[Glee] Not gay
Title: Not gay
Author: Mokoshna
Pairing: Puck/Finn
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Up to 1X16, Home
Disclaimer: Fox owns Glee, not me.
Summary: It's not gay if the balls don't touch.
Warning: PWP, lots of swearing
Notes: My first fic in english. For real.
Sorry if there are grammatical errors in it, english isn't my first language and it was un-betaed (I know it's not the wisest way to do it but I always worked like that). I was just writing this as an exercise or something. If it's that bad, just tell me, I don't bite - not through the internet, anyway).
Have fun!
It all began with Kurt's performance at the Glee club. Finn always knew Puck was a jerk, but he didn't need to be one at such an extent. So what if it was totally uncomfortable and sort of creepy? Kurt was a good guy. A little... extreme with his gayness and all that thing he had with beauty products and interior design and whatever, but he had a good voice and he was loyal to his friends.
"So, what's going on between you and gay boy?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Puck smirked. Finn had this sudden urge to punch him. Luckily, they were alone after practice: the other players already left to bully some nerds who came for the chess tournament they had in the school. Finn found it weird that Puck didn't join but he chose to let it slide. Maybe Puck decided to be good for once?
Ha, fat chance. Puck just wanted to bully Finn instead, apparently.
"Oh, please. He keeps oggling you all the time and then, he sings this ridiculously cheesy song while throwing you those glances. You know, the kind girls do when they want to have sex with me except it's with you."
"I don't like Kurt like that!"
"Didn't say you do, dude, but there's obviously something going on. Come on, you can tell Pucksie, he won't make fun of you. Not too much, at least."
"No, seriously, we're not an item or what crazy theory you have in your head. So stop it right now!"
"Ok, fine, be like that. It's called denial, by the way. Have fun with Fancy Fag, Finessa."
"Shut up!"
Finn was so furious he closed his locker door with too much force. Granted, it was an old thing but how would he explain the bent hinges to coach Tanaka? Puck laughed.
"Oh boy, that's so queer! You're going out with Lady Gaga, aren't you?"
Finn sighed. He would not lose his temper. After what happened the last time with Quinn, he was afraid he would just flip and kill Puck. Not a good idea, even if it was very tempting right now.
"I'm not going out with Kurt, he grumbled. And if I was, but I'm not, what difference does it make for you?"
"You're kidding, right? I have enough with one fag in my immediate proximity, ya know. I don't want another one in my life!"
"So congratulations, you don't. I swear I'm totally heterosexual."
"Don't shit with me."
Finn threw him a death glare.
"I don't. What makes you think I'm interested, anyway?"
"Well, you kind of live with him..."
"Shut up ! We're like brothers now, ok? You're out of it, man! What's your problem?"
Puck kept silent.
"Hey!"
"Nothing," he mumbled.
He started to go away. Finn had enough of this nonsense. He grabbed Puck by his collar and threw him to the wall.
"What's your problem, jackass?"
Puck jerked him away.
"Fuck off, dweeb! Don't touch me with your queer hands!"
"I'm not gay, dammit!"
"Keep saying that, maybe someone will start to believe it."
"What's with this shit? You want to fight or what? 'Cause if it's my fist you want in your face, that can be arranged, you know."
It was so, so easy to start a fight with him, these days. Finn could picture it: Puck and him rolling on the floor, bashing their heads on the walls, tasting each other's blood. M. Schuester would say it was not a solution, but who cared? He only wanted to vent and besides, it was sort of a tradition between them. He already fought with Puck in the past, about Quinn, about Rachel, about a lot of subjects that didn't have to include girls or a gay guy. So what if they weren't really friends anymore? They were still in the same team, they still sang together and... well, that was all, but it didn't mean they hated each other.
In retrospect, they kind of did, but that wasn't the point. To prove whatever he had to prove, Finn threw the first punch. Puck didn't wait to do the same and after that, they wrestled so hard they broke the bench. Rachel would say they were such boys and God, couldn't he think by himself without adding someone else's thoughts in the equation? Soon, he would hear voices in his head or something equally freaky!
"Why were we fighting again?"
They were a mess. That's what happens after ten minutes of dirty fight, Artie would say. Finn didn't even care anymore about his sanity. If he was crazy, at least he wasn't a total jerk like a certain guy with a mohawk.
"No idea, Puck snorted through his bleeding nose. Must have been about a girl. Or something like that."
They were sitting at the floor, tired and panting from the effort. Finn was glad no one came; it would've been a shame to be interrupted. They were having fun, sort of, the kind they had when they were still friends. His mother called it guy bonding or something. For Finn, it was just the way things were between Puck and him.
"Shit, I remember, Puck said. It was about Kurt. The fag who sang you a love song."
"Oh, yeah. It wasn't a love song, by the way. And I'm not gay."
"You're sure?"
"Why do you want me to be gay so badly?"
Puck shrugged.
"So I have an excuse to punch you?"
"Since when do you need an excuse to punch something or someone?"
Finn wasn't furious anymore, just a little grumpy. And he wanted an answer. Puck then... pouted. He really did have pouty lips, Finn realized. It was kind of... sexy. And disturbing.
"I missed you, ok? Damn, don't make me confess. That's so lame."
"Huh?"
"Shut up! I was lonely!"
"Lonely? How about Quinn? She's with you!"
Thinking about her still hurt. Puck didn't say a word; he just put his head between his head, like when M. Stanley, the Social Studies teacher, heard about Brittany's theory about the Greeks and their crazy craving of grapes.
"You're such a dumbass, he mumbled."
"Hey ! You want another round or what?"
"That's what I like about you. Like every other girl and freak around here. It's so not fair!"
"What?"
There was something he didn't understand, starting by the way Puck looked at him. He opened his mouth to say something but he soon forgot about it the second Puck leaned on him to kiss his lips.
"Wha... The hell? Puck ! Are you out of your mind?"
Finn wanted to push him away but no use, Puck was restraining his movements. Where did he find the energy ? Finn was aching all over because of the fight ! It must have been those ridiculous big arms, he thought. But damn ! Just because he was built like a catcher didn't mean he had to be all touchy like them !
"Fuck! Stop it, I mean it!"
"You're so hot when you're all frustrated," Puck whispered. "Like a chick with a dick."
"What? Did I hit you too hard on the head or what? Let me go, you asshole!"
"That's totally your fault," Puck continued as if Finn didn't say anything. "Shaking your hips during basketball practice."
"I didn't!"
"And during rehearsal."
"Are you crazy?"
When a hand, a very masculine hand slipped under his shorts to grope him, Finn knew he was screwed. He was already half hard (what could he say? He was a teenager) and dripping wet, so it was only a matter of time before he came, with his little almost virgin problem and all that.
"Shit! Don't do that to me, man!"
"You're so hot," Puck said before kissing him again.
Okay, so he had two options. Pushing Puck away and flee and pretend nothing happened, or let it flow and then pretend nothing happened. The logical choice was the first one, obviously. He could do that.
"Puck," he began, but Puck chose this second to make something with his fingers that made Finn see stars, litterally.
He was so so screwed. Not that it was a bad thing by itself, but it was with Puck and he was not ready and it was with a guy and a jerk and did he mention it was with Puck? So not a good idea. Hello, the guy who made Finn's girlfriend pregnant and proceeded to ruin his life?
Puck made this noise with his throat and suddenly, Finn sort of forgot what the big deal was. Or something.
"You taste good."
"Shut up."
Suddenly, his world was all Puck. His hand on Finn's dick, caressing him like he was some fucking pet, making him mad with desire while his tongue licked every ounce of skin it could reach. This guy was a fucking sex machine, the bastard. It was hard getting mad at him when he kept giving you those little touches that made you want to beg for more. Finn's shirt was tossed over his head and landed somewhere under the broken bench. Not that Finn had the capacity to care just right now. Puck's other hand found his left nipple and God, was that the thing Santana felt when he pinched her there? That was awesome! Maybe he could compare notes with her or something.
God, that thought was so gay it hurt.
"I'm serious, Finn hissed, his voice weak and shaky. I'm not gay!"
"And I'm a fuckin' virgin, Puck chuckled. Come on, babe, can't you appreciate my efforts to help you?"
"How does this... help me?" he moaned.
"I'm volunteering to have sex with you so you can get rid of your virginity. Isn't that great, lover boy?"
Between two kisses, Finn managed to blurt:
"I'm not a virgin anymore."
That certainly stopped Puck doing... whatever he was doing with his tongue.
"Excuse me, what?"
"I did it with Santana. One week ago."
"Ok, that's creepy."
"Shut up."
"Make me."
"You sound like some bad porn."
"You remember who you're talking to? I'm the definition of porn, babe."
"Romantic."
"We're dudes, what romance do you want? I'm not gay like PussyKurt!"
"Hum, don't you have your hand on my dick? That looks pretty gay to me."
"Look who's talking! And you know, it's not gay if the balls don't touch!"
Finn had to think about it for one minute... and then he gave up. Too technical.
"Yeah, whatever. Your hand is still on my dick."
"Of course it is, I want to fuck you!"
"And this is not gay?"
"If we manage to do it without the balls touching."
Finn gave him an empty stare.
"You're pretty fucked up, you know that? Of course you know, all the school knows you're a jerk. The biggest jerk that ever walked on these grounds."
"What can I say? I'm hot. And horny. So... let's be not gay?"
That was crazy. Absolute madness. But Finn would be a hypocrite if he said he wasn't turned on.
"No fucking. But I kind of like your hand where it is."
"Great, because you have hands too. And a pretty mouth with those lips. They're begging to suck on something."
"Bastard."
"Hey, can't blame them. All this beefcake is making them drool, I'm sure."
"What?"
"Just suck me, baby."
"You're the one with pouty lips."
"You're right. And now, I'll make good use of them. You see? It's a win-win situation."
-"Ass."
They kissed. It was all weird and God, it was Puck but aside of that, it wasn't so bad. Finn just had to focus on the hand on his dick and not the guy who owned it.
"Hey, don't stay like that, do something!"
"Sorry, Finn mumbled. I can't seem to... think straight."
"Damn right you can't," Puck chuckled.
Then he did something crazy. He went down there and oh shit, there was no warning and what happened to Finn's shorts again? He swore he was wearing them one minute ago. Maybe they were with his shirt.
"Oh fuck."
Puck didn't answer. It was a good thing, really, because his mouth was on Finn's dick, sucking like there was no tomorrow. It was wonderful and magical and fuck, it was Puck. Finn's life was really a mess.
He came within seconds. Puck didn't protest when the first spurt of cum went down his throat; he even drank everything. It was so weird and yet, so strangely satisfying. Finn didn't move, even breathing was difficult.
"That was... great, he blurted, exhausted."
"Good. Your turn."
"Huh?"
"You didn't honestly think I was doing this for free? Your turn, suck me, babycake."
Finn made a face.
"I don't think I can do it."
"It's that or you let me fuck you, your choice."
"But I'm a man!"
"And? An asshole is an asshole."
"You are the asshole."
"It's just fair. I suck you, you suck me. Tables clear, everyone's happy and we can keep banging girls."
"Jerk."
But even Finn had to admit Puck had a point. So he leaned down, a blush covering his cheeks.
"It's my first time with a guy so no comment, ok ? Or I'll keep punching you until your entire face blends with your mohawk."
Puck snorted but fortunately, he decided to stay silent. Finn fumbled with his clothes. His hands were trembling. What was he doing? Puck's eyes were fixed on him, it was so unnerving and exciting at the same time. And he was naked. If someone decided to come in this moment, they were screwed.
"Let me, Puck sighed."
Finn shuddered. Puck grabbed his hands, gently.
"It's like being with a girl at her first time."
"Shut up."
"Here."
He put his pants on the ground.
"Love what you see?"
There was a distinctive tent on Puck's boxer. Finn closed his eyes. His confusion was starting to overwhelm him.
"Hey!"
"Give me a moment, will you ? I can't do this with my eyes open. Not now."
Puck seemed fine with it, because he said nothing. Slowly, Finn used his hands to bring down the boxer. He felt Puck shudder; was it so pleasing? His dick was exposed, Finn knew it but he didn't dare to touch it for now. It was too scary. An all too new experience.
"Don't make that face."
"What face?"
"Like I'm raping you. I didn't force you."
"Are you kidding? You pushed me on the ground!"
"But I'm not pounding into you right now because you said you didn't want it, Puck insisted. I may be a jerk and an asshole and the badest bully who ever bullied, but I'm not a rapist, even if the other person is a guy. Don't underestimate me, Finessa."
"Sorry. It's just... very confusing."
"I know, Puck whispered. Confusing and scary and it goes against eveything you know about yourself."
"And it's not gay."
"Yeah, forgot about this part. Not gay. Totally."
"Right. We're doing this because we're horny and confused and experimenting."
He was beginning to sound like Ms Pillsbury and wasn't that scary?
"That's it," Puck said. "Even if, theorically, I love you in a not gay way, it doesn't mean anything."
"What?"
"Forget it."
"Ok."
"Look at me."
Finn tried to. He passed over Puck's dick (God, it was huge and red and circumcised) and looked at Puck. Like, really looked at him.
"You're still the same."
Puck seemed puzzled for a moment... then he snorted.
"Fine with me. Now suck it, babe. And be creative. I don't want to be put on sleep."
"Ass."
"Bring it on."
Finn did his best, really. That didn't mean he was okay with it and it certainly wasn't something he would do in a regular basis, but it wasn't so bad. He just had to imagine he was masturbating. Simple, really.
"Put it in your mouth," Puck grumbled.
Finn tried to. At first, he couldn't do it. It pulsed, it was hot and moist and he was so weirded out he could cry. He wondered about the taste. He kind of tasted himself once, when he was twelve and started masturbating. It had been disgusting.
"What are you waiting for?" Puck grumbled. Come on, do it.
Better not to think too much about it. Eyes still closed, Finn opened his mouth and put Puck's dick inside.
"Ouch! Be careful!"
Finn didn't answer. He had a mouthful and it was so, so crazy, Puck's dick against his palate. He tried moving his tongue. The smell and the taste assaulted him ; something spicy and salted and... weird, but not as disgusting as his those years ago. Maybe it changed when they aged. Or it was only Puck. He even swallowed the pre-cum.
"Oh shit, Puck whispered, you're so hot right now. Yeah, babe, keep moving your tongue, just like that."
Finn tried breathing through his nose, but it was kind of difficult with Puck's smell making him all giddy. He felt like some schoolgirl kissing for the first time. Except it was a blowjob (a lousy one, probably), it was with Puck and he was having a hard time convincing himself it was not gay.
"Why did you stop?"
"I can't breathe."
"Yeah, that's the effect I have on people."
"Jerk."
He squeezed Puck's cock, just enough to make the other whimper. Good. He was starting to like it, in some perverse way. If he could shut him up, just a little...
"You fucking... come on, don't leave me like that!"
Tentativelly, Finn licked the side of his dick. Puck shuddered, his face frozen in pure ecstasy. Finn grinned. All these years, he searched for a way to control Puck so he wouldn't be so... Puck, and all he had to do was this! Even if it was fucked up and... well, gay, maybe it was worth the weirdness and the humiliation they would suffer if they were discovered.
Good for him he had all this experience licking lollipops from when he was young and still innocent. He just had to think of this as a big human, Puck flavored lollipop and it would be fine. And he had to remember to leave his teeth. No crunching.
"Oh shit," Puck cried, "where did you learn to blow like that?"
Finn smiled. Yeah, it was fun indeed. To have Puck all sweaty and weak under his hands, his eyes closed in pure bliss, was satisfactory enough to continue.
He came without warning. Finn felt his dick pulsing and then, the first spurt took him by surprise. He withdrew immediatly, but it was a mistake : his face was soon covered in cum. Puck shivered, a goofy grin on his lips, his hand gripping Finn's head so he couldn't retreat.
"Shit!" Finn cried. "Stop it!"
He managed to free himself, but the damage was done. He took the first thing he found to wipe his face.
Hey, that's my jacket!" Puck said.
"Well, if you warned me I wouldn't have to do this," Finn grumbled. "Shit! I got some in my eye!"
"You're so not sexy."
"I don't want to be sexy, I want to take your fucking cum off my face!"
"There, let me."
Puck grabbed a wet towel and then proceeded to wipe away all the remaining cum. Finn was so puzzled that he didn't try to stop him.
"You're weird."
"Hey, I may be a player, but I'm a gentleman after sex. Always clean the girl."
"I'm not a girl."
"Yeah, whatever, you know what I mean."
"And we didn't have sex."
"You came, I came, what more do you need?"
"It was only..."
"Hey, next time, let's blow each other at the same time, huh? That would be totally hot."
"Next time? There will be no next time!"
"Oh, man... It was good!"
"No, it was not. I'm not gay."
Puck snorted.
"Yeah, whatever you say. So, next time?"
Finn sighed. He had to admit it was fun, and hot and so weird it became arousing. Oh, well.
"Not now. We have to go to the Glee club, remember?"
"Yeah, but after that?"
"We'll see."
"See what?"
"If you're a good boy."
Puck just laughed.