Disclaimer: I don't own glee.
"Oh my god, Noah…" Kurt moaned.
"You're very good with your hands." He said. Puck smirked.
"Oh yeah, so I've been told."
Finn was walking out of the showers when he heard those familiar voices coming from the locker room. He blushed deeply and looked around. The showers were completely empty. He sighed and walked slowly towards the locker room.
"Ohhh…" a high pitched moan was heard, and Finn froze. He really didn't want to see what puck and Kurt were doing. They sounded…busy.
"Come on Hummel, take it like a man."
"I'm trying, that hurts."
"It'll get better soon…I promise."
"I really hope so."
Finn was standing there, a towel wrapped around his hips, his eyes closed, and he just wanted them to be done and out of there so he could change.
"You like it, don't you?" puck's low voice was heard, and then a small whimper, probably Kurt's.
"You can make a living out of this, you know?" Kurt said, sounding a little breathless. Finn almost choked. A few more moans and groans were heard, most of them by Kurt.
"That's it." puck said.
"Wow. Thanks Noah, that was amazing."
"Oh, it's nothing…"
"No seriously, that's like the best I've ever had."
"Really?"
"Yeah, your massages are better than the spa's."