Title: Summer of 69
Pairing: Finn/Puck
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~2700
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me.
Summary: Finn and Puck decide to give 69ing a try.
A/N: Written for a prompt on the
glee_kink_meme. Wonderfully betaed by
mintyfiend and
redandglenda. All remaining mistakes are mine. Concrit is very much welcomed. Thanks also to those who helped with the title.
Finn stares at Puck’s dick with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.
“I’m not sure I want to,” he says and Puck sighs.
“Dude, come on. It’s just a blow job. You said hand jobs were gross too, and look how much you like those.”
Finn feels his cheeks colour. He doesn’t want to admit to Puck just how much he enjoys them, and he’s not just talking about receiving. There’s something a little bit wonderful and probably more than a little bit completely gay-for-his-best-friend about enjoying watching the way Puck, normally so tightly wound and in control of himself, falls apart beneath Finn’s fingers.
But blow jobs...that’s something different. More intimate. Finn’s not sure he’s willing to admit that he maybe really wants to put Puck’s dick in his mouth. He’s not sure that’s anything anyone is ever supposed to admit, but it’d be even worse if he admitted it, and found out that to Puck this whole thing was nothing more than just someplace warm and wet to stick his dick in.
So Finn’s not going to just do it without some sort of negotiations. And he knows exactly what he wants.
“I’m only going to blow you if you blow me,” Finn tells Puck firmly, and the look on Puck’s face makes Finn think that maybe that’s that, that blow jobs are going to be off the table and they can get back to jerking each other off in a totally bro way that has nothing to do with Finn possibly being in love with Puck.
Puck makes a face and then he shrugs, smirks and says, “Sure.” Which, if it had been anyone else, could be taken as agreement. But Finn has known Puck his entire life and he knows that Puck is the master at getting what he wants. It’s how he manages to get through life; a touch of manipulation and a flash of charm, and it works more often than it should. It works on Finn too, to an extent, but Finn’s not as stupid as everyone thinks. He knows that Puck has given in too easily which normally means he’s lying, so he shakes his head.
“Swear it,” Finn insists and Puck sighs and rolls his eyes and makes a production big enough to rival Rachel, before saying, “Fine, whatever, I swear.”
Finn narrows his eyes. Puck’s still giving in too easily. Finn had expected Puck to put up more resistance, to maybe demand something else in exchange. But instead he’s agreeing, which makes Finn pretty certain that Puck’s going to back out of the agreement the moment he comes. And while Finn has protested enough that he’s sure it doesn’t look like he’s eager to blow Puck or anything, it doesn’t seem fair for Puck to get one and for him to lose out just because Puck is going to punk out on him.
“Liar,” Finn says, sitting back and folding his arms across his chest, which makes Puck’s eyes widen in surprise.
“Finn,” Puck says, and it almost sounds desperate, “please. I promise I’ll do it afterwards.” He squirms a little and Finn realises that Puck is already hard, before they’ve even done anything more than argue about who’s doing what and when. Finn’s never seen Puck beg for anything before. Even on the losing end of a fight, Puck’s never begged for mercy, and he hadn’t begged for forgiveness from Finn either- their friendship had gotten back on track through forced interactions through Glee club and sports and classes that had slowly grown into them hanging out like they had before, and one rare and solitary moment where Puck had looked at Finn and said, “Sorry man,” and Finn had looked back and said, “It’s okay,” and that had been that, pretty much.
But now it’s almost definitely begging that Puck’s doing and that, combined with the hint of a whine in his tone is enough to make Finn stare in surprise. He does it long enough that Puck clears his throat and looks away and says, “Fine, okay, we’ll do it at the same time.”
Finn’s nodding in agreement and kicking off his shoes and pants hastily because hey, he’s getting a blow job and that’s exciting, before he realises that maybe that’s not such a great idea. He’s not sure he can concentrate enough to give his first blow job at the same time as receiving one from Puck. It’s not the first time Finn’s had one, because some things have thankfully changed in the year since his life exploded, and he no longer has as fine a hair trigger, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to be able to do much thinking through it, because, hell, he’s seventeen. He’s not supposed to be able to think clearly in these situations. And he’s also pretty sure sucking Puck off is something he’s going to want to remember.
Puck gets up and locks his bedroom door as Finn pulls off his shirt, because neither of them need to lose another decade off their lives from shock if Puck’s sister decides to walk into the room like she’d done that one time a few weeks back. Finn thinks he still hasn’t fully recovered from the experience and he can’t help but die a little of embarrassment inside each time he thinks about it.
“In a hurry?” Puck smirks and Finn nods before he can stop himself. He waits for Puck to mock him, but instead Puck just tugs his own shirt over his head, revealing a flat stretch of stomach that makes Finn stare and lick his lips nervously. He tries not to watch Puck undo his jeans and kick them off, but the fact that Puck’s not wearing anything underneath is pretty hard to ignore.
“H-,” Finn starts when Puck climbs onto the bed. He clears his throat and tries to act like he’s suddenly hoarse because of any number of reasons that don’t include Puck’s naked thigh brushing against his knee. “How’s this going to work?” he manages to ask, a little confused. Finn has seen a lot of porn in his short life, so he knows how a 69 works in theory, but it always looks really uncomfortable.
Puck shrugs and grabs one of his pillows before turning around so his toes brush the headboard. They’re both tall enough that they need to bend their knees a lot and wriggle around awkwardly for several minutes until they’re both comfortable. There’s a lot of nervous laughter on Finn’s part, and light mocking on Puck’s, but eventually they get settled and Finn finds himself face to face with Puck’s dick.
He’s never been this close to any dick before, and it’s weird that he’s inches away from Puck’s now. He tries not to study it, because he’s pretty sure that’s too weird for words so he tries not to think too much. But he can’t help but notice that it looks kind of, well, angry, hard and dark and resting against Puck’s stomach. It’s leaking a little too, and Finn automatically reaches out and rubs his thumb over the head, sliding through the precome. It makes Puck inhale sharply, and then nudge Finn in the ear with an impatient thigh.
“Let’s get this show on the road,” Puck suggests and Finn knows Puck’s waiting for him to go first. So Finn takes a deep breath, wets his lips and then licks a long line up the length of Puck’s dick, as if he’s eating a Popsicle.
Puck’s dick tastes like...well, Finn’s not sure really. It kind of tastes like skin and salty sweat and maybe a little musky too, but it’s not something he’s ever tasted before so it’s hard to compare it. He wonders for a moment if Puck’s mouth tastes the same way (and if he’ll ever get to find out) and then realises he kind of hopes not. It’s not that it’s a bad taste, or even a bad sensation- his mouth feels very full as he fits his mouth over the head and then takes Puck in further, and he has to remember not to use his teeth which takes more concentration than he’d expected- but it’d be nice if Puck’s mouth was a completely different taste to discover.
“Fuck,” Puck moans, and thrusts his hips. It means Finn takes him in too far and he feels suddenly suffocated. He pulls away, choking a little, and glares at Puck, who has propped himself up on one elbow and is staring at him in concern.
“Sorry dude,” Puck says, actually looking apologetic. “Guess we’ll have to work on the deep throating another time?”
Finn glares until he gets his breath back, and then says, “Guess we’ll have to work on you putting your mouth on my dick now.”
Puck rolls his eyes. “Fine, whatever,” and before Finn can steel himself for the sensation, Puck’s tongue is circling the head of his dick and Finn has to bite his lip to stop himself crying out in surprise.
It feels good. Really good. Better than he’s had before and they’ve only just started out. Technically he knows it’s not that great- Puck’s failing at keeping his teeth completely covered as he guides Finn’s dick between his lips, and his hand at the base is tighter than Finn likes- which makes Finn know that it’s because it’s Puck doing it that he loves it so much. Which circles his thoughts back around to the being in love with his ex-ex-best-friend or something.
To distract himself, he licks at Puck again, long slow licks from base to tip. It makes Puck’s dick nice and slick, which makes it easier for Finn’s hand to move up and down the length in the rhythm he’s come to learn is Puck’s favourite. Using his hand means it’s easier, that he doesn’t have to take Puck too far into his mouth. Plus he feels the jerk of Puck’s hips before they can choke him again. He’s beginning to think that he’s getting kind of expert at this, when Puck does something- god knows what but Finn wants him to do it again and again and never stop- and Finn stops being able to think coherently for what is apparently too long.
“Hey,” Puck pokes Finn in the stomach, which makes him twitch and try to wriggle away before he remembers why he’s really happy where he is.
“Wow,” Finn breathes. “What was that?”
Puck smirks and wiggles his eyebrows. “Secret weapon,” he answers, and Finn feels an odd stab of disappointment.
“You’ve done this before?” he blurts and Puck looks at him like he’s an idiot.
“What? No. Gross. But you pick up things, you know?” Puck winks.
“Oh,” Finn says, trying to hide his smile. “It’s, uh, it’s good.”
“I know,” Puck replies, and Finn thinks about how, sure, it’s a little bizarre to be staring down the length of their bodies to look at Puck, whose face is right beside his dick, but it’s also really kind of awesome and more comfortable than Finn had expected.
He can’t help but give Puck what he’s sure is a dorky grin, but Puck grins back and says, “Come on, you’re not gonna leave a bro hanging, are you? Suck it up, dude!”
“Fuck off,” Finn says, and licks his lips before going back to work on Puck’s dick. It’s getting more and more distracting, what Puck’s doing to Finn at the same time, but he’s pretty sure he’s doing an okay job. Puck’s not complaining anyway. He’s making a lot of happy sounding noises, little hums that make Finn gasp against the hardness of Puck’s dick.
Sooner than he likes it all becomes too much. He pulls his mouth off Puck’s dick with a wet pop, and gasps out, “Puck, I’m gonna-”. It’s not much of a warning, but Puck at least has time to pull back before Finn comes, eyes rolling back in his head. He moans as Puck milks him through it, Finn’s face pressed against Puck’s hip, and Puck’s dick knocking against his jaw.
When Finn can summon the energy to lift his head, he can’t help but laugh at the indignant expression on Puck’s face. There’s a long stripe of come across Puck’s face, and Puck wipes at it, giving Finn an annoyed look.
“Thanks,” he says sarcastically, and Finn grins.
“Sorry,” he says, but he doesn’t really mean it. Puck looks like he’s going to bitch him out, but Finn nods in the direction of Puck’s dick and says, “Do you want me to finish, or...”
“You fucking better,” Puck growls and Finn takes a few deep breaths, then sucks Puck back into his mouth. He jerks his hand up and down Puck’s length faster this time, moving his head up and down with a steadier rhythm than before. It’s easier without the distraction of Puck working between his legs, but not quite as fun.
When Puck comes, it catches Finn completely off guard which he guesses is Puck’s intention, probably as payback for giving him the accidental facial. It surprises Finn, and he pulls away, coughing. It tastes, well, gross, but Finn’s put worse things in his mouth and swallowed- he eats in the school cafeteria every day, after all- so he makes a face and wrinkles his nose and tries to swallow. He mostly succeeds, coughing some into his hand and then wiping it on Puck’s sheets.
Puck doesn’t seem to care though. His eyes are closed and there’s still some of Finn’s come on his chin that he hasn’t wiped off. Finn briefly considers crawling up and licking it off Puck’s face but he’s really not in the mood to move right now. Plus he knows his come doesn’t taste much better than Puck’s, and also that’s probably really crossing the line- although the line seems to change almost daily and Finn’s not sure he’s ever going to be able to figure out what is and isn’t acceptable to do with Puck without asking. And he’s not planning on doing that any time soon.
When Puck sits up, he looks smug and satisfied, and Finn can’t help feeling smug himself, that he’s the one who’s made Puck look like that. He watches as Puck stretches and then reaches for his clothes. Finn thinks about the long summer streatching ahead of them, months and months of time to fill, and wonders if they'll do this again or maybe something else. Something more. Normally he tries not to let himself want more than whatever it is they have going on, but he can't help the faint twinge of hope.
Finn pushes himself up with a reluctant groan, and they dress in silence. Finn never knows what to do, after they’ve gotten off. Some weird part of his brain always tells him he wants to snuggle but he stamps that voice down hastily whenever it pipes up. Mostly they sit around in awkward silence and then shoot things on the Xbox. Which is what they do today.
Puck’s just setting things up when his door handle rattles and then there’s a loud knock.
“Why’s the door locked?” Puck’s little sister yells.
Puck doesn’t reply, and the door handle jiggles again.
“You’ll have to pay me another $5 to keep quiet if you’re doing naughty things again!” she informs them loudly, and Puck laughs.
“Go away!” he yells back, flipping her off even though she can’t see him.
“I’ll tell mom!”
Finn’s eyes widen a little in worry, but Puck shakes his head sceptically at him.
“I’ll tell mom who broke her favourite vase!” Puck threatens back. He stands near the door, head cocked to the side and then grins as they hear retreating footsteps, stomping away.
“Brat,” Puck says, but his tone is fond. He throws Finn a controller and settles down beside him on the floor, leaning back against the bed.
“Do you think she’ll tell?” Finn asks a few minutes into the game.
Puck glances at him quickly. “Nah,” he says, “we’re good. Now shut up and let me beat your ass!”
Finn grins. “Maybe next time,” he says, cocking his eyebrow in a look that he’s completely stolen, along with the brief moment of confidence that let him try that line, from Puck himself.
It makes Puck stare in surprise, which is enough time for Finn to blow the shit out of Puck’s character on the screen.
“I win!” Finn says happily.