I know it's not you. [He rolls his eyes, because - fuck. He knows Sam doesn't go out specifically to get his ass kicked. Fuck, if that's what he wants, all he has to do is say the word, and he and Puck can go to the gym and spar or something.] I still don't fucking want you out there if this keeps happening. At least I can have your back if I'm with you, you know? You're never the guy to hit first. One of these fucking days, you're gonna get really hurt, like hurt bad, and I'm not gonna be there. You know? [Yeah. Shut up. He's scared.]
That's why we're gonna get really fucking drunk first. Then she'll go for it. [At least, that's what he figures will happen. If he and Sam and Quinn are at their place, watching a movie at night, maybe doing shots, and he can get Q to loosen up and maybe get rid of her clothes and go down on her under a blanket on the couch with Sam in the room, maybe he'll get her to the point where she's begging him to fuck her, and then Sam will be "drunk" enough that he can join in, and they can have a threesome. And it'll be fucking amazing. And it needs to happen. It needs to happen. And part of him wants to watch Sam fuck Quinn, or wants Sam to be pressed against him, fucking him while he fucks his girlfriend. He doesn't even know; he shivers involuntarily at the thought.]
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
[When he returns with the ice, a bottle of water, and the heaviest prescription painkillers they have in the house - yes, prescription, left over from an old injury - he holds them to Sam's lips, offering him the uncapped water bottle, the ice pack and Ace bandages on the bed. He'll wrap his ribs afterward, before they lie together.]
[Sam is only half listening to Puck, but hears the last part.] Why wouldn't you be there? [Why the fuck would Puck not be there for him, unless he was spending time with Quinn, but if he heard Sam had gotten his head busted open for real, Sam expects him to be there no matter what.]
If you really wanted to... I guess I'd be okay with it. [He wrinkles his nose, watching Puck practically give himself an orgasm over the thought. Sam personally doesn't think it's that hot, but he guesses it would be mindblowing for someone who actually likes both vagina and (Sam's) dick.]
[Sam suffers in silence while Puck goes off to fetch his ice, then groans softly when feels Puck move the painkillers to his lips. He swallows them down with a wince, then struggles to sit up enough to take a sip of water.] Fuck... [He lies back down after drinking, picking up the ice and trying to decide whether it should go on his face or his ribs. Eventually he decides on his ribs because it would take too much effort to lift it to his face.]
Fuck. [He frowns, letting out a tired breath as he closes his eyes. His cheek throbs slightly.] My face hurts. Do something.
[He whips his head back, twisting it to look really fucking confused. Why wouldn't you be there? Because they've talked about this. He wouldn't be there for the same reason he's never there when Sam's hurt, only he'll be hurt badly and he won't be there. There's a difference between hurt this way, beaten, and beaten into something like unconsciousness, where there is nobody to protect him.] 'Cause I'm never with you when you're there, dude. I don't go out there with you. You're gonna get knocked the fuck out or some shit where you don't know your fucking name and they're not gonna know to call me or whatever and I don't want anything to fucking happen to you. Or you to fucking... not come home. [Or to be lying dead in a ditch somewhere. You know.]
[Sam looks less than thrilled with the idea, but fuck that, because it'll be the first time where he won't have to sneak around with both of them. And if it works, maybe it'll make things easier for them.] I wanna try. Dude, wouldn't it be easier if Q was cool with us and we didn't have to fake shit?
[Rolling his eyes, he sets the water on the bedside table, moving to wrap Sam's ribs with the ice pack and Ace bandage, pulling tightly.] Yeah, dude, whatever. S'fuckin' killing me. I got another couple ice packs in the freezer and we got frozen peas, so we're good. I can go buy some more later so we can rotate them.
[He grunts, already dismissing the topic from his mind. He's usually the one that obsesses and never lets anything go, but he's finding it really easy to just not give a fuck right now when it feels like someone's dropped a cement truck on him.] Nothing's gonna happen to me. Okay? Relax.
You wanna try? Of course you wanna try. Boning your boyfriend and your girlfriend at the same time, I can't imagine you ever topping that one. It'll all be downhill from there, dude. [He would laugh if it didn't mean a world of pain.] Quinn's never gonna be cool with us. We might've had a shot at that if we actually confessed to her back when we first hooked up, but after all this time sneaking around behind her back? I'm not some chick you hooked up with once or twice. She's never gonna forgive us. [He sighs, wincing.] Whenever this all comes out, you're gonna have to be prepared to lose her, maybe for good. Definitely as a girlfriend, and maybe even as just a friend. You probably don't want to hear that, but it's the truth.
[Puck starts wrapping his ribs, and Sam hisses in pain, digging his fingers into Puck's bicep. Yeah, that shower is definitely not happening unless Puck brings the shower to him.] Peas are good. I just don't want my face to get all swollen, it'll look really ugly.
[It's just that it happens. It's happened more than once, and if he doesn't fucking deal with this shit now, he's going to go out again, and it's going to happen again. Yeah, it's easy to not give a fuck, but it's also easy for Noah to point at Sam and say, Look at you. This is why I want you home with me. He can't do that if Sam's body is whole, if he isn't bruised or cut or broken.] You'd be fucking fine if I came home like that? [One eyebrow raises in skepticism he makes no attempt to hide.]
I'd wanna watch you with Q, too. Or you be in me when I'm fucking Q. Or - dude, it wouldn't just be for me, okay? [He mutters, not wanting to hear it.] Why the fuck can't we act like we're hooking up for the first time with her when we get, like, fucking drunk? And shit just happens? I do stupid shit when I'm drunk. She knows that. Fuck, you know that. [Exhibit A: Their first night together. Not that's it's a stupid thing, really, but it's a step he never would have taken sober. And, regardless? He really doesn't want to lose the safety of Quinn being his girlfriend. It's so easy with her. They do shit together, she's there, the paparazzi assumes they're this cute as fuck couple now that he's not banging groupies, and life is good. Nobody assumes he's fucking his best friend.]
[Even as he wraps Sam's ribs, Puck's mouth finds Sam's; he kisses him softly, gently, careful to not kiss over the scratches and cuts on his face and mouth, but intentionally distracting him from the movement of his hands. It likely doesn't help much, but he's doing his best.] I know. [He murmurs softly.] S'okay. I'll get the shit I have. You need anything else? I'll take care of you.
[Okay. Of course Sam wouldn't be fine if Puck came home like this. It isn't even a question.] That's different. And also not fair. Shut up, I'm hurt.
[He blows out a sigh, trying to string together some thoughts that won't make him sound like he's a cranky five years old.] We can act like it, sure. I'll do it, it's fine, it's not like I haven't macked on Quinn before. It's just... are you sure things'll stay cool afterwards, though? Quinn's not gonna think anything's different about us? [As much as he wishes Puck and Quinn weren't still a thing, he knows they need her. He's not about to jump into anything that might fuck things up for all three of them, no matter how appealing the idea maybe sounds (mostly to his dick).]
[Puck kisses him as he wraps his ribs, which is an okay distraction, but it doesn't stop the hisses of pain from escaping his mouth. He presses his fingertips into the muscles of Puck's arm, his body taut and aching until it's over and he's able to relax. He shakes his head, panting softly.] Just the peas. Just want you to... keep me company.
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Date: 2011-11-16 06:18 am (UTC)That's why we're gonna get really fucking drunk first. Then she'll go for it. [At least, that's what he figures will happen. If he and Sam and Quinn are at their place, watching a movie at night, maybe doing shots, and he can get Q to loosen up and maybe get rid of her clothes and go down on her under a blanket on the couch with Sam in the room, maybe he'll get her to the point where she's begging him to fuck her, and then Sam will be "drunk" enough that he can join in, and they can have a threesome. And it'll be fucking amazing. And it needs to happen. It needs to happen. And part of him wants to watch Sam fuck Quinn, or wants Sam to be pressed against him, fucking him while he fucks his girlfriend. He doesn't even know; he shivers involuntarily at the thought.]
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
[When he returns with the ice, a bottle of water, and the heaviest prescription painkillers they have in the house - yes, prescription, left over from an old injury - he holds them to Sam's lips, offering him the uncapped water bottle, the ice pack and Ace bandages on the bed. He'll wrap his ribs afterward, before they lie together.]
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Date: 2011-11-16 10:17 pm (UTC)If you really wanted to... I guess I'd be okay with it. [He wrinkles his nose, watching Puck practically give himself an orgasm over the thought. Sam personally doesn't think it's that hot, but he guesses it would be mindblowing for someone who actually likes both vagina and (Sam's) dick.]
[Sam suffers in silence while Puck goes off to fetch his ice, then groans softly when feels Puck move the painkillers to his lips. He swallows them down with a wince, then struggles to sit up enough to take a sip of water.] Fuck... [He lies back down after drinking, picking up the ice and trying to decide whether it should go on his face or his ribs. Eventually he decides on his ribs because it would take too much effort to lift it to his face.]
Fuck. [He frowns, letting out a tired breath as he closes his eyes. His cheek throbs slightly.] My face hurts. Do something.
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Date: 2011-11-22 05:02 am (UTC)[Sam looks less than thrilled with the idea, but fuck that, because it'll be the first time where he won't have to sneak around with both of them. And if it works, maybe it'll make things easier for them.] I wanna try. Dude, wouldn't it be easier if Q was cool with us and we didn't have to fake shit?
[Rolling his eyes, he sets the water on the bedside table, moving to wrap Sam's ribs with the ice pack and Ace bandage, pulling tightly.] Yeah, dude, whatever. S'fuckin' killing me. I got another couple ice packs in the freezer and we got frozen peas, so we're good. I can go buy some more later so we can rotate them.
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Date: 2011-11-23 03:01 am (UTC)You wanna try? Of course you wanna try. Boning your boyfriend and your girlfriend at the same time, I can't imagine you ever topping that one. It'll all be downhill from there, dude. [He would laugh if it didn't mean a world of pain.] Quinn's never gonna be cool with us. We might've had a shot at that if we actually confessed to her back when we first hooked up, but after all this time sneaking around behind her back? I'm not some chick you hooked up with once or twice. She's never gonna forgive us. [He sighs, wincing.] Whenever this all comes out, you're gonna have to be prepared to lose her, maybe for good. Definitely as a girlfriend, and maybe even as just a friend. You probably don't want to hear that, but it's the truth.
[Puck starts wrapping his ribs, and Sam hisses in pain, digging his fingers into Puck's bicep. Yeah, that shower is definitely not happening unless Puck brings the shower to him.] Peas are good. I just don't want my face to get all swollen, it'll look really ugly.
omg I am so sorry
Date: 2011-12-14 12:02 am (UTC)I'd wanna watch you with Q, too. Or you be in me when I'm fucking Q. Or - dude, it wouldn't just be for me, okay? [He mutters, not wanting to hear it.] Why the fuck can't we act like we're hooking up for the first time with her when we get, like, fucking drunk? And shit just happens? I do stupid shit when I'm drunk. She knows that. Fuck, you know that. [Exhibit A: Their first night together. Not that's it's a stupid thing, really, but it's a step he never would have taken sober. And, regardless? He really doesn't want to lose the safety of Quinn being his girlfriend. It's so easy with her. They do shit together, she's there, the paparazzi assumes they're this cute as fuck couple now that he's not banging groupies, and life is good. Nobody assumes he's fucking his best friend.]
[Even as he wraps Sam's ribs, Puck's mouth finds Sam's; he kisses him softly, gently, careful to not kiss over the scratches and cuts on his face and mouth, but intentionally distracting him from the movement of his hands. It likely doesn't help much, but he's doing his best.] I know. [He murmurs softly.] S'okay. I'll get the shit I have. You need anything else? I'll take care of you.
lol it's okay!
Date: 2011-12-15 11:33 pm (UTC)[He blows out a sigh, trying to string together some thoughts that won't make him sound like he's a cranky five years old.] We can act like it, sure. I'll do it, it's fine, it's not like I haven't macked on Quinn before. It's just... are you sure things'll stay cool afterwards, though? Quinn's not gonna think anything's different about us? [As much as he wishes Puck and Quinn weren't still a thing, he knows they need her. He's not about to jump into anything that might fuck things up for all three of them, no matter how appealing the idea maybe sounds (mostly to his dick).]
[Puck kisses him as he wraps his ribs, which is an okay distraction, but it doesn't stop the hisses of pain from escaping his mouth. He presses his fingertips into the muscles of Puck's arm, his body taut and aching until it's over and he's able to relax. He shakes his head, panting softly.] Just the peas. Just want you to... keep me company.