Prompt:
Puck's still in his manwhore days but something happens and he can't really, perform. Then he has a talk with Rachel and she touches him in a non-sexual part of his body (like, his shoulder or sth) and he gets an instant lift off :P
On Saturday, at Mike's party, Puck has one hand under Christie Miller's bra and the other is slowly but surely making its way down into her panties as he's pressing her against the bathroom door. Her eyes are closed, her head is tipped back against the door and her hands are clutching his shoulders, and it feels good. And than something registers somewhere in his head.
He's not even half hard.
He pauses for a second, the stillness of both of his hands causing Christie to whimper and try to pull him closer. Than he figures that with the amount of alcohol he has in his system it's probably not that uncommon (even though it never happened to him before. Like, never. Never, ever, ever). So he goes back to what he was doing and shrugs it off.
On Sunday he tries not to think about what happened on Saturday.
On Monday he's in the music room, trying not to fall asleep waiting for Glee practice to start. He's slouched in his chair, watching everybody around him, waiting for Mr. Schue to get his ass in gear and start already. His gaze finally falls on Rachel, sitting to his right on the row in front of him just when she leans down absentmindedly and scratches her ankle. His jeans become a little tighter and all is right in his world again. Sure, it's Berry, but it's legs and he's kind of a leg man.
On Tuesday he's in the back seat of his truck with Santana after football and Cheerio practice. She's on her back and he's making his way down her body until he's between her legs. Her hands are on his shoulders, pushing him down to where she wants him, and when he finally settles with her legs over his shoulders and starts working his tongue on her he expects it to get really uncomfortable since his hips are all pressed into the seat in the cramped space they have, but it doesn't.
He's not about to say anything because Santana is a bitch who isn't above making fun of him. Besides, she's selfish enough to just go after her own release and not wonder about where he is in this whole situation (hey, happened before) so he knows she won't even notice.
This time he's blaming Coach Beiste for wearing them out during practice (even though this never, ever, ever, happened before either).
On Wednesday morning he's walking to his locker, trying not to think about the two times (two!) his dick went on strike on him and wondering if he even still has one. He's almost there when he passes by Rachel's locker just as she's reaching up to get something from all the way in the back of the top shelf and her shirt rides up a little, exposing a sliver of flesh at the small of her back right above her skirt.
And than he's no longer wondering if his dick is still there because it's making itself known (hello, it's right above her ass, and Puck was always an ass man) to the point where Puck has to change course and duck into the bathroom. It hasn't happened since he was a freshman, and he's be embarrassed about it, if he wasn't so relieved for the first time in his life to get a hard on.
On Thursday he's at a client's house, cleaning the pool. Business started early this year, since it's been unusually warm and people want to start using their pools as soon as possible, and he managed to convince his mom that a few gigs now and than won't hurt his school work. The owner is one of the women he was banging on a regular basis last summer, one of the hotter ones, and he's curious to see if they're going to start off right where they left.
Right on queue, when he lifts his eyes to glance inside the living room, he sees her stripping down to her bikini inside and making it seem as if she's adjusting her top but still manage to flash him. Yep, they're back on schedule, except his dick is not up for playtime. Again.
Now he's really starting to freak out, because there is no booze in his system and he took an extra long nap at school and there are just no excuses for him not to be turned on by a half naked chick doing her best to seduce him. But he's not turned on, not even a little. He's completely soft in his board shorts. So he's doing his best to ignore the chick, finishes his work extra fast and without looking back when she calls after him hightails it out of her driveway. It's a good thing he gets paid in advance.
He spends the rest of the night sulking in his room.
On Friday, everyone notices that something is going on with him. All day long he was glaring at people, he almost threw a freshman in the dumpster when he arrived at school (Kurt, of all people, managed to stop him from doing that), shoved that creep Jacob Ben-Israel extra hard in the hallway (what? Dude was blocking his locker. It had nothing to do with the fact that he was trying to sneak a peek down Berry's shirt at the time. Really) and had a permanent scowl on his face.
By the time Glee rehearsal came, they all noticed it and both Mike and Finn were designated at various times during the day to try and see what's wrong with him, but with no luck.
He's not about to advertise that the school's stud has lost his mojo, ok?
So they are all keeping their distance from him during practice and let him just content to sit in his chair, all the way in the back, not talking to anybody, unless they have to actually get up for something. By the time rehearsal is over, most of the guys leave quickly and he decides to wait it out so Finn won't try to talk to him again about what the hell is up with him today, because two awkward conversations are enough for him.
He thinks the room is finally empty when he sees Rachel pull the chair next to him closer to where he's sprawled over his own and sit down.
"What the fuck do you want, Berry?"
"Language, Noah." She says, a frown on her face as he rolls his eyes at her. But than her expression changes. "I was just wondering if there is something you might want to talk about? I know that I might not seem like the obvious choice for you to confide in, but I do feel like we've formed a somewhat tentative friendship these past couple of months and I'd be happy to listen."
He's trying to tune out her babble, but than she's placing her hand over his arm where he has it crossed over his chest and he feels himself harden. He looks at her hand and than down to his pants and he's frowning.
Rachel must notice this. "Noah, are you ok?"
He looks up from where she's running her small hand back and forth over his arm a little to her face, and she has a really worried expression on. And the more he feels her skin on his, the harder he gets. He doesn't answer, just looks at her, and he can tell that she's getting uncomfortable, self conscious but she doesn't say anything, trying to let him decide if he wants to talk.
And than she brings up her other hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and he's so hard he knows she'll definitely notice if she'll look down. And than he decides to make her notice.
So he smiles, watching her expression changing to a confused one, reaches out and pulls her from her chair to sit on his lap. She lets out something that is between a gasp and a moan when she realizes what it is she feels beneath her and he takes the chance to place his hand on the back of her neck and pull her forward so he can attach his lips to hers. A second later her hands are pulling his shirt to get him closer to her and she's melting against him.
When he finally pulls back it takes her a second to open her eyes, and they're a little glassy when she looks at him. Neither of them move any body part so he figures she's not going to punch him for basically attacking her (she and Santana are friends now and the bitch taught her a few things).
"More than ok," He tells her and she gets this wicked smile on her face and pulls him back to her.
And he just realized that yes, he's always been a leg man and an ass man, but now he is only if they're on Rachel. He realizes he's mostly a Berry man.