Mile High Club [Day 4: Vacant]
Title: Mile High Club
Author: andromedacain
Prompt #: Vacant
Prompt table: I
Fandom: Glee
Rating: NC-17
Character/Pairing: Finn/Puck
Genre: Slash
Word count: 1772
Disclamer: I will never own Glee.
Summary: Finn has to pee. Puck's horny.
Finn had to pee. Like, bad.
Glee club was on its first plane ride ever, off to New York City and all the glory or heartbreak it entailed. Twenty minutes into the flight, Finn felt the seatbelt press into his bladder, making his need almost unbearable. He made sure to check the sign to see if it was okay to take off his seatbelt before he did, waiting for Puck to move his legs. “What the hell are you doing?” the shorter teen asked as he refused to move, eyebrow raised.
Finn did a little dance to adjust his bladder. “I need to pee. Move before I wet my pants.”
Puck laughed. “Jesus, gross. Get outta here.”
Finn complied, hurrying to the bathroom, praying for a vacant stall. Thankfully, all were unoccupied. He went inside the first one, forgetting to fully lock the door in his haste.
As he was zipping his pants up and was about to wash his hands, he heard a jiggling sound, then jumped at the sight of Puck letting himself into Finn’s stall. “Puck?” Finn said in a questioning tone, staring at the other teen as his hands twisted the water faucet.
Puck raised an eyebrow. “Jesus, you really had to pee? I thought you finally wanted to join the Mile High Club.” He still locked the door, leaning against it.
Finn started washing his hands. “I remember you telling me what that was, but I forgot. But if you expect me to smoke marijuana on a plane you have another thing coming.”
Puck groaned. “Finn, you can’t smuggle drugs on a plane. At least, not anymore. Did you really forget what a Mile High Club is or are you trying to be coy?” He moved forward, wrapping his arms around Finn’s waist and resting his chin on Finn’s shoulder.
“Um…” Finn said as he dried off his hands, “does it have to do with sex?”
Puck grinned. “Definitely. Sex on a plane, to be exact. It’s always been on my bucket list.” To enunciate his point, Puck started sucking at Finn’s neck.
Making a whiny sound that went straight to Puck’s groin, Finn turned in Puck’s arms. “If you leave any hickies the audience will see,” he commented, leaning back against the sink.
Puck grinned against Finn’s skin. “Damn right they’ll see. I wonder if the hobbit will notice?” It seemed an alright notion to Puck.
Finn groaned. “Okay, now you definitely can’t. Rachel sees everything. She’s, like, one of those orca thingies.” He tried to push Puck away.
Puck just adjusted them so Finn was sitting on the sink’s edge, his legs around Puck’s waist. “I’m pretty sure you meant to say ‘oracle,’” he said as he stuffed his hand down the front of Finn’s pants, his other hand reaching up underneath Finn’s shirt to tweak a nipple.
Finn gasped, large hands grabbing onto the back of Puck’s mohawk. He dug his face into Puck’s neck, breathing hard. “Duh…don’t do that or else I’ll cream my pants,” Finn pleaded, involuntarily moaning at the direction Puck’s hand was moving.
Puck grinned against Finn’s hair. “Isn’t that the whole point?” he asked, rubbing circles with his thumb against Finn’s nipple.
Finn grappled for something that would stop Puck. “This…ah, crap, this wouldn’t count as sex so we wouldn’t actually be in the Mile High Club,” he finally said. He was proud of his quick thinking.
Puck pulled back from Finn, thinking. “You know, you’re right,” he stated, pulling his hand out of Finn’s pants, “that would be a waste. Alright, drop your pants,” he ordered, unzipping his own.
Finn opened his mouth but words wouldn’t come out. He just watched as Puck pulled out of his pants and boxers, erection bouncing against his chest. Finally, when Puck moved to Finn’s own pants, Finn spoke up. “Dude, this is insane. Someone could hear. We could get in trouble!” He watched as Puck pulled his own pants down.
Puck made a face. “This is a once in a lifetime chance, Finn. Don’t blow it.” He grinned, seeing as his face was rather close to Finn’s now exposed dick. “Or I’ll blow you,” he added, kissing the tip of it for effect.
Finn gasped, grabbing Puck’s hair and pulling him back. “Not here,” he whispered, panicked, “I’ll make a bunch of noises!”
Puck rolled his eyes, standing. “I’m not actually gonna blow you. Oral sex just isn’t gonna cut it today. Spread your legs a little, okay?” he said as he pushed Finn back up to the sink, pulling a bottle of lube out of his pocket.
Finn bit his lip, adjusting his legs so Puck had a better view. “I still think this is a bad idea. What if everyone hears us?”
Squirting a profuse amount of his favorite lube (strawberry flavored), Puck looked up to Finn. “Who even cares?” he asked nonchalantly as his finger slowly entered Finn’s hole.
Squirming at the sensation, Finn responded. “I was pretty sure you would.”
Puck shook his head, his finger moving further along its path. “Nah, I’ve come to an epiphany. If it’s okay for Santana and Britney, why the hell not for us? Let’s be gay together.” He grinned up at Finn as he pushed a second finger in, scissoring.
Finn shivered. He’d gotten over the discomfort of having fingers in his asshole and was instead waiting for that touch that would send shoots of pleasure throughout his body. “You’re such a homo,” he commented.
Puck grinned, slipping in a third finger. As it hit Finn’s prostate, causing the taller teen to muffle a yelp against Puck’s neck, Puck said, “And who’s the one with fingers up his ass?”
At Puck’s cocky grin, Finn glared. “A-and who’s the -Lord Almighty- one who wants to shove his thing up my butt?”
Puck laughed as he slowly pulled his fingers out. “Lord Almighty? Really? You do know it’s alright to cuss, right Finn?” He positioned his dick at Finn’s entrance.
“I’d rather not,” Finn answered, hooking his hands around Puck’s neck and digging his heels against Puck’s hips.
Puck rolled his eyes. “If I hadn’t already had sex with you, I would swear you were a virgin,” he commented right before he slipped into Finn.
Finn’s breath hitched as he adjusted to the intrusion, fingers digging into Puck’s scant amount of hair. “It’s…ugh, it’s a personal pre-preference,” he stated, wriggling around a little.
Puck groaned. “Stop moving around, you’ll make me come too soon,” he ordered, grabbing Finn’s hips and stilling him. “All I’m saying is,” he started, back to discussing Finn’s word choice, “I like a dirty talker. It’s sexy.” And with that, Puck pulled almost all the way out then slammed himself forward, the head of his penis directly hitting Finn’s prostate.
Finn let out a gasping breath, fingers losing hold of Puck’s hair and scrabbling across his head, looking for a bit of stability. They finally settled on Puck’s neck. “You…” Finn said, stubbornly trying to keep talking, “you’re a puh…pervert.” He dug his face into Puck’s neck as Puck quickened the pace.
Puck let out a puff of laughter against Finn’s hair, then quickly lost all ability to breathe when Finn moaned and started moving forward to meet his thrusts. He forgot how to speak, instead responding with a “Nuh…” that both forgot as they were too busy with the task at hand. Puck pushed Finn back so he was leaning, head and part of his back slammed against the mirror, faucet digging into Finn’s lower back. For now, it didn’t bother him.
Finn stretched his legs further, trying to allow Puck easier access; the shorter teen grunted out a few curses and mangled bits of letters that, when put together right, spelled Finn’s name. For his part, all Finn could do was gasp around his moans and try to say Puck’s name. He never got past a gasping “Puh….Puh…”
The sink was shaking with the combination of their movements. Finn was sure someone would hear his muffled moans, or Puck’s half-spoken little “Fuck”s, or the sound of skin slapping against skin, but for now they were alone, Puck was speeding up and cupping his hands around the parts of Finn’s ass that wasn’t covered by the sink, and Finn couldn’t get enough of it.
Puck found himself slowly coming undone, watching as Finn’s face mirrored his own. Belatedly, Puck remembered that Finn also had a penis. Working at it with jerky, twisting hand movements, Puck worked to keep this as enjoyable for Finn as himself. Apparently, if Finn’s first exclamation of a quiet “Shit,” was any indication, Puck was doing a pretty bang up job.
Soon Puck’s thrusts became more varied, faster, as he felt himself finally approach that edge, dragging Finn along with him. When Finn, in a moment of oblivious pleasure, twisted his hands in Puck’s hair and bit gently at the skin just above Puck’s collarbone, Puck finally reached that edge, shooting his load with a few more thrusts, Finn’s name falling from his lips. He jerked his hand once more before Finn also came, covering that tell-tale ‘O’ shape his mouth made with his hands.
The two sat there, Finn supporting Puck as the shorter teen rested his head on Finn’s shoulder and his arms around Finn’s waist. They seemed content with just resting for a bit, the proximity between them a nice touch. Finally, Puck pulled away enough for Finn to move forward, wincing at the pain he just now realised. “God, my back’s killing me,” Finn commented, feeling the affronted area. He felt dents in his skin.
“Yeah, the sink left a mark on you, huh?” Puck said, checking out Finn’s back.
Finn shrugged. “Well, it’s fine. Anyway, we should probably get our pants. What if someone needs to go pee?”
Puck rolled his eyes. “There’s, like, fifty bathrooms on this plane. I’m sure that person will manage.”
Finn paused. “Ew, what if someone was in the stall next to us when we…you know.”
Puck raised an eyebrow. “I’d rather not think about that. Instead, can we address the fact that you actually said ‘shit’? I’m proud of you, man.” Puck grinned, gently punching Finn’s shoulder and placing a kiss on Finn’s jaw.
Finn’s cheeks reddened. “Yeah, well, you better have enjoyed it, ‘cuz I’m never saying it again,” he stated, pushing Puck back so he could grab his clothes.
As Finn bent down, Puck’s juices dripping from his stretched, red asshole, Puck licked his lips. “Never say never,” he muttered, mentally checking off Mile High Club on his bucket list.
Author: andromedacain
Prompt #: Vacant
Prompt table: I
Fandom: Glee
Rating: NC-17
Character/Pairing: Finn/Puck
Genre: Slash
Word count: 1772
Disclamer: I will never own Glee.
Summary: Finn has to pee. Puck's horny.
Finn had to pee. Like, bad.
Glee club was on its first plane ride ever, off to New York City and all the glory or heartbreak it entailed. Twenty minutes into the flight, Finn felt the seatbelt press into his bladder, making his need almost unbearable. He made sure to check the sign to see if it was okay to take off his seatbelt before he did, waiting for Puck to move his legs. “What the hell are you doing?” the shorter teen asked as he refused to move, eyebrow raised.
Finn did a little dance to adjust his bladder. “I need to pee. Move before I wet my pants.”
Puck laughed. “Jesus, gross. Get outta here.”
Finn complied, hurrying to the bathroom, praying for a vacant stall. Thankfully, all were unoccupied. He went inside the first one, forgetting to fully lock the door in his haste.
As he was zipping his pants up and was about to wash his hands, he heard a jiggling sound, then jumped at the sight of Puck letting himself into Finn’s stall. “Puck?” Finn said in a questioning tone, staring at the other teen as his hands twisted the water faucet.
Puck raised an eyebrow. “Jesus, you really had to pee? I thought you finally wanted to join the Mile High Club.” He still locked the door, leaning against it.
Finn started washing his hands. “I remember you telling me what that was, but I forgot. But if you expect me to smoke marijuana on a plane you have another thing coming.”
Puck groaned. “Finn, you can’t smuggle drugs on a plane. At least, not anymore. Did you really forget what a Mile High Club is or are you trying to be coy?” He moved forward, wrapping his arms around Finn’s waist and resting his chin on Finn’s shoulder.
“Um…” Finn said as he dried off his hands, “does it have to do with sex?”
Puck grinned. “Definitely. Sex on a plane, to be exact. It’s always been on my bucket list.” To enunciate his point, Puck started sucking at Finn’s neck.
Making a whiny sound that went straight to Puck’s groin, Finn turned in Puck’s arms. “If you leave any hickies the audience will see,” he commented, leaning back against the sink.
Puck grinned against Finn’s skin. “Damn right they’ll see. I wonder if the hobbit will notice?” It seemed an alright notion to Puck.
Finn groaned. “Okay, now you definitely can’t. Rachel sees everything. She’s, like, one of those orca thingies.” He tried to push Puck away.
Puck just adjusted them so Finn was sitting on the sink’s edge, his legs around Puck’s waist. “I’m pretty sure you meant to say ‘oracle,’” he said as he stuffed his hand down the front of Finn’s pants, his other hand reaching up underneath Finn’s shirt to tweak a nipple.
Finn gasped, large hands grabbing onto the back of Puck’s mohawk. He dug his face into Puck’s neck, breathing hard. “Duh…don’t do that or else I’ll cream my pants,” Finn pleaded, involuntarily moaning at the direction Puck’s hand was moving.
Puck grinned against Finn’s hair. “Isn’t that the whole point?” he asked, rubbing circles with his thumb against Finn’s nipple.
Finn grappled for something that would stop Puck. “This…ah, crap, this wouldn’t count as sex so we wouldn’t actually be in the Mile High Club,” he finally said. He was proud of his quick thinking.
Puck pulled back from Finn, thinking. “You know, you’re right,” he stated, pulling his hand out of Finn’s pants, “that would be a waste. Alright, drop your pants,” he ordered, unzipping his own.
Finn opened his mouth but words wouldn’t come out. He just watched as Puck pulled out of his pants and boxers, erection bouncing against his chest. Finally, when Puck moved to Finn’s own pants, Finn spoke up. “Dude, this is insane. Someone could hear. We could get in trouble!” He watched as Puck pulled his own pants down.
Puck made a face. “This is a once in a lifetime chance, Finn. Don’t blow it.” He grinned, seeing as his face was rather close to Finn’s now exposed dick. “Or I’ll blow you,” he added, kissing the tip of it for effect.
Finn gasped, grabbing Puck’s hair and pulling him back. “Not here,” he whispered, panicked, “I’ll make a bunch of noises!”
Puck rolled his eyes, standing. “I’m not actually gonna blow you. Oral sex just isn’t gonna cut it today. Spread your legs a little, okay?” he said as he pushed Finn back up to the sink, pulling a bottle of lube out of his pocket.
Finn bit his lip, adjusting his legs so Puck had a better view. “I still think this is a bad idea. What if everyone hears us?”
Squirting a profuse amount of his favorite lube (strawberry flavored), Puck looked up to Finn. “Who even cares?” he asked nonchalantly as his finger slowly entered Finn’s hole.
Squirming at the sensation, Finn responded. “I was pretty sure you would.”
Puck shook his head, his finger moving further along its path. “Nah, I’ve come to an epiphany. If it’s okay for Santana and Britney, why the hell not for us? Let’s be gay together.” He grinned up at Finn as he pushed a second finger in, scissoring.
Finn shivered. He’d gotten over the discomfort of having fingers in his asshole and was instead waiting for that touch that would send shoots of pleasure throughout his body. “You’re such a homo,” he commented.
Puck grinned, slipping in a third finger. As it hit Finn’s prostate, causing the taller teen to muffle a yelp against Puck’s neck, Puck said, “And who’s the one with fingers up his ass?”
At Puck’s cocky grin, Finn glared. “A-and who’s the -Lord Almighty- one who wants to shove his thing up my butt?”
Puck laughed as he slowly pulled his fingers out. “Lord Almighty? Really? You do know it’s alright to cuss, right Finn?” He positioned his dick at Finn’s entrance.
“I’d rather not,” Finn answered, hooking his hands around Puck’s neck and digging his heels against Puck’s hips.
Puck rolled his eyes. “If I hadn’t already had sex with you, I would swear you were a virgin,” he commented right before he slipped into Finn.
Finn’s breath hitched as he adjusted to the intrusion, fingers digging into Puck’s scant amount of hair. “It’s…ugh, it’s a personal pre-preference,” he stated, wriggling around a little.
Puck groaned. “Stop moving around, you’ll make me come too soon,” he ordered, grabbing Finn’s hips and stilling him. “All I’m saying is,” he started, back to discussing Finn’s word choice, “I like a dirty talker. It’s sexy.” And with that, Puck pulled almost all the way out then slammed himself forward, the head of his penis directly hitting Finn’s prostate.
Finn let out a gasping breath, fingers losing hold of Puck’s hair and scrabbling across his head, looking for a bit of stability. They finally settled on Puck’s neck. “You…” Finn said, stubbornly trying to keep talking, “you’re a puh…pervert.” He dug his face into Puck’s neck as Puck quickened the pace.
Puck let out a puff of laughter against Finn’s hair, then quickly lost all ability to breathe when Finn moaned and started moving forward to meet his thrusts. He forgot how to speak, instead responding with a “Nuh…” that both forgot as they were too busy with the task at hand. Puck pushed Finn back so he was leaning, head and part of his back slammed against the mirror, faucet digging into Finn’s lower back. For now, it didn’t bother him.
Finn stretched his legs further, trying to allow Puck easier access; the shorter teen grunted out a few curses and mangled bits of letters that, when put together right, spelled Finn’s name. For his part, all Finn could do was gasp around his moans and try to say Puck’s name. He never got past a gasping “Puh….Puh…”
The sink was shaking with the combination of their movements. Finn was sure someone would hear his muffled moans, or Puck’s half-spoken little “Fuck”s, or the sound of skin slapping against skin, but for now they were alone, Puck was speeding up and cupping his hands around the parts of Finn’s ass that wasn’t covered by the sink, and Finn couldn’t get enough of it.
Puck found himself slowly coming undone, watching as Finn’s face mirrored his own. Belatedly, Puck remembered that Finn also had a penis. Working at it with jerky, twisting hand movements, Puck worked to keep this as enjoyable for Finn as himself. Apparently, if Finn’s first exclamation of a quiet “Shit,” was any indication, Puck was doing a pretty bang up job.
Soon Puck’s thrusts became more varied, faster, as he felt himself finally approach that edge, dragging Finn along with him. When Finn, in a moment of oblivious pleasure, twisted his hands in Puck’s hair and bit gently at the skin just above Puck’s collarbone, Puck finally reached that edge, shooting his load with a few more thrusts, Finn’s name falling from his lips. He jerked his hand once more before Finn also came, covering that tell-tale ‘O’ shape his mouth made with his hands.
The two sat there, Finn supporting Puck as the shorter teen rested his head on Finn’s shoulder and his arms around Finn’s waist. They seemed content with just resting for a bit, the proximity between them a nice touch. Finally, Puck pulled away enough for Finn to move forward, wincing at the pain he just now realised. “God, my back’s killing me,” Finn commented, feeling the affronted area. He felt dents in his skin.
“Yeah, the sink left a mark on you, huh?” Puck said, checking out Finn’s back.
Finn shrugged. “Well, it’s fine. Anyway, we should probably get our pants. What if someone needs to go pee?”
Puck rolled his eyes. “There’s, like, fifty bathrooms on this plane. I’m sure that person will manage.”
Finn paused. “Ew, what if someone was in the stall next to us when we…you know.”
Puck raised an eyebrow. “I’d rather not think about that. Instead, can we address the fact that you actually said ‘shit’? I’m proud of you, man.” Puck grinned, gently punching Finn’s shoulder and placing a kiss on Finn’s jaw.
Finn’s cheeks reddened. “Yeah, well, you better have enjoyed it, ‘cuz I’m never saying it again,” he stated, pushing Puck back so he could grab his clothes.
As Finn bent down, Puck’s juices dripping from his stretched, red asshole, Puck licked his lips. “Never say never,” he muttered, mentally checking off Mile High Club on his bucket list.