Dirty Little Secret Part Two Pt. 1
disclaimer: Not mine.... If they were, Puck and Rachel would be humping like bunnies.
summary: AU- Noah Puckerman has a secret. Wanna find out what it is?
warnings & notes: NC-17 for a REASON, peeps.
thank you: everyone who read this first on ff.net. I am REALLY going to try to update my Puckleberry fics.
word count: 2,436
comments & feedback: very much appreciated.
additional notes: None
Part Two: Sealing Your Fate
The weeks flew by and I had a hard time telling who was having more fun, me or Puck. With a few well-placed hugs or someone accidentally walking in on a private moment, many people were hesitant to describe exactly what Rachel Berry and Noah Puckerman's relationship was. Mercedes and Kurt had done their job with the rumor mill, but Puck and I had shrugged it off, not confirming or denying a possible relationship between us. Santana and Finn watched us closely, but neither Puck nor I were willing to acknowledge a change. Sure, we were friendly to one another and maybe we hung out more than we had before, but we had been partnered together for a Glee duet.
That's when things started to get interesting. Very, very interesting.
Mr. Schuester walked into Glee with a huge smile on his face. "Alright guys, we are gonna do something cool. You ready?" Everyone looked around excitedly. "We are going to do some duets! That way everyone gets to shine." The room erupted in noise. Some people excited, some annoyed. "Now, you will get to pick your own partners and pick your own songs. On Thursday we will have a small rehearsal to check everyone's progress." He looked around the room expectantly. "Sound good? Get to work!"
Rachel wasted no time. She found Puck sitting in the back row and occupied the empty seat next to him. He acknowledged her with a smile, well aware that Santana and Finn were looking at them intently. Rachel moved her plastic chair closer to him, smiling herself when he draped a strong arm over the back of it. She looked at him expectantly, almost vibrating with eagerness. "I have a great idea."
"Really?" He slouched down in his chair further, his hand toying with her hair. He watched her small pink skirt bounce up and down over her thighs. Did the chick own any pants? Seriously distracting. "What is this bright idea?" She pulled her iPod out of her rolling backpack and held a pink ear bud up for him to use. He rolled his eyes but popped the bud in his ear. Suddenly a seductive beat filled his head and Puck knew that they had the perfect song and he had the perfect partner in crime. He smiled wickedly at her, brought his face close to hers. "You are seriously naughty, little Berry."
The tone of his voice sent chills down her spine, her stomach clench. She pressed her thighs together, willed the ache between her legs to go away. Every time he called her little Berry, it took all of her willpower not to jump on him and beg him to take her against the nearest wall. Ever since they had kissed against the piano, she had fantasies of him. The kind that made her blush once she realized what she had been thinking about. The kind that left her wet and aching for his touch; Not that she would ever admit it to him. She met his stare boldly, willed herself not to blush. It took all of her strength, but she raised one brow haughtily. "Sometimes."
Her breathy whisper sent a bolt of lust straight to his groin. Rachel Berry was nothing like he thought she would be. One minute she was a naughty little schoolgirl, the next a shy and awkward virgin. The times when she acted like the schoolgirl it took everything in him not to pull her over his lap and spank her until she admitted she wanted him. The times she was the virgin, he wanted to debauch her in dark corners until she was as depraved as he was. He watched her nibble her lower lip and thought of the things he would like her to do with that mouth of hers. Instantly, an image of her on her knees, lips wrapped around him filtered through his brain. If he hadn't been sitting down, his knees would have buckled. Stop thinking about it! He moved his face closer to hers, their noses almost touching. "I'll keep that in mind, Berry."
Rachel smiled, searched the eyes so close to hers. The color of his eyes had always fascinated her. They were a mixture of green, blue, silver, and amber. The combination was startling. Half the time his eyes reminded her of a tiger. She most definitely felt like his prey. There were days since the infamous piano kiss, at least that's what Kurt called it, that she thought she wanted nothing more than his lips on hers again. Finn had drifted further and further from her thoughts lately. Wasn't he the whole point of this? No- a voice in her head told her. Strange that it sounded like Puck. The point is to make him understand what he lost. She watched him lick his full lower lips and wondered what it would be like to kiss him. They hadn't kissed since then and wondered what it would be like to kiss him because she wanted to, not because they were trying to make others jealous. She pushed the thought from her mind. It's not like it's ever gonna happen! Anyway- She mentally sighed, pulled her head back. "Do you think we can do it?"
Puck pulled the bud from his ear, put on a cocky smile. "Hell yes. Who the hell do you think you’re talking to? I'm the sexy jock and you're the golden diva. Good thinking, Berry." He watched her start to put away her iPod and a thought hit him. "I think it's time that we furthered our plan."
She looked up at him, confused. "What do you mean?"
"Let me come over tonight and we'll talk."
Now she was a little more than confused. "Wait, you want to come over to my house on a Friday night?" At his affirming nod, she began to panic. "My fathers aren't home for the weekend and I don't think it would be appropriate."
"Why not?" He asked. "Scared to be alone with me?"
Her spine stiffened. "Not at all. Why would I be?"
He smiled at her then, full of masculine confidence. "Why wouldn't you be? I'll be there at five."
****
Puck rushed into the locker room from the field, dirty and sweating. He only had a half hour to get to Rachel's house or else she would start yelling at him. The one time he was late for a rehearsal, she berated him for a half hour about the importance of punctuality. He would rather die than go through that again. He undressed quickly and rushed into the shower. When he came out, his towel wrapped around his naked hips, he saw Finn at his locker. Play it cool, dude. "Hey Finn, what's up?"
Finn shrugged his shoulders, but his eyes were intense. "Nothing much. Where you going in such a hurry?"
Puck pulled on his clean pair of boxer briefs and unhooked the towel from around his waist. "I have to go meet Rachel at five. She'll kick my ass if I'm late." Puck watched in satisfaction as jealousy washed over Finn's face.
"Rachel Berry?" Finn asked, confused.
Puck rolled his eyes, pulling up his pants. "No dude, the other Rachel that we both know." He threw on a black wife beater, tucked it into his pants. He threw on some deodorant and cologne, but had a hard time picking out his shirt. Puck pulled two button up shirts out, one black and one hunter green and held them up for Finn to look at. "Which one?"
"What?" He looked at the shirts Puck held up. "I don't know, man! Since when do you care what you look like?"
Puck huffed and turned around to Kurt. "Hey, Hummel!" He held up the shirts for inspection. "Which one?" Yeah, the kid was weird at best, but he had good taste in clothes.
Kurt critically looked over each one before making his decision. "The black one. Very Johnny Cash."
Puck smiled. "Gotta love Johnny!" He said, throwing the green shirt back in his locker. He threw the shirt on, popped the collar up and smoothed it down.
Finn couldn't help himself. "Who's Johnny Cash?"
Puck paused before he could get the first button done on his shirt. He looked at Finn with a look of pure astonishment. "Seriously? Johnny Cash? Ring of Fire? Walk the Line? Rock n' Roll Ruby? It Ain't me Babe? Jackson? Folsom Prison Blues? Cry Cry Cry? Boy Named Sue?" At Finn's blank stare, he laughed. "You really have no clue what I'm talking about do you? Dude, you really need some culture." He shook his head. "That's just sick." Puck checked his watch. 4:45. "Shit!" He sat down on the bench and found his shoes. He was in the middle of putting on the second one when his phone started pouring out Walking on Sunshine.
The locker room erupted in laughter. Finn was no exception. He watched Puck scowl and fish his phone out of his locker. The scowl deepened and Finn didn't feel bad anymore about not knowing who Johnny Cash was. He was feeling pretty good until he heard Puck mutter, "Fucking Berry." Suddenly, Finn felt a scowl of his own on his face. It was curiosity, not jealousy that had him listening to the conversation. He had no reason to be jealous of Puck.
Finn watched as Puck flipped his phone open. "Rachel, how many times do I have to tell you? My phone is like your purse. You don't go through mine, I don't go through yours. How did you even get it on my phone? Really? How much did it cost? $2.50! I don't care if you're going to pay me back! What? I still have 15 minutes! No... No way! I cooked last time! Yes I did! I made knaydelach last time I was there. Yeah, remember? It was good, wasn't it? No. Miriam is with my Grandma this weekend. Mom had to work a double shift. I probably won't see her tell Sunday night. Did your Dads leave yet? So I have you for the whole weekend, huh? What am I going to do with you, little Berry? I'm sure you'll think of something. If not, you know I have some ideas. I have ten minutes! It takes like five to get to your house. Alright. Yeah. Five minutes.. Okay. Bye." He watched as Puck closed the phone, noticed the slight smile on his lips. What the hell was going on between Rachel and Puck?
Puck watched Finn in the corner of his eye, saw the look of confusion on his face. Good.. Let the bastard wonder.. He finished getting ready, grabbed his stuff and headed for the door. Suddenly, a thought hit him. He turned around. "Hey, Matt. Is it okay if I invite Rach to your party tomorrow?"
Matt smiled, pleased. "Sure. I don't mind if she comes. She's cool."
Puck smiled. "Thanks man." He turned his attention to Finn. "You're gonna be there with Santana, right?" At Finn's affirmative nod, his smile grew. "See you tomorrow, man." The doors slammed shut behind him.
Kurt sighed deeply. "Lucky bitch."
****
They danced in the middle of her living room, her back to his chest. A song's heavy beat filled the room. Rachel and Puck moved to the beat, one giving more than the other. Puck growled. "The song is about sex, Berry! It's not the fucking Barney song!"
"I know what it's about, Puck!" Rachel huffed, turning to face him. "If you recall, I am the one who picked the song!"
"Well then act like it! Don't tell me that you don't know what to do. You sure as hell knew what to do when you were draped all over Finn during Push It!" He walked away from her, disgusted. "What do you want me to do? Grow three inches? Grow my hair out? Not know my left from my right? Maybe then you'll put some goddamn effort into it!"
Rachel's temper, that she had tried to keep under control, spiked. "That is uncalled for! You are nothing like Finn-"
Puck scoffed. "You think?" He muttered darkly, unbuttoning his shirt.
"Furthermore- What are you doing?" Rachel questioned, her brow furrowed.
Puck pulled his shirt off, untucked his black wife beater. "I'm hot."
"The window is open. You'll freeze."
Puck rolled his eyes. "So says the girl that wears short skirts in the fucking snow." He closed his eyes and prayed for patience. He drew in a deep breath and opened his eyes. "Listen, Rachel. The song is about two people who can't help but want each other. It's a seduction in a song. It's something primal and they tell each other that it doesn't matter, but they fuck because it's what they want to do. Just go with the beat and don't think so much."
"Fine." Rachel huffed. She walked over to the radio and restarted the song. Time to put your plan into action! "Seduce me."
Puck arched an eyebrow. So, naughty school girl was back. "Is that what you want, little Berry?" She didn't say anything. She walked to him, pressed her back against his chest. The seductive beat once again filled the room. He pulled her hips against him with one hand, brushed her hair from the side of her neck with the other. He rocked her slowly to the beat, sang softly into her ear. She wanted seduction? She was going to get it.
Rachel closed her eyes and let it wash over her. Let him wash over her. His body was so warm and solid behind her, he smelled so good. His large hands caressed her body. A simple touch here, fingertips brushing there. His hand rested on her stomach, pressed her back against his arousal. She bit her lip to keep from groaning. Lips descended on her neck, a hot brand against her skin. Lips, teeth, and tongue worried her neck and Rachel was sure that there would be marks on her tonight. For once in her life, she didn't care. "Puck.."
"Tell me you don't want me, little Berry." He whispered against her skin. One hand moved over her breast, cupped it in his strong hand. He groaned against her neck. "Tell me you don't want me and I'll stop."
Her head and her heart were both screaming denials, but her body wouldn't listen. She wanted him. Part of her always had. She turned in his arms and sealed her fate. "I want you."