Author's Note: Wrote this for fun, I will only continue if I receive reviews. Basically I will write for as long as people want me to. This pairing is of my favourite, Puck and Sam. They were so flirty in the performance of Billionaire I had to ship them. I intentionally made this vague so you can use your imagination to fill in the blanks, wink-wink. And yes, it does get sexier, so calm down.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, the characters from Glee, nor am I in any way related to the show or any other aspects. This fiction depicts graphic content between two males. If you are underage, please stop reading. If fiction of this nature offends you, then you are a horrible horrible person.

-Chapter 1-

The past few weeks had been rough for Sam. Having to live in a motel and take up selling pizzas as a part time job and was what Sam had to do in order to help his parents with the bills. But then Sam's father received a job offer and as a result his family had to relocate. This meant Sam had to change schools and quit his part-time job, but he was okay with the last part. But Sam did want a job, just not one as degrading as pizza delivery. And he got one, full of irony considering he thought his former was degrading. What's more degrading than a pizza delivery boy? A stripper, or so Sam thought.

Sam wasn't planning on circling all the ads in the paper with 'stripper wanted'. It sort of just happened. Using fake identification, Sam managed to sneak inside a gay strip club. He had always liked men, believe it or not (let's not spend time on this fact, it's there). The flatness of their chests and the hard muscles were all a turn on for the promiscuous teen. He diverted his eyes away from the man centre stage, currently vibrating to the beat of the music, Sam went to order himself a drink.

On the bar, he observed a notice that the club was in need of more 'erotic dancers'. Noticing the mounds of cash been thrust at the muscular dancer on stage, Sam inquired to the bartender. Long story short, Sam is now a stripper, and fairly confident, to say the least. He was given monstrous tips from just about every customer when he was on show, but there were some drawbacks. No one knew that Sam worked where he did, not even his family. Sure, he gets a kick out of his submissive stance as a stripper, but being a stripper at his age was considered... 'Inhumane'. Nonetheless, Sam wasn't going to give up his current career – he was raking it in.

One night, after Sam was finished grinding on the pole on the main stage, he was called over by his manager. Sam was wearing his golden briefs from Rocky Horror as he felt they complemented him nicely. He was also drying the sweat from his brow with a cotton hand towel.

"Sam, a customer has requested a private show," his managed stated.

"Sure thing," Sam replied happily. He's been at this job long enough to know how much private show-boaters earn. He draped his hand towel across his shoulders and walked into the allocated room, trying to look as seductive as possible.

The private show room was nothing special. It had no windows and only one door, and a boom box full of music for strippers. There was a light in the centre of the room, and underneath it a plush chair. Occupied by Puck.

"Evening, lady lips." Puck was grinning devilishly, and Sam stood in shock. He didn't want anyone knowing he was a stripper – even people from his old school. Even though, to be honest, Sam had always found Puck attractive. His bad boy aura was nothing but seductive, and he has more experience in bed than anyone Sam ever knew. Just one thing bugged Sam.

"You requested a private show?" Sam interrogated.

"Is that a problem?" Puck replied cockily, pulling out a wad of cash from his pants pocket. "The pool cleaning business is booming lately, and the Puckasaurus wants a show."

"But you're the biggest womanizer at McKinley, why do you want a show from a dude?"

"Don't question me!" Puck said loudly. He pulled a twenty dollar note from his wad of cash and replaced the wad back in his pocket. "Come get it, but you can't use your hands."

Puck placed the note on his pouting lips, and Sam didn't need any more encouragement. He leaned in as Puck slyly shifted the note, resulting in a full frontal kiss between the two. Sam opened his eyes and tried to pull away as soon as he realized the surface adjacent his mouth wasn't hard-earned cash, but Puck pulled him in closer, locking him in by placing his hands on the back of Sam's head. Sam succumbed to his feelings of lust, and reciprocated Pucks kiss. The sucked at each other's mouths for a full minute before Puck slowly loosened his grip. He slipped the twenty into Sam's golden boxers and grinned seductively.

"More of that and you'll be a wearing a belt of my money."

"Well, I guess you will," Sam replied playfully. He pushed Puck back into his chair and switched on the boom box, ready to begin his private show.

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