Fic: Lady Lips for ch_leesha
Title: Lady Lips
Pairing/Characters: Puck/Sam
Rating: between R and NC-17
Summary: Sam has a huge mouth. Puck wants to know what he's missing.
Warning: idk if it's a 'warning', but there's mentions of Puck/Quinn and Sam/Quinn
"What? Oh fuck you dude!"
"Ahahaha!! I win, motherfucker!!"
Puck tossed his controller down onto the coffee table with an exasperated sigh. He leaned back on the couch, his hand over his eyes. "I can't believe I just got beat by Beiber." Next moment, he felt one of the throw pillows hit him in the face. Removing his hand from his eyes, he looked over at Sam, who was giving him a mock glare, his hands on his hips. Puck laughed. "You look so ridiculous, dude."
Sam crossed his arms. "You're just pissed cuz I won." He got up and made his way over to the little mini fridge. Puck was the only dude he knew who had a couch and a mini fridge in his room. A well-stocked mini fridge at that. Sam eyed beer and a bottle of whiskey, but chose a can of soda. He came back to the couch and flopped down, taking a long drink. When he sat the can down, he saw Puck watching him, his eyes dark. "Um…. dude?" he said.
"Your mouth really is huge," Puck said, almost to himself. "I wonder what it's like to make out with somebody with a mouth that big."
Sam turned red. "I uh…." he faltered. Wringing his hands in his lap, he continued, "I wouldn't know. I guess you'd have to ask Quinn."
"Hmmm." Puck bit his lip, staring at Sam's mouth. "Quinn isn't the most… experienced girl out there."
Sam frowned. "Dude, you've had sex with her."
"Yeah, and she wasn't that great."
Sam wanted to argue, to defend his sort-of girlfriend, but Puck's stare was making him uncomfortable, and the words just wouldn't come.
"See," Puck said, sliding closer to Sam on the couch, "she's a good little Catholic girl. Catholic girls are told that only boys want sex. So when they have it, they don't even try to enjoy it. They just lie back and think of… whatever it is Catholic girls think of." Puck slid closer, until his leg was touching Sam's. "No, Quinn wouldn't know."
Sam was shaking a little. Puck was making him… uncomfortable, among other things. He licked his lip, and watched as Puck's eyes followed the movement. "Dude, um, maybe I should… go." Sam made to stand up, but Puck caught his arm and pulled him back down.
"Relax," Puck said, leaning in. His hand went to the back of Sam's neck and he pulled him forward into a kiss.
Sam's eyes went wide, and he put his hands on Puck's chest to push him away…. but never quite made it that far. Because Puck's tongue had slid into his mouth and curled over his and oh god. Sam gave a whimper and tangled his fingers in Puck's shirt. Puck gave a soft laugh against Sam's mouth, then wrapped his other arm around him and pulled him close.
Sam wasn't all that experienced either, but it didn't seem to matter with Puck, who very decisively took the lead. His kiss was softer and slower than Sam might have imagined, if he'd ever imagined it, which he hadn't, thank you very much. But it wasn't the frenetic, hard kiss of a desperate teenage boy, it was the slow, sweet kiss of someone who knew what the fuck he was doing. Sam's hands wandered on their own, one sliding up to rest on Puck's neck, the other going around his waist.
Puck growled and pulled Sam into his lap where, hello, Sam could feel his erection pressing against him. It was then that Sam realized he was straining a bit in his jeans as well. He bucked his hips without thinking, and was rewarded with Puck's huge hand gripping him where his arousal pressed against his zipper, and rubbing.
"Ah… ah." Tiny sounds escaped from Sam's lips as he rocked his hips, pushing his cock up against Puck's hand. Puck used the hand on Sam's crotch to help push him down, maneuver him so that when he rocked back, his ass pressed against Puck's cock. Sam started to feel heat flushing his skin, and he panted into Puck's mouth.
"Just a… little... further," Puck hissed. He rocked his hips up, and the feel of his erection pressing hard against Sam's ass spurred Sam on.
He was moaning now, needy little sounds that Sam barely realized were coming from him. He was so close, so damn close, all he needed was a little……..
Puck's teeth sank into Sam's bottom lip, and Sam was coming, spasming against Puck's hand. He shuddered and panted, finally slumping against Puck. He breathed heavily into Puck's shoulder for a few minutes. Finally, Sam raised his head. His eyes were glassy, his lips red and plump and shiny. He sat back a little, and realized that Puck was still hard beneath him. He grinned, and reached his hand back.
"Huh-uh." Puck shook his head, catching Sam's wrist.
"But… you…" Sam was confused.
Puck grinned like a shark, all teeth and predatory eyes, and Sam's spent cock twitched a bit. "Not like that," Puck said. "I wanna see how many balls you can fit in that mouth of yours."
Pairing/Characters: Puck/Sam
Rating: between R and NC-17
Summary: Sam has a huge mouth. Puck wants to know what he's missing.
Warning: idk if it's a 'warning', but there's mentions of Puck/Quinn and Sam/Quinn
"What? Oh fuck you dude!"
"Ahahaha!! I win, motherfucker!!"
Puck tossed his controller down onto the coffee table with an exasperated sigh. He leaned back on the couch, his hand over his eyes. "I can't believe I just got beat by Beiber." Next moment, he felt one of the throw pillows hit him in the face. Removing his hand from his eyes, he looked over at Sam, who was giving him a mock glare, his hands on his hips. Puck laughed. "You look so ridiculous, dude."
Sam crossed his arms. "You're just pissed cuz I won." He got up and made his way over to the little mini fridge. Puck was the only dude he knew who had a couch and a mini fridge in his room. A well-stocked mini fridge at that. Sam eyed beer and a bottle of whiskey, but chose a can of soda. He came back to the couch and flopped down, taking a long drink. When he sat the can down, he saw Puck watching him, his eyes dark. "Um…. dude?" he said.
"Your mouth really is huge," Puck said, almost to himself. "I wonder what it's like to make out with somebody with a mouth that big."
Sam turned red. "I uh…." he faltered. Wringing his hands in his lap, he continued, "I wouldn't know. I guess you'd have to ask Quinn."
"Hmmm." Puck bit his lip, staring at Sam's mouth. "Quinn isn't the most… experienced girl out there."
Sam frowned. "Dude, you've had sex with her."
"Yeah, and she wasn't that great."
Sam wanted to argue, to defend his sort-of girlfriend, but Puck's stare was making him uncomfortable, and the words just wouldn't come.
"See," Puck said, sliding closer to Sam on the couch, "she's a good little Catholic girl. Catholic girls are told that only boys want sex. So when they have it, they don't even try to enjoy it. They just lie back and think of… whatever it is Catholic girls think of." Puck slid closer, until his leg was touching Sam's. "No, Quinn wouldn't know."
Sam was shaking a little. Puck was making him… uncomfortable, among other things. He licked his lip, and watched as Puck's eyes followed the movement. "Dude, um, maybe I should… go." Sam made to stand up, but Puck caught his arm and pulled him back down.
"Relax," Puck said, leaning in. His hand went to the back of Sam's neck and he pulled him forward into a kiss.
Sam's eyes went wide, and he put his hands on Puck's chest to push him away…. but never quite made it that far. Because Puck's tongue had slid into his mouth and curled over his and oh god. Sam gave a whimper and tangled his fingers in Puck's shirt. Puck gave a soft laugh against Sam's mouth, then wrapped his other arm around him and pulled him close.
Sam wasn't all that experienced either, but it didn't seem to matter with Puck, who very decisively took the lead. His kiss was softer and slower than Sam might have imagined, if he'd ever imagined it, which he hadn't, thank you very much. But it wasn't the frenetic, hard kiss of a desperate teenage boy, it was the slow, sweet kiss of someone who knew what the fuck he was doing. Sam's hands wandered on their own, one sliding up to rest on Puck's neck, the other going around his waist.
Puck growled and pulled Sam into his lap where, hello, Sam could feel his erection pressing against him. It was then that Sam realized he was straining a bit in his jeans as well. He bucked his hips without thinking, and was rewarded with Puck's huge hand gripping him where his arousal pressed against his zipper, and rubbing.
"Ah… ah." Tiny sounds escaped from Sam's lips as he rocked his hips, pushing his cock up against Puck's hand. Puck used the hand on Sam's crotch to help push him down, maneuver him so that when he rocked back, his ass pressed against Puck's cock. Sam started to feel heat flushing his skin, and he panted into Puck's mouth.
"Just a… little... further," Puck hissed. He rocked his hips up, and the feel of his erection pressing hard against Sam's ass spurred Sam on.
He was moaning now, needy little sounds that Sam barely realized were coming from him. He was so close, so damn close, all he needed was a little……..
Puck's teeth sank into Sam's bottom lip, and Sam was coming, spasming against Puck's hand. He shuddered and panted, finally slumping against Puck. He breathed heavily into Puck's shoulder for a few minutes. Finally, Sam raised his head. His eyes were glassy, his lips red and plump and shiny. He sat back a little, and realized that Puck was still hard beneath him. He grinned, and reached his hand back.
"Huh-uh." Puck shook his head, catching Sam's wrist.
"But… you…" Sam was confused.
Puck grinned like a shark, all teeth and predatory eyes, and Sam's spent cock twitched a bit. "Not like that," Puck said. "I wanna see how many balls you can fit in that mouth of yours."