Fluffy Love [Day 3: Whisper]
Title: Fluffy Love
Author: andromedacain
Prompt #: Whisper
Prompt table: I
Fandom: Glee
Rating: PG
Character/Pairing: Finn/Puck
Genre: Slash, Fluffy Romance
Word count: 700
Disclamer: I will never own Glee.
Summary: Finn and Puck talk during the wee hours of the night.
Author's Note: Pure sweet fluff. I did it to help me get over yesterday. I apologise for any cavities induced by this one.
The bright, slatted light that leaked from the lamppost outside into Finn’s room left a halo of gold around Finn’s body, casting a beautiful arc against his milky complexion. Puck found it hard to look away. So he didn’t.
Puck knew that Finn’s mom was downstairs sleeping; that he should have gotten up thirty minutes ago to find his pants and escape; that staying meant, at least in his mind, he accepted this as a real relationship between himself and Finn. And somehow, Puck wasn’t having a heart attack. Though he was sure it would start up in the morning.
Eyebrows knitting in his sleep, Finn let out a muffled sigh, moving closer to Puck’s warmth. Puck couldn’t help but run a hand through Finn’s hair, kissing the taller boy softly.
Finn groaned, slowly awakening. “Mm…Puck, what…” he said, too loudly.
“Shh, idiot! Don’t wake up your mom!” Puck whisper-yelled, poking Finn’s forehead.
Finn slowly nodded his head, eyes hooded in fatigue. “You, um…why are you still up?” he whispered, pulling the covers up to conceal more of his naked body.
Puck half-smiled, resting a hand on Finn’s back. “Your snoring keeps me up,” he lied, holding back a laugh at Finn’s expression.
“Jesus, I snore? Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I’ll get those nose strips or something. Write it on my hand so I don’t forget.”
Puck couldn’t help but quietly laugh. “Fuck, Finn, I’m kidding. If you tell anyone I said this I’ll deny it then kill you, but…you’re really cute when you sleep.” His cheeks reddened.
Finn’s eyes widened before he slowly smiled. “I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever admitted. Thanks, man, it musta been hard.”
Puck rolled his eyes. “Excruciatingly.” He pulled Finn closer in his arms, placing another kiss on Finn’s lips, this one longer and more passionate.
Finn ran a hand across Puck’s mohawk, kissing back. They only stopped when they realised they needed to breathe to keep living. They stared at each other, finding it hard to take breaths. Cradling Finn’s face in his hands, Puck pressed a kiss to Finn’s forehead. “You’re beautiful, you know it?”
Finn gasped quietly. “What?” he whispered, grabbing Puck’s wrist.
Puck raised an eyebrow. “Grow an ego. I’m not saying it again.” He looked away, staring at the light that traced patterns on Finn’s back. He pressed a finger against one of Finn’s many freckles.
Finn shivered at the touch. “You, um…I, actually…could you just say it again?” Finn asked, blushing.
Puck looked back at Finn, almost giving in at the sight of the boy’s innocent longing. Sighing, Puck said, “Jesus, what are you, a girl?” Finn just kept staring. Finally, Puck caved. “Finn Hudson,” he started, brushing a hand through the brunet’s hair, “you’re beautiful. And you’re the only person I ever want to be with. I…I love you.” He suddenly turned away, his back to Finn. “So, there,” he whispered, “that’s all I’m saying for a while. You’ll have to remember that the next time I’m a douchebag.” His cheeks were unbearably red.
Finn smiled. He’d never even thought Puck could feel something like that, especially for him. Lovingly yet a little unsure of himself, Finn wrapped a hand around Puck’s shoulder before pressing a kiss to Puck’s jaw. Turning his head, Puck studied the taller teen.
“You know I feel the same. I love you too, Noah Puckerman,” Finn declared, resting on his elbow and smiling softly.
Puck couldn’t help but return the smile. Adjusting the sheets so that they now covered Finn’s junk (they’d slipped when Finn adjusted himself), Puck wrapped his arms around Finn’s waist and pressed another kiss against Finn’s lips. “All of this love talk sickens me,” Puck announced, smiling to reassure Finn that he was joking.
Finn raised an eyebrow, half-smiling. “Fine with me. I’m tired anyway.” He burrowed into the pillow, about to fall asleep again.
Sighing, Puck dug his face into Finn’s hair. “I’ll never leave you, Finn. Don’t ever leave me.”
Finn smiled against Puck’s neck. “Wasn’t planning on it.”
Author: andromedacain
Prompt #: Whisper
Prompt table: I
Fandom: Glee
Rating: PG
Character/Pairing: Finn/Puck
Genre: Slash, Fluffy Romance
Word count: 700
Disclamer: I will never own Glee.
Summary: Finn and Puck talk during the wee hours of the night.
Author's Note: Pure sweet fluff. I did it to help me get over yesterday. I apologise for any cavities induced by this one.
The bright, slatted light that leaked from the lamppost outside into Finn’s room left a halo of gold around Finn’s body, casting a beautiful arc against his milky complexion. Puck found it hard to look away. So he didn’t.
Puck knew that Finn’s mom was downstairs sleeping; that he should have gotten up thirty minutes ago to find his pants and escape; that staying meant, at least in his mind, he accepted this as a real relationship between himself and Finn. And somehow, Puck wasn’t having a heart attack. Though he was sure it would start up in the morning.
Eyebrows knitting in his sleep, Finn let out a muffled sigh, moving closer to Puck’s warmth. Puck couldn’t help but run a hand through Finn’s hair, kissing the taller boy softly.
Finn groaned, slowly awakening. “Mm…Puck, what…” he said, too loudly.
“Shh, idiot! Don’t wake up your mom!” Puck whisper-yelled, poking Finn’s forehead.
Finn slowly nodded his head, eyes hooded in fatigue. “You, um…why are you still up?” he whispered, pulling the covers up to conceal more of his naked body.
Puck half-smiled, resting a hand on Finn’s back. “Your snoring keeps me up,” he lied, holding back a laugh at Finn’s expression.
“Jesus, I snore? Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I’ll get those nose strips or something. Write it on my hand so I don’t forget.”
Puck couldn’t help but quietly laugh. “Fuck, Finn, I’m kidding. If you tell anyone I said this I’ll deny it then kill you, but…you’re really cute when you sleep.” His cheeks reddened.
Finn’s eyes widened before he slowly smiled. “I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever admitted. Thanks, man, it musta been hard.”
Puck rolled his eyes. “Excruciatingly.” He pulled Finn closer in his arms, placing another kiss on Finn’s lips, this one longer and more passionate.
Finn ran a hand across Puck’s mohawk, kissing back. They only stopped when they realised they needed to breathe to keep living. They stared at each other, finding it hard to take breaths. Cradling Finn’s face in his hands, Puck pressed a kiss to Finn’s forehead. “You’re beautiful, you know it?”
Finn gasped quietly. “What?” he whispered, grabbing Puck’s wrist.
Puck raised an eyebrow. “Grow an ego. I’m not saying it again.” He looked away, staring at the light that traced patterns on Finn’s back. He pressed a finger against one of Finn’s many freckles.
Finn shivered at the touch. “You, um…I, actually…could you just say it again?” Finn asked, blushing.
Puck looked back at Finn, almost giving in at the sight of the boy’s innocent longing. Sighing, Puck said, “Jesus, what are you, a girl?” Finn just kept staring. Finally, Puck caved. “Finn Hudson,” he started, brushing a hand through the brunet’s hair, “you’re beautiful. And you’re the only person I ever want to be with. I…I love you.” He suddenly turned away, his back to Finn. “So, there,” he whispered, “that’s all I’m saying for a while. You’ll have to remember that the next time I’m a douchebag.” His cheeks were unbearably red.
Finn smiled. He’d never even thought Puck could feel something like that, especially for him. Lovingly yet a little unsure of himself, Finn wrapped a hand around Puck’s shoulder before pressing a kiss to Puck’s jaw. Turning his head, Puck studied the taller teen.
“You know I feel the same. I love you too, Noah Puckerman,” Finn declared, resting on his elbow and smiling softly.
Puck couldn’t help but return the smile. Adjusting the sheets so that they now covered Finn’s junk (they’d slipped when Finn adjusted himself), Puck wrapped his arms around Finn’s waist and pressed another kiss against Finn’s lips. “All of this love talk sickens me,” Puck announced, smiling to reassure Finn that he was joking.
Finn raised an eyebrow, half-smiling. “Fine with me. I’m tired anyway.” He burrowed into the pillow, about to fall asleep again.
Sighing, Puck dug his face into Finn’s hair. “I’ll never leave you, Finn. Don’t ever leave me.”
Finn smiled against Puck’s neck. “Wasn’t planning on it.”