The Gas Leak - Part 4 - Puck/Bieste
Title: The Gas Leak
Pairing: Santana/Brittany (Ch 1 et al), Finn/Tina (Ch 2), Will/Holly (Ch 3), Puck/Bieste (Ch 4), & Others Later On.
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Takes place in what I hope Season 3 to be.
Disclaimer: I don't own this.
The Gas Leak
Based on a prompt from the Glee Kink Meme http://glee-kink-meme.livejournal.com/8721.html?thread=14264849#t14264849
“Brittany and Santana have one of their famous rendezvouses in the Boiler Room at school. They go at it kind of rough and accidentally cause some type of Gas Leak. Now this gas leak doesn't kill you or make you pass out ... it makes you horny. So in various other parts of the school, multiple other pairs begin to participate in the school wide sex romp.”
Features Brittana and 7 other rair couples/groups.
Chapter 4 - Dream Big, Work Hard - Puck/Bieste
Boys' Locker Room - 3:30 PM
Noah Puckerman could not care less about this latest Glee assignment from Mr. Schuester. The only ones he really cared about were the ones that resulted in him getting some type of action. In his opinion, this one would not lead to anything spectacular, so instead of slaving away on his guitar, he'd spend some time lifting weights.
Puck had started to really enjoy the time to himself in the weight room. School sucked as always, and being a member of two surprisingly competitive extracurricular teams was causing him a lot of stress. When he'd lift, that was his "Puck Time." Nothing would stand in the way of that.
He got into position and went to work. He started off small, to warm himself up. He didn't want to pull something, and miss a game. Bieste and the team would never let him live it down.
Just as he was about to up the weight load, Coach Bieste walked in. "Oh hey, Puckerman. I didn't expect anybody to still be here. Don't let me bother you. I was just gonna get things in here cleaned up before the weekend."
"No that's cool, Coach." He tried to hide his disappointment. It's not Coach Bieste that was the problem. Honestly, it wasn't. But, he'd be pissed at anyone who interrupted "Puck Time."
"What are you even doing here anyway? Shouldn't Will be preparing you guys for Sectionals?"
"Whenever we're all together, we fight. He told us to go off on our own and come up with ideas." Could she seriously not tell that he didn't want to be heaving this conversation?
"I appreciate your commitment to your physique considering how it'll benefit the team, but don't you think you should actually spend some time doing what Will asked you? Will and I promised one another that Glee and Football would be equal partners for those on both teams."
"What's with the lecturing, Coach?" He huffed. "Can't you tell that I'm not in the mood?"
Bieste slammed down the clipboard she was holding. Puck was startled enough to stop lifting and sit up. "I don't like you tone Puckerman."
"That's just great. First my "Puck Time" is ruined, and now my coach is gonna punish me for something that was her fault in the first place."
Bieste grabbed on Puck's shirt and yanked him onto his feet to look her in the eye. "Puckerman, I am your superior. I can reprimand you whenever I see fit for whatever reason I see fit. Is that clear?"
"Fine. Do whatever the fuck you want!"
"Oh now you curse at me?"
"God damn it. I don't fucking care. It's the weekend. I can say whatever the fuck I want!" Puck felt like his blood was boiling. Coach Bieste had murder in her eyes. Neither was sure who would back down first.
Coach Bieste noticed that Puck had clenched his hands into a fist. Puck noticed that she noticed this. "Were you thinking of taking a swing at me?" She asked.
The thought had crossed his mind, but he stopped himself. He wasn't quite sure why, but he shrugged her off and turned away.
"So know the fight's out of you, huh? What happened?"
"I don't hit women!" Where the heck did that come from, Puck wondered.
Coach Bieste seemed equally surprised at Puck's words. "Well … that's admirable. I guess."
"I'm sorry about the back talk." Wait, now he was apologizing? "Can I get back to lifting?"
"Sure." Coach Bieste was about to leave until something made her stop. "It's dangerous to lift by yourself. I'd be a bad coach if I let you go without a spotter," said the coach as she turned back to Puck. She was surprised to discover that Puck had removed his shirt. Ogling the physical appearance of one of her players was strictly forbidden. Yet, that statute was the last thing on the coach's mind.
Puck had added on 25 pounds of additional weight, and retaken his position on the bench. Coach Bieste took the watchful position above his head as he began to lift the weighted bar up and down.
Puck tried to keep his concentration on the task at his hand, but his mind kept wandering. He thought about how stressed he had been. He never used to have this much stress. He tried to imagine the last time he was completely and truly relaxed. It was probably before Quinn and the baby, back when he was sleeping with MILFs on a regular basis. MILFs were nice because they'd be experienced and they'd want to all the freaky things they were afraid to ask their husbands to do. Those were the days. Then he thought that Coach Bieste was like MILF except she didn't have kids, or a husband, or probably any experience. He was confused as to what made his mind jump from sex to Coach Bieste, but he didn't have time to dwell on that now. He figured he had reached 50 lifts so he placed the bar back in the holder and sat up.
"Good job Puck. I'm impressed." That was an understatement. Coach Bieste could not believe how easily he dealt with that heavily load. It did things to her insides that she had never felt before.
"Thanks coach." Then they had an awkward silence where they just stared at each other for about a minute. Then he decided to add more weight. They retook their positions and he began again. It was much more difficult, but he didn't want to appear weak, so he said nothing.
All of a sudden, Coach Bieste moved around to the other side of the bench. Then without warning, she placed one of her hands onto his chest to toy with his six-pack. Puck gave no objections; on the contrary he wanted her to go further.
All she said after this was, "Whatever happens, don't stop lifting." He nodded in silent agreement.
Coach Bieste gazed upon Puck's body and noticed the shine of sweat that had formed there from the workout. She knew this was a bit wrong, but she did not care. Finally, she brought her lips down to kiss his chest.
Puck labored onwards lifting the bar up and down. He began to feel the lips on his chest travel lower and lower. Then suddenly his workout shorts were gone. Being naked in the Locker Room was not that unusual, but this was the first time his nudity had such a sexual context. Puck made every attempt to block out the world around him. He tried to only think about the weighted bar in his grasp and not think about the lips of his female football coach as they wrapped around his dick.
He couldn't believe that this was happening. He could think of several reasons why it should absolutely not be happening, but it was. He was getting a blow-job from Coach Bieste. She was doing that badly actually. It was awkward in some places, like she had trouble finding a decent rhythm, his cock was exactly complaining though.
As the pace of her sucking eventually quickened, he felt the need to pick up the pace of his lifting even though it was extremely difficult to do so. He had lost count of how many lifts he had done. All he could think about was the throbbing of his cock as she sucked on it. His chest was pounding from both the workout and the anticipation of his release.
When he finally came, he could no longer keep the bar in the air. His arms turned to jelly and he lowered it awkwardly onto his chest. This was a bad idea. He called out to her looking for assistance. "Coach! Coach!"
"Call me Shannon," was all he heard in reply.
"No Coach, help! It's choking me."
She realized he wasn't trying to be sexy, and was in fact in pain. "Shit, I got you." She lifted the bar off his body and placed it back in the holder. Puck gasped for breath. This was certainly and odd afternoon.
"Thank you. Thank you for everything."
"You welcome Puckerman. Now rest." She exited the Locker Room leaving the naked boy behind to contemplate both his orgasm and his near death experience.
That is just what he did as he drifted off to sleep.
….
"Okay Santana, calmly explain to me what happened, and why you need me to help." Kurt Hummel had a right to be confused by the oddness of the task presented to him afterall.
"Okay so, Britts and I were having some kinky sex in the Boiler Room at school, and it was fucking amazing sex, but that isn't important. So while we were in there we turned some knobs and valves we shouldn't have and we knocked a couple of pipes loose. Then the whole thing kinda exploded."
"That's unusual."
"Well duh, anyway we need you to grab some heavy-duty tools from your Dad's shop so you can come and fix it. You were here when it happened so you won't be as affected as the rest of us."
"Affected? What's that supposed to mean?"
"Let me put it like this … even though I'm on the phone with you, and I'm aware that there's a good chance I could suffocate or get caught in another explosion, all I can seem to think about is how badly I want my girlfriend to be inside of me again."
Kurt then heard the sounds of giggling and kissing and felt that this would be the proper time to end this conversation, "Sit tight girls. I will be there as soon as possible." Then he hung up. It'd be a race against time to save the school.
TO BE CONTINUED
Pairing: Santana/Brittany (Ch 1 et al), Finn/Tina (Ch 2), Will/Holly (Ch 3), Puck/Bieste (Ch 4), & Others Later On.
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Takes place in what I hope Season 3 to be.
Disclaimer: I don't own this.
The Gas Leak
Based on a prompt from the Glee Kink Meme http://glee-kink-meme.livejournal.com/8721.html?thread=14264849#t14264849
“Brittany and Santana have one of their famous rendezvouses in the Boiler Room at school. They go at it kind of rough and accidentally cause some type of Gas Leak. Now this gas leak doesn't kill you or make you pass out ... it makes you horny. So in various other parts of the school, multiple other pairs begin to participate in the school wide sex romp.”
Features Brittana and 7 other rair couples/groups.
Chapter 4 - Dream Big, Work Hard - Puck/Bieste
Boys' Locker Room - 3:30 PM
Noah Puckerman could not care less about this latest Glee assignment from Mr. Schuester. The only ones he really cared about were the ones that resulted in him getting some type of action. In his opinion, this one would not lead to anything spectacular, so instead of slaving away on his guitar, he'd spend some time lifting weights.
Puck had started to really enjoy the time to himself in the weight room. School sucked as always, and being a member of two surprisingly competitive extracurricular teams was causing him a lot of stress. When he'd lift, that was his "Puck Time." Nothing would stand in the way of that.
He got into position and went to work. He started off small, to warm himself up. He didn't want to pull something, and miss a game. Bieste and the team would never let him live it down.
Just as he was about to up the weight load, Coach Bieste walked in. "Oh hey, Puckerman. I didn't expect anybody to still be here. Don't let me bother you. I was just gonna get things in here cleaned up before the weekend."
"No that's cool, Coach." He tried to hide his disappointment. It's not Coach Bieste that was the problem. Honestly, it wasn't. But, he'd be pissed at anyone who interrupted "Puck Time."
"What are you even doing here anyway? Shouldn't Will be preparing you guys for Sectionals?"
"Whenever we're all together, we fight. He told us to go off on our own and come up with ideas." Could she seriously not tell that he didn't want to be heaving this conversation?
"I appreciate your commitment to your physique considering how it'll benefit the team, but don't you think you should actually spend some time doing what Will asked you? Will and I promised one another that Glee and Football would be equal partners for those on both teams."
"What's with the lecturing, Coach?" He huffed. "Can't you tell that I'm not in the mood?"
Bieste slammed down the clipboard she was holding. Puck was startled enough to stop lifting and sit up. "I don't like you tone Puckerman."
"That's just great. First my "Puck Time" is ruined, and now my coach is gonna punish me for something that was her fault in the first place."
Bieste grabbed on Puck's shirt and yanked him onto his feet to look her in the eye. "Puckerman, I am your superior. I can reprimand you whenever I see fit for whatever reason I see fit. Is that clear?"
"Fine. Do whatever the fuck you want!"
"Oh now you curse at me?"
"God damn it. I don't fucking care. It's the weekend. I can say whatever the fuck I want!" Puck felt like his blood was boiling. Coach Bieste had murder in her eyes. Neither was sure who would back down first.
Coach Bieste noticed that Puck had clenched his hands into a fist. Puck noticed that she noticed this. "Were you thinking of taking a swing at me?" She asked.
The thought had crossed his mind, but he stopped himself. He wasn't quite sure why, but he shrugged her off and turned away.
"So know the fight's out of you, huh? What happened?"
"I don't hit women!" Where the heck did that come from, Puck wondered.
Coach Bieste seemed equally surprised at Puck's words. "Well … that's admirable. I guess."
"I'm sorry about the back talk." Wait, now he was apologizing? "Can I get back to lifting?"
"Sure." Coach Bieste was about to leave until something made her stop. "It's dangerous to lift by yourself. I'd be a bad coach if I let you go without a spotter," said the coach as she turned back to Puck. She was surprised to discover that Puck had removed his shirt. Ogling the physical appearance of one of her players was strictly forbidden. Yet, that statute was the last thing on the coach's mind.
Puck had added on 25 pounds of additional weight, and retaken his position on the bench. Coach Bieste took the watchful position above his head as he began to lift the weighted bar up and down.
Puck tried to keep his concentration on the task at his hand, but his mind kept wandering. He thought about how stressed he had been. He never used to have this much stress. He tried to imagine the last time he was completely and truly relaxed. It was probably before Quinn and the baby, back when he was sleeping with MILFs on a regular basis. MILFs were nice because they'd be experienced and they'd want to all the freaky things they were afraid to ask their husbands to do. Those were the days. Then he thought that Coach Bieste was like MILF except she didn't have kids, or a husband, or probably any experience. He was confused as to what made his mind jump from sex to Coach Bieste, but he didn't have time to dwell on that now. He figured he had reached 50 lifts so he placed the bar back in the holder and sat up.
"Good job Puck. I'm impressed." That was an understatement. Coach Bieste could not believe how easily he dealt with that heavily load. It did things to her insides that she had never felt before.
"Thanks coach." Then they had an awkward silence where they just stared at each other for about a minute. Then he decided to add more weight. They retook their positions and he began again. It was much more difficult, but he didn't want to appear weak, so he said nothing.
All of a sudden, Coach Bieste moved around to the other side of the bench. Then without warning, she placed one of her hands onto his chest to toy with his six-pack. Puck gave no objections; on the contrary he wanted her to go further.
All she said after this was, "Whatever happens, don't stop lifting." He nodded in silent agreement.
Coach Bieste gazed upon Puck's body and noticed the shine of sweat that had formed there from the workout. She knew this was a bit wrong, but she did not care. Finally, she brought her lips down to kiss his chest.
Puck labored onwards lifting the bar up and down. He began to feel the lips on his chest travel lower and lower. Then suddenly his workout shorts were gone. Being naked in the Locker Room was not that unusual, but this was the first time his nudity had such a sexual context. Puck made every attempt to block out the world around him. He tried to only think about the weighted bar in his grasp and not think about the lips of his female football coach as they wrapped around his dick.
He couldn't believe that this was happening. He could think of several reasons why it should absolutely not be happening, but it was. He was getting a blow-job from Coach Bieste. She was doing that badly actually. It was awkward in some places, like she had trouble finding a decent rhythm, his cock was exactly complaining though.
As the pace of her sucking eventually quickened, he felt the need to pick up the pace of his lifting even though it was extremely difficult to do so. He had lost count of how many lifts he had done. All he could think about was the throbbing of his cock as she sucked on it. His chest was pounding from both the workout and the anticipation of his release.
When he finally came, he could no longer keep the bar in the air. His arms turned to jelly and he lowered it awkwardly onto his chest. This was a bad idea. He called out to her looking for assistance. "Coach! Coach!"
"Call me Shannon," was all he heard in reply.
"No Coach, help! It's choking me."
She realized he wasn't trying to be sexy, and was in fact in pain. "Shit, I got you." She lifted the bar off his body and placed it back in the holder. Puck gasped for breath. This was certainly and odd afternoon.
"Thank you. Thank you for everything."
"You welcome Puckerman. Now rest." She exited the Locker Room leaving the naked boy behind to contemplate both his orgasm and his near death experience.
That is just what he did as he drifted off to sleep.
….
"Okay Santana, calmly explain to me what happened, and why you need me to help." Kurt Hummel had a right to be confused by the oddness of the task presented to him afterall.
"Okay so, Britts and I were having some kinky sex in the Boiler Room at school, and it was fucking amazing sex, but that isn't important. So while we were in there we turned some knobs and valves we shouldn't have and we knocked a couple of pipes loose. Then the whole thing kinda exploded."
"That's unusual."
"Well duh, anyway we need you to grab some heavy-duty tools from your Dad's shop so you can come and fix it. You were here when it happened so you won't be as affected as the rest of us."
"Affected? What's that supposed to mean?"
"Let me put it like this … even though I'm on the phone with you, and I'm aware that there's a good chance I could suffocate or get caught in another explosion, all I can seem to think about is how badly I want my girlfriend to be inside of me again."
Kurt then heard the sounds of giggling and kissing and felt that this would be the proper time to end this conversation, "Sit tight girls. I will be there as soon as possible." Then he hung up. It'd be a race against time to save the school.
TO BE CONTINUED