Fic: As we know it (and I feel fine) (Glee, Puck/Finn)
Title: As we know it (and I feel fine)
Pairing: Puck/Finn
Rating: R
Word Count: 1400
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters etc etc
Summary: It’s the end of the world, according to Finn, and there’s only really enough time to do one thing.
A/N: Written for a prompt on the glee_kink_meme. Kindly betaed by redandglenda, and thanks also to mintyfiend for the cheerleading. All remaining mistakes are mine. Concrit is always most welcomed. Title belongs to R.E.M.
Finn is a flurry of messy hair and wide eyes when he bursts into Puck’s room without knocking. It could have been an awkward moment; Puck’s hand is down his pants, about to wrap around his dick for some solo afternoon delight, but he freezes when Finn bursts in. His hand is still in his pants, but Finn doesn’t seem to notice. Instead he starts pacing back and forth, which gives Puck the opportunity to remove his hand from his jeans and press the heel against himself through his jeans furtively as he frowns at Finn.
“What’s up?” he asks maddeningly casual on purpose, since he’s pretty sure Finn is looking for an equal reaction to his apparent freaking out. Finn stops pacing to grab his hair in his hands and pull, only adding to the complete crazy person look he seems to be going for.
“What’s up?” Finn repeats like Puck’s the one who’s insane. “What’s up? The world is ending and you’re just lying there asking me what’s up?”
Puck raises an eyebrow and tries not to laugh. “The world’s ending?”
Finn nods emphatically, expression serious. “On my way home, there was this man. And he told me about how the world was about to end. And when I gave him five dollars he told me it was this afternoon! We have less than two hours until the end of the world!”
“And you came to tell me first?” Puck thinks he would have been kind of touched by that, except for how he wasn’t a girl.
Finn hesitates. “Yeah, well, you know, my mom’s at work and your place was closest and, look, it doesn’t matter. What’re we gonna do?”
Puck stares at Finn for a moment, then smiles, sitting up. “Less than two hours?” he asks. “Not much time for anything. Except...” he pauses, and Finn sits down beside him.
“What?” he demands.
“Well, I don’t want to die without having had sex,” Puck tells him, throwing in an attempt at a pout for good measure.
Finn frowns. “You’re not a virgin, Puck,” he reminds him and Puck grins.
“Today,” he clarifies. “I don’t want to die without having had sex today.”
“Oh,” Finn says, like that makes sense. He glances at his watch, then out of the window. “It kinda sucks that no one else seems to know. But there’s nothing we can do, right?”
“Right,” Puck replies reassuringly, and kisses him because hell, what if the world is ending? It’d be a shame to go down in flames without doing this at least once.
It takes Finn a second to kiss back, and then Puck finds himself flat on his back being kissed like mad by Finn. It feels like Finn is getting out a lifetime’s worth of kisses right now, and there’s a noisy, hungry desperation to them that makes Puck kiss back with as much vigour, even though he’s pretty sure that the world really isn’t going to end tonight.
Finn’s fingers are clumsy as he undresses Puck. That Puck undresses Finn in return is simply because Finn might take too long and Puck reckons they could get a couple of goes in before the world supposedly ends. It’s certainly not that he’s enjoying peeling away the layers until there’s nothing but Finn pressed against him.
They kiss some more, Finn grinding his hips down against Puck’s as they make out frantically. It feels wonderful and Puck thinks he could come from this, from Finn’s weight and the heavy slide of his dick against Puck’s own. But then Finn pushes himself up and stares down at Puck, just breathing hard for a moment or two. And he says, “Fuck me.”
Puck stares at him, and it’s all wrong now. It’s not how this is supposed to go- not that he’s ever considered that before or anything- but he’s not going to fuck Finn for the first time (for Finn’s first time being fucked, too) just because Finn’s gotten it into his head that the sky is falling or something.
He tells Finn this and there’s an uncomfortable moment where he thinks Finn might cry or something- his face crumples just a little and he gets this hard, almost scared, look on his face. And then he says, “I know, Puck. I know. But it could. What if it did? It could happen at any time.”
Puck doesn’t know how to answer that, so he just watches as Finn pulls a condom and lube out of the pocket of his discarded jeans, and for a split second he wonders if Finn had planned this all along, except for how they don’t do this, they don’t think of this, they don’t plan this. It’s not what they do.
“Please,” Finn says, holding out the condom, and he’s already spreading lube on his own fingers before Puck even has the foil wrapper open. He gets understandably distracted as he watches Finn lube himself up, sliding slick fingers inside himself until he’s loose enough to take Puck in.
It’s a little awkward, getting onto the right position, Finn on his back, legs bent up and Puck between them. It’s not the most practical of positions and normally Puck would have said that it was almost romantic, being face to face like this, except that it’s him and Finn and it’s not romance, it just is.
Puck hesitates and Finn glances at his wristwatch, the only thing he still has on and says, “Less than an hour until the end of the world.”
“I guess I’d better make it fast then,” Puck quips trying to disguise, even to himself, how nervous he feels.
Finn shakes his head. “No,” he says. “Don’t. Just...mean it.” He stutters on the last word as Puck slides in until he’s buried inside him.
“Wow,” Finn says, and his eyes are as wide and wild as they’d been when he’d first burst into Puck’s room, except this time he’s looking at Puck.
Puck begins to move, slow, slight increments at first until Finn makes an exasperated, demanding noise that makes Puck growl- it’s not easy holding back, after all- and slam into him. It pushes a surprised shout from Finn’s throat that Puck wants to hear again and again and he does, with each thrust, harder than the last.
Finn’s mouth is open, lips pink and wet as Puck fucks him, pausing occasionally to settle, to kiss, to tease by moving in fractions of an inch before pounding in again.
It doesn’t last as long as Puck would like, but that’s because he could do this forever and never tire of it. Finn’s hands are big and strong where they grasp his shoulder or his ass or his face, and his legs are tight and vicelike as they pull him in closer. It feels safe, almost, like if the world did end suddenly, ended now in this moment, that he’s protected. It’s a nice feeling.
Puck thrusts into Finn until his back and thigh muscles shake and when Finn comes, hot and sticky over his chest, he doesn’t even try to hold on anymore, just lets himself come. He slumps down onto Finn’s chest for a moment, until he gets the energy to roll off, and then blindly throws the condom in the direction of the trash.
“Wow,” Finn says again, and Puck promptly falls asleep.
It’s night time when he opens his eyes again and rolls over to find Finn pressed against his back. His movement makes Finn stir, and then stare around at the darkness.
“Huh,” he says after a moment. “I guess we slept through the end of the world.”
“I guess we did,” Puck agrees with a yawn and rationalises that it only looks like he’s snuggling closer to Finn when he stretches out his limbs tiredly.
“Or maybe the old dude got the dates wrong,” Finn muses. “Maybe it’s tomorrow the world is ending.”
“Are you saying we’ll have to do this again tomorrow?” Puck asks and Finn shrugs and tries not to smile.
“You did say you didn’t want to die before you’d had sex,” he reminds Puck, and really, Puck can't argue with that logic at all.
Pairing: Puck/Finn
Rating: R
Word Count: 1400
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters etc etc
Summary: It’s the end of the world, according to Finn, and there’s only really enough time to do one thing.
A/N: Written for a prompt on the glee_kink_meme. Kindly betaed by redandglenda, and thanks also to mintyfiend for the cheerleading. All remaining mistakes are mine. Concrit is always most welcomed. Title belongs to R.E.M.
Finn is a flurry of messy hair and wide eyes when he bursts into Puck’s room without knocking. It could have been an awkward moment; Puck’s hand is down his pants, about to wrap around his dick for some solo afternoon delight, but he freezes when Finn bursts in. His hand is still in his pants, but Finn doesn’t seem to notice. Instead he starts pacing back and forth, which gives Puck the opportunity to remove his hand from his jeans and press the heel against himself through his jeans furtively as he frowns at Finn.
“What’s up?” he asks maddeningly casual on purpose, since he’s pretty sure Finn is looking for an equal reaction to his apparent freaking out. Finn stops pacing to grab his hair in his hands and pull, only adding to the complete crazy person look he seems to be going for.
“What’s up?” Finn repeats like Puck’s the one who’s insane. “What’s up? The world is ending and you’re just lying there asking me what’s up?”
Puck raises an eyebrow and tries not to laugh. “The world’s ending?”
Finn nods emphatically, expression serious. “On my way home, there was this man. And he told me about how the world was about to end. And when I gave him five dollars he told me it was this afternoon! We have less than two hours until the end of the world!”
“And you came to tell me first?” Puck thinks he would have been kind of touched by that, except for how he wasn’t a girl.
Finn hesitates. “Yeah, well, you know, my mom’s at work and your place was closest and, look, it doesn’t matter. What’re we gonna do?”
Puck stares at Finn for a moment, then smiles, sitting up. “Less than two hours?” he asks. “Not much time for anything. Except...” he pauses, and Finn sits down beside him.
“What?” he demands.
“Well, I don’t want to die without having had sex,” Puck tells him, throwing in an attempt at a pout for good measure.
Finn frowns. “You’re not a virgin, Puck,” he reminds him and Puck grins.
“Today,” he clarifies. “I don’t want to die without having had sex today.”
“Oh,” Finn says, like that makes sense. He glances at his watch, then out of the window. “It kinda sucks that no one else seems to know. But there’s nothing we can do, right?”
“Right,” Puck replies reassuringly, and kisses him because hell, what if the world is ending? It’d be a shame to go down in flames without doing this at least once.
It takes Finn a second to kiss back, and then Puck finds himself flat on his back being kissed like mad by Finn. It feels like Finn is getting out a lifetime’s worth of kisses right now, and there’s a noisy, hungry desperation to them that makes Puck kiss back with as much vigour, even though he’s pretty sure that the world really isn’t going to end tonight.
Finn’s fingers are clumsy as he undresses Puck. That Puck undresses Finn in return is simply because Finn might take too long and Puck reckons they could get a couple of goes in before the world supposedly ends. It’s certainly not that he’s enjoying peeling away the layers until there’s nothing but Finn pressed against him.
They kiss some more, Finn grinding his hips down against Puck’s as they make out frantically. It feels wonderful and Puck thinks he could come from this, from Finn’s weight and the heavy slide of his dick against Puck’s own. But then Finn pushes himself up and stares down at Puck, just breathing hard for a moment or two. And he says, “Fuck me.”
Puck stares at him, and it’s all wrong now. It’s not how this is supposed to go- not that he’s ever considered that before or anything- but he’s not going to fuck Finn for the first time (for Finn’s first time being fucked, too) just because Finn’s gotten it into his head that the sky is falling or something.
He tells Finn this and there’s an uncomfortable moment where he thinks Finn might cry or something- his face crumples just a little and he gets this hard, almost scared, look on his face. And then he says, “I know, Puck. I know. But it could. What if it did? It could happen at any time.”
Puck doesn’t know how to answer that, so he just watches as Finn pulls a condom and lube out of the pocket of his discarded jeans, and for a split second he wonders if Finn had planned this all along, except for how they don’t do this, they don’t think of this, they don’t plan this. It’s not what they do.
“Please,” Finn says, holding out the condom, and he’s already spreading lube on his own fingers before Puck even has the foil wrapper open. He gets understandably distracted as he watches Finn lube himself up, sliding slick fingers inside himself until he’s loose enough to take Puck in.
It’s a little awkward, getting onto the right position, Finn on his back, legs bent up and Puck between them. It’s not the most practical of positions and normally Puck would have said that it was almost romantic, being face to face like this, except that it’s him and Finn and it’s not romance, it just is.
Puck hesitates and Finn glances at his wristwatch, the only thing he still has on and says, “Less than an hour until the end of the world.”
“I guess I’d better make it fast then,” Puck quips trying to disguise, even to himself, how nervous he feels.
Finn shakes his head. “No,” he says. “Don’t. Just...mean it.” He stutters on the last word as Puck slides in until he’s buried inside him.
“Wow,” Finn says, and his eyes are as wide and wild as they’d been when he’d first burst into Puck’s room, except this time he’s looking at Puck.
Puck begins to move, slow, slight increments at first until Finn makes an exasperated, demanding noise that makes Puck growl- it’s not easy holding back, after all- and slam into him. It pushes a surprised shout from Finn’s throat that Puck wants to hear again and again and he does, with each thrust, harder than the last.
Finn’s mouth is open, lips pink and wet as Puck fucks him, pausing occasionally to settle, to kiss, to tease by moving in fractions of an inch before pounding in again.
It doesn’t last as long as Puck would like, but that’s because he could do this forever and never tire of it. Finn’s hands are big and strong where they grasp his shoulder or his ass or his face, and his legs are tight and vicelike as they pull him in closer. It feels safe, almost, like if the world did end suddenly, ended now in this moment, that he’s protected. It’s a nice feeling.
Puck thrusts into Finn until his back and thigh muscles shake and when Finn comes, hot and sticky over his chest, he doesn’t even try to hold on anymore, just lets himself come. He slumps down onto Finn’s chest for a moment, until he gets the energy to roll off, and then blindly throws the condom in the direction of the trash.
“Wow,” Finn says again, and Puck promptly falls asleep.
It’s night time when he opens his eyes again and rolls over to find Finn pressed against his back. His movement makes Finn stir, and then stare around at the darkness.
“Huh,” he says after a moment. “I guess we slept through the end of the world.”
“I guess we did,” Puck agrees with a yawn and rationalises that it only looks like he’s snuggling closer to Finn when he stretches out his limbs tiredly.
“Or maybe the old dude got the dates wrong,” Finn muses. “Maybe it’s tomorrow the world is ending.”
“Are you saying we’ll have to do this again tomorrow?” Puck asks and Finn shrugs and tries not to smile.
“You did say you didn’t want to die before you’d had sex,” he reminds Puck, and really, Puck can't argue with that logic at all.