GLEE: Operating Manual Optional
Title: Operating Manual Optional
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Kurt Hummel, Noah 'Puck' Puckerman, Finn Hudson
Pairing: Kurt/Puck/Finn, Finn/Puck
Warnings: Threesome
Spoilers: references of 2.14 Blame it on the Alcohol.
Disclaimer: Not mine. No money. No affiliation.
A/N: Continuation of Only Seems Kinky the First Time and Not of Average Arrangement.
Summary: Puck starts to over think things, but Finn has strict instructions on just how to handle that.
Series: Part Three in 'Sex and Waffles'
Nothing really changes. Puck's not exactly surprised. It's not like anyone is about to stand up and declare that, hey, three way dude sex is the way to go. And that is fine. Besides, Puck spent the weekend at the Hudson-Hummel residence and frankly he's pretty much zoning out the entire day. And it's not just because he's shit tired from an insane amount of sex and making out, it's a little bit of that creeping doubt and blatant craziness that keeps smacking him in the face.
He spent the weekend at the Hudson-Hummel residence, and after breakfast it wasn't in the least bit awkward at all. Kurt went for his morning shower, Puck's jeans were thrown in the wash and he had a pair of Finn's sweats on for exactly twenty minutes before they two were in the wash and Finn was out cold for the best part of three hours. Apparently, some guys just have a latent cock-sucking skill. Puck is one of those guys. But the weekend wasn't just sex -which threw Puck for a little while. With Finn sleeping, Puck and Kurt watched a few movies, they made lunch and played some video games, made out on the sofa for a while, and yes, there was sex but it wasn't like that was all they did.
Puck spent Saturday night much like Friday night, with Finn pressed against one side and Kurt on the other and waking up on Sunday morning was so much easier. Partly because he woke up with Kurt kissing and biting down his chest and Finn's morning wood pressing to his ass. All in all, mornings without freak outs are pretty epic. And Kurt doesn't just cook pancakes, he's like this culinary God or something, Kurt can do no wrong in the kitchen at all. And Finn agrees whole heartedly and hell, Puck wants this food all the time.
But Sunday night means Kurt driving back up to Dalton when Burt and Carole come back and that Puck will need to actually go home. Puck gives Kurt a blow job for the road while Finn goes downstairs to keep Burt and Carole occupied and that just totally gives away Kurt's little 'getting caught' kink.
And Monday morning, everything with him and Finn is totally cool, they're completely chilled and Puck is pretty sure that this is possibly the best his life has ever been. His teachers are pretty surprised when he shows up for his classes and actually pays attention, he gets homework assignments done, because Beiste is making sure they all keep their grades up if they want to play next season, and shit if Puck is missing out on that. But then he gets this sort of pang, because Quinn is pretty obvious with her flirting -really how is anyone missing that?
So, he hooked up with Finn and Kurt at the weekend, and yeah, they all sort of agreed that they'd be down with things happening on a semi-regular basis. But realistically, and Puck is all about realistic shit now, how is that meant to work? Kurt's at Dalton, Puck knows that Dalton is safe for him and all that, but he spends his days there and comes home on the weekends and frankly that's not a lot of time for anything -and Puck knows that Mercedes takes up a lot of Kurt's time, but so does maintaining his relationship with his Dad and Carole and then making sure he's still up to date on his school work. So, just how much time would really be put aside to maintain a relationship with two people? Just one person was hard enough at the best of times.
And Finn. Well, Puck was under no illusion when it came to his best friend. Yeah, Finn probably felt it right then, but Christ, the boy had been in love with two completely different girls for the better part of a year and a half. At the same time. Finn was his boy, through thick and thin and even when Puck screwed up, but he wasn't the most decisive of people. The wind might blow one way that day, but hell if anyone could predict where it'd be going the next.
Puck just wouldn't get too involved. He wouldn't look for anything, that'd keep it easy. That way, when Finn got back with Rachel or Quinn, and when Kurt found a boy at Dalton, Puck could just step back and not mess up their lives. It'd be fun while it lasted and then they'd just slot into the whole 'friends' thing even if they have been fucking. Puck's pretty sure that can work.
"You're over thinking things." Finn isn't shy about personal space it seems, and Puck smirks, turning his head to raise an eyebrow at Finn.
"How would you know what that looks like?" It's good that this banter stays between him and Finn, that they just slot from one column to the other without working past any awkwardness. They're in the locker room, Puck taking his own sweet time clearing up after basketball practice. Finn bites at Puck's earlobe -and really, Puck's been kind of surprised at just how hard that gets him- while running a hand around Puck's waist, fingers just brushing the top of his shorts.
"Kurt gave me very specific instructions to follow if it looked like you were thinking too hard." It doesn't surprise Puck that Kurt is the mastermind behind this whole thing, although he really doesn't care when Finn's hand is sort of almost inside his shorts but not quite. "Kurt's instructions should always be followed, don't you think?"
It should be weird; the shivers that Finn's breath on his neck cause, the way his mouth went dry as Finn's hand dipped past the waist band of his shorts, the way his heart jumped when Finn pressed his hips forward and pushed his hard on against Puck's ass. It's mostly just weird that it's not. Puck's just pressing back while arching his hips up to coax Finn on -if he'd actually given much thought to how things like this might play out, he'd had mostly assumed that he'd be the one making the move rather than Finn.
"Fuck, Finn." Puck really wasn't thinking about much beyond the hand wrapping around his dick. Fuck if this was Kurt's way to keep him from thinking too much it was going to be far too effective.
"God, you're so fucking responsive." Finn's teeth nip lightly at the curve of Puck's throat, his other hand pushing Puck's shorts to the ground before curling around Puck's hip to pull him back into Finn's erection again. "It's so good." It becomes obvious that Finn at least planned this when he pulls a packet of lube out of nowhere and a condom to drop them on the bench behind them.
"Shit, Finn, how detailed were Kurt's instructions?" He doesn't rightly care for the answer, least of all when Finn nudges him to lean forward against the lockers. There's the sound of the lube packet tearing and Puck feels the apprehension coil in his gut, tighter than the desire. Finn's slick fingers slip past the ring of muscle with ease, and really, Puck's getting far too used to that stretch in the space of just a few days, but shit it still feels fucking amazing.
"Very," Finn growls it against Puck's ear, sliding another finger in with the first and stretching and twisting. "He was pretty particular on how to treat you too." Fuck, Puck really shouldn't be getting off on this, on Finn talking about Kurt talking about what to do. But Christ if it isn't hot. "I've to get you all worked up, man, get you begging for it. You're not there yet, are you?" Even as Puck pressed back, moaning low in his throat and biting his lip to stifle the noise. Until Finn pressed a third finger in, twisting deep and nudging just right against Puck's prostate. The whine was completely unintentional, even as he pressed back, body wanting more and his cock practically aching for attention.
"Finn, c'mon, dude." Kurt called him a switch, all Puck knew was that he could go from begging for it to practically wringing it out of Kurt. But Finn was figuring out on his own just how to push Puck's buttons, some of which Puck didn't even know he had.
"Say it." With a hand gripping to Puck's hip, holding him pretty much in place, Finn stroked his fingers slowly, fucking into Puck with a steady, controlled pace, breath trailing over Puck's neck as his mouth rested just by Puck's ear. "C'mon, Puck, lemme hear it." It was a bit of a surprising thrill, this side of Finn. He was far more sure, definitely an improvement, and fuck if it didn't get Puck hot.
"Fu-fuck, Finn," Puck's head fell forward, back arching in an attempt to get more from the controlled movements, his muscles clenching to try and entice Finn to move things along already. Finn's movements didn't change, beyond him biting Puck's neck again. "Christ, Finn, fuck me."
That was pretty much all Finn was waiting for, and Puck knew it. The fingers withdrew and Puck couldn't stop the hiss as the stretch vanished, although it thankfully wasn't a whine. Finn was suited up and pressing back in within a matter of moments, making Puck gasp and push back, teeth clenching at the slow press instead of the usual (three times counted as 'usual' didn't it?) quick push in, Finn really was following whatever Kurt said. When he was fully pressed to Puck, Finn halted, panting against the back of Puck's neck as his hands stroked around his ribcage before gripping back to Puck's hips.
"Good?" Whatever else Finn might do, he always asked that, just that one word, to make sure Puck was ready. It was sort of out with some of his other traits, but Puck was grateful for it none the less. With a jerk of a nod, Puck pressed back, moaning quietly -in case Beiste was still around somewhere, and that would be a total mood killer. Finn's grip tightened as he set a pace, pulling out and pressing in with just the right force and almost shoving Puck into the lockers in front of him. "Shit, Puck, so fucking tight dude." Finn changed angle or whatever and hit Puck's prostate with fucking jaw clenching precision, making Puck's muscles tighten even further and Finn groaned against Puck's skin.
"C'mon Finn, fuck, I need more." His stomach was almost in knots from the build, the hot coil of that pleasure just tightening with every thrust but never enough to push him over. Finn slipped a hand around, wrapping around Puck's cock and jacking him in off time with his thrusts, pushing Puck that little bit further until Finn's teeth sank into Puck's neck and Puck saw white.
"Jesus, fucking, Christ." Finn thrust out of his rhythm twice before following Puck over, emptying into the condom and collapsing forward against Puck's back.
"Dude," Puck had found that after a good fucking he was bone tired, so much so that he'd be perfectly content to just lay out on the bench and sleep. Kurt was pretty good at cleaning them up and making things comfortable for a light doze between rounds, but the locker room at school probably wasn't the best place to try that. "You are like a fucking furnace." Finn just chuckled into Puck's neck, stroking his hand over Puck's stomach.
"You just jizzed over Anderson's locker."
"Fucker nearly knocked me over during drills, he deserves it." They stayed like that until Puck couldn't feel Finn's heart hammering in his chest and then he pulled back, pulling out and starting the clean up before both of them got dressed -rather lethargically in Puck's case.
"What do you think, Wendy's?" It might be positive reinforcement or something, but Finn and Kurt seemed to set up the routine to feed Puck after sex. He wasn't sure if it was some weird 'keep up his strength' thing or if they both actually got hungry after sex, but Puck wasn't complaining.
"Dude, they have the best pancake stack ever." Using one of the used towels, Puck wiped down the front of Anderson's locker just to prove he wasn't that much of a douche, then followed Finn out.
Sure, this shit might not last, but why not enjoy it while it did.
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Kurt Hummel, Noah 'Puck' Puckerman, Finn Hudson
Pairing: Kurt/Puck/Finn, Finn/Puck
Warnings: Threesome
Spoilers: references of 2.14 Blame it on the Alcohol.
Disclaimer: Not mine. No money. No affiliation.
A/N: Continuation of Only Seems Kinky the First Time and Not of Average Arrangement.
Summary: Puck starts to over think things, but Finn has strict instructions on just how to handle that.
Series: Part Three in 'Sex and Waffles'
Nothing really changes. Puck's not exactly surprised. It's not like anyone is about to stand up and declare that, hey, three way dude sex is the way to go. And that is fine. Besides, Puck spent the weekend at the Hudson-Hummel residence and frankly he's pretty much zoning out the entire day. And it's not just because he's shit tired from an insane amount of sex and making out, it's a little bit of that creeping doubt and blatant craziness that keeps smacking him in the face.
He spent the weekend at the Hudson-Hummel residence, and after breakfast it wasn't in the least bit awkward at all. Kurt went for his morning shower, Puck's jeans were thrown in the wash and he had a pair of Finn's sweats on for exactly twenty minutes before they two were in the wash and Finn was out cold for the best part of three hours. Apparently, some guys just have a latent cock-sucking skill. Puck is one of those guys. But the weekend wasn't just sex -which threw Puck for a little while. With Finn sleeping, Puck and Kurt watched a few movies, they made lunch and played some video games, made out on the sofa for a while, and yes, there was sex but it wasn't like that was all they did.
Puck spent Saturday night much like Friday night, with Finn pressed against one side and Kurt on the other and waking up on Sunday morning was so much easier. Partly because he woke up with Kurt kissing and biting down his chest and Finn's morning wood pressing to his ass. All in all, mornings without freak outs are pretty epic. And Kurt doesn't just cook pancakes, he's like this culinary God or something, Kurt can do no wrong in the kitchen at all. And Finn agrees whole heartedly and hell, Puck wants this food all the time.
But Sunday night means Kurt driving back up to Dalton when Burt and Carole come back and that Puck will need to actually go home. Puck gives Kurt a blow job for the road while Finn goes downstairs to keep Burt and Carole occupied and that just totally gives away Kurt's little 'getting caught' kink.
And Monday morning, everything with him and Finn is totally cool, they're completely chilled and Puck is pretty sure that this is possibly the best his life has ever been. His teachers are pretty surprised when he shows up for his classes and actually pays attention, he gets homework assignments done, because Beiste is making sure they all keep their grades up if they want to play next season, and shit if Puck is missing out on that. But then he gets this sort of pang, because Quinn is pretty obvious with her flirting -really how is anyone missing that?
So, he hooked up with Finn and Kurt at the weekend, and yeah, they all sort of agreed that they'd be down with things happening on a semi-regular basis. But realistically, and Puck is all about realistic shit now, how is that meant to work? Kurt's at Dalton, Puck knows that Dalton is safe for him and all that, but he spends his days there and comes home on the weekends and frankly that's not a lot of time for anything -and Puck knows that Mercedes takes up a lot of Kurt's time, but so does maintaining his relationship with his Dad and Carole and then making sure he's still up to date on his school work. So, just how much time would really be put aside to maintain a relationship with two people? Just one person was hard enough at the best of times.
And Finn. Well, Puck was under no illusion when it came to his best friend. Yeah, Finn probably felt it right then, but Christ, the boy had been in love with two completely different girls for the better part of a year and a half. At the same time. Finn was his boy, through thick and thin and even when Puck screwed up, but he wasn't the most decisive of people. The wind might blow one way that day, but hell if anyone could predict where it'd be going the next.
Puck just wouldn't get too involved. He wouldn't look for anything, that'd keep it easy. That way, when Finn got back with Rachel or Quinn, and when Kurt found a boy at Dalton, Puck could just step back and not mess up their lives. It'd be fun while it lasted and then they'd just slot into the whole 'friends' thing even if they have been fucking. Puck's pretty sure that can work.
"You're over thinking things." Finn isn't shy about personal space it seems, and Puck smirks, turning his head to raise an eyebrow at Finn.
"How would you know what that looks like?" It's good that this banter stays between him and Finn, that they just slot from one column to the other without working past any awkwardness. They're in the locker room, Puck taking his own sweet time clearing up after basketball practice. Finn bites at Puck's earlobe -and really, Puck's been kind of surprised at just how hard that gets him- while running a hand around Puck's waist, fingers just brushing the top of his shorts.
"Kurt gave me very specific instructions to follow if it looked like you were thinking too hard." It doesn't surprise Puck that Kurt is the mastermind behind this whole thing, although he really doesn't care when Finn's hand is sort of almost inside his shorts but not quite. "Kurt's instructions should always be followed, don't you think?"
It should be weird; the shivers that Finn's breath on his neck cause, the way his mouth went dry as Finn's hand dipped past the waist band of his shorts, the way his heart jumped when Finn pressed his hips forward and pushed his hard on against Puck's ass. It's mostly just weird that it's not. Puck's just pressing back while arching his hips up to coax Finn on -if he'd actually given much thought to how things like this might play out, he'd had mostly assumed that he'd be the one making the move rather than Finn.
"Fuck, Finn." Puck really wasn't thinking about much beyond the hand wrapping around his dick. Fuck if this was Kurt's way to keep him from thinking too much it was going to be far too effective.
"God, you're so fucking responsive." Finn's teeth nip lightly at the curve of Puck's throat, his other hand pushing Puck's shorts to the ground before curling around Puck's hip to pull him back into Finn's erection again. "It's so good." It becomes obvious that Finn at least planned this when he pulls a packet of lube out of nowhere and a condom to drop them on the bench behind them.
"Shit, Finn, how detailed were Kurt's instructions?" He doesn't rightly care for the answer, least of all when Finn nudges him to lean forward against the lockers. There's the sound of the lube packet tearing and Puck feels the apprehension coil in his gut, tighter than the desire. Finn's slick fingers slip past the ring of muscle with ease, and really, Puck's getting far too used to that stretch in the space of just a few days, but shit it still feels fucking amazing.
"Very," Finn growls it against Puck's ear, sliding another finger in with the first and stretching and twisting. "He was pretty particular on how to treat you too." Fuck, Puck really shouldn't be getting off on this, on Finn talking about Kurt talking about what to do. But Christ if it isn't hot. "I've to get you all worked up, man, get you begging for it. You're not there yet, are you?" Even as Puck pressed back, moaning low in his throat and biting his lip to stifle the noise. Until Finn pressed a third finger in, twisting deep and nudging just right against Puck's prostate. The whine was completely unintentional, even as he pressed back, body wanting more and his cock practically aching for attention.
"Finn, c'mon, dude." Kurt called him a switch, all Puck knew was that he could go from begging for it to practically wringing it out of Kurt. But Finn was figuring out on his own just how to push Puck's buttons, some of which Puck didn't even know he had.
"Say it." With a hand gripping to Puck's hip, holding him pretty much in place, Finn stroked his fingers slowly, fucking into Puck with a steady, controlled pace, breath trailing over Puck's neck as his mouth rested just by Puck's ear. "C'mon, Puck, lemme hear it." It was a bit of a surprising thrill, this side of Finn. He was far more sure, definitely an improvement, and fuck if it didn't get Puck hot.
"Fu-fuck, Finn," Puck's head fell forward, back arching in an attempt to get more from the controlled movements, his muscles clenching to try and entice Finn to move things along already. Finn's movements didn't change, beyond him biting Puck's neck again. "Christ, Finn, fuck me."
That was pretty much all Finn was waiting for, and Puck knew it. The fingers withdrew and Puck couldn't stop the hiss as the stretch vanished, although it thankfully wasn't a whine. Finn was suited up and pressing back in within a matter of moments, making Puck gasp and push back, teeth clenching at the slow press instead of the usual (three times counted as 'usual' didn't it?) quick push in, Finn really was following whatever Kurt said. When he was fully pressed to Puck, Finn halted, panting against the back of Puck's neck as his hands stroked around his ribcage before gripping back to Puck's hips.
"Good?" Whatever else Finn might do, he always asked that, just that one word, to make sure Puck was ready. It was sort of out with some of his other traits, but Puck was grateful for it none the less. With a jerk of a nod, Puck pressed back, moaning quietly -in case Beiste was still around somewhere, and that would be a total mood killer. Finn's grip tightened as he set a pace, pulling out and pressing in with just the right force and almost shoving Puck into the lockers in front of him. "Shit, Puck, so fucking tight dude." Finn changed angle or whatever and hit Puck's prostate with fucking jaw clenching precision, making Puck's muscles tighten even further and Finn groaned against Puck's skin.
"C'mon Finn, fuck, I need more." His stomach was almost in knots from the build, the hot coil of that pleasure just tightening with every thrust but never enough to push him over. Finn slipped a hand around, wrapping around Puck's cock and jacking him in off time with his thrusts, pushing Puck that little bit further until Finn's teeth sank into Puck's neck and Puck saw white.
"Jesus, fucking, Christ." Finn thrust out of his rhythm twice before following Puck over, emptying into the condom and collapsing forward against Puck's back.
"Dude," Puck had found that after a good fucking he was bone tired, so much so that he'd be perfectly content to just lay out on the bench and sleep. Kurt was pretty good at cleaning them up and making things comfortable for a light doze between rounds, but the locker room at school probably wasn't the best place to try that. "You are like a fucking furnace." Finn just chuckled into Puck's neck, stroking his hand over Puck's stomach.
"You just jizzed over Anderson's locker."
"Fucker nearly knocked me over during drills, he deserves it." They stayed like that until Puck couldn't feel Finn's heart hammering in his chest and then he pulled back, pulling out and starting the clean up before both of them got dressed -rather lethargically in Puck's case.
"What do you think, Wendy's?" It might be positive reinforcement or something, but Finn and Kurt seemed to set up the routine to feed Puck after sex. He wasn't sure if it was some weird 'keep up his strength' thing or if they both actually got hungry after sex, but Puck wasn't complaining.
"Dude, they have the best pancake stack ever." Using one of the used towels, Puck wiped down the front of Anderson's locker just to prove he wasn't that much of a douche, then followed Finn out.
Sure, this shit might not last, but why not enjoy it while it did.