4 Minutes (or a ‘little’ more) | Puck & Kurt
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Puck was glaring at the whole...spectacle going on in front of him, trying to act like his usual self. Trying, because his lower half of his body wasn’t thinking the same as his upper half, apparently.
Yeah, he was a bit turned on. But not by Mercedes or all the other hot girls in cute uniforms running around, oh no. It was because of ‘Lady Hummel’. Yeah, he couldn’t believe it himself at first, but, it was definitely true. Everytime he dared to look at him, something twitched in his pants. He just held his hands on his lap and waited for the whole damn thing to end.
Once it was finally over, he hurried out of the gym, trying to find the ‘object’ of his sudden lust. He finally found him, grabbing him and pulling him to the most nearby male toilets, locking the door after he checked anyone was in there,because he’d stolen the keys from the janitor’s office and he didn’t want anyone to walk in on them, then rounded on the other boy.
“Now, Hummel. I have a ‘little’ problem and it’s all your fault.” He looked down, doing a little hip thrust, showing Kurt what he was talking about if he followed his gaze. “So? What are you going to do about it?”