A/N: Prompt for nasuadas; ice cream. Thanks!
Sam's tongue is flicking out, drawing ice cream into his mouth with each sexy, tempting, unfair lick.
Puck, across the lunchroom, can't help but stare at him. He's already hard, uncomfortably so, his hand a second away from releasing himself under the table when Sam turns to look at him.
Taking an extra long lick, tongue curling around the sweet and scooping it into his mouth, it's obvious what Sam is trying to achieve.
And, dammit, Puck shifts, groaning as the pressure grows too much to be comfortable in his jeans, he knows the other boy'll get what he wants.