"Lock the door," Finn said, and Puck reached over to press the button.
"Don't want a surprise visit from Mom tonight?" Puck grinned.
"No, and that is so not an image I want in my mind right now," Finn said, pointing an accusing finger in Puck's face. Puck effectively quashed Finn's ire by taking the finger in his mouth and using his tongue to... Finn let out a gasp, holding Puck's hips close, grinding against him.
"Like that?" Puck said, intrigued. He snaked a hand around between Finn's legs and found the shape of his cock, outlined against his jeans, and gripped it in the palm of his hand, offering pressure in just the right places. "Yeah, I guess you do," he hummed.
Finn buried his face in Puck's shoulder to muffle the noises coming from his mouth. He'd never been particularly vocal during sex before, and he was a little embarrassed. "Sl-slow down," he hissed.
Puck immediately moved his hand back to Finn's ribs and looked a facsimile of contrite. "Sorry," he drawled.
Finn wasn't sure how he'd lost control of the situation, but he wanted it back. It hadn't been like this with Kurt. There'd been mutual exploration, and they were talking and suggesting and giving feedback through the whole thing, with equal give and take. He realized Puck was probably used to taking the lead with girls, but he knew that wasn't what Puck wanted here, with him. It was up to Finn to figure out how to keep him out of the driver's seat.
"Take off your pants," he ordered. The smirk dropped from Puck's face, and he stumbled back, falling onto the bed. Finn pushed his advantage, stepping forward to stand over him. "Come on," he said, putting steel into his voice. Puck's eyes fell and he struggled to comply, his breath coming quicker. Finn grinned to himself. Better.
Puck wore blue boxer briefs, which clung to his thighs and outlined everything they contained. Still wearing his jeans, Finn pushed him down onto the bed, kneeling on top of him and stretching him out full length, Puck's arms over his head. Puck looked up at him and smiled a lazy smile that made Finn's thighs quiver – god, that's what they mean when they say "bedroom eyes" – and started to say something clever, but Finn put a finger over his mouth to hush him. "Don't talk," he said, and Puck stopped. He looked uncertain.
"Yes, that's how I want you," Finn murmured. He intertwined the fingers of his other hand briefly with Puck's, squeezing, then gathered both of Puck's hands together with one hand around his wrists. "Can you keep your hands up there, or do I need to tie them?"
Puck's eyes widened, but he opened his mouth, then shut it again quickly and shook his head. Finn let go, and Puck stayed where Finn had put him. "That's right," Finn smiled, nodding his approval, and Puck blushed from the top of his scalp to the base of his throat. Finn thought it was a good look on him. I bet Puck doesn't get a lot of approval, he suddenly thought, and resolved to change that.
Finn stretched out alongside Puck on the narrow bed and propped himself up on his forearm, their legs and knees and hips lined up and pressed together. He looked down at him, laid out like this, shook his head a little, smiling, wondering how he'd gotten so lucky to be here with Puck, like this, in this moment. He cupped Puck's face in one hand and kissed him, this time slowly, gently, tenderly. Puck groaned, but he didn't move his hands from over his head. It made Finn breathless to watch him like this, so vulnerable, so obedient.
He hesitated, then forged ahead. "Tell me when you realized you wanted… me, in charge, like this." Finn trailed his fingers down Puck's cheek, his neck, along his collarbone, down the curve of his sharply defined pecs. Puck closed his eyes and shuddered.
"D- during our mashup, and after," Puck whispered hoarsely. "I knew I… wanted you before that, but I wasn't letting myself think about it much."
"How long, before that?"
Puck's eyes were still closed. "A long time. Maybe… years."
"Did it freak you out?"
"A little. Mostly I thought it would freak you out. You were always so s-straight." Puck's laugh was incredulous and shaky.
"I thought the same thing about you," Finn admitted. "That's why I couldn't sleep, a couple weeks back. I started having these really crazy sex dreams about you."
"Really?" Puck gulped, smiling, all bravado gone. "… Wow. You're going to have to tell me about those."
"Yeah… they were pretty intense," Finn said, remembering. He looked at Puck. "Dude, you're changing the subject. What about after the mashup?"
"Then I got pissed at you in the hallway and punched you, and you hit me back."
"You liked it," Finn said. Puck squirmed uncomfortably. His arms were still fixed above his head. Finn marveled at his self-control.
"I… yeah, I liked it," Puck said. "Partly I liked that… you meant it. You knew what you wanted and you were going to… take it." He whimpered as Finn grazed his left nipple, feeling the ring with one finger. "But… I liked it."
"You want me to… hit you." Finn felt his own cock jump as he said it. He twisted the nipple ring a little and Puck groaned, low and long, and turned his face away.
"Yes," he hissed, flushing again. "Only… only if you want to."
"I don't really understand it," Finn confessed. "But… yeah, I think I liked it, too. I think I want to." Puck's look of anticipation made him smile. "But I'm worried about hurting you – I mean, your dad –"
"I told you, I know you're not like that," Puck shook his head. "I trust you."
Finn laughed. "I'm not sure why. I have no idea what I'm doing."
"Yeah, you do," Puck said softly. "You always know." His eyes were shining, fixed on Finn, and under the weight of that gaze Finn experienced the most indescribable rush of feeling in his chest, spreading through his arms and legs and gut.
Puck cleared his throat. "Can I move my hands now?"
"Okay," said Finn, and Puck's arms came suddenly down around him, pulling him on top of him, pressing their bodies together. Finn made a noise of surprise, and Puck rolled him over onto his back, straddling him.
"These jeans look hot on you," he said, "but I think they need to come off now." Puck looked up at him through dark lashes and put his hands on Finn's zipper. "Can I -?"
"Y-yeah," Finn said, feeling the control slipping away again, but willing to let it, to let Puck… drive for a while. It was his turn to explore. He hadn't had Kurt these past few weeks, teaching him. "You've never done this before, have you? With a guy?"
"Maybe," Puck said, and pulled Finn's zipper down, sliding his hands under the waistband and tugging off his jeans.
"Dude!" Finn grabbed Puck's wrist, shocked. "What? You never told me."
"Oh, come on. What was I going to say, huh?" Puck looked at him sideways, shoving Finn's jeans onto the floor. "I was drunk, there was a four-way. It was just one of those things that happened. And as far as I knew, you were straight."
"I was still your friend," Finn grumbled, but he knew he was being unreasonable. "You could have told me." He realized the thought of anyone else with Puck, but especially the thought of Puck with another guy, made him feel incredibly angry.
"How about you?" Puck said.
"Um." He remembered Kurt climbing onto his lap and whispering, It'll be our secret, and he said, "One guy."
Puck raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his bare chest. "Hypocritical much?"
"Okay, you're right. Forget it." He lay back and sighed. He wasn't ready to think about Kurt.
"Do you want me to go?" Puck asked. His question was casual, but Finn could recognize the lines of worry on his face.
"No." He reached out a hand. Puck took it, and he pulled Puck back down on top of him. The sensation of additional skin and fewer layers of clothing was wonderful. Finn closed his eyes and wrapped his arms and legs around Puck, immersing himself in the feeling. "I need this," he whispered.
Puck shivered. "Whatever you want, you've got it."
Finn rolled him over so they were lying side by side again. He slid an arm under Puck's neck, and then slipped his fingers under the waistband of Puck's shorts. Puck's eyes were calm and trusting. Finn leaned in to kiss him, and when he wrapped his hand around the base of Puck's cock, Puck hummed approval into his mouth.
Finn let himself be overwhelmed by all the sensations: the sight of Puck's beautiful, powerful body, pressed so close to his; the sound of Puck's hitching breath and rhythmic moans; feeling the slickness of his thick, hard shaft rubbing against the webbing of his thumb. He inhaled the heady aroma of their sweat and sex, and thought he'd never smelled anything so incredibly erotic in his life. He turned his head and bit Puck gently on the neck.
"Fuck, yes," Puck breathed, thrusting harder into Finn's hand. Finn watched Puck's hand come up and tug on his own nipple ring, and Finn leaned down and mirrored Puck's actions with his tongue on Puck's other nipple. Puck's breath quickened. "Ohhhh…" he groaned, "Finn, god, I'm gonna –"
Finn felt the hot, spurting wetness on his hand just moments before he thrust once, twice against Puck's leg, and buried his face in Puck's chest to muffle his own cries. They rocked together, taut and tight, as the pulses of electricity slowed and subsided.
Puck's breathing quieted and he rolled away from Finn to sit on the edge of the bed. Finn sat up and touched his shoulder. "Puck?"
"Just… a second," he said, his voice choked, knocking Finn's hand away.
Finn swallowed, hesitated, then remembered the moment on the stairs at school, the nightmare at Puck's. He put a firm arm around Puck's shoulder and lifted him up, pulled him right into his lap. Puck struggled, but Finn held him tight. "Shhh," he said, bringing one hand up to stroke his head, using firm touches to calm Puck down. "It's okay. There's nothing wrong. I'm right here."
Puck shuddered and gave up, crying long, gasping sobs and going limp as Finn supported him, with those long strokes down his head, neck and back. He supposed he could have been worried about Puck, but it just felt right. There was something powerfully compelling about holding Puck like this while he lost control. He needs this, Finn thought, but so do I.
"That was… you were amazing," he said to Puck after his sobs subsided.
Puck looked at him uncertainly, uselessly wiping at his face and eyes. Finn nodded affirmation, and he looked back at the floor.
"I'm pretty fucked up, Finn," he said, his voice low. "I don't… I can't imagine you want to deal with… this." He gestured at himself.
"Yes, I do," Finn insisted. "God, Puck, you're my best friend, but I've been dreaming – hoping – but I really never thought, never expected – and then here you were, and fuck, that was so hot. So hot. I loved it." He put a hand on the back of Puck's neck and gripped it tightly, and Puck relaxed in his arms. "I'd do it again right now, if I could."
Puck laughed, a shaky sound, but honest. "Give me five minutes," he said.
Finn took Puck by the shoulders and held him out at arm's length to look into his face. Puck, reluctantly, looked back, eyes red.
"I want this," Finn said. "I want you. Just as you are. I want to give you this, if you want it." He hesitated, then held Puck's chin firmly. "Tell me right now."
"Yes sir," Puck said quickly, then turned beet red. "Yes," he repeated, softer. "I want it."
Finn nodded, feeling oddly pleased by the "sir." "You.. I want you to tell me everything you want," he said. "Don't hold back. You won't scare me." He rolled his eyes. "I mean, god, if we can deal with Quinn and the baby, we can do anything."
"What… do you want to do about that?" Puck asked.
Finn sighed. "I don't know yet. I'm going to have to think about it. Tomorrow. Right now I need a shower, and clean sheets, and sleep, in that order."
Puck stretched mightily and cracked his back. Finn watched him hungrily, and shook his head grinning. "I really could do it again right now," he said, running a finger down Puck's abs to touch his sticky underwear.
"Dude, you are going to be toast tomorrow at school unless you sleep," Puck chuckled.
"You, too." He hesitated, then suggested casually, "You can stay here, if you want."
Puck looked sharply at him. "Are you sure that's a good idea?" he asked, but his eyes were hopeful. "Would you actually sleep?"
"I sleep best with someone else next to me," he said honestly. He did not say, Kurt and I found that out last week.
Puck paused. Then he smiled, nodded. "I think I'd sleep better, too. I need to call my mom and let her know I'm staying here. She won't notice until morning, but…" He shrugged.
"Why don't you go shower first, and I'll get some clean sheets?" He put a hand behind Puck's neck and pulled him in to a long, slow kiss. Then he let him go with a smile.
As soon as Puck was out of the room, he picked up his phone. 3 texts – Kurt Hummel, it said.
12:39am – How did it it go?
1:05am – This bodes well! LMK how you are.
2:16am – Hope you're OK – I'm sleeping now – call to wake me up! Seriously.
Kurt picked up on the second ring, sounding sleepy and breathless. "Finn? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm very okay," he said, smiling. "We… it went well."
"Oh, Finn." He could hear the pleasure in Kurt's voice. "It's your happy ending. Or beginning, I suppose."
"Beginning, definitely," he agreed. "There were some… surprises."
"All good, I hope," Kurt said, and yawned. "I want to hear all about it tomorrow. Thanks for calling, Finn."
Finn paused, then said, reluctantly, "I guess we have some decisions to make about… things."
"Finn… don't worry about it. It'll all be fine. We'll talk tomorrow. Get some sleep." Kurt's voice was calm and reassuring. "Good night."
"Good night, Kurt," he said, softly.
Kurt set the phone down on the couch cushion and huddled under the fleece blanket, reaching for another tissue. There was already a pile of them on the floor next to the couch. Usually he was meticulous about cleaning things like that up, but not tonight. Tonight he would stay on the couch and hope sleep might claim him if he waited long enough.
He doubted it.
The phone buzzed. Kurt quickly picked it up.
1 text – Noah Puckerman
3:21am – Got my absolution. Thanks.
Kurt, who'd already shed more tears that night than he thought possible, buried his face in his hands and sobbed.