Friends With Benefits - Time To Talk
Title: Friends with benefits
Pairing: Puck/Finn
Rating: M
Summary: The beginning was simple to mark. It started with a few beers, a break up and uncontrollable, raging hormones. Then Finn starts dating Rachel and that's the end. Or, at least they thought it was until Puck becomes alarmingly ill Puck/Finn Mpreg
Disclaimer: I don't own glee, yada, yada, this and that, you damn well know I don't.
It is not sex that gives the pleasure, but the lover. by Marge Piercy
The woman that answered the door almost looked like a stranger to Finn. They stared at each other for a full two seconds before Finn hastily reminded her that he had came to see Puck and help look after Sarah. The eyes that held his were small, dry and swollen, he had seen them reddened by grief before, but now they were sunk, and glazed by weariness and circled with dark bruises. She looked a long way off, out on her own in unspeakable weather, like a lone Arctic explorer. He swallowed when he saw the unusual shape of her noise.
Throughout every visit in the past four months, she always rolled and worried one piece of the long necklace Puck had brought her the year previous. It was made up of irregular chucks of amber and the piece she always held was smaller than the rest.
As he finished speaking, she seemed to snap out of a trance and said, "Oh, of course," animating her features and she then opened the door wider.
The Puckerman's front room was a small, humble one. It held no particular design or style like his new home had, nor had it changed in the last four years. Each piece of furniture had been brought, moved in - and since then, no alterations had been made. It was made up of all dark colours, browns and greens, even the lighting seemed to hold a brownish ting, the one you associate with the smells of damp, coal dust and soap.
Ruth Puckerman lead him through the hallway and into the front room. Despite the harsh weather, there was no heating on, just the fire place. He watched her bend down stiffly to gather a blanket against her stomach with two hands before asking him if he'd like a drink and informed him Puck would be home soon from picking up Sarah. He guessed she had been asleep when he had rang the door, or lying inert beneath her cover. When he asked her if she'd like any help in the kitchen, like he knew Puck would always offer, she laughed, as if she had never heard of such an proposal, before impatiently asking him to take a seat.
The air felt so thick that it was a conscious effort just to breath. The fire was a gas one and burning yellow. While Ruth was out, he tried adjusting the flame, and when that failed, he opened the window and inch or so before sitting back down and straightening the cushions.
The small woman returned with two workman's mugs of tea. He had fumbled over a speech in his mind, one addressing the bruises, but it seemed Ruth beat him to it as she sat down and said, "I don't know why you have come so early for Finn. I hope it isn't to satisfy your curiosity. Because frankly, I'm not in the mood to hear it." The attempt to say that without emotion conveyed it all the more powerfully by the brisk and breathy phrasing. She tried to soften the effort with a wonkily smile.
Finn paused in thought for a moment, but decided it was in fact best to leave it and he would try another tactic. He nodded his answer to her and attempted to sip the scalding tea from the small china bucket in his hand in an attempt to avoid eye-contact.
It was hard to see Ruth beyond the terms of her behaviour. He could never tell if their was something more going on with the woman than anybody could fathom and he didn't want to risk anything with her. He would take the safer bet.
Ignoring the burning in his throat, he replied, "Look," he paused again and sighed, "I know you don't wanna get into it, and I won't make you…but…"
"But?" She prompted, and he could hear the raise in her voice.
"Well…We're worried about your family." He told her.
Ruth picked up on the word 'we' and instantly spat, "Who have you been talking to? It was that Burt, wasn't it? The big one with the baseball cap?" Finn looked away nervously. "Well, you can tell him from me that if he has anything to discuses he can come here and do it himself, not send you to do his dirty work for him." The discussion seemed to stir something in her and she went to stand, but the lowness of the chair stopped her and with wobbly knees she sat back down.
He felt the cold, numbing feeling crawl up his spine, the one people get when they monopolise all the available emotions stored in the room. He stared at the picture on the fireplace behind her, knowing she was the type of person who didn't like to seen crying, a trait he knew Puck had inherited from her. Ruth was silent, her hands clasped tightly around the cup still as she stared at the floor, needing to be, as it were, alone. Whatever had happened last night had obviously affected her as much as it had affected Puck. He wondered what. As he caught her eyes his numbness disappeared at the simple thought it was love, and it's slow distraction. And it made his own heart ache again as he thought of Rachel, and as he thought of Noah.
They found themselves in a tense silence again, one that, when they finally arrived home, Sarah was oblivious to.
"Hey Finn," the pre-teen greeted happily as she skipped in, carrying a brown paper bag in her arms.
Finn twisted around in his seat, glad to have a distraction. "Hey Princess, what you got there?" he asked, tilting his head to indicate the bag.
Her grin widened. "Noah said we could bake cookies tonight!"
He smiled back, "That sounds good."
By six o'clock that evening, long after Ruth had left, with a sense of relief, Finn felt normality return. It was still the same house Finn had spent third of his childhood in, because his mom was never home, but nether was Ruth, but she didn't mind them staying home alone to baby-sit Sarah. He had seen Puck's room covered in little green men and space ships, and when he went through his 'punk' faze and it was all black and blue, but then punk was uncool so he ditched it. And he was familiar with the pale blue walls and all the new shit he had, like candles and strange decorations which were actually really awesome and he knew somebody had helped him set it all up.
It still had the big rail-way clock above the kitchen door, the one that was still five minutes fast after all these years and it was ticking away loudly like part of it was broken. Still had the rip in the sofa from when Puck had got his pocket knife and was showing off, still had the stain from when they where play fighting and knocked the table over. He smiled at the memory, they had tried scrubbing it out before Ruth got home and they had both laughed when she noticed it two weeks later.
Finn chased some of his desert with his spoon. "That was amazing Puck, maybe you should lose more often," he said, a hint of a smirk in his voice.
Puck grunted. "Maybe I should cook no matter who loses. You're a terrible cook."
Finn pouted. "I'm not that bad."
Puck and Sarah raised an identical eyebrow of amusement at him.
He sighed and admitted reluctantly, "okay, so maybe the bacon was a little over cooked."
"A little?" Sarah scuffed. "It wasn't even eatable."
"Hey, it was awfully early in the morning and there is a lot of stuff to do to make breakfast..." Finn protested weakly as Puck barked out a laugh.
Puck watched with amusement as Finn actually pouted. Their great leader was pouting like a little child.
"It's okay. We'll just make sure that when you move out of you parents home you've had professional lessons first."
Finn finally looked up from what he was eating to stare at his best friend. This wasn't the same sad, angry man who had been at the game last night. He beamed back when he realized that Puck was actually smilingat him.
"Puck?" he asked wonderingly.
Puck deliberately ignored the implied question, pleased to see the joy on his friend's face and knowing he had unwittingly put it there. He actually felt good - happier - this morning after his talk with Santana last night, and intended to enjoy it.
Nether of them noticed the looked on Sarah's face. One mixed between compassion, joy and worry.
Finn took a moment to admire the way Puck's muscles flexed as he helped pull his shirt over his head. He groaned at the sight and leaned down to capture the tanned teen's mouth with his, nibbling at his bottom lip. Puck willing opened his mouth and pulled Finn's tongue into his own, sucking on it playfully.
Puck guided him backwards until they fell onto the bed. If this were a battle, Finn knew he had already lost. Puck's passion was intense and overwhelming, his mouth and hands everywhere, skin hot against his, strong hands stroking his flesh. His own hands caressed sculpted muscles in a frenzied exploration.
"Finn," Puck growled hungrily into his mouth as Finns hands moved down to group his perfectly shaped ass.
"Puck," he purred, sliding his fingers through his chestnut strip of hair. He was heat against his tongue, tasting better than Finn could have imagined - spice and smoke.
Within moments he was writhing in wordless ecstasy as Puck devoured him, his mouth everywhere. He kissed and licked, sucked and nipped. Finn had yelped in surprise the first time teeth broke his skin, but the heat of Puck's tongue instantly soothed away the tiny ache. This intensity was something he had never experienced before - this wasn't the gentle loving he had known in the past. This was an inferno.
Finn gasped as Puck's hand brushed against his member when he slid his jeans and boxers down past his hips, freeing his cock from it's confinement. Burning fingertips traced the line from his navel to the base of his cock and he felt his knees tremble at the touch. "Puck," he moaned.
He couldn't keep his hands off the guitarist, trying to touch him everywhere, wanting to know every inch of his skin. He wanted to taste the heat of the flesh against his, but Puck wouldn't let him. Finn was unwilling to try to change positions, afraid he would lose the electric friction of their cocks sliding together.
Puck made a sound akin to ravenous growl and Finn howled in shocked pleasure when his cock was surrounded by the heat of the dark skinned teen's mouth. He groaned and shuddered as the shorter teen licked and rumbled around his erection, the head of his cock rubbing against the inside of his mouth. He panted helplessly, clutching at the bedding as he watched Puck's head bobbing hungrily over his weeping erection. Teeth lightly scraped over his cock a moment before the bronze skinned teen sucked him so hard that he nearly tore through his lip, trying to contain an explosive scream, too scared of waking Sarah.
Finn could only lie there, gasping as Puck licked him clean. He then felt the dark skinned jocks hard cock press against him as his mouth was captured, letting him taste his own seed.
He made a surprised grunt when Puck's slick finger pressed into his entrance. Eyes that were dark from lust studied his reactions as he slid it in deeper, the guitarist smirked triumphantly when his fingertip rubbed over something sensitive, making him groan at the sensation. Puck continued to watch him, licking his lips as Finn began pressing against his hand, trying to force him even deeper. Even the fullness provide by three fingers wasn't enough.
Puck withdrew his fingers with a chuckle and Finn nearly whined at the loss.
The dark skinned teen stared at him for a long moment and asked, "Do you want me to?"
Finn, who was barely in control of his own voice, slowly shook his head, saying 'no'. He wasn't ready for that, not yet. He loved being in control too much, and even though he had only just minutes ago had the best orgasm of his life, he still wanted that control back.
Puck frowned but nodded. He quickly changed positions, so he was straddling Finn's hips and he captured his pale lips with his dark ones. They both moaned into the kiss, groaning as their tongues touched.
Puck drew back enough to stare down at him, eyes narrowing in satisfaction at Finn's moan when he moved his hips, grinding their erections together. Finn's hands they fly up to his hips and in one swift movement he had Puck trapped beneath him as he pressed their chest together.
Puck moaned as Finn continued his exploration of his body, and devoured his muscled flesh. He had never imaged somebody tasting this good, every inch seemed to have a slightly different erotic flavour. Puck had finally lost his cool, controlled façade and was writhing and moaning beneath him, clutching at and curling around Finn.
Finn whimpered in protest when Puck stopped his own worship of Finn's body, he used his hair to draw him away enough to look at him with smouldering hazel eyes.
"Finn," he gasped, impatiently. "Are you going to fuck me or tease me? As turned am I am by the foreplay, I'm looking forward to feeling your cock in me."
Finn couldn't help himself - he blushed a deep cherry red. He never imagined a line like that would ever be directed at him by anyone, especially by Puck. Even his wildest fantasies had never considered something like this happening to him.
Puck chuckled and took his hand and pushed it between the cleft of his ass. "You'll have plenty of chances for other stuff, man. Fuck now."
Finn looked at his hand and growled in mock annoyance. "You're awfully pushy." He rubbed the tip of Puck's cock with his thumb, gripping it tightly, taking a deep breath of satisfaction when shorter teen groaned.
"Of course I am," Puck barked a laugh, "I'm a sex-shark. It's what I do."
Finn grinned, thoroughly enamoured of this relaxed, confident Puck. He slicked a finger over his entrance, slowly sliding it past the ring of muscle. Puck had been very careful to prepare him so he wasn't hurt - the least he could do was return the favour. It made him flinch to think of having something so big as a dick in him with about being prepared first, causing a tiny itch of guilt to form from all the previous times he was to engrossed to think about such a thing. He remembered how amazing it felt when the guitarist had pressed against a bundle of nerves and wanted Puck to feel the same pleasure he had. Apparently he did it right, because Puck was soon gulping in great breaths of air as he pushed back on Finn's fingers.
"Finn," he moaned, curling his legs around Finn's waist, "Fuckkk."
Finn slid his fingers out, thrilling at the gasp of anticipation his friend made. He went to grabbed the lube and condom he knew Puck always kept in his draw but then paused.
"Dude," he gasped, "You don't have any condoms."
Puck groaned and threw his head back in annoyance at the delay. "It was your turn to bring 'em."
Finn blushed again, "Oh..."
Puck sighed again, lifting himself up on to his elbows and said, "Are you clean?"
Finn stared at him blankly and replied, "Well, I had a shower last night, but I don't see wha-"
"No, you idiot! I mean you don't have an STD, do you?"
"Oh," he was turning red again. "No, the only other person I've been with was Santana, and we used one."
Puck nodded to himself and flopped back down on to the bed. "And I had a check a couple months ago and haven't been with anyone else since you," Finn's chest suddenly felt funny at the thought Puck having only been with him since Halloween, but he ignored it. "So it be fine," Puck ended with.
Finn hesitated for a second, before nodding and grabbing the lube then he quickly coated his leaking erection with it, shivering as he stroked himself to apply it. And then he couldn't hold himself back any longer, amazed he had waited this long for his reward, and slid into the fire of the dark skinned teen.
He had never imagined something could ever feel this good - Puck's body was soft and hard at once, muscles tight around his trembling cock. It was nearly impossible for him not to drive in even deeper, burying himself in one driving thrust, but he forced himself to move slowly, watching and listening to Puck for any sign of pain. Puck shuddered once but didn't protest as he pressed deeper into the mohawked teen until he was completely sheathed in heat.
"Move," Puck groaned.
Finn moaned with relief and drew out slightly before burying himself again. Puck started to groan, still keeping control for Sarah's sake, the sound stayed continuous as Finn repeated the action, echoing his friend.
"Harder, Finn," He gasped.
He used more strength with the next stroke, drawing nearly all the way out before driving in deep, growling with pleasure as the guitarist curled tightly around him. Puck's cock was hard against his stomach as he thrust harder and harder, driven on by the handsome dark skinned teens cries of pleasure.
Puck's eyes were closed, his mouth open in a vain attempt to gulp in air as his head thrashed on the bed. Finn could feel himself getting close, his body becoming taunt in preparation as he balls tightened and his cock trembled. He slid his hand between their sweating bodies and curled his fingers around his friend's trapped cock, squeezing hard and groaning as Puck threw his head back, exposing his long, tanned neck. Finn quickly latched on to his pulse point, sucking hard, causing the dark skinned teen to shudder against him
"Puck," he gasped after he released his neck, barely able to speak, "Open your eyes. Look at me."
The darker skinned teen groaned at the near impossibility of the task, but did what he asked. Puck's eyes were dark with lust, locking onto his as Finn stroked him in time with his urgent, manic thrusts.
Puck's whole body trembled as he came, his fingers digging deep into his shoulders as he clenched around Finn's entire body, biting his lip hard until he tasted blood. The pressure was more than he could bear.
Finn stared down at the smirking man, shuddering in reaction. Even if it never happened again, he didn't think he would ever forget what an amazing feeling it was.
Puck dragged his head down, capturing him for a demanding kiss, chuckling into his mouth. Their tongues danced, each ravishing the other in a mock battle.
When Puck finally released him to breathe his own air, Finn gazed at him in wonder. All it took was a kiss.
"So, Finn," he smirked, "Ready to do that again?"
Finn woke up a few hours later, stretched out as if it was his bed. Hell, it practically was. Puck was curled up next to him, one hand curled into a fist and pressed against him mouth, the other was underneath his cheek and he was snoring softly, it was like a purring sound than a snore though. His knees where curled up against his chest and Finn suddenly felt an explosion of emotion burst in his chest and he stroked the strip of hair on his head. He had always wondered how it felt, the shaven parts were rough, like sandpaper, but his skin and Mohawk were both soft to the touch and he smiled down at him with tender eyes, glad that this man who he was currently sharing a bed with was his best friend.
Then his smiled turned into a frown as he ran his head along the back of his head and felt the rough patch of an old scar. Thanks to his mother and her knowing all the plastic surgeons in Ohio, Lima, Puck only had a few scars. The two on his head, one from football back in freshman year where Azimio had tackled him and Puck had hit his head hard, managing to crack his helmet. He hadn't gotten back up after and he was the talk of the school for the entire week. Finn and a few of his other friends at the time knew he was okay, that his mom wanted to keep him home to keep an eye on him. The rumour mill though, had said he'd been knocked in to a coma and may never wake up, or they had found a brain tumour and gods knows what else. But it was the first scar that had made him the big, though hard ass of McKinley.
Puck had always been brought up strong, tough, and able to get into fights with all the older kids and come out better off. He had always been able to survive really hard punches and bangs to the head. Like where he got the second scar from, when he had been flipped over by a car, breaking three ribs and cracking his head open painfully. He was strong, people could see that. People where starting to become scared of him after that. They didn't want to pick fights with him any more. But they didn't seem to realize that his strength didn't extend to his heart. A fact Finn had was starting to realize he had also neglect too.
He leaned forward and pressed a feather light kiss to the shorter teen's head, inhaling his scent. He couldn't really name the smell though, It was a familiar scent, one that had a home-like quality that smelt so warm and cosy that it just had to belong to Puck. He pulled him closer, marvelling at how smooth his skin felt under his finger tips, like his skin naturally moisturised itself. He wondered what he would do when this thing between him and Puck stopped. Dreaded the fact he knew he would miss this physically contact they now shared.
They had been friends since they had meet when they where ten and Puck had been the new boy. He had been pretty scrawny back then. Like his mom couldn't afforded to feed him and some of his close seemed a little small and worn out, like they were second hand or where last years close. He had dark, thick curly hair and big round glasses and Finn had mostly ignored him.
Then Azimio had turned around to him and his friends at the time, telling him how he planned to jump the small boy after school in the back ally so nobody could see them. Finn had kept his mouth shut, not agreeing but not protesting ether. He knew better than to go up against Azimio. He was the leader of the pact, the top dog at the time. He was afraid that if he spoke out, he'd lose all his friends. And he just couldn't deal with being alone. He still couldn't deal with it now.
So they had ended up cornering him after school the next day, Azimio at the front of the pact, demanding his money. Puck, or Noah, at the time, was even at bad ass back then and even though he was outnumbered by five guys, flat out refused. Azimio, of course didn't like that. Even back then the dark skinned boy had been big, probably twice the size of Noah, height and weight wise, so it only took one punch to the gut to get him on his knees.
But Noah had fought back. Viciously in fact. Like a caged animal and the two boys ripped into each other like they needed the others blood to live. And it had scared the hell out of them all, but the group of boys had lunged forward when they thought Azimio was going to lose and had restrained him. Actually treating him like he was a caged animal. And then Noah couldn't fight back and Azimio kept punching him and hitting him and Finn saw blood and he just yelled stop before he even thought about it.
They hadn't been instant friend's, but after that though, things for Noah at school had gotten easier. People realized he wasn't as weak or defenceless as they first though, even though he was half the size of most of them. They wanted to hang out with him, and found out he was really fast. And then in middle school and Puck had already been hit by a car and his long curly hair had to be shaven off for the sitches so he shaved it in to a Mohawk and he was a bad ass and all the girls wanted to sate him. It was their second interaction ever when they got set up as partners for a science project and Puck asked him why he had stopped.
Finn had just been honest with him. About how he thought even back then he was totally bad ass, even before the fight. About how it was awesome he didn't let the other children pressure them into things he didn't want to do, or how he never let their insults get him down. About how he would have loved to be has braze as he was. And then, from then on out, they were friends. And then best friends. And now Finn couldn't image his life without his best friend next to him.
That's why he knew what ever was causing all these cuts, bruises and self hate to come to the surface needed to stop.
When he had told Santana about how worried he was that she would hurt himself, he had been being honest then too. But it was also a secret statement to Puck too, that no matter how cruel, how callous or just how much of a plain jerk he was to him, Finn would always be there for him. He just hoped that messages was convened in the whole project.
Approximately two minutes later Puck began to arise, his long, dark eye-lashes began to flutter against his high cheek bones and Finn waited patently for him to coax himself awake.
Puck blinked in confusion as he woke, seeming oblivious as to where he was or who was in his bed. He looked at Finn for a moment and held eye contact with him before turning away and rolling over to stretch out, not caring that he was completely naked and Finn couldn't help but smile at how comfortable his was in his own body.
"You okay dude?" Finn asked casually, as if he didn't know where he was going to take this conversation.
"Yeah," Puck sighed. "Back's fucking killing me though."
"Where to?" Finn asked.
"Lower."
Finn nodded to himself and sat up. he waited for a moment and when Puck didn't move, he turned again to look straight at him and ordered, "Well, roll over then."
Puck suddenly hesitated and replied, "Nah, it's okay man, I can deal."
Finn frowned to himself. He doesn't want me to see the bruises, he thought, that's why he doesn't want me to do it. "No, dude, seriously," he protested lightly. "I don't mind."
Puck hesitated again, looking down to his right as he always did when he was uncertain about something. "Puck," he finally sighed and saw Puck tense underneath him and briefly thought he had done the wrong thing, but then the shorter teen did and Finn bit back a gasp, but still saw all his muscles become taunt again.
Hesitantly he reached a hand down and felt Puck flinch under his fingers. He imminently drew his hand back and as he did he heard the change of Puck's breathing. "Sorry," he muttered.
Puck only nodded, and slowly, carefully, he began to massage his taunt muscles and he felt his cock twitch as he heard Puck moan in approval.
When he was sure he had worked out all the knots, he finally built up the courage, took a deep breath and asked, "Puck, what happened?"
He was meet with sience and for a second he feared Puck was going to kick him out and he would never be able to help. Instead, the dark skinned teen replied, "it doesn't matter."
At that, Finn's heart hurt. Because it made it seem like that Puck wasn't worth it, like Puck didn't matter. So, with a little bit more force than he was meant to apply, he said, "yes, it does."
Puck finally rolled over and sat up to glare at him, and this time Finn thought he was going to hit him. It didn't happened again, of course, and Puck stood up, pulling on his jeans and T-shirt, as if cover the bruises and new scars would make Finn forget about it completely.
No, Finn thought, I'm not going to ignore you. Finn quickly stood up and followed Puck, grabbing his wrist with a bit more force than he attended too again and asked again, "What. Happened?"
Puck only continued to glare at him and snatched his hand away, growling, "Why does it matter so much?"
"Because you matter!" he suddenly yelled, surprising both himself and his friend.
Puck stared at him for a moment, blinking dumbly before dropping his eyes to the floor. And Finn took his chance. He strolled over to him with a purpose and lifted Puck's shirt above his head, momentarily stunned he hadn't refused again.
He reached one hand out to touch the largest bruise just about his jean line and Puck flinched at the contact. "This," he whispered, surprising himself that he could still control his own voice. "Was no accident."
The guitarist continued to stubbornly stare at the floor, to proud to make eye-contact, still trying to denial that this was happening to him. Tentiavily, he asked, "It was John…wasn't it?" It was more of a statement than a question, so he fully anticipated the answer to be yes, which Puck confirmed by nodding weakly, and then, saying in a croaked voice 'yeah'.
Finn's whole body slumped forward slightly, like he was suddenly carrying an impossible weight. In an equally weak voice, he asked, "Are there any more?"
He felt something in his guilt tighten as Puck nodded mutely.
"I-I need to see them."
He watched Puck bit his lip, like he was suddenly nervious to be naked in front of him.
"Puck," he warned.
And just like that, his top and jeans where off again and he stepped out of them with uncharacteristic shyness. Puck had never felt so exposed before, so bare before. He had always had the bruises, but they where on his back and behind his knees, places that he could hide if he did it right, but now Finn knew. Now Finn knew everything and all he wanted to do was run and hide under his bed like a little child. And he hated himself for that cowardice, that John had done this to him, had made him so ashamed of himself he wanted to hide from his best friend.
Finn then dropped to his knees to observe the damage John had done to his body and Puck found himself blushing for a little more that shame as a more erotic thought crossed his mind.
He flinched in shook as Finn touched a nasty, angry red cut on hi caft from when John had found his pocket knife and wanted to teach him the dangers of 'knife crime'. He had a towel wrapped around his leg for the entire day and it wondered him how nobody pointed out that he was limping and hissing in pain every fell minutes during booty camp.
Finn realised a heavy sigh, his body still slumped forward as he stood up. with his head still hung low, Puck pulled his jeans back up and then gasped a little in surprise as Finn threw one lanky arm around his shoulders and pulled their bodies together. Puck remained limp in his arms for a moment before resting his head on the taller boys shoulder and curling his arms around his back.
Finn released him from their awkward hug and Puck nearly whimpered at the lost of contact, but then Finn wrapped a secure arm around his waist and the pale boy ran one hand up and down his back, making him shiver. Puck's fingers tightened into Finn's shirt, the one he had grabbed when he woke up in the middle of the night, freezing cold and wondering how Puck a managed to sleep through it. He held on as tightly as he could, like Finn was his life line and Finn just held him tighter, wishing he spoke out sooner so he could have been an actually decent friend. Finn's hand's finally stilled just above Puck's low hanging jeans and the dark skinned shivered for an entirely different reason. All he had to do was slip a little lower.
Finn pulled away and Puck would have involuntary whimpered against if it wasn't for the fact Finn stopped him by capturing his lips gently, lovingly. The Jewish teen sighed into the kiss and wished it could feel like this all the time, like Finn actually was in love with him, like somebody could love him and that he wasn't just second best.
Wow, I'm really proud of myself, I really like this chapter, I think I did pretty well on it.
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