down the river of night's dreaming
Because I finally got into writing my reel_glee fic (I swear to god, it's like it hates me or something) and now I have to go to bed, I am stealing this meme from pretty much every Glee person on my flist:
Give me a word and a pairing/character and I will give you at least one line of fic. I don't promise it will be a full story, but it could ( Read more... )
Give me a word and a pairing/character and I will give you at least one line of fic. I don't promise it will be a full story, but it could ( Read more... )
Finn groans loudly and Puck is momentarily amused that Finn’s groan of misery is almost identical to his groan of pleasure. But then Finn says, “I think I’m gonna hurl!” and Puck stops smiling.
“Dude,” he warns. “Not in my car. We’re almost to my place.”
Puck drives a little bit slower, pulls onto his driveway as smoothly as possible and helps Finn into his house and up the stairs into Puck’s bedroom.
Finn flops down on Puck’s bed.
“This is all your fault,” Finn complains. “I hate you.”
Puck flips him off and yanks Finn’s shoes off his feet. Finn moans again as the movement shakes his body and he clutches his stomach.
“You didn’t have to accept the dare,” Puck reminds him and Finn lifts his head feebly from the pillow.
“Sure. And have you call me a pussy for wimping out?”
Puck shrugs. “I didn’t make you eat 20 cheeseburgers in one sitting. You brought this on yourself.”
“I think I might be dying,” Finn complains, curling up on his side miserably.
Puck watches his friend, his bro, his...something more that they don’t give a title to because that might make it real and/or gay.
Then he kicks off his own shoes and crawls onto the bed behind Finn.
“Stop being a baby,” he says, spooning up behind him and sliding his hand across Finn’s stomach.
“If you punch me, I will hurl all over your Megan Fox poster,” Finn warns and Puck laughs.
“Just shut up,” he says, beginning to rub his hand in gentle circles on Finn’s stomach. The touch is light, enough to soothe without making things worse.
After a few moments Finn sighs and relaxes, body going limp against Puck.
“Thanks,” Finn says quietly and Puck doesn’t respond because this isn’t going to be a thing that they talk about. It’s just something to make his boy feel better.
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I'm glad you liked it! :DDDDD Puck would secretly feel bad about making Finn sick, and Finn would secretly pretend to still feel ill even after he felt better just so Puck would keep on rubbing his tummy. Ugh, adorable boys.
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