Rated M for a reason folks. This will get smutty later with possible light slash, but it just had to be written

Pairing: Puck & Rachel and Finn & Quinn

Disclaimer: I own nothing Glee related. Except my very dirty thoughts about Mark Salling

A/N I have never written smut before, although I have read plenty, so if it is not too horrible let me know.

Foursome

Puck looked around the room and wondered how he had come to this place in his life. The truth had come out about Quinn's baby and, miraculously, no one had died. Although Finn did have a scar across his knuckles that matched the tiny scar that ran through Puck's eyebrow. They had even needed the same number of stitches, 5. Finn had taken this as a sign that they should still be friends. Now here he was, lying on a bed in a motel room with Rachel cuddled up against his chest and Finn and Quinn on the other bed. They were here to sing for sectionals. Supposedly Puck and Finn were sharing a room and Rachel and Quinn were sharing another, but somehow they had all ended up in one room watching some lame chick movie on TV. The movie had the dude who was the Joker in Batman and some hot blond babe who was a total bitch. Rachel was talking non-stop about how the movie was based on some Shakespeare play. Whatever. He wasn't listening. He was slipping his fingers through her thick, warm hair; remembering how it had slid across his chest when she had kissed her way down his naked body. He loved the smell of her shampoo; spicy & minty. He glanced over at his best friend and the girl who was pregnant with his baby (how F-ed up was that?) Quinn had her eyes glued to the TV and Finn had his head on her legs just below her barely swelling belly. His big hand rested on her stomach. Puck knew that Finn thought of the baby as his just as much as Puck did. It was weird, but they were making it work. Rachel's little sigh of happiness brought Puck's attention back to the movie that was just ending. The Joker dude bought the babe a smokin' guitar and she gave him a big, pissed off lecture. Puck smiled, having been on the receiving end of many of those lectures. The dude on TV did exactly what Puck did every time Rachel got on a roll. He took her face in his hands and kissed her. A disgusted snort from the other bed made Puck look over at Quinn who was rolling her eyes at the TV;

"Oh please," she huffed, "As if one kiss in the parking lot makes everything all better." Then she put on her sarcastic voice;

"Oh well, now that you have shoved your tongue down my throat I am not mad anymore!"

"It always works for me." Puck leered down at Rachel.

Rachel frowned slightly as she pushed herself up higher on the bed.

"Just because I allow myself to be distracted by your admitted prowess in the area of oral gymnastics doesn't mean that I am easily deterred."

Finn didn't know what half of those words meant, but 'oral gymnastics' sounded pretty good. Gymnasts were hot in those little leotards, and flexible too.

"C'mon Rach," Puck gave a cocky grin. "All I have to do is that little thing with my tongue and you can't remember your name much less why you were mad at me."

"That is not true." She shot back. Ok, so it was true, but he didn't need to make it sound like she was easy or something.

"As if." Quinn jumped back into the conversation. "Everyone knows that guys have less self-control than girls. It is pretty easy to turn any guy into a drooling idiot."

"Any guy?" Puck raised one eyebrow. "wanna bet on that, Princess?"

"It is a well known fact that boys are more visually stimulated than girls and that teenage boys think about sex approximately every 7 seconds." Rachel added. "So it stands to reason that it would be easier to arouse boys than girls."

Jeez. She sounded like Cosmo magazine.

"Shall we test your theory?" Puck threw down the challenge.

"Sure." Replied Quinn with a tiny shrug.

"Wait, wait." Broke in Rachel, "What exactly are we talking about here?"

Puck looked around the room at the other teenagers and realized that he had more sexual experience than the other three combined. Quinn had been a virgin when she slept with him and while he was sure that Finn was hitting that regularly now (She can't get more pregnant, right?) he knew his boy was pretty vanilla in the sex department. He and Rachel hadn't done the deed just yet because she wanted to take it slow, but he had shown her all the other things that were between kissing and actual sex. She had taken to it like she had taken to singing. Yes, he was the resident stud and he had this, whatever this was, in the bag.

"So why don't you ladies show us what you've got. Take your best shot at making us lose control and then it is our turn. Whoever holds out the longest wins."

"Wins what?" Finn asked.

"I don't know, dude, just wins." Puck answered back.

"Are we playing in teams, boys against girls, or every man or woman for him or herself?" Rachel was proud of being politically correct even in this odd situation.

"Dude, I am not being on the same team as Mr. Fiesta Pants over there." Puck declared.

Quinn smothered a giggle and looked at Finn. He didn't seem to have heard. He was still processing the whole idea. On the one had he didn't want Puck to see Quinn naked, but he already had. This was possibly the only way that he would ever see Rachel naked, barring some kind of chemical warfare where her clothes would get covered in burning acid and she would have to tear them off in front of everyone….Wait, why was everyone looking at him? He looked at Quinn. Was she really OK with this? She gave him a little nod.

"Um…OK." He said, "I'm in."

"Me too," said Rachel without hesitation. "as long as we can stop at anytime if someone gets uncomfortable."

Puck looked at the three expectant faces all turned to him. Oh yeah, this was going to be too easy. He was the Michael Phelps of sexual stamina and his 'competition' tonight was a bunch of lightweights.

"Bring it on…." He smirked

TBC if anyone is interested