Chapter 10
Puck
I can't get the moment out of my head. It plays over and over again. It happened. Oh God, it happened. No, wait, yes.
Why did I do it? Am I gay? Do I want Finn? I can be fine with gay, but Finn?
We've already gone over this.
I'm having dreams, man. Dreams. Dudes don't have these dreams.
It's all, soft lighting and shit. And it's not really dreams. There aren't robots or ninjas or fighting lesbians with large boobs.
No, it's just Finn. Fucking Finn.
He sits there and he's supposed to look gawky. I mean, he's a giant. He's tall and awkward and shit, but not now. He sits there with this grace that I wish he had in football. No, he just looks into my eyes. His beautiful eyes. Brown eyes that seem both shallow and deep. Flying fuck, they're pretty. With his soft eyelashes and weirdly beautiful eyebrows.
And his arching nose, smooth and soft, but rigid. And his jawline. And chin. Masculine. . Gorgeous? With his Adam's apple. It sticks out...but I like it. It looks handsome. And...what the fuck is wrong with me?
And his stubble. The tiniest bit of dark brown stubble. Not fuzz. Hard, rough, sharp stubble. I want to graze my lips over it. I don't know why, I just have the sudden urge to. Does anyone know anyway? And his hair. Black and brown and soft and curly and a mess. A beautiful chaos. Sticking out in some place, mainly the front. I want to pat it down.
While I kiss his lips. Thos pink, soft, lips. Oh God. Those lips. I want to touch them with mine. Carress them. Be near them. Those fucking lips. Kissing mine. Turning into a smile. Smiling at me. The soft light shines on his smiling face in love with me. His lips rubbing against my cock.
My cock. Stuffed into his mouth. Coming. Coming.
Coming. In my bed. Sticky sheets. What the hell? I've never had this happen before. I've never jammed the bed. Never woken up to the sheets embarrasingly stuck to my thighs, the blood rushing from both heads.
Finn, what are you doing to me?