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Chapter twelve – Puck

A week had passed and Puck was at Sam's house again, this time just to play videogames. The boys had discovered that it didn't really matter what they would be doing as long as they were next to each other. They even didn't feel the need to talk or touch each other, Puck hated to be all over someone anyway. Still, that didn't mean that the blond haired boy, who was sitting next to him on the floor, hadn't been on his mind since their date at the restaurant – or maybe Sam had been on his mind for a while, but he hadn't noticed it before. His mind trailed off, which caused him to lose focus on their shooting game.

"Ah, fuck!" the mohawked boy exclaimed in an impulse of frustration, while his hand was in the air, ready to throw the controller – Sam's controller – across the room.

"Whoa! Calm down!" The blond quickly clamped himself around Puck's bicep, who lowered his arm immediately since he couldn't hold the weight. "We should really do something about your temper," Sam joked, a teasing grin on his face, "sometimes I just forget what an awful version of a loser you are."

Puck showed him a fake smile before his face turned entirely serious. An unannounced staring contest had soon started, but the hazel eyed boy wouldn't be himself if he wouldn't cheat. So his hands found Sam's sides and he started tickling him playfully.

"No. No, stop! Please, please, please, stop," the begging sounded, "Noah, I'm…serious, please, stop, I'm begging you, please."

Their young bodies had rolled over, mainly due to Sam's floundering, and Puck was now lying on top of him. They were panting ever so slightly, the Evans' breath hitching in his throat a couple of times in a gasp when the mohawked man started hovering over the boy's body again, even though it was innocent this time.

"Told you we should do something about your temper," Sam just couldn't stop himself, "you attack me when I point it out, which means you're confirm-"

"Alright, that's it," Puck interrupted as he removed himself off the boy, only to pick him up. "You're gonna die."

For a moment, Sam thought that they were going to play another round on their videogame, but the Puckerman had other plans. With a soft screech that came from Sam's mattress, he was thrown onto the bed, his love interest on top of him within seconds. If wasn't a long struggle, since Puck had always been stronger than Sam, but the boy still fought for his life. It was when the mohawked guy was holding his wrists in one hand, above his own head, that the blond realized what Puck's plan was. Puck noticed how Sam's eyes widened for a split second and a smirk appeared on his face.

"Noah!"

Puck had successfully pinned Sam down to the bed, his knees resting on the boy's upper arms as he sat on his chest. The position made Sam unable to do anything since his arms were out and there was no way his legs could bent in a way that he could even possibly graze Puck's back. On top of that, since his arms were above his head, his armpits were exposed, which could only mean…

"Noah! Noah, no, stop, please, please, please, I'm begging you, please, stop, please," the Evans exclaimed helplessly, his loud laughter sounding through the room.

"Say it." Puck stopped his torture for a moment.

Sam opened his mouth, sucked in some air, but then pursed his lips again.

"Fine," Noah shrugged, poking the blond's most ticklish body parts.

"Okay, okay!" Sam squirmed, "Noah Puckerman is king over all that is badass."

"Good boy," Puck was showing a satisfied smirk. He moved his lower body downwards so that he could lie on top of Sam. Their eyes met and he started examining the emerald, the many different dyes of the green. Have they even invented all those colors yet? Like, when you choose a color on your computer and you have that weird tablet that seems to have all the colors, would it be there? He doubted it.

"I like it when your body twitches," he grinned in a whisper as he watched Sam's cheeks flush a little redder than they were before. The strands of blond hair were scattered across his forehead and Puck pushed a pattern into them while he lowered his head and found Sam's lips in a kiss. One of those kisses that starts of very gentle, but turns more heated after a while. One of those kisses that Puck loved the most. The tip of his tongue was softly playing with Sam's as he moved his hand through the blond hair, slightly tugging on it every once in a while. His free hand had found a way under Sam's shirt and when his fingers made contact with the other boy's bare stomach, a bolt of electricity went through his body. And apparently also through Sam's, because his abs tensed for a moment. They smiled in between their kisses, both thinking of the comment that Puck had made earlier. But their little make out session continued which caused Puck to softly push his hips into Sam's, anticipating for some friction. He could feel that the boy under him froze for a moment, but decided to ignore it. His hand moved upwards under Sam's shirt and on top of his muscled chest he found a hard nipple. He pinched it teasingly and the blond sucked in a quick breath. Puck was smirking in his mind and opened his eyes to catch a glimpse of the turned on look on Sam's face. However, if that was what the boy looked like when he was starting to get hot, then…

"Are you alright?" he asked with a cracking voice.

Sam sucked in his bottom lip uncomfortably and Puck wouldn't call the boy his best friend if he didn't know what that meant. So he rolled off of him, lying on his side with his hand supporting his head.

"No, it's fine, I'm sorry," Sam quickly stammered. But Puck shook his head.

"Shut up."

He laid a hand over the place where Sam's heart should be, more or less, and rubbed his thumb against his shirt. The comic freak allowed the air to escape from his lungs, probably knowing that it was okay.

"You thought about Sean, didn't you?" Puck asked after a moment of silence.

Sam nodded silently, pursing his lips into a thin line as he averted his gaze. "I know I shouldn't," he mumbled.

"Well, it's not like you can help it." Puck shrugged it off. "It's okay, really."

That statement made Sam turn his head back to him with an upped, unbelieving eyebrow.

"Really? No sex is okay for the Shark?" he scoffed.

Puck shook his head, a chuckle escaping his throat. "I don't know. You're talking to Noah." He winked.

Sam blushed.

Time passed by as the two boys refused to get up from Sam's bed. As said before, they didn't really needed to do anything, just hanging out was enough. It was in those moments that Puck sometimes slipped into a slight discomfort and unknown fear, because it was one of those things he had never done with someone before. But then that nice, happy feeling started flowing through his body, since it also made him realize that he really had changed. Maybe back to who he really was, maybe to someone else, it didn't matter.

"Boys, dinner will be ready soon and I was just wondering if…"

Mary Evans had burst into her son's room without knocking. Then again, she hardly ever did. A wide smile grew on her face as she saw how her son was cuddling his best friend on his bed. She leaned against the doorframe comfortably, teasingly.

"Well…" she broke the awkward silence, still smirking.

Puck felt his face getting hot and Sam tried to casually slip out from under his arm. The mohawked guy started rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hands, trying to hide his embarrassment. Hell, he had hardly gotten used to these things himself and now Sam's mom had walked in on their intimate moment. And even though she didn't seem to have a problem with it, Puck still wanted to jump out the window, get into his truck, drive off and never come back.

"Yes, mom?" Sam asked. He had sat up and was nervously scratching the back of his head.

"Nothing," his mom shrugged indifferently, but the look on her face told the boys that she was enjoying the awkward atmosphere in the bedroom. Something only mothers could enjoy.

"You were saying something about dinner…" Sam pushed her, starting to realize that she was teasing him.

"Was I?" Mary got an exaggerated, thoughtful look on her face. She rubbed her chin for a second and then pointed her index finger towards Sam, as if she suddenly had remembered what she was here for. "Oh, right…dinner…" she said, "well, I was just wondering if Puck was staying, but I guess I already have my answer."

Puck's eyes widened in fear. He really didn't want to continue this moment of shame. "Actually, Mrs. Evans, I really have to…"

"You're staying for dinner."

As soon as the sound of footsteps had died from the stairs, Puck let out a painful groan. Sam, on the other hand, just started laughing.

"Why, God? Why?!" Puck whined, rolling around on the bed, "fuck me."

"Oh, come on, you'll be fine," Sam tried to comfort him, "you already know my parents and my parents already know you, so what's the deal?"

Puck took a moment to take those words into consideration. Sure, he and Sam's parents got along quite well. Hell, they were the only parents that had liked him, ever.

"You're probably right…" he sighed, "but still…"

"Yeah…now that I know that my mom is in this overly happy mood, she's probably telling my dad right now and they will continue pestering us for the next two and a half hours."

Puck's jaw dropped as his eyes widened. "Oh, hell no. I'm out of here," he stated, starting to make his way off the bed and towards the door. But two arms locked around his waist and Sam's laughter sounded in his ears.

"I'm joking, dude!" he chuckled, "they would never do that."

Puck growled again, but sat back down. It had been a long time since he had heard Sam laughing that many times in one day, making Puck realize that his friend's depression must be gone for the most part now. The thought made him smile and he leaned in to the comforting kiss that Sam pressed on his cheek.

"Come on, let's go downstairs."

Tiny drops of sweat started to form on Puck's forehead as he and Sam entered the kitchen. The lights were dimmed and the square table had been set up nicely. Dwight and Mary Evans had already taken their places at each end of the table, forcing the two boys to sit down opposite from each other.

"Take a seat, boys," Mrs. Evans invited them and Puck noticed how that particular smile hadn't left her face. He gulped as he tried his hardest to make himself feel comfortable.

"Do you want a beer, Puck?" Dwight asked with the same smirk on his face, but his eyes were slightly narrowed, which made the mohawked guy think that the man was suddenly testing him.

"No, thank you, I'm not allowed to drink," Puck thanked him, wishing upon every God that his answer had been morally correct, because some fathers actually liked to have a beer with their 'son in law'.

Mr. Evans nodded and went back to serving some of the food on the table onto his plate. Puck turned his head to Sam and mouthed an honest 'what the fuck', but he only received a shrug and a not-understanding look from the blond. He started to make up his own plate while Sam got up to get two cokes. Puck had just taken the first sip when Mary voiced her question.

"So, for how long have you guys been dating?"

Puck inhaled the liquid straight into his lungs because of the unexpected question and started coughing uncontrollably.

"Mom!"

"What? I'm just asking," Mary responded innocently.

Meanwhile Puck was fisting his own chest, trying desperately to get the coke the other way down his body. He scraped his throat for the last time before shooting Sam an helpless look.

"Err…I don't really know…" Sam answered uncomfortably, "I guess it just…I don't know...since we've been best friends and all and…"

"Oh, alright." Mrs. Evans smiled.

The mohawked guy picked up his fork, suddenly noticing that there were peas on his plate, of course, because they were so easy to get into your mouth. Fuck, he would probably end up spilling them all across the table, floor, chair and maybe even into Sam's hair. Hmm, well maybe if he aimed slightly to the right…

"Does your mom know about the two of you, Puck?" Mr. Evans asked.

What the fuck had gotten into these people?! "No…no, I…I, err…" Puck stammered, "I haven't known for that long, so…" He started tapping his foot under the table nervously.

"Well are you planning on telling her soon or…?"

"Dad!"

"Calm down, Samuel, I'm just showing some interest in your new boyfriend," Dwight explained himself.

"He's not my boyfriend!" Sam blurted out.

"I'm not your boyfriend?" Puck looked up from his plate.

"Well…not officially, right…?"

"What do you mean 'not officially'?" he fired back, "do you want me to ask you or something?"

"No…yes…maybe…I-I don't know," Sam mumbled.

"What? Is telling each other that we're in love not enough?" Puck frowned in offense.

Then he realized that Sam's parents were still sitting on either side of him. He quickly shut his mouth while Sam was pushing his lips into a thin line. Earlier, Puck had wanted to run away, at this point, he just wanted to drop dead to the floor.

The boys didn't notice that Mr. and Mrs. Evans were desperately trying to withhold their laughter. It actually took Sam and Puck another three minutes to finally look up and realize what was going on. You could almost hear something breaking in the room as Mary and Dwight released their salvo.

"You said they would never do this to us!" Puck exclaimed in a blaming sound, but the grin on his face told Sam that he wasn't really upset.

"And clearly I was wrong!" Sam responded, shaking his head. "Mom, dad! Seriously!"

"I'm sorry!" Mother Evans apologized, "it's just that I told your dad about our encounter earlier and we came up with the idea to make this dinner as one of those awkward scenes out of a romantic comedy, you know, since you are so overly obsessed with movies, and…and…"

The middle aged woman was unable to finish her sentence, but she didn't have to. Puck let out a sigh of relief while Sam was still shaking his head. After a couple of minutes the laughter finally died down and Mr. Evans was the first one to turn somewhat more serious.

"But, guys, in all honesty now," he started off, "you don't have to feel uncomfortable about this. We are perfectly fine with it."

"Exactly," Mary nodded, a sincere smile now showing on her face. She turned to Noah. "You know we like you, Puck. We always have."

Sam and Puck blushed a little at their words, but felt relieved nonetheless. At least they wouldn't have to be secretive about what was going on between them or whatever.

"But no funny business when Puck stays over!"

"Dad!"