Authors note: I seriously got way to much time on my hands, another update!
No beta. Sorry for any mistakes, I'm sure you'll find a few.
"What went down? Y'all are crazy!" Mercedes asked in utter shock, as her friends winced and cringed while having their bruises and cuts examined by Rachel and Tina.
"Jordan and his friend, the dickheads from the swim team. The douche bag started a fight with Puck." Mike answered.
"The dudes from the swim team? Fucking asshole." Sam shook his head and cussed under his breath, knowing it must have something to do with the recent budget cuts.
"Man, you boys are gonna be so screwed." Tina said, rubbing her boyfriends arm.
"You're covered in a lot of blood, Noah. You're only bleeding a little from your head and knuckles." Rachel sympathetically rubbed Puck's back.
"I don't understand why you'd get in a fight with someone from the swim team?" Mercedes asked.
"Figgins' cut the swim team's budget so we could buy some new jerseys and equipment for football. Sue wouldn't let him make a dent in her budget for the Cheerios and, seeing as the swim team don't enter competitions and stuff, he lowered their budget which was already pretty low." Sam informed her.
"Oh. So that's what caused the fight." Mercedes nodded to herself, catching up.
"That and he called Puck a fag and a Lima loser." Mike nodded innocently.
"For real?" Tina gasped, Sam felt panic in his stomach, so he tried to play it cool. Recently, Sam had become an expert at acting cool on the outside when something bugged him on the inside.
"Oh Noah, you shouldn't let such descending comments get to you. Firstly, you're not a Lima loser, in fact you're actually very intelligent. Secondly, you're clearly not homosexual, I think most of the female students here can vouch for you on that. Maybe even a few members of the faculty." Rachel nodded her head, confident in her statement. Rachel's last comment made Puck smirk, but he quickly searched for Sam's face, he wasn't sure what to expect but he felt a little hurt when Sam kept a straight, normal facial expression. He wasn't sure what to expect thought, maybe just a hint of jealously.
"Hey, blame Mike as well." Puck mumbled like a child, pouting his bottom lip. Everyone knew he was joking and even Rachel laughed a little. If Puck wasn't doing...whatever he and Sam were doing, he would definitely be trying to get it on with her. Underneath the crazy-teen thing, she was pretty cool and she was definitely hot.
"Dude, that was funny when you said the condom thing to him, what was it again?" Mike laughed at he waved his finger at Puck.
"Oh yeah." Puck laughed. "Somethin' like your birth certificate is an apology from the condom factory, somthin' like that." Puck laughed even harder, finding himself very funny.
"Dude, that was epic. And the way you caught his fist when he tried punching you, it was like somethin' you'd see in the movies!" Mike laughed, Puck just laughed. They were all suddenly taken by surprised when Principle Figgins' and Mr Schuester appeared in the entrance of the fire exit.
"Puckerman, Chang. My office, now!" Figgins' shouted as Mr Schue crossed his arms and shook his head.
"Oh, fuck." Puck grumbled, getting up.
"Total worth it." Mike smirked.
"I am so turned on right now." Tina groped her boyfriends ass and he began walking away.
"Later, baby." Mike smirked.
Puck slumped back in one of the chairs in front of Principle Figgins desk, but Mike sat up straight in the chair beside him, showing that he was nervous. Figgins' sat up straight resting his hands on his desk while Mr Schue stood beside him.
"What on earth happened?" Mr Schue pleaded.
"I want your full statements in detail." Figgins' raised his eyebrow and cocked his head to the side.
"Well..." Puck began, but Figgins' interrupted him.
"I want to hear this from Mike."
"What?" Puck cocked a brow and glared at the Principle.
"Look, if you boys want to walk away from this blame free, I suggest you let Mike speak for you. He isn't known for being a trouble maker so whatever 'happened' would sound better coming from him." Principle Figgins used his hands as quotation marks and nodded his head, hoping Puck would catch on.
"Oh." Puck dragged out the word and nodded his head slowly. Mr Schuester was in a state of pure shock, his eyes widened and his jaw dropped.
"Okay...well...um..." Mike began. "Our teacher asked Puck a question because he wasn't listening and Puck answered correctly. Jordan made some very provocative comments toward Puck, he said something about his mom, and Jordan tried to punch him. Puck grabbed his fist, which was epic, and then reacted in self-defence. I tried to break the fight up...but I got attacked from behind, and acted in self defence?" Mike slowly spoke, and looked around at everyone for approval.
"Well, I think it sounds like Puck got provoked and he only fought back in self defence." Mr Schuester shrugged.
"I agree, William. The statement pretty much matches up with the present teachers." Principle Figgins' flashed a quick smile before clearing his throat. "Now, Mr Puckerman. You've been taking anger management classes for two years now, am I correct?"
"Yeah." Puck shrugged.
"Now, your anger issues aren't exactly a secret are they?" Figgins' asked.
"Nope." Puck responded.
"Now, every member of the school faculty is also aware that you often, lose control of yourself. And I'm just going to presume that most of your peers are aware of this, as well?" Figgins' continued.
"Have you heard about my rep? Of course everyone knows I'm badass." Puck smirked.
"So, aware that you have a very bad temper, Jordan still provoked you. Meaning, this wasn't your fault as far as I'm concerned." Figgins smiled. "Now Mike, other than a few misunderstandings at football games, you've never caused a fist fight, am I correct?"
"Um...yeah." Mike responded slowly, but surely.
"And you tried to break the fight up? Because you didn't want your peers to fight, correct?" Figgins' tried to keep a serious facial expression, but a smirk teased the curves of his lips.
"Correct." Mike thought he was going to get expelled or something when he first entered Figgins' office, but now he sat and smirked.
"But, during the struggle, you got attacked from behind by another member of the swim team. You reacted in self-defence, correct?" Figgins' continued.
"Yep." Mike's smirk turned to a wicked grin.
"Mr Schuester..." Figgins' craned his neck to look at the man stood beside him. "I think it's clear who's to blame for the incident."
"It's very clear." William Schuester nodded his head.
"Well, thank you for your statements boys. I'll make sure that the other boys involved are given suitable punishments. You may leave." Figgins' nodded his head and both boys stood.
"Thank you for you coöperation, boys." Mr Schue smiled.
"No, thank you." Puck smirked.
"Thanks." Mike added, the boys left the room just as a male nurse entered Figgins' office. They shrugged it off and walked down the hall to see Jordan being walked out on a stretcher by people in green hospital uniforms' and the other boy walking behind rubbing his head, being supported by the school nurse.
"Shit man, we really did a number on them." Mike shook his head, but he didn't feel guilty.
"Fucking assholes." Puck laughed.
"Where we going? I don't want to go back to history now." Mike laughed.
"I'm hungry." Puck shrugged.
"Canteen it is then." Mike laughed.
Later that day Sam and Puck had stopped by Sam's Grandmothers place to drop some money off, a total of £600. Puck gave them £200, they tried to refuse but Puck insisted. Puck could finally see why Sam hated his Grandmother, she really was a bitch. She really was homophobic towards he cat, poor thing. Sam wanted to keep the visit short and simply, he didn't want to be around his Grandmother for too long. They made their way over to some womans house and began cleaning her pool. It had been over an hour and a half and the sun never seemed hotter than what it was now. Sam stood and wiped sweat from his forehead.
"No wonder you're in great shape, pool cleaning is a lot harder than it seems." Sam complained.
"You'll get used to it." Puck let out a soft chuckle, he was knelt beside the pool with a tube, Sam didn't even want to ask what he was doing.
"So, you plan on telling me what actually happened today?" Sam asked, taking a sip from his energy drink.
"He called me a fag." Puck looked directly at Sam.
"So?" Sam cocked a brow.
"What do you mean, 'so'?" Puck asked.
"Well, why did you get so angry about it?" Sam shrugged.
"Dude, I've made out with you a lot lately and I'm...I thought I was the straightest guy in Lima." Puck shook his head and looked away, Sam knelt down beside him.
"I'm sorry. This is all my fault." Sam bit the inside of his cheek.
"It's not your fault. It isn't anyone's fault." Puck let out a rough sigh. "Well actually, if you stopped being so hot that might help." Puck laughed.
"Ha ha." Sam spoke sarcastically.
"Look, whatever's going on between us is fine with me. It's just, when he called me a fag...it struck a nerve. But, when we've decided what this is and we're both comfortable with it, people can say what they like. Well, I'll still gonna kick some ass every now and then." Puck laughed, trying to lighten the mood.
"You know, since we became closer you've been really...nice and kind to me. Why aren't you this nice to anyone else?" Sam asked, he didn't mean it horribly. Luckily, Puck knew what he meant.
"I got a rep to keep up with." Puck laughed. "Nah, I just don't want people thinking I'm some nice guy they can fuck over. With you, I know you're a nice guy but other people, they seem like they want to be your friend but they only want to use you for their advantage." Puck shrugged.
"What's the story behind it?" Sam asked.
"You know, you're really not as stupid as people think you are." Puck laughed.
"I know." Sam laughed.
"Well, me and Finn had a small group of friends when we were kids. I was just a nice, polite Jewis boy. People pushed me around and stuff, the only one who didn't was Finn, guess I just got sick of it. Even then I was pretty badass, so I kicked their asses." Puck told him, truthfully. "Don't go thinkin' that underneath this pure badassness I'm some soft, caring person. The difference between me then and now is that I don't pretend to like the people I hate." Puck laughed.
"Deep, man. Don't worry, I like you just the way you are." Sam laughed.
"Chlorine levels are normal...the pools clean...we're done here." Puck stood, rubbing his hands together.
"Thank god." Sam chuckled, standing. They both began gathering the equipment before placing it all in Pucks truck.
"The pool looks perfect for our party tonight." A dark-skinned woman of the upper class smiled. "You done an amazing job, per usual Mr Puckerman. And thank you, for your hard work Mr Evans. It usually takes Puck at least 2 hours to get the job done."
"Thanks Mrs Marks." Sam smiled.
"Here you go." The woman handed Puck and Sam separate envelopes before saying goodbye and watching them drive off down the road.
"£400? Each?" No matter how much money Sam had earned lately, any amount over £100 always shocked him.
"You always get so excited over money?" Puck laughed.
"Yeah, I guess so." Sam laughed.
"McDonald's sound good?" Puck cocked a brow.
"Yes!" Sam rested his head back on his head rest.
"Good, I'm starving." Puck chuckled.
"Is it just me or are you always hungry?" Sam laughed.
"Nah, I'm always hungry." Puck laughed, he took a left turn and drove a while longer before pulling up behind a que of cars at Mcdonald's drive through.
It was now 9:30 pm and Sam and Puck sat in the dressing room at Dreamboys.
"Dude, I'm so tired." Puck yawned.
"Me too. Stop yawning, its contagious." Sam laughed, causing Puck to laugh with him. "Are we allowed to see the V.I.P room? Jack told me it's awesome."
"Sure man, I think it's by Suzie's office." Puck smiled.
"What time is it?"
"Nine thirty, we're not on until ten thirty tonight. Wanna check it out now?" Puck smirked.
"Yeah." Sam smiled, he waited for Puck to stand before following him up a flight of stairs. Instead of going to the end room at the bottom of the corridor, they stopped at the first door, about the door was the letters V.I.P is glittery, silver letters.
"I guess this is it." Puck opened the door to show a dark room, he felt around the wall for a minute or so before finally finding the light switch. There was a stage at the far end of the room with a long pole going from the bottom to the top, and a bar on the left side of the room. There was one white wall, at the end of the room where the stage was and the rest were simply black. The room was beautiful really, all the furniture looked expensive and it had a few decorations to make the room look elegant.
"Woah, this place is awesome." Sam said in awe as he looked around.
"I know man!" Puck agreed, closing the door behind them. He put his arms around Sam's waist from behind. Sam shifted round so he was facing Puck.
"Before you say 'we both did this' or something, just please let me say thank you. You've really helped me, you've supported me so much and I really appreciate it." Sam put one of his hands on Puck's hips and placed the other around his neck.
"It's nothing man." Puck smiled, leaning in to Sam's touch.
"No, it's not nothing. You've really done a lot for me. I can't thank you enough." Before Puck could respond, Sam pressed his lips against Pucks. They shared an open-mouthed kiss for a while before both of them were desperate for air. Puck brushed a strand of Sam's hair from his face and tucked it behind his ear, causing Sam to blush.
"You mean so much too me, Evans." Puck smiled.
"You mean a lot to me too, Puckerman. Whatever this is, I love it." Sam blushed even more. He took Sam's hand and walked to a private booth, dragging Puck inside.
"What you got up your sleeve, Evans?" Puck laughed.
"You remember the first thing you ever said to me?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, I think I asked you how many tennis balls you could fit in your...oh." Puck chuckled, his stomach was suddenly full of butterflies and his heart began racing.
"I said I don't know, because I've never had any balls in my mouth before." Sam bit his bottom lip.
"Then you asked me if I had." Puck laughed.
"Well, I think it's time we found out." Sam smirked.
"Really?" Puck placed his hand on Sam's neck." Are you sure you're ready for this?"
"Yeah..." Sam smiled, leaning into the touch.
"You don't have to..." Puck ran his hand through the blondes hair.
"I know. I want to" Sam smiled, he gave Puck a soft shove, Puck took the hint and sat down on the couch in the spacious booth. Sam unzipped Puck's jeans but didn't have much luck getting them down so Puck lifted his ass from the couch while Sam pulled them down. Puck stole one last kiss before Sam turned his attention back to Puck's already-hard cock. He swallowed back the lump in his throat before exposing Puck's vigorous, throbbing penis. It was already dripping with pre-cum, Sam couldn't help but smirk knowing he had that effect of the mohawked teen. Sam wrapped his hand around the base of Pucks cock, licking from where his hand had a firm grip to the tip. He pursed his lips as he took the head into his mouth, it was an unusual feeling, but it wasn't necessarily a bad feeling.
Puck had never been so nervous about receiving a blow job before. He had his first blow job when he was only 14, and even then he wasn't nervous. He sat back and bit on his bottom lip as he watched the blonde tease him, by licking his long, hard cock from base to tip. Puck moaned at the warmth of Sam's mouth around the tip of his cock. "Oh, shit." Puck moaned, resting his head back against the padded wall. Sam took more of Puck in his mouth, until the tip of Puck's cock was halfway down his throat. Sam didn't have a gag reflex so it was okay, he breathed through his nose into Puck's neatly groomed pubes as he let his throat adjust to the feeling.
"Are you okay?" Puck whispered, Sam tried his bed to nod, but it was a little hard with a dick in his mouth. Sam slowly began bobbing his head band and forth, each time Puck let out a moan or a grunt Sam slowly began picking up the pace.
"Wow...Sam..." Puck placed both of his large hands on Sam's head, holding his blonde hair back so he could get a better view of Sam's face. "So...fucking...hot." Puck clenched his jaw and tried to thrust his hips a little. Sam began playing with Puck's balls with his spare hand. He flattened out his tongue and let Puck thrust himself in and out of his mouth, letting him take control. Sam let out a moan when the tip of Puck's mouth his the back of his throat, hard.
"Do that again." Puck begged. Sam moaned on Puck's cock, sending vibrations through Puck's body, causing him to shudder. "Shit...I'm gonna...soon." Puck whimpered, stopping his hips. Sam let Puck's hard length slip from his mouth and began rubbing it with his hands. "Come up here." Puck ordered. Sam got up and sat next to Puck. The mohawked boy pulled Sam in and began kissing him while undoing his pants, Sam shifted so that Puck could pull his pants down. Sam left out a seductive gasp when Puck exposed his own erection. Sam laughed when Puck spat on his hands but shuddered when he began rubbing his length. He placed his spare hand around Sam's neck and kissed him, Sam mirrored his actions as he forcefully began kissing him back.