The Best Man 4/?
Title: The Best Man
Chapter: 4/?
Rating: M
Characters: Puck/Rachel, minor Finn/Tina
Word Count: 2600
Prompt: "He's the best man. He's got three jobs. Keep the rings safe, get the groom to the church on time, and bang the maid of honour."
*****
"So unless there's anything you'd like to add?" she asks with an expectant expression on her face.
It's almost like she thinks he's going to whip out a set of notes right there and then. Fuck, she's adorable. And maybe that's why he can't keep his eyes off her, even if he's seen this look on her a hundred times before, face scrubbed clean of the heavy stage makeup, hair up in a messy bun, a simple wrap dress tied on the side with a knot that his fingers are itching to undo. Or maybe he just likes the way she's looking up at him, leaning in, one hand on his forearm, definitely way more into his space than she normally is.
(He's going to go out on a limb and say there's a whole new normal now that he's seen her naked, though.)
"Noah, are you listening to me?" she demands, inching a little closer.
Um. Let's see. Doubling up on birth-control. Check. He hasn't done the dirty without a condom since he was clubbed over the head with the consequences of that particular act sophomore year of high school. And then there was something about not over-shadowing the wedding, which as far as he can figure out means that they aren't telling anyone. He's good with that because sneaky sex is fucking hot and also because he knows for a fact that as soon as Hudson finds out, his mother will somehow know something is up and worm it out of him. Mama P.'s cross-examinations trip Finn up every time and he loves his mother, but he doesn't want her camped out on his doorstep tomorrow with Rabbi Wiseman in tow. (Poor guy isn't getting any younger.)
Rachel also wants exclusivity while this lasts. He pokes at that one a little nervously, waiting for the familiar panic to rise up so he can tell it to shut the fuck up. But no, nothing. Which is...good. A little weird, but good. Finally, she comes up with some kind of no-fault escape clause that they can both access at any time and that one does provoke a reaction from him. He really doesn't like it. The way he sees it, she's had a go at bailing once already, so what's the point of making it easier for her? She claims it's essential to preserving their friendship and doesn't seem to buy his counter-argument that lots of orgasms make people better friends.
Whatever. He can try her again later on that one.
"Absolutely babe. It's all good," he says, resisting the urge to ask when the hell he can start getting her naked, mostly because he's aware that his tone might slide dangerously close to whining. It's been like two hours since he picked her up at the stage door. First she dragged him to the TKTS bleachers in Times Square to hammer out the final details for the shower, which he semi-grudgingly admits was a smart move on her part since he's significantly less likely to start anything with her in the middle of several hundred tourists. (Give him time.) And then when they go back to her place (Tina's apparently pulling an all-nighter at the gallery she works at) they need to get through this crap, which don't get him wrong, is probably necessary and important and stuff.
Only, he's dying a little here.
Hopefully, she is too. Anyway, he's doing his best to make it damn hard for her to keep her hands off him. He leans in, tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear and takes in her bright eyes, the curve of her lips and the way one corner of her mouth quirks upwards, lingering on the flush spreading along her neck and chest, probably because the weather's still hot and humid as fuck, or possibly because his hand has moved to her hip and is fiddling with that knot.
"Noah," she breathes and just like that, his jeans are uncomfortably tight.
He reaches out to pull her closer and she laughingly evades him, stepping away and looking over her shoulder at him.
"It's ridiculously hot out. I'm going to go take a shower," she says casually and disappears towards the bathroom.
He's an idiot, so it takes him a minute or two to figure out what she's not saying. When he does, his shirt is off and hanging on a potted plant in the hallway before he knows what he's doing and he almost kills himself tripping over his pants as he tries to kick them off and get through the bathroom door at the same time.
Her clothes are neatly draped along the towel rack and he takes a moment to grin at the navy blue bra and panty set (what? the bows are cute) but only a moment because the shower is gently hissing and there's a naked girl behind that shower curtain that he needs to appreciate.
And god, she's just fucking perfect, with her head tilted back and water beading against her skin, and his grin is turning into a full-on smirk because he can just tell that she's working this performance just a little bit. Her eyes are closed and her hips are gently angled towards him and as he watches, her fingers trail up her flat stomach and graze the soft skin between her tits, drifting along to brush one nipple just like he wants to do...just like he's going to do.
She opens her eyes slowly and smiles as he slips in beside her. "I was getting lonely in here."
"I thought you might be. Need a little help?" he asks gruffly because his throat is tight and it's almost hard to breathe. "Here." He reaches his arms around behind her and moves them lightly up her spine to the back of her neck and back down to span her waist. Turning her away from him to face the cool spray, he groans as she presses back into him, grinding into his erection.
"Fuck, Rachel," he mutters and she squeaks when he lightly tweaks her already pebbled nipples. Her head lolls back on his shoulder, and he dips his head to her shoulder and neck to nip and suck at the soft skin, leaving faint red marks in his wake that she's probably going to yell at him about tomorrow. He licks a few drops of water from the hollow above her collar bone and she's letting out a moan, the sound echoing loudly in the enclosed space, and she's writhing back again him restlessly and part of him wants to just push her up against the shower wall and slam into her. But at exactly the same time, he just wants to do everything else with her too and his head is spinning with it.
Trust Rachel to have her head in the game, though.
She drags his hand down to between her legs, and she's wet, so fucking wet, warm and slick with arousal, even with the spray from the shower dripping down her.
"So good," he rasps in her ear, palming her mound while she presses herself against the heel of his hand.
"I touched myself tonight, Noah," she confesses throatily, twisting in his grasp so that she's facing him, canting her hips towards him as he runs one finger back and forth along her slit. "After the performance, in my dressing room in front of my mirror, I slid my hand in between my thighs and touched myself and pretended it was you."
"Oh god," he groans, grabbing her ass with his free hand and pulling her closer. "Were you turned on? Were your nipples hard, like this?" He dips his head and runs his tongue along one stiff bud, sucking hard and then switching to give the other the same treatment. "Did you watch yourself in that mirror, Rachel? All wet and open and gorgeous?" he asks against her neck, grinding against her hip. "Did you come, baby? Did you have to put one hand over your mouth to hold in all those hot little noises you make. Shit, I love those noises."
"No," she pants. "I didn't come. The stage manager knocked on my door, and then I had to meet you, so I had to wait. But the whole time, in the back of my mind...Noah, we had all those details we needed to discuss, but all I could think about was you."
His heart is beating so fucking fast because she just...she just said that. Like it's totally normal, like it's not going to make him even crazier about her than he already is, and all he know is that he doesn't want her to have to wait another second.
So, he presses two fingers inside her shallowly, his other arm wrapped tightly around her waist because her legs are buckling. It's quick, just four or five thrusts, his thumb just brushing alongside her clit and then she's trembling, the nails of one hand digging into his shoulder, the other braced against the wall, thrusting and coming hard against his hand.
"Noah," she cries out, and she reaches one hand behind his head, yanking his mouth down to hers, her body still rippling with the last pulses of her orgasm. The kiss is heated, rough even, but gradually turns into something more careful, more deliberate, even as his cock is so fucking hard he thinks he's going to lose his mind.
When she pulls away, her eyes are dark and hooded and she starts pressing little kisses along his chest, moving lower, nipping along his abs, tongue pausing to swirl around his bellybutton. At the same time, she's pushing him backwards, her tiny hands firm on his hips and he hisses as his back hits cold tile. And then she's on her knees in front of him and the expression on her face as she looks up at him is so promising that suddenly the wall is the only thing holding him up.
Her hand wraps around his length stroking slowly, and his eyes snap shut as he tangles one hand in her hair, racing through baseball stats and multiplication tables in his head, aching with the effort not to thrust forward. Her breath is hot against his thigh, and she gives a little questioning hum, the sound vibrating against his skin.
"Baby?" he asks, trying not to whine when her hand drops away, and then she kisses his tip, tongue darting out to sweep away the drop of fluid there. There's a dull thud as his hand swipes out to the side involuntarily, nearly knocking over a shampoo bottle and some girly-smelling body-wash, and this time, she giggles.
"Rach?" he asks again and looks down to see her regarding him thoughtfully.
"I was just thinking about something, Noah."
So was he and he's been thinking about it since he was thirteen, so...oh god, oh fuck, she licks a broad stripe down his shaft.
"Do you want to know what I was thinking about?" she asks innocently, drawing her nails lightly up and down his leg, making him shudder.
Honestly, what he wants is for her to suck his dick, but he's willing to do what it takes to get that done.
"Yeah. Tell me," he chokes out.
"I was remembering a time when someone told me that this...," and here she sinks her hot mouth down on him a few inches, her tongue flicking as she applies light suction and then she's pulling off and talking again, "...this wasn't such a good idea."
You've got to be shitting him. What kind of asshole would say something like that?
"Something about vocal cords, I think?" she continues silkily.
Right. Now he wants to punch himself in the nuts, but at the same time her lips stretch around him again, sliding up and down, taking him in a little more deeply each time, and that thought (not to mention the rest of his mental capacity) is completely gone.
"What do you think, Noah? Is this a bad idea? Should I stop?"
What? Is she...?
"No, no, no baby, it's a fantastic idea, don't stop," he begs.
Shut up. If Rachel Berry's pink, plump lips were an inch from your junk, you'd beg too.
She smirks (which is insanely hot), and engulfs all of him, quickly finding her rhythm, putting all that intensity and drive to good use, and within a very few minutes it's totally obvious that this is going to beat out every fantasy of her he's ever had. When she swallows around him, he absolutely can't stop himself from thrusting forward a little. She blinks and pulls back to swirl her tongue along the head in a way that is going to have him exploding down her throat in a second.
"No wait...Rach...fuck, I wanna be inside you when I come," he gasps, pulling out.
She smiles up at him, but there's a hint of a challenge there too. "Do you really think this is your only opportunity, Noah? I mean, perhaps it's just an assumption on my part, but we do have all night after all."
Well, when she puts it like that....
She takes him in all the way to the back her throat and does it again, tightening around him.
"Baby," he warns her, just in case he's reading her signals wrong, but she just moans and the vibrations finish him off and he feels it all the way down to his toes and it's fucking intense and so fucking good and it's a long time before he can do anything ambitious like, say, move or talk.
They do eventually manage to make it out of the shower before either of them drown and he spends the rest of the night showing her exactly how right she was about opportunities. (And somewhere in there, he makes her beg a little too, just to keep things even. She doesn't seem to mind)
*****
When he wakes up in the morning, he buries his head into her shoulder and breathes deeply before wrapping one arm around her and going back to sleep.
Chapter: 4/?
Rating: M
Characters: Puck/Rachel, minor Finn/Tina
Word Count: 2600
Prompt: "He's the best man. He's got three jobs. Keep the rings safe, get the groom to the church on time, and bang the maid of honour."
*****
"So unless there's anything you'd like to add?" she asks with an expectant expression on her face.
It's almost like she thinks he's going to whip out a set of notes right there and then. Fuck, she's adorable. And maybe that's why he can't keep his eyes off her, even if he's seen this look on her a hundred times before, face scrubbed clean of the heavy stage makeup, hair up in a messy bun, a simple wrap dress tied on the side with a knot that his fingers are itching to undo. Or maybe he just likes the way she's looking up at him, leaning in, one hand on his forearm, definitely way more into his space than she normally is.
(He's going to go out on a limb and say there's a whole new normal now that he's seen her naked, though.)
"Noah, are you listening to me?" she demands, inching a little closer.
Um. Let's see. Doubling up on birth-control. Check. He hasn't done the dirty without a condom since he was clubbed over the head with the consequences of that particular act sophomore year of high school. And then there was something about not over-shadowing the wedding, which as far as he can figure out means that they aren't telling anyone. He's good with that because sneaky sex is fucking hot and also because he knows for a fact that as soon as Hudson finds out, his mother will somehow know something is up and worm it out of him. Mama P.'s cross-examinations trip Finn up every time and he loves his mother, but he doesn't want her camped out on his doorstep tomorrow with Rabbi Wiseman in tow. (Poor guy isn't getting any younger.)
Rachel also wants exclusivity while this lasts. He pokes at that one a little nervously, waiting for the familiar panic to rise up so he can tell it to shut the fuck up. But no, nothing. Which is...good. A little weird, but good. Finally, she comes up with some kind of no-fault escape clause that they can both access at any time and that one does provoke a reaction from him. He really doesn't like it. The way he sees it, she's had a go at bailing once already, so what's the point of making it easier for her? She claims it's essential to preserving their friendship and doesn't seem to buy his counter-argument that lots of orgasms make people better friends.
Whatever. He can try her again later on that one.
"Absolutely babe. It's all good," he says, resisting the urge to ask when the hell he can start getting her naked, mostly because he's aware that his tone might slide dangerously close to whining. It's been like two hours since he picked her up at the stage door. First she dragged him to the TKTS bleachers in Times Square to hammer out the final details for the shower, which he semi-grudgingly admits was a smart move on her part since he's significantly less likely to start anything with her in the middle of several hundred tourists. (Give him time.) And then when they go back to her place (Tina's apparently pulling an all-nighter at the gallery she works at) they need to get through this crap, which don't get him wrong, is probably necessary and important and stuff.
Only, he's dying a little here.
Hopefully, she is too. Anyway, he's doing his best to make it damn hard for her to keep her hands off him. He leans in, tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear and takes in her bright eyes, the curve of her lips and the way one corner of her mouth quirks upwards, lingering on the flush spreading along her neck and chest, probably because the weather's still hot and humid as fuck, or possibly because his hand has moved to her hip and is fiddling with that knot.
"Noah," she breathes and just like that, his jeans are uncomfortably tight.
He reaches out to pull her closer and she laughingly evades him, stepping away and looking over her shoulder at him.
"It's ridiculously hot out. I'm going to go take a shower," she says casually and disappears towards the bathroom.
He's an idiot, so it takes him a minute or two to figure out what she's not saying. When he does, his shirt is off and hanging on a potted plant in the hallway before he knows what he's doing and he almost kills himself tripping over his pants as he tries to kick them off and get through the bathroom door at the same time.
Her clothes are neatly draped along the towel rack and he takes a moment to grin at the navy blue bra and panty set (what? the bows are cute) but only a moment because the shower is gently hissing and there's a naked girl behind that shower curtain that he needs to appreciate.
And god, she's just fucking perfect, with her head tilted back and water beading against her skin, and his grin is turning into a full-on smirk because he can just tell that she's working this performance just a little bit. Her eyes are closed and her hips are gently angled towards him and as he watches, her fingers trail up her flat stomach and graze the soft skin between her tits, drifting along to brush one nipple just like he wants to do...just like he's going to do.
She opens her eyes slowly and smiles as he slips in beside her. "I was getting lonely in here."
"I thought you might be. Need a little help?" he asks gruffly because his throat is tight and it's almost hard to breathe. "Here." He reaches his arms around behind her and moves them lightly up her spine to the back of her neck and back down to span her waist. Turning her away from him to face the cool spray, he groans as she presses back into him, grinding into his erection.
"Fuck, Rachel," he mutters and she squeaks when he lightly tweaks her already pebbled nipples. Her head lolls back on his shoulder, and he dips his head to her shoulder and neck to nip and suck at the soft skin, leaving faint red marks in his wake that she's probably going to yell at him about tomorrow. He licks a few drops of water from the hollow above her collar bone and she's letting out a moan, the sound echoing loudly in the enclosed space, and she's writhing back again him restlessly and part of him wants to just push her up against the shower wall and slam into her. But at exactly the same time, he just wants to do everything else with her too and his head is spinning with it.
Trust Rachel to have her head in the game, though.
She drags his hand down to between her legs, and she's wet, so fucking wet, warm and slick with arousal, even with the spray from the shower dripping down her.
"So good," he rasps in her ear, palming her mound while she presses herself against the heel of his hand.
"I touched myself tonight, Noah," she confesses throatily, twisting in his grasp so that she's facing him, canting her hips towards him as he runs one finger back and forth along her slit. "After the performance, in my dressing room in front of my mirror, I slid my hand in between my thighs and touched myself and pretended it was you."
"Oh god," he groans, grabbing her ass with his free hand and pulling her closer. "Were you turned on? Were your nipples hard, like this?" He dips his head and runs his tongue along one stiff bud, sucking hard and then switching to give the other the same treatment. "Did you watch yourself in that mirror, Rachel? All wet and open and gorgeous?" he asks against her neck, grinding against her hip. "Did you come, baby? Did you have to put one hand over your mouth to hold in all those hot little noises you make. Shit, I love those noises."
"No," she pants. "I didn't come. The stage manager knocked on my door, and then I had to meet you, so I had to wait. But the whole time, in the back of my mind...Noah, we had all those details we needed to discuss, but all I could think about was you."
His heart is beating so fucking fast because she just...she just said that. Like it's totally normal, like it's not going to make him even crazier about her than he already is, and all he know is that he doesn't want her to have to wait another second.
So, he presses two fingers inside her shallowly, his other arm wrapped tightly around her waist because her legs are buckling. It's quick, just four or five thrusts, his thumb just brushing alongside her clit and then she's trembling, the nails of one hand digging into his shoulder, the other braced against the wall, thrusting and coming hard against his hand.
"Noah," she cries out, and she reaches one hand behind his head, yanking his mouth down to hers, her body still rippling with the last pulses of her orgasm. The kiss is heated, rough even, but gradually turns into something more careful, more deliberate, even as his cock is so fucking hard he thinks he's going to lose his mind.
When she pulls away, her eyes are dark and hooded and she starts pressing little kisses along his chest, moving lower, nipping along his abs, tongue pausing to swirl around his bellybutton. At the same time, she's pushing him backwards, her tiny hands firm on his hips and he hisses as his back hits cold tile. And then she's on her knees in front of him and the expression on her face as she looks up at him is so promising that suddenly the wall is the only thing holding him up.
Her hand wraps around his length stroking slowly, and his eyes snap shut as he tangles one hand in her hair, racing through baseball stats and multiplication tables in his head, aching with the effort not to thrust forward. Her breath is hot against his thigh, and she gives a little questioning hum, the sound vibrating against his skin.
"Baby?" he asks, trying not to whine when her hand drops away, and then she kisses his tip, tongue darting out to sweep away the drop of fluid there. There's a dull thud as his hand swipes out to the side involuntarily, nearly knocking over a shampoo bottle and some girly-smelling body-wash, and this time, she giggles.
"Rach?" he asks again and looks down to see her regarding him thoughtfully.
"I was just thinking about something, Noah."
So was he and he's been thinking about it since he was thirteen, so...oh god, oh fuck, she licks a broad stripe down his shaft.
"Do you want to know what I was thinking about?" she asks innocently, drawing her nails lightly up and down his leg, making him shudder.
Honestly, what he wants is for her to suck his dick, but he's willing to do what it takes to get that done.
"Yeah. Tell me," he chokes out.
"I was remembering a time when someone told me that this...," and here she sinks her hot mouth down on him a few inches, her tongue flicking as she applies light suction and then she's pulling off and talking again, "...this wasn't such a good idea."
You've got to be shitting him. What kind of asshole would say something like that?
"Something about vocal cords, I think?" she continues silkily.
Right. Now he wants to punch himself in the nuts, but at the same time her lips stretch around him again, sliding up and down, taking him in a little more deeply each time, and that thought (not to mention the rest of his mental capacity) is completely gone.
"What do you think, Noah? Is this a bad idea? Should I stop?"
What? Is she...?
"No, no, no baby, it's a fantastic idea, don't stop," he begs.
Shut up. If Rachel Berry's pink, plump lips were an inch from your junk, you'd beg too.
She smirks (which is insanely hot), and engulfs all of him, quickly finding her rhythm, putting all that intensity and drive to good use, and within a very few minutes it's totally obvious that this is going to beat out every fantasy of her he's ever had. When she swallows around him, he absolutely can't stop himself from thrusting forward a little. She blinks and pulls back to swirl her tongue along the head in a way that is going to have him exploding down her throat in a second.
"No wait...Rach...fuck, I wanna be inside you when I come," he gasps, pulling out.
She smiles up at him, but there's a hint of a challenge there too. "Do you really think this is your only opportunity, Noah? I mean, perhaps it's just an assumption on my part, but we do have all night after all."
Well, when she puts it like that....
She takes him in all the way to the back her throat and does it again, tightening around him.
"Baby," he warns her, just in case he's reading her signals wrong, but she just moans and the vibrations finish him off and he feels it all the way down to his toes and it's fucking intense and so fucking good and it's a long time before he can do anything ambitious like, say, move or talk.
They do eventually manage to make it out of the shower before either of them drown and he spends the rest of the night showing her exactly how right she was about opportunities. (And somewhere in there, he makes her beg a little too, just to keep things even. She doesn't seem to mind)
*****
When he wakes up in the morning, he buries his head into her shoulder and breathes deeply before wrapping one arm around her and going back to sleep.