He wakes up with a grunt, holding his hand up to block the bright rays of light from his face that shone thru the slits of his blinds, casting thick golden lines across the jumbled mess of sheets and blankets tangled at his feet. He shifts onto his side slowly, eyes falling on the gorgeous form that lay beside him, the sun catching the bronzed skin of their bare back as they slept. He smiles warmly at the sight, reaching a hand up to trace the boy's spine all the way to his butt, being careful not to wake Puck as he breathed steadily, fast asleep on his stomach, making barely a sound. He loved the way the sheets gathered around his boyfriend, covering him in just the right places, leaving small, sun-lit patches of beautiful skin exposed in the open, almost as if to frame his lover's body. He let's his fingers skim over the warm flesh gingerly, softly memorizing each little detail in his mind. He chuckles playfully, remembering the activities of the night before and how they'd be forever stored in his heart. Suddenly Puck begins to stir, his hazel eyes fluttering open to fall upon Finn's smiling face, lips forming a sweet smile of his own, slowly sitting up on his elbows to gaze sleepily at the quarterback, Finn noticing the sheet fall lower on his boyfriend's body.
"Morning….." he breathes, bringing a hand out to brush across the top of Puck's cheek. "Sleep good…?"
He nods, pushing himself up on his knees, letting the sheet fall away, uncovering the boy's naked body. The taller boy reaches a hand out, caressing the smaller's curved hip, gently tugging him forward, closer. He crawls toward Finn, pulling the thin fabric from his form as well til they both were completely bare before swinging a leg over him to straddle his largely built frame.
"Slept great, baby…" he grins, delving down to capture Finn's lips in his, hands coming up to tangle in the boy's hair, feeling Finn's hands on his hips as they kissed, thumbs rubbing soft circles in his thighs, pulling back gently, hearing that little smack of lips he loved so much as they parted. "….thanks to you."
Finn blushed deeply at that, knowing he had tuckered Puck out by topping the night before…..topping for the first time, he might add. And it was amazing…..
"Come on, babe….are you gonna let me teach you how to get this damn routine down or not?" Puck huffs as he lounges near the dark, wooden piano, watching his boyfriend pace the linoleum. He knew Finn had never been good at dancing but the boy had really been put down when he couldn't get the hang of this week's dance number to "Last Friday Night", so Puck was willing to help the big goof because he didn't like when Finn was upset and Puckerman's rocked at everything….it was a scientific fact.
He sighs, halting his pacing as he turns to Puck, finally looking up from the ground to gaze at the boy, eyes filled with worry. "But….what if I mess it u[….everyone will laugh at me...and I will have let you down and Mr. Schue down….and-and all of Glee and-."
Puck stops him in his rant, "Your not gonna let anyone down…..especially me. You just need some work at it is all….Now quit pacing and let me teach you before I blow chunks from getting dizzy watching you….
Finn nods, taking a deep breath, stopping the pacing and psyching himself up. "Alright dude, let's do this….." He smiles widely at Puck, clapping his hands together, thankful for the newfound support and belief, knowing later on he'd just get freaked out again but for now he was good. He walks to the center of the room, shaking out his nerves. "…teach me"
Puck grins, hopping up from his seat at the piano, making his way over to the boy, pressing a teasing kiss to his lips before taking position beside him to begin showing his uncoordinated, loveable mass of a boyfriend how to get their dance down pat.
He grins at the small favor but soon gets his head in the game as the boy begins to show him the moves.
"Alright Finnocence….just follow me and you'll get it, okay?" he explains, giving a smile before beginning to move, going step by step the routine Finn had to have mastered by Thursday, watching the exasperated look wash over Finn's face as he got lost in the footwork, forgetting several things. He sighs, knowing this was going to be a bit difficult at first but damn he didn't think it'd be this hard. "You really don't know what your doing do you…?" he laughs, stopping midway thru their routine, watching as Finn's hands flew to hair, giving a frustrated tug.
"No…!" he cries, plopping down on the floor, pulling his knees up to his chest, resting his cheek on his knee cap. "Let's just face it I suck…..and I'm never gonna get it…." He lies back on the floor, folding his arms behind his head, giving up.
He sits down beside the boy, nudging him with his foot. "Baby you don't suck. You…You're just not good…"he replies, trying to make Finn feel better but realizing he probably just made his boyfriend feel worse about the whole situation.
"Geez, thanks…." He sighs, flashing Puck a small glare before staring up at the ceiling.
"Sorry…" he mumbles, looking down at the ground, knowing he wasn't helping much in the situation. With a sigh he stands up, offering a hand to Finn to hoist him up, Finn takes his hand and rises to his feet, ready to make a fool out of himself again trying to learn this number.
Puck smirks heavily, nudging his sullen boyfriend in the arm. "Let's get outta here, dude. I think I know a better place for us to practice….
"Shit, baby…and fuck, I thought your fingers hurt…."he gasps as Finn entered the boy slowly from behind, trying to be gentle, pushing coming to a stop when Finn hears Puck tell him it hurts. It was his boyfriends idea to bottom this time, for the first time, so he knew there would be at least a little bit of pain, but still he hated to hurt the running back.
"I'm sorry…." He breathes heavily, hands gripping Puck's waist tightly in his hands, fighting with himself to keep control, the boy beneath him wrapped snugly around his member, and being the quick draw that he was, it was difficult to keep from coming right then and there, the only weapon he had on his side was his mantra chant of "mailman" he whispered under his breath as he tried to pull himself together.
"It's okay just….keep going…" he grunts, moving his hips against Finn's to keep some sort of feeling going. "And quit saying that over and over…..I love you but babe you sound like an idiot." He hears a strained laugh from above him, giving a pleasured whine as Finn began to move again, hitting it at just the right angle, making him quiver violently in the quarterback's hands, goosebumps riddling his body as the sensation filled him, and from that moment on he knew they were both in for a long night.
"Tell me what you want, Noah….." Finn whispers hotly in the boy's ear, beginning to move slightly, giving a soft moan in his ear. "Anything you ask for and I'll give it to you….anything, baby…." He pulls out, thrusting back in immediately, establishing a slow but decent pace.
Puck gives another whine, panting as he answered. "Fuck me…./Please!/" He fists his hands in the sheets as Finn did just that, everything feeling right.
Finn smiles softly as he brings a hand up from the boy's hips held firmly in his grasp to trace a heart against the boy's abs. "Thanks to me, huh…..?" he breathes with a soft chuckle, looking up at his boyfriend from where he lay beneath him.
Puck smirks, delving down to whisper in his ear, nipping gingerly at Finn's earlobe as he spoke, hands inching their way up his boyfriend's chest, feeling every muscle of the boy's torso, loving the way his boyfriend shivered at the attention. "Thanks to you giving it to me all night like I asked for, baby….." he chuckles darkly in Finn's ear, squeezing the boy's hips with his thighs, rocking forward a bit, creating a split second of friction between the two, knowing he'd draw some sort of reaction from the quarterback.
Finn bit his lip as Puck whispered in his ear, goosebumps rippling over his pale flesh, sitting up, keeping the boy balanced in his lap, hands cradling his boyfriends back, kissing the boy deeply, tongue dipping greedily into his mouth, tasting the sweet essence of his boyfriend mixed with the slightly funky hint of morning breath but he didn't care. He smiles into the favor as they part, burying his face in Puck's shoulder. "Your welcome, love…."he whispers, smiling against the earthy skin of the boy's shoulder.
Puck flushes when he hears Finn call him "love'. He'd never admit it but it was his favorite pet name. He just didn't tell the boy romantic shit like that, Puckerman's just didn't do that. After a few minutes, he crawls from the boy's lap and off the bed, walking bare towards the bathroom, making sure to give Finn something to look at as he leaves, turning at the doorway to look at his boyfriend. "You think you can keep up with me later when I finally teach you those moves now….? He smirks with a wink, returning to the bathroom.
He grins deviously as the boy leaves, knowing he could do way more to Puck than just keep up….