fic: Before The Ceremony
Title: Before The Ceremony
Rating: NC-17
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Puck
Genre: PWP, basically. Just like always.
Warning: Bareback, breath!play.
Spoilers: S. 2 Ep. 6
Disclaimer: Damn, I really wish I owned this. My life would be gold... but unfortunately, I don't. So my life sucks.
Author Notes: Based off this picture floating around on Tumblr and this prompt Caroline gave me: top!Sam where Puck tries to be macho and act like he isn’t getting totally dominated. Also, I still hate the word cock. It's just terrible and makes me cringe.
Summary: Give a man something to do, or he'll find someone to do.
Word Count: ~1,600
“Hey.”
Puck looked up to see Sam coming toward him, soft smile on his lips and offering a slight wave. He raised his hand momentarily to wave, then brought his arm back around the kid in his grasp. “Hey there.”
“I see you got stuck with the little guy.” He laughed, ticking the child a bit and making him squirm. Puck narrowed his eyes at the other boy but did nothing to deter the behavior.
“Yeah, trust Finn to be unable to watch a kid for an hour. I was with him at the time and he instantly handed the job off to me and fled.”
“Well don’t you seem all responsible and shit?” Sam teased, making Puck stick his tongue out at him. “You better watch it and stop making offers you can’t fulfill.”
“You’re making us really obvious right now.” Puck looked away, but gave Sam a sideways glance as he adjusted the small child in his arms. Sam just shrugged his shoulders, proceeding on to poking the child in the stomach to make him squeal and laugh.
“Dude, I Love kids, it’s not being obvious at all.” He answered before plucking the boy from his arms and holding him up in the air.
“Right, ‘cause you squealed like a girl when you saw the flower girl in her little dress.”
“I did not squeal.” Sam insisted, throwing Puck a glare, “It’s not my fault she looked so cute. That sundress was so precious on her!”
“You are so gay.” Puck laughed, nudging Sam’s shoulder with his own. Sam continued to glare at him, until his waggling eyebrows made him crack a smile and shake his head.
Just then, Kurt and Finn ran up to them, Kurt scooping the small child out of Sam’s arms.
“An hour until the ceremony, get ready!” Finn shouted, broad grin on his face and arms waving.
“We need you guys to be seated in about half an hour, so keep an eye on the time.” Kurt informed them as he adjusted the child on his hip, then gripped Finn’s forearm. “Come on, Carole’s gonna have a fit if we’re gone for more than thirty seconds.” The two quickly rushed off again, leaving Puck and Sam alone and in silence, now unsure of what to do without their prop giving them reason to be together.
The silence, however, was short lived. “You thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Of course.” After exchanging glances momentarily, both boys rushed off towards the dressing room the groomsmen had used, which had long since been emptied.
Upon entering the room, Puck slammed and locked the door before shoving Sam up against it, bringing their mouths together in a rough and slightly painful kiss. He tilted his head to the side a little more and the angle was perfect, giving Puck full ability to tongue fuck Sam’s large, glorious mouth. Sam’s fingers moved across his chest, deftly unbuttoning the shirt and running his hands over Puck’s abs before undoing his belt quickly. Just as he got Puck’s jeans unzipped, he broke their kiss and turned them around, pressing Puck’s back into the door and dropping to his knees.
“You’re going to get our clothes all messed up.” Puck growled as Sam pulled him out of his boxers. He hated to sound like Hummel, but people would definitely know something was up if they both suddenly had wrinkled clothes. Sam glanced up at him, eyes narrowing slightly, and then sighed.
“Picky, aren’t we?” Instead of arguing further, though, he pulled Puck’s slacks down all the way, along with his boxers, and laid them off to the side. He then carefully pulled off his own clothes and puck got rid of his shirt and tie before kneeling in front of Puck again. “Happy now, my princess?”
“Just shut up and suck my dick.” Sam chuckled to himself before taking Puck’s length into his hand and licking a stripe up the underside. He ran his hand over Puck’s cock a couple times before he brought the head into his mouth and ran his tongue over the slit. Puck groaned and knocked his head back against the door, his knees already beginning to feel a little weak.
“I fucking love your perfect, cocksucking lips.” He mumbled as Sam brought Puck’s entire length into his mouth, letting out a moan as Sam hummed deep in his throat and sent the vibrations through his dick and into what seemed like his whole body.
“Well gee,” Sam remarked after releasing him with a slick sound, “you sure know how to flatter a person.”
“You better start touching me again or I’m gonna rub one out and then leave you here.” Puck groaned, glaring down at the other boy. Sam laughed and sat back, leaning on his hands.
“I’d like to see you try.” Sam’s smirk proved to be too much for him to resist, unfortunately, and he practically tackled the other boy onto his back. Sam pushed Puck off of him and rolled him over so he was flat on his stomach, then pressed a hand hard against the small of his back. He brought his fingers to his mouth momentarily to get them slick since they were lacking lube, then teased Puck’s hole a little before pushing his finger in. He quickly got two more fingers in, and tsked when Puck bit back a moan and leaned his forehead against the floor. “Nuh uh. You’re gonna make some beautiful noises for me today, baby.”
“N-no.” He tried to protest, but Sam pushed his fingers forward just a little more and rubbed up against that spot inside him that made him see stars, and his breathing hitched mid-plea, taking the seriousness completely out of it. Sam grinned to himself and pressed his fingers forward again.
“Oh, come on. You know you make such a pretty bottom, don’t fight it.” He pulled his fingers out of Puck and gave him a sharp slap on the ass before spitting in his hand and slicking himself up. Leaning forward, he pressed a soft kiss to the small of Puck’s back before slowly sliding himself into Puck’s tight heat.
The pace Sam set was slow… so slow, in fact, that Puck thought he would fall asleep if it weren’t for the friction making him tense up and go crazy with lust. He tried to push his hips back to quicken the pace, but Sam gripped his hips tightly and pressed him into the floor, keeping total control of the situation.
“Damn it, Sam, I’m getting blue balls over here!” Puck complained, still trying to figure out a way to move more. Sam made a slight noise of acknowledgement, obviously trying hard to keep his grip on Puck’s hips.
“You know what I want.” Puck groaned as Sam made his request, knowing exactly what he was talking about. He had zero problems with being bottom because it felt fucking awesome, but Sam was always a more auditory sex partner and Puck just wasn’t down with being the vocal one, no matter how much fighting he had to do to make sure he kept quiet. Unfortunately, if he wanted things to get moving, he apparently had to do the one thing he hated most.
So that’s what he did. As soon as Sam began sliding into him again, he released his lower lip from between his teeth and let out the loudest and most breathy moan he’d ever conjured up, and the growl that Sam resonated from deep in his throat totally made it worth it. They picked up the pace after that, Sam’s hands still holding him down but his hips snapping forward much quicker. Puck’s litany of “Yes, harder, right there, oh god,” was constant, because once he started, he just couldn’t stop, and he completely stopped caring that he had no control whatsoever.
Finally, that tingling fire began creeping its way down his spine, and Puck’s breathing hitched again when Sam managed to hit his prostate on a particularly hard thrust, making the feeling rush over him quicker. Sam noticed him tensing and released his hold on Puck’s hips, pulling him up off the floor and onto his knees. He gripped the base of Puck’s cock hard to stave off his orgasm, making the other boy whine slightly in the back of his throat.
“Please,” Puck groaned, “please, I’m so close, I need to come.” Sam shook his head, even though Puck couldn’t see him, and slowed down his movements a little bit so that he could go harder and pound into Puck’s prostate on each thrust. The pressure building up without release had him gasping for breath, giving him the feeling like he wasn’t getting the air he needed and heightening everything he felt even further. Sam was absolutely relentless until he could feel he was close, and only then did he release his hold on Puck and lean forward, biting into the meat of his shoulder. Puck let out a heavy, guttural moan as he came, and his tightening muscles brought Sam to completion right along with him.
After taking a couple minute to catch his breath, he turned to where Sam had collapsed on the floor next to him and grabbed him by the back of the neck to bring him into a slow, lazy kiss.
“Can we just do it like that like… everyday?”
Sam just laughed and shook his head at how straightforward Puck was. “Yeah, of course.”
Rating: NC-17
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Puck
Genre: PWP, basically. Just like always.
Warning: Bareback, breath!play.
Spoilers: S. 2 Ep. 6
Disclaimer: Damn, I really wish I owned this. My life would be gold... but unfortunately, I don't. So my life sucks.
Author Notes: Based off this picture floating around on Tumblr and this prompt Caroline gave me: top!Sam where Puck tries to be macho and act like he isn’t getting totally dominated. Also, I still hate the word cock. It's just terrible and makes me cringe.
Summary: Give a man something to do, or he'll find someone to do.
Word Count: ~1,600
“Hey.”
Puck looked up to see Sam coming toward him, soft smile on his lips and offering a slight wave. He raised his hand momentarily to wave, then brought his arm back around the kid in his grasp. “Hey there.”
“I see you got stuck with the little guy.” He laughed, ticking the child a bit and making him squirm. Puck narrowed his eyes at the other boy but did nothing to deter the behavior.
“Yeah, trust Finn to be unable to watch a kid for an hour. I was with him at the time and he instantly handed the job off to me and fled.”
“Well don’t you seem all responsible and shit?” Sam teased, making Puck stick his tongue out at him. “You better watch it and stop making offers you can’t fulfill.”
“You’re making us really obvious right now.” Puck looked away, but gave Sam a sideways glance as he adjusted the small child in his arms. Sam just shrugged his shoulders, proceeding on to poking the child in the stomach to make him squeal and laugh.
“Dude, I Love kids, it’s not being obvious at all.” He answered before plucking the boy from his arms and holding him up in the air.
“Right, ‘cause you squealed like a girl when you saw the flower girl in her little dress.”
“I did not squeal.” Sam insisted, throwing Puck a glare, “It’s not my fault she looked so cute. That sundress was so precious on her!”
“You are so gay.” Puck laughed, nudging Sam’s shoulder with his own. Sam continued to glare at him, until his waggling eyebrows made him crack a smile and shake his head.
Just then, Kurt and Finn ran up to them, Kurt scooping the small child out of Sam’s arms.
“An hour until the ceremony, get ready!” Finn shouted, broad grin on his face and arms waving.
“We need you guys to be seated in about half an hour, so keep an eye on the time.” Kurt informed them as he adjusted the child on his hip, then gripped Finn’s forearm. “Come on, Carole’s gonna have a fit if we’re gone for more than thirty seconds.” The two quickly rushed off again, leaving Puck and Sam alone and in silence, now unsure of what to do without their prop giving them reason to be together.
The silence, however, was short lived. “You thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Of course.” After exchanging glances momentarily, both boys rushed off towards the dressing room the groomsmen had used, which had long since been emptied.
Upon entering the room, Puck slammed and locked the door before shoving Sam up against it, bringing their mouths together in a rough and slightly painful kiss. He tilted his head to the side a little more and the angle was perfect, giving Puck full ability to tongue fuck Sam’s large, glorious mouth. Sam’s fingers moved across his chest, deftly unbuttoning the shirt and running his hands over Puck’s abs before undoing his belt quickly. Just as he got Puck’s jeans unzipped, he broke their kiss and turned them around, pressing Puck’s back into the door and dropping to his knees.
“You’re going to get our clothes all messed up.” Puck growled as Sam pulled him out of his boxers. He hated to sound like Hummel, but people would definitely know something was up if they both suddenly had wrinkled clothes. Sam glanced up at him, eyes narrowing slightly, and then sighed.
“Picky, aren’t we?” Instead of arguing further, though, he pulled Puck’s slacks down all the way, along with his boxers, and laid them off to the side. He then carefully pulled off his own clothes and puck got rid of his shirt and tie before kneeling in front of Puck again. “Happy now, my princess?”
“Just shut up and suck my dick.” Sam chuckled to himself before taking Puck’s length into his hand and licking a stripe up the underside. He ran his hand over Puck’s cock a couple times before he brought the head into his mouth and ran his tongue over the slit. Puck groaned and knocked his head back against the door, his knees already beginning to feel a little weak.
“I fucking love your perfect, cocksucking lips.” He mumbled as Sam brought Puck’s entire length into his mouth, letting out a moan as Sam hummed deep in his throat and sent the vibrations through his dick and into what seemed like his whole body.
“Well gee,” Sam remarked after releasing him with a slick sound, “you sure know how to flatter a person.”
“You better start touching me again or I’m gonna rub one out and then leave you here.” Puck groaned, glaring down at the other boy. Sam laughed and sat back, leaning on his hands.
“I’d like to see you try.” Sam’s smirk proved to be too much for him to resist, unfortunately, and he practically tackled the other boy onto his back. Sam pushed Puck off of him and rolled him over so he was flat on his stomach, then pressed a hand hard against the small of his back. He brought his fingers to his mouth momentarily to get them slick since they were lacking lube, then teased Puck’s hole a little before pushing his finger in. He quickly got two more fingers in, and tsked when Puck bit back a moan and leaned his forehead against the floor. “Nuh uh. You’re gonna make some beautiful noises for me today, baby.”
“N-no.” He tried to protest, but Sam pushed his fingers forward just a little more and rubbed up against that spot inside him that made him see stars, and his breathing hitched mid-plea, taking the seriousness completely out of it. Sam grinned to himself and pressed his fingers forward again.
“Oh, come on. You know you make such a pretty bottom, don’t fight it.” He pulled his fingers out of Puck and gave him a sharp slap on the ass before spitting in his hand and slicking himself up. Leaning forward, he pressed a soft kiss to the small of Puck’s back before slowly sliding himself into Puck’s tight heat.
The pace Sam set was slow… so slow, in fact, that Puck thought he would fall asleep if it weren’t for the friction making him tense up and go crazy with lust. He tried to push his hips back to quicken the pace, but Sam gripped his hips tightly and pressed him into the floor, keeping total control of the situation.
“Damn it, Sam, I’m getting blue balls over here!” Puck complained, still trying to figure out a way to move more. Sam made a slight noise of acknowledgement, obviously trying hard to keep his grip on Puck’s hips.
“You know what I want.” Puck groaned as Sam made his request, knowing exactly what he was talking about. He had zero problems with being bottom because it felt fucking awesome, but Sam was always a more auditory sex partner and Puck just wasn’t down with being the vocal one, no matter how much fighting he had to do to make sure he kept quiet. Unfortunately, if he wanted things to get moving, he apparently had to do the one thing he hated most.
So that’s what he did. As soon as Sam began sliding into him again, he released his lower lip from between his teeth and let out the loudest and most breathy moan he’d ever conjured up, and the growl that Sam resonated from deep in his throat totally made it worth it. They picked up the pace after that, Sam’s hands still holding him down but his hips snapping forward much quicker. Puck’s litany of “Yes, harder, right there, oh god,” was constant, because once he started, he just couldn’t stop, and he completely stopped caring that he had no control whatsoever.
Finally, that tingling fire began creeping its way down his spine, and Puck’s breathing hitched again when Sam managed to hit his prostate on a particularly hard thrust, making the feeling rush over him quicker. Sam noticed him tensing and released his hold on Puck’s hips, pulling him up off the floor and onto his knees. He gripped the base of Puck’s cock hard to stave off his orgasm, making the other boy whine slightly in the back of his throat.
“Please,” Puck groaned, “please, I’m so close, I need to come.” Sam shook his head, even though Puck couldn’t see him, and slowed down his movements a little bit so that he could go harder and pound into Puck’s prostate on each thrust. The pressure building up without release had him gasping for breath, giving him the feeling like he wasn’t getting the air he needed and heightening everything he felt even further. Sam was absolutely relentless until he could feel he was close, and only then did he release his hold on Puck and lean forward, biting into the meat of his shoulder. Puck let out a heavy, guttural moan as he came, and his tightening muscles brought Sam to completion right along with him.
After taking a couple minute to catch his breath, he turned to where Sam had collapsed on the floor next to him and grabbed him by the back of the neck to bring him into a slow, lazy kiss.
“Can we just do it like that like… everyday?”
Sam just laughed and shook his head at how straightforward Puck was. “Yeah, of course.”