monkey bars and the art of french kissing.
monkey bars and the art of french kissing. glee. puck/santana. 605 words. pg-13. If playgrounds could talk, they'd tell horror stories about Santana Lopez.
In the seventh grade, Noah Puckerman was a scrawny little shit who pulled Santana’s hair on the playground one too many times.
“Papi, what the hell is your problem?”
Santana cornered him between the slide and the monkey bars - Noah keeps getting distracted by Santana’s small, round boobs and can’t form a real sentence.
“Nothing - I uh, I just thought that-“
“You just thought what? Spit it out, beanstalk!”
Santana steadily kept encroaching on him until Noah felt the back of his knees run into the hard yellow plastic of the slide. He fell on his ass right onto it and winced when his tailbone hit the surface the wrong way.
He can see Rachel Berry staring out of the corner of his eye and sticks his tongue out at her. She huffs and stamps her foot. Noah cranes his neck to see if he can get a glimpse of her underwear. He can't.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you!”
His gaze snaps back to Santana and he notices how pink her lips get when she’s mad.
“You look pretty hot like that, you know.”
For a moment, she stares at him with a calculating look in his eye and he stares back in half-terror because he has no idea why he said that out loud. Her glare turns into a sexy smirk and she leans in close, putting one hand on each side of the slide. She slides his leg open and perches herself on his left leg.
“You think I’m hot, Puckerman?”
She’s breathing in his ear now, and he thinks there’s no frickin’ way a thirteen year old should know how to do this seduction thing already. It’s not fair - he has no self control against boobs and moistened lips.
(He’s already a badass on the football field, high school is two short years away and he got his first handjob from Rebecca Goldberg behind the JCC two weeks ago. Her hands were cold and he shuddered against her palm when he came.
“Ew,” she said and he shrugged before zipping his pants back up and half-heartedly telling her, “Deal with it,” and walking away.)
Noah’s looking straight into Santana’s eyes when he realizes he’s half-hard in his pants and this is the same exact moment when she realizes it to - her smile turning downright evil and he gulps a little. She leans in closer, hands on both sides of his face and kisses him. He’s so surprised his eyes stay wide open, until she gently pries his mouth open with her tongue and runs it over the back of his teeth. His hands are at her waist and creeping upwards.
She tastes like cinnamon and vanilla. As soon as he relaxes into the kiss, she pulls back and swats away his hands. He now has a fully pitched tent, straining against his jeans so badly it hurtsand Santana just gives him that look again.
“Get away from me, perv,” she yells as she dismounts and Noah bangs his head on the slide.
“Santana you’re such a fuckin’ tease!” He hollers across the playground. She turns around and flips him off.
“Put on ten pounds of muscle and man the fuck up, Puckerman. Then we’ll talk.”
He’s lying on the slide, thinking about how he's the horniest thirteen year old in the world when Brittany pokes her head up over the edge of the slide.
“I think there’s a pencil stuck in your pants. A leprechaun took mine. Can I have yours?”
Puck keeps hitting his head against the slide and ignores Brittany and adjusts his clothing to cover for him until he can get to the bathroom.
Recess is almost over, anyways.
In the seventh grade, Noah Puckerman was a scrawny little shit who pulled Santana’s hair on the playground one too many times.
“Papi, what the hell is your problem?”
Santana cornered him between the slide and the monkey bars - Noah keeps getting distracted by Santana’s small, round boobs and can’t form a real sentence.
“Nothing - I uh, I just thought that-“
“You just thought what? Spit it out, beanstalk!”
Santana steadily kept encroaching on him until Noah felt the back of his knees run into the hard yellow plastic of the slide. He fell on his ass right onto it and winced when his tailbone hit the surface the wrong way.
He can see Rachel Berry staring out of the corner of his eye and sticks his tongue out at her. She huffs and stamps her foot. Noah cranes his neck to see if he can get a glimpse of her underwear. He can't.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you!”
His gaze snaps back to Santana and he notices how pink her lips get when she’s mad.
“You look pretty hot like that, you know.”
For a moment, she stares at him with a calculating look in his eye and he stares back in half-terror because he has no idea why he said that out loud. Her glare turns into a sexy smirk and she leans in close, putting one hand on each side of the slide. She slides his leg open and perches herself on his left leg.
“You think I’m hot, Puckerman?”
She’s breathing in his ear now, and he thinks there’s no frickin’ way a thirteen year old should know how to do this seduction thing already. It’s not fair - he has no self control against boobs and moistened lips.
(He’s already a badass on the football field, high school is two short years away and he got his first handjob from Rebecca Goldberg behind the JCC two weeks ago. Her hands were cold and he shuddered against her palm when he came.
“Ew,” she said and he shrugged before zipping his pants back up and half-heartedly telling her, “Deal with it,” and walking away.)
Noah’s looking straight into Santana’s eyes when he realizes he’s half-hard in his pants and this is the same exact moment when she realizes it to - her smile turning downright evil and he gulps a little. She leans in closer, hands on both sides of his face and kisses him. He’s so surprised his eyes stay wide open, until she gently pries his mouth open with her tongue and runs it over the back of his teeth. His hands are at her waist and creeping upwards.
She tastes like cinnamon and vanilla. As soon as he relaxes into the kiss, she pulls back and swats away his hands. He now has a fully pitched tent, straining against his jeans so badly it hurtsand Santana just gives him that look again.
“Get away from me, perv,” she yells as she dismounts and Noah bangs his head on the slide.
“Santana you’re such a fuckin’ tease!” He hollers across the playground. She turns around and flips him off.
“Put on ten pounds of muscle and man the fuck up, Puckerman. Then we’ll talk.”
He’s lying on the slide, thinking about how he's the horniest thirteen year old in the world when Brittany pokes her head up over the edge of the slide.
“I think there’s a pencil stuck in your pants. A leprechaun took mine. Can I have yours?”
Puck keeps hitting his head against the slide and ignores Brittany and adjusts his clothing to cover for him until he can get to the bathroom.
Recess is almost over, anyways.