Title: On Display
Author: homo_genius A.K.A. pikapika217 A.K.A. CosmicPudding
Pairing: Will, Puck/Sam, One sided Puck/Sam, eventual Will/Sam
Rating: R
Summary: Neither of them thought they wanted this, but as it turns out, they did
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Anymore. Damn that Repo man!
Author's note: AU, set in season 3. Sam's family moved back, but he stayed to liv with Puck, and never went out with the girls, otherwise the same as normal.

I haven't written anything in around 2 years, mostly due to work and a lack of confidence, so I'm trying to find my way back to my writing voice and I think this one is pretty decent. I haven't written Glee before, but I do enjoy all the slash pairing XD

Un-beta'd, 3 part series. Tagged 'Puck' & 'Sam' because they do...well, you'll see ;3

"Mr. Schue, definitely Mr. - AHH - Schue"

Will heard the strangled plea from his computer, currently in his bedroom and practically ran back. Thanks to the weather, Lima had settled in for a late spring blizzard, leaving everyone stuck in their homes for the remainder of the week and, if the weather reports were correct, the beginning of the next week. While Will grew up loving the snow, he was starting to get cabin fever after being stuck at home for the past 4 days. Still, this didn't stop Will from holding Glee, as he decided to utilize the webcams everyone seemed to have on their home computers for a practice session via skype. He'd just dismissed everyone and had decided to grab a bite to eat and a shower before taking a nap (Cold weather to this degree always made him sleepy). That, or maybe watching one of the few DVDs he had left, though he's not sure how many times he could stand to see Rocky Horror again. But the strangled voice had changed those plans, and he heard a second voice before he could see what was going on.

"Mr. Schue? Really?" He recognized that voice as Puck's almost instantly and placed the soda & sandwich down on his side table drawer before turning his computer to face him, but not before hearing -

"That's who you're hot for?"

It was then he was able to place a picture to what was happening and almost fell backward and hit his headboard. Sam, who'd been staying with Puck and his family since his own had moved back south, was currently naked from the bottom down and had his legs spread in such a manner that Will could see him fingering himself. He was doing so lazily, still engaging Puck in conversation.

"Just…shut up, okay? I didn't question your affection for Rachel, did I?"

"I guess not, but still – Schue? He's the reason you bought that -"

"SHUT IT, okay?" By this point, Sam was reaching behind the pillows on Puck's bed and pulled out – Oh, dear lord.

"Don't act like he's Beiste or something. Mr Schue is hot." Sam grabbed more of what he'd been using to lube himself and began to apply more of it to his fingers before swallowing the sex toy briefly to slick the old fashioned way, and good god – he needed to stop watching this now. Clearly, Sam had forgotten the camera was on or even thought he'd already shut it off. Either way, it was inappropriate to see this. But as Will went to close the window himself, Sam began easing the toy in slowly and he just...couldn't, noticing as his own cock began to harden.

Dear lord, how long had it been since he'd been with someone? Hell - how long had it been since someone had been hot for him? Emma was happy with Carl and while he'd finally gotten to a place where he was ok with that, that didn't make him any less horny. He started then to think over his porno collection, skillfully hidden from Terri during the duration of his marriage. Most of it had been of the standard variety, but one video was of a threesome with two men. For a portion of that video, the two of them only had sex with each other and when he tried to remember more about it, the only scene that came to mind was that one. Only, instead of the faceless gym bunnies going at it, he saw his and Sam's faces instead – Him fingering Sam, Sam spreading himself with both hands pulling at opposing cheeks to expose his twitching rosebud, Will slowly lapping at his hole before slowly brushing the head of his cock at the entrance, Sam -

"Y'know, if you need a cock to fuck, I'm right here. And with Ma & Sarah stuck at my aunt's house, we can be as loud as we want." Will snapped out of his haze at Puck's words, noticing him rounding the bed to temporarily block his view of Sam fucking himself.

"No! No. If anyone's going to take my hole first, I want it to be him. Or at the very least, no you."

"Why the hell not? You know the Puckasaurus reputation speaks for itself." Puck was sitting next to Sam on the bed, furrowing his brow at what he obviously considered a surprise refusal.

"That might just be the problem." Sam replied, clearly teasing Puck and lightly punching his shoulder with his free hand.

"And just what makes you think Schue would go for this? You aren't the first student of his to be hot for him, and he was all over turning Rachel down. I think Kurt had a thing for him too for a little bit."

"Simple: I'll simply confess my feelings to him at his apartment after graduation in three weeks. If he, in the unlikeliest of events, turns be down -"

"Which he likely will. Schue isn't trying to lose his job, especially over you." And it was just like Puck to remind him at now of all times, with him palming himself through both the gym clothes he'd worn for rehearsal and his briefs as pre-cum started to saturate the black cotton fabric, of just what he had to lose by crossing this line.

It was then that he should've definitely closed the window but both he and Puck had taken notice as Sam began to buck off the bed as he reached climax. Holy mother – Will was almost there too, noting that his own cock was peaking out from under his mesh shorts demanding to be stroked. What the hell – he already crossed the line in this fashion by not turning the camera off in the first place, no need to also deny himself getting off to it. Spitting on his hand, he pulled down both the shorts and the briefs he was wearing down and off before jerking himself to the sight. He watched as Sam began to pant and moan louder and louder, scream his name out in the process.

"Oh Schue! Oh God, SCHUE! FUCK! ME!"

"Shit, man" Puck, from what few times Will's eyes strayed away from the sight of Sam fucking himself, seemed just as enamored as he was. So much so, that Puck dropped to his knees and began to suck on Sam's weeping member and that was what did it. Will spit in his left hand once more before adding ball play to his masturbating and cumming all over himself, jizz landing in his ungelled hair, on his chest and a few stray drops on his left cheek.

He cleaned himself off with the paper towels he left by his bed just in time to see Sam's own climax as he, by now, began to hump at Puck's all-too-eager mouth and grabbed his head to force it down. The face he made as he came down Puck's throat had Will hard again almost instantaneously. But he scolded himself and resigned to only watch as they finished. Sam had gestured to Puck that he wanted to sit up, but Puck instead decided to blindly grab at his side table drawer and pull out a dry washcloth, releasing Sam with a loud 'pop' from his throat.

"Now," Sam said after a time "What were we talking about?" Puck at this point was sitting on the edge of the mattress, catching his breath.

"About what would happen when Schue turns you down". He poked Sam lightly in the chest, obviously meant in a joking manner but Will could tell that Puck was trying to re-direct quickly before Sam started asking questions about his actions.

"Ha, very funny. But he won't. I'm sure of it."

"Yeah, ok. Well, if you're so sure, let's bet on it." Puck's confidence was back and he wiggled his eyebrows at Sam.

"Very funny, but you know I'm broke, asshole." Sam looked amused but also slightly hurt, shoving at Puck's chest playfully as he got off the bed, putting on a fresh pair of underwear & gym clothes from the dresser Will could see on the wall facing the window.

"I wasn't talking money." Puck crawled over the bed himself, grabbing Sam from behind and Will saw a noticeable shiver from Sam as he did so. "If he turns you down, I want your virgin ass."

"Huh, ok. And if he doesn't?"

"I want to watch." Will scoffed at this, no longer caring about what lines he was crossing but sincerely glad his hard-on had subsided into nothingness for the moment.

"He'd never go for that. How about, if you lose...you have to wear only your jockstrap and football gear to the glee club post graduation party."

"Pff – Done. Mostly because, I know he's going to turn you down." Sam had, by this point, opened the bedroom door and was walking out.

"We'll see Puck. We shall see" Sam yelled out from down the hallway.

Puck glanced back for a moment to his bed and made the briefest direct eye contact with his computer before smirking to himself and saying, "Yes, we shall."

It was only then, after Puck had shut the door behind him, that Schue could close his own laptop and eat his sandwich. This turn of events was quite disturbing, both on a sexual and moral level. Truthfully, the sexuality part of the equation was relatively minor, but the potential partner was worrisome. Wait – 'potential partner'? As in that Will was even considering this? Thinking about what he saw again had Will growing harder and harder by the second and as he went to grab his erection, he slapped his hand away.

"No, no – once is a fluke, twice is a pattern." Noticing he wasn't speaking to anyone in particular at that moment, Will resigned to taking a cold shower and trying to think of a way to, gently, turn Sam down when he confessed his feelings.

Or his sub-conscious supplied as he was toweling dry you could always not turn him down. He's legal and after he graduates, there'd be nothing even Sue could do to you.

"...Fuck."

He decided that another cold shower was in order before trying to sleep off these crazy feelings. He looked at the weather report and noted that the snow would stop over the weekend, just in time for school on Monday, meaning that he'd soon have to face his classes, and more importantly Sam, much sooner than he was sure he was ready for.

Will truly had no idea how he was going to handle this issue and after waking up twice from erotic dreams involving Sam, followed by cold showers and an attempt to sleep again, he knew it wasn't just going to go away.

Crap.

Whether or not this is particularly good, I do stand by it. R & R and TTYL!