Fic: It's What Hits the Spot (Puck/Finn)
Title: It’s What Hits the Spot
Pairing: Puck/Finn
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~6000
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.
Spoilers: Set during the pilot episode.
Summary: In which Puck researches prostates, and learns a thing or two.
A/N: Many thanks to mintyfiend and redandglenda for not only betaing but cheerleading my recent burst of inspiration that made me finish this fic (which has been floundering in my hard drive for a couple of months now!). All remaining mistakes are mine. Concrit is most welcome.
Puck feels really bad for Finn’s mom. Finn’s mom is nice and she works hard and gives Puck cookies whenever he comes over and Finn adores her even though he’d never admit it. And so Puck never hits on her. He’s not totally without morals.
Puck knows she’s been through a lot, raising Finn without a father for, like, forever (at least Puck’s dad is still out there somewhere and as hard as it is for his mom, they both agree they’re better off without him around) so hearing she’s having surgery? That really sucks.
He thinks about going to the grocery store and getting her a card or something, or maybe some chocolates because Finn says she likes those. And then he thinks that maybe people who’re having their prostates removed aren't allowed chocolate, like how he wasn’t allowed to eat before he had his tonsils out and then all he could eat for days was jello. So when he gets home he googles it.
He finds a lot of pages on dudes having prostate surgery, but nothing about women, and for one heart clenching moment Puck thinks that maybe women don’t survive prostate surgery and Finn would be an orphan and he’d cry a lot. And that’d really suck. Although then Finn could come and live with him and they could play video games together a lot more than they do now, and they’d outnumber his sister. Which would be cool.
And then he sees the words Females do not have prostates, and sure, there’s a bunch of stuff about prostate-like glands and some weird words Puck wouldn’t know how to even go about trying to pronounce, but Finn hadn’t said ‘prostate-like’. He’d said prostate. Which meant he was lying.
It makes Puck really mad, because they’re best friends. Best friends don’t lie to each other, don’t keep secrets and it’s obvious Finn is keeping a secret now. Finn’s broken the rules and he’s going to have to pay. Then he thinks about how the football team are going to have to punish Finn for a bit to get even for the lie and it makes him feel better. Revenge always does.
And then something on the screen catches his eye and he scrolls down and sees something called ‘prostate massage’. It sounds gross and Puck likes things that are gross. And yeah, it does turn out to be gross but it’s also kind of interesting. And, huh. He’d never known that about prostates. He’s sure he maybe vaguely heard the word in biology class, but they definitely hadn’t been taught interesting shit like this.
Puck’s never been one to shy away from sexual experimentation (as long as it’s not too gay like making out with a dude on top of the Eiffel Tower surrounded by rose petals or some shit like that) because getting off? Is the best feeling in the world and if there was some way to stay on the brink of orgasm forever, Puck would do it in an instant. Well, he’d bottle it and sell it and live off the proceeds in a mansion made of gold or something. But whatever, he just really likes getting off.
So when he’s lying in bed that night, he finds his thoughts straying back to those web pages. Some of them had been very descriptive and Puck had read them more carefully than he’d read anything in years. It’s probably too weird to attempt though, so he pushes the thoughts away and tries to go to sleep.
An hour later, wide awake and staring at the ceiling, Puck thinks ‘fuck it’ and then lubes up his fingers.
He’s never actually done this before, not to himself. It seems kind of gay and all, but there’d been this one time, when this girl had gone down on him and she’d reached back and pushed a finger into his ass. And after the initial shock of it, and the assurance that it didn’t make him a total homo, it had actually felt kind of okay.
So he slides his hand down, sliding the back of his hand along the length of his dick and then nudging his balls aside and reaching further back. He finds what he’s searching for and sort of pushes with his fingertip. And sure, his brain is arguing with him like a Prince record that’s skipping, telling him he’s trying to go in through the out door.
Puck rarely listens to the rational voice inside him so he’s hardly going to start now. He uses a bit more pressure and the tip of his finger slips inside suddenly enough that it startles him and he almost pulls his hand away in reflex.
He wiggles his finger, trying to get used to the sensation and then figures he’s come this far so might as well continue and works his finger back and forth, opening himself up until he can press a second one in.
Puck stops then, and takes a deep breath because yeah, it feels weird. He wonders if this is kind of like what it feels like for girls when he fingers them, this strange but not unwelcome invasion of something inside them.
After a moment or two, he moves his fingers, exploring, and then gasps as his fingers brush over what he’s been looking for. It feels amazing, so Puck does it again, and again, starting a stuttering rhythm. His touch is gentle; Puck isn’t sure he could handle a firmer pressure there, because it would probably make his body buck and his mind white out at the first touch. Which is something he wouldn’t mind experiencing, but he’s just not sure he can handle doing that to himself. For now, this is amazing, beyond what he’d expected based on what he’d read online. He lies on his back, still working his hand inside him and thinks about how Finn might be a douche for lying to him, but at least it ended up being educational.
When he wraps his hand around his dick, the head is leaking precome more than it’s ever done before and the combined pressure of his fingers stroking himself inside and out is too much to hold back. Puck bites his lip as he comes, harder than he’s ever come before, hard enough that he can’t breathe for a long moment afterwards, can’t move because his limbs feel like jello.
~~~
On Saturday, Puck and the others wait after football practice in case Finn shows up. He looks surprised and then a little scared when he sees the paintball guns they’re using, but it’s not like they aim for his face and Puck only hits him in the groin once, with the last shot.
The rest of the team disband to go and find someone else to torment but Puck looks at Finn who’s looking at his ruined shirt and jacket in dismay, and decides to pass. This time.
“Come on,” Puck says and drives them both back to his place. They put Finn’s shirt and jacket in the washing machine and Puck starts it running because it’s something he does a lot, what with a younger sister and a working mom. His sheets, worse for wear after three days of his...experimentations, that he’d had to shove in to wash early that morning before his mom had woken up, have been hung out to dry and there are crisp new ones on his bed when they go up to Puck’s room.
Puck stares at Finn’s bare chest and wonders if he should feel bad for the red marks that pepper Finn’s torso. He decides that Finn deserves them, for the lies, and chucks him a shirt to wear, which is too tight around his shoulders and short enough on him that Puck can see the trail of hair leading down from Finn’s bellybutton when Finn stretches to take the Xbox controller.
They play for awhile, then Finn turns to Puck and says, “I can’t believe you researched prostates, dude.”
Puck shrugs. “I was worried about your mom,” he says defensively, which is something he’d only admit to Finn, because Finn knows that sometimes Puck acts like he’s a girl, but Finn never calls him on it.
Finn nudges Puck with his shoulder, and it seems like he might say something that’ll make them both sound like girls, so Puck smirks and says, “besides, I learned a lot.”
“Oh yeah?” Finn seems uninterested, eyes on the screen.
Puck nods. “Yeah,” he says with a smirk, and tells Finn everything he’d read.
The controller in Finn’s hands falls into his lap as he drops his hands, and gives Puck a grossed out look. “People do that? That’s so wrong, man!”
Puck shrugs. “Yeah, but if it feels good...”
Finn doesn’t look convinced and Puck rolls his eyes.
“You’re such a pussy,” he says and smirks when Finn’s eyes narrow a little.
“Because I don’t want to stick my fingers up my ass?” Finn makes a face, nose wrinkling. “That’s gross.”
“That’s what you said about jerking off,” Puck reminds him and watches as Finn flushes, cheeks and ears turning a blotchy shade of dark pink.
They’d made a pact never to mention that week two summers ago when they’d discovered that jerking each other off was better than jerking themselves off. It was something to do with the sensation of having someone else’s hand on your dick, with every movement unexpected, Puck thought, and it wasn’t like Puck had enjoyed the fact that it was Finn whose hand was wrapped around him or anything.
“You’ve tried it,” Finn says, face twisting as if he’s unsure whether to look disgusted or impressed. He picks up the Xbox controller from his lap and Puck can’t help but notice how long and broad Finn’s fingers are. And then he finds himself thinking about Finn’s dick.
Puck doesn’t spend a lot of time thinking about Finn’s dick. Hardly any, in fact, and if his mind does stray that way occasionally it’s the normal, healthy comparison guys make between each other. But he knows from firsthand experience (literally) that Finn’s dick is pretty thick. More than Puck’s, for certain, although Puck is a firm believer that length is more important than breadth. But for the purposes Puck has in mind- hadn’t expected to have in mind, he feels he needs to remind himself, but the ideas are just suddenly there and they’re potentially good ones so he’s not just going to dismiss them- what Finn has is ideal.
“So what if I have?” Puck challenges, and Finn shrugs.
“Nothing, I guess. I just...” he makes a face. “They say it’s good to do a girl in the ass though. Like, it’s real tight or something.”
Puck doesn’t even bother with a full shrug as he says, “Yeah, it’s okay.”
Finn gets that weird look on his face, the one he always gets when he’s thinking of sex. Like he’s turned on and confused at the same time. It’s goofy and Puck mocks it sometimes. But right now, it could work in his favour.
“You should try it sometime,” Puck says and Finn gives him a sheepish look because he’s dating the queen of the celibacy club which means he won’t be getting any this side of matrimony and probably not up the ass, even then.
“Yeah,” Finn says, a little wistfully.
“You should try it now,” Puck says quickly before he can lose the nerve.
Finn frowns and stares around the room. “Uh, now? But there’s no one here but...”
Puck nods.
Finn stares.
Neither of them say anything but Puck keeps his gaze even, his jaw set, and his hands loose in case he needs to form a fist and punch Finn in the face when he laughs in Puck’s face.
“Um,” Finn says, and then clears his throat. “Are you serious?”
“Depends on your answer.”
Finn looks wary, like the football team is about to jump out of Puck’s closet and pepper him with paintballs again, but after a moment he swallows hard and says, “Okay.”
“Okay,” Puck echoes and Finn fidgets, playing with the hem of the shirt Puck gave him to wear.
“Is this weird?” Finn asks. “Like, is this gay?”
Puck shrugs then shakes his head even though, yeah, it’s probably the gayest thing anyone can do but at this point his curiosity and need to get off is trumping everything else.
“It’s getting what we want, right? You get to stop being a virgin, and I-“
“Want me to fuck you in the ass?” Finn asks bluntly and Puck frowns. It doesn’t sound right when Finn says it.
“No. Yes. I mean, not you but I want to try it. Seriously dude, when I used my fingers, it was amazing. And this website I saw said that it was even better if someone else was doing it to you. And I figure there must be something about getting fucked in the ass or else gay dudes wouldn’t do it so much, right?”
Finn nods like that makes a lot of sense. “Why else would they do it?” he agrees and Puck smiles.
“Exactly.”
Neither of them moves.
“So, uh, how do we do this?” Finn asks, looking at Puck like he has all the answers.
“I dunno,” Puck replies a little defensively because the way Finn says it makes it sound like Puck has been planning this for months or something. Which isn’t the case at all. “I mean, that website I saw...it said the best position was me on my back and you, you know.” He makes a rude hand gesture and Finn pulls a face.
“I...I don’t know about this, man,” Finn stutters, looking hesitant. “I mean...it’s kinda...” he wrinkles his nose and then says, “that’s where poop comes from.”
Puck stares at him and waits.
“And I’m not sure I want poop on my dick,” Finn explains, looking uncomfortable.
Puck rolls his eyes. “That’s what’s stopping you? Fuck, I’ll go and take a dump, okay?”
He goes into the bathroom before Finn can protest. When he comes out he’s only wearing his boxers and towelling water from his Mohawk.
“Didn’t want you bitching that I wasn’t clean enough,” Puck tells Finn when he sees the curious look. “So I showered. I don’t think I’ve ever cleaned my ass that thoroughly before in my life.”
“Gross,” Finn says, but he doesn’t look like he’s going to run out of the room anymore.
Puck pulls lube and a condom from his drawer and tosses the latter at Finn.
“Suit up,” he says, and shucks his boxers before Finn can pussy out. He climbs onto the bed and watches as Finn slowly undresses, like an awkward, cheap strip show, staring at the condom in his hand like he’s never seen it before.
“You know what to do with that, right?” Puck asks and Finn scowls at him, naked and gangly and self-conscious beside the bed.
“Yes,” Finn says too quickly, which lets Puck know that in Finn’s eyes, that time they had to roll one onto a condom in health class totally counts.
Puck sits up from the relaxed position he’d spent a few moments getting perfect and snatches the condom out of Finn’s hand. “God, I’ll do it. Sit down.”
Finn sits on the edge of the bed, hands resting on his bare knees and a nervous smile on his face as he watches Puck tear the wrapper open.
“Sit on the fucking bed,” Puck orders him and Finn climbs onto the bed, kneeling in front of Puck. His dick is already half hard, which is a good sign. Sometimes Puck can’t help but think he steam rolls Finn into doing things, tagging along, making some dubious decisions. Normally he doesn’t care- if Finn didn’t want to throw slushies and pee balloons at people, he could stop any time. This, though, is different and probably creepy for any sort of peer pressure to be involved so it’s good to see that the idea of fucking him gets Finn excited.
Not that it’s Puck particularly that Finn’s excited about fucking, Puck’s sure. Finally getting laid is a big deal, no matter who it’s with. Puck hardly remembers any of his conquests. Pretty much none, in fact, other than his first time, age fourteen, with an older girl called Alicia in her pool house. First time’s are definitely big moments, so it’s no wonder Finn’s dick is perking up with interest.
Puck reaches out and brushes the tips of his fingers against Finn’s dick. He looks up at the sound of a sharp intake of breath. Finn’s eyes are closed, and Puck guesses he’s pretending it’s Quinn who’s touching him, which is fine with Puck. Hell, sometimes when he fucks a random girl he’s pretending she’s someone else.
When he looks back down, Finn’s dick is hard and Puck easily rolls the condom on, circling Finn’s dick with his forefinger and thumb to roll it all the way down to the base. He squeezes, biting his bottom lip when the answering gasp from Finn makes his own dick harden in response.
Puck sits back, not meeting Finn’s eyes and gets himself comfortable again. He pours some lube on his fingers, then throws the bottle at Finn.
“Slick it up,” Puck tells him and reaches down to get himself ready. It’s a little easier than the first time he’d tried this. He knows how much lube he needs to work three fingers in, stretching himself open as he does. He knows to try and relax. And he knows that lazily jerking off as he does helps things along.
He looks up to find Finn watching him.
“You, uh, you really tried it then,” Finn sounds surprised. “I thought maybe you were bullshitting.”
“Nope,” Puck says. When Finn doesn’t respond Puck can’t help the impatient noise that slips from his lips. “Look, are you gonna fuck me or what?”
“Are you sure you’re ready?” Finn asks. He’s sitting about as far away as he can be and still be on the bed, and his eyes are watching the steady rhythm of Puck’s fingers, still working inside him, in and out, in and out. “It doesn’t look big enough.”
“It’s big enough,” Puck assures him, hoping he sounds more confident than he feels. “People stick, like, potatoes and twelve inch dildos up there. Your dick’s not that impressive.”
Finn still looks sceptical but he scoots closer. “So you want me, uh...on top?”
Puck nods. “This website said it was the best way to do it. Face to face. Because of the...” he trails off, but Finn looks curious. “The way your dick bends,” Puck finishes quickly, realising that sounds like Puck’s been thinking about this for awhile. But Finn doesn’t seem to notice; instead he nods like it makes a lot of sense.
“Okay,” he says and there are a few awkward moments as they try and get into a position that’s comfortable without elbowing each other in painful places.
“What do I do?” Finn asks when they finally get settled. It’s kind of strange, having Finn’s naked legs touching Puck’s naked legs, so Puck isn’t surprised when Finn’s voice comes out kind of panicked. Puck half expects Finn to freak out entirely and run away but he doesn’t. Instead he stares at Puck’s hand where it rests on his arm.
“You just need to line it up. And then...push it in slowly. Like...like you’re fucking your fist,” Puck explains.
Finn makes his concentrating face, the one he uses in Math and Spanish tests and when he’s trying to understand if someone is making fun of him. His brow is furrowed and his mouth is pursed and Puck’s about to tell him how stupid he looks, when he feels something blunt and big press against him that makes him shut his mouth to hide his involuntary gasp.
“There?” Finn asks, and Puck swallows hard before replying.
“Yeah,” he manages to get out as he feels a lot of pressure, pressure he didn’t really expect even with all his own exploration over the past few days. And then Finn makes a low grunting noise and there’s something inside Puck. It’s not massively big, so he guesses it’s just the tip, but it’s in there and it’s nothing like his fingers. It feels weird, but not bad.
“More,” Puck says, and Finn’s arms shake on either side of Puck as he holds himself up and pushes slowly inside.
It hurts then, a sharp, sudden pain that makes Puck wince and turn his head away.
“Shit!” Finn exclaims. “What did I do? Are you okay?”
Puck inhales a shaky breath and licks his bottom lip. He looks up at Finn’s concerned face and thinks it’s probably strange to be reminded that it’s the same look Finn had given him when they were six years old, in the playground at school. Puck had fallen and scraped his knee and he’d almost cried, even though he knew big boys didn’t cry. But then this kid with messy hair and freckles on his nose had stood over him and peered down and asked him if he was okay. It’s the first time Puck remembers someone other than his mom caring about him like that, and they’ve been friends every since.
“I’m okay,” Puck tells Finn, giving him a shaky smile. He tries to relax, to stop himself from bracing against the pain when Finn moves again, but it’s not as bad anymore. It’s still there, on the edge of his senses, but Puck can take it. He’s taken hits on the football field more painful than this. And at least Puck knows that this is one game he’s actually going to win.
“Fuck,” Finn breathes, the word catching in his throat. He’s moved one of his hands down to grab Puck’s hip, steadying himself as he slides in. It’s slow and Puck’s about to complain when he feels the new but familiar flutter of pure awesome as Finn’s dick brushes over just the right place.
Puck moans and Finn’s hips snap forward, pushing himself in the remaining inches. When Puck opens his eyes, feeling a little bit hazy, Finn has frozen.
“Oh-oh holy fucking- mailman!” Finn mutters. His eyes are scrunched closed and Puck has no idea what a holy fucking mailman has to do with anything but Finn’s dick is in his ass and it feels weird again and there’s that edge of pain too and he’s really hoping the pleasure starts back up sooner rather than later.
“I don’t think I’ll last long,” Finn says in a strangled voice.
“Are you kidding me?” Puck demands. “That fucking hurt! You can’t pussy out now.”
“It’s too tight,” Finn complains. “It feels...it’s... I think I’m gonna-“
“Don’t you fucking dare,” Puck growls. “I need you to move.”
“Puck, I can’t, this is...”
“Finn,” Puck’s voice is low and commanding and Puck thinks he should remember that trick later because he sounds damn sexy and it’s a useful skill to keep up his sleeve for future sexy times. With girls, obviously. Not with Finn or anything.
It takes Finn a moment to open his eyes and look at Puck.
“You can’t come yet,” Puck tells him. “You can’t. You just need to move a bit. I need you to do this. I need you-”
He stops being able to speak when Finn starts to pull out. It feels good and Puck makes an embarrassing mewling noise that turns into one of protest when Finn stops halfway in and halfway out, and shakes his head.
“Puck,” Finn says, and it almost sounds like he’s begging. “I can’t last.”
“You can,” Puck says firmly, and Finn looks suddenly miserable, which is a first for Puck.
Some of the girls he fucked in the past weren’t always happy with him afterwards, mainly when he made an excuse to leave, or got caught with one of their friends an hour or so later, but they’d enjoyed themselves during the fucking.
“Okay,” Puck says, hoping the disappointment doesn’t show on his face. He doesn’t want to stop- he’s not convinced that getting fucked is better than fingered yet- but he doesn’t want Finn to be fucking depressed about it or anything. “It’s okay dude, do what you gotta do.”
“I’m sorry,” Finn starts to babble. “It’s just this thing and I can’t help it and it’s embarrassing and I didn’t want anyone to know and Quinn got really mad the few times it happened with her and I-”
Puck hates it when people babble so he does the only logical thing and pulls Finn’s still moving mouth down to his and kisses him.
It shuts Finn up. It shuts him up good.
Finn kisses back. It’s a weird kiss, but it’s not bad and something about it seems to spur Finn on because his hips are moving suddenly. It’s not fast, but Puck’s grateful for that because the slow in and out rhythm combined with the angle they’ve got going on is perfect. There are bursts of light behind Puck’s eyes with each thrust and the movement drags gasps out of his throat and into Finn’s mouth.
Puck focuses on the sensation, how he knows he must be so tight around Finn’s dick, how the friction of Finn’s hip thrusts and Puck raising his own hips to meet Finn again and again are pushing him closer and closer to what he’s sure is going to be the most intense orgasm of his life. And he’s had a lot. He thinks about how it feels for Finn, wrapped completely in tight heat and he slides his tongue into Finn’s mouth, mimicking the movements of Finn’s dick inside him. He licks his tongue against Finn’s, traces the hard line of top teeth and then pulls back, letting his tongue slip over Finn’s bottom lip.
It’s the first time they’ve kissed and it’s sweeter than it probably should be. It’s not a frantic, teeth smashing, lip splitting extension of frenzied need as they fuck hard and fast. Puck’s done that a lot, fucking quickly so he can get off and get out of there. This isn’t the same thing. Finn’s movements are still slow and steady, and he’s making little “ah” noises in the back of his throat with each thrust, eyes scrunched up like he’s concentrating hard. It makes Puck want to run his thumb over the creases in Finn’s forehead to smooth them out.
He doesn’t do that though. There’s a reason they’ve never kissed before, despite the mutual handjobs that have been going on for years. There’s a line, Puck knows, where it goes from helping a bro out to being completely gay for your bro. Kissing and gentle caresses definitely cross that line. Except that they’ve kissed now, and this is definitely a case of bros helping each other out so Puck’s not really sure where the line is anymore.
Finn thrusts in deeper than before and it makes Puck’s back arch off the bed, head thrown back. He can’t help the groan that slips out of his mouth, but he can help begging for Finn to do that again.
He does it anyway, lifting his hand to Finn’s cheek and cupping it. Finn’s eyes fly open in surprise, and then nods. Puck’s not sure if it’s the request to be fucked harder or Puck touching his face that Finn’s agreeing to, but Puck’s hand slips down before he can think about it, thumb rubbing over Finn’s lips and then slipping inside just as Finn thrusts in harder again.
The change in sensation is startling. There’s a chill in the air on Puck’s skin everywhere except where he’s touching Finn. Where there bodies connect is a comfortable warmth that he wants to crawl closer to, but Finn’s mouth is burning hot. It’s like he’s stuck his thumb into a wet, hot furnace, and when Finn sucks, cheeks hollowing, it feels wonderful and tight and Puck had no idea he could be so focused on something as un-sexy as a thumb being sucked while he’s being fucked in the ass, but it feels good. He likes the idea of him being inside Finn while Finn is inside him, and he can’t hold back any longer.
Puck slides his free hand down and palms his own dick, lying achingly hard against his stomach. There’s still the remains of lube on his fingers from when he’d opened himself up for Finn and it makes his gentle stroking slick and easy.
Finn shifts position then, still deep inside Puck, and the change in angle makes him thump his head back onto the pillows.
“Fuck, Finn,” Puck gasps out, overwhelmed by sensation as Finn picks up the pace. He has one hand on Puck’s shoulder, the other fisting the sheets beneath Puck as he thrusts in harder until it’s almost pounding, and Puck’s never been so thankful for Coach Tanaka’s insistence on endurance training during football practice.
“Puck,” Finn says, voice so low it’s almost a growl. It makes Puck’s dick twitch in his hand and Puck’s so damn close he can almost taste it, sharp and metallic at the back of his tongue, the way he imagines electricity might taste.
“Puck,” Finn says again and Puck opens his eyes and looks at him. His thumb has slipped out of Finn’s open mouth and Puck’s not sure what to do with it. He finds himself sliding it down Finn’s neck, down Finn’s chest to circle one nipple with his spit slicked thumb, and judging by Finn’s moan he likes it.
“I’m gonna-” Finn starts, screwing his face up but Puck shakes his head.
“Wait, wait,” he says, twisting his hips as Finn thrusts. Finn hits the sweet spot, perfectly this time, and it only takes one more thrust before Puck is shuddering as he comes. He lets his head fall back, his hand dropping away from Finn’s chest. He clenches around Finn’s dick and there’s a surprised “Oh!” then Finn’s thrusts turn into erratic stuttering of his hips. There’s a rushing in Puck’s ears and he can’t hear what Finn says as he comes but suddenly there’s a heavy, strangely comforting weight on top of Puck.
It means Puck’s nose is pressed to the crease of Finn’s neck and all he can smell is sweat and come and sex and Finn. And that means Puck’s happy to stay like that for a few minutes.
Puck’s hand is sticky with his own come when he finally presses it against Finn’s chest, trying to shove him up and off. Finn lifts his head, looking sleepy and sheepish and thoroughly fucked.
“Hey,” Finn says, goofy grin firmly in place.
“Hey,” Puck grins back, then shoves at Finn’s shoulder. “Get off.”
“Oh,” Finn sits up suddenly, and his dick slips out of Puck. “Sorry, sorry.”
Puck’s ass feels weirdly empty now, which isn’t a phrase Puck had ever thought he’d be thinking. He’s also thinking that he maybe wants to do this again. With Finn. But there’s no way for him to ask, not now that Finn’s got what he wanted out of this, unless Puck can convince him that you have to have sex five times until you officially lose your virginity.
“What should I, uh...”
Puck pushes himself up on wobbly arms to find Finn holding up the used condom, a grossed out look on his face.
“Here,” he says, rolling his eyes as he takes it from Finn and throws it in the trash. His legs are as wobbly as his arms as he walks back to the bed and it’s not exactly difficult to walk, but he can still feel that Finn’s been there, and there’s still a lot of lube which feels weird. Finn is staring at him thoughtfully as he reaches for his boxers.
“What?”
Finn shakes his head, pulling his own boxers back on. He goes back to staring at Puck until Puck gives him his “I am going to punch you in the neck” look.
“What?” Puck demands again and Finn looks away.
He looks embarrassed as he asks, “What was it like?” He makes a hand gesture, in case Puck can’t figure out that Finn means the fucking that they’ve just been doing.
Puck shrugs. “I dunno. Good. Weird. But good. And when you hit the right spot it was like...nothing I’ve ever felt before.”
“Oh.” Finn licks his lips and looks away again. “D’you think, uh, d’you think I’d like it?”
“Maybe,” Puck says. “Guess you won’t know until you try it.”
“I should try it,” Finn echoes and stares at Puck meaningfully.
Neither of them say anything.
Finn raises an eyebrow. It makes him look kind of deranged but Puck rolls his eyes.
“Are you asking me to fuck you?”
Finn shrugs. And then nods. “If you want I mean. So you can see what it’s like from the other side?”
Puck knows he could say that he’s fucked girls in the ass before, so it can’t be that different, but he figures Finn helped him out and the least he can do is return the favour. And it’s not because he wants to see what it’s like to fuck Finn or anything.
“Sure, I guess,” Puck shrugs.
“I could, uh, do that to you again too, if you like,” Finn continues. “I mean, if you want to see if it gets any different the more times you do it.”
Puck shrugs again, as nonchalant as he can manage. “Yeah, okay,” he says. “Whatever.”
Finn grins at him then, real and bright and crooked and Puck can’t help but grin back. Eventually he ducks his head and looks away.
Finn breaks the silence first. “Should we shower or something? I’m kinda rank.”
“Dude, I already showered today. For you. Remember? I’m not showering again,” Puck says, making a face.
“Oh,” Finn says. “Are you sure? Cos we’re kinda gross.”
Puck lifts his arm and sniffs his armpit, then slides his fingers through the dried come on his stomach. He thinks Finn has a point but he has a strict ‘one day, one shower’ rule.
“We could go down and swim in the pool?” he suggests instead and sure, it’s not like a shower, but at least they’d get clean and he can push Finn’s head under water like he used to when they were kids.
“Okay,” Finn says, jumping up.
“You can spend the night if you want,” Puck says, as they head downstairs. Finn turns back to look at him, and Puck smirks.
“Oh,” Finn says, catching on and returning the smirk. “Okay.”
“Cool,” Puck says and shoves Finn down the last three stairs, then races him to the pool.
Pairing: Puck/Finn
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~6000
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.
Spoilers: Set during the pilot episode.
Summary: In which Puck researches prostates, and learns a thing or two.
A/N: Many thanks to mintyfiend and redandglenda for not only betaing but cheerleading my recent burst of inspiration that made me finish this fic (which has been floundering in my hard drive for a couple of months now!). All remaining mistakes are mine. Concrit is most welcome.
Puck feels really bad for Finn’s mom. Finn’s mom is nice and she works hard and gives Puck cookies whenever he comes over and Finn adores her even though he’d never admit it. And so Puck never hits on her. He’s not totally without morals.
Puck knows she’s been through a lot, raising Finn without a father for, like, forever (at least Puck’s dad is still out there somewhere and as hard as it is for his mom, they both agree they’re better off without him around) so hearing she’s having surgery? That really sucks.
He thinks about going to the grocery store and getting her a card or something, or maybe some chocolates because Finn says she likes those. And then he thinks that maybe people who’re having their prostates removed aren't allowed chocolate, like how he wasn’t allowed to eat before he had his tonsils out and then all he could eat for days was jello. So when he gets home he googles it.
He finds a lot of pages on dudes having prostate surgery, but nothing about women, and for one heart clenching moment Puck thinks that maybe women don’t survive prostate surgery and Finn would be an orphan and he’d cry a lot. And that’d really suck. Although then Finn could come and live with him and they could play video games together a lot more than they do now, and they’d outnumber his sister. Which would be cool.
And then he sees the words Females do not have prostates, and sure, there’s a bunch of stuff about prostate-like glands and some weird words Puck wouldn’t know how to even go about trying to pronounce, but Finn hadn’t said ‘prostate-like’. He’d said prostate. Which meant he was lying.
It makes Puck really mad, because they’re best friends. Best friends don’t lie to each other, don’t keep secrets and it’s obvious Finn is keeping a secret now. Finn’s broken the rules and he’s going to have to pay. Then he thinks about how the football team are going to have to punish Finn for a bit to get even for the lie and it makes him feel better. Revenge always does.
And then something on the screen catches his eye and he scrolls down and sees something called ‘prostate massage’. It sounds gross and Puck likes things that are gross. And yeah, it does turn out to be gross but it’s also kind of interesting. And, huh. He’d never known that about prostates. He’s sure he maybe vaguely heard the word in biology class, but they definitely hadn’t been taught interesting shit like this.
Puck’s never been one to shy away from sexual experimentation (as long as it’s not too gay like making out with a dude on top of the Eiffel Tower surrounded by rose petals or some shit like that) because getting off? Is the best feeling in the world and if there was some way to stay on the brink of orgasm forever, Puck would do it in an instant. Well, he’d bottle it and sell it and live off the proceeds in a mansion made of gold or something. But whatever, he just really likes getting off.
So when he’s lying in bed that night, he finds his thoughts straying back to those web pages. Some of them had been very descriptive and Puck had read them more carefully than he’d read anything in years. It’s probably too weird to attempt though, so he pushes the thoughts away and tries to go to sleep.
An hour later, wide awake and staring at the ceiling, Puck thinks ‘fuck it’ and then lubes up his fingers.
He’s never actually done this before, not to himself. It seems kind of gay and all, but there’d been this one time, when this girl had gone down on him and she’d reached back and pushed a finger into his ass. And after the initial shock of it, and the assurance that it didn’t make him a total homo, it had actually felt kind of okay.
So he slides his hand down, sliding the back of his hand along the length of his dick and then nudging his balls aside and reaching further back. He finds what he’s searching for and sort of pushes with his fingertip. And sure, his brain is arguing with him like a Prince record that’s skipping, telling him he’s trying to go in through the out door.
Puck rarely listens to the rational voice inside him so he’s hardly going to start now. He uses a bit more pressure and the tip of his finger slips inside suddenly enough that it startles him and he almost pulls his hand away in reflex.
He wiggles his finger, trying to get used to the sensation and then figures he’s come this far so might as well continue and works his finger back and forth, opening himself up until he can press a second one in.
Puck stops then, and takes a deep breath because yeah, it feels weird. He wonders if this is kind of like what it feels like for girls when he fingers them, this strange but not unwelcome invasion of something inside them.
After a moment or two, he moves his fingers, exploring, and then gasps as his fingers brush over what he’s been looking for. It feels amazing, so Puck does it again, and again, starting a stuttering rhythm. His touch is gentle; Puck isn’t sure he could handle a firmer pressure there, because it would probably make his body buck and his mind white out at the first touch. Which is something he wouldn’t mind experiencing, but he’s just not sure he can handle doing that to himself. For now, this is amazing, beyond what he’d expected based on what he’d read online. He lies on his back, still working his hand inside him and thinks about how Finn might be a douche for lying to him, but at least it ended up being educational.
When he wraps his hand around his dick, the head is leaking precome more than it’s ever done before and the combined pressure of his fingers stroking himself inside and out is too much to hold back. Puck bites his lip as he comes, harder than he’s ever come before, hard enough that he can’t breathe for a long moment afterwards, can’t move because his limbs feel like jello.
~~~
On Saturday, Puck and the others wait after football practice in case Finn shows up. He looks surprised and then a little scared when he sees the paintball guns they’re using, but it’s not like they aim for his face and Puck only hits him in the groin once, with the last shot.
The rest of the team disband to go and find someone else to torment but Puck looks at Finn who’s looking at his ruined shirt and jacket in dismay, and decides to pass. This time.
“Come on,” Puck says and drives them both back to his place. They put Finn’s shirt and jacket in the washing machine and Puck starts it running because it’s something he does a lot, what with a younger sister and a working mom. His sheets, worse for wear after three days of his...experimentations, that he’d had to shove in to wash early that morning before his mom had woken up, have been hung out to dry and there are crisp new ones on his bed when they go up to Puck’s room.
Puck stares at Finn’s bare chest and wonders if he should feel bad for the red marks that pepper Finn’s torso. He decides that Finn deserves them, for the lies, and chucks him a shirt to wear, which is too tight around his shoulders and short enough on him that Puck can see the trail of hair leading down from Finn’s bellybutton when Finn stretches to take the Xbox controller.
They play for awhile, then Finn turns to Puck and says, “I can’t believe you researched prostates, dude.”
Puck shrugs. “I was worried about your mom,” he says defensively, which is something he’d only admit to Finn, because Finn knows that sometimes Puck acts like he’s a girl, but Finn never calls him on it.
Finn nudges Puck with his shoulder, and it seems like he might say something that’ll make them both sound like girls, so Puck smirks and says, “besides, I learned a lot.”
“Oh yeah?” Finn seems uninterested, eyes on the screen.
Puck nods. “Yeah,” he says with a smirk, and tells Finn everything he’d read.
The controller in Finn’s hands falls into his lap as he drops his hands, and gives Puck a grossed out look. “People do that? That’s so wrong, man!”
Puck shrugs. “Yeah, but if it feels good...”
Finn doesn’t look convinced and Puck rolls his eyes.
“You’re such a pussy,” he says and smirks when Finn’s eyes narrow a little.
“Because I don’t want to stick my fingers up my ass?” Finn makes a face, nose wrinkling. “That’s gross.”
“That’s what you said about jerking off,” Puck reminds him and watches as Finn flushes, cheeks and ears turning a blotchy shade of dark pink.
They’d made a pact never to mention that week two summers ago when they’d discovered that jerking each other off was better than jerking themselves off. It was something to do with the sensation of having someone else’s hand on your dick, with every movement unexpected, Puck thought, and it wasn’t like Puck had enjoyed the fact that it was Finn whose hand was wrapped around him or anything.
“You’ve tried it,” Finn says, face twisting as if he’s unsure whether to look disgusted or impressed. He picks up the Xbox controller from his lap and Puck can’t help but notice how long and broad Finn’s fingers are. And then he finds himself thinking about Finn’s dick.
Puck doesn’t spend a lot of time thinking about Finn’s dick. Hardly any, in fact, and if his mind does stray that way occasionally it’s the normal, healthy comparison guys make between each other. But he knows from firsthand experience (literally) that Finn’s dick is pretty thick. More than Puck’s, for certain, although Puck is a firm believer that length is more important than breadth. But for the purposes Puck has in mind- hadn’t expected to have in mind, he feels he needs to remind himself, but the ideas are just suddenly there and they’re potentially good ones so he’s not just going to dismiss them- what Finn has is ideal.
“So what if I have?” Puck challenges, and Finn shrugs.
“Nothing, I guess. I just...” he makes a face. “They say it’s good to do a girl in the ass though. Like, it’s real tight or something.”
Puck doesn’t even bother with a full shrug as he says, “Yeah, it’s okay.”
Finn gets that weird look on his face, the one he always gets when he’s thinking of sex. Like he’s turned on and confused at the same time. It’s goofy and Puck mocks it sometimes. But right now, it could work in his favour.
“You should try it sometime,” Puck says and Finn gives him a sheepish look because he’s dating the queen of the celibacy club which means he won’t be getting any this side of matrimony and probably not up the ass, even then.
“Yeah,” Finn says, a little wistfully.
“You should try it now,” Puck says quickly before he can lose the nerve.
Finn frowns and stares around the room. “Uh, now? But there’s no one here but...”
Puck nods.
Finn stares.
Neither of them say anything but Puck keeps his gaze even, his jaw set, and his hands loose in case he needs to form a fist and punch Finn in the face when he laughs in Puck’s face.
“Um,” Finn says, and then clears his throat. “Are you serious?”
“Depends on your answer.”
Finn looks wary, like the football team is about to jump out of Puck’s closet and pepper him with paintballs again, but after a moment he swallows hard and says, “Okay.”
“Okay,” Puck echoes and Finn fidgets, playing with the hem of the shirt Puck gave him to wear.
“Is this weird?” Finn asks. “Like, is this gay?”
Puck shrugs then shakes his head even though, yeah, it’s probably the gayest thing anyone can do but at this point his curiosity and need to get off is trumping everything else.
“It’s getting what we want, right? You get to stop being a virgin, and I-“
“Want me to fuck you in the ass?” Finn asks bluntly and Puck frowns. It doesn’t sound right when Finn says it.
“No. Yes. I mean, not you but I want to try it. Seriously dude, when I used my fingers, it was amazing. And this website I saw said that it was even better if someone else was doing it to you. And I figure there must be something about getting fucked in the ass or else gay dudes wouldn’t do it so much, right?”
Finn nods like that makes a lot of sense. “Why else would they do it?” he agrees and Puck smiles.
“Exactly.”
Neither of them moves.
“So, uh, how do we do this?” Finn asks, looking at Puck like he has all the answers.
“I dunno,” Puck replies a little defensively because the way Finn says it makes it sound like Puck has been planning this for months or something. Which isn’t the case at all. “I mean, that website I saw...it said the best position was me on my back and you, you know.” He makes a rude hand gesture and Finn pulls a face.
“I...I don’t know about this, man,” Finn stutters, looking hesitant. “I mean...it’s kinda...” he wrinkles his nose and then says, “that’s where poop comes from.”
Puck stares at him and waits.
“And I’m not sure I want poop on my dick,” Finn explains, looking uncomfortable.
Puck rolls his eyes. “That’s what’s stopping you? Fuck, I’ll go and take a dump, okay?”
He goes into the bathroom before Finn can protest. When he comes out he’s only wearing his boxers and towelling water from his Mohawk.
“Didn’t want you bitching that I wasn’t clean enough,” Puck tells Finn when he sees the curious look. “So I showered. I don’t think I’ve ever cleaned my ass that thoroughly before in my life.”
“Gross,” Finn says, but he doesn’t look like he’s going to run out of the room anymore.
Puck pulls lube and a condom from his drawer and tosses the latter at Finn.
“Suit up,” he says, and shucks his boxers before Finn can pussy out. He climbs onto the bed and watches as Finn slowly undresses, like an awkward, cheap strip show, staring at the condom in his hand like he’s never seen it before.
“You know what to do with that, right?” Puck asks and Finn scowls at him, naked and gangly and self-conscious beside the bed.
“Yes,” Finn says too quickly, which lets Puck know that in Finn’s eyes, that time they had to roll one onto a condom in health class totally counts.
Puck sits up from the relaxed position he’d spent a few moments getting perfect and snatches the condom out of Finn’s hand. “God, I’ll do it. Sit down.”
Finn sits on the edge of the bed, hands resting on his bare knees and a nervous smile on his face as he watches Puck tear the wrapper open.
“Sit on the fucking bed,” Puck orders him and Finn climbs onto the bed, kneeling in front of Puck. His dick is already half hard, which is a good sign. Sometimes Puck can’t help but think he steam rolls Finn into doing things, tagging along, making some dubious decisions. Normally he doesn’t care- if Finn didn’t want to throw slushies and pee balloons at people, he could stop any time. This, though, is different and probably creepy for any sort of peer pressure to be involved so it’s good to see that the idea of fucking him gets Finn excited.
Not that it’s Puck particularly that Finn’s excited about fucking, Puck’s sure. Finally getting laid is a big deal, no matter who it’s with. Puck hardly remembers any of his conquests. Pretty much none, in fact, other than his first time, age fourteen, with an older girl called Alicia in her pool house. First time’s are definitely big moments, so it’s no wonder Finn’s dick is perking up with interest.
Puck reaches out and brushes the tips of his fingers against Finn’s dick. He looks up at the sound of a sharp intake of breath. Finn’s eyes are closed, and Puck guesses he’s pretending it’s Quinn who’s touching him, which is fine with Puck. Hell, sometimes when he fucks a random girl he’s pretending she’s someone else.
When he looks back down, Finn’s dick is hard and Puck easily rolls the condom on, circling Finn’s dick with his forefinger and thumb to roll it all the way down to the base. He squeezes, biting his bottom lip when the answering gasp from Finn makes his own dick harden in response.
Puck sits back, not meeting Finn’s eyes and gets himself comfortable again. He pours some lube on his fingers, then throws the bottle at Finn.
“Slick it up,” Puck tells him and reaches down to get himself ready. It’s a little easier than the first time he’d tried this. He knows how much lube he needs to work three fingers in, stretching himself open as he does. He knows to try and relax. And he knows that lazily jerking off as he does helps things along.
He looks up to find Finn watching him.
“You, uh, you really tried it then,” Finn sounds surprised. “I thought maybe you were bullshitting.”
“Nope,” Puck says. When Finn doesn’t respond Puck can’t help the impatient noise that slips from his lips. “Look, are you gonna fuck me or what?”
“Are you sure you’re ready?” Finn asks. He’s sitting about as far away as he can be and still be on the bed, and his eyes are watching the steady rhythm of Puck’s fingers, still working inside him, in and out, in and out. “It doesn’t look big enough.”
“It’s big enough,” Puck assures him, hoping he sounds more confident than he feels. “People stick, like, potatoes and twelve inch dildos up there. Your dick’s not that impressive.”
Finn still looks sceptical but he scoots closer. “So you want me, uh...on top?”
Puck nods. “This website said it was the best way to do it. Face to face. Because of the...” he trails off, but Finn looks curious. “The way your dick bends,” Puck finishes quickly, realising that sounds like Puck’s been thinking about this for awhile. But Finn doesn’t seem to notice; instead he nods like it makes a lot of sense.
“Okay,” he says and there are a few awkward moments as they try and get into a position that’s comfortable without elbowing each other in painful places.
“What do I do?” Finn asks when they finally get settled. It’s kind of strange, having Finn’s naked legs touching Puck’s naked legs, so Puck isn’t surprised when Finn’s voice comes out kind of panicked. Puck half expects Finn to freak out entirely and run away but he doesn’t. Instead he stares at Puck’s hand where it rests on his arm.
“You just need to line it up. And then...push it in slowly. Like...like you’re fucking your fist,” Puck explains.
Finn makes his concentrating face, the one he uses in Math and Spanish tests and when he’s trying to understand if someone is making fun of him. His brow is furrowed and his mouth is pursed and Puck’s about to tell him how stupid he looks, when he feels something blunt and big press against him that makes him shut his mouth to hide his involuntary gasp.
“There?” Finn asks, and Puck swallows hard before replying.
“Yeah,” he manages to get out as he feels a lot of pressure, pressure he didn’t really expect even with all his own exploration over the past few days. And then Finn makes a low grunting noise and there’s something inside Puck. It’s not massively big, so he guesses it’s just the tip, but it’s in there and it’s nothing like his fingers. It feels weird, but not bad.
“More,” Puck says, and Finn’s arms shake on either side of Puck as he holds himself up and pushes slowly inside.
It hurts then, a sharp, sudden pain that makes Puck wince and turn his head away.
“Shit!” Finn exclaims. “What did I do? Are you okay?”
Puck inhales a shaky breath and licks his bottom lip. He looks up at Finn’s concerned face and thinks it’s probably strange to be reminded that it’s the same look Finn had given him when they were six years old, in the playground at school. Puck had fallen and scraped his knee and he’d almost cried, even though he knew big boys didn’t cry. But then this kid with messy hair and freckles on his nose had stood over him and peered down and asked him if he was okay. It’s the first time Puck remembers someone other than his mom caring about him like that, and they’ve been friends every since.
“I’m okay,” Puck tells Finn, giving him a shaky smile. He tries to relax, to stop himself from bracing against the pain when Finn moves again, but it’s not as bad anymore. It’s still there, on the edge of his senses, but Puck can take it. He’s taken hits on the football field more painful than this. And at least Puck knows that this is one game he’s actually going to win.
“Fuck,” Finn breathes, the word catching in his throat. He’s moved one of his hands down to grab Puck’s hip, steadying himself as he slides in. It’s slow and Puck’s about to complain when he feels the new but familiar flutter of pure awesome as Finn’s dick brushes over just the right place.
Puck moans and Finn’s hips snap forward, pushing himself in the remaining inches. When Puck opens his eyes, feeling a little bit hazy, Finn has frozen.
“Oh-oh holy fucking- mailman!” Finn mutters. His eyes are scrunched closed and Puck has no idea what a holy fucking mailman has to do with anything but Finn’s dick is in his ass and it feels weird again and there’s that edge of pain too and he’s really hoping the pleasure starts back up sooner rather than later.
“I don’t think I’ll last long,” Finn says in a strangled voice.
“Are you kidding me?” Puck demands. “That fucking hurt! You can’t pussy out now.”
“It’s too tight,” Finn complains. “It feels...it’s... I think I’m gonna-“
“Don’t you fucking dare,” Puck growls. “I need you to move.”
“Puck, I can’t, this is...”
“Finn,” Puck’s voice is low and commanding and Puck thinks he should remember that trick later because he sounds damn sexy and it’s a useful skill to keep up his sleeve for future sexy times. With girls, obviously. Not with Finn or anything.
It takes Finn a moment to open his eyes and look at Puck.
“You can’t come yet,” Puck tells him. “You can’t. You just need to move a bit. I need you to do this. I need you-”
He stops being able to speak when Finn starts to pull out. It feels good and Puck makes an embarrassing mewling noise that turns into one of protest when Finn stops halfway in and halfway out, and shakes his head.
“Puck,” Finn says, and it almost sounds like he’s begging. “I can’t last.”
“You can,” Puck says firmly, and Finn looks suddenly miserable, which is a first for Puck.
Some of the girls he fucked in the past weren’t always happy with him afterwards, mainly when he made an excuse to leave, or got caught with one of their friends an hour or so later, but they’d enjoyed themselves during the fucking.
“Okay,” Puck says, hoping the disappointment doesn’t show on his face. He doesn’t want to stop- he’s not convinced that getting fucked is better than fingered yet- but he doesn’t want Finn to be fucking depressed about it or anything. “It’s okay dude, do what you gotta do.”
“I’m sorry,” Finn starts to babble. “It’s just this thing and I can’t help it and it’s embarrassing and I didn’t want anyone to know and Quinn got really mad the few times it happened with her and I-”
Puck hates it when people babble so he does the only logical thing and pulls Finn’s still moving mouth down to his and kisses him.
It shuts Finn up. It shuts him up good.
Finn kisses back. It’s a weird kiss, but it’s not bad and something about it seems to spur Finn on because his hips are moving suddenly. It’s not fast, but Puck’s grateful for that because the slow in and out rhythm combined with the angle they’ve got going on is perfect. There are bursts of light behind Puck’s eyes with each thrust and the movement drags gasps out of his throat and into Finn’s mouth.
Puck focuses on the sensation, how he knows he must be so tight around Finn’s dick, how the friction of Finn’s hip thrusts and Puck raising his own hips to meet Finn again and again are pushing him closer and closer to what he’s sure is going to be the most intense orgasm of his life. And he’s had a lot. He thinks about how it feels for Finn, wrapped completely in tight heat and he slides his tongue into Finn’s mouth, mimicking the movements of Finn’s dick inside him. He licks his tongue against Finn’s, traces the hard line of top teeth and then pulls back, letting his tongue slip over Finn’s bottom lip.
It’s the first time they’ve kissed and it’s sweeter than it probably should be. It’s not a frantic, teeth smashing, lip splitting extension of frenzied need as they fuck hard and fast. Puck’s done that a lot, fucking quickly so he can get off and get out of there. This isn’t the same thing. Finn’s movements are still slow and steady, and he’s making little “ah” noises in the back of his throat with each thrust, eyes scrunched up like he’s concentrating hard. It makes Puck want to run his thumb over the creases in Finn’s forehead to smooth them out.
He doesn’t do that though. There’s a reason they’ve never kissed before, despite the mutual handjobs that have been going on for years. There’s a line, Puck knows, where it goes from helping a bro out to being completely gay for your bro. Kissing and gentle caresses definitely cross that line. Except that they’ve kissed now, and this is definitely a case of bros helping each other out so Puck’s not really sure where the line is anymore.
Finn thrusts in deeper than before and it makes Puck’s back arch off the bed, head thrown back. He can’t help the groan that slips out of his mouth, but he can help begging for Finn to do that again.
He does it anyway, lifting his hand to Finn’s cheek and cupping it. Finn’s eyes fly open in surprise, and then nods. Puck’s not sure if it’s the request to be fucked harder or Puck touching his face that Finn’s agreeing to, but Puck’s hand slips down before he can think about it, thumb rubbing over Finn’s lips and then slipping inside just as Finn thrusts in harder again.
The change in sensation is startling. There’s a chill in the air on Puck’s skin everywhere except where he’s touching Finn. Where there bodies connect is a comfortable warmth that he wants to crawl closer to, but Finn’s mouth is burning hot. It’s like he’s stuck his thumb into a wet, hot furnace, and when Finn sucks, cheeks hollowing, it feels wonderful and tight and Puck had no idea he could be so focused on something as un-sexy as a thumb being sucked while he’s being fucked in the ass, but it feels good. He likes the idea of him being inside Finn while Finn is inside him, and he can’t hold back any longer.
Puck slides his free hand down and palms his own dick, lying achingly hard against his stomach. There’s still the remains of lube on his fingers from when he’d opened himself up for Finn and it makes his gentle stroking slick and easy.
Finn shifts position then, still deep inside Puck, and the change in angle makes him thump his head back onto the pillows.
“Fuck, Finn,” Puck gasps out, overwhelmed by sensation as Finn picks up the pace. He has one hand on Puck’s shoulder, the other fisting the sheets beneath Puck as he thrusts in harder until it’s almost pounding, and Puck’s never been so thankful for Coach Tanaka’s insistence on endurance training during football practice.
“Puck,” Finn says, voice so low it’s almost a growl. It makes Puck’s dick twitch in his hand and Puck’s so damn close he can almost taste it, sharp and metallic at the back of his tongue, the way he imagines electricity might taste.
“Puck,” Finn says again and Puck opens his eyes and looks at him. His thumb has slipped out of Finn’s open mouth and Puck’s not sure what to do with it. He finds himself sliding it down Finn’s neck, down Finn’s chest to circle one nipple with his spit slicked thumb, and judging by Finn’s moan he likes it.
“I’m gonna-” Finn starts, screwing his face up but Puck shakes his head.
“Wait, wait,” he says, twisting his hips as Finn thrusts. Finn hits the sweet spot, perfectly this time, and it only takes one more thrust before Puck is shuddering as he comes. He lets his head fall back, his hand dropping away from Finn’s chest. He clenches around Finn’s dick and there’s a surprised “Oh!” then Finn’s thrusts turn into erratic stuttering of his hips. There’s a rushing in Puck’s ears and he can’t hear what Finn says as he comes but suddenly there’s a heavy, strangely comforting weight on top of Puck.
It means Puck’s nose is pressed to the crease of Finn’s neck and all he can smell is sweat and come and sex and Finn. And that means Puck’s happy to stay like that for a few minutes.
Puck’s hand is sticky with his own come when he finally presses it against Finn’s chest, trying to shove him up and off. Finn lifts his head, looking sleepy and sheepish and thoroughly fucked.
“Hey,” Finn says, goofy grin firmly in place.
“Hey,” Puck grins back, then shoves at Finn’s shoulder. “Get off.”
“Oh,” Finn sits up suddenly, and his dick slips out of Puck. “Sorry, sorry.”
Puck’s ass feels weirdly empty now, which isn’t a phrase Puck had ever thought he’d be thinking. He’s also thinking that he maybe wants to do this again. With Finn. But there’s no way for him to ask, not now that Finn’s got what he wanted out of this, unless Puck can convince him that you have to have sex five times until you officially lose your virginity.
“What should I, uh...”
Puck pushes himself up on wobbly arms to find Finn holding up the used condom, a grossed out look on his face.
“Here,” he says, rolling his eyes as he takes it from Finn and throws it in the trash. His legs are as wobbly as his arms as he walks back to the bed and it’s not exactly difficult to walk, but he can still feel that Finn’s been there, and there’s still a lot of lube which feels weird. Finn is staring at him thoughtfully as he reaches for his boxers.
“What?”
Finn shakes his head, pulling his own boxers back on. He goes back to staring at Puck until Puck gives him his “I am going to punch you in the neck” look.
“What?” Puck demands again and Finn looks away.
He looks embarrassed as he asks, “What was it like?” He makes a hand gesture, in case Puck can’t figure out that Finn means the fucking that they’ve just been doing.
Puck shrugs. “I dunno. Good. Weird. But good. And when you hit the right spot it was like...nothing I’ve ever felt before.”
“Oh.” Finn licks his lips and looks away again. “D’you think, uh, d’you think I’d like it?”
“Maybe,” Puck says. “Guess you won’t know until you try it.”
“I should try it,” Finn echoes and stares at Puck meaningfully.
Neither of them say anything.
Finn raises an eyebrow. It makes him look kind of deranged but Puck rolls his eyes.
“Are you asking me to fuck you?”
Finn shrugs. And then nods. “If you want I mean. So you can see what it’s like from the other side?”
Puck knows he could say that he’s fucked girls in the ass before, so it can’t be that different, but he figures Finn helped him out and the least he can do is return the favour. And it’s not because he wants to see what it’s like to fuck Finn or anything.
“Sure, I guess,” Puck shrugs.
“I could, uh, do that to you again too, if you like,” Finn continues. “I mean, if you want to see if it gets any different the more times you do it.”
Puck shrugs again, as nonchalant as he can manage. “Yeah, okay,” he says. “Whatever.”
Finn grins at him then, real and bright and crooked and Puck can’t help but grin back. Eventually he ducks his head and looks away.
Finn breaks the silence first. “Should we shower or something? I’m kinda rank.”
“Dude, I already showered today. For you. Remember? I’m not showering again,” Puck says, making a face.
“Oh,” Finn says. “Are you sure? Cos we’re kinda gross.”
Puck lifts his arm and sniffs his armpit, then slides his fingers through the dried come on his stomach. He thinks Finn has a point but he has a strict ‘one day, one shower’ rule.
“We could go down and swim in the pool?” he suggests instead and sure, it’s not like a shower, but at least they’d get clean and he can push Finn’s head under water like he used to when they were kids.
“Okay,” Finn says, jumping up.
“You can spend the night if you want,” Puck says, as they head downstairs. Finn turns back to look at him, and Puck smirks.
“Oh,” Finn says, catching on and returning the smirk. “Okay.”
“Cool,” Puck says and shoves Finn down the last three stairs, then races him to the pool.