Glee Disclaimer: It's not mine or Puckleberry would rule that school!

Mark Salling: You make me want to sing to you, which is terribly unfair to everyone around me.

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Puck rolled over and ignored the pounding on the door.

"Puck, come out, or I'm coming in to get you!" Finn shouted and pounded on the door again.

He pulled Rachel back into his arms and grazed a hand over her nipple on his way. She arched into him and kissed on his neck as they both ignored Finn's pounding on the door.

"Puck, it's your fault that I'm up… and I can't… sleep! You and I are going skiing. I need something to do or I'm going to fucking go insane. Now get your ass out of that bed, or I'm coming in there naked Rachel or not!"

That woke Puck up completely. Shit. Finn was pretty fucking serious. He could beat the crap out of him later, but it wasn't going to change the fact that Finn actually might see Rachel naked, and it probably wasn't going to help him get his groove on to have Finn pounding on the door threatening to break in at any moment.

He kissed Rachel and told her to save it for later.

"What? I don't want to save it. I want it now. I want you now." She blinked up at him running her tongue over her lips, and he groaned.

"PUCKERMAN. NOW! You come out or I come in! I mean it!"

"Sorry, babe. I'll be back. My boy's a mess. I gotta get his back."

He slid out of bed and threw some clothes on hollering to Finn that he'd be right out. He tried not to look at Rachel in the bed, still naked as he left, but with any luck she'd still be there in a couple of hours when he returned.

He and Finn skied for a few hours and returned to the lodge. Unfortunately, Rachel was not there when he returned. The cold air had done nothing to improve Finn's lousy mood. He was pissed about the bet and even more pissed that Santana was honoring it. He had thought he could talk her out of it, but Puck hadn't even worried. Santana Lopez was a lot of things, but she was not the kind of girl who would welch on a bet.

They had just entered the lodge when they walked in on a horrific sight. There on the floor of the entryway was a snow tube clearly stolen from the hill, and on it was a naked Artie. Hovering over Artie was Brittany, pumping in and out on him.

This was way more of Artie than they ever wanted to see. Those thin, white legs… ew! Brittany… they'd both seen her naked plenty of times. Apparently, it didn't bother her either, because she just said hi and kept going although they were trying to cover their eyes as they scrambled for the steps.

Once they were in Finn and Santana's room, they burst out laughing.

"What the fuck was that?" Finn asked.

Puck shook his head. "That was Brittany… getting her groove on with a guy who can't walk. She's so… Brittany."

They broke into laughter again and Puck went back to his room so he could take a hot shower. When he was dressed again, he called down the steps.

"Are you decent?"

"Of course. How long do you think we can go?"

Puck didn't want to think about it. Sheesh. He was already going to have nightmares about Artie's freakin' legs. Shiver. But that snow tube… now that was a good idea… lots of bounce.

When he went downstairs, Artie was nowhere to be seen. Brittany was barely dressed, and he shot Finn a questioning look.

"Where's Artie, Brit?"

"Artie? Oh, yeah. He's in the hot tub. I'm going there in a minute… ummm… don't come out."

As if he would enter a room this entire vacation without calling out loudly… LOUDLY.

When Rachel and the rest of the crew returned a few hours later, Puck had warmed up the lasagna his ma had made, and it smelled great. She made a salad after she warmed up by the shower. The group all watched movies by the fire. Finn was practically pacing the floor though, he was such a mess, and Santana had bitched everyone out at some point during the day. Mostly, she seemed irritated with Finn though. He kept trying to touch her and "convince" her that the bet was just a joke that didn't need to be honored.

"Fuck off. C'mon, Brit. We're going skiing."

With that, Santana grabbed Brittany out of the room so she could get her stuff on and the two of them did a little skiing.

"Anyone else want to come along?" she barked.

Everyone shook their heads no. There was no way they wanted to be by Santana right now. Nobody sane would, but Brittany never seemed to let Santana's moods bother her.

The two girls left, and the rest of the group heaved a collected sigh of relief. When they left, Finn grabbed some bottles of booze and shot glasses so the drinking games could begin.

" 'Sup, bro?" Mike asked.

"What's up, bro, is that if I can't get fucked… I'm so getting fucked up!" Finn answered.

Puck was not about to be left out on some heavy drinking, so he started up with the boys. The girls were drinking heavily too. Rachel even let Puck drink some shots off her, and he was plenty turned on, but he needed to keep going. Tina and Mike had long ago slipped off to bed. Artie was good for hanging out, but because this was all taking place on his bed, he kind of had to be.

Santana and Brittany returned from skiing. Santana went up to bed, but Brittany called Artie to the hot tub with her. He grinned at the guys on his way out.

"Fucking thing is going to need to be sanitized." Puck said.

Rachel whispered into Puck's ear that it was time for bed, and she was "ready". Damn. That went straight to his dick.

"Oh, no, you don't, Puck. You don't go to bed until I'm passed out or can get laid, whichever comes first."

"Be there soon, babe. Wait for me." He whispered into Rachel's ear.

Then he set about getting his boy wasted. That was easier said than done, and Finn's body size certainly didn't help. Finn and he downed shot after shot of Captain Morgan. He and the Cap'n were old friends.

"I can't believe Santana's actually following thru with this crap bet. I told her you wouldn't have done it. There's no way you would have gone 3 days without sex while we're here, and she's totally sticking to it. What the hell am I supposed to do?" Finn whined for like the hundred thousandth time. Seriously.

"Good God, Bro. Do I have to spell it out for you? You do the same fucking thing you did when you weren't dating Santana. You take matters into your own hands. Fuck. I even have some lube for you."

"You do? Why?"

"Don't ask. Just let's go upstairs and I'll get you the tube so you can take care of your shit."

The boys stumbled up the steps, quite drunk by now. They were laughing on the way. Puck pushed the door open with Finn behind him. On the bed, with a softly lit lamp lighting the sight, was Rachel, completely naked, a hand between her legs, writhing softly as she bit her lip.

"Holy SHIT!" shouted Finn.

Puck came to his senses then and pushed his friend out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him. Rachel had jumped up, guiltily, when they'd entered the bedroom. She was three shades of red now realizing that not only had her boyfriend caught her, but her ex-boyfriend had caught her as well.

"What the fuck were you doing, Rach?" Puck sounded pissed and yet he was pretty turned on as well, until he remembered what Finn had seen.

Finn tapped lightly on the door. "Um, Puck, you were going to give me something before…"

No fucking way was he going to give his boy lube so he could jerk-off to what he'd just seen. There was no way he wouldn't be jerking off to it. It was already permanently stored in the Puckster's spank bank. That thought pushed his anger to the forefront again. After motioning for Rachel to cover up, he pushed his way to the other side of the door. He grabbed Finn by the collar and got into his face.

"No fucking way, bro. You are NOT going to do that to memories of my girl… doing what she was doing. Just wipe it from your mind. I don't want to hear about it or you to think about it. Ever."

Finn gulped. "Right. I hardly saw anything anyway. It was dark."

Puck glared at him and Finn had the sense to shut up. He just turned around and went to his own bedroom. The one where he'd be sleeping next to a naked Santana, who wouldn't be fooling around. Again.

Puck returned to the bedroom where Rachel was still pretty pink in the bed. Of course, she could be pink because…

"Rachel, why didn't you lock the door?"

"Puck, you told me you'd be right up. I waited. And waited. Finally, I couldn't wait any longer. We haven't had sex since…" she glanced at the clock "yesterday. Seriously. I needed it all day, and I was tired of waiting… so I just started without you. How was I suppose to know that you'd bring Finn into the room?"

She had a point. After the fucking episode with Sam, he doubted any of the guys would dare enter a room without knocking. But… shit. He thought back to what Finn had seen and his anger boiled over again.

"You're mine, babe. Nobody else gets to see you naked or… see you get off. Only me. Now, go ahead and go back to what you were doing."

She looked up at him and he nodded at her. She shook her head.

"I don't think I can. I think the moment's been ruined for me."

"You need a little help? I bet I can get you there."

With that, Puck lowered himself beneath the covers to start kissing his girl. He rubbed one hand over her nipple and kissed a trail down her neck. She shivered beneath his ministrations. He continued to suck and lick his way across her body. When he took a nipple in his mouth and sucked hard, she cried out. He moved his hand between her legs.

"Babe, you had a pretty good start on me. Feel how slick you are."

"Mmmm-hmmmm. More."

He inserted a finger into her wetness and stroked it, pressing his thumb onto her clit. He pressed the rough patch inside her and patted her clit as he worked her nipples with his mouth, alternating sides and pressure. When her panting was frenzied, he dropped down to let his tongue finish the job. He used his tongue across her clit and sucked on her labia as she came, licking up the juices and creating more at the same time.

"Now, babe. Fuck me, now."

She bent down to take his dick in her mouth, but he stopped her after one or two strokes. She grabbed a condom and rolled it onto him expertly.

He kept her flipped onto her stomach and entered her from behind, putting her knees close together and thrusting deep.

"My girl needs more, she gets more." He whispered in her ear. "Are your fingers enough or do you need Puck?"

"I need you, Puck." She ground out between clenched teeth. "You."

He loved it when she called him Puck during sex. It was a sign of how uncontrolled she was.

"Are your fingers really enough, babe? Don't you need my cock in you to satisfy you?"

"Need your big cock, Puck. Need it."

Shit. He was on the edge thinking about her writhing on the bed with her fingers between her legs. He bent closer to her and tapped at her clit with his hand as he stroked in and out harder.

"Is that too hard, babe?" he asked her gently.

In answer, she ground down hard against him. He lost it then and unloaded into the condom just as she was coming hard. He kept tapping on her clit so she would finish. They collapsed onto the bed, exhausted. He took care of the condom and brought her a washcloth to clean up with. Then he took her in his arms and held her, naked, kissing her softly along her neck.

"That was new," she said, finally.

"What you were doing was new to," he smirked in response.

"Oh, it wasn't new," she giggled as he felt himself get hard at her words. "It was just new to have an audience."

And there went his hard-on. Fucking Finn.