I know the other chapter was short. This one will most likely be longer, and hotter!!! Yus.

Chapter 2

Finn

I was hanging out at Puck's house when it happened. Completely out of the blue. Fuckin' Puck. Why did he have to do that?

We were having such a good time, things were peaceful and great and amazing and life was good.

And then he says this:

"You wanna make out?"

My natural response was: "What the fuck?"

"You heard me."

"Why the fuck would we do that?" I asked. I tend to cuss a lot more when under a deal of stress or confused or slightly scared.

"It would be fun."

"What?"

"Look, you know I always get what I want, so what's the point of even arguing?" he asked. He did have a very valid point there.

He moved in closer, just inches from my face. I felt like I was cornered. There was no way out of it. I couldn't think fast on my feet. Everything was going great when out of the blue Puck pulls a fast ball on me and now his face is too close for comfort.

I don't know what to say to him. I really want to tell him to back the fuck off and to get out of my face, but for some reason, I cannot. I don't know if it's fear or curiosity, but for some reason I give in and say, "Okay."

Suddenly I was pushed onto my back with a large Puck lying on top of me. His lips had immediately begun to attack mine.

The first thing I noticed about this was the weight. Puck was crushing me. Then I noticed the warmth. Puck had radiated such warmth from his lips. It seemed so odd, but slightly pleasant.

I wanted to push him off me and to tell him to stop. I began to realize what was going on. The seriousness of the situation was registering in my head.

But instead I grabbed the back of his head and rubbed my hand against the soft stretch of hair going over his head. I always thought it was stupid and annoying, but I actually liked it now. And I had no idea his hair was so soft.

In fact, his entire body was soft. I always thought of him as this cold, muscled body, and nothing more. But now I felt the warmth, the spirit that filled him. And his kisses felt slightly magical. As if he was restraining himself. He wanted to keep this moment for a while.

I tell my hands to push him off, but instead they go to the base of his shirt and pulls it off over his head. He dived in deeper, closening the kiss. His skin was touching mine and he felt so good. And his body looked so good. I never thought I would like his ripped body before, but his large muscles have this sort of soothing effect. They're hot, yes, but they're also powerful.

As he moved closer, I felt so confined, sort of. His entire body engulfed me, as did his bed. I sunk into his bed, and I imagined his body, moving slowly downward, just him in tight jeans.

And then I felt the bulge in his pants rub against the one I had in mine that I did not know about.

This caused some sort of reaction in me. I don't know what I was doing or where this was going to lead to, but suddenly, I was on top, looking into Puck's big brown eyes and wondering when Puck got so beautiful, romantic, and hot.

He pulled off my shirt and stares at the newly naked skin as he asks, "Wasn't this a good idea?"

"I don't know," I answered. "I'm still not entirely sure."

Something about his skin and his voice and his body and his presence caused me to do this. I was over the edge. I was hard, confused, and wanting more. Something snapped. I pulled the trigger too early.

I began to ride my premature orgasm into my jeans on Puck's thigh.

I fell on top of him, feeling tired, dirty, sticky, and ashamed.