fic: Dude, You're Huge! (22/?)
Title: Dude, You're Huge
Part: 22/?
Author: chordykins
Spoilers: entire of season two
Summary: Sam's new found information causes some tension with Finn.
Pairing: Finn/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Words: 2,246
Things seemed to start looking up in the morning. Sam didn’t tell Finn directly that he had changed his mind, or saw sense whichever, but he completely forgot the topic and decided to focus on the things that really mattered and the only thing he had in his life at the moment was Finn.
The tension between the boys completely disappeared, not gone unnoticed by Mrs. Hudson who made it her mission to bring it up as much as possible during breakfast.
But once they set off for school it started to sink in; things may be better with Finn but that didn’t change the fact that Karofsky had made it his mission to torture them - or at least Sam - and they could do nothing about it. Telling Principle Figgins would be pointless, Mr. Schue even more so, so all they could do is stick it out until Dave gave up or moved on to his next victims. Regardless of how their day would be, no matter how painful and humiliating the bullying would be, Sam refused to revert to his previous plan of action (for Finn’s sake at least.)
Thankfully their first few lessons were pretty uneventful. Nothing too bad, the usual under the breath jokes but Sam managed to contain himself long enough to get out of the class rooms. Usually Sam would never be so hot-headed, and it’s not even about what they’re saying about him; it’s more about what they say about Finn that really gets to him.
During lunch Sam decided to hit the gym to release all the tension the day was building but as soon as he got there - presuming it would be empty because everyone was too busy eating their lunch - he ran straight into the only person taking advantage of the gym; Karofsky.
“Come to perv, faggot?” Karofsky jeered instantly, laughing as he squared up to Sam.
Sam didn’t back off, he kept walking to the weights. “Don’t flatter yourself, Karofsky.”
He only managed to set down his bag before he was tossed back against the wall followed by a strong blow to the stomach. It hurt more than usual, although fine now it takes more than a few weeks to heal after being hit by a truck at full speed.
Taking a few seconds to recover himself and catch his breath, Sam gave Karofsky a hard shove. “What’s you’re problem?!” Sam asked, knowing the answer and yet he couldn’t stop the question from coming out.
“Other than the flaming homo coming to perv on me in the gym? Why don’t you go back to your butt buddy, at least he’ll enjoy it. Does Finny boy like it, Sam? Does he like it when you get on your knees for him?”
Sam tried, he really tired, not to do anything, not to retaliate but it was all too much. The comment about Finn was what really sent him over the edge, and then Sam spoke. “You’d like that wouldn’t you, someone on their knees for you? I hear you’re partial to a bit of dick yourself, Karofsky.”
“What are you talking about?” Karofsky’s tone seemed to change completely.
“I’m talking about you being just as gay as I am.” Sam felt bad as soon as he said it, and even worse when he heard the gym door slam shut. Someone must’ve walked in whilst they were fighting, the shouting must’ve attracted someone and now they knew and Sam had accidently done what he promised himself he wouldn’t. “Karofsky, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for anyone else to hear, I-“
“I have to go.” Karofsky’s face was completely pale, shock and fear ridden. Sam remembered what that felt like.
Dave grabbed his bag and practically ran from the room. Sam followed and as soon as he heard the laughing his heard completely sunk. It had already started. People were already shouting abuse at Dave as he ran down the hallway and all Sam could do was watch.
Suddenly it wasn’t about him, and even though that’s exactly what Sam wanted he would take all the abuse if he had to - but nothing could take it back now, the truth was out and Sam caused it all. He now understood what Finn meant. The guilt took over and it hurt even more now that Sam could literally do nothing to help him. He was just so sorry.
“What did you do?” Finn voice made Sam’s heart sink even further, if even possible.
He was pulled back into the empty gym. Finn didn’t seem happy.
“Finn, I didn’t mean to I swear. We were fighting, it just came out.” Sam tried to explain, but it just seemed to make Finn even angrier.
“You know, I thought you moved past this. I thought, last night. Sam, I can’t believe you’ve done this.”
“I didn’t mean to, it just happened, someone heard and…” Sam couldn’t even explain how sorry he was, even if Finn would believe him.
“I can’t even talk to you right now.” And with that Finn stormed out of the gym, leaving Sam to the silence.
Not only had he ruined Karofsky’s life, but he had pushed Finn so much that he couldn’t even talk to him. Everything was going wrong and it was all Sam’s fault. If Finn was bad when Sam brought up the idea, there was no way a cuddle session would fix it when Sam actually followed though, accidentally or not. There was no way he could go home tonight.
The rest of the school day Sam had to sit through his classes listening to the aftermath of what did, all the whispering about Karofsky, the joking. People left him alone, but Sam would rather it be the other way around if he didn’t have to feel so guilty - and he was guilty, completely and utterly guilty.
When it came to the end of the day, Sam walked to the parking lot and Finn’s car was already gone. He just stood there as people passed him, watching them drive off. The lot was getting quite empty when Puck walked up and tapped Sam on the shoulder.
“Need a ride?” Puck directed him to his truck.
“I, um, actually, could I crash at your place? Finn and I aren’t exactly getting along.” A complete understatement but Sam didn’t want to go into it.
Puck gave him a confused look, but then nodded and gestured Sam to the car. “It’s no problem. Mom and Sarah are out all night.”
Sam got in the passenger side, practically unmoving as Puck began to drive.
“Is this about what happened with Karofsky? I heard you kicked him out of the closet.” Puck asked cautiously.
“Kind of, yes, I guess. And it was an accident, I didn’t mean for it to get out.” Sam collapsed his head into his hands. “Can we not talk about it; I don’t want to think about it.”
Puck smiled a little, still focusing on the road, and nodded. “Sure thing, dude, what do you want to do tonight? We can get take out if you want? Play a little Halo? Been a while since I kicked your ass!”
“Please, I owned you so many times you didn’t even know what day it was.” Sam finally laughed. “Thanks, Puck.”
He didn’t even know why he was thanking him, but he figured it was the proper thing to do. He was being a friend, a good friend. Sam never expected them to get back to this point at all, especially not after everything that happened between them.
“It’s fine; just don’t go all girly on me. The Puckasaurus can’t deal with that.”
“No problem, just don’t cry when I kick your ass at Halo.”
Both boys broke out into laughter, and after a few more minutes of bashful banter and a full speech about Puck’s badassness they arrived at Puck’s house.
“You’ll have to share a bed with me, the couch is so uncomfortable. You don’t mind do you?” Puck asked, leading Sam to his room.
“No that’s fine.”
Puck’s room was exactly how he imagined it. Messy, clothes strung everywhere, underwear just lying around, bed barely made, and a musky manly smell lingered. It was different from Finn’s but not in a bad way.
They must’ve played Halo for hours, constantly wanting to top one another. Ate take out, had a few too many drinks - way too many for Sam’s lightweight body to handle. So completely a completely drunk Sam couldn’t stop rambling on about Finn and what happened - whether Puck wanted to hear it or not - and how Finn would probably break up with him now and he’ll have nowhere to live and he even mentioned considering prostitution as a joke though a merely tipsy Puck didn’t laugh.
Once the game completely blurry to Sam the blonde collapsed back onto the bed, laughing a little at how messed up his life had really become.
“You don’t understand that everything’s a mess. I’m probably single, I have no where to live now, and I’m really horny.” The last part was definitely the alcohol talking and the alcohol was doing a little acting too as he pulled Puck down to lay next to him. “I’m really horny.” Sam moved in and kissed Puck and it was a good few seconds before Puck lightly pushed him back.
“Sam, what are you doing? You’re really drunk; you love Finn, and little messed up right now. This is probably not the best idea.” Puck spoke softly, still very close to Sam’s face, close to enough to feel the boys hot breath hitting his face. “Remember the last time? How you felt? You don’t want to do this again.”
“Are you saying you don’t want to?” Sam had no idea what he was saying, half of his words were slurred and he was getting hotter than the sun - translation being way too drunk to function or thing straight about anything. “Last time was different, c’mon.” Sam moved forwards again, grazing their lips before being pushed back again with tiny force.
“Sam, please.” Puck spoke with closed eyes.
“It will be fine.” Says the 7 shots of tequila and 5 beers. “I just want…”
Puck pulled Sam towards him, reconnecting their lips with force, practically lying on top of the blonde boy.
Sam moaned in response, allowing entry to Puck’s warm tongue. He shifted a little, pulling Puck the rest of the way on top of him. He could feel Puck’s hardness against his own through their jeans and before Sam knew it he was bucking up against the boy for even more contact, Puck complying and grinding down against him.
He managed to pull of Puck’s wife beater, running his hands all over his torso as they continued to kiss ferociously. Sam’s hands ran up and down his back before rolling them over and taking over the kiss and grinding his ass down onto the tight crotch of Puck’s jeans.
“Shit, Sam.” Puck groaned against the boys large lips, guiding his hands under his shirts whilst pushing his hips up in rhythm with Sam going down.
“We need lube.” Sam moaned into the crook of Puck’s neck, licking at the hot olive colored skin.
Puck didn’t speak but he did move Sam off of him to get up and start rummaging through his bed side drawers before pulling out the see through bottle filled with liquid.
Sam didn’t think to ask why Puck would ever have lube. Instead he stripped down completely and lay back down on the bed where he was met by an equally naked Puck. Sam didn’t see much of Puck way back in the truck but he could now appreciate why the girls go crazy for him. There was just something.
They began kissing again and Sam groaned loudly into Puck’s mouth once he felt the boy’s wet, cold finger prodding at his hole.
It wasn’t long before Sam spread his legs and Puck rested in between them, pressing his large, bare dick into Sam all the way until Sam felt Puck’s balls slap against his ass. Sam could appreciate the fact that Puck’s family wasn’t home because he made a loud, indescribable noise as the boy pulled out and forcefully pushed back in with a groan.
Feeling Puck’s tight fist on his own dick, Sam knew - even when intoxicated - that this wasn’t going to last long. The way Puck moving, hitting his prostate almost every time, was amazing. Sam couldn’t contain the noises, the groans, and neither could Puck who was almost as loud although managed to muffle his noises as he sucked numerous bruises into the pale skin of Sam’s neck.
Sam could feel his orgasm building slowly, rising to the surface until without warning his shot his load all over Puck’s hand and their chests. Sam didn’t have time to come down from his high because Puck kept going, faster and faster until he groaned into a kiss whilst coming inside Sam.
“Fuck…” Puck uttered, rolling next to Sam.
Both boys were panting profusely, the bodies glistening with sweat and cum. Sam was completely wasted and now utterly tired out and it wasn’t long before he just shut down and fell asleep next to Puck. Both naked, both asleep and both knowing they’d regret it once they sobered up - Sam especially.
If the Karofsky situation didn’t make Finn hate Sam, this sure would.
Part: 22/?
Author: chordykins
Spoilers: entire of season two
Summary: Sam's new found information causes some tension with Finn.
Pairing: Finn/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Words: 2,246
Things seemed to start looking up in the morning. Sam didn’t tell Finn directly that he had changed his mind, or saw sense whichever, but he completely forgot the topic and decided to focus on the things that really mattered and the only thing he had in his life at the moment was Finn.
The tension between the boys completely disappeared, not gone unnoticed by Mrs. Hudson who made it her mission to bring it up as much as possible during breakfast.
But once they set off for school it started to sink in; things may be better with Finn but that didn’t change the fact that Karofsky had made it his mission to torture them - or at least Sam - and they could do nothing about it. Telling Principle Figgins would be pointless, Mr. Schue even more so, so all they could do is stick it out until Dave gave up or moved on to his next victims. Regardless of how their day would be, no matter how painful and humiliating the bullying would be, Sam refused to revert to his previous plan of action (for Finn’s sake at least.)
Thankfully their first few lessons were pretty uneventful. Nothing too bad, the usual under the breath jokes but Sam managed to contain himself long enough to get out of the class rooms. Usually Sam would never be so hot-headed, and it’s not even about what they’re saying about him; it’s more about what they say about Finn that really gets to him.
During lunch Sam decided to hit the gym to release all the tension the day was building but as soon as he got there - presuming it would be empty because everyone was too busy eating their lunch - he ran straight into the only person taking advantage of the gym; Karofsky.
“Come to perv, faggot?” Karofsky jeered instantly, laughing as he squared up to Sam.
Sam didn’t back off, he kept walking to the weights. “Don’t flatter yourself, Karofsky.”
He only managed to set down his bag before he was tossed back against the wall followed by a strong blow to the stomach. It hurt more than usual, although fine now it takes more than a few weeks to heal after being hit by a truck at full speed.
Taking a few seconds to recover himself and catch his breath, Sam gave Karofsky a hard shove. “What’s you’re problem?!” Sam asked, knowing the answer and yet he couldn’t stop the question from coming out.
“Other than the flaming homo coming to perv on me in the gym? Why don’t you go back to your butt buddy, at least he’ll enjoy it. Does Finny boy like it, Sam? Does he like it when you get on your knees for him?”
Sam tried, he really tired, not to do anything, not to retaliate but it was all too much. The comment about Finn was what really sent him over the edge, and then Sam spoke. “You’d like that wouldn’t you, someone on their knees for you? I hear you’re partial to a bit of dick yourself, Karofsky.”
“What are you talking about?” Karofsky’s tone seemed to change completely.
“I’m talking about you being just as gay as I am.” Sam felt bad as soon as he said it, and even worse when he heard the gym door slam shut. Someone must’ve walked in whilst they were fighting, the shouting must’ve attracted someone and now they knew and Sam had accidently done what he promised himself he wouldn’t. “Karofsky, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for anyone else to hear, I-“
“I have to go.” Karofsky’s face was completely pale, shock and fear ridden. Sam remembered what that felt like.
Dave grabbed his bag and practically ran from the room. Sam followed and as soon as he heard the laughing his heard completely sunk. It had already started. People were already shouting abuse at Dave as he ran down the hallway and all Sam could do was watch.
Suddenly it wasn’t about him, and even though that’s exactly what Sam wanted he would take all the abuse if he had to - but nothing could take it back now, the truth was out and Sam caused it all. He now understood what Finn meant. The guilt took over and it hurt even more now that Sam could literally do nothing to help him. He was just so sorry.
“What did you do?” Finn voice made Sam’s heart sink even further, if even possible.
He was pulled back into the empty gym. Finn didn’t seem happy.
“Finn, I didn’t mean to I swear. We were fighting, it just came out.” Sam tried to explain, but it just seemed to make Finn even angrier.
“You know, I thought you moved past this. I thought, last night. Sam, I can’t believe you’ve done this.”
“I didn’t mean to, it just happened, someone heard and…” Sam couldn’t even explain how sorry he was, even if Finn would believe him.
“I can’t even talk to you right now.” And with that Finn stormed out of the gym, leaving Sam to the silence.
Not only had he ruined Karofsky’s life, but he had pushed Finn so much that he couldn’t even talk to him. Everything was going wrong and it was all Sam’s fault. If Finn was bad when Sam brought up the idea, there was no way a cuddle session would fix it when Sam actually followed though, accidentally or not. There was no way he could go home tonight.
The rest of the school day Sam had to sit through his classes listening to the aftermath of what did, all the whispering about Karofsky, the joking. People left him alone, but Sam would rather it be the other way around if he didn’t have to feel so guilty - and he was guilty, completely and utterly guilty.
When it came to the end of the day, Sam walked to the parking lot and Finn’s car was already gone. He just stood there as people passed him, watching them drive off. The lot was getting quite empty when Puck walked up and tapped Sam on the shoulder.
“Need a ride?” Puck directed him to his truck.
“I, um, actually, could I crash at your place? Finn and I aren’t exactly getting along.” A complete understatement but Sam didn’t want to go into it.
Puck gave him a confused look, but then nodded and gestured Sam to the car. “It’s no problem. Mom and Sarah are out all night.”
Sam got in the passenger side, practically unmoving as Puck began to drive.
“Is this about what happened with Karofsky? I heard you kicked him out of the closet.” Puck asked cautiously.
“Kind of, yes, I guess. And it was an accident, I didn’t mean for it to get out.” Sam collapsed his head into his hands. “Can we not talk about it; I don’t want to think about it.”
Puck smiled a little, still focusing on the road, and nodded. “Sure thing, dude, what do you want to do tonight? We can get take out if you want? Play a little Halo? Been a while since I kicked your ass!”
“Please, I owned you so many times you didn’t even know what day it was.” Sam finally laughed. “Thanks, Puck.”
He didn’t even know why he was thanking him, but he figured it was the proper thing to do. He was being a friend, a good friend. Sam never expected them to get back to this point at all, especially not after everything that happened between them.
“It’s fine; just don’t go all girly on me. The Puckasaurus can’t deal with that.”
“No problem, just don’t cry when I kick your ass at Halo.”
Both boys broke out into laughter, and after a few more minutes of bashful banter and a full speech about Puck’s badassness they arrived at Puck’s house.
“You’ll have to share a bed with me, the couch is so uncomfortable. You don’t mind do you?” Puck asked, leading Sam to his room.
“No that’s fine.”
Puck’s room was exactly how he imagined it. Messy, clothes strung everywhere, underwear just lying around, bed barely made, and a musky manly smell lingered. It was different from Finn’s but not in a bad way.
They must’ve played Halo for hours, constantly wanting to top one another. Ate take out, had a few too many drinks - way too many for Sam’s lightweight body to handle. So completely a completely drunk Sam couldn’t stop rambling on about Finn and what happened - whether Puck wanted to hear it or not - and how Finn would probably break up with him now and he’ll have nowhere to live and he even mentioned considering prostitution as a joke though a merely tipsy Puck didn’t laugh.
Once the game completely blurry to Sam the blonde collapsed back onto the bed, laughing a little at how messed up his life had really become.
“You don’t understand that everything’s a mess. I’m probably single, I have no where to live now, and I’m really horny.” The last part was definitely the alcohol talking and the alcohol was doing a little acting too as he pulled Puck down to lay next to him. “I’m really horny.” Sam moved in and kissed Puck and it was a good few seconds before Puck lightly pushed him back.
“Sam, what are you doing? You’re really drunk; you love Finn, and little messed up right now. This is probably not the best idea.” Puck spoke softly, still very close to Sam’s face, close to enough to feel the boys hot breath hitting his face. “Remember the last time? How you felt? You don’t want to do this again.”
“Are you saying you don’t want to?” Sam had no idea what he was saying, half of his words were slurred and he was getting hotter than the sun - translation being way too drunk to function or thing straight about anything. “Last time was different, c’mon.” Sam moved forwards again, grazing their lips before being pushed back again with tiny force.
“Sam, please.” Puck spoke with closed eyes.
“It will be fine.” Says the 7 shots of tequila and 5 beers. “I just want…”
Puck pulled Sam towards him, reconnecting their lips with force, practically lying on top of the blonde boy.
Sam moaned in response, allowing entry to Puck’s warm tongue. He shifted a little, pulling Puck the rest of the way on top of him. He could feel Puck’s hardness against his own through their jeans and before Sam knew it he was bucking up against the boy for even more contact, Puck complying and grinding down against him.
He managed to pull of Puck’s wife beater, running his hands all over his torso as they continued to kiss ferociously. Sam’s hands ran up and down his back before rolling them over and taking over the kiss and grinding his ass down onto the tight crotch of Puck’s jeans.
“Shit, Sam.” Puck groaned against the boys large lips, guiding his hands under his shirts whilst pushing his hips up in rhythm with Sam going down.
“We need lube.” Sam moaned into the crook of Puck’s neck, licking at the hot olive colored skin.
Puck didn’t speak but he did move Sam off of him to get up and start rummaging through his bed side drawers before pulling out the see through bottle filled with liquid.
Sam didn’t think to ask why Puck would ever have lube. Instead he stripped down completely and lay back down on the bed where he was met by an equally naked Puck. Sam didn’t see much of Puck way back in the truck but he could now appreciate why the girls go crazy for him. There was just something.
They began kissing again and Sam groaned loudly into Puck’s mouth once he felt the boy’s wet, cold finger prodding at his hole.
It wasn’t long before Sam spread his legs and Puck rested in between them, pressing his large, bare dick into Sam all the way until Sam felt Puck’s balls slap against his ass. Sam could appreciate the fact that Puck’s family wasn’t home because he made a loud, indescribable noise as the boy pulled out and forcefully pushed back in with a groan.
Feeling Puck’s tight fist on his own dick, Sam knew - even when intoxicated - that this wasn’t going to last long. The way Puck moving, hitting his prostate almost every time, was amazing. Sam couldn’t contain the noises, the groans, and neither could Puck who was almost as loud although managed to muffle his noises as he sucked numerous bruises into the pale skin of Sam’s neck.
Sam could feel his orgasm building slowly, rising to the surface until without warning his shot his load all over Puck’s hand and their chests. Sam didn’t have time to come down from his high because Puck kept going, faster and faster until he groaned into a kiss whilst coming inside Sam.
“Fuck…” Puck uttered, rolling next to Sam.
Both boys were panting profusely, the bodies glistening with sweat and cum. Sam was completely wasted and now utterly tired out and it wasn’t long before he just shut down and fell asleep next to Puck. Both naked, both asleep and both knowing they’d regret it once they sobered up - Sam especially.
If the Karofsky situation didn’t make Finn hate Sam, this sure would.