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Little Red Thong
By : thatonegirl
Category: G through L > Glee
Views: 13149 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from writing this story. - Chapter List
Monday at school, no matter where Puck went, Sam seemed to be there. In the morning, the blonde was leaning against his locker, smirking suggestively. Puck couldn’t help smiling himself when he saw Sam, but pretended to ignore him when he started putting his things away. All throughout glee club, no matter what was happening, Sam was looking at Puck, and though Puck kept his eyes off of Sam, he couldn’t help but notice that a lot of the other kids had picked up on Sam’s line of vision. Right before last period, Puck made his way to the bathroom, stopping when he saw the “OUT OF ORDER!” sign on the door. “Damn,” he muttered, shifting his weight from leg to leg. He knew that Sam would have tried to corner him in the bathroom, so he’d been avoiding going to the bathroom all day, and he had to admit it hadn’t really been one of his better ideas. Just as he was about to turn away, though, the door flew open and a pair of strong hands pulled him inside and pushed him up against the tiled wall. “Fuck, man, really?” Puck yelled, his eyes shut tight, awaiting a punch from Karofsky or Rick or some other asshole jock who’d probably caught Sam staring at Puck all day. “Just...don’t hit me on my good side, okay?” Puck heard his attacker chuckle and then push him more into the wall, leaning into him. Puck stopped struggling, his eyes still closed, but a confused expression settling onto his face. “Uh...dude?” he said, trying to inch his way out from underneath the boy on him. “God, shut up, Puck, you’re such an idiot!” a familiar voice whispered into his ears. Puck’s eyes shot open to see Sam’s face less than an inch away from his. “Goddamnit, Sam!” Puck roughly whispered back. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” “What I’ve wanted to do all day,” Sam whispered back, slowly pressing his lips onto the other boy’s. Puck wanted to struggle but he couldn’t because as much as he hated to admit it, this is what he’d wanted the entire day as well. He slowly leaned into the kiss, pushing himself off of the wall, causing Sam to stumble back a bit. He pulled away, smiling, but Sam wouldn’t have it. He pushed Puck back up against the wall and slowly began grinding his hips against Puck’s, smiling himself as he heard the quiet moans escape the other’s lips. “Fuck, Sam, I can’t. I have class! And you do too!” Puck said, breathless. Sam scoffed. “Since when did you become such a stickler for being on time, Puckerman?” He began pushing faster into Puck’s hips, their growing erections rubbing against each other. “We shouldn’t even be in here.” Puck said, breathing erratically. “What if some custodian walks in?” “They won’t,” Sam said, smirking, “because I put the sign on the door.” Puck stopped moving. “What?” “I knew you’d have to use the bathroom at some point…” “Wait. So, everything works in here?” Sam pulled away from Puck. “Uh…yeah?” “Fuck, Sam!” “...what?” “Seriously man, do you want me to piss my pants or something?” Puck cried, running to the nearest stall and locking the door behind him. “Why the hell would you lock the door, you idiot?” Sam said, leaning against the stall. “I’ve seen much more than what you’re showing in there.” “Yeah, that’s what I’m afraid of.” said Puck, letting out a sigh of relief and flushing the toilet. “I didn’t want to set you off more than you already were.” He unlocked the door and tried to pull it, but it wouldn’t budge. He looked up to see Sam’s hand gripping on the door. “I’m not going to let you out of there until you promise to spend some time with me tonight.” Sam said in a sing-song voice. “I let you be on Sunday. But it’s been more than 36 hours and I need some lovin’.” “Ugh, you’re such an asshole.” Puck said, smiling nonetheless. “Okay, how about Breadstix tonight? 8 o’clock?” Sam pushed the door open, smiling at Puck. “Sounds wonderful.”- You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
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