#1 BadAss in Advertising

24. Playah. Executive Coming Soon. A 1x1 Puckurt RP based on How to Lose a Guy in 10 days.

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First Date || Puckurt

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Kurt smiled politely at Puck. He couldn’t say he knew an awful lot about marketing, but it was interesting. In a way, it wasn’t that different to his career. It was all about using the right words, and as he thought of something to reply with, Kurt hoped that he’d chosen the right words to say, and it wouldn’t be too much. “I’m sure you’re already awesome at any campaign you do. I mean, so far I’m already sold.” It was a delicate balance between appearing very much interested, but not too much that it was suffocating, and Kurt felt he’d just achieved that.

"I like optimistic," Kurt said with a warm smile. He’d been worried that he’d struggle with conversation with Puck as he wasn’t interested in him himself, but he was surprised that despite a bump or two at first, it was coming very easily to him, which would bode well for the future. He chuckled at the musicals comment, and listened intently to what Puck was saying as he took another sip of his drink. He returned with a fake gasp of his own. "You? Rock concerts? I’d never have pegged you for being into that type of thing." Of course, people could be surprising but with the guitar and the motorcycle, it was a fairly logical assumption. "I’ll have to bear that in mind for next time, then."

And Kurt did indeed make a mental note of that. One of the potential items on his list was to force said “boyfriend” to go somewhere that would be unspeakable to him. Kurt couldn’t say that opera was something he vastly loved, but he could enjoy it, and if Puck would absolutely loathe it, then that would be perfect.

At that moment, their food arrived and after placing a napkin on his lap, Kurt started to cut into his salmon. ”So, when you’re not marketing, schmoozing or going to concerts, what do you do?”

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Puck chuckled a bit, smiling at Kurt's compliment. "Thanks man," he said, actually believing the guy. He didn't think there'd be a reason for Kurt to lie or anything, and well, it was nice to know he was showing his enthusiasm for his job. Cause he did love it. Most people he tried to date, didn't really understand that. And then they tried to compare him to that 50s show, Mad Men, which always annoyed him.

His smile again turned into a grin as Kurt faked being in surprise that he was into concerts. "I do gots a soft side, course, but that ain't quite first date talk," Puck teased. Not many people would guess he was into Shakespeare, and had a good collection of his plays and stuff. But that was also something he didn't like to bring up much since a lot of times, people were so shocked it was off putting. He was pretty happy how well the date was going, seeming to keep Kurt interested and all. He didn't think it'd take that much more to really get the guy on the hook, though harder without taking him to bed. But Puck did like challenges after all.

"Damn, this food looks real good," he said, licking his lips as he remembered his manners to put his napkin on his lap, just right after Kurt did. He took a bite of his food, moaning at how good it did taste before answering. He figured speaking the truth was the best bet, than his normal lines he used. "'Sides sleeping? Haha. Just the usual, guess, hang out with my buds, go out on the town when I'm single, bum around with my guitar and a notebook, oh and fight crime," he said seriously. Well, he couldn't help but throw that last bit in for fun.

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First Date || Puckurt

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"Really? That’s great, but would you believe I’m not exactly there yet? I mean, I’m a published writer which is the big dream, but I want to write about hard hitting topics that really impact people. Not fashion fads, oddly enough." Kurt didn’t really know why he was telling Puck that, as he tended to be rather guarded about his dreams. However, at the same time, he didn’t want anyone to think that his dream was writing essentially drivel for a lifestyle magazine. Not that there was anything wrong with that, per say, but it wasn’t what Kurt wanted to do with his life.

Kurt smiled across at Puck and nodded. “Oh you do, do you?” It was a very good thing that Puck was anticipating future dates and he was more than pleased about that, but Kurt couldn’t help but think that if this was a real date, that most likely would have been a turn off for him. Confidence was good, but you didn’t want to be too presumptuous on a first date. Who knew what would happen? ”It’s a good thing I didn’t order differently, then.” Kurt filed the information away for future reference. He wasn’t going to get personal with his future behavior, but he supposed it could come in useful for something.

"Do I look like a Green Day fan to you?” Kurt chuckled, and gestured to himself. Whilst he was familiar with one or two songs, he was very much a pop and show tunes kind of guy. “I love musicals, though,” he clarified. ”How about you? I can’t say you seem like much of a theater fan…”

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Puck smiled and nodded. He felt some relief at the fact that Kurt wasn't just into fashion and women's stuff, not that he minded but yeah. Even with girly chicks like that, it was hard to stay interested for a whiles. "That's cool, though, dreaming big and all. I like what I do, the kind of marketing, but yeah, I feel you. Wanna expand, wanna be the kind of person that could do any kind of campaign and be awesome at it," he said. It was so true since he was willing to go along with this bet. At least so far so good.

He nodded again. "Yeah I do. I know that can kinda come off creepy or something, but I just like to be optimistic," he said with a smile, feeling a bit relieved to seem like it didn't bother Kurt. "And not like I've already booked our next date or anything." He then laughed when Kurt gestured towards himself, and leaned back, giving a shrug. Kurt definitely didn't seem like a rocker kinda dude, but people could always surprise him. Guess it wouldn't be that easy for them to have the same tastes in music, but that was fine with him. 

"I wouldn't have guessed, you? Musicals?" Puck asked with a fake gasp and wink.  He took a sip of his drink and shook his head. "Not a big theater fan no. I mean, I like the uh, Disney based ones I guess. And I've been to one or two of 'em for schmoozing with clients. But I like rock concerts and music festivals. I'm pretty easy going long as you don't make me go to like an opera or something."

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First Date || Puckurt

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Kurt nodded at the accuracy of Puck’s words. “There’s never a dull day in the office; it’s pretty much always busy. The content gets chopped and changed all of the time, but it’s not so bad.” At least that was the case when Isabelle wasn’t turning down any idea Kurt had to write about real struggles, and not the first world struggles of choosing between tanning beds and self tanning. With any luck, though, after he’d finished with Puck, that would all be in the past. Kurt huffed a small laugh at the other man. He didn’t know what he’d done to deserve the perfect candidate for his column, but he certainly wasn’t going to complain. ”I spent most of the day thinking about tonight, too.” Another ounce of truth. “And you,” Kurt added with a smile, hoping that wouldn’t be too much, too soon.

"Oh," Kurt simply said, listening intently as Puck spoke. He didn’t really know how to respond to Puck’s admission in the slightest. Religion as a whole made him feel a little uneasy, and he had a lot of opinions about it. However, he did have the viewpoint that people can believe in whatever deity they want and he’d respect that. Kurt just preferred to believe in things a little more tangible. "Me? Oh, no. I suppose you could say I’m an atheist." In fact, that’s exactly what Kurt was but he thought that was a less harsh way of saying so. "But I’m not narrow-minded," he quickly added, not wanting to ruin the date and his chances at completing his column. Kurt took a nervous sip of his water, and then chuckled to himself. "I don’t think this is usually first date conversation material."

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"So where you're at now, that's like your dream job right?" he asked, smiling. "Nice that the two of us got into what we wanted so early in life haha, will make the rest just a breeze, even if it's so dang competitive." He vaguely remembered that the mag Kurt worked at was one of those women's lifestyle ones. He'd never read one all the way through, though occassionally flipped through one or two at his ma's house when he was on the john. Of course he wasn't going to admit that out loud. Puck breathed a small sigh of relief when he realized he didn't sound desperate. Especially since it seemed that Kurt was thinking of him too. Not that he needed the ego boost, but it certainly helped, and he smiled wide back at Kurt.

Puck nodded, not minding at all that Kurt wasn't religious. In fact, it was never an issue to him in the past in the few relationships he had attempted, though the chicks were usually some form of Christian. He gave a shrug. "Mmm, probably not, but eh not like I hide it. And since I see us having many dates, might as well get it outta the way, right?" The waitress came by with their drinks and Puck took a long sip of his beer. It was probably the only one he was going to have for the night, but he definitely needed it to keep from messing up. Or so he hoped. "Long as you don't like down a porkchop or bacon without telling me before we make out, we're good," he joked, wanting to ease up the tension a bit, knowing any talk of religion could be a downer. He slowly licked his lips and tried to change the subject. "So, you a Green Day fan? Or just into musicals?

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First Date || Puckurt

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Kurt was curious to learn exactly how early Puck had arrived at the restaurant for future reference, but he didn’t press it any further. He wasn’t supposed to start work on his column material just yet. It didn’t really matter, anyway. If Puck was always so preemptively punctual, Kurt knew he could spin that into something. “Oh, good,” he said with a smile, even though it wasn’t necessarily. “I’ve had a great day, actually, thank you. Busy working through plans for next issue’s work, but definitely productive.” It was true, but Puck didn’t need to know that said work would be all about him. A little white lie never hurt anyone. "How about you?"

Quickly glancing up at Puck and smiling, Kurt then look back down once again. “Mm, that does sound good,” Kurt said in agreement, continuing to glance through the menu. “But I think I might go with the seared salmon.” That sounded really good to Kurt, and as the waitress came over to them, that was exactly what he ordered, as well as remembering he wanted to stay well away from the alcohol. He needed to be aware of what he was doing, and he was technically on the job. "Kosher? You’re Jewish?" Kurt curiously asked once they were alone once again.

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Usually Puck was the sort to be either a few minutes on time or fashionably late, and rarely ever came as early as he did. But he figured with this, it'd be best to be at least on time, to not have a reason for Kurt to complain. He smiled, nodding, glad that Kurt had a good day at work, meaning the guy was in a good mood and should help make this date even better. "I can only imagine how busy it gets for mags. I've done print ads for magazines and it's crazy how often we gotta change the ad right before it goes to print," Puck said, doing his best to be engaging. "My day wasn't as productive, since I spent most of it thinking of you. And uh, tonight I mean," he sputtered, running a hand through his 'hawk, hoping he didn't come off as desperate or anything.

He cleared his throat and sipped at his water, and couldn't wait to get a beer in him at least. "Good choice," he said, to what Kurt planned onto getting, and Puck stuck with the lamb, resisting the urge to wink at the waitress. He was supposed to be working towards a monogamous relationship after all. He grinned at Kurt's question. "We all can't have Bab's nose," he teased, leaning back against the chair. "But yeah, I am. I ain't like fully Orthodox or fully practicing and all, but like to try and keep kosher when I can, and observe the high holy days and all. What about you?" he asked, suddenly worried that maybe the too-perfect Kurt was possibly anti-semitic or something.

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First Date || Puckurt

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"I’m sure it’s not the line that works," Kurt said with a grin. He knew Puck would get the implication that he was the reason why it worked which served his cause well. Of course, Kurt would honestly admit that Puck was an attractive man so obviously that had something to do with it, but actually using lines multiple times? That was certainly…. something. “I didn’t keep you waiting long, did I?” Kurt asked, still slightly annoyed that his idea hadn’t gone to plan, but on the other hand, he supposed it was a good thing. It showed that Puck was eager and very much into this, and that made things just that much easier for Kurt.

He smiled at the compliment as he settled back into his chair and quickly gave Puck’s ensemble a once over. “Thanks. You don’t look so bad yourself.” Accepting a breadstick, Kurt took a bite of it and found that his previous confidence had suddenly diminished as he wasn’t sure what else to say. It had been so long since he’d been on a date, and he was thankful that Puck decided to fill the brief lull. ”Well, good because I’m so hungry, I could eat the entire menu,” Kurt joked as he picked up the menu and began perusing it. He didn’t know what he was in the mood for, but he did know that he wasn’t going to be drinking. He didn’t want a repeat of last time. “Anything that’s caught your eye?”

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Puck grinned back. He was really liking how easy it was with Kurt, so far at least. And the guy kept up with him, quipping here and there. Usually when Puck had bedded 'twinks', they had rather annoying personalities. At least Kurt was interesting. And hot. And well, someone Puck definitely wouldn't mind falling for him. He had this in the bag, he was sure. "Well tech you're early," he said, as a way to not really answer how long he'd been waiting, almost embarrassed by how early he'd gotten to the restaurant. Puck didn't want to seem desperate. "So nah, not long. Had a good day so far?"

He tried not to look so smug at being complimented, something that his buddies had reminded him before he had shut off his phone. 'Chicks like confidence, not cockiness,' Sammy had texted and Puck had to remind he wasn't with a chick, but maybe it was the same. He chuckled. "Oh man, if I could eat the whole menu, I so would, but then we'd be here for hours and miss the concert," he said, smiling at Kurt before looking back down. "I'm a sucker for lamb so those bacon wrapped medalions look good. They even use turkey bacon so I can keep kosher if I wanted. You?"

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First Date || Puckurt

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Having spent the morning at work talking with Tina and Mercedes and planning out what exactly he should do on the first date with Puck, Kurt felt surprisingly confident. It wasn’t a real date, after all. The only pressure he had was to come away with some material to write about, and to follow the guidelines he and his friends had set. He couldn’t take things too far because that would just drive the man away and then he wouldn’t have anything to write a column about. Instead, they’d come to the conclusion that Kurt should gradually get clingier, crazier and more unbearable to be around. And so Kurt would spend the dinner portion of the date acting as he normally would, and then once they get to the theater, he’d throw one or two spanners in the works.

Dressed to impress, as always, Kurt arrived at the restaurant fifteen minutes early with the intention of getting there before Puck so he’d have some material to use in the future. However, as he followed the maître d’ towards the reserved table, his plan was thwarted as Puck was already there. Nevermind then. Kurt would just have to work with what he was given. ”Hey.” His hand trailed across Puck’s back as he walked past him, around to the other side of the table. “Is this seat taken?” Kurt asked with a smile as he gracefully shrugged his jacket off, placed it on the back of his chair and sat down opposite him.

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Puck had to turn his phone on silent as his buds were texting him constantly asking if Kurt had shown up yet, and what he was going to say and stupid advice that definitely wasn't going to work on another dude. "Dumbass heteros," he said with a chuckle, shaking his head. He hadn't noticed Kurt walking by the window, and when the  maître d’ arrived, Puck was surprised to see Kurt there. He smiled and almost stood up but then Kurt's hand was trailing across his back, and he couldn't help but shiver a little at that.

Man, this was going to be easier than he thought. Puck smiled wide in greeting. "You know, don't think I've ever had that line said to me before. Sure, I've said it plenty, but yeah. No wonder it always works," he joked. "Lookin' real good, uh, breadstick?" he offered, tipping the basket a little for Kurt to get at, feeling nervous again. "Been perusing the menu and everything looks delish, so feel free to get whatever."

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First Date || Puckurt

It'd been a long time since Puck felt nervous on a date. Probably because this was the first proper date he's had in a long time. The guys at work both encouraged him and ribbed him about the whole thing. Since this was his first time dating a guy publically and all. But they helped with the text messages, making sure Puck didn't sound like his normal ladykiller self. He thought he had sounded lame, but apparently it was enough to entice Kurt. Puck was lucky enough that Schue agreed to let him go early to prepare for the date.

He dressed a little nicer than the mixer, but layered it up so he could get more comfortable at the musical. Puck opted for a taxi than taking his motorcycle. That way the could be more intimate and Kurt wouldn't have to worry about his hair or safety. Not that Puck didn't ride safely. He got to Breadstix almost an hour early, and secured a great table along the window but far from the door. "Man, maybe I shoulda bought flowers or something," he wondered aloud, watching other couples in the restaurant interact. But he didn't think flowers were something dudes gave other dudes. Sure, Puck might have appreciated like a single rose for himself but a bouquet would've been ridic. He grabbed a breadstick and chewed on it while he looked over the menu, giving himself any distraction till Kurt showed up.

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Texts ✉ Puckurt

Kurt: I guess you did. I haven't heard much, but I hope it is.

Kurt: I'm sure. It'll be far easier, and at least this way, I won't get helmet hair. You managed to get sold out tickets, /and/ the last reservation? Sounds like you're having a very lucky week!

Puck: hey you didnt look half bad with helmet hair. =:P it only got lucky when you agreed to come along. ill see you there then!

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Texts ✉ Puckurt

Kurt: Food and a musical I haven't seen before? I think it's safe to say that I'm still interested.

Kurt: I'm a little out of the way, so why don't I just meet you there? Wherever there is.

Puck: damn then i got lucky in picking out a good one. i hear its awesome.

Puck: u sure? the restaurant's Breadstix, managed the last reservation

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Texts ✉ Puckurt

Kurt: Oh, really? And what show might that be?

Kurt: No, no. There's no pressure at all. That all sounds pretty perfect, actually. You can count me in.

Puck: American Idiot! The musical, hehe.

Puck: sweet! if still interested, show starts at 7.30 and i can pick u up round 5 for dinner?

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Texts ✉ Puckurt

Kurt: Hey yourself. Everything's been good for me. Really good, actually. I hope the same goes for you.

Kurt: I'd like that too, and it just so happens my week is pretty wide open so far! Did you have something in mind?

Puck: hells yeah. so good in fact i got tix to a sold out show. was wondering if u wanted to come with?

Puck: we could do like dinner before, concert and maybe like last time, have some drinks at my place to relax. =:)

Puck: or whatever u wanna do haha, no pressure.

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Texts ✉ Puckurt

Puck: hey kurt! hope everythings been well w you. =:)

Puck: was wondering if youd be free tomorrow night or the next? sure would like to see you again

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Above the Fold || Puckurt

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Of all the crazy bets and dares Puck’s accepted in his life, he was pretty positive this one was the most pleasurable and fun. He moaned loudly into the kiss as Kurt ground against him, enjoying the friction it caused and wishing they didn’t have so many layers of clothing on still. It was hard not to buck up and entice the man for some more, or take over and pin him to the couch. 

Puck barely heard what Kurt was saying. “Huh?” he asked, catching his breath as his hands slid down to the man’s waist. It took Kurt climbing off of him that Puck realized what he had said. “Oh, uh.. Yeah…” Puck didn’t bother trying to hid his erection or make himself look presentable again. He wanted Kurt to know what he was missing. He chuckled as Kurt slipped a business card into his shirt, and he grazed his own hand with Kurt’s. “Oh, I will,” he said huskily. Puck stood up and stole one more quick kiss before he lead Kurt back out the door. “In fact, I’ll text you in a few, so that way you can text me when you get home safely,” he said, smiling at the other man. He hoped that would show that he did care and that it was more than just wanting sex. “Night, Kurt.”

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Kurt found that he couldn’t stop himself from smiling at Puck’s comment. He’d done it. Puck was both interested and hooked. As well as surprisingly being somewhat of a gentlemen to care like that. It was rare to find people like that, Kurt had found. Although he hadn’t been so sure about him at first, Puck had definitely exceeded all of Kurt’s expectations of who he’d have to work with for his column, and continued to surprise him too. “Goodnight, Puck.” He still hoped that wasn’t his real name. Kurt leaned up to press one last kiss against Puck’s lips to completely seal the deal, before walking out of the apartment with a grin on his face.

Once Kurt was down the hallway from Puck’s apartment, he spared a couple of minutes to primp himself, not wanting to step out into public looking completely debauched. He wasn’t doing a walk of shame after all. As Kurt made his way out of the apartment building, and headed towards the subway station — it wasn’t the best idea so late at night, but it was better than trying to catch a cab — he felt his phone buzz with a text. He couldn’t help but almost feel sorry for Puck. From what Kurt could tell, he seemed like a great guy, but he needed him for his column. All Kurt could think was that within a few weeks, Puck was going to wish that he’d never met him.

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Above the Fold || Puckurt

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It was a little strange to think that at that moment, Kurt was making out with an admittedly very attractive guy solely for work. He was effectively getting paid to do this. Puck certainly knew what he was doing as he moved his hand along his chest, and Kurt couldn’t help but groan into the kiss. He experimentally ground his hips down ever so slightly, wanting a little bit of friction himself before deciding that was as far as he was going to take this. He couldn’t let things go too far, as tempting as it was, for fear of Puck losing interest.

"It’s getting late. I should probably get going," Kurt mumbled against Puck’s lips. He kissed the other man once more before pulling away and sitting up, climbing off of Puck’s lap. Kurt reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out one of his business cards, before placing it into Puck’s shirt pocket. "Call me," Kurt said with a smile. "I’d better hear from you. I know where you live, after all," he added in a joking and teasing manner, hoping that it came across that way. He didn’t want to appear crazy just yet.

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Of all the crazy bets and dares Puck's accepted in his life, he was pretty positive this one was the most pleasurable and fun. He moaned loudly into the kiss as Kurt ground against him, enjoying the friction it caused and wishing they didn't have so many layers of clothing on still. It was hard not to buck up and entice the man for some more, or take over and pin him to the couch. 

Puck barely heard what Kurt was saying. "Huh?" he asked, catching his breath as his hands slid down to the man's waist. It took Kurt climbing off of him that Puck realized what he had said. "Oh, uh.. Yeah..." Puck didn't bother trying to hid his erection or make himself look presentable again. He wanted Kurt to know what he was missing. He chuckled as Kurt slipped a business card into his shirt, and he grazed his own hand with Kurt's. "Oh, I will," he said huskily. Puck stood up and stole one more quick kiss before he lead Kurt back out the door. "In fact, I'll text you in a few, so that way you can text me when you get home safely," he said, smiling at the other man. He hoped that would show that he did care and that it was more than just wanting sex. "Night, Kurt."

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Above the Fold || Puckurt

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Kurt pulled back a little before making quick work of the buttons on Puck’s shirt as the man did the same to his, although not quite as speedily. Glancing down at Puck’s now bare chest, Kurt couldn’t deny that he liked what he saw. “No, that’s definitely not hurting anyone,” he said with a grin. Trailing his hands up Puck’s chest, Kurt pushed his shirt down over his shoulders and then continued to lightly push Puck backwards so he’d take the hint. Leaning over the other man a little, Kurt kissed him once again, and maneuvered himself so he was more or less straddling Puck’s lap. He could feel that Puck was hard, and he was certain the other man could feel the same of him.

A couch certainly wasn’t the best place for this, but Kurt didn’t want to imply anything by suggesting they took this to the bedroom. He felt he was already being forward enough, and he didn’t want to add to that, nor did he want to ruin the moment. They were already on the cusp of dangerous territory and Kurt refused to let things go too far as tempting as it was — and it was becoming increasingly tempting — and so he made a mental note. A few more minutes and then he’d leave, making sure to leave behind one of his business cards with his number on it, and hope that he’d done enough.

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He bit his lip as he briefly watched Kurt unbutton his shirt, not really needing to look at what he was doing to the other man, having practiced many a time before. Puck moaned at those soft hands against his heated skin and chuckled as he was pushed back. He quickly got comfortable on the couch, making sure there was enough room for Kurt to maneuver about however he wanted. "Mmm, damn..." he groaned, his hips quaking to buck up against that perfect ass. He wanted his hands everywhere, exploring Kurt's pale skin to grabbing his ass to freeing his dick. He knew the last part would probably not happen tonight, but he could easily imagine it now.

Puck figured he'd just liet Kurt take over this time, set the pace, do whatever he could to reassure the man that this wasn't a one night thing. "So sexy," he said as he licked his lips. Running a hand along Kurt's exposed chest, and flicking a nipple teasingly, Puck used the other rest against the back of Kurt's neck and pull him closer to him so they could kiss again.

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Above the Fold || Puckurt

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From the treatment Puck was giving his neck, Kurt had a feeling he’d be the talk of the office the following day. Tomorrow would definitely be a scarf day, he mused to himself. He was starting to discover that the longer he spent making out with Puck, the more he wanted it to continue, and Kurt was tempted to simply see where the evening took them. After all, Puck could possibly be gone within a week — depending how everything played out — but this column could be his breakout piece and Kurt couldn’t risk that.

Kurt hummed in agreement, and he actually was telling the truth. He was rather enjoying himself. Of course, the situation could be far better but at that precise moment, he could hardly complain. “Mm, of course I am,” Kurt breathily said, and he moved his head so he could catch Puck’s lips with his own. After a couple of minutes, Kurt trailed his lips along the other man’s stubbled jaw towards his ear. ”But, it could be improved,” he softly said into his ear, one of his hands moving from behind Puck’s neck to the front of his collar, fingers toying with the top button. Kurt didn’t want to give too much, but yet he also didn’t want to give too little. Sex was completely out of the question, but he didn’t see the harm in letting things go at least a little further.

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Honestly, Puck was content doing this all night, though he'd have preferred to move it to his bed and with less clothing. Sure, that'd raise temptation more but he liked being more comfortable when making out like teenagers. It would at least prove to his future lover that he was good in bed.

Puck felt a little better about himself when Kurt agreed he was enjoying himself, cause above all, Puck cared about his partner's wants and enjoyments. He smiled as Kurt moved up to kiss him again, enjoying the feel of the boy's soft lips against his. Puck was achingly hard already, but he ignored that, moaning as the other man moved along his jaw. "Y-yeah?" he asked, grinning as he realized what Kurt was hinting out. "Ooh, yeah, okay. A little skin won't hurt anybody," he said, running his hand up Kurt's front and going for his button, figuring it'd be hotter of they undid each other's shirts.

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Above the Fold || Puckurt

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Kurt wasn’t surprised in the slightest when Puck leaned back in and nipped at his lip. He was, however, pleased that his little concoction of a plan seemed to be working. The other man was slowly but surely becoming more and more hooked. Kurt just needed to play along with it for a little while longer for added surety, which, if he was being honest, wasn’t that hard to do. Puck certainly knew what he was doing, and it felt really good. As Puck’s lips moved along his jaw and towards his neck, licking and sucking along the way, Kurt found himself subconsciously moving towards the touch, without any thought to it, and tilting his neck to give the other man more access. “No, no,” he softly said. “There’s nothing wrong with that.”

Surprisingly, it was almost a shame that this wasn’t going to turn into a real hook-up of any sort because Puck was rather talented, and Kurt was beginning to struggle keeping his composure. Composure. He needed to keep his head in the game, and he couldn’t afford to get swept away in how good Puck was making him feel. Kurt had to do everything just right to keep him interested and hooked, and if he gave in and gave the other man too much… Well, the entire evening would be for nothing. Kurt figured there was nothing wrong with letting this go on for a little while longer, though, but if Puck’s hand dipped between his thighs, that would change. "Maybe… Maybe we don’t have to stop just yet…”

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It was becoming increasingly more difficult to hold back, to not give it his best and truly seduce the man. He really needed to learn to stop thinking with his dick all the time, but so far Kurt was funny and witty and nice looking and well, a damn good kisser. He also really enjoyed challenges like the fact that Kurt was a little reticient about doing more. Probably not wanting to seem like he was a slut or something, not that Puck would judge of course. But as he moved down to kiss and mark Kurt's neck, he smiled as Kurt considered it.

Of course he remembered the bet, but how could one have romance without sex, without chemistry? Definitely not the way he had loved in the past. The few times he had allowed himself to. This was nice and Puck's hands roamed, feeling the nice body that was hidden in Kurt's layers and he was tempted to tell the guy to relax and take some of those layers off. But instead, he just continued kissing and sucking and appreciating what Kurt would give him. "Nope, night's still young, and I'm enjoyin' myself. Are you?" he asked when he moved up to nip at Kurt's ear, hoping that the other man would reciprocate a little.