Fic: Must be a Wednesday (Glee, Finn/Puck)
Title: Must be a Wednesday
Pairing: Finn/Puck
Rating: R
Word Count: ~3000
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.
Summary: The best reason for cutting class is to dry hump your boyfriend in your favourite teacher's office.
A/N: Written for a prompt on the glee_kink_meme. Wonderfully betaed by the lovely mintyfiend, all remaining mistakes are mine. Concrit most welcome.
Finn is humming to himself as he walks down the hallway towards Spanish class. He’s trying to figure out where he left his homework for it when a hand reaches out and grabs him by the collar, yanking him into a nearby room. It takes him a moment or two of blinking in surprise to realise he’s in the choir room and that the hand belongs to Puck.
“Hey man,” Finn greets him, grinning. He manages to add, “What’re you-” before Puck shuts the choir room door by pressing Finn up against the back of it and kissing him.
Finn kisses back, still smiling into Puck’s mouth as Puck’s hands cup his face and hold him still as they make out.
When Puck steps back he’s a little breathless and not fully meeting Finn’s eyes. “Hey,” he says back and Finn can’t help but feel a little confused about what just happened.
“I’m not complaining,” he says first so that Puck doesn’t misunderstand him, “but what was that for?”
Puck shrugs and looks away again, shoving his hands into his pockets.
Finn waits. He’s learned over the many years that they’ve been friends that sometimes you just need to sit back and give Puck time to say what he’s thinking.
“I just...” Puck trails off and rubs his hand through his Mohawk, then gives Finn a sheepish look. “I just saw you in the hallway and I had to...” he waves his hands in place of the words he can’t say.
Finn smirks. “I am irresistible,” he agrees and Puck punches him in the arm lightly. He doesn’t take his hand back though, instead running it up Finn’s arm, across his shoulder to his neck.
“Can I?” Puck asks, stepping in closer as his thumb rubs back and forth over Finn’s collar bone. He has a hard, needy look on his face that makes Finn swallow hard.
Finn wets his lips in anticipation, a quick flick of his tongue, and Puck’s eyes follow the movement.
“Finn?” Puck asks, voice low, and Finn isn’t sure what’s gotten into Puck- he never usually asks, just takes what he wants and mostly Finn is happy to give it to him- but he likes it.
“Yeah,” Finn breathes out and Puck’s face is already tipped up to meet his as he lowers his mouth to Puck’s.
Puck’s mouth is warm and wet and Finn can taste a hint of the mystery meat chilli that was being served for lunch, but he likes it. He likes that he’s familiar with the taste of Puck now, without the underlying tang of Dutch courage beer that had always accompanied their first tentative kisses.
They don’t do this at school though. Ever. It’s as much Finn’s rule as it is Puck’s but Puck has always been the one to put a clear distance between them in the locker rooms or in class or during rehearsal to prevent anyone finding out. And to prevent temptation.
Puck seems to have given in to temptation though, and even though there’s a little alarm at the back of Finn’s mind that is pointing out that anyone could just walk in on them, it’s kind of really awesome to see Puck so desperate to touch him that he’s not going to let himself say no.
Puck’s hands are in Finn’s back pockets, yanking him in as close as possible. Even though Finn is taller- and has been since they were eleven, something that always makes Puck frown when he’s reminded of the summer when Finn’s growth spurt left him towering overhead- Puck’s legs are long enough that when Puck pulls Finn in close and grinds his hips forward, Finn can’t help but gasp at the sensation.
It makes Puck break the kiss, leaning back to stare up at Finn.
“Is this okay?” he asks, and it’s a mixture of begging neediness and challenge, as if he’s daring Finn to be the one to put a stop to this.
Finn knows he should say no, that they’re in school, that the bell has rung and they should be in class, that it’s risky and they could get caught, but all those thoughts do is send a thrill of excitement along his spine. Finn has tagged along and done some shitty stuff with the rest of the football team in the past, but he’s a good kid in general. He doesn’t cut class and he doesn’t make out with people in empty classrooms.
For the first time he can understand why Puck gets off on being such a badass. The danger is kind of a turn on and his jeans are already becoming almost uncomfortably tight and confining in front.
“Yeah,” Finn replies, but shoves Puck away from the door, further into the room. He’s thinking about pressing Puck against the piano when Puck grabs his elbow and manoeuvres him towards the office at the side of the choir room.
“Dude,” Finn protests. “This is Mr Schue’s office. We can’t-”
“He’s in class,” Puck points out, ushering Finn inside and shutting the door. “He’ll never know.”
Finn frowns because Puck’s right- Mr Schuester is exactly where they should be right now and he doesn’t want to get in trouble. Puck rolls his eyes, obviously reading Finn’s thoughts.
“Don’t be a pussy. We can tell him one of us had a crisis and we needed to sing about it, and he’ll let us off missing class. He’ll be proud of us for dealing with our man pain or something.”
Puck doesn’t give Finn time to ponder whether that’ll really work- he really doesn’t need a detention right now- and presses Finn up against the wall, moulding their bodies together.
He puts his hands on Finn’s hips, holding him still, and grinds against him again.
Finn makes the sort of embarrassing noise he knows Puck’s going to tease him about later, but he doesn’t care, so long as Puck keeps doing what he’s doing.
Puck does it again and Finn hisses out, “Fuck.”
Puck smirks. “Maybe later,” he says with a dirty smile. It makes Finn flash back to the last time he saw that smile on Puck’s face, lying in Puck’s bed on a warm afternoon with a cool breeze rustling the curtains, as Puck fucked him slow and steady. The memory, and Puck’s movements, send his dick from the realm of half-hard and interested to fully hard and desperate for more contact with the solidness of Puck’s body against his.
Finn pushes Puck’s shirt up enough to press one hand to the warm skin of Puck’s back. He dips his fingers below the waistband, sliding his hand down to cup Puck’s ass and drag him in closer.
Puck makes a pleased noise and leans in, pressing his lips against Finn’s jaw.
“Wait, wait,” Finn says, and Puck pulls back. He looks wary, like Finn’s about to push him away and tell him he doesn’t want to do this, which is the furthest thing from Finn’s mind.
Finn slides down the wall slightly, spreading his legs, then pulls Puck tight against him. Puck’s leg ends up between Finn’s and he’s straddling Finn’s thigh. It means that when Puck grinds against him again it makes Finn’s brain stutter and he forgets his own name in the brief flare of awesome sensation.
Puck makes a really appreciative noise, halfway between a growl and a moan. “Anyone who says you’re dumb is wrong and needs a punch in the face from Puckzilla,” he says, thrusting his hips forward again, “because doing it like this is the best idea ever.”
It’s as near a declaration of love as Finn’s going to get any time soon. Finn doesn’t mind that though. Not as long as he gets to have this- Puck eager and hard, rubbing against him in a steady rhythm and making those little turned on noises that are softer than Finn would have expected from a guy like Puck.
Finn tips his head back as Puck’s hands slide up his sides, mouth finding the base of Finn’s neck. There’s a sharp edge of teeth against sensitive skin that makes Finn hiss in surprise. It makes Puck laugh, a full body laugh that makes Finn’s skin buzz everywhere they’re touching. When he kisses the still laughing Puck, it tickles his lips and tongue and he has to tear his mouth away to gasp in Puck’s ear instead as Puck picks up the pace and Finn has to match his speed as he grinds forward to meet Puck’s thrusts.
Finn isn’t sure how long they stay like that, building an easy rhythm between them with the occasional kiss or graze of teeth against skin. But there are patches on his neck that feel chilled from where Puck’s mouth had been when he realises that as amazing as the friction between them is, it’s not quite enough. He’s achingly hard and desperate for release and he needs more.
Puck makes a shocked noise, a cut off “Fuck!”, when Finn flips them around so that Puck’s back is to the wall. Puck’s eyes are wide in surprise and Finn chuckles, pressing his mouth to the side of Puck’s neck, glad that for once he’s thrown Puck off balance, just a little. He always gets pushed away at this point, before he can leave a mark, but this time Puck makes a sound that could almost be a sigh of happiness and when Finn pulls back and rubs his thumb over the reddened patch of skin, Puck just gives Finn an amused look.
“Can we get back to getting off?” Puck demands and Finn drags him away from the wall towards the desk.
He tries not to think about how Mr Schuester sits at this desk and works as Puck perches on the edge and pulls Finn down to him.
The desk is the perfect height for Finn to grind down against Puck, hands on Puck’s arms as they kiss, feeling the muscles tighten and relax as Puck pushes up to meet Finn. It’s a good angle and they’re moving at a faster pace.
Finn can feel it building inside him, intense white hot heat that he’s suddenly aching for, and the steady rhythm falters. It’s replaced with frantic rutting that might not be elegant but Finn thinks it feels fucking amazing. The lazy kisses have been abandoned and replaced by mostly just panting into each other’s mouths, broken by the occasional “Fuck,” or “Yeah, like that,” or “Jesus, Puck”.
Finn loves the feeling he gets right before he comes. He’d never been able to savour it before with his...problem. Things with Puck had- mostly- broken him of his hair trigger issues enough that they could go like this for awhile, staying right on the brink of awesomeness until he just couldn’t take it anymore. He’s there now, and it takes one, two, three more thrusts down against Puck to slip over the edge.
His hands on Puck’s shoulders are the only things that feel grounded as he groans and feels his mind white out for a second that seems to last an eternity. When Finn can see and think straight he finds himself staring at Puck’s face- closed eyes with lashes fluttering against flushed cheeks, and red, used lips.
Finn isn’t sure at what point Puck came, and he’s still in the post orgasm glow where he doesn’t really care, which is kind of shitty of him considering Puck’s his boyfriend. Sure, it’s a secret relationship, but he’s still a boyfriend and Finn had dated Quinn and Rachel long enough to learn that you’re supposed to put your partner’s needs first.
He feels kind of bad so he rests his forehead against Puck’s and stares at him until Puck opens his eyes.
“You weigh a ton.” Puck sounds annoyed, but he doesn’t push Finn away so Finn doesn’t move.
Puck does that a lot, Finn’s noticed. He says shit like that that makes him sound like he’s pissed at Finn when really he’s saying “I want you to blow me later,” or “Let’s drive to the other side of town so we can go on a date without anyone finding out,” or “I want you”.
“How long have we been in here?” Finn asks, and when Puck shrugs he pushes himself up to fish his cell out of his back pocket. He’s not sure whether it’d survive being pressed up against the wall and as he stands he thinks maybe they hadn’t thought the whole dry humping thing through. His boxers feel uncomfortably damp and the seam of his jeans that had only added to the awesome friction when they’d been grinding against each other is now chafing him a bit.
On the other hand, Finn has jizzed in his pants more times than he’ll ever, ever admit, but at least this time it’s from having some awesome sex with Puck instead of accidentally on his own.
Finn tugs at his jeans, trying to shift them so he’s more comfortable and pulls his cell phone out of his pocket just as the final bell rings. He turns to Puck.
“Shit.”
Puck shrugs, then lifts his arms above his head, stretching. Finn can’t stop himself from staring at the line of skin revealed as Puck’s shirt hem rises.
“Chill,” Puck says, forcing Finn to lift his eyes to Puck’s face instead of his bellybutton. “I told you, Mr Schue will be cool with us skipping class.”
Finn shakes his head. That’s not all he’s worried about. “But what about-”
He’s interrupted by the sound of the choir room door banging open.
“...really think we should try the classics. Like Barbra. I think “Tell Him” would perfectly showcase my voice and...” they hear Rachel say, answered by a snort that could belong to pretty much anyone.
“Fuck,” Finn says. Puck looks momentarily worried, then shrugs again.
“Sit down,” he say, and Finn does, just as Mr Schuester opens the door.
“Finn! Puck!” Mr Schuester stares at them in surprise. “What’re you two...”
Puck stands up, looking concerned. “I’m sorry we missed class, Mr Schue,” he says. “Finn wasn’t feeling very well. He remembered you keep some throat spray in here and what with Regionals being so close...” he trails off and Finn can’t help but be impressed by the easy lie.
Mr Schuester nods, walking over to Finn with a worried frown. Finn really hopes he can’t smell his jizz as he leans in and motions for Finn to open his mouth.
“Does it hurt anymore?” he asks, peering at Finn’s throat for a long moment.
“Not anymore,” Finn answers and Mr Schuester steps back.
“It seems to be okay,” he says, “But you were right to treat it straight away. Good thinking, Puck. Do you think you can sing today?”
Finn nods. “I think so, Mr Schue,” he says, not looking at Puck when their teacher seems to take the wavering of Finn’s voice, from worry at getting caught and amusement at how smoothly Puck had lied, as bravely soldiering on.
“Let’s get to work then,” Mr Schuester says, clapping Puck on the shoulder as he leads the way to the rest of Glee club.
Puck raises an eyebrow at Finn in a look that clearly says, “Told you so, you pussy,” as Finn walks past him.
They take their customary seats, and no one seems to notice their arrival from the office instead of the hallway. Finn can’t help but marvel at how they’ve gotten away with it so easily but then he hears Santana exclaim, “What the hell is that?”
He glances over, finding her pointing at the mark he’d left on Puck’s neck. He’s about to freak out, because this is not how he wants everyone to find out he and Puck have been, well, fucking for the past three months and that it’s maybe their anniversary next week and they’ve made plans to get a couple of cans of light beer and drive out to one of the big fields on the outskirts of town and ‘celebrate’.
But Puck just shoves Santana’s hand away and rolls his eyes and says, “It’s a hickey. Not like I’ve never had one before”, and that’s the end of that.
Finn shifts in his seat, glad he wore dark jeans today. He can feel the come drying on his skin and it’s just not as awesome if it’s just his own. He’d never admit it, because it’d probably fall into Puck’s ‘things that are too gay’ category- a category that is steadily shrinking as they get more adventurous with each other- but he likes the feeling of Puck coming on him, likes the taste of it as he’s swallowing it down.
Finn swallows just thinking about it, and steals a glance at Puck. Puck isn’t looking at Finn- he’s busy hitting on Brittany and there might have been a time that Finn would have been jealous of Puck being Puck but he knows Puck never follows through on the flirting. Not anymore. And Finn can look at him and think ‘he’s mine’ and know that it’s true.
He’s thinking that now and it makes his heart beat a little harder, makes his hand itch to touch, makes his dick twitch in interest. Finn wonders if this is what happened to Puck earlier, if this is the reason he’d grabbed Finn the way he had. Because Finn thinks that if the room wasn’t full of people he might not be able to stop himself from tugging off Puck’s shirt and kissing a path down his chest and then lower.
Mr Schuester breaks through Finn’s thoughts with a lecture on keeping their heads in the game and staying focused, which makes Finn bite his lip to stop smiling. He does his best to push thoughts of Puck aside as they run through a song together.
Afterwards, Quinn and Mercedes and Artie perform their assignments of the week. Finn claps and sings along and thinks that he’s glad it’s not his turn to perform because he’d probably find himself singing ‘I Wanna Sex You Up’ at Puck and blowing their cover.
Finn loves Glee, but he’s never been so eager for Mr Schuester to call it a day and send them home with the unnecessary reminder that Regionals are just around the corner.
He’s shoving his sheet music into his bag when Puck approaches.
“Hey,” Puck says. “Want a lift home?”
Finn grins. “Sure,” he replies as calm and cool as he can manage, knowing that in twenty minutes they’ll be alone in a locked bedroom and he’ll be able to do to Puck everything he’d been thinking about earlier.
They head for the door together, and when Finn hears Tina say, “Does this means they’re friends again?” he only manages to hold back his laughter until they’re safely inside the car and his hand is sliding up Puck’s thigh as Puck shoves the car into drive.
If they only knew.
Pairing: Finn/Puck
Rating: R
Word Count: ~3000
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.
Summary: The best reason for cutting class is to dry hump your boyfriend in your favourite teacher's office.
A/N: Written for a prompt on the glee_kink_meme. Wonderfully betaed by the lovely mintyfiend, all remaining mistakes are mine. Concrit most welcome.
Finn is humming to himself as he walks down the hallway towards Spanish class. He’s trying to figure out where he left his homework for it when a hand reaches out and grabs him by the collar, yanking him into a nearby room. It takes him a moment or two of blinking in surprise to realise he’s in the choir room and that the hand belongs to Puck.
“Hey man,” Finn greets him, grinning. He manages to add, “What’re you-” before Puck shuts the choir room door by pressing Finn up against the back of it and kissing him.
Finn kisses back, still smiling into Puck’s mouth as Puck’s hands cup his face and hold him still as they make out.
When Puck steps back he’s a little breathless and not fully meeting Finn’s eyes. “Hey,” he says back and Finn can’t help but feel a little confused about what just happened.
“I’m not complaining,” he says first so that Puck doesn’t misunderstand him, “but what was that for?”
Puck shrugs and looks away again, shoving his hands into his pockets.
Finn waits. He’s learned over the many years that they’ve been friends that sometimes you just need to sit back and give Puck time to say what he’s thinking.
“I just...” Puck trails off and rubs his hand through his Mohawk, then gives Finn a sheepish look. “I just saw you in the hallway and I had to...” he waves his hands in place of the words he can’t say.
Finn smirks. “I am irresistible,” he agrees and Puck punches him in the arm lightly. He doesn’t take his hand back though, instead running it up Finn’s arm, across his shoulder to his neck.
“Can I?” Puck asks, stepping in closer as his thumb rubs back and forth over Finn’s collar bone. He has a hard, needy look on his face that makes Finn swallow hard.
Finn wets his lips in anticipation, a quick flick of his tongue, and Puck’s eyes follow the movement.
“Finn?” Puck asks, voice low, and Finn isn’t sure what’s gotten into Puck- he never usually asks, just takes what he wants and mostly Finn is happy to give it to him- but he likes it.
“Yeah,” Finn breathes out and Puck’s face is already tipped up to meet his as he lowers his mouth to Puck’s.
Puck’s mouth is warm and wet and Finn can taste a hint of the mystery meat chilli that was being served for lunch, but he likes it. He likes that he’s familiar with the taste of Puck now, without the underlying tang of Dutch courage beer that had always accompanied their first tentative kisses.
They don’t do this at school though. Ever. It’s as much Finn’s rule as it is Puck’s but Puck has always been the one to put a clear distance between them in the locker rooms or in class or during rehearsal to prevent anyone finding out. And to prevent temptation.
Puck seems to have given in to temptation though, and even though there’s a little alarm at the back of Finn’s mind that is pointing out that anyone could just walk in on them, it’s kind of really awesome to see Puck so desperate to touch him that he’s not going to let himself say no.
Puck’s hands are in Finn’s back pockets, yanking him in as close as possible. Even though Finn is taller- and has been since they were eleven, something that always makes Puck frown when he’s reminded of the summer when Finn’s growth spurt left him towering overhead- Puck’s legs are long enough that when Puck pulls Finn in close and grinds his hips forward, Finn can’t help but gasp at the sensation.
It makes Puck break the kiss, leaning back to stare up at Finn.
“Is this okay?” he asks, and it’s a mixture of begging neediness and challenge, as if he’s daring Finn to be the one to put a stop to this.
Finn knows he should say no, that they’re in school, that the bell has rung and they should be in class, that it’s risky and they could get caught, but all those thoughts do is send a thrill of excitement along his spine. Finn has tagged along and done some shitty stuff with the rest of the football team in the past, but he’s a good kid in general. He doesn’t cut class and he doesn’t make out with people in empty classrooms.
For the first time he can understand why Puck gets off on being such a badass. The danger is kind of a turn on and his jeans are already becoming almost uncomfortably tight and confining in front.
“Yeah,” Finn replies, but shoves Puck away from the door, further into the room. He’s thinking about pressing Puck against the piano when Puck grabs his elbow and manoeuvres him towards the office at the side of the choir room.
“Dude,” Finn protests. “This is Mr Schue’s office. We can’t-”
“He’s in class,” Puck points out, ushering Finn inside and shutting the door. “He’ll never know.”
Finn frowns because Puck’s right- Mr Schuester is exactly where they should be right now and he doesn’t want to get in trouble. Puck rolls his eyes, obviously reading Finn’s thoughts.
“Don’t be a pussy. We can tell him one of us had a crisis and we needed to sing about it, and he’ll let us off missing class. He’ll be proud of us for dealing with our man pain or something.”
Puck doesn’t give Finn time to ponder whether that’ll really work- he really doesn’t need a detention right now- and presses Finn up against the wall, moulding their bodies together.
He puts his hands on Finn’s hips, holding him still, and grinds against him again.
Finn makes the sort of embarrassing noise he knows Puck’s going to tease him about later, but he doesn’t care, so long as Puck keeps doing what he’s doing.
Puck does it again and Finn hisses out, “Fuck.”
Puck smirks. “Maybe later,” he says with a dirty smile. It makes Finn flash back to the last time he saw that smile on Puck’s face, lying in Puck’s bed on a warm afternoon with a cool breeze rustling the curtains, as Puck fucked him slow and steady. The memory, and Puck’s movements, send his dick from the realm of half-hard and interested to fully hard and desperate for more contact with the solidness of Puck’s body against his.
Finn pushes Puck’s shirt up enough to press one hand to the warm skin of Puck’s back. He dips his fingers below the waistband, sliding his hand down to cup Puck’s ass and drag him in closer.
Puck makes a pleased noise and leans in, pressing his lips against Finn’s jaw.
“Wait, wait,” Finn says, and Puck pulls back. He looks wary, like Finn’s about to push him away and tell him he doesn’t want to do this, which is the furthest thing from Finn’s mind.
Finn slides down the wall slightly, spreading his legs, then pulls Puck tight against him. Puck’s leg ends up between Finn’s and he’s straddling Finn’s thigh. It means that when Puck grinds against him again it makes Finn’s brain stutter and he forgets his own name in the brief flare of awesome sensation.
Puck makes a really appreciative noise, halfway between a growl and a moan. “Anyone who says you’re dumb is wrong and needs a punch in the face from Puckzilla,” he says, thrusting his hips forward again, “because doing it like this is the best idea ever.”
It’s as near a declaration of love as Finn’s going to get any time soon. Finn doesn’t mind that though. Not as long as he gets to have this- Puck eager and hard, rubbing against him in a steady rhythm and making those little turned on noises that are softer than Finn would have expected from a guy like Puck.
Finn tips his head back as Puck’s hands slide up his sides, mouth finding the base of Finn’s neck. There’s a sharp edge of teeth against sensitive skin that makes Finn hiss in surprise. It makes Puck laugh, a full body laugh that makes Finn’s skin buzz everywhere they’re touching. When he kisses the still laughing Puck, it tickles his lips and tongue and he has to tear his mouth away to gasp in Puck’s ear instead as Puck picks up the pace and Finn has to match his speed as he grinds forward to meet Puck’s thrusts.
Finn isn’t sure how long they stay like that, building an easy rhythm between them with the occasional kiss or graze of teeth against skin. But there are patches on his neck that feel chilled from where Puck’s mouth had been when he realises that as amazing as the friction between them is, it’s not quite enough. He’s achingly hard and desperate for release and he needs more.
Puck makes a shocked noise, a cut off “Fuck!”, when Finn flips them around so that Puck’s back is to the wall. Puck’s eyes are wide in surprise and Finn chuckles, pressing his mouth to the side of Puck’s neck, glad that for once he’s thrown Puck off balance, just a little. He always gets pushed away at this point, before he can leave a mark, but this time Puck makes a sound that could almost be a sigh of happiness and when Finn pulls back and rubs his thumb over the reddened patch of skin, Puck just gives Finn an amused look.
“Can we get back to getting off?” Puck demands and Finn drags him away from the wall towards the desk.
He tries not to think about how Mr Schuester sits at this desk and works as Puck perches on the edge and pulls Finn down to him.
The desk is the perfect height for Finn to grind down against Puck, hands on Puck’s arms as they kiss, feeling the muscles tighten and relax as Puck pushes up to meet Finn. It’s a good angle and they’re moving at a faster pace.
Finn can feel it building inside him, intense white hot heat that he’s suddenly aching for, and the steady rhythm falters. It’s replaced with frantic rutting that might not be elegant but Finn thinks it feels fucking amazing. The lazy kisses have been abandoned and replaced by mostly just panting into each other’s mouths, broken by the occasional “Fuck,” or “Yeah, like that,” or “Jesus, Puck”.
Finn loves the feeling he gets right before he comes. He’d never been able to savour it before with his...problem. Things with Puck had- mostly- broken him of his hair trigger issues enough that they could go like this for awhile, staying right on the brink of awesomeness until he just couldn’t take it anymore. He’s there now, and it takes one, two, three more thrusts down against Puck to slip over the edge.
His hands on Puck’s shoulders are the only things that feel grounded as he groans and feels his mind white out for a second that seems to last an eternity. When Finn can see and think straight he finds himself staring at Puck’s face- closed eyes with lashes fluttering against flushed cheeks, and red, used lips.
Finn isn’t sure at what point Puck came, and he’s still in the post orgasm glow where he doesn’t really care, which is kind of shitty of him considering Puck’s his boyfriend. Sure, it’s a secret relationship, but he’s still a boyfriend and Finn had dated Quinn and Rachel long enough to learn that you’re supposed to put your partner’s needs first.
He feels kind of bad so he rests his forehead against Puck’s and stares at him until Puck opens his eyes.
“You weigh a ton.” Puck sounds annoyed, but he doesn’t push Finn away so Finn doesn’t move.
Puck does that a lot, Finn’s noticed. He says shit like that that makes him sound like he’s pissed at Finn when really he’s saying “I want you to blow me later,” or “Let’s drive to the other side of town so we can go on a date without anyone finding out,” or “I want you”.
“How long have we been in here?” Finn asks, and when Puck shrugs he pushes himself up to fish his cell out of his back pocket. He’s not sure whether it’d survive being pressed up against the wall and as he stands he thinks maybe they hadn’t thought the whole dry humping thing through. His boxers feel uncomfortably damp and the seam of his jeans that had only added to the awesome friction when they’d been grinding against each other is now chafing him a bit.
On the other hand, Finn has jizzed in his pants more times than he’ll ever, ever admit, but at least this time it’s from having some awesome sex with Puck instead of accidentally on his own.
Finn tugs at his jeans, trying to shift them so he’s more comfortable and pulls his cell phone out of his pocket just as the final bell rings. He turns to Puck.
“Shit.”
Puck shrugs, then lifts his arms above his head, stretching. Finn can’t stop himself from staring at the line of skin revealed as Puck’s shirt hem rises.
“Chill,” Puck says, forcing Finn to lift his eyes to Puck’s face instead of his bellybutton. “I told you, Mr Schue will be cool with us skipping class.”
Finn shakes his head. That’s not all he’s worried about. “But what about-”
He’s interrupted by the sound of the choir room door banging open.
“...really think we should try the classics. Like Barbra. I think “Tell Him” would perfectly showcase my voice and...” they hear Rachel say, answered by a snort that could belong to pretty much anyone.
“Fuck,” Finn says. Puck looks momentarily worried, then shrugs again.
“Sit down,” he say, and Finn does, just as Mr Schuester opens the door.
“Finn! Puck!” Mr Schuester stares at them in surprise. “What’re you two...”
Puck stands up, looking concerned. “I’m sorry we missed class, Mr Schue,” he says. “Finn wasn’t feeling very well. He remembered you keep some throat spray in here and what with Regionals being so close...” he trails off and Finn can’t help but be impressed by the easy lie.
Mr Schuester nods, walking over to Finn with a worried frown. Finn really hopes he can’t smell his jizz as he leans in and motions for Finn to open his mouth.
“Does it hurt anymore?” he asks, peering at Finn’s throat for a long moment.
“Not anymore,” Finn answers and Mr Schuester steps back.
“It seems to be okay,” he says, “But you were right to treat it straight away. Good thinking, Puck. Do you think you can sing today?”
Finn nods. “I think so, Mr Schue,” he says, not looking at Puck when their teacher seems to take the wavering of Finn’s voice, from worry at getting caught and amusement at how smoothly Puck had lied, as bravely soldiering on.
“Let’s get to work then,” Mr Schuester says, clapping Puck on the shoulder as he leads the way to the rest of Glee club.
Puck raises an eyebrow at Finn in a look that clearly says, “Told you so, you pussy,” as Finn walks past him.
They take their customary seats, and no one seems to notice their arrival from the office instead of the hallway. Finn can’t help but marvel at how they’ve gotten away with it so easily but then he hears Santana exclaim, “What the hell is that?”
He glances over, finding her pointing at the mark he’d left on Puck’s neck. He’s about to freak out, because this is not how he wants everyone to find out he and Puck have been, well, fucking for the past three months and that it’s maybe their anniversary next week and they’ve made plans to get a couple of cans of light beer and drive out to one of the big fields on the outskirts of town and ‘celebrate’.
But Puck just shoves Santana’s hand away and rolls his eyes and says, “It’s a hickey. Not like I’ve never had one before”, and that’s the end of that.
Finn shifts in his seat, glad he wore dark jeans today. He can feel the come drying on his skin and it’s just not as awesome if it’s just his own. He’d never admit it, because it’d probably fall into Puck’s ‘things that are too gay’ category- a category that is steadily shrinking as they get more adventurous with each other- but he likes the feeling of Puck coming on him, likes the taste of it as he’s swallowing it down.
Finn swallows just thinking about it, and steals a glance at Puck. Puck isn’t looking at Finn- he’s busy hitting on Brittany and there might have been a time that Finn would have been jealous of Puck being Puck but he knows Puck never follows through on the flirting. Not anymore. And Finn can look at him and think ‘he’s mine’ and know that it’s true.
He’s thinking that now and it makes his heart beat a little harder, makes his hand itch to touch, makes his dick twitch in interest. Finn wonders if this is what happened to Puck earlier, if this is the reason he’d grabbed Finn the way he had. Because Finn thinks that if the room wasn’t full of people he might not be able to stop himself from tugging off Puck’s shirt and kissing a path down his chest and then lower.
Mr Schuester breaks through Finn’s thoughts with a lecture on keeping their heads in the game and staying focused, which makes Finn bite his lip to stop smiling. He does his best to push thoughts of Puck aside as they run through a song together.
Afterwards, Quinn and Mercedes and Artie perform their assignments of the week. Finn claps and sings along and thinks that he’s glad it’s not his turn to perform because he’d probably find himself singing ‘I Wanna Sex You Up’ at Puck and blowing their cover.
Finn loves Glee, but he’s never been so eager for Mr Schuester to call it a day and send them home with the unnecessary reminder that Regionals are just around the corner.
He’s shoving his sheet music into his bag when Puck approaches.
“Hey,” Puck says. “Want a lift home?”
Finn grins. “Sure,” he replies as calm and cool as he can manage, knowing that in twenty minutes they’ll be alone in a locked bedroom and he’ll be able to do to Puck everything he’d been thinking about earlier.
They head for the door together, and when Finn hears Tina say, “Does this means they’re friends again?” he only manages to hold back his laughter until they’re safely inside the car and his hand is sliding up Puck’s thigh as Puck shoves the car into drive.
If they only knew.