Glee - SLL Verse - Attention Grabbing - 5/8 - NC17
A week into winter break, Finn’s mom and Burt left, the day after Christmas. They were finally having a honeymoon as an anniversary present to themselves. They would be back at the end of the month and were trusting the boys to behave for the week. Finn, Kurt and Puck had put together what they could to give them a week in February, not knowing they were going in December, so they would have a second week then as well.
Puck was at the door five minutes before their parents left, and then the three went to Finn’s room to play Black Ops, much to Kurt’s dismay. After an hour of clobbering the youngest, giving him pointers, and having him try to shove them around to mess up their aim, the doorbell rang.
“Who the fuck-?” Puck started as Kurt jumped up, dropping the controller.
“Shit!”
“What the hell, dude?” Finn asked, pausing the game as Kurt ran out of the room.
“Would you get that?” he called back as he disappeared into his bedroom.
Finn looked back at Puck who shrugged. Going downstairs, Finn was surprised, and displeased, to see Blaine at the door. “What are you doing here?” Finn rolled his eyes at Puck’s question.
“I’m here for Kurt,” Blaine answered, raising an eyebrow. “I got tickets to a show tonight.”
“A show, huh?” Finn stepped on Puck’s foot. Yes, it was annoying that Blaine was taking Kurt away for the night, but being rude wasn’t going to accomplish anything.
“Yes. A show. Could I come in?”
“You can wait right there,” Puck nearly growled.
“Dude,” Finn hissed. “Chill out.”
“Actually, Blake-”
“It’s Blaine-”
“-Whatever. Let’s have a chat for a minute.” Puck shoved past Finn and went on the porch with Blaine, closing the door behind them. Finn sighed, rolling his eyes. When Kurt came hurrying down the steps a few moments later, Finn looked up from where he was leaning against the door with his arms crossed.
“Where’s Blaine?”
“Outside with Puck.”
“Why?” Kurt looked a bit horrified. Finn almost smiled. Instead he shrugged. He moved from the door when Kurt gave him a sharp nudge to open the door.
“-got me?”
“Puckerman!” Kurt snapped. “Stop threatening my boyfriend! We’ve been dating for almost nine months now; we are long past the appropriate window for threats.”
“I wasn’t threatening anybody, was I?” Puck was glaring at Blaine, like he was daring him to tell Kurt what was going on.
“Not precisely, no. Ready to go, Kurt?”
Stupid, perfect, dapper, charming, fuckwad. Finn wanted to punch that damn grin off his face, watch the white teeth drip with blood and fall out. Shit, he had to go kill some more pixelated dicks playing from across the country or he was gonna end up breaking furniture.
Kurt took Blaine’s arm and made his way down the walk with him, calling back, “I don’t know when we’ll be back! Leave the door unlocked for me?”
Finn didn’t answer vocally, but nodded. He and Puck watched as they drove off, then stormed back into the house. “Go load the fucking game again,” Finn growled, slamming things around in the kitchen, looking for Burt’s beer.
“Bring your mom’s tequila,” was Puck’s answer and he stomped up the stairs.
When he found it, Finn started up the stairs. “This is so stupid!” he shouted.
“I know! That dude is a fucking creep!”
“Seriously!” Finn reached the landing and headed to his room. “I almost hit him, he was so smug when Kurt got there!”
“Don’t get me started! The ass actually called me jealous! As if! I mean, maybe I want Kurt, but I am not jealous of that douche! They’re never gonna last but I really think we’ve got a shot at at least a semi-long haul, don’t you?”
“Maybe,” Finn sighed, sitting on the bed beside Puck and handing over a beer, setting the liquor between their feet and the rest of the beer on the bed. “If Kurt would dump him.”
“Whatever.” Puck chugged the beer and threw the can across the room. “Let’s play. I need to kill somebody.”
About an hour later, they had finished the six pack but hadn’t cracked the tequila yet. Puck cussed and threw down his controller.
“I can’t fucking concentrate!”
“Huh?” Finn was pretty sure he was a little buzzed after drinking three beers. He didn’t drink as often as Puck, but he was bigger, so he was pretty sure they were close to even. Maybe.
“What do you think they’re doing?”
“Kurt?”
“Yes! That dick took him to a show. What kind of show? Where? Do you think they’re fucking in their seats?”
“I doubt it. Kurt doesn’t seem to be a public sex kind of guy.”
“I guess.”
“I almost walked in on his dad giving him the sex talk last spring and he literally had his fingers in his ears.”
Puck snorted. “That’s because it was his dad, dude. Think if your mom did that.”
“But your mom did it for me.”
“I know. But Kurt didn’t have that.”
“Oh. Yeah, that would be weird.”
“Ugh. He was all smug and smirking and shit. Like he knows I want Kurt and, haha, he’s had it. Fuck.”
“You really think they have?”
“I don’t know! Maybe. They’re both dudes, why wouldn’t they?”
“Maybe Kurt didn’t want to? He puts a lot of meaning into this stuff.”
“Shit. I don’t know.”
“That’s why I didn’t want us to go after just sex with him. He’ll want more.”
“But you want more now, too, right?”
“Yeah, I do.” It was worrying to confess, but Finn couldn’t lie to Puck, even if he was his competition. He really didn’t want to work against him, because Puck always got who he wanted. Working together would probably increase their chances and…well, Puck was built. Finn really liked getting off together, and he loved the new intimacy in their relationship. He didn’t want to lose that over Kurt. “Do you?”
“Yeah.” Puck turned to face Finn. “Do you think he’ll want us? Either of us?” Finn shrugged. “Well if he doesn’t, he’s stupid, right?”
“But… Kurt’s not stupid. He’s, like, the smartest dude I know.”
“Well there’s our answer! He’s not stupid so of course he’ll want us. Because we are a good looking pair, you and me.” Finn was certain they were acting a little tipsier than he thought they were, but as Puck moved closer, he didn’t really dwell on it. Their foreheads were touching when Puck whispered, “Can I…?”
Finn nodded. He didn’t know exactly what Puck wanted but he had a good idea and it sounded awesome.
When Puck pressed their mouths together, Finn gasped through his nose. After a moment, he was pressing back and they were kissing. It was weird and different, but he was right. It was awesome.
It wasn’t like kissing Quinn, with her soft lips covered in slick lip gloss that tasted like strawberries. Or Rachel’s thin lips with plain chap stick. And nothing like Santana with her lipstick and perfume so heavy it stung his nose.
Puck’s lips were the plumpest of them all, not soft or slippery, but dry and a little cracked. They were also more forceful than any girl he’d kissed, except maybe Santana. Finn felt his lips being pried open by Puck’s and another tongue slid against the gums under his upper lip.
He groaned and stifled the laugh, he refused to think of it as a giggle, that swelled up. Puck smiled against him and kissed harder, his tongue delving into the small gap between Finn’s top and bottom teeth. When their tongues brushed, he opened his mouth further, wanting the touch again. Puck was leaning closer, forcing Finn to move backward.
Finn’s eyes were closed, focusing on the sensation in his mouth, his right hand grasping Puck’s shirt at the shoulder. When he fell off the bed ass first, his eyes snapped open just before Puck came crashing down with him, lips mashing painfully between teeth.
“Ow.” They were moaning in slight pain, but the laughter was overbearing it. After a few seconds, Puck moved back in. They made out on the floor for a while, Finn wasn’t sure how long. All he really knew was the wet slide of tongue against tongue and the hard warmth of Puck’s cock on his thigh, even through two pairs of pants.
Finn shifted his hips to press his own dick against Puck and moaned. Puck scrambled back and Finn stared up incredulously. “What the fuck? Are you having a gay freak out now?”
“Wha? No! Bed,” Puck answered, crawling up and tearing off his top.
“Oh.” Getting with the program, Finn shucked his shirt and followed Puck up. Puck was lying on his back, so Finn slid between his legs, matching their crotches up, and dove for more kisses. Puck moved his hips, rolling them together and Finn groaned. “Fuck.”
Finn started humping against him, thrusting him into the bed. Puck started panting, and Finn let him focus on breathing by moving his mouth to Puck’s neck.
“Shit, Finn.” He heard Puck swallow and Finn growled into his neck, grinding his hips harder. Puck’s hands were clutching at his back, short, bitten nails trying to dig in. Tiny scratches were left and Finn moaned. He bit down gently and Puck bucked underneath him. “Finn! Fuck!”
Finn smirked, pulling his head back. “Liked that?” he asked, still circling his hips.
“Yes,” Puck growled. Finn grinned, moving to bite at Puck’s other shoulder. Puck moaned, pushing at Finn’s ass. As Finn pulled away again, he thought he heard something downstairs.
“Did you hear-?”
“No don’t you dare stop, I swear I will kill you I am this close-” Puck was speaking in a rush and spreading his legs and pulling Finn closer, so Finn went in for another kiss. He could feel his peak nearing and his hips moved faster and harder in anticipation. Puck was whimpering, whimpering, into his mouth. Finn opened his eyes, desperate to see Puck’s face. His eyes were screwed shut, his hands were clenching around Finn’s ass, and it was just too much.
As he tipped over the edge, Finn bit down on Puck’s tongue. His eyes snapped open before he let out a shout and came too. They lay there, panting in each other’s faces until Finn heard a sound from the door.
“Sorry.” It was small, quiet. They whipped their heads around to see Kurt standing in the doorway, flushed bright red. They all stared for a moment before Kurt turned and ran down the hall. He didn’t respond to the calls of his name, and Finn sighed when his door slammed shut.
“Fuck.”