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Thirty-Four. Lead Guitarist of Prime Sacrifice Single. Badass. Rockstar. What else you gotta know?

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A Chance Encounter

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Blaine’s throat constricted as Puck’s cock hit his gag reflex, but he was determined to be good for this man, so he swallowed down the bile that had risen up his throat and did his best to relax his jaw and throat. The promise of a sore throat made Blaine’s pussy gush with arousal and he looked up at Puck through his long lashes that were starting to gather wetness.

The title of ‘little boy’ made Blaine squirm in his spot on the floor, his pussy getting even wetter. He loved being used and with Puck fucking his mouth - there was really no other words for it because that’s what he was doing - felt unbelievble. Blaine moaned and reached down between his legs to rub his pussy, his fingers dipping between the lips and getting coated in his wetness.

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What: A first meeting between Puck and Blaine. When: During the North America branch of the first Prime Sacrifice world tour.

Puck growled low in his throat as he caught a glimpse of Blaine reaching down to stroke himself. "Uh-uh," he warned, nudging his hand away with one foot. "That's mine." His fingers tightened in Blaine's hair, shoving his cock deep into his mouth. "You don't touch without my permission, little boy." His nostrils flared as he swivled his hips, dragging his cock back up out of the delicious heat of Blaine's throat. "All those tasty fucking juices are mine, you got it? You don't get to waste 'em on your dirty little fingers."

His hands slid down, cupping the sides of Blaine's face for a moment before gripping his ears and pulling him roughly back down on his cock. He grunted low in his throat as his ass flexed, driving his cock in and out of Blaine's mouth. "That's right, boy. You take my cock. You fucking love sucking Daddy's cock, don't you? Just make you so fucking wet knowing Daddy's gonna squirt down that virgin little throat of yours. Fill your belly all up with my hot cum."

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Blaine shook his head mutely at Noah’s first question. He had no idea what he was supposed to do, and he had a feeling that Noah knew that, too, and was just mostly asking a rhetorical question. He whimpered  and dropped his mouth open, eyes cast upwards at the man standing over him. The deep desire to just be used was taking over and igniting a fire low in Blaine’s belly.

In an attempt to get Noah to hurry up, Blaine wrapped his lips around the head of his cock and sucked lightly, experimentally. He’d never seen a cock outside of his few forays into porn or in heath books, and he most certainly had never had one in his mouth, but just the little taste Blaine was getting, he knew that he loved it already. He pulled off and fluttered his long lashes up at Noah. “Please, use my mouth, fuck my throat, please!”

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What: A first meeting between Puck and Blaine. When: During the North America branch of the first Prime Sacrifice world tour.

Of course he didn't know, the little virgin. Puck snorted, his nostrils flaring as he dragged in another breath, cocky grin spreading across his face. "Don't worry, sweetheart. The Puckster's gonna teach you all you need to know." A low groan caught in the back of his throat as he felt Blaine's lips around his circumsized head for the first time. He couldn't resist a short thrust as he sucked him, gasping softly at the feeling of Blaine's teeth scraping over his cock.

"Oh don't worry," he groaned, tightening his fist in Blaine's hair and yanking his head back, "I'm gonna fuck that pretty little mouth so hard your throat's gonna be sore for a week." He pumped himself a couple more times, licking his lips before guiding his head to Blaine's mouth. "Open wide, little boy. I want you to take it all."

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What: A first meeting between Puck and Blaine. When: During the North America branch of the first Prime Sacrifice world tour.

With his legs trapped in his pants, Blaine couldn’t open his legs wider to get what he wanted and he whined in frustration, pushing his ass back against Puck. Despite being nervous, his deep seated desires were coming to the surface, making him act like he’d never imagined he would in this situation. “Yours,” He whimpered. “All yours, please." Puck was finally moving around to the front of him, and Blaine hated that he had to let go of him to do so, but he wanted his damn pants off. Logically, he knew he could do it himself, but having Puck rip them from his body just seemed like the better option. Not to mention the hotter option.

Blaine wasn’t prepared for seeing Puck’s huge cock, it had felt big pressed against him, but it was so much bigger than he could have imagined. The sudden desire to have it in his mouth overwhelmed him and he dropped to his knees, sort of falling due to his pants, and looked up at Puck through his lashes. “Can I suck you, please?” He asked, a hit of desperation in his voice.

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Fucking hell but he loved having a damn little twink so fucking eager he was all but falling all over himself to get his cock. Puck grinned, wide and cocky, at the sight of Blaine on his knees for him. He took in those full lips and the long, almost girlish lashes and couldn't help but imagine those lips stretched around his cock, tears of effort to take his whole length and girth beading those dark lashes. God damn, he could almost feel his head bumping the back of his throat already.

"Fuck," he groaned, reaching down with his free hand to tangle his fingers in Blaine's slicked down curls, holding his head back. He pushed his cock towards those stupid fucking beautiful lips, giving his wrist a twist just beneath his head to wring a fresh drop of precum from his swollen tip. "You even know what to do with one of these?" he asked, painting Blaine's lips with his precum as he slowly traced them with his cock. "You think you can handle taking my cock in that little bitty mouth of yours, boy? You want to take me all the way down your throat? Want me to fuck your pretty little face, huh? That it?"

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Blaine was trembling hard, but from arousal or fear, he didn’t know. He was still so scared that Puck was going to kick him to the curb, despite the dirty things he was whispering and growling into Blaine’s ear. He was so so wet, wetter then he had ever been before, and unlike before, it was getting harder and harder to ignore the slick between his legs. That’s what he had always done, shame creeping up the back of his neck every time he got wet. He’d squeeze his tighs together and hope it went away. But now, now he was so turned on he could hardly think straight.

A moan made it’s way out of Blaine’s throat, surprising him, as Puck continued to talk into his ear. Hearing someone speak so openly about they were going to do to him was making his whole body buzz with excitement. That nagging fear was still there, though, ever present in the back of his mind. Puck might like the idea of having sex with a boy with a pussy, but what if he took one look and decided he didn’t? All those thoughts, though, were soon being overridden with the images of being, as Puck put it, fucked. “Please,” He whimpered, unable to hold it back anymore. “Want it so much.”

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What: A first meeting between Puck and Blaine. When: During the North America branch of the first Prime Sacrifice world tour.

Puck groaned, grinning widely as he pulled his dripping fingers from Blaine's cunt to shove his pants down. He got them to half way down Blaine's thighs before he couldn't reach any further. Growling in frustration, his cock slipping from his boxers' fly to rub along the crack of Blaine's ass, he lifted a leg and shoved his pants and underwear roughly down past his knees. "Mine," he ground out, his breath coming in short pants as his precum moistened Blaine's crack, his nails scraping along Blaine's shirt as he fisted it over the younger man's heart.

Finally getting frustrated with Blaine's clothes, he let go of him long enough to reach down and shove them down to the ground. Stepping around him, he let his hands trail over Blaine's ass and hips before finally stopping, his gaze firmly on the swollen lips of his pussy just visible beneath the hem of his shirt. He licked his lips, swallowing hard as he let go of Blaine's hips to undo the button of his boxer's fly, letting his cock finally slip all the way free. "Fucking hell, it's even hotter in real life," he muttered, pumping his cock in one fist and holding up Blaine's shirt with the other hand to let him see. "Goddamn, I'm gonna fucking enjoy stretching that hot little snatch out. Can't fucking wait to see my spunk leaking outta your little tight little fuckholes."

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A Chance Encounter

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Blaine wante to cry. He knew! He knew and he was going to call him a freak and kick him out of his room. Blaine began to squirm, trying to get out of Noah’s grasp so he could run away and hide without the humiliation of being sent away. But Noah wouldn’t let him go, he just kept probing at his pussy and now he was talking, what was he saying?

Forcing himself to listen, Blaine swallowed hard. He didn’t know who Buck Angel was, but obviously it was some Puck liked, if his reaction was anything to go by. And he wasn’t sending Blaine away with a disgusted look on his face. Maybe things wouldn’t be so bad…maybe. “Y-yes,” He whimpered. “I am.” Admitting to it outloud seemed to lift some othe weight off of his shoulders, making him relax back into Noah’s embrace.

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What: A first meeting between Puck and Blaine. When: During the North America branch of the first Prime Sacrifice world tour.

Puck's grin couldn't be wider as he worked a second finger into Blaine's dripping cunt. "Fucking hell. I gotta be the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet right now." He laughed, grinding his now fully hard cock against Blaine's barely covered ass with only the silk of his boxers keeping his head from dripping precum on his white cheeks. "Goddamn. I get to be the first cock to drill your tight ass and your hot little pussy? Fucking A, man," he laughed, holding Blaine against his chest while he continued to finger him. "And you're so goddamn wet for me too, ain't you," he whispered in his ear, the tip of his tongue just brushing the rim of Blaine's ear as he licked his lips.

His heart was pounding with excitement as he felt Blaine's arousal slicking his fingers with each pump. How fucking lucky could one guy get? Not just a virgin twink but a fucking virging boypussy on top of it! "You know what I'm gonna do to you?" he asked, panting against Blaine's neck. "I'm gonna fuck this hot little pussy with my cock until I bust a nut in your snatch, then I'm gonna hold you open and suck out every. last. drop." He licked a long stripe up the side of Blaine's neck. "And then maybe I'll do the same to your dirty little ass if you're a good boy."

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Blaine suddenly remembered why he had been apprehensive. Noah was about to find out his most deeply hidden secret, but he couldn’t get himself to form the words. “Noah, I-” Come on, come on, he yelled at himself. Tell him! The words wouldn’t come out though. “I-I- oh god, He moaned. Having someone else’s hands taking off his pants was such a foreign and very welcomed feeling, but it was so distracting. Before he could warn him, though, Noah was dipping his hand into his pants.

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What: A first meeting between Puck and Blaine. When: During the North America branch of the first Prime Sacrifice world tour.

Puck laughed softly at the sound of Blaine's protests, misreading the panic as anticipation. "Damn, boy, don't come before I even get my hand on your cock," he teased, nipping at the corner of Blaine's jaw. Then his breath caught in his throat, his eyes going wide as his seeking fingers slipped past swollen lips into the copious moisture seeping from between Blaine's thighs.

"Holy shit," he whispered, fingertips sliding over the hard button of Blaine's clit as he continued exploring despite the shock in his voice. "Holy shit. You got a fucking pussy?" His questing fingers found Blaine's entrance, his long middle finger sliding inside as he spoke. "You're one of them boys with cunts? Holy shit. Are you fucking for real or did I fall asleep watching Buck Angel porn?"

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Blaine’s breathing began to labor as Puck looked him over like a starving animal on the prowl. His touch felt like a torch burning a mark into his chest and his cock pressed into his backside made him gasp. That coupled with the words Noah was whispering into his ear was making Blaine squirm even harder. Of course, he knew he had been invited up to the room for sex, but hearing it laid out so bluntly made it seem very, very real all of a sudden.

It was obvious that Noah wanted an answer, but Blaine couldn’t make his voice work. So, he nodded vigorously, almost making his neck kink up. He wanted it so badly, even if he couldn’t voice it. This might not be what he excepted for his first time, but damn it, Noah was hot and willing and offering. “P-please,” He finally managed to croak out, pushing his ass back against Noah’s crotch.

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What: A first meeting between Puck and Blaine. When: During the North America branch of the first Prime Sacrifice world tour.

Puck growled softly, a smirk curling his lips as he let his free hand slide over Blaine's stomach. "Knew you wanted my cock," he whispered, nipping at Blaine's earlobe as his hand slipped down to tug at the younger man's belt, working it open. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard you'll still be feeling my cock in your ass a good week after I check out of this little nowhere town," he said, grinding his cock harder against Blaine's ass as he got his pants unfastened.

He chuckled softly as he slid his hand slowly into Blaine's pants, looking for the hard cock he knew had to be driving the twink crazy. "Wanna see how hard I'm making you," he said, his fingertips sliding slowly along the crease of Blaine's hip as he worked his pants lower and lower with each inch. "Must me driving you fucking nuts," he all but purred as his lips found Blaine's pulse, sucking on it.

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Blaine was not expecting Noah to answer the door in just his underwear, then again, he didn’t really know what he was excpeting at all. He stood there with his mouth hanging open like an idiot, staring at the well defined body before him, and he could feel wetness gathering between his legs. He squirmed a bit, uncomfortable with that development, before nodding and stepping into the room.

He stood in the middle of the room, unsure of what to do with himself. He arms hung limply by his sides as he stared at Noah. What was he suppoed to do in this situation? Was he supposed to get undressed and just…go for it? Or did Noah have something specific in mind? And, god, he didn’t even know about what was between Blaine’s legs. Noah would probably send him away after finding out. He was expecting a boy, with a penis. Not a freak.

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What: A first meeting between Puck and Blaine. When: During the North America branch of the first Prime Sacrifice world tour.

Puck closed the door behind him as he came in, watching him walk with a smirk. His eyes followed the way Blaine's pants stretched and relaxed over the planes of his ass as he walked with a hungry fascination. He could almost imagine how it'd feel to sink his cock in that tight little virgin ass. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment as he licked his lips, dragging his bottle up to his lips to take a drink and hide the soft groan threatening to escape as his cock started perking up.

"So," he murmured when he had control of himself again, his cock only slightly tenting the front of his boxers as he prowled around Blaine, looking him over possessively, "what's a pretty little thing like you doing in here, huh?" He pressed a hand to Blaine's chest as he stepped behind him, his arm hooking over Blaine's shoulder and pulling him back against his body as he pressed his half-erect cock against his ass through their clothes. "Don't you know I'll just eat you up, sweetheart?" he whispered in Blaine's ear, his breath hot and smelling faintly of beer as it brushed his cheek. "I invited you up here cause I wanna fuck this tight little ass of yours," he added, grinding his crotch against Blaine's ass. "You want that, sweetheart? You want the Puckster's cock? Hmm?"

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Nearly fourt-five minutes later, Blaine was standing outside of Noah’s door. He had checked in the rest of the bad and crew and then sat there anxiously bouncing his knee until Devon, the night shift manager, showed up to relieve him. After heading to the back office and chaning out of his uniform, Blaine had headed up to the rockstar’s hotel room.

He had no idea what he was doing, had no idea why he was even considering this, but he raised his hand and knocked on the door. As he waited, Blaine wiped his sweaty palms down his thighs. When the door swung open, Blaine smiled softly. “Hi.”

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What: A first meeting between Puck and Blaine. When: During the North America branch of the first Prime Sacrifice world tour.

By the time the knock came, Puck had already made himself comfortable in his room. And for Puck "comfortable" meant stripping down to his boxers, cracking open a beer, and lounging on the bed watching whatever he could find on TV. When the knock came, he glanced at the clock radio by the bed and smirked. Forty-five minutes. Oh yeah, that little twink wanted Puckasaurus bad.

He chuckled, climbing off the bed with his beer held between two fingers as he sauntered across the room to the door. He took a swig before opening the door, resting his shoulder against the door frame as he looked Blaine over with a lazy smile, waggling his bottle idly between his fingers as he licked his lips. "Well, well, look at you." He smirked, fully aware of how good he looked in nothing but his black boxers - he damn well put in the hours in the gym to pull it off too. "So you wanna come in?" he asked, raising a brow as gestured towards the room with a smirk.

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Blaine flushed a darker shade of red. He couldn’t lie and say that being hit on by a very attractive older man wasn’t very very nice, but he had zero experience with anything like this and he didn’t want to look like a foolish child. The lines he was feeding Blaine were cheesy, but they were working. Slowly, Blaine’s resolve began to crumble. This guy was only going to be here for one night acording to the computer, maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to have a little fun, and even if it ended in disaster when he saw what was between Blaine’s legs, at least Blaine knew he wouldn’t be dealing with the man every day.

"I’ll, um, think about it." He promised, just as the rest of, what Blaine assumed was, the band and crew walked into the lobby. He smiled at the man, Noah he remembered, and then turned his attention to the other men. "Hello and welcome to the Holiday Inn, checking in, I presume?" Blaine asked the first guy to walk up as he kept Noah in his peripheral. It mind was pretty much already made up. He would be going up there after his shift.

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What: A first meeting between Puck and Blaine. When: During the North America branch of the first Prime Sacrifice world tour.

Think about it, shemink about it, Puck thought cockily as he pulled himself up off the counter with another look over his future conquest and a lazy wink. That little twink's ass is mine. He didn't even bother to hide his confident swagger as he strolled across the lobby to the elevator, tapping the folder with his keycard in it against his leather clad chest with a grin.

First night of the first real world tour for the band. He had his guitar, his buds, and now a kickass night getting his rocks off swiping a local's V-card before the first big show. Aww yeah, things were definitely looking up for the Puckster.

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Blaine stared at his hand where the older man was touching him. Swallowing hard, he did his best to focus on what the man was saying. “O-oh, um, not a whole lot, actually,” He stuttered. “The only excitement around here is that the Denny’s just extended their hours to twenty-four and on Friday nights the movie theater plays old classics for a dollar.” Blaine explained, still staring at where this man was touching him.

Finally, he looked up at the man, determined to keep up his good customer service, but the man wasn’t looking at him, or rather, his face. Heat began to creep up the back of Blaine’s neck as he stood there under the man’s scrutiny. He’d never been looked at like that before. Sure, a few of the girls in high school had crushes on him, but he had gently turned them down, knowing full well that he was gay. Besides, those girls were expecting a boy with boy parts and well…

The words cut through Blaine’s thoughts like a well sharpened knife. His gaze snapped back to the man’s face and he flushed a deep red as the man’s words fully began to sink in. It was obvious that he wasn’t talking about the kind of customer service Blaine was used to providing. “I-I, well, um I-” He stuttered, not quiet sure how to answer. He’d never had someone ask something so personal before. “I’m not quite sure- what I mean is- I-I’ve never…” Blaine bit his lip, completely ashamed of the way he just blurted out that he was virgin to this complete stranger. He could feel his face turning into a tomato and he just wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole.

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What: A first meeting between Puck and Blaine. When: During the North America branch of the first Prime Sacrifice world tour.

Puck chuckled at his reply, sliding his hand higher to drag his thumb over the side of Blaine's palm in an almost possessive gesture. Sure, he probably wouldn't have been quite so blatant if the bus had stopped in a bigger town or if there were more people in the lobby, but it hadn't and there weren't, so there wasn't a whole lot of reasons Puck could see for holding his libedo in check. Besides, it'd been at least a week since his last good fuck and he was getting horny enough even some of the roadies were starting to look fuckable. He raised a brow with a wicked smirk. "Never, huh? You know, they say there's a first for everything."

He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a husky whisper almost designed to lure Blaine closer. "I mean, if you think Denny's is good, just wait till I show you how good an all you can eat pass can be." He licked his lips, smirk never faultering. "The Puckster can promise you a ride you won't ever forget. Don't you worry," his hand curled around Blaine's holding it fast, "I've been told I'm one hell of a rookie coach too."

"What do you say, Blaine?" he asked in that same low whisper, eyes locked with the younger man's as he smirked at him. "You know where I'm staying. All you got to do is come up after your shift and," his smirk widened, "then I'll make you come all over."

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Sunday’s were always so slow. Everyone had checked out by eleven am, as per the hotel’s policy, and very few checked in. Today, thankfully, there were at least a few phone calls for Blaine to answer, mostly people asking for a room. He had booked them, doing his best to fulfill all requests and then went back to twiddling his thumbs and playing spider solitaire on the front desk computer. It was getting late, thankfully near the end of his so very long shift, when a bus pulled up. Blaine tilted his head to the side in curiosity.

The man who had walked in was stunning, and Blaine could only stare as he walked toward him and the desk. he just hoped he was standing there with his mouth hanging open like a fool. When the man spoke, Blaine quickly pulled himself together and began searching through the computer. He pulled up the check in schedule, and sure enough Noah Puckerman was there. “Noah?” He double checked, glancing up at the man long enough to see his reaction. “Alright, you’ll be in room 304,” He picked up the now activated key card and slipped it into the paper holder before sliding it across the counter. “Here you are.”

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What: A first meeting between Puck and Blaine. When: During the North America branch of the first Prime Sacrifice world tour.

Puck's smirk grew into a smile as he let his fingers cover Blaine's for a moment as he slid the card across the counter. "So, Blaine, tell me what there is to do in a little place like this?" He let the tips of his fingers idly caress the back of the man's hand, not even bothering to hide his slow inspection. The tip of his tongue edged out to moisten his lips as he mentally stripped off that boring black vest and tie, raising a brow as he slowly bit his lip, feeling his body stir in appreciation of his imaginative look over the body beneath the uniform.

He let his eyes slowly rise back up to meet Blaine's, dark with an interest that went far beyond asking him out for coffee. There was a thread of lust curling through his voice when he spoke again. "Why don't you tell me about your personal views on how to properly provide service to your customers, Blaine?" he asked, biting his lower lip with a suggestive smirk.

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What: A first meeting between Puck and Blaine. When: During the North America branch of the first Prime Sacrifice world tour.

Noah "Puck" Puckerman hopped off the bus with a yawn, reaching up to run a hand over his signature mohawk as he looked around. Oh goodie. Another damn Holiday Inn in another damn forgetable town. He grimaced as he stretched, the rest of the band getting off the bus behind him. Well, if nothing else, at least Holiday Inn was usually pretty good about keeping things clean instead of some of the places they used to stay.

He grabbed his duffel bag out of the bus's storage compartment and slung it over his shoulder, ignoring the protests of the road crew unpacking the bus as he headed inside. He trudged through the doors as they slid open in front of him and into the front lobby. It'd been a long ride since their last stop and he was ready to catch some real shut eye, but his thoughts veered off in a different direction as he locked eyes with the handsome little clerk behind the desk. He smirked as he looked over the young man, feeling a twitch in his trousers as he licked his lips in appreciation. Couldn't hurt to try and get a little company now, could it?

He headed up to the counter with his most confident smirk in place as he leaned on the white counter in front of the young man. "Hey there," he said, his brows waggling as he let himself look him over. "Checking in. Name's Puckerman," his eyes flicked to the silver name tag pinned to the young man's vest, "You got room for me, Blaine?"