Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
A/N: Here's the second chapter. Enjoy! I didn't think I'd get to the smut so soon but there's a reason for it.
"Here you go." Rachel handed him a cold beer and sat the bowl of popcorn in his lap before sliding down onto the couch beside him.
"Rachel Berry has beer in her apartment?" He teased.
"Finn and Quinn watched a sports game here last weekend. They left the beer." She explained and sighed. "I'm glad you're back."
"Me too." He popped the tab of the can and took a long drink. "LA is great but it's nothing compared to New York City." He smiled.
"I guess you'll be staying with Finn like you usually do." She said and he nodded. "It might be a little awkward."
"Why?" He asked.
"Quinn moved in with him right after you left in May." She explained. "They're getting pretty serious."
"Oh…" He shrugged. "Maybe I can crash on Mike's couch."
"Maybe." She nodded.
"We gonna watch this movie or not?" He asked.
"Oh! Right!" She grabbed the remote and pressed play. The movie started and Puck soon got engrossed.
Rachel had watched Rent hundreds of times but she had never, not once, been so disinterested in the movie. She had gotten through them singing 'Seasons of Love' before she turned to look at Puck. The room was dark except from the light from the TV and she could see the hard outline of his face. He was handsome. This wasn't the first time she had noticed it but somehow she felt different. Maybe it was from not seeing him in over three months or the fact that they were alone in her apartment but she chewed on her bottom lip contemplating whether or not her next move would be a good idea or not.
"Rachel? You okay?" Puck glanced over at her and they locked eyes.
"Hi." She smiled slightly.
"Hey." He grinned back.
Rachel moved slowly to straddle his lap until they were facing each other. She studied his face to see his reaction to her move but he didn't seem to be phased. His hands jumped out to sit on either side of her hips. She could feel the heat of his strong hands even through the fabric of her shirt. She felt a shiver run down her spine and she leaned towards him, placing her hands around his neck and twisting her fingers through his mohawk. She felt his hands slip under the bottom of her shirt and she closed her eyes savoring the warmth of his hands on her back. His hands slid up her back to her bra clasp and her eyes snapped open. He saw her sudden change and felt her tense so his hands froze.
She pulled him closer and her lips blended with his. His lips moved against hers deliberately, teasing her, and his tongue darted into her mouth. She moaned into his mouth and pressed herself against him. His hands gripped her hips harder and she grinded down onto him making him groan.
"Noah." She whispered breaking the kiss.
"You okay?" He asked. Maybe he had done something wrong.
"We should move this." She told him. "To the bedroom." She grabbed his hand and pulled him up from the couch.
"Yea?" He asked and kissed her jaw.
"Mm-hmm." She laughed when he picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he made the familiar route to her bedroom.
"Rachel." He whispered, leading her back on the bed and hovering over her. "We're breaking the rules doing this."
"What rules?" She asked breathlessly.
"The rules of friendship or some shit." He groaned and tried to stand up but it was hard since she was clinging to his shirt. He wrenched his shirt from her grasp and pulled away from her. "Shit, Rachel, I don't know what I'm trying to say here. It's just… we're friends, best friends, and if we do this, if we have sex, that changes everything." He told her.
"I…" Rachel watched him pace around the room. "What are you saying?"
"I'm saying… maybe we shouldn't do this." He turned back to face her.
"Oh…" She sat on the edge of the bed and quickly fixed her shirt.
"No, Rach, that's not what I meant." He kneeled down on the floor in front of her and made her look him in the eyes. "I would love to… do this, damn, I've wanted to do this since you sang 'what a girl wants', but… it'll ruin everything, Rachel. We have a great thing here, this friend thing, and I don't want to screw that up."
"You've wanted to do this since sophomore year?" She asked smiling.
"Seriously? I give you that long spiel and that's the piece of information you walk away with?" He chuckled and shook his head. "I'm trying to be mature here."
"I've wanted to do this for a while too." She wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Really?" He asked, his eyes moving to look at the way her lips moved as she spoke.
"Not as long as you have." She said.
"Since when?" He questioned.
She chewed on her bottom lip and shook her head. "I don't want to tell you."
"Please." He leaned towards her and looked up to her eyes again.
"Mr. Schue… he told me about you moving the Glist from my locker after Quinn hung it up there and I… I just thought it was incredibly sweet and unselfish and very unPuck-like." She blushed at the admission. "It just made me look at you different, I guess. Mr. Schue told me well after the fact so I didn't say anything because I didn't think you liked me." She shrugged. "Plus, I kind of think you were dating Quinn at the time so I just —" She was silenced when his lips mashed against hers but she didn't have any arguments.
He pushed them both back on the bed without breaking the kiss and his hands attacked her body, groping her everywhere. He wanted to memorize everything about her. He moved from her mouth when she needed to breath and licked down her throat before nipping at her collarbone. He yanked at her shirt and realizing what he wanted, she sat up slightly and let him pull the shirt over her head.
"Noah." She moaned when his hands found her breasts. "Take your shirt off. If I can't wear mine, you can't wear yours." She pushed his shirt up to his chest and he smirked pulling it off and it joined her shirt of the floor.
"You feel so good." He whispered against the skin of her stomach. "I wonder how good you taste." He added suggestively and if they weren't about to have mind-blowing sex he was sure she would have scolded him.
"Mm-hmm." She replied to his comment and his hands pulled at the zipper of her skirt.
Rachel took a second to wonder if this was a good idea. Puck was right; he was her best friend and she didn't want to mess that up. She tried to think of a reason they shouldn't be doing this but then his thumb hooked under her panties and she was pulled back into his darkness. He quickly removed her white panties after noting that they looked almost virginal and then used his chin to nudge her thighs apart.
She looked down at him and he gave her a wicked smirk. "Watch me, Rachel." He ordered and as if she was in a trance, she couldn't take her eyes off of him as he did what he was best at.
She was pretty sure this is what she wanted. She liked to think she was a pretty logical person but right now she couldn't decide between lust or logic and it was driving her to the point of insanity. She really wanted the logic; logic was safe and good but then again the way his tongue was swirling inside of her was pretty good too. She pulled herself out of the darkness and took a second to really think about this.
Maybe Puck was right; maybe they would regret this in the morning. She wasn't sure because right about that time she came hard and had to cling to her sheets because she was pretty sure she was going to float away if something didn't anchor her down.
"Good, huh?" He chuckled arrogantly.
Her breath was coming out raggedly as she opened her eyes back up to meet Noah's. They were big and dark and full of lust. She was pretty sure lust was winning at this point but then some little part of her mind kept say This is Noah; he's your best friend. She wanted to throw logic out of the window but it wasn't cooperating. It kept digging its way back in and Rachel was pretty sure she was going to get whiplash from how she kept going back and forth.
He licked his way up her stomach and then leaned across her. She wasn't sure what he was doing but then her eyes followed him and she saw him reaching for a condom from her bedside drawer. She smiled to herself because it was kind of sweet he was actually going to use one without her asking. She noticed he was naked and wondered when that happened because she didn't remember him taking his jeans or boxers off. She was pushing logic away as she watched him start to rip the condom open when something unexpected happened.
"Don't use one." She blurted it out and he snapped his head up at her because this was the first time she had spoken since they had actually started.
"What?" He asked, a little out of breath and confused.
"I want to feel you. All of you. Don't use a condom." She pulled it from his hands and pushed it back into the drawer.
He studied her for a few seconds because that didn't sound very Rachel Berry-like but then pushed the thought away when he saw her lying practically naked beneath him. He noticed her bra was still on and he leaned down to unhook it because it should have been taken off as soon as they started. He pulled it from her shoulders and tossed it onto the floor with the rest of their clothes.
Rachel blushed when she saw him staring down at her and she moved to cover her chest with her arms but he stopped her. "You're beautiful." He murmured and bent down to kiss her cheek. It was sweet and gentle and Rachel was sure no one had ever called her beautiful before. Then again, she had never felt beautiful either, not before Noah. "So beautiful." Rachel couldn't help but feel a little grateful that he had decided to use 'beautiful' rather than 'hot'.
He spread her legs with his hips, his fingers finally parting her and then he burrowed himself deep inside of her. She moaned at the way he filled her, solid, hard, and full, and brought her knees up to plant the bottom of her feet firmly on the mattress so she could take more of him and have more leverage. She moaned again, louder this time, when he rocked against her, finding a rhythm and then speeding up.
Rachel suddenly felt like she should be doing more. He was used to girls with much more experience than she had and she wasn't doing much in this situation. He had set the rhythm and Rachel was trying to catch up but she felt like she was off a beat. This wasn't her first sexual encounter, not even close; she'd had sex plenty of other times but she'd never had these kinds of second thoughts. He thrust harder inside of her and she clutched his shoulders hard, her nails digging into his back.
He rocked against her, whispering come for me, Rachel in her ear, and she felt herself break under him as she did just that. He followed soon after and collapsed against her, still supporting his weight on his elbows so he didn't squish her. She closed her eyes as she tried to remember how to breathe and he slid off of her, falling onto the bed beside her.
"My God." He whispered.
