Disclaimer: Jesse and Puck are not mine. Little of this plot is either…

A/N1: This is for Claudia and Rowan and their penchants for weird sex acts apparently.

"Look, I'm doing my best… Rachel's a nice person… I am!"

Puck cocked his head, listening to the half conversation. Someone was on the phone. Feeling like he should be wearing a dark suit and sun glasses inside to hide his identity – though as the only boy with a non tie-dyed short Mohawk it might be difficult. Maybe a wig… - he crept towards the home economics classroom and peered around the door. Jesse? What was the new kid doing in the otherwise empty classroom? Perched on one of the desks, Jesse had his head in one of his hands. The other held the phone.

"New Directions isn't competition! I don't need to do anything! Seriously!... Yes… Yes I'll talk to him… The Cheerleading Coach might be a help. She has it in for Schuester."

Say what? Puck raised an eyebrow. Was Jesse selling out the William McKinley Glee Club? Was this what Puck was witnessing?

"If I get the lead male vocal for their number at Regionals, then leave, they're screwed… Yes I understand… Alright. Don't text me again though; Rachel is somewhat suspicious… OK… Bye."

Jesse was staring down at the phone – no doubt hanging up and clearing his call history – but his head shot up when he heard the door click closed. "Puck… What?"

Refusing to look at the older boy, Puck made his way to the fridge. There was always food in the home economic room and he was hungry. "Heard your voice from the corridor. You really should shut that door." He tugged the door open and was presented with a collection of bowls of soup which had clearly been this day's project. That was boring.

"You were eavesdropping?" Jesse's voice was carefully controlled. No doubt he was hoping that Puck hadn't heard his conversation. Puck shut the fridge, and moved to the cupboard.

"You were plotting the destruction of the Glee club we've worked so hard for?" Puck asked, in the same tone. Ahaha! He had to hide his elation as he pulled a packet of cheesy puffs from the cupboard.

"Shit."

"Yup."

Puck rose to stand and looked at Jesse properly for the first time. The older boy had paled visibly, but Puck didn't care. He was angry. God was he angry! The Gleeks had enough opposition in the form of Sue Sylvester and every twit who decided that they were better than them, outside the club. Ignoring the clueless sweetie Brittany and conniving but reportedly apologetic Santana – Puck was sure they didn't need to be destroyed from the inside out as well. And Quinn wouldn't let him leave, and he needed Quinn to be happy for himself.

"I can explain," Jesse stated.

"Can you really?" Puck turned, pulling the crisp packet open. "See, I don't think you have to. As far as I can tell, you plan to break Rachel's heart and simultaneously drop out of Glee when we need you most." He took a step forwards. "Is that it? Roughly?"

"Exactly." Jesse could do nothing but guardedly watch as Puck threw a crisp in his mouth.

"Well you're lucky… I don't care whether we win or lose," Puck said, mouth full.

"Then why're you in Glee?" Jesse didn't know where he stood. He had very little to do with Noah Puckerman.

Puck was casually searching through for a particular crisp, and replied, "Sex. I wanted to get my leg over your girlfriend. Oh don't look surprised. I get around. I got around. Not so much any more."

"She never said."

"Why would she? Have you listed all the people you've been with?"

"No. But she doesn't know them."

"Well then! Cheesy puff?"

Taken by surprise by the younger boy offering him the packet, Jesse shook his head. "No thanks. Are you going to tell her?"

Puck was thoughtfully quiet for a moment. "That depends on you doesn't it." His hand dove back into the packet. "You want me to keep quiet… But what do I want?" He didn't seem to have an answer.

Jesse gave a nervous chuckle. "So far just sex."

"That's true."

"What?" Jesse's eyes widened, astonished.

Jumping up to sit on the sideboard, Puck tapped his fingers on the side. "Well… I'm not getting any. Quinn won't let me got to anyone else and she's knocked up. And that's just not cool." He was thinking out loud, but Jesse was listening raptly, more out of fear than anything else. "And I'm a guy. It's not fun by myself. Well… it's some fun." His tipped his head back and poured the remains of the crisps down his throat. When he emerged, munching, Jesse took advantage of his silence.

"Are you trying to imply what I think you are?"

"Mmm," said Puck, his mouth stuffed full but nodding.

"Prostitution? Blackmail?"

"Mmm." Puck swallowed heavily. "Summat like that."

Jesse's jaw fell open. "You can't do that."

"What I can't do is ignore what I overheard. I've tried but it hasn't happened. So I'll let you do what you want, if you do what I want."

"What? You want me to… to suck you off… 'Be your bitch'."

"Well yes. What are you doing at the moment?"

"Nothing."

"Great," Puck grinned. "I also have a free period. And there's no one in study hall. So… ah… on your knees."

Ignoring the awkwardness, and the sight of Puck's hands playing on the zip of his trousers, Jesse exclaimed, "No!"

"Oh." Puck's hands stilled. "I guess I'll go tell Rachel then."

"She won't believe you."

"I actually think she might. And if not, the rest of the club will." Puck flexed his fingers, threateningly. "I have that power." He leant forwards." And now, I have it over you."

Attempting to brush the threat way, and more than somewhat irritated by it, Jesse pointed out, "You have cheese powder on your cheek."

One of Puck's eyebrows quirked. "You'd better get rid of it then."

Jesse could see that he was not winning with his exclamations, and lifted a hand to brush it away. It was caught in Puck's hand before he could touch his cheek.

"Nuhuh Mr James."

"Mr St James," pedantically corrected James.

"Mr James…" repeated Puck. "No hands. Your hands should be busy elsewhere. Your tongue can go to work on that."

There was no way out that Jesse could see and reluctantly, humiliated, he slipped off the desk and delicately lapped Puck's cheek. "Lazy hands…" commented Puck. Jesse screwed up his eyes as his hands went down to unzip and unbutton the younger boy's trousers. "Better." Puck turned towards Jesse, whose eyes were still closed, and pressed his lips to his, claiming them furiously.

Jesse tried to resist, pressing his lips tight closed, but Puck's tongue was demanding. Harsh hands pulled at the back of Jesse's head and he was forced to part his lips under Puck's assault.

When the younger boy broke away, his eyes darkened with lust, Puck snarled, "Knees. Now."

That was the first time that Jesse was forced to sell himself to Puck His pride was ground into the floor, and from then on he belonged to Puck. What was worse than the absolute possession, was the very, very small part of Jesse that, when cleaning himself up, found he'd enjoyed himself. Just a little.