Tip Top Tip (Finn/Puck, NC-17, Part Two)
Title: Tip Top Tip (Part Two)
Pairing: Top!Finn/Bottom!Puck
Rating:NC-17
Word Count: 2, 148 words
Summary: Finn's sick of being the girl. He's convinced it's his time to shine.
After what seemed forever of denim desperately rubbing against denim, Finn reluctantly panted out the other’s name. They couldn’t really stick with just this anymore, not since they’d worked out how much more awesome things were without the clothes, or the hesitation of being “too gay”. He managed to sober himself to the situation, drawing back from the distracted kisses to appreciate the writhing figure beneath him. So Puck totally loved this more than he’d ever admit. It was so obvious from the way his back arched and his cheeks flushed. And the glare because he knew he’d been caught out.
Fucking hot. And maybe a little gay.
Mostly because it was all Finn’s work, wrapped up in a sexy little panting package. This was always a mutual thing, too. They never really had this kind of guy-on-guy experience with anyone else. That’s what made Finn feel so empowered and trusting when it came to his best friend, seeing as they were both learning. It was all about trying to figure out the kinks and tricks to the other, and then putting them in practice. Like Finn knew Puck was all about eye contact, and Puck knew Finn had a total girl out when he’d be sweet. Girl outs usually meant really good sex, so Puck definitely kept that stashed away.
It was more than that though. Somehow, they felt like they were catching up on lost time. All the years they wasted chasing dumb blondes and annoying brunettes could have easily been spent playing Xbox, eating pizza, and fucking around. That was the security Finn adored about the man laying all frazzled in front of him. It was all his.
Oh, and the way he felt when Puck mumbled his first ’I love you’ cemented the flutter in Finn’s stomach every damn time Puck looked at him. Even if he had said it from no where, and he had no idea how he’d managed to earn it. Actually, if he remembered, it was something to do with Finn saying ‘I forgive you’… From the Lima sex shark, you don’t expect a tender, genuine “I love you” every half hour.
“Finn.”
The breathy demand brought Finn back from his momentary reverie, his smile very carefully guarded, “Puck.” His eyebrow was playfully arched along with the corner of his mouth - it wasn’t really as smarmy as Puck managed, but it was amusing nonetheless. At least for Puck - Finn was being semi-serious.
“Don’t do that,” Puck tried to growl, but it just came out as husky and useless as anything else he tried to say after. He futilely slumped against the floor, an xbox controller digging into his neck.
“What?”
“That. Thinking,” he snapped, “y’being a tease and it’s annoying.”
“You tease all the time. Sucks to get some of your own medication, right?” Finn looked down at Puck with a smirk that seemed too Puck-ish to actually be allowed on his face.
“It’s ‘a taste of my own medicine’ actually…”
“You talk way too much,” he slowly enunciated, leaning down to press his face into the crook of Puck’s neck, all tongue and teeth against the sensitive skin. It was super comfy, and the smell was basically ten kinds of amazing. It was the familiar scent of the past, but with this weird edge to it. That was probably the sweat and the salsa, but he chose to leave it at that mysterious point. After Puck rolled his hips a few times more, Finn shifted back from him.
“Dude.”
“Puck. There’s a line between hot needy and annoying needy. You’re kinda doing a lot of bitching, not a lot of twitching…” Finn pointed out before pushing Puck’s shirt up and over his head. The unmistakable flicker of silver caught his eye against the tanned boy’s flesh, his smirk returning once again, he ran a hand confidently along Puck’s side before honing in on the pierced skin. And it always got the same response, no matter where or when Finn touched it.
“Fuck,” Puck’s hips punctured his curse with a firm thrust, his knees locking at Finn’s sides, “hand, mouth, whatever, just Finn, stop it,” Puck quickly mumbled, his fists tightly firmly pressed against Finn’s chest.
“Fine,” Finn conceded. It was way too amazing to have Puck be so adorably needy about stuff, especially when he had to resort to basically begging. Finn swallowed hard as his hand dropped just against the buckle of Puck’s belt. It didn’t take much effort (and Finn had done this blind enough times not to stumble through it), so all that it took was getting Puck to keep his hips still for a few seconds. “Yeah, okay, you’re desperate, I get it, can you just… there,” Finn sighed.
Although he was used to seeing the other boy naked (between football, and god knows how many showers in the locker-room, he kind of had to) there was something different about it all. Probably the way the other’s muscles urgently contracted at every touch. Finn smiled goofily as he trailed his fingers across Puck’s exposed abs, watching as they reacted - it was coupled with that awesome sound Puck made when he was getting annoyed at Mario for dying too many times in a row.
Gaming and sex were basically inevitable between them.
“Oh my God, fuck off Finn. Just do something, I’m fucking dying,” Puck whined again.
“Wow, can you put your vagina away for like ten seconds? I’m appreciating my needy boyfriend and not rushing past his awesome abs,” Finn insisted incredulously, a laugh rolling from his lips. Puck seemed barely sated by this, stupidly smirking and covering his face with his arms. Yeah, so Finn could totally tell he was blushing. It was funny how the little comments got to Puck - especially when it came to stroking the dude’s ego. Finn shifted back once again as he dragged the other’s jeanss down and he felt a pang of sympathy for Puck.
“Oh.”
“Chyeah. Ass.”
“Sorry,” Finn mumbled. He hadn’t really considered that Puck was probably almost in pain ‘cause denim and a hard on were never friends, ever. Except that one time… Focus. Finn’s mouth found it’s way back to Puck’s jaw line, expertly tracing along the pulse points and spots that drove the other crazy. Once they worked out sex was all good between them, all their Xboxing had turned into ‘let’s have loud, epic, messy sex’. So after a few months of that, Finn knew how Puck worked better than his girlfriend. Which was kinda sad.
Oh well.
Puck was a better housewife anyway.
“Fuck, better, so much better,” Puck moaned, the curl his lips taking a delicious shape Finn knew too well. It was the smirk of a satisfied Puckerman. Usually that’d creep him out (‘cause he knew it meant he’d just fucked a Cheerio in an empty classroom), but Finn knew this was all him. It was like flicking on a switch, one that made him want to make the other feel amazing. Finn liked to give, because when you gave, everything came back a hundred times more amazinglyly. If that was a word - was it?
“Finn?”
“Mhh babe?”
“Seriously, you’d think of all things you could focus on giving a handjob. My fucking god Finn, do you want me to start spraying you with a water bottle every time you spa - ace - out…” Puck’s words died in his throat as Finn started idly groping Puck. There was no technique, but the pressure was enough. It shut him up anyway.
“Sorry, what was that?”
“Nothing. Sorry. Okay.”
Finn happily adjusted his grasp of Puck’s apparent erection, the pads of his fingers trailing along the defined ridges and dips. There was one spot that made Puck moan like a 14-year-old virgin, so Finn spared no effort focusing there. Yeah, okay, it was another dude’s dick, but hey, the sounds he made were awesome. No really.
This was awesome.
The taste of salsa on Puck’s lips, awesome.
“I’m guessing you like that?” Puck nodded, his breath catching at irregular moments, “ I mean, of course you like that. It’s - yeah. Um.”
“You fail at dirty talk. Just sayin’.”
Finn scowled. So maybe he hadn’t had years of practice (or any practice) but he knew he didn’t suck at it. But this was all a plot, he could tell. He knew Puck liked it, so by telling him he wasn’t any good, he’d try harder, and Puck would get what he wanted and - ow! Bitch! “Dude, don’t bite me!”
Puck gave him a meaningful look.
“Of course you like biting, it’s all about power with you. It’s all about how hard you can bite, and how many marks you can leave,” Finn grumbled. He raised an eyebrow at Puck as he smirked a little less, his breath hitching again. Wait, what? A smile of realization crossed his features, “Is that better babe?”
The small nod and wriggle that Puck barely managed suggested that, yes, he liked.
Finn’s smirk edged a little wider with every thrust Puck couldn’t quite control, and every moan that slipped from his lips. This being in control thing was fun, but a little worrying. His hand kept a solid pace, while the other kept Puck’s hips pinned. All he needed to do was gauge where he thought Puck was before drawing back, nipping and sucking at the other’s collarbone. And once he knew Puck was basically about to climax, he’d just stop, laughing under his breath as Puck’s eyes would shoot open, his expression indignant.
“Don’t do that dude,” Puck snapped, trying to get the feeling back - any feeling, actually. But Finn managed to keep his wrists at bay, all the angry thrashing and desperate whines only adding to his amusement. It was more or less a gesture of kindness, really.
“If you do it a few times, hold off long enough, when you finally come, it’s amazing,” Finn whispered happily against Puck’s ear before licking across the lobe. He learned that himself, and he was proud. All the techniques you pick up in seventeen years of celibacy came in handy.
…
Handy.
“I - I know that.”
“No you don’t.”
“I’m a total sex shark. The Puckerone knows how to get himself off.”
“Uhuh,” Finn mumbled against Puck’s collarbone, gently marking along the edges as he waiting for Puck’s breathing to even out. He was honestly a little surprised Puck didn’t just resolve to getting himself off. It’s what Finn usually did if Puck was being a tease. But again, Finn thought Puck liked this more than he was willing to admit, so Finn just played along as if he didn’t know any better. “Y’good?”
“Mhhm,” Puck agreed with a grunt, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his palm.
“Good because I’m getting sick of this, and my wrist is starting to hurt.”
“I thought you of all people would have epic wrist stamina…”
Finn’s hand gently squeezed, just enough to remind Puck who was really in the position to be poking fun here. He could pretty much rip the guy’s business off right here and that was a scary thought to Puck. So he complied, swallowing further insults for the moment. “So where’s the stuff?” The stuff was their little stash. A couple of weeks ago they’d risked heading into a tacky adult store and bought enough lube and condoms to last them for a while. So, a few weeks.
“Uh… Your room dude. Remember?”
“Well… fuck,” Finn sighed, looking at the hot mess in front of him. Puck frowned.
“I am not walking upstairs.”
Finn smirked.
“… Oh fuck no.”
“Don’t worry babe, I got you,” Finn laughed to himself before tugging Puck’s pants up to a respectable level. With that - and the knowledge he wouldn’t have to watch Puck’s erection bounce in his face as he carried him - he snatched Puck up. Although initially unwilling, he latched like a little trooper as Finn easily carried him upstairs. This was pretty gay. Especially bridal style. But whatever, they had to get down to business, and being in the middle of his lounge room was not gonna get anything done. Except maybe get them busted.
Kurt already knew (which was bad enough), and had offered a lesson in “bees and the bees” but Finn declined. He was pretty sure he knew way more than Kurt did about dudes and penises and stuff. Pretty sure. Once into his bedroom, Finn dropped Puck on the newly purchased double that barely fit in the room. Finn had made the frame himself, but the mattress was new, and that was all that mattered.
He felt super manly for making his own bed (and in turn, fucking in his own bed).
He felt less manly as he tugged Puck’s jeans off and retrieved condom and lube.
Ah well. Whatever got him laid.
Part Three
Pairing: Top!Finn/Bottom!Puck
Rating:NC-17
Word Count: 2, 148 words
Summary: Finn's sick of being the girl. He's convinced it's his time to shine.
After what seemed forever of denim desperately rubbing against denim, Finn reluctantly panted out the other’s name. They couldn’t really stick with just this anymore, not since they’d worked out how much more awesome things were without the clothes, or the hesitation of being “too gay”. He managed to sober himself to the situation, drawing back from the distracted kisses to appreciate the writhing figure beneath him. So Puck totally loved this more than he’d ever admit. It was so obvious from the way his back arched and his cheeks flushed. And the glare because he knew he’d been caught out.
Fucking hot. And maybe a little gay.
Mostly because it was all Finn’s work, wrapped up in a sexy little panting package. This was always a mutual thing, too. They never really had this kind of guy-on-guy experience with anyone else. That’s what made Finn feel so empowered and trusting when it came to his best friend, seeing as they were both learning. It was all about trying to figure out the kinks and tricks to the other, and then putting them in practice. Like Finn knew Puck was all about eye contact, and Puck knew Finn had a total girl out when he’d be sweet. Girl outs usually meant really good sex, so Puck definitely kept that stashed away.
It was more than that though. Somehow, they felt like they were catching up on lost time. All the years they wasted chasing dumb blondes and annoying brunettes could have easily been spent playing Xbox, eating pizza, and fucking around. That was the security Finn adored about the man laying all frazzled in front of him. It was all his.
Oh, and the way he felt when Puck mumbled his first ’I love you’ cemented the flutter in Finn’s stomach every damn time Puck looked at him. Even if he had said it from no where, and he had no idea how he’d managed to earn it. Actually, if he remembered, it was something to do with Finn saying ‘I forgive you’… From the Lima sex shark, you don’t expect a tender, genuine “I love you” every half hour.
“Finn.”
The breathy demand brought Finn back from his momentary reverie, his smile very carefully guarded, “Puck.” His eyebrow was playfully arched along with the corner of his mouth - it wasn’t really as smarmy as Puck managed, but it was amusing nonetheless. At least for Puck - Finn was being semi-serious.
“Don’t do that,” Puck tried to growl, but it just came out as husky and useless as anything else he tried to say after. He futilely slumped against the floor, an xbox controller digging into his neck.
“What?”
“That. Thinking,” he snapped, “y’being a tease and it’s annoying.”
“You tease all the time. Sucks to get some of your own medication, right?” Finn looked down at Puck with a smirk that seemed too Puck-ish to actually be allowed on his face.
“It’s ‘a taste of my own medicine’ actually…”
“You talk way too much,” he slowly enunciated, leaning down to press his face into the crook of Puck’s neck, all tongue and teeth against the sensitive skin. It was super comfy, and the smell was basically ten kinds of amazing. It was the familiar scent of the past, but with this weird edge to it. That was probably the sweat and the salsa, but he chose to leave it at that mysterious point. After Puck rolled his hips a few times more, Finn shifted back from him.
“Dude.”
“Puck. There’s a line between hot needy and annoying needy. You’re kinda doing a lot of bitching, not a lot of twitching…” Finn pointed out before pushing Puck’s shirt up and over his head. The unmistakable flicker of silver caught his eye against the tanned boy’s flesh, his smirk returning once again, he ran a hand confidently along Puck’s side before honing in on the pierced skin. And it always got the same response, no matter where or when Finn touched it.
“Fuck,” Puck’s hips punctured his curse with a firm thrust, his knees locking at Finn’s sides, “hand, mouth, whatever, just Finn, stop it,” Puck quickly mumbled, his fists tightly firmly pressed against Finn’s chest.
“Fine,” Finn conceded. It was way too amazing to have Puck be so adorably needy about stuff, especially when he had to resort to basically begging. Finn swallowed hard as his hand dropped just against the buckle of Puck’s belt. It didn’t take much effort (and Finn had done this blind enough times not to stumble through it), so all that it took was getting Puck to keep his hips still for a few seconds. “Yeah, okay, you’re desperate, I get it, can you just… there,” Finn sighed.
Although he was used to seeing the other boy naked (between football, and god knows how many showers in the locker-room, he kind of had to) there was something different about it all. Probably the way the other’s muscles urgently contracted at every touch. Finn smiled goofily as he trailed his fingers across Puck’s exposed abs, watching as they reacted - it was coupled with that awesome sound Puck made when he was getting annoyed at Mario for dying too many times in a row.
Gaming and sex were basically inevitable between them.
“Oh my God, fuck off Finn. Just do something, I’m fucking dying,” Puck whined again.
“Wow, can you put your vagina away for like ten seconds? I’m appreciating my needy boyfriend and not rushing past his awesome abs,” Finn insisted incredulously, a laugh rolling from his lips. Puck seemed barely sated by this, stupidly smirking and covering his face with his arms. Yeah, so Finn could totally tell he was blushing. It was funny how the little comments got to Puck - especially when it came to stroking the dude’s ego. Finn shifted back once again as he dragged the other’s jeanss down and he felt a pang of sympathy for Puck.
“Oh.”
“Chyeah. Ass.”
“Sorry,” Finn mumbled. He hadn’t really considered that Puck was probably almost in pain ‘cause denim and a hard on were never friends, ever. Except that one time… Focus. Finn’s mouth found it’s way back to Puck’s jaw line, expertly tracing along the pulse points and spots that drove the other crazy. Once they worked out sex was all good between them, all their Xboxing had turned into ‘let’s have loud, epic, messy sex’. So after a few months of that, Finn knew how Puck worked better than his girlfriend. Which was kinda sad.
Oh well.
Puck was a better housewife anyway.
“Fuck, better, so much better,” Puck moaned, the curl his lips taking a delicious shape Finn knew too well. It was the smirk of a satisfied Puckerman. Usually that’d creep him out (‘cause he knew it meant he’d just fucked a Cheerio in an empty classroom), but Finn knew this was all him. It was like flicking on a switch, one that made him want to make the other feel amazing. Finn liked to give, because when you gave, everything came back a hundred times more amazinglyly. If that was a word - was it?
“Finn?”
“Mhh babe?”
“Seriously, you’d think of all things you could focus on giving a handjob. My fucking god Finn, do you want me to start spraying you with a water bottle every time you spa - ace - out…” Puck’s words died in his throat as Finn started idly groping Puck. There was no technique, but the pressure was enough. It shut him up anyway.
“Sorry, what was that?”
“Nothing. Sorry. Okay.”
Finn happily adjusted his grasp of Puck’s apparent erection, the pads of his fingers trailing along the defined ridges and dips. There was one spot that made Puck moan like a 14-year-old virgin, so Finn spared no effort focusing there. Yeah, okay, it was another dude’s dick, but hey, the sounds he made were awesome. No really.
This was awesome.
The taste of salsa on Puck’s lips, awesome.
“I’m guessing you like that?” Puck nodded, his breath catching at irregular moments, “ I mean, of course you like that. It’s - yeah. Um.”
“You fail at dirty talk. Just sayin’.”
Finn scowled. So maybe he hadn’t had years of practice (or any practice) but he knew he didn’t suck at it. But this was all a plot, he could tell. He knew Puck liked it, so by telling him he wasn’t any good, he’d try harder, and Puck would get what he wanted and - ow! Bitch! “Dude, don’t bite me!”
Puck gave him a meaningful look.
“Of course you like biting, it’s all about power with you. It’s all about how hard you can bite, and how many marks you can leave,” Finn grumbled. He raised an eyebrow at Puck as he smirked a little less, his breath hitching again. Wait, what? A smile of realization crossed his features, “Is that better babe?”
The small nod and wriggle that Puck barely managed suggested that, yes, he liked.
Finn’s smirk edged a little wider with every thrust Puck couldn’t quite control, and every moan that slipped from his lips. This being in control thing was fun, but a little worrying. His hand kept a solid pace, while the other kept Puck’s hips pinned. All he needed to do was gauge where he thought Puck was before drawing back, nipping and sucking at the other’s collarbone. And once he knew Puck was basically about to climax, he’d just stop, laughing under his breath as Puck’s eyes would shoot open, his expression indignant.
“Don’t do that dude,” Puck snapped, trying to get the feeling back - any feeling, actually. But Finn managed to keep his wrists at bay, all the angry thrashing and desperate whines only adding to his amusement. It was more or less a gesture of kindness, really.
“If you do it a few times, hold off long enough, when you finally come, it’s amazing,” Finn whispered happily against Puck’s ear before licking across the lobe. He learned that himself, and he was proud. All the techniques you pick up in seventeen years of celibacy came in handy.
…
Handy.
“I - I know that.”
“No you don’t.”
“I’m a total sex shark. The Puckerone knows how to get himself off.”
“Uhuh,” Finn mumbled against Puck’s collarbone, gently marking along the edges as he waiting for Puck’s breathing to even out. He was honestly a little surprised Puck didn’t just resolve to getting himself off. It’s what Finn usually did if Puck was being a tease. But again, Finn thought Puck liked this more than he was willing to admit, so Finn just played along as if he didn’t know any better. “Y’good?”
“Mhhm,” Puck agreed with a grunt, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his palm.
“Good because I’m getting sick of this, and my wrist is starting to hurt.”
“I thought you of all people would have epic wrist stamina…”
Finn’s hand gently squeezed, just enough to remind Puck who was really in the position to be poking fun here. He could pretty much rip the guy’s business off right here and that was a scary thought to Puck. So he complied, swallowing further insults for the moment. “So where’s the stuff?” The stuff was their little stash. A couple of weeks ago they’d risked heading into a tacky adult store and bought enough lube and condoms to last them for a while. So, a few weeks.
“Uh… Your room dude. Remember?”
“Well… fuck,” Finn sighed, looking at the hot mess in front of him. Puck frowned.
“I am not walking upstairs.”
Finn smirked.
“… Oh fuck no.”
“Don’t worry babe, I got you,” Finn laughed to himself before tugging Puck’s pants up to a respectable level. With that - and the knowledge he wouldn’t have to watch Puck’s erection bounce in his face as he carried him - he snatched Puck up. Although initially unwilling, he latched like a little trooper as Finn easily carried him upstairs. This was pretty gay. Especially bridal style. But whatever, they had to get down to business, and being in the middle of his lounge room was not gonna get anything done. Except maybe get them busted.
Kurt already knew (which was bad enough), and had offered a lesson in “bees and the bees” but Finn declined. He was pretty sure he knew way more than Kurt did about dudes and penises and stuff. Pretty sure. Once into his bedroom, Finn dropped Puck on the newly purchased double that barely fit in the room. Finn had made the frame himself, but the mattress was new, and that was all that mattered.
He felt super manly for making his own bed (and in turn, fucking in his own bed).
He felt less manly as he tugged Puck’s jeans off and retrieved condom and lube.
Ah well. Whatever got him laid.
Part Three