A Trouty Mohawk
His eyes are like starlight. His lips as plump and luscious as ripe tomatoes. What I wouldn't give to run my fingers across his lips. To kiss his lips. Just once. Puck shook the thought out of his head. You have to stop thinking like this Puck! It isn't right he told himself. He couldn't help it though. The thoughts came flooding into him like a waterfall crashing down on the rocks below.
Puck made himself focus on Mr. Shuester's Spanish lesson. All he could hear were words and sounds that he didn't recognize. All he could think about was Sam Evens and how good he looked in those gold shorts. His thoughts were interrupted by the bell. Class had ended and it was time for Glee Club to meet. Puck walked along the hallways, stopping at his locker to put his books away.
When he walked into Glee Club Sam was the only one there. Puck did not want to be alone with him. Not now. Not like this. Before he could will his feet to turn around and walk out Sam looked up at him. "What's up Puck?" Sam grinned. Damn he hated when Sam smiled. It made it impossible not to jump him.
"Hey man." was all Puck could manage. He took another look around the room before walking over to Sam. As he approached Sam he noticed that Sam was sitting seductively. His legs were wide open. His jeans almost tight enough to frame his package. Puck shook the thought out of his head before he sat down behind Sam in what was his usual seat.
"Do you know where everyone is?" Sam asked as he turned around. His hands almost touched Puck. His face peering at Puck as if he were a lost puppy looking for an owner or a home.
"No man. Sorry. I'm sure they'll be here any minute." Puck said. He had secretly hoped for this. A moment alone with Sam. Finally he could ask what he wanted. Could stare as much as he wanted. Could bask in the sexiness that poured out of Sam Evans for as long as he wanted. "so how long have you been here waiting like this?" Puck was desperate for some conversation with the Greek god but didn't want to seem desperate.
"Not long. Just a couple of minutes." Sam replied with a smile. He didn't mind being there alone with Puck. He didn't even mind waiting for the others. It's nice to be in the choir room alone with one of the best guys on the football team. As he stared up at Puck he couldn't help but notice how much more he liked Puck's shaven head. The Mohawk was like an attempt to be cool. One that was not lost on Sam.
Puck shrugged off his inappropriate thoughts as he tried to come up with a response. He wanted the conversation to keep going but couldn't. He didn't know what to say to the Greek god sitting in front of him. Instead he settled for an unoriginal nod. Luckily for Puck he didn't have to suffer long as the choir room slowly filled itself with fellow Glee Clubbers. Rachel was the last to enter but this time she had no dramatic entrance just a normal one. Puck turned to Santana, watching her as she and Brittany played with each other's hair and laughed. He wanted that. Someone to play around with and laugh with.
By the time he had turned back to the front Sam was already talking to Quinn by the piano. His guitar was strapped to his side as he spoke to her with grins and smiles that lit up the room.
When Sam and Quinn starting singing Lucky all Puck wanted to do was puke. Ugh. So freaking charming. He looked into Sam's eyes as if he could really see into his soul. The thought of being the one to hold Sam in his arms made Puck feel funny. A funny feeling he would rather not deal with. When the song ended everyone clapped. Everyone filed out of the choir room leaving behind Puck and Sam who were gathering their belongings before heading out.
"Hey you did a great job with Quinn. Just now. Good song choice." Puck tried so hard to smile it nearly killed him. Sam may have done a good job but the song was not something Puck would pick for himself. Thank god for his hardcore taste in music.
Puck did not want to seem like a jerk but really if it wasn't for his hardcore taste in music people would really start suspecting he's gay. That was the last thing he wanted. There is no way he can deal with this now.
Sam looked at Puck with confusion in his eyes. Did Puck really talk to him just now? That can't be. Puck never stayed after anyone's performances. Not even his own. Before Sam could say anything in return Puck had left the choir room. Now he was standing here like an idiot.
The next day Sam walked into the football locker room to get ready for practice. He noticed that the shower was on and seeing as it was just barely after school got out, he found it weird. When he got to his locker there was a not jammed on the inside. It looked like it was written by a five year old.
SAM MEET ME AFTER PRACTICE UNDER THE BLEECHERS.
Sam wondered who left this note here but there was nothing he could do except wait until after practice. He changed into his gear and walked out to the field. Just as he was walking out, he could see Puck masturbating in the closed off area of the locker room. What he didn't see however was that Puck was doing it to a picture of Sam in his football uniform.