Loser: Puck/Finn, rated R for language and sexual things (while fully clothed)
Title: Loser
Author: Allegraconbrio
Pairing: Puck/Finn (sort of, no established relationship other than friendship and then some rated R stuff)
Spoilers for Funk are all over this vignette, this is a little snippet of story (500+ words) that takes place in and around the episode
Rating: R-ish. Cursing and clothed sexual contact
Summary: Puck feels like a loser and misses his best friend and well, then there was that....
Note: any and all concrit is welcome, I am thinking about expanding this into a larger story and wondering if there is anything here. Thanks for reading, if you do.
He was such a loser. He might as well be walking around with his finger and thumb on his forehead at all times now. First Santana, then Quinn, then Rachel, then Quinn, then Santana and now they all were pretty much avoiding him and hating him and his former best friend was now ignoring him while still trying to figure out how to fold a damned fucking pillow sham in the storeroom of Sheets and Things. Pillow shams, damn. He is thinking about pillow shams.
Okay, so puncturing all of stupid Vocal Adrenaline's tires without shooting out the parking lot lights first was not the brightest move, but now, fuck him, he is working with Finn, who still wasn't talking to him. And Mrs. Shue of all people was flirting with Finn and Damn, he missed Finn.
Loser.
He sort of thought Finn missed him too. While the tire slashing was an epic failure, the rush was awesome. Made of awesome, even. Those assholes deserved it, Range Rovers? Fuck him. Again. But Finn was awesome and it was great and then there was that thing. That thing that they both loved the fuck out of, but that thing that was now the latest reason why Finn was refusing to meet his eyes and yes, he was still talking with Mrs. Shue. Puck hated his life.
So, the thing. It had been hard to miss. They were both breathless after running from the parking lot to Puck's truck. Finn looked and Puck and laughed. “That was awesome, dude.”
Puck looked at Finn and then he really looked at him. This was the dude he remembered. This was his best friend this was awesome. And then he noticed Finn's boner. And then Puck was instantly hard. Didn't take much for a teenage boy, but he went from zero to rock hard in a nanosecond.
“That was beyond awesome. Missed you dude.” And then it was like some alien from another planet took control of his body and he turned to Finn and palmed his dick through his jeans. And that felt amazing. Santana, Quinn, Rachel who? Finn, yeah.
Finn jumped, but then he leaned back against the truck and moaned and Puck about lost his load right then. Damn. Finn starting muttering something about the mail, male? Whatever. Puck didn't really give a shit. He leaned into Finn, pressed his body against him and oh damn, he needed friction. This was beyond awesome.
Finn shook as Puck rubbed his hand up and down Finn's cock, and Puck moaned as he rubbed himself on Finn's sharp hipbone. He needed more, more, harder, harder and then they were both shaking. Puck felt Finn go stiff and then relax against him. Puck slid up and down Finn once, maybe twice more, then came like a fucking superstar.
What the fuck just happened?
And now here he was, big ole loser in Losers and Things, Finn could be so fucking stupid at times. But he really missed his best friend.
Author: Allegraconbrio
Pairing: Puck/Finn (sort of, no established relationship other than friendship and then some rated R stuff)
Spoilers for Funk are all over this vignette, this is a little snippet of story (500+ words) that takes place in and around the episode
Rating: R-ish. Cursing and clothed sexual contact
Summary: Puck feels like a loser and misses his best friend and well, then there was that....
Note: any and all concrit is welcome, I am thinking about expanding this into a larger story and wondering if there is anything here. Thanks for reading, if you do.
He was such a loser. He might as well be walking around with his finger and thumb on his forehead at all times now. First Santana, then Quinn, then Rachel, then Quinn, then Santana and now they all were pretty much avoiding him and hating him and his former best friend was now ignoring him while still trying to figure out how to fold a damned fucking pillow sham in the storeroom of Sheets and Things. Pillow shams, damn. He is thinking about pillow shams.
Okay, so puncturing all of stupid Vocal Adrenaline's tires without shooting out the parking lot lights first was not the brightest move, but now, fuck him, he is working with Finn, who still wasn't talking to him. And Mrs. Shue of all people was flirting with Finn and Damn, he missed Finn.
Loser.
He sort of thought Finn missed him too. While the tire slashing was an epic failure, the rush was awesome. Made of awesome, even. Those assholes deserved it, Range Rovers? Fuck him. Again. But Finn was awesome and it was great and then there was that thing. That thing that they both loved the fuck out of, but that thing that was now the latest reason why Finn was refusing to meet his eyes and yes, he was still talking with Mrs. Shue. Puck hated his life.
So, the thing. It had been hard to miss. They were both breathless after running from the parking lot to Puck's truck. Finn looked and Puck and laughed. “That was awesome, dude.”
Puck looked at Finn and then he really looked at him. This was the dude he remembered. This was his best friend this was awesome. And then he noticed Finn's boner. And then Puck was instantly hard. Didn't take much for a teenage boy, but he went from zero to rock hard in a nanosecond.
“That was beyond awesome. Missed you dude.” And then it was like some alien from another planet took control of his body and he turned to Finn and palmed his dick through his jeans. And that felt amazing. Santana, Quinn, Rachel who? Finn, yeah.
Finn jumped, but then he leaned back against the truck and moaned and Puck about lost his load right then. Damn. Finn starting muttering something about the mail, male? Whatever. Puck didn't really give a shit. He leaned into Finn, pressed his body against him and oh damn, he needed friction. This was beyond awesome.
Finn shook as Puck rubbed his hand up and down Finn's cock, and Puck moaned as he rubbed himself on Finn's sharp hipbone. He needed more, more, harder, harder and then they were both shaking. Puck felt Finn go stiff and then relax against him. Puck slid up and down Finn once, maybe twice more, then came like a fucking superstar.
What the fuck just happened?
And now here he was, big ole loser in Losers and Things, Finn could be so fucking stupid at times. But he really missed his best friend.