stripper!kurt

Kurt "Angel" Hummel. Exotic Dancer. If you're here, you probably already know who I am. Star Twink at New Directions Exotic Dancers. That's all you need to know. [Puckurt 1x1 AU]

[poursomesugaronkurt]

cool drink of water, such a sweet surprise.

[poursomesugaronkurt]

yourfavoritepuckboy:

Puck was quiet as he listened to the other man talking about what life was like in Kansas and why he decided to leave and come to New York instead. He glanced over at Angel and then down to his coffee, feeling a bit uneasy as the man gave him so much information. He didn’t mind, but it definitely caught him off guard considering he really didn’t know much about him at all prior to tonight, other than what he did for work and that he was a student. He wasn’t entirely sure how to respond to all of it, taking a second to process it all before Angel started to apologize for saying so much at once.

“Don’t be sorry. It’s seriously fine,” he told him, looking up at him again. “I don’t blame you for leaving. I’d wanna get out of a place like that too. I hope New York has been better for you.” He shrugged lightly, wondering if the dreams Angel had of New York ended up coming true, or if they ever would. He genuinely hoped that they would.

When asked why he left Philadelphia, the answer came to him immediately, but he waited a moment before responding. “To get away from my dad,” he explained and just shook his head. “But I guess I didn’t go far enough. I should have moved to California or something instead.” Realistically Puck knew that he couldn’t actually leave his dad completely unless he wanted to be totally cut off from his money, but sometimes he wished he’d never known what it was like to have so much wealth at his disposal. It would probably be a lot easier.

“I can’t actually get away from my dad. I mean with the company and everything.. it’s my destiny I guess. He still lives in Philly but he’s here a lot now. Basically every structure built here in the last 8 years has been from us.” Puck ran his thumb along the edge of his paper placemat, rolling his eyes when he spotted a Puckerman Construction advertisement on it. He just ripped around the square shape of the ad and pulled it off, folding it in half and setting his coffee mug on top of it.

“I’m grateful for the opportunities I’ve had and everything. I’m lucky and everything. I’ve never had to worry about paying for anything and I’ve never had to live uncomfortably.” He always felt guilty for complaining about it, but he couldn’t help it. “But sometimes I just wish I could be someone else. Anyone else. Anywhere else.” He looked down at the table and then over at Angel again, a little surprised that he’d said so much, but he didn’t have anyone to talk to about this kind of thing.

“It has,” Kurt said simply. He laughed quietly as he thought about how it looked to Noah, though. Like he was some poor farm boy with big dreams that had to resort to getting tips on a pole. Yeah, there was some truth to that, but Kurt had also always known he’d need to save money and budget and work hard. Kurt was a bit starry eyed, but he wasn’t some naive farm boy, either. “It probably doesn’t seem that way to you, but it has.”

Kurt watched Noah curiously as he explained himself. Really, all Kurt knew about Noah was that he was an heir to a huge company, hence his ridiculously generous tips, and that his dad wouldn’t accept his sexuality. Or at least Noah believed that. That was something Kurt couldn’t relate to at all; his dad was always so supportive of him, more so than Kurt could ever dream. It was kind of crazy how supportive he was, truly, since no one would expect that from a good ol’ boy like Burt Hummel. 

He also couldn’t imagine having the money and luxury Noah had. It was such a foreign concept to him nowadays. Growing up he was always fed well and probably had more spending money than the average teenager should have, but living in Kansas versus living in New York was a very different thing. Even Puckerman Construction wouldn’t be able to afford all the land the Hummels had back in Kansas just from property demand. 

Kurt stayed silent for a while, since he really wasn’t sure what he should say back. Finally, he said, “I’m sorry. It must suck having a family you don’t get along with very well.” He bit his lip, since he was pretty sure telling Noah that he had a great family relationship wouldn’t help. 

“I’m glad you recognize you’re lucky, at least. You said earlier how you wish you could give me more than you do, but...I don’t know how you could. I’m not kidding when I say, you know, I’ve finally been able to turn my heat up as high as I want this winter. I’ve paid back extra money on my student loans. Like, it might be enough to not have any by the time I graduate,” Kurt said. He laughed in shock at that though and ran a hand through his hair. “I’m still amazed at that. Seeing as I have no idea if I’ll be able to get a job in my field, especially not my dream job, it’s nice to know that I at least won’t have loans to worry about forever.”

Kurt stopped as the waitress came over with their food. Kurt’s stomach growled at the sight of his food, but it was especially longing for Noah’s hash browns. “This looks delicious, thank you,” Kurt told their waitress before they left. He poured some syrup onto the side of his plate and then pushed the bottle over to Noah. “Don’t let me put anymore on this,” Kurt told him sternly before taking a small piece, dipping it in the syrup, and eating it with a soft moan. “This was so needed; thank you for inviting me out.”

[poursomesugaronkurt]

cool drink of water, such a sweet surprise.

[poursomesugaronkurt]

yourfavoritepuckboy:

Puck couldn’t help but smirk a little as Angel reacted to Kutztown. It was such common knowledge to him that the he forgot that other people didn’t know what it was. “It’s in Pennsylvania. I’m from Philly. It’s sort of near there,” he explained and just shook his head. He couldn’t look away from Angel as he spoke, just wanting to watch everything he did. Just the simplest things like how he wrinkled his nose or how he looked off to the side as he spoke were so entrancing to Puck.

It seemed like Angel was expecting him to solve some kind of puzzle as he spoke so slowly, like he was waiting for him to suddenly understand. Even when he finally spelled it out and said that he was from Kansas, it still took a second to compute. Puck had never met anyone from Kansas before. It just seemed like the most random place ever, and if someone told him that nobody actually lived there, he’d probably believe it. Puck had been born and raised in a big city and then relocated to an even bigger one. It was easy to get wrapped up in your own reality and forget that not everybody had the same one.

For someone who didn’t like sports, Angel sure knew a lot about them. Unfortunately Puck couldn’t really follow along with what he assumed was Kansas-area lingo. He just nodded slowly. “I’ve never met anybody from Kansas in my life,” he admitted. “Why are you here? I’m assuming this is like, the total opposite of there.” He found it hard to believe that the other guy would move the whole way across the country to do what he was doing now.

Puck leaned forward to unzip his jacket and pulled it off, setting it next to him in the booth. He looked down to adjust his shirt when he noticed a few blood splatters across the front of his button up. That was pretty disgusting. Hoping Angel didn’t notice it, he quickly unbuttoned that shirt and set it aside as well, leaving himself in just a light grey v-neck t-shirt.

Kurt sighed and looked at his water. While Noah telling him where he was from wasn’t a big deal, since he was his customer and all, Kurt was worried bringing up where he was from would just ruin the illusion for Noah. Maybe he should’ve made some elaborate backstory about where “Angel” was from, but it seemed pathetic to spend time creating a story for his stripper persona. Even the words stripper persona made him cringe at himself.

“Well, you’ve met me,” Kurt said with a small shrug. Honestly, he wasn’t sure he believed that; they lived in such a large city that was the biggest melting pot in the world, and Noah had literally never met a person from Kansas. “You’ve probably met someone from Kansas who just didn’t say it,” Kurt added. He looked down at his water and stirred his straw around, watching the ice bounce against each other. As Noah asked why he moved there, Kurt just kept staring at his drink. There was no good way to explain it to Noah, since, logically, moving out to New York was such a stupid thing to do.

“Because it was always my dream,” Kurt said softly. He paused for a moment before letting out a sigh. “It’s not like I dreamt of doing this. I mean, I already told you I’m a student. I just grew up obviously gay in a small town in a red state. I didn’t even have the luxury of being near KU or anything -- Lawrence is such a liberal town. I lived in a town dominated by super churches, one of which helped lead a political campaign to try to ban same-sex marriage." Kurt’s throat clenched at the memory of people at school talking about that before he was out, and how sick he felt that day. All he wanted to do was find some way to be normal, and he repressed the hell out of his feelings for years in an attempt that almost killed him. 

Kurt looked up as Noah unzipped his shirt, his eyes soon darting away as he saw the blood on his shirt. He winced, his mind’s eye bringing back memories of him being shoved against lockers and cornered in gym class. He brought a hand up to the small scar on his neck, the one that still had some coverup on it in an attempt to hide it from his customers. He gently rubbed it before dropping his hand as he simply said, “I wasn’t happy there; there’s a reason I don’t like violence, you know. So I applied to colleges in New York and I sold my car, took out loans, started a budget, and all of the usual stuff. Did some waiter jobs, tailor jobs, bartending. Then I got asked to audition after bartending at ND and...well. That’s it. School and work are kind of my only things.” Kurt didn’t really regret his move, but he regretted how little money he left with and how far he was from his dad and, well, he regretted having to take a job like the one he had just to keep his lights on. The logical answer would’ve been to earn some money at home for a year and take classes at the local community college to get some credits before moving, but Kurt had always been an idealist who loved the mere concept of the city. Even living with a limited budget was worth it in the city he loved. And even after a night like he had, Kurt couldn’t truly hate his job as much as the title made him.

“Sorry. That was definitely more than you wanted to know,” he said. Kurt was sure there was no way Noah would want to come back to see him after unloading all of that on him, and it was sad because that was definitely the short version of his story. “Why did you leave Philadelphia?”

[poursomesugaronkurt]

cool drink of water, such a sweet surprise.

[poursomesugaronkurt]

yourfavoritepuckboy:

Puck smirked, glancing at the other man for a moment. He knew that he was always complimenting him any time he did anything, but he was serious about it every time. There was just something about him that was so hypnotizing; Puck couldn’t help but be amazed. “Yeah, but I’m just being honest,” he explained as he tightened his hold on the steering wheel. “You don’t give yourself enough credit. That cartwheel was awesome, but you don’t even have to do that much because that’s how good you are.” Part of him wanted to say that he’d never been so attracted to someone in his life, so that helped with his constant amazement, but he decided to keep that to himself.

“No. He interrupted the show the second he started reaching toward you,” Puck said firmly. He didn’t understand how the show was just supposed to go on after that. If he hadn’t knocked him out, he was pretty sure security would have just let it slide which was totally fucked up. Not that any of the dancers deserved to be groped, but Angel was by far their best and they knew that – they should go out of their way to take care of him. “At least it won’t happen again though. Anybody who values their face should keep their hands to themselves from now on.”

As hard as he was trying to not stare at the man across from him, it wasn’t easy. Puck was still processing the fact that they were here together, and also trying to figure out who “they” were. Was this guy Angel right now? Or was he who he really was? Puck was sort of scared to find out. And he wasn’t even sure who he was right now. Or ever.

Fortunately the waitress gave him something to distract himself with, as he hurriedly looked over the menu to figure out what he wanted. He ended up ordering a waffle platter with a few sides and handed her his menu, then looked over at Angel again as he took off his sweater. He was so distracted by the sight of his arms as the shirt was taken off that he didn’t even understand what he was talking about. It took a few moments to process as he looked at the shirt and then up to Angel’s face again.

“Oh, I– no. Is that a college team or something?” he asked. He never really followed college sports like his dad and a lot of their coworkers did. He “cheered” for whatever team the rest of them were rooting for whenever they started talking about it, but he didn’t really care that much other than for appearances. “KU? Kutztown?” He narrowed his eyes, knowing that wasn’t right, but it was the first thing he thought of. “Wait, Kansas? That’s random.”

Puck picked up his coffee and took a few sips, then set it down and toyed with the handle of the mug. “I don’t really care about sports either. Well, I guess I do, but pretty much only professional football. My dad’s pretty into it though.” He shrugged. There were a lot of things that his dad had made him not like just from talking about it constantly.

Kurt simply shook his head as Noah went on about how he was just being honest. “If you say so,” he said with a smile. It was nice having someone be so nice to him, but he really didn’t think he was comparable to half of the people he worked with. A lot of them were definitely sexier, with manlier men and beautiful, sexy women...he just didn’t know how he compared. Except, of course, he knew his ass was out of this world, but he didn’t think he was that good at shaking it. Kurt really didn’t understand all the attention they gave him, especially since he only had one boyfriend in his life (and that ended poorly) and he never seemed to interest anyone else.

Noah’s next statement made him frown a bit. Okay, Noah was probably right about that; Kurt never went out of his way to see a show like the kind he put on, but he wouldn’t have liked something like that to happen at one he watched, either. It was annoying enough when he saw 3D movies and kids kept reaching out in front of them to try to grab whatever was on screen, and that wasn’t anywhere near as demeaning. As much as Kurt disapproved of violence, it did seem to be effective; it was very unlikely anyone would do that again, at least whenever Noah was there. Kurt felt a pang of fear at the idea that Noah wouldn’t be there for a week, but hopefully enough people would behave themselves for his next lacy outfit. “Well...I still don’t like your method. But thank you for trying to stand up for me, at least,” Kurt said. “They were at least very apologetic about it when they got me backstage.”

As Noah ordered his meal, Kurt had to hold back a longing sigh. Normally when he went out to eat, he’d let himself indulge enough to have hash browns or something truly decadent, but with his new job, he felt like any of that stuff would go straight to his hips. The idea of having some buttery waffles and hash browns made his mouth water, but he managed not to change his order. Maybe Noah would let him steal a bite.

He raised an eyebrow when Noah seemed so lost over his shirt. He really struck Kurt as a sort of sports guy, how did he not know about the Jayhawks? “Yeah, college,” Kurt said, giving Noah a weird look as he tried to figure out. “What the hell is a Kutztown?” Kurt asked. “There’s no way that’s a real place.”

He let Noah go on, and nodded as he started to understand what Noah was saying. Okay, that made sense. Kurt said, “I don’t care about any sports. Ever. Well, maybe some Olympic events, but even then it’s more out of duty than enjoyment.” He just thought of his ever hated stirrup pants and wrinkled his nose, shaking his head at the mere idea.

“But, you know, KU isn’t really random for me,” Kurt said, giving Noah a look, since he figured he’d get it if he said that. When Noah didn’t respond, Kurt slowly said, “Because...I’m from...there?” He laughed a little bit and had some more coffee, “Yeah, friend of Dorothy in more ways than one. That’s me.” Maybe revealing something like where he was from ruined the illusion or something, Kurt didn’t know. But it was out there now, so there was no turning back. “I mean, I’m not from KU. I’m from the Kansas City side, I guess a bit less than an hour when you take the K-10,” Kurt explained. “You’d think my dad would be a KSU guy, but he’s all Rock Chalk or whatever.”

He had some water and shrugged. “All I can tell you about professional sports is that the Chiefs suck and the Royals finally got good after I moved away,” Kurt said simply. “My dad actually sent me a shirt from when they won the world series. I’m pretty sure that was the happiest day of his life,” Kurt said with a laugh. Then Kurt went back to his water, curling a leg underneath him as he sat there, trying to get a bit more comfortable.

[poursomesugaronkurt]

cool drink of water, such a sweet surprise.

[poursomesugaronkurt]

yourfavoritepuckboy:

As soon as the question left his mouth, Puck was pretty sure it was a mistake. There was no way Angel would be allowed to go with him anywhere, and even if he was allowed, there’s no way he’d want to. Despite the strange dynamic between them inside the club, Puck knew that he was just another pervert to the dancer. That’s all that any of the people at the club were, right? They were all just lonely, pathetic losers who were willing to pay their hard-earned money for a short fantasy. Puck wouldn’t want to spend any time around someone like himself either, at least not if he wasn’t getting paid.

But to his surprise, Angel actually agreed, telling his friends to go on without him. Puck just looked at Angel and then to his friends, who definitely looked worried, and Puck didn’t blame them. He just watched as the bus pulled away and then glanced back at his car. Was this seriously happening?

“I’m good, yeah,” he assured him as he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his keys. “I promise. I’ve had a lot of time to sober up out here.” He didn’t want Angel to be worried about anything like that. Puck might have been an ass hole and a pervert, but he’d never put the other man’s life in danger.

He led Angel over to his car, noticing briefly as he ran his fingers over it in admiration. Puck obviously didn’t know anything about this guy other than the few things he’d told him over time, so any clues to his true self that he gave off were really interesting to him.

Once they were in the car and out on the road, Puck tried to force himself to relax, but it was impossible. He felt like he was in a movie, or watching somebody else’s life, but he was still feeling kind of paranoid even though he wasn’t doing anything wrong. He just couldn’t shake the fear that he was going to do something that would make Angel leave his life forever. Even if it was just a fake little fantasy, he didn’t want to lose it. Especially not after the week he’d been having.

He did relax a little bit when Angel started to talk to him. “Yeah. You were seriously amazing out there,” he told him genuinely, glancing over at him for a moment. He smiled slightly to himself as he thought back on it. “The hype was totally deserved. You looked incredible. It’s no wonder that guy couldn’t control himself.” He scoffed a bit at that and shook is head before turning onto a different street. “I wish I could have seen the whole thing uninterrupted.”

After a few more turns, Puck pulled into the parking lot of a small diner. It was nothing fancy at all, and actually pretty run down, but it was quiet and out of the way, and he knew he wouldn’t see anybody that he knew there, which was the most important thing as far as he was concerned.

Once they were inside, the hostess led them to a small booth in the back corner. Puck let Angel sit first and then sat down across from him. He ordered himself a cup of coffee and then looked over at the other man, studying him closer now that they were in better lighting. He looked very different than he did under all the makeup and the dim club lights, but Puck still thought he was beautiful. Maybe even more so than usual.

“Order anything you want, okay?” he told him and sunk back into his seat.

“You always say that,” Kurt said with a small smile, looking out the window. “No matter what I do, you say I was amazing. I didn’t even do as much this time. Maybe worked the crowd a bit more. And that cartwheel.” He honestly didn’t understand how Noah could think he didn’t offer him enough when he was always so nice to him on top of paying him so much. 

His smile disappeared at the mention of that guy. “Yeah. I’m sure that’s what he’d say,” Kurt said with a sigh, though he knew Noah didn’t think that way himself. “...Well, you could’ve,” Kurt pointed out to him, finally looking back at Noah. “But I understand. It was kind of satisfying.” He looked back to the window and said, “I just wish he didn’t do that in the first place.” Kurt was more shaken up about that than he was willing to admit at the moment. He knew he’d be fine once he got back home, but the whole thing was a little scary.

They were soon at the diner, which was a relief for Kurt’s stomach. He smiled a little as he got out of the car, since it kind of looked like the type of thing he’d see at home. The crappy looking little places always had the best food. 

Kurt slid into the booth they were lead to and opened up his menu. “Um, coffee for me, too. And a water,” Kurt ordered. While he didn’t have work the next day, he knew he couldn’t eat or drink as much as he wanted to, not when his living depended on prancing around half-naked for hours on end. 

As he studied the menu for healthier options, he felt Noah’s eyes on him. He wondered if seeing him covered with less make-up was weird to him, and that wasn’t even taking into account the darker lighting at ND. Kurt wondered how weirded out Noah would be to see him in his usual clothes with his hair in its usual style and his face fully moisturized. Kurt wasn’t sure he’d even recognize him.

“I can’t have much,” Kurt said, “But thank you.” He looked through the combinations for a little while longer before their waitress came back with their drinks. “I’ll have the French toast combo -- can I get egg whites instead of eggs, please?” She nodded and when prompted on his choice of meat, Kurt said, “Turkey bacon, please. And the fruit for the side instead of hash browns. Thank you.” 

Kurt handed her the menu and waited for Noah to order. He took his mug of coffee and had a long sip of it before going to the water he knew he needed after all that dancing. 

Once their waitress left, Kurt took off his sweatshirt, a plain black one, and revealed his T-shirt underneath. It was as KU shirt, and while he normally stayed away from anything that could possibly be traced back to him, such as clothing for one of the major universities in his home state, when he went to work, but it was really comfortable. Plus he didn’t care if it got covered with glitter. “Sorry if you hate the Jayhawks,” Kurt said with a smile. “I don’t really care about sports at all, but I guess I have some fondness for them.”

[poursomesugaronkurt]

cool drink of water, such a sweet surprise.

[poursomesugaronkurt]

yourfavoritepuckboy:

Puck had only made it a few steps when suddenly Angel was grabbing his hand. He stopped and turned to look at him again, looking at his face and then down to their hands, swallowing hard from the contact. He didn’t understand why a touch so simple had him feeling like he was on fire, but he spent a few nights a week with the other man grinding on him and curled up in his lap. He didn’t get it at all, but he figured it was because he was surprised, and also the fact that Angel didn’t have to do that. He wasn’t working and he wasn’t getting paid for it.. he wasn’t even really Angel right now, was he?

He listened as the other man spoke, explaining how he’d stood up for him in return and that Puck was only temporarily banned. Part of him wanted to thank him, but that didn’t really seem like the right thing to do. He just nodded and looked down at the ground again, not looking up until Angel was saying that they’d all like it if he came back to the club.

Puck looked at him and then over to his friends at the bus stop, who he recognized as being some of the other dancers. It was hard to read the looks on their faces; they looked concerned, definitely, but Puck didn’t know who that concern was really for.

He relaxed a bit when Angel said that he liked how well he treated him and how he cared about his feelings. There was no way that Puck couldn’t treat him well. Angel gave him something that he desperately needed and was sure he’d never be able to find anywhere else. Even though none of it was real, it was still an escape that Puck would go insane without.

“It’s the least I can do,” he said with a shrug, running his hand over his hair. “You do more for me than you realize. I wish I could do more for you.”

Puck glanced over toward the bus stop when he heard the sound of the bus making its way down the street toward it. He started to panic a little bit, not wanting to leave the other man yet. Finally, he blurted out what he’d been thinking and wanting to say for awhile.

“Are you hungry?” he asked suddenly, then quickly added, “I’m starving. I know a place a couple neighborhoods away. It’ll be pretty empty this late.” He stopped himself and shrugged again. “You don’t have to say yes. I know you’re not supposed to do shit like this, and I know this whole thing is sort of weird and I know you probably think I’m nuts after tonight, but..” He sighed and looked up to Angel’s eyes. “I promise I’m not up to anything. We can just get some waffles or something.” He quickly glanced back at the bus that was pulling up to the bus stop.

Kurt looked at Noah with a confused expression. What else could Noah even do for him? He treated him like a human being, let him relax some on his shifts when they were alone, and he paid him a ridiculous amount of money. Because of him, Kurt wasn’t hiding under piles of blankets to stay warm with the heat down as low as possible, and he was paying more than the interest on his loans, and he was still keeping up with rent and his utilities. That was a blessing he all but forgot about since he moved to New York.

Before he could comment, though, the telltale sound of the bus came nearby. Kurt turned to look at it, checking that, yes, it was his bus. He turned back to Noah, about to tell him that he had to leave, when Noah asked if he was hungry.

Kurt raised an eyebrow as Noah went on. Noah did sound crazy to suggest it, and it probably was against the rules. Then again, he was hungry, and getting a free meal sounded nice after the long shift he just had. Kurt bit his lip as Noah looked back at him, promising he wasn’t up to anything.

‘K -- Angel!’ Kurt whipped around at that to find one of his friends trying to hold the bus driver back. Kurt thought about it as fast as he could. He definitely was doubtful, since what if Noah expected him to be some sort of sexy, sultry person like, well, Angel? Kurt wasn’t sure how to do that while eating or covered in sweats. Could he truly trust Noah after what happened? And what if Mr. Schue found out?

Still, Kurt followed his instincts and called out to her, “Go on without me. I’ll see you guys later!” His friends still looked doubtful, but they nodded and let the driver close the doors. 

Kurt turned back to Noah and asked, “Are you okay to drive?” He could still smell some alcohol on him, though it had probably been hours since he had a drink. “Or is it really close?” He rubbed his arms, suddenly aware of how cold it was, even with some of his layers.

He followed Noah to his car and was somehow surprised at just how nice his car was. Kurt ran a hand over it as he stepped over to the passenger’s side, his eyes carefully following the sleek design. Despite being, well, who he was, Kurt loved cars. How could he not after working alongside his dad for years? Kurt sold his own car when he got to New York since it was impractical for the city, but he still missed his baby from time to time. 

Once Kurt sat in the passenger’s seat, he buckled up and sat his gym bag on his lap, not really sure what to say. This situation was just completely out of left field for him, everything from a guy being that interested in him to how they met and what had just happened earlier. Kurt felt nervous and not at all like the person he had portrayed himself to be for the weeks he had known Noah. He even found himself biting a thumb nail as Noah started to drive over, but he pulled it out of his mouth after a moment.

“So...did you like the performance at least? And the new outfit?” Kurt asked. He let out a quiet laugh and admitted, “I really didn’t expect all the hype.”

[poursomesugaronkurt]

cool drink of water, such a sweet surprise.

[poursomesugaronkurt]

yourfavoritepuckboy:

As Puck stood in the parking lot, he didn’t really know what to do with himself. He couldn’t drive home and he definitely wasn’t going to take public transportation, and besides, he couldn’t stop thinking about Angel. Assuming that he’d been banned from the only place he had to escape from his reality, there was a chance that he could never see the other man again. Even though they were still technically strangers, Puck didn’t like the idea of not being able to say goodbye.

Glancing at his watch, he knew there were still a few hours until the club closed. He decided to go for a walk, walking to the nearest gas station and picking up some iced tea and some crackers to help sober him up completely. He even walked down to a nearby park and sat on a bench, just trying to collect his thoughts for awhile. When he knew the club was closing, he started to make his way back.

His heart stopped when he saw Angel and a few of the other dancers walking through the parking lot. He didn’t even have a chance to say anything when suddenly they were all on high alert, pepper spray aimed right at him. He just put his hands up, not saying anything until he heard Angel say his name. “Yeah,” he said quietly and took a step back, wanting them to know that he wasn’t up to anything weird.

Thankfully, Angel told the others to go, and after a few moments of hesitation, they left. Puck had been practicing what he was gonna say a million times in his head, but now that he was here with Angel, he couldn’t think of any of that. He just shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. He’d never heard Angel speak in anything other than a soft or sultry tone, but he was pretty sure that he was pissed at him.

“I’m not sorry for hitting that guy,” he said simply and shrugged his shoulders. “But I’m sorry if it freaked you out or got you in trouble or something.”  He looked at Angel and then down at his shoes, kicking at a pebble on the ground. “You guys all work really hard and are serious about what you do and you deserve to feel safe at work. That guy was being a fucking dick before you even came on stage.”

Puck frowned a bit and looked at Angel again, just studying him in his sweatpants and jacket. It was strange to see him so covered up with his makeup half removed. He still looked gorgeous, though.

“I guess I just wanted to say goodbye.” Puck just let out a breath and turned to start walking away again.

Kurt looked down at his feet as Noah started to talk. He still was kind of freaked out by Noah’s actions, so he appreciated the apology for that. Kurt nodded slightly, but stayed silent. A slight smile spread on his face when Noah said they worked hard and deserved to feel safe; it was nice someone understood that. Kurt wasn’t sure any of his friends outside of the club would ever understand that just because he was dancing in his underwear, it didn’t mean he deserved less respect than when he was fully dressed. 

“Thanks,” Kurt said softly, still not looking at Noah. He just wasn’t sure what he wanted to say, or what Noah would want him to say, either. Kurt had only talked to him as Angel; did Noah expect him to be flirty and playful over the whole thing? Since that wasn’t really an option at the moment.

Kurt finally looked up when, after a long moment, Noah said goodbye. Kurt walked forward without thinking and grabbed his hand. “What do you mean, ‘goodbye’?” Kurt asked. He let out a nervous breath as he realized they must not have told him.

“It’s not goodbye unless you want it to be,” Kurt said slowly. He let go of Noah’s hand and said, “I convinced my boss you didn’t deserve to be banned. He’s only banning you for a week to cool down; that guy’s banned for life, though.” Kurt smirked a bit at the thought, but frowned as he realized that Noah might have known that and just wanted to leave.

“I mean...I understand if you don’t want to come back,” Kurt said quietly, trying not to sound disappointed at the thought. “I just...you can come back. I’d like that; I think all of us would.” 

He looked over at his friends and then back to Noah again, well aware he didn’t have much more time to talk before his bus got there. He quickly said, “That punch scared me, it did; I don’t like violence. But I think he deserved it, too, so...” 

Kurt shrugged. “I really hope you come back. I hope you can believe me when I say that. I mean, I’m off the clock now, so I have no reason to lie about that,” Kurt said. He shrugged again and looked back down at his feet. “No one else there treats me half as well as you do. It’s nice having someone who actually cares how I feel when I dance for them,” Kurt said softly and genuinely, possibly more genuine than anything else he had said to Noah.

[poursomesugaronkurt]

cool drink of water, such a sweet surprise.

[poursomesugaronkurt]

yourfavoritepuckboy:

Spending time at the club with Angel had definitely become Puck’s favorite thing to do. He’d been enjoying it so much that it was starting to take over his thoughts way too much when he wasn’t at the club to the point where it was actually distracting. It was actually worrying him a little bit, too. He knew that the whole thing was just some weird, unattainable and impossible fantasy for both of them. It was meaningless– Puck was nothing but a source of income to Angel, and he knew that realistically, but that didn’t mean it was easy to not think about the other man’s hips or his eyes or his lips or the sound of his laugh..

Puck took several days off from the club, focusing instead on a huge project at work. He put every ounce of energy he had into it, which his dad loved, even commenting on how great he’d been doing and how the company would be his one day. Puck just thanked him and got back to work– he didn’t want to think about how his father would hate him if he knew who he really was or found out that he spent many of his evenings getting lap dances from a half naked man and putting thousands of Puckerman Construction dollars into his g-string.

But Puck made his way back to the club for Angel’s big night. Even though he was trying to keep his distance, he knew he wouldn’t miss that for the world. He got there early to get a good spot, just like Angel wanted, and had a few drinks before the show started. The club had made the event into a pretty big deal and there was a big crowd, and unfortunately a lot of the guys were being pretty gross and rowdy already and the show hadn’t even started. Puck just ordered another drink and sat down until the lights finally went down and the announcer started to speak. That was when he stood up and leaned against the stage, eyes focused on the slit in the curtain.

When Angel finally came out, the crowd went nuts, and Puck just smiled at him, feeling a weird sense of pride at the sight of him. He looked so fucking good, and Puck wished he was able to get a private room with him tonight, but unfortunately they weren’t booking any for him since he had so much stage time. Puck just kept his eyes locked on him, savoring every single second of his routine, and cheering with the rest of the crowd when he tore off the pants to reveal the red thong underneath. A few guys in the crowd were being pretty obnoxious and crude but it was pretty easy to ignore when he was so focused on the man on the stage. Puck felt his heart start to race, especially as Angel made eye contact with him and started walking his way.

Puck reached into his pocket and pulled out some fifties and hundreds, slipping them carefully under the strings of Angel’s thong. He felt pretty important as Angel gave him so much attention, rolling his hips and playing with his hair. Puck’s eyes locked on his and he smirked up at him as he tucked another hundred in, winking at him as he stood up again.

Puck was still smiling to himself after their interaction, watching as Angel started to move down the stage. But his smile immediately fell when he saw one of the annoying guys from earlier actually reach out and grab him. Puck immediately felt an unbelievable rush of anger run through him, especially when he saw the upset look on Angel’s face before he walked away. There were no real thoughts that went through his head, and before he knew it, he was pushing through the crowd and grabbing the drunk guy by the collar of his shirt. Then his fist was colliding with his nose, feeling it shattering from the pressure before he hit the ground. Then security was grabbing Puck and pulling him out of the crowd.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? That creep just assaulted one of your dancers and you’re throwing me out?” Puck asked, trying to pull out of their hold.

‘He’s leaving too, but you can’t hit people, man. You broke his fucking nose,’ the one guard said.

“He deserved it. He can’t touch people like that.”

‘Cool off, buddy. Go home,’ they told him. ‘Maybe stay away from here for awhile.’

And the next thing Puck knew, he was standing in the parking lot by himself, just a bit too drunk to drive himself home. That was when the panic started to hit him. When would he get to see Angel again?

It all happened so fast, Kurt couldn’t really follow what was happening. One minute he had slapped the stranger’s hand away and had gone on like nothing had happened to get more tips. Then he heard a commotion and turned around just in time to see Noah’s fist make contact with the guy’s nose. Kurt’s eyes widened, and he was pretty sure the truly “angelic” part of his personality was visible as he froze in shock. He’d been in a few sticky situations growing up, but he had never seen someone do that, or heard the sound of a bone break so violently.

Before Kurt could process what happened, Kurt was pulled off stage. ‘Are you okay?’ Kurt nodded mutely, though he wasn’t sure. Yes, physically he was fine, but he had never been violated like that in his life. Even with all the guys fawning over him and being crude at times, none of them had just grabbed him like that. Was it because he had on something new? Did that change their minds? Or was it just one guy being rude?

Kurt was led to a chair back in the dressing room as another guy took his spot on stage. He was given a glass of water before Schue came over to check on him. ‘Are you okay?’ Yet again, Kurt nodded, his mind drifting over to Noah. He saw him getting pulled out of the crowds, did that mean...

“Is he allowed back?” Kurt asked suddenly. 

‘The guy who groped you? Of course not. He’s on a lifetime ban.’

“...Good. But I meant Noah -- the other guy,” Kurt clarified, not sure if his boss knew who that was.

His boss’ eye’s narrowed and Kurt’s stomach sank. ‘No. I can’t have someone violent -- ’

“He’s not violent!” Kurt exclaimed. Mr. Schue looked at him in shock and Kurt continued, “He was trying to -- trying to defend my honor, or something.”

‘That’s not his job.’

“I know! But he acted faster than you guys did!” 

Mr. Schue looked a bit guilty about that before shaking his head. ‘I don’t like how much time you spend with him. I think he’s starting to forget that he’s a customer,’ he said pointedly.

Kurt’s blood ran cold. His boss, unfortunately, had a point; he just didn’t realize Kurt was having that same problem, too. Still, Kurt couldn’t let them ban him. Kurt hated violence, and the thought of Noah doing that made him feel a bit sick, but the guy deserved it. 

“But he’s literally your best customer,” Kurt said, standing up. “Not just me -- I’ve seen him tip pretty much everyone here, and the bartenders, too.” Kurt looked around at his coworkers who were waiting to go on stage or in the crowds. A few of them nodded and agreed with Kurt; and he never tipped in singles alone, which everyone appreciated. Seeing as they pooled some of their tips, the money Kurt brought in was appreciated anyways.

Mr. Schue looked over his workers for a bit before sighing and looking back to Kurt. ‘Fine. I’ll make it a week long ban only.’ He looked into Kurt’s eyes and added, ‘But I hope you spend that time charming over some new clients. Clear?’ Kurt nodded, maintaining eye contact before sitting back down.

Schue sighed again and asked, ‘Can you go back on in ten?’

“Yeah, of course,” Kurt said. He watched his boss leave the room and ran a hand through his hair. Would Noah think he was banned now? Would it really be a bad thing if he didn’t know he could come back? Kurt liked him a lot, all money aside, but seeing him punch someone like that really made Kurt nervous.

Somehow he managed to stop thinking about it for the rest of his long shift. He worked the stage some more, though with maybe a few less ass shakes along the way, and made some nice tips and even gave a few lap dances on the floor.

Finally, the place closed and Kurt could leave. He took a quick shower to try to get some glitter off, making sure not to touch his hair along the way. He wiped a bit of the makeup off, but he would need a really detailed shower at home with his best skincare products to really get most of it off, and he’d rather do the work at home anyways than stay any longer than necessary.

Every time the dancers left work, they went in groups. Nothing had ever happened, but no one wanted to take the chance that someone would try to take advantage of anyone leaving alone. That night Kurt walked out with three other friends. He had slipped into some sweats (he didn’t want to risk getting glitter on his usual clothes) and had a bag over his shoulder and pepper spray in his right hand. His group started making its way to the bus stop nearby, the rest of his friends talking when he heard a sound nearby.

Kurt turned over his shoulder and got ready to aim the pepper spray, until he recognized the figure walking over to him. “Noah?” Kurt asked, squinting into the dark. One of his friends turned around and shone the flashlight on her iPhone, which confirmed it for him.

Kurt sighed and lowered his hand. “You guys go on,” Kurt told his coworkers. The three looked apprehensive on leaving Kurt alone, but Kurt insisted, “I’m fine, seriously. I’ll see you guys later.” They slowly nodded and walked away, looking over their shoulders every now and then to make sure Kurt was fine.

“Well, that wasn’t quite what I hoped would happen tonight,” Kurt said with a frown, crossing his arms as he looked at Noah. He knew he should’ve been more cautious after the violence he displayed, but Kurt just knew he wouldn’t pull that on him. “I get what you were doing, but...” he shook his head and looked over at the bus stop before looking back to Noah. “My bus should be here in five, so if you have something to say, can you please make it quick? I don’t want to wait for another one,” Kurt asked quietly and politely.

[poursomesugaronkurt]

cool drink of water, such a sweet surprise.

It had been a long while since Kurt had been nervous to go on for a main stage performance. After his first official “debut”, it seemed all too simple. He just had to twirl a few times around the pole, often making up dance steps as he went, and he’d get a lot of praise. Honestly, men were much too easy to please.

But this time, he was nervous. Kurt had never wore anything like this in his life. Sure, he had thought about buying some lace before just to give it a try, but he never actually went through with it. And he certainly never danced around in it. But his manager wanted him to try it, and he got some special kind actually made for men, so he felt a bit better about that. 

It was also just good to know Noah would be in the audience. Not only was that good financially, but it was good just to have a friendly face in the audience. Time with Noah had been some of his favorite lately, even if part of him was scared he’d fool himself into thinking it was a real thing and not just a way for two lonely people to feel less alone.

After warming up and stretching as best as he could, Kurt got into his outfit at work. There was a big changing room in the back that they all shared, complete with a few shower stalls they used to attempt to get rid of the glitter. Kurt took his time putting on the lacy underwear he had been given, then he stepped into a pair of tight, white tearaway pants. Once that was done, he started putting on the glitter lotion and his makeup as the crowd started to build outside.

Finally, he was on deck. Kurt bit his lip and followed the stage manager to the wing of the stage. Then he heard the cheesy announcement of his name and stepped onto the stage as “Cherry Pie” started to play.

His dance was much less involved as his first one, partly because he wanted to make sure the underwear worked before he did anything too over the top. He started by strutting onto stage to the opening beat and then going directly to the pole, doing some body rolls and a couple of spins around it as the opening chorus played. He made extra sure to lick his thumb and run it down his abs as the music said, “tastes so good makes a grown man cry.”

Kurt swung around the pole as the verse started, soon turning himself upside down on the pole and getting some cheers for that. He pushed off slightly to land on his hands and cartwheel back up to his feet (okay, he’d been trying that one a lot, too). Then, as it went to the bridge and the song crooned, “I scream, you scream,” Kurt tore off his pants and threw them behind him to get the crowd screaming. It was only then that he realized a lacy, red thong during the song “Cherry Pie” was almost too much for this place, but seeing how sexual the video was, it was warranted.

He took in the whistles and whoops and, as the chorus started up again, he got down on his knees and crawled around for some tips in the crowd. He took his time with the customers, letting them slip dollars in themselves and running his hands through some people’s hair and throwing winks all along the way.

Kurt popped back up to his feet and rocked his hips as the next verse started. And, really, the rest of the song was pretty simple. He did a few more twirls on the pole, and even did the whole licking it up thing (of course he didn’t actually lick it, but kept his tongue as close as possible without letting it touch it at all, though Kurt knew they were cleaned every night very thoroughly). Eventually he found Noah on the last chorus and took a lot of time getting tips from him, making sure to give him some good ass shaking, but nothing too big happened and, more importantly, nothing fell out, either. Once he knew that, he’d be able to add more choreography like before.

The song moved on to another piece Kurt didn’t know, but it had a nice beat, and he walked around much more casually to get some tips when it happened. Kurt had just walked past Noah when one guy reached out and grabbed his ass.

Kurt immediately turned to him with daggers in his eyes. Maybe that wasn’t how he was supposed to act, but how else was he expected to act when someone assaulted him like that? Kurt moved the man’s hand away before continuing on his way, trying to put the action out of his mind.

[yourfavoritepuckboy]

i’d love to hold you close tonight and always.

[poursomesugaronkurt]

yourfavoritepuckboy:

“Yeah yeah, I guess I can wait..” Puck said with a little bit of a pout. He was never good at being patient, but having to wait for something like this was absolute torture. Still, he knew he’d be in the front row with pockets full of cash for the night that Angel debuted that number.

Puck let his head fall back against the couch, watching the other man’s hips moving right in front of him, just grazing his lap a few times in the process. He could tell that their time was running out just based on this – it always started with more physical affection, but the other man always got back to business as the clock started running out.

“Hm.. almost perfect,” he said with a shrug, tilting his head back to look the other man in the eye. “If it was totally perfect, I’d get to take you home with me.” He let out a breath as he stood up from the couch, keeping close to the other man, but forcing himself to keep his hands at his sides, which was almost impossible. He leaned in to speak quietly into Angel’s ear. “I’d get to take you home and make you feel as good as you make me feel. Over and over. Hard. All night.” He carefully tilted his chin to take Angel’s earlobe between his teeth just for a moment before he pulled back to look him in the eye, a slight smirk on his face.

“But.. yeah. Lace and “Cherry Pie” will be good too,” he said casually. Realistically he knew he couldn’t have what he really wanted, and he was still grateful to even get this time with this man.

Kurt gasped ever so quietly as Noah got off the couch. He bit his lip at the heat coming off of him, really wishing Noah could just take him home as well, but he knew it wasn’t possible. Noah started whispering in his ear and Kurt whimpered quietly at the idea. He closed his eyes as Noah bit on his lobe for the split second he did.

He wanted more than anything to be able to have a more physical relationship. Kurt wanted to be able to do more than just give him some lap dances and collect money. But he also only did sex in a relationship, something neither of them could do, especially not with how they met.

“I’ll make it worth your while,” Kurt promised. Before he could say anything else, there was a knock on the door. Kurt gestured for Puck to sit and he got himself back in a lap dance position and said, “Come in!”

‘Hey, Angel, you’re on again in five,’ the manager said. 

“Be there soon,” Kurt called back, offering him a small smile until the man left. 

Kurt sighed and looked at Noah. “Well, I guess I’ve got to go.” He stood up and finished the drink Noah got him and smiled softly at him. “I’ll see you Saturday, prime time, main stage, in the front row?” Kurt leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. “I’ll see you then, Noah.” Kurt watched Noah’s face up close for a few moments before straightening up and turning away.

[yourfavoritepuckboy]

i’d love to hold you close tonight and always.

[poursomesugaronkurt]

yourfavoritepuckboy:

Puck let his eyes fall shut as the other man nuzzled against and kissed his neck. He couldn’t help but smile at the feeling, enjoying it so much more than he should have considering the actual situation at hand. This whole thing was silly and weird but Puck couldn’t bring himself to care. If he had to cough up some cash to continue this little fantasy of theirs, he would. This hour or so of his night was the only escape from his frustrating reality that he could get, so he was going to enjoy every single second of it.

Although he instantly missed Angel’s warmth when he pulled away, Puck opened his eyes and turned to watch him, smirking softly as he started to name some more music ideas. He raised an eyebrow and gave Angel’s thigh another squeeze, letting his head rest back against the couch.

“It’s like you know the way right to my heart,” he told him, his hand sliding up to the other man’s knee and giving it a gentle squeeze. “I’m a big classic rock fan. Favorite genre. I definitely need to be here if you’re dancing to Cherry Pie..” Puck bit down on his bottom lip as he looked Angel over, imagining him in leather and dancing around the stage to one of Puck’s favorite songs. “Do you have that song on your phone?” he asked, glancing at Angel’s phone that was plugged into the stereo. “If you had some moves you wanted to get an opinion on.. well, I’m here for you. Just saying.” He winked at Angel and leaned in to press a kiss to his earlobe, letting his teeth graze his skin for a moment before puling away again.

Kurt grinned as Noah approved of his song choices. “I could tell; you definitely have the classic rock vibe around you,” Kurt said softly as Noah squeezed his knee. He shifted a bit as Noah talked about “Cherry Pie”, grinning as the man had to bite his lip after a moment. “I do have it,” Kurt said slowly, but he grinned and said, “I’d rather surprise you later, though. Let you know that the dance is just for you.” 

He giggled as Noah kissed the sensitive skin on his ear and then moved slowly to a straddling position. As much as he loved just being cuddly, and as much as he loved his faux relationship, Kurt felt obligated to at least sort of do his job some more before he had to leave. Kurt put his hands on Noah’s shoulders and started to slowly move his hips to the beat, raising himself just barely off of Noah’s lap. He knew soon enough someone would come in again, anyways, since he had to do another round on the stage before his shift ended.

“So, lace and ‘Cherry Pie’...would that be the perfect night for you?” Kurt teased, smiling. “Or should I add something else?” He was sure anything Noah would like would be loved by every other customer he had, but he also really did just want to please Noah as much as possible.

[yourfavoritepuckboy]

i’d love to hold you close tonight and always.

[yourfavoritepuckboy]

When Angel crawled into his lap, Puck eagerly wrapped his arms around his waist and leaned up into the kiss. It was surprisingly soft and sweet at first, and Puck got lost in it almost instantly. It was easy to forget how bizarre all of this was when Angel’s lips were on his; they weren’t in a strip club, and Puck wasn’t paying for the guy’s attention. He was able to pretend that this was maybe something real and normal and not some ridiculous fantasy.

Puck brought his hand up the other man’s body, his fingers pressing into his skin as he started to kiss him a little harder. As much as he loved those soft and dizzying kisses, it was hard to keep himself from getting heated. But eventually the other man pulled away and reminded of his drink. It took Puck a second to catch his breath, already missing his lips, but he nodded and got up to grab his drink and took a long sip as he sat back down.

He smirked as Angel spoke, already imagining what that was gonna look like. “I know it’ll look hot,” he assured him, grinning as the man nuzzled against his neck. Puck chuckled and set the hand that wasn’t holding his drink on Angel’s bare thigh. “You would look hot wearing anything. Or not wearing anything.” He smirked and turned his head to press his lips to Angel’s jaw. “You’re so fucking hot.” He pressed a few more kisses to his face before pulling back to take another long drink, sighing happily to himself as he slipped his hand between Angel’s legs and gave his inner thigh a squeeze.

“You gotta let me know when that’s gonna be though. I gotta make sure I’m in the front row and my wallet’s nice and full.”

[poursomesugaronkurt]

“Thanks, hon,” Kurt said in response, smiling sweetly against Noah’s neck. He watched Noah’s hand go to his thigh and moved in even closer to the man next to him, closing his eyes to enjoy the feeling. It was nice pretending, like they were just some couple talking about Kurt dressing up for Noah alone. “Thanks,” Kurt giggled, giggling some more as Noah kissed his jaw. “Mmm, look who’s talking,” Kurt pointed out after a moment, smirking and pressing a kiss to Noah’s neck.

As Noah spoke again, Kurt opened his eyes and lifted his head off of Noah’s shoulder. “I promise I will,” Kurt said. “I still have some choreography to work out, and some songs to choose...there’s a Christina Aguilera song she sang in Burlesque that I’m considering...” He looked back over at Noah and asked, “What do you think? I have some rock songs I’m thinking of working into my rep. ‘Cherry Pie’, ‘You Shook Me All Night Long’...mainly ‘80s stuff.”

He was hopeful doing songs some of the older guys liked would help him get even more tips. While Noah was doing more than enough for him, Kurt knew that Noah wasn’t going to be able to come to every single performance. And there was still the fear that Noah would realize he could be with someone else and not deal with Kurt at all. He had to keep up with other customers, too. “80s and 70s songs have the best beats,” he added after a moment. “And lots of sexy songs.”

[yourfavoritepuckboy]

i’d love to hold you close tonight and always.

[yourfavoritepuckboy]

Puck just raised an eyebrow as Angel said he didn’t have to do that. He was totally lost until he clarified, and even then he didn’t really understand. “I know. I don’t have to do anything,” he said as he looked up at him. “But I want to. You work so hard, you deserve to get paid.” He just grabbed another hundred from his stack and slipped it into the front of Angel’s underwear, his hands dropping quickly as the door opened and the waitress set their drinks down on the table.

Once she left, door closed behind her, he focused all of his attention on the man above him again, moving his hands up to brush down his thighs. He didn’t understand why he was suddenly against taking his money; that was literally the whole point of all of this for him, wasn’t it? To get paid? “You don’t have to thank me, baby,” he said as he started to press a little more firmly against his thighs. “But you could maybe come down here and give me a kiss, though.”

[poursomesugaronkurt]

Kurt pursed his lips, not sure what to say. He knew he needed the money, so fighting it seemed extremely stupid, but taking the money also seemed wrong. He was getting enjoyment out of this, just as much as Noah was getting. Hell, he was possibly getting more since at least he wasn’t spending hundreds of dollars.

Still, he didn’t fight in anymore and just nodded at Noah’s words. When Noah asked for a kiss, Kurt nodded again and climbed onto Noah’s lap. Without anymore thought, Kurt softly kissed him, still not sure if it was okay to accept money now that they were also kind of physical. But he pushed that thought out of his head to focus on kissing Noah instead.

When he pulled away for some air, Kurt suggested, “You should have some of that drink. You don’t want the ice to melt in it.” He slid off of Noah’s lap and leaned over to adjust the shoelaces on his boots. “They’re talking about putting me in lace at some point,” Kurt said casually. “Play up the androgyny thing, I guess. What do you think?” He leaned back against the back of the couch and nuzzled his nose against Noah’s neck. “I think it’ll look hot.”

[yourfavoritepuckboy]

i’d love to hold you close tonight and always.

[yourfavoritepuckboy]

Noah pouted as Angel pulled his head back up, looking up at him with an eyebrow raised. “Well nobody looks as good in it as you do,” he told him simply. “But I don’t think I do too bad of a job.” He smirked as Angel kissed him gently, not happy that he was pulling away from him moments later, but he did his best to just sit there nicely.

“Yeah, a drink sounds good,” he told him, running a hand over his own short hair as he watched the other man put his drink order in without even asking what he wanted. He kind of liked that he knew his usual order; maybe it was dumb, but Puck thought it was pretty cool that he remembered that.

Once he was finished, Angel turned on some music and was walking back over to him, and Puck sat up a little straighter since he was pretty sure he knew what was coming. “How could I ever refuse that?” he asked as he shook his head, letting out a soft breath as the man’s arms wrapped around his neck. He kept his eyes on Angel’s as he reached into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out a nice wad of cash as he spread his legs a bit more to make more room for him between them. He was curious as to what Angel would allow as far as touching went, since they’d definitely crossed a lot of lines already. Puck wasn’t going to try anything too crazy, but he knew he wouldn’t mind getting his hands on Angel’s ass as he danced for him. Taking a hundred from his stack, he folded the bill in half and slid it underneath Angel’s g-string, his hands briefly ghosting over his ass before he brought them back down to his sides.

[poursomesugaronkurt]

Kurt still wasn’t sure exactly what he and Noah were, but he liked not having to put on a whole show for once. He still wasn’t even “Kurt” to this guy, but he was a lot less like the “Angel” he had to be for the other patrons. And he liked that.

He was kind of surprised that Noah was still pulling out so much money for him. Kurt’s eyes widened at the amount he had, which wasn’t anymore than usual or anything, but he felt kind of bad that Noah was giving him so much. Now that they had talked more, he did see Noah as less of a customer and more of a...well, something. Kurt wasn’t sure what that was, but he didn’t want him to spend that much money on him when he was also getting the same benefits and he was already paying for a private room and drinks. He barely even noticed Noah’s hands over his ass.

“You don’t have to do that, you know,” Kurt murmured, unable to hold it in. He stopped moving for a moment, “You don’t have to pay me that much. I know it’s really expensive just to have this room...I mean, I appreciate it, I just don’t want you to feel obligated.”

Before Kurt could continue, he heard the door open and he went back to dancing. He watched as a waitress came in and dropped off the drinks, and kept dancing even as the door closed. Noah had paid him so much, he deserved a dance at least. “Thank you, though.”

[yourfavoritepuckboy]

i’d love to hold you close tonight and always.

[yourfavoritepuckboy]

As the door opened and Angel walked in, Puck was instantly smiling as he sat up straighter. He really didn’t understand the relief that he felt every time he saw Angel, but he didn’t really understand much of anything anymore. But honestly, he didn’t really want to think about any of that right now. The time that the two of them had was limited, so he wasn’t going to waste any of it worrying about anything.

He sat back a little on the couch as Angel sat down on his lap, his arms instantly wrapping around his body and holding him close to his chest. “I did miss you,” he said with a smile as he kissed him, leaning into his lips eagerly as he rubbed at his lower back. “I missed you a lot.” He grinned up at him as he slid a hand up to the back of his neck, running his fingertips through the hair there. “Did you miss me?”

Despite knowing and understanding that this wasn’t actually real, it still felt really nice to be sitting like this with his arms all wrapped around him and kissing him. This kind of affection was something that Puck had just been craving so much even though he hadn’t realized it until right now.

“You were great out there,” he told him as he gently ran a hand up his side. “As always.” He smiled and leaned in to press a few light kisses to the man’s collarbone before letting his nose nuzzle against the skin, the idea of getting glitter all over his face not even crossing his mind.

[poursomesugaronkurt]

Even though this whole thing was definitely pretend, Kurt actually really had missed Noah. He gave a small smile at his question and admitted, “Yeah, I did.” He closed his eyes briefly, just soaking up the feeling of someone holding him and playing with his hair; he had missed this kind of intimacy. Maybe this whole fake thing was dumb, but it really did make him feel much better than he had in a long time.

Kurt smiled again and opened his eyes as Noah complimented him. “Thanks,” he said with a small laugh, humming a bit as Noah nuzzled him, the small amount of facial hair tickling his sensitive skin. “I do try,” Kurt said. He pulled Noah’s head back up, intending on kissing him, but only ended up letting out another little laugh. “You’re cute, but I don’t think glitter is your look,” Kurt explained. Still he pressed a small kiss to Noah’s lips before pulling himself to get back up.

“Do you want a drink?” Kurt asked, assuming he would. Kurt still wanted to do at least part of his job, especially since he wasn’t sure if Noah would pay him as much as usual. So he put in his usual drink order and put on some music, knowing he at least had to look like he was working when the waitress came in. “I assume you won’t refuse a dance, right?” Kurt asked with a grin, getting in the usual position he had with Noah, his arms around his neck and his body in between his legs.

[yourfavoritepuckboy]

i’d love to hold you close tonight and always.

Puck wasn’t sure what to expect when he went back to the club the next night, and he couldn’t help but feel sort of nervous about it. He was glad to know that Angel wasn’t freaked out about the whole “incident” the week before, and they seemed to come to some strange, mutual understanding of the attraction and connection they had. They also understood that it needed to stay inside the club for a variety of reasons. He was grateful for that, but he still wasn’t sure of what would happen when he went back. Were they supposed to act differently around each other now? He didn’t know. He’d never done anything even remotely like this ever in his life.

As Puck waited in the private room for Angel to arrive, he started to pace a little from nerves as he thought about the whole thing. He was worried that, somehow, Angel would get in trouble for this and lose his job or something, and Puck would never forgive himself if something like that happened just because he himself was a mess with no control in his life. Yes, he wanted to be around Angel as much as he possibly could since he really did love spending time with him, but he hoped Angel had thought about these things as well. They’d really need to be smart about this. If Angel was still serious.

He’d finally sat down on the edge of the couch, leaning forward to rest his weight on his knees as he waited, trying to not stare directly at the door. Nerves and confusion aside, he was just really looking forward to seeing the other man again and being in the same room as him.

[poursomesugaronkurt]

After Noah and him became...whatever they were, Kurt was both nervous and excited to come back to the club. He still wasn’t sure what they were, really, like fake boyfriends? Something like that? That seemed to be the best way they were going to go about it. Kurt would be lying if he said that Noah and his kisses and how they talked last night didn’t invade his mind the next day. It was kind of crazy, but Kurt was excited at having someone pay just to hang out with him. It’d be better than going onto the floor or back on the stage to deal with some of the grosser customers.

Once he danced his first shift and was told to go to the private room, Kurt took a little break for some water and tried to clear his head. Okay, he had to be careful about this. Of course, if someone caught him just talking to Noah, he was sure he could tell them it was what Noah paid for and that would be alright, but Kurt figured even some sort of psuedo not real dating was going to be a bit of a problem with some rules. 

Still, he soon walked back to the room and smiled as he opened the door. Kurt closed it securely behind him and walked over to Noah. “Nice to see you,” Kurt said, not even trying to be sexy or alluring or anything. After a brief moment, Kurt carefully sat on Noah’s lap and wrapped his arms around his neck. “Did you miss me?” Kurt asked sweetly before pressing a small kiss to his lips. Just being so close to someone felt so good; it had been too long since he really even cuddled.

[yourfavoritepuckboy]

all that I wanted from you was to give me something that I never had.

[yourfavoritepuckboy]

When Angel pulled away from him, Puck was definitely disappointed, but he knew that he did need to go before someone came in looking for him. He nodded, looking down at the man’s thumb that was moving across his lips and enjoying that a lot, but then was even more disappointed when he heard that he wouldn’t be working until the day after next. It probably wasn’t normal for him to be missing this person he barely knew already, when he was still there with him, but he couldn’t help it. Being around Angel was just.. relieving. No pun intended.

“I’ll be here,” he told him, letting Angel kiss him again before he stood up and let himself out of the room, leaving Puck alone on the couch. He sighed and ran his hands over his face, hoping that the time between now and Angel’s next shift would go by quickly. He was just glad to know that he finally had someone that he could be himself around.

[yourfavoritepuckboy]

all that I wanted from you was to give me something that I never had.

[yourfavoritepuckboy]

Puck just laughed a little and shook his head. “Cuz I’m here a lot. And people know that I have a lot of money, so..” He raised an eyebrow at the comment about his aura, though, because while he kind of knew that, it was still strange to hear somebody else point out. “Well that’s good. I guess I’ve kinda had to be that way forever, growing up in the company. Grown men don’t typically like taking orders from punk ass kids. And that’s what I was.” The fact that those guys would have been fired if they didn’t listen to Noah had a lot to do with it too, but Puck learned how to carry himself with them pretty quickly.

“Long sleeves and pants? Really,” Puck said with a slight smirk. It was hard to imagine the other man in anything other than his underwear, though he obviously knew he wasn’t always walking around like this.  “Would it be weird if I said I’d like to see that sometime? That’s probably kind of backwards.” He smiled as he kept moving his hand along the other man’s back, no funny business– it was just nice to have him close like that.

As he pulled back from the kiss, Puck smiled at Angel before biting down on his own bottom lip, just watching him. Puck already knew that he’d never enjoyed kissing as much as he did with Angel. Kissing was a pretty simple thing, but he didn’t want to stop.. at all. So he brought his hand back to his cheek and kissed him again, his lips parting as he deepened it slightly. His other hand slid down to Angel’s side, thumbing over his hip before he carefully started to move him onto his back. He just wanted to explore this more, the new feeling of being on top of him and feeling his closeness.

[poursomesugaronkurt]

Kurt gave a small laugh as well. “That makes sense, true,” Kurt conceded. It seemed a lot of people knew he was a big spender, though he was pretty sure people didn’t realize quite how much Kurt had been getting from him lately. Kurt gave a small snort and shook his head; somehow it was pretty easy to imagine Noah as a punk ass kid, but he had definitely grown to seem much more mature since then. 

“Yes, really,” Kurt said, shrugging a bit, “Those would be the laymen’s term for what I wear, at least.” He looked briefly at his nails and then back up at Noah at his question. Kurt laughed a little bit at the idea but admitted, “It makes sense. It’s very different from how I am here. Most everything about my life is, really, but the clothes are the biggest.” Just to mess with Noah a bit, Kurt smirked and said, “But I actually own boots with a higher heel. And the underwear is definitely a lot like this.” And all of that was true, but he just threw in a wink to tease Noah even more. Kurt moved in a little bit closer to Noah as he gently rubbed his back; this thing was definitely going to be nice if it kept going like this.

As much as Kurt loved Noah’s intoxicating lips and his sweet hold on him, Kurt knew he had already been in there for a long time and if he didn’t leave soon, his boss would come by and see what he was up to. With much effort, Kurt pulled away from Noah’s kiss and quietly said, “I really do need to get going; I’m sorry.” He lightly ran a thumb over Noah’s wet lips and gave him a small smile, “I don’t work again until the day after tomorrow. I really hope to see you then.” Kurt gave him a sad smile and gave him one last, soft, short kiss before getting off the couch and letting himself out. At least having a new ally in his customer base was already cheering him up.