GLEE: The Grass is Always Greener
Title: The Grass is Always Greener
Chapter: 6/?
Rating: overall NC-17, this chapter NC-17
Characters: Noah 'Puck' Puckerman, Quinn Fabray, ensemble
Pairing: Quinn/Puck
Warnings: Body swap, teen pregnancy, smut
Spoilers: Blanket Season 2
Disclaimer: Not mine. No money. No affiliation.
A/N: from the glee_angst_meme, prompt here
Summary: Somehow, Quinn and Puck somehow end up in each others bodies. It's not as fun as it sounds either. The really horrifying thing? Puck ends up pregnant and seeing how the other half lives. This is not how he wanted to spend his senior year.
Secondary Note: Really, really, really confusing pronouns ahead and body swap sex.
With Ms Fabray away, Puck discovers that Quinn doesn't know how to cook. Ms Fabray has left the fridge stocked up with meals that just need heating up, all of them Quinn sized portions -and Puck still hates that he's eating at least half, if not less than that, than what he usually ate. He can't eat a whole pizza by himself now, he probably only makes about three slices before he's fully, while Quinn can use his body and eat the whole thing. It's totally not fair. Puck just totally needs to eat little and often. It works, sort of.
So Quinn has dinner with Puck's Ma and sister, and he's really starting to miss them now that they're almost a month into this. It's not that Ms Fabray isn't a great mom, but she's a great mom for Quinn. Really, Puck misses his Ma bitching about her work and telling Sarah to 'please stop using felt tips as eyeliner' and complaining about Puck's messy room and having take away meals and just the family dysfunction that is his family. Ms Fabray bemoans Quinn's short hair but always compliments her prettiness and talks about all these society people and fashion and gossips about people Puck doesn't know and sure, it probably works for Quinn, but Puck isn't at all interested in it. Plus, without Sarah annoying him every twenty minutes he does get horribly bored in Quinn's room. He's taken to watching all of her ridiculous television shows, developing a terrible addiction to Gossip Girl and although he absolutely hates everyone on Project Runway, he can't miss an episode.
He is legit turning into a girl.
When Quinn does show up, Puck totally uses it as the excuse to watch the episode of One Tree Hill that she's got recorded and that is what he's sticking to -she totally knows he's watching her shows because they all display the last time they were played and frankly, he doesn't care anymore. She's getting the better end of this deal in his opinion and they've already done that argument (she totally thought that inappropriate erections, fart jokes and peeing standing up was worse that cramp, menstrual cycles, mood swings, boy drama, waxing, weight expectations, hormones and girl fights -which are nothing like on the television) so she just ignores it as she well should. He gets a little lost mid-way through, because he's not sure on all of the characters and it's the sixth season, which is stupid. Quinn shows him where her DVDs are and they break out the first season.
"Okay, why is she with that douche when he's supposed to be with Hayley getting all good boy and Peyton's supposed to be with Lucas? Really, this is stupid, anyone can figure this shit out." Frankly, Puck's of the opinion that Luke is a dork and should've stuck with Brooke, cause the girl is fine and such a firecracker. But after listening to Quinn's argument about the creative pull and the artistic integrity of the Leyton pairing, well he stopped pushing for Brookus.
"Because, Peyton needs to realise that popularity isn't everything and she wants to be with Luke."
"Am I seriously going to need to put up with six seasons of them being stupid and not hooking up?" He gets pissed off with them four episodes in and Quinn gives in when he begs for a football game to watch -at least so he can pretend he's still a dude. They talk about practice, how she's getting on with the football team -she finally got over the whole 'naked guys' thing when Puck explained that no one actually looked below the waistline because it was just a little bit pervy, and Quinn asks about Cheerio practice.
"It's good, it's fine. Coach S doesn't seem to like when I call her on her comebacks, so I should probably stop doing that."
"What?"
"Well, Britt almost got dropped yesterday, and she asked us if we thought this was hard we should try infiltrating a small country. I asked if she'd ever pushed a baby out from between her legs, told her that was hard. I mean, it looked pretty fucking hard core, not that I would know." See, he doesn't really like Sylvester -he respects the shit out of her, but she's always just been this stuck up, get my own way and screw everyone else kind of woman that fleetingly shows signs of being human. Having to deal with her every day when he's used to Beiste -and Coach Beiste is a woman that you respect but sort of like at the same time- so Sylvester isn't really that intimidating to him.
"What did she say?" Apparently Quinn shares the same shock that the rest of the Cheerio's felt.
"Nothing, she sort of turned purple and left. I mean, it's not the first time I've said anything, I think it's just the first time she's heard it." Santana had asked if there was something wrong the first time he'd muttered something in response to her, but Puck had just played it off as being tired. But then, as if San sort of knew Sylvester wasn't listening that closely, she started to laugh at what Puck said -Puck and Santana had always had a pretty similar sense of humour, it totally worked for them. "I think Becky was the only one unimpressed and that's because Becky is a mini-Sue in training. I swear, if it wasn't for Becky I would think that Sue was really the Devil."
"Oh my God. No one has ever stood up to her before." Puck totally figured that one out on his own, thanks very much. It was unnerving, the way the Cheerio's seemed to like, worship him or something -he knew it was Quinn, she still had pull from before she dropped the baby and then quit, they all saw her as like, this Goddess, and fair enough. But with him getting tired of just taking Sylvester's comments she was like, their Queen or something. Santana was actually cool about it, surprisingly. She just wanted kick back privileges.
With the football game over, Puck lets Quinn pick a movie while he makes some popcorn, considering how they were just yesterday Puck's pretty glad that they aren't having their all-out war any more -sometimes their arguments could last several days if not into multiple weeks. Sometimes he even forgot what the initial argument was about, and she did too, he knew it, she just never admitted it. But, beyond the Sam and Mercedes thing, they were totally cool. It was surprising.
He walked back into the main room to find her with Chocolat on and he should've known she'd pick something like this. He's not sure he gets very much of it, although he's totally proud that he understands the French in it and that is pretty impressive for him. So he ends up sort of leaning into Quinn, except he's totally leaning into himself and he gets why chicks dig that whole 'snuggling' thing because it kind of rocks, no lie. Quinn just snorts at him when he tells her as much, but she puts her arm around his shoulders and he totally cuddles further into her side. It only gets mildly uncomfortable once. When Vianne and Roux start getting steamy on the little boat and Quinn shifts a little. Seeing a blush on his own cheeks is totally weird. "I um, that part always sort of, you know, gets to me. It's just-" Puck just nods, because, yeah.
"It's pretty fuckin' hot." She just snorts at him, but doesn't argue and they settle, if a little awkwardly to watch the rest of the movie and he'll admit, he doesn't hate it. So, he sort of likes her stupid teenage drama television shows, and he's not completely repulsed by her chick-band music, her mom isn't the worst thing in the world, her friends are pretty cool and he's coping with her classes. All this is one thing. But he's totally just gotten turned on in her body and that shit has never happened before. Which is what starts the conversation.
"So, I had a weird talk with Aretha and Hummel today." He's mostly started using everyone's names, at school at least, because Quinn is all about identity being the gate to whatever and he just flows with that shit now. "They totally expect me to stage an intervention on your flirting. I mean, I'm all for it, at least Sam won't think I'm macking on his girl, and my rep isn't taking any hits, but I'm just wondering why they'd come to you about me." Yes, he and Quinn had a baby together a year ago, but they never really dated -not exactly. If anything, Lauren would be the go-to point on him and his relationships, maybe Santana if Lauren was low on sugar and thus in one of her more 'break the first thing that looks at me' moods. But Quinn? Not so much.
"Really? What were they saying?" So he fills Quinn in on the whole conversation, adlibbing the bits that he forgot but pretty much getting the general point across. He doesn't mention the English test though, because then they'll get off point. "They are never happy. During the summer they were totally commenting about you and Lauren and losing your mojo. But really, I can tell you, it's not lost." He raises an eyebrow in question and she shrugs, "Do you always get offers from girls to go to the nearest janitor’s closet during the middle of the day?"
"Only the really slutty ones." Hey, it happened. It was the price he paid for being such a stud. "You are turning them down, right?"
"Yes, yeah. Of course." She answers far too fast.
"Quinn. You had better not be-"
"Seriously, I am. I say no every time, but God," she's totally frustrated, like, sexually, he can see it. "Is it like this all the time? I mean, I totally got aroused in English this week. I mean, granted Miss Holiday is subbing our class so it might be a little of that, but really, just constantly. I'm still totally turned on from watching one scene in a movie I probably know off by heart." Puck understood that, really, he did. It was one thing to get yourself off, but sometimes that wasn't enough and you needed more and really, he totally understood. And it was probably different for Quinn now, because for all that Puck got turned on in his body, he'd only just really felt it in hers. He wasn't sure if it was because he was still totally freaked out about the fact that he was a girl or if it was really just a case of girls not getting boners at the drop of a hat, or skirt. You know, figuratively speaking.
He's not really sure why he does it, not really, but Puck's not know to think things all the way through. The bowl that held the popcorn is placed on the floor and Puck moved until he was straddling Quinn's lap. It was weird, really, really weird, because he was staring at himself and yeah, he was getting used to the whole not having his body or whatever, but this was just a little bit further than that. "Maybe, you just need to deal with it." He totally loved the sultry tone he could put into Quinn's voice, and if she used that voice then hell, she could get anything she wanted. He brought his hands up to rest on Quinn's shoulders and Quinn, absently he figured, ended up with her hands running along the outsides of his thighs, he totally had her thinking about this. "There is a reason why I pretty much need sex sometimes."
Okay, so now he's thinking it through, and it's not such a bad idea. He really doesn't think they should have sex with people while in each other’s bodies, but it's totally different if they have sex with each other, isn't it? That way, they get the pay off, but no one outside of them really knows what's going on. It's practically genius -except for the whole swapped bodies’ thing- and solves two problems. Because girl arousal is pretty fucking weird, hot, but weird. He just has to shift himself a little closer in Quinn's lap and, yep, there it is. He doesn't even mind, pressing his hips forward and against the length of arousal that Quinn is totally trying to hide. "What do you think you're doing?" She's not sold on the idea then, but Puck's pretty good at reasoning things out.
"This doesn't go away, it's just sexual tension, rubbing one out isn't gonna help. And I know you're all about commitment before sex and all that, but seriously, Q, I'm dying here." He leans in to nibble at the lobe of his own ear, because it's the one thing that pretty much shuts him the hell up if he's even trying to say no to sex (he did it once because he felt like shit and Santana totally pulled that out of nowhere) and he really wants to know if it affects her too. The way she grips his waist and pushes her hips up into him, yeah, it totally works. She twists her head and they kiss. At first he tries to get control from her, before he remembers that he's the girl in this or whatever and gives it up. Quinn really seems to dig that. It's not too different, and just kissing, pressing towards Quinn and feeling that hardness against him through their clothes; it is totally turning him on. It's totally doing the same to Quinn.
It's a surprise when Quinn slips a hand under the back of his shirt, skimming a hand over his back and sending this jolt of something down his spine. He just moans into his own mouth as Quinn gives a huff of a laugh. "Are we doing this?" Quinn sounds out of breath, a little turned on -okay, a lot turned on, and just a little unsure. Puck just nods, because seriously, weirdness aside, he really wants to do it. "Upstairs?" Puck is lightning fast in getting the television off and locking the front door, flicking off the lights and pulling Quinn upstairs with him. It's definitely not how he expected to spend the night when he'd mentioned to Quinn to come over, he'd seriously just wanted the company without having to remember how to act. But Quinn pushes him into her own bedroom, hands on his hips and directing him back until he's pressed against the wall and she dips down just slightly to kiss him again. It's definitely different on this end of things, but when his hands wrap around Quinn's shoulders and he leans up against her, it hardly matters what he's used to because the lust and desire spikes in his gut and throbs between his legs in the most delicious way possible, and girls totally don't suck.
What surprises him is the thrill when Quinn's hands brush over his breasts (her breasts, his breasts, he's totally claiming ownership while he's wearing the bras) because he never felt that when he touched them -and yeah, he totally had a feel of them, because he remembers being briefly acquainted with them and frankly, he was disappointed that he didn't really feel all that great when he touched them. But other people touching, apparently, is amazing. Quinn's mouth trails to his throat and her hand slips under his top and she's fondling over the plain bra Puck's got on and frankly, Puck thinks it's the best he's felt for three weeks. He totally wants more. His tops off in a matter of seconds, and he's currently wondering why he didn't think to do this earlier, while pulling Quinn's shirt off so that they're a little more even. He's trying to get them to the bed, because horizontal would totally work better for them right now, when Quinn gets the bra off as well and then closes her mouth over one nipple while her hand sort of massages the other and fuck he didn't expect it to feel that good.
See, he's totally got this from the other side, but feeling all this shit, what it does, just why girls are so into some of this stuff, shit that's totally new and pretty damn awesome at the same time. Quinn slips an arm around his waist and they're hips press together while she pulls them away from the wall and Puck totally gets back in the game to urge her over to the bed, pushing her down and straddling her again. She's pushing his jeans down even as he's pressing their mouths together again and really, just the feel of skin to skin is making his skin tingle. Quinn flips them, pushing Puck down into the mattress and rolling her hips to spark this friction between them and Puck knows exactly what she's feeling, this anxious need for more, for something better, something hotter. They really aren't coordinated enough to get each other out of their pants and underwear, so Puck bats her hands away and takes care of his own while she strips from hers. And really, that's when he realises that this is a little messed up; he's in her body, she's in his, they are totally naked with each other and this is really taking self-gratification to a whole new level (Puck makes a promise with himself right there and then that he's hanging out with Berry and her vocabulary way less, because this shit is totally not cool).
He's not sure if Quinn is hesitating on the same thing, or if she's actually come to her senses completely and realised that Puck must've been smoking something, but he stops thinking about that when Quinn presses a soft kiss to his jaw before slipping her hand between his legs and holy shit that feels good. He's spreading his legs for her before he even realises it, opening himself up and pressing his hips up for more. Quinn sort of presses her body to his side (and it's his body pressing in against him, his hard on bumping against his hip, it should be weird, right?) and keeps pressing kisses up Puck's jaw while her fingers move, "So tight and hot, God." Puck just mewls, he remembers that mewl, he totally got it out of her the last time, he'd totally heard it a dozen times he was sure. "Is it good? Am I doing it right?" Puck can't really believe that he's expected to form coherent sentences right then.
"So good, just, fuck, it's so good." His hips are rocking upwards, half fucking himself on her fingers and Christ he's practically desperate for it, but it's been so fucking long and it's so fucking new that it's like the first time all over again (in a way, it totally is). His hand grips to her wrist, not stopping or pulling away, just holding on for something to hold to.
"You did this, remember?" And he does, he totally does, "I tried to do it myself after, it really didn't work. But, you did this thing with your fingers." God, he absolutely did not expect the talking from Quinn. But if that's what his voice sounds like when he's doing this, it's no wonder he gets so much action, really. But Quinn gives him a demonstration on just what it is he does with his fingers -curling two upwards and stroking with just the right pressure, and fuck, Puck's practically shaking. "Yeah, that was what I thought too." His back arches, heels digging into the bed as he still tries to push down. "But it's not enough, right? Really need more, don't you? That's what this was for, wasn't it?" She copies exactly what he'd done -two fingers curling and stroking while he'd rubbed circles over her clit with his thumb, mouth sucking just the lightest of pressures under her ear- and Puck's falling apart to this searing, burning, agonisingly perfect bliss that shudders through him and he's definitely moaning her name. She keeps up the movements with her fingers until he literally cannot take it anymore and practically whimpers from the over sensitive nature. "Wow, that is so hot." Her hips are jerking against his hip, and Puck is not going to be the girl he sort of hates, so he rolls just slightly, giving her more of a surface to rub against while his hand curls around her erection and strokes. He knows exactly how to get himself off, how to twist his wrist, where to swipe his thumb, how much pressure of nail to use when he knows the edge is right there.
His teeth graze just over Quinn's throat at the right second that his fist tightens and his thumb flicks just right at the crown and Quinn moans and shudders and climaxes over his stomach and it's totally not gross like he'd think. They're both out of breath, and he's actually getting a little sticky now, but it's so totally worth it. "Best idea ever." Weirdness aside, cause he totally just got finger fucked and jerked himself off, but he's definitely feeling so much more at ease and less jittery. Quinn's practically passed out already, so Puck takes care of cleaning himself up before poking and prodding and pissing Quinn off until she at least shifts so that they can both fit in her bed and under the covers. "You're not going to freak out later, right?"
"No. I don't know. Maybe. Feel free to distract me." And even if he's sort of feeling like he's turning into a girl, she is so totally turning into a dude.
If there are more orgasms like that, it's totally worth it.
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Part Seven
Chapter: 6/?
Rating: overall NC-17, this chapter NC-17
Characters: Noah 'Puck' Puckerman, Quinn Fabray, ensemble
Pairing: Quinn/Puck
Warnings: Body swap, teen pregnancy, smut
Spoilers: Blanket Season 2
Disclaimer: Not mine. No money. No affiliation.
A/N: from the glee_angst_meme, prompt here
Summary: Somehow, Quinn and Puck somehow end up in each others bodies. It's not as fun as it sounds either. The really horrifying thing? Puck ends up pregnant and seeing how the other half lives. This is not how he wanted to spend his senior year.
Secondary Note: Really, really, really confusing pronouns ahead and body swap sex.
With Ms Fabray away, Puck discovers that Quinn doesn't know how to cook. Ms Fabray has left the fridge stocked up with meals that just need heating up, all of them Quinn sized portions -and Puck still hates that he's eating at least half, if not less than that, than what he usually ate. He can't eat a whole pizza by himself now, he probably only makes about three slices before he's fully, while Quinn can use his body and eat the whole thing. It's totally not fair. Puck just totally needs to eat little and often. It works, sort of.
So Quinn has dinner with Puck's Ma and sister, and he's really starting to miss them now that they're almost a month into this. It's not that Ms Fabray isn't a great mom, but she's a great mom for Quinn. Really, Puck misses his Ma bitching about her work and telling Sarah to 'please stop using felt tips as eyeliner' and complaining about Puck's messy room and having take away meals and just the family dysfunction that is his family. Ms Fabray bemoans Quinn's short hair but always compliments her prettiness and talks about all these society people and fashion and gossips about people Puck doesn't know and sure, it probably works for Quinn, but Puck isn't at all interested in it. Plus, without Sarah annoying him every twenty minutes he does get horribly bored in Quinn's room. He's taken to watching all of her ridiculous television shows, developing a terrible addiction to Gossip Girl and although he absolutely hates everyone on Project Runway, he can't miss an episode.
He is legit turning into a girl.
When Quinn does show up, Puck totally uses it as the excuse to watch the episode of One Tree Hill that she's got recorded and that is what he's sticking to -she totally knows he's watching her shows because they all display the last time they were played and frankly, he doesn't care anymore. She's getting the better end of this deal in his opinion and they've already done that argument (she totally thought that inappropriate erections, fart jokes and peeing standing up was worse that cramp, menstrual cycles, mood swings, boy drama, waxing, weight expectations, hormones and girl fights -which are nothing like on the television) so she just ignores it as she well should. He gets a little lost mid-way through, because he's not sure on all of the characters and it's the sixth season, which is stupid. Quinn shows him where her DVDs are and they break out the first season.
"Okay, why is she with that douche when he's supposed to be with Hayley getting all good boy and Peyton's supposed to be with Lucas? Really, this is stupid, anyone can figure this shit out." Frankly, Puck's of the opinion that Luke is a dork and should've stuck with Brooke, cause the girl is fine and such a firecracker. But after listening to Quinn's argument about the creative pull and the artistic integrity of the Leyton pairing, well he stopped pushing for Brookus.
"Because, Peyton needs to realise that popularity isn't everything and she wants to be with Luke."
"Am I seriously going to need to put up with six seasons of them being stupid and not hooking up?" He gets pissed off with them four episodes in and Quinn gives in when he begs for a football game to watch -at least so he can pretend he's still a dude. They talk about practice, how she's getting on with the football team -she finally got over the whole 'naked guys' thing when Puck explained that no one actually looked below the waistline because it was just a little bit pervy, and Quinn asks about Cheerio practice.
"It's good, it's fine. Coach S doesn't seem to like when I call her on her comebacks, so I should probably stop doing that."
"What?"
"Well, Britt almost got dropped yesterday, and she asked us if we thought this was hard we should try infiltrating a small country. I asked if she'd ever pushed a baby out from between her legs, told her that was hard. I mean, it looked pretty fucking hard core, not that I would know." See, he doesn't really like Sylvester -he respects the shit out of her, but she's always just been this stuck up, get my own way and screw everyone else kind of woman that fleetingly shows signs of being human. Having to deal with her every day when he's used to Beiste -and Coach Beiste is a woman that you respect but sort of like at the same time- so Sylvester isn't really that intimidating to him.
"What did she say?" Apparently Quinn shares the same shock that the rest of the Cheerio's felt.
"Nothing, she sort of turned purple and left. I mean, it's not the first time I've said anything, I think it's just the first time she's heard it." Santana had asked if there was something wrong the first time he'd muttered something in response to her, but Puck had just played it off as being tired. But then, as if San sort of knew Sylvester wasn't listening that closely, she started to laugh at what Puck said -Puck and Santana had always had a pretty similar sense of humour, it totally worked for them. "I think Becky was the only one unimpressed and that's because Becky is a mini-Sue in training. I swear, if it wasn't for Becky I would think that Sue was really the Devil."
"Oh my God. No one has ever stood up to her before." Puck totally figured that one out on his own, thanks very much. It was unnerving, the way the Cheerio's seemed to like, worship him or something -he knew it was Quinn, she still had pull from before she dropped the baby and then quit, they all saw her as like, this Goddess, and fair enough. But with him getting tired of just taking Sylvester's comments she was like, their Queen or something. Santana was actually cool about it, surprisingly. She just wanted kick back privileges.
With the football game over, Puck lets Quinn pick a movie while he makes some popcorn, considering how they were just yesterday Puck's pretty glad that they aren't having their all-out war any more -sometimes their arguments could last several days if not into multiple weeks. Sometimes he even forgot what the initial argument was about, and she did too, he knew it, she just never admitted it. But, beyond the Sam and Mercedes thing, they were totally cool. It was surprising.
He walked back into the main room to find her with Chocolat on and he should've known she'd pick something like this. He's not sure he gets very much of it, although he's totally proud that he understands the French in it and that is pretty impressive for him. So he ends up sort of leaning into Quinn, except he's totally leaning into himself and he gets why chicks dig that whole 'snuggling' thing because it kind of rocks, no lie. Quinn just snorts at him when he tells her as much, but she puts her arm around his shoulders and he totally cuddles further into her side. It only gets mildly uncomfortable once. When Vianne and Roux start getting steamy on the little boat and Quinn shifts a little. Seeing a blush on his own cheeks is totally weird. "I um, that part always sort of, you know, gets to me. It's just-" Puck just nods, because, yeah.
"It's pretty fuckin' hot." She just snorts at him, but doesn't argue and they settle, if a little awkwardly to watch the rest of the movie and he'll admit, he doesn't hate it. So, he sort of likes her stupid teenage drama television shows, and he's not completely repulsed by her chick-band music, her mom isn't the worst thing in the world, her friends are pretty cool and he's coping with her classes. All this is one thing. But he's totally just gotten turned on in her body and that shit has never happened before. Which is what starts the conversation.
"So, I had a weird talk with Aretha and Hummel today." He's mostly started using everyone's names, at school at least, because Quinn is all about identity being the gate to whatever and he just flows with that shit now. "They totally expect me to stage an intervention on your flirting. I mean, I'm all for it, at least Sam won't think I'm macking on his girl, and my rep isn't taking any hits, but I'm just wondering why they'd come to you about me." Yes, he and Quinn had a baby together a year ago, but they never really dated -not exactly. If anything, Lauren would be the go-to point on him and his relationships, maybe Santana if Lauren was low on sugar and thus in one of her more 'break the first thing that looks at me' moods. But Quinn? Not so much.
"Really? What were they saying?" So he fills Quinn in on the whole conversation, adlibbing the bits that he forgot but pretty much getting the general point across. He doesn't mention the English test though, because then they'll get off point. "They are never happy. During the summer they were totally commenting about you and Lauren and losing your mojo. But really, I can tell you, it's not lost." He raises an eyebrow in question and she shrugs, "Do you always get offers from girls to go to the nearest janitor’s closet during the middle of the day?"
"Only the really slutty ones." Hey, it happened. It was the price he paid for being such a stud. "You are turning them down, right?"
"Yes, yeah. Of course." She answers far too fast.
"Quinn. You had better not be-"
"Seriously, I am. I say no every time, but God," she's totally frustrated, like, sexually, he can see it. "Is it like this all the time? I mean, I totally got aroused in English this week. I mean, granted Miss Holiday is subbing our class so it might be a little of that, but really, just constantly. I'm still totally turned on from watching one scene in a movie I probably know off by heart." Puck understood that, really, he did. It was one thing to get yourself off, but sometimes that wasn't enough and you needed more and really, he totally understood. And it was probably different for Quinn now, because for all that Puck got turned on in his body, he'd only just really felt it in hers. He wasn't sure if it was because he was still totally freaked out about the fact that he was a girl or if it was really just a case of girls not getting boners at the drop of a hat, or skirt. You know, figuratively speaking.
He's not really sure why he does it, not really, but Puck's not know to think things all the way through. The bowl that held the popcorn is placed on the floor and Puck moved until he was straddling Quinn's lap. It was weird, really, really weird, because he was staring at himself and yeah, he was getting used to the whole not having his body or whatever, but this was just a little bit further than that. "Maybe, you just need to deal with it." He totally loved the sultry tone he could put into Quinn's voice, and if she used that voice then hell, she could get anything she wanted. He brought his hands up to rest on Quinn's shoulders and Quinn, absently he figured, ended up with her hands running along the outsides of his thighs, he totally had her thinking about this. "There is a reason why I pretty much need sex sometimes."
Okay, so now he's thinking it through, and it's not such a bad idea. He really doesn't think they should have sex with people while in each other’s bodies, but it's totally different if they have sex with each other, isn't it? That way, they get the pay off, but no one outside of them really knows what's going on. It's practically genius -except for the whole swapped bodies’ thing- and solves two problems. Because girl arousal is pretty fucking weird, hot, but weird. He just has to shift himself a little closer in Quinn's lap and, yep, there it is. He doesn't even mind, pressing his hips forward and against the length of arousal that Quinn is totally trying to hide. "What do you think you're doing?" She's not sold on the idea then, but Puck's pretty good at reasoning things out.
"This doesn't go away, it's just sexual tension, rubbing one out isn't gonna help. And I know you're all about commitment before sex and all that, but seriously, Q, I'm dying here." He leans in to nibble at the lobe of his own ear, because it's the one thing that pretty much shuts him the hell up if he's even trying to say no to sex (he did it once because he felt like shit and Santana totally pulled that out of nowhere) and he really wants to know if it affects her too. The way she grips his waist and pushes her hips up into him, yeah, it totally works. She twists her head and they kiss. At first he tries to get control from her, before he remembers that he's the girl in this or whatever and gives it up. Quinn really seems to dig that. It's not too different, and just kissing, pressing towards Quinn and feeling that hardness against him through their clothes; it is totally turning him on. It's totally doing the same to Quinn.
It's a surprise when Quinn slips a hand under the back of his shirt, skimming a hand over his back and sending this jolt of something down his spine. He just moans into his own mouth as Quinn gives a huff of a laugh. "Are we doing this?" Quinn sounds out of breath, a little turned on -okay, a lot turned on, and just a little unsure. Puck just nods, because seriously, weirdness aside, he really wants to do it. "Upstairs?" Puck is lightning fast in getting the television off and locking the front door, flicking off the lights and pulling Quinn upstairs with him. It's definitely not how he expected to spend the night when he'd mentioned to Quinn to come over, he'd seriously just wanted the company without having to remember how to act. But Quinn pushes him into her own bedroom, hands on his hips and directing him back until he's pressed against the wall and she dips down just slightly to kiss him again. It's definitely different on this end of things, but when his hands wrap around Quinn's shoulders and he leans up against her, it hardly matters what he's used to because the lust and desire spikes in his gut and throbs between his legs in the most delicious way possible, and girls totally don't suck.
What surprises him is the thrill when Quinn's hands brush over his breasts (her breasts, his breasts, he's totally claiming ownership while he's wearing the bras) because he never felt that when he touched them -and yeah, he totally had a feel of them, because he remembers being briefly acquainted with them and frankly, he was disappointed that he didn't really feel all that great when he touched them. But other people touching, apparently, is amazing. Quinn's mouth trails to his throat and her hand slips under his top and she's fondling over the plain bra Puck's got on and frankly, Puck thinks it's the best he's felt for three weeks. He totally wants more. His tops off in a matter of seconds, and he's currently wondering why he didn't think to do this earlier, while pulling Quinn's shirt off so that they're a little more even. He's trying to get them to the bed, because horizontal would totally work better for them right now, when Quinn gets the bra off as well and then closes her mouth over one nipple while her hand sort of massages the other and fuck he didn't expect it to feel that good.
See, he's totally got this from the other side, but feeling all this shit, what it does, just why girls are so into some of this stuff, shit that's totally new and pretty damn awesome at the same time. Quinn slips an arm around his waist and they're hips press together while she pulls them away from the wall and Puck totally gets back in the game to urge her over to the bed, pushing her down and straddling her again. She's pushing his jeans down even as he's pressing their mouths together again and really, just the feel of skin to skin is making his skin tingle. Quinn flips them, pushing Puck down into the mattress and rolling her hips to spark this friction between them and Puck knows exactly what she's feeling, this anxious need for more, for something better, something hotter. They really aren't coordinated enough to get each other out of their pants and underwear, so Puck bats her hands away and takes care of his own while she strips from hers. And really, that's when he realises that this is a little messed up; he's in her body, she's in his, they are totally naked with each other and this is really taking self-gratification to a whole new level (Puck makes a promise with himself right there and then that he's hanging out with Berry and her vocabulary way less, because this shit is totally not cool).
He's not sure if Quinn is hesitating on the same thing, or if she's actually come to her senses completely and realised that Puck must've been smoking something, but he stops thinking about that when Quinn presses a soft kiss to his jaw before slipping her hand between his legs and holy shit that feels good. He's spreading his legs for her before he even realises it, opening himself up and pressing his hips up for more. Quinn sort of presses her body to his side (and it's his body pressing in against him, his hard on bumping against his hip, it should be weird, right?) and keeps pressing kisses up Puck's jaw while her fingers move, "So tight and hot, God." Puck just mewls, he remembers that mewl, he totally got it out of her the last time, he'd totally heard it a dozen times he was sure. "Is it good? Am I doing it right?" Puck can't really believe that he's expected to form coherent sentences right then.
"So good, just, fuck, it's so good." His hips are rocking upwards, half fucking himself on her fingers and Christ he's practically desperate for it, but it's been so fucking long and it's so fucking new that it's like the first time all over again (in a way, it totally is). His hand grips to her wrist, not stopping or pulling away, just holding on for something to hold to.
"You did this, remember?" And he does, he totally does, "I tried to do it myself after, it really didn't work. But, you did this thing with your fingers." God, he absolutely did not expect the talking from Quinn. But if that's what his voice sounds like when he's doing this, it's no wonder he gets so much action, really. But Quinn gives him a demonstration on just what it is he does with his fingers -curling two upwards and stroking with just the right pressure, and fuck, Puck's practically shaking. "Yeah, that was what I thought too." His back arches, heels digging into the bed as he still tries to push down. "But it's not enough, right? Really need more, don't you? That's what this was for, wasn't it?" She copies exactly what he'd done -two fingers curling and stroking while he'd rubbed circles over her clit with his thumb, mouth sucking just the lightest of pressures under her ear- and Puck's falling apart to this searing, burning, agonisingly perfect bliss that shudders through him and he's definitely moaning her name. She keeps up the movements with her fingers until he literally cannot take it anymore and practically whimpers from the over sensitive nature. "Wow, that is so hot." Her hips are jerking against his hip, and Puck is not going to be the girl he sort of hates, so he rolls just slightly, giving her more of a surface to rub against while his hand curls around her erection and strokes. He knows exactly how to get himself off, how to twist his wrist, where to swipe his thumb, how much pressure of nail to use when he knows the edge is right there.
His teeth graze just over Quinn's throat at the right second that his fist tightens and his thumb flicks just right at the crown and Quinn moans and shudders and climaxes over his stomach and it's totally not gross like he'd think. They're both out of breath, and he's actually getting a little sticky now, but it's so totally worth it. "Best idea ever." Weirdness aside, cause he totally just got finger fucked and jerked himself off, but he's definitely feeling so much more at ease and less jittery. Quinn's practically passed out already, so Puck takes care of cleaning himself up before poking and prodding and pissing Quinn off until she at least shifts so that they can both fit in her bed and under the covers. "You're not going to freak out later, right?"
"No. I don't know. Maybe. Feel free to distract me." And even if he's sort of feeling like he's turning into a girl, she is so totally turning into a dude.
If there are more orgasms like that, it's totally worth it.
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Part Seven