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Mark Salling: You're the sweetest thing I've ever wanted for Christmas!

Author's Note: This is a sequel to "Blue Balls of Christmas", but it can be read alone. This will be heavy on the smut and light on the plot. I really APPRECIATE reviews and feedback of things you like. Please share your thoughts. Thanks.

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Puck got home from his Nana's and texted his girl.

Puck: I'm home. Pick you up at 10 tomorrow.

RB*: I think you should come early for a "treat".

Puck: Love to. Can't. Have 2 drop the kid at sitters at 9:45.

RB*: Guess I'll just have to take care of it myself.

Puck groaned. She was fighting dirty. It had only been two days, but shit. He needed it.

Puck: U don't fit fair.

RB*: So don't fight me.

The next day his mom was still sleeping, but he stood in her doorway to tell her goodbye and she called out to him that there was a bag on her dresser for him.

Awesome. Another present. He picked it up and peeked inside. Shit. Astroglide and a box of condoms. What the hell?

"Mom? What the hell are you doing?"

"I don't want that girl to look like that again, and I don't want you to be a babydaddy again. Use them. You can pretend this is a guys' trip, but you and I both know Rachel will be there or you wouldn't have been okay with leaving to go to your grandma's right before this trip."

Puck didn't say anything. Her Jewish mojo was scary shit. He just told her he loved her and shut the door behind him. He dropped off the kid and went straight to Rachel's. He was packed and ready. They were meeting at the Berry's in ten minutes.

"Miss me, babe?" he asked when he got to the front door.

"Completely. Some parts more than others." She kissed him.

"What'd you do while I was gone?" he asked.

"Santana came over and we went shopping. She stayed with me last night so I wouldn't have to be alone."

He looked at the pile of suitcases by the door.

"You gotta be kidding me! We're only going to be gone a few days. How much shit do you need?"

She bristled. "I only packed what I needed."

"I'm not carrying all this to the car. This is ridiculous. You've gotta be able to get rid of a bag or two."

"Fine." She pouted. "I'll just unpack all the special clothes Santana helped me pick out at the mall yesterday. She was so sure you'd love them, but…"

"Shit. I'll grab them. Get in the car."

Santana and Brittany pulled up just then as did Artie and Finn. They were trying to pile in as few cars as possible, but Puck wanted to be alone with Rachel. He never felt like he got much alone time with her, and he wanted to be able to drive up there with just her. It would only be an hour if the GPS was to be believed. Sam and Quinn were on the same page and paired off in their own vehicle claiming they needed more luggage room than Puck's truck would allow.

Once the group was on the way, they caravanned down the expressway. Rachel was quieter than usual, and he couldn't help but wonder what was up with that.

" 'Sa matter, babe?" He reached out and put a hand on her knee as they drove."

"Noah, I was just hoping you'd be able to stop by earlier for some 'romantic times'. Now we're going to have to drive all the way there, unpack, hang out with our friends for a while, and THEN have romantic times. I want… need more than that."

Puck grinned. He'd barely popped her cherry and she was begging for more. He slid a hand on her knee and rubbed up her leg a little, to tease her more. Seriously, who wore short skirts in Ohio in December?

"Babe, I'm sorry. I promise it'll be worth the wait."

He pushed his hand further up her leg. When he reached the crevice between her legs he about came unglued.

"The fuck? You're going commando? Babe, 's fucking hot!"

He groaned. She was practically writhing on the seat now.

"Noah, let's pull over and fool around."

"Babe, much as I'd love to, it's 10:30 in the morning. We wouldn't exactly have the cover of darkness to get some action in. It won't be long. I promise."

Rachel set her jaw defiantly and tilted her head a little. "Noah, I need you now."

He groaned again. He hated to tell her no, and would be miserable the rest of the ride, but he had no choice.

"Babe, I'll take care of you twice when we get there. Sure thing. Now, can we talk about something else so I'm not miserable the whole effing drive?"

She looked down at his pants and licked her lips. Shit. That shit was not helping.

"Fine," she announced. "If you won't help me out, I'll just have to take care of it myself."

With that she reached beneath her blouse and started cupping her breasts. She rubbed her nipples and stroked back and forth. Puck could barely keep his eyes on the road.

"Damn it, Rach. Don't do this to me. Please. Just wait a little. I gotta fucking drive." He was whining and sounded like a total pussy, but she was pushing his buttons.

Then she reached a finger between her legs, under her skirt where he couldn't even see.

"Noah, I'm just going to pretend this is you doing this to me now. Ohhhh. Ahhhhhh. Mmmmmm. More."

He about lost his shit then and there. He didn't know what she was doing, but he wanted to see it. Just then he saw the Rest Area sign coming up and veered toward it. He pulled into the parking lot. He parked as far down as he could, far away from any other cars. He threw the car into park and grabbed his girl, shoving the seat back as far as he could as he grabbed Rachel and pulled her onto his lap.

"'S gonna be a quickie. Hope you're ready."
"Yes. I started without you, remember?"

"God, yes. I'll have the memory burned onto my soul for the rest of my days."

He kissed her hard and undid the buttons on her blouse, looking around. He quickly redid the buttons, deciding not to tempt fate. Nobody seemed to notice their truck so far down the way, but he didn't want to make it obvious what they were doing either.

He reached beneath her skirt and felt her wet and ready. He pushed her back toward the other side of the truck and lowered his mouth to her so he could swipe his tongue through her folds a few times.

"Damn, girl. You're so fucking ready."

He moved to her seat and shoved his pants and boxers to his ankles. He grabbed a condom out of the glove compartment and rolled it onto himself. He pulled her up on his lap, keeping the skirt on so anyone happening on them in the lot would not see her goods.

"Guess you get to be in charge," he told her as he put her up over his dick and told her to climb on.

He used his hand to guide himself in and she lowered herself onto him slowly.

"Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god. You're so deep into me. You've been holding back!" she accused.

"'S fucking hotter than ever, babe."

He thrust up into her and she pushed back onto him. The whole truck was rocking, but he no longer fucking cared. She was tight and warm and wet, and oh-so-fucking amazing. He could feel her tightening around him, and he hadn't even done any clit stimulation.

"Shit, Rach. You're coming already."

"Noah. God. Mmmmmm… oh. Mmmmm-mmmmm-oh, oh, oh. YES!"

With one last deep thrust, he shot into the condom as well. Fuck, yes. He lifted her off him and took the condom off and carefully tied it off, tossing it gently to the floor until he could get dressed and properly dispose of it.

"Mmmm… babe. You amaze me."

"Noah. Why did we wait so long to fool around? This is wonderful."

He kissed the top of her head. Like it was his fucking fault.

He texted Finn and Artie to let them know that they had needed to stop for gas and would be a bit behind. Finn and Artie texted back that they had seen him pull over to the rest area, but they hoped that he had "topped off".