Disclaimer: I'm 'fraid to say that I have no claim over Glee.
A/N: This is the first time I've written anything like this. So I hope I did well. Beta is Lezi and it's written for RicaResinRP as a birthday gift. (That's both of their LJ names, I'm not sure what their names are here...)

Kurt knew that Puck liked him. He knew. He also knew that the other boy was trying to deny his feelings, which is a big no-no. Deny your feelings and you end up going crazy and, knowing Puck, that would mean he'd set fire to the local coffee shop, and Kurt needs that coffee shop to stay open.

So he corners Puck one day after school and, without preamble, says, "I don't want you to picture yourself throwing me up against the wall and kissing me."

Puck froze and swallowed, eyes locking on Kurt. "What?"

Kurt shrugged. "I said I don't want you to picture yourself throwing me up against the wall and kissing me. Don't think about how close and hot our bodies would be, almost feverish. I don't want you to picture how I would taste and definitely don't think about marking me in a place that I couldn't cover with a scarf."

Puck licked his lips and blinked a bit. "I don't-"

"That's right," Kurt nodded, voice deeper, "You don't think about how it would feel if I was so close, you could feel my breath seemingly wander over your skin. Or how my fingers would feel gripping your arm as you fumble while unbuttoning my shirt before throwing it on the back of a chair. Don't imagine how it'd appear-the sun, as it comes in from the window, not only causes the lazy dust in the air to show up, but makes my pale, unmarked skin glow."

Puck glanced at a dust mote drifting in the air, watching as it slothfully landed on Kurt's shoulder.

"And don't, under any circumstances, imagine what I could do, considering I don't have a gag reflex."

Puck's eyes grew at the last statement as he glanced down at Kurt's lips.

"Don't think about me falling to my knees and possibly ruining a pair of jeans that cost more than your inclusive wardrobe. Don't picture my hands reaching out, shaking as I grab a hold of your zipper, pulling it down so slowly." He licked his lips slowly before continuing, "You shouldn't think about how you'd be able to hear each click of the zipper's teeth as I unfasten it, and how my nimble fingers would reach through the aperture, flicking up and undoing the button on your jeans."

Kurt took a step forward and ducked his head a bit. The sun shone off his hair, making Puck see the array of colors that lay through it. Kurt then looked up at Puck through his thick eyelashes. "I don't want you to picture what it'd be like when I finally get you into my mouth… when I swallow you whole. Don't think about the difference between my hot, wet lips and the cool air on your dick. You definitely can't think about how I'd hum in pleasure at your taste. Don't think about the fact that I can double-knot a cherry stem, or the-"

"Fuckin' hell, Kurt, how am I not supposed to think of your mouth around my dick?" Puck then reached forward and made sure that he wasn't picturing any of those images Kurt put in his head; he made sure he was seeing him. Made them fact.