Skank!Kurt/Puck Drabble #3/9 (R)
Warnings: piercing, slight bloodplay
Puck holds the ice cube against Kurt’s chest using a thick hand towel, since having numb fingers is not a good idea right now. Kurt’s shuddering a little as he holds the packaged needle and turns it over in his hands. “You’re sure this’s how they did yours?”
”Yeah, sure,” Puck agrees. Well, he had his done by a professional in a shop using his fake ID, but it didn’t look that hard. “That’s the real kind of needle and everything. I swiped it when I got mine done.”
Kurt sets the needle package down and nods at Puck. “That’s enough.”
Puck nods and washes his hands again before making sure the steel barbell is ready to go. He straddles Kurt’s lap and lets his weight settle on those distracting thighs. With his left hand, Puck pinches Kurt’s nipple to get it to stand up. Kurt wriggles below him at the touch. His skin is cold and pale from the ice and Puck wants to do this before it warms up again.
“Last chance to punk out, Hummel,” Puck says, a challenge in his grin.
Kurt growls, “I ain’t punking out. Do it.”
Puck wonders if Kurt knows how high his voice gets when he’s nervous, and smiles. He opens the needle package and takes the needle in his right hand. He pinches Kurt’s nipple again with his left. To distract the kid, Puck leans forward and kisses him roughly.
He pushes the needle through and pulls it out the other side. Kurt throws his head back and gasps as Puck throws the needle into the sink and starts threading the barbell before there’s too much blood to see what he’s doing.
“Fuck!” Kurt gasps as he brings his head forward again. This time his voice is lower than Puck’s ever heard it and he can’t help but groan a little in response and turn his hips in a small, involuntary movement.
Kurt rocks his hips in response, but he’s looking down at the piercing and wiping away the trickle of blood with one finger. “How does it look?” he asks as he slips the stained finger into his mouth and sucks on it.
Groaning, Puck rocks his hips and replies, “So fucking hot. Does it hurt?”
“Badass,” Puck grins and threads his hands through pink-streaked hair to pull Kurt’s mouth up for another sinfully distracting kiss.