing, eyes rolling back as Puck did something behind him. Then Kurt collapsed, catching himself on his open palms against the bench he’d previously been so delicately propping himself on. “Cheater,” he hissed over his shoulder.

“I can’t believe you had this…” Puck lifts his hand, revealing something in it that was vaguely like something that should have been hidden away in a girl’s drawer somewhere. Puck had it dangling from two fingers, barely touching it. A very pale pink butt plug. “Where the fuck did you get something like this?”

Kurt stood up, his skirt falling back into place but not covering his underwear, now gripping around his thighs. “If you’re just going to stand there and make fun of me, I’m leaving.” He turned, ready to grab his jacket with one hand as the other futilely attempted to pull his underwear back up- a challenging task one handed no matter his state of arousal. A hand grabbed his shoulder hard, turning him back toward the bench and pushing him, much less gently than before. “Go suck Fin off, while I figure what to do with this.. thing.”

“You better at least wrap that in paper towels before it touches any of my stuff, Noah!!” Gods, jocks. Idiots. But then, Puck tended to be a bit of a jerk. But Finn… oh, Finn didn’t need to be ignored. Kurt swung his legs over the side of the bench, sliding to his knees in those killer boots. Finn looked spooked, a little, snapping back to reality a bit too much for Kurt’s preferences. He smiled cheekily up at the now- pale jock. “Close yours eyes. I won’t bite.” His hands dipped into the top of Finn’s jeans, quickly working them open and drawing out his “prize” for the afternoon. Finn was half-hard, just stiff enough to not be limp but nowhere near a full erection. Kurt whimpered, feeling the drool gathering in his mouth before he’d even taken a taste. Then he dived, mouth working over the flesh until it started hardening, then flicking his tongue at a rapid pace until he heard a moan coming from above. Once it was firm enough, Kurt began sucking in earnest, bobbing his head and getting lost in the rhythm he’d needed to bury himself in for so long.

It took him a moment to register that Puck had finally returned, in fact, it was the hand shoving his skirt back up that brought him up off the jock he was currently enjoying. It took a moment for the words to sink in, though.

“-suming with that thing you had in, you’re ready for this?” Puck’s voice had gone gravelly, and there was the slight sensation of something moist against Kurt’s skin. Kurt nodded. “Just do it, now.” He shoved his mouth back over Finn right before blunt pressure came from behind, then he was moaning in mixed pleasure and slight pain as Puck slid inside.

“Such a slut, Hummel, wearing stuff like this to school and flaunting it in everyone’s faces.” A hard thrust, and Kurt couldn’t help moaning around his mouthful. He needed this... and then Puck started moving fast, but damnit, it wasn’t quite… Kurt tilted his hips slightly, and again, then on one of the thrusts it hit that spot, and Kurt dug his fingers into Finn’s pants. His throat choked up around the tip of the dick he was sucking, a whine filling his mouth as he shuddered through the intensity.

Apparently, it was enough sensation that it tipped Finn over the edge, and the first blast had Kurt coming up, coughing, his face getting covered in sprays of cum. He paused for a long moment, enjoying the feel of Puck still moving in him, then ducked back down. The taste in his mouth wasn’t bad at all, and as Puck continued to pummel into him, finally managing to at least semi-regularly move against his prostate, he set to licking Finn clean. A hand wrapped into his hair when he was nearly done, yanking his head up, and that was the last Kurt needed to come himself, soaking the inside of the front of his skirt.

Kurt found himself being turned around again, and he opened his eyes just in time to see Puck’s cock in hand, just to close them as he realized the jock was adding to the mess on his face. When the hand came out of his hair, he brought his hands up, wiped out his eyes, then glared up at Puck. “Don’t ever do that again. Do you know how dirty that is?” he hissed. “You don’t do that after being there, you imbecile!”

Puck merely smirked, tucking himself away and nodded to Finn. “Clean up and let’s get out of here. And Kurt, watch what you wear from now on.”

Kurt glared as the two jocks left, Finn just a little slower than Puck. Sure, he’d enjoyed it, and hell, he might do it again- though next time there’d be rules. He sighed, reaching down to straighten his clothing, then shrieked.

His silk shirt was ruined.

Glaring at the mess, he shrugged and peeled the shirt off. If the guys wanted him to watch what he wore, maybe it was time to make the rules even less teasing, and more tormenting. He wiped down the inside of the skirt, set his underwear back on, and stalked out of the locker room, dressed in boots, skirt, and jacket.

Now let that be a statement.

_____ End____


PS : I may or may not add chapters to this, oneshots or loose "sequels" to the idea. Not sure yet. Please R&R.