Chapter Four
[Game on.]
There they sat. Like they had hundreds of times before, sitting on Puck's bedroom floor playing video games and stuffing their faces with delicious yet extremely unhealthy snacks, but this time it was different. They were both extremely distracted and trying to hide it as they fought to keep their focus on their game, both not playing to their normal high potential. Sam felt Puck's eyes on him and he wondered if glancing his way would even be a good idea. Maybe he was just looking past him at the poster of pretty much almost entirely nude women on his wall. If that were the case, looking at Puck would only make it seem as if Sam was the one staring at the opposite boy.
Puck couldn't help himself and honestly didn't even notice he kept looking at Sam until he would notice a flicker in Sam's expression, almost as if he was going to turn to look back at him, but never did. He didn't fully understand or know why he felt the need to keep staring at his blonde headed friend. He had seen the guy a million times, but for some reason this time was different. His eyes would dart to Sam's lips every time he would bite at them or drag his tongue across them, moistening them to a shiny finish. Puck shuttered at the thoughts that were forming in his mind, ones that he needed out of there and fast. His eyes shot up to the poster just past Sam, the one that was covered in partially nude women that usually got him every time, but for some reason this was not distracting him from his current thoughts. He kept thinking about Sam and how he wanted to just reach over and throw his controller out of his hands and lunge at him. What had come over him? He didn't normally look at dudes in this way and he honestly wasn't drunk enough to excuse the actions from the previous weekend. He felt all of his feelings bubbling up inside him with so much pressure he felt like he would burst at any moment. He threw down his controller in frustration, making Sam jump from shock and Sam turned his head to glance over at Puck for the first time since they had sat down.
Sam studied Puck's movements, the look of desperation and frustration on his face and his hands quickly fisted together and rested on his brow. He began to lightly rock back and forth and Sam cleared his throat, a light sweat forming on his forehead, completely at a loss not knowing quite what to do. He sat down his controller and muttered an "uh..." before asking Puck what was wrong. Sam waited for a response feeling really awkward and foreign to his best friend. He knew Puck had been struggling since their one night stand a few days ago, because Puck was never known for being able to be subtle in any way. He had almost completely avoided Sam until asking him to hangout which honestly shocked him that it wasn't just to tell him they couldn't be friends anymore. But, maybe that was still coming and that's why Puck was so disoriented. Sam's heart sank as he thought about not being able to be friends with him anymore. They got along really well and despite the outer bad boy persona, Puck had actually been a really good friend to him. Better than any of his friends back home in Tennessee. After a few minutes had passed, Puck finally stirred, moving his hands away from his face and he turned to look at Sam, looking as if he was ready to cry at any second in anger. Sam scooted back a little, almost afraid that Puck was going to punch him or something, not quite certain what the expression Puck was making was even for.
"Did I do somethin' wrong?" Sam's voice cracked out of his control, preparing himself to get up and leave. Puck's expression changed and he shook his head, feeling bad for making Sam feel so uncomfortable. Puck mumbled something not quite audible and Sam cocked his eyebrow unable to decipher what he just said. "What?"
"I want. To kiss you." Puck said louder, making sure that Sam heard every part of the ballsy statement. Neither one of the boys sitting on the floor could believe what was just said. Sam's heart was racing, his face started to get hot as he let Puck's statement really sink in and played it on repeat until he understood it completely.
"You want to kiss me?" Sam asked in response, just making sure that Puck wasn't playing around before he made a fool out of himself. Sam studied Puck's reaction, noticing that he seemed really embarrassed and ashamed, not a reaction that Sam was used to seeing from his cocky and confident friend. He noticed how attractive that Puck was to him. Something he never really lingered on before. His masculine and tough qualities were appealing to Sam, who was much more mild and well behaved. Sure, he had been a stripper, but not around people he really knew. On the inside, Sam was just as innocent as his boyishly good looks could describe. But, at his core...he had a burning for something wild, something new. Something that could fill his body with excitement that would keep sending him chills for days. Puck complimented him in all the right ways and made him feel more complete.
Puck looked at Sam, nervously shrugging at the question like it wasn't a huge deal even though inside he was kicking himself for letting it build up to the point of soberly acting on his emotions. "That's what I said, isn't it?" Puck had to make himself feel better with one of his token smart ass statements, except, it didn't make him feel better at all. He felt ill.
Sam could tell that Puck was feeling really uncomfortable. He had stopped even looking at Sam all together at this point and instead, found a spot on the ground to stare at intensely. "Do you keep thinking about what happened?" Sam finally managed to push out. A question that he honestly really wanted to know the answer to. Puck leaned back on his hands, looking off to the side like he was thinking hard about the right thing to say.
"I have thought about it some, yeah. But honestly, I can't really remember most of it." Puck pursed his lips in deep thought, thinking deeply about the question.
Sam looked away, thinking about the events of that night. As drunk as he was, he could remember every detail of what happened between them. He wondered if Puck's answer was true. Puck hadn't seemed as drunk as he had been or at least, he didn't think he had. Sam thought long and hard about what to say, or what to do. He wanted to kill the tension that was quickly thickening up the air between them, making it hard for him to even breathe. He inched closer to Puck, making him turn his head to look at Sam with his eyebrow raised and Sam muttered the first words that came to his head.
"Let me remind you..." Sam closed his eyes and brushed his lips against Puck's until he felt him relax and lean into kiss him fully, their lips fighting to lead, the only way that either of them were used to kissing. To Sam's surprise, Puck backed off, letting him take the lead and Sam took the opportunity to take Puck's bottom lip between his lips, sucking on it and nibbling a little, getting a little hum in reaction from him which caused Sam to shiver. He jumped a little when he felt Puck's fingers glide up through his hair, grabbing it and deepening the kiss. An uncontrolled smile formed on Sam's lips causing Puck to do the same, both of them feeling relief and happiness creep over them like a breath of fresh air. Neither one of them felt the need for words, but only to continue exploring eachother's lips and tongues, letting out soft moans of approval every few seconds. Puck moved a hand down Sam's chest, feeling the thin cotton beneath his fingers. He grabbed at it and gripped it tightly, pulling Sam closer to him by his t-shirt, getting a moan from Sam in response.
Sam was not used to be handled this way. With authority and force. It made his heart beat faster than it already had been, something that Sam didn't think was even achievable. He started to breath harder, not able to be calm anymore at this point. Sam let out an "Ummph!" as Puck took charge and pushed Sam onto his back with his hands on his chest. The hard floor felt uncomfortable as he made contact with it so abruptly, but he didn't care, this was hot. Puck latched onto Sam's exposed neck, sucking on the side of it and tasting his warm skin, feeling his pulse beat rapidly against his lips. Sam parted his lips, panting and almost gasping for air at the sudden contact of Puck's lips to his weak spot. He arched his back, tilting his chin up and closing his eyes trying to control all of the feelings that were pulsing through his body right now. It was getting harder to breathe as the pleasure building up inside of him became almost too much to handle. He reached and grasped Puck's shoulders, pushing and finally prying him off of his neck.
Puck stared down at his prey, licking his lips and trying to fight him wanting to go back for more. He looked at Sam confused at his sudden reactions to stop him and asked him what was wrong. Sam started to smile, a hint of blushing forming on his cheeks before he spoke.
"Take off my clothes."