Distraction isn't the only reason why he pushes at Sam roughly, sealing their mouths together with a reckless moan and a twist of his hips. Sure, it might be one reason; a conveniently-timed kiss can stop Sam from praising him any more. But more than that, Puck missed him. He'd watched Quinn sleep, all honey-hair and smooth skin and curves, and it had been awesome lying next to her after so long - yeah.
But after sleeping next to Sam every night for the better part of a month, he's used to it. He knows the steady thud of Sam's heart, and the feeling of stubble scratchy against his neck, and of Sam's more muscular build and solidity. He can rest his head against Sam's chest, his arms wrapped around him, without feeling as though Sam will suffocate under his weight. He knows the little things Sam does in his sleep, and he's woken up more than once with his hand between Sam's thighs, fingers wrapped loosely around his cock. He's used to it. He loves it; it's the comfort of sleeping with someone with the safety of that someone being Sam without the drama of having to either leave or politely kick them out in the morning.
It would just be perfect if they could get a huge bed and the three of them could be together.
He moans beneath Sam as he takes charge, kissing and nipping at his mouth, pinning Puck's wrists above his head. He doesn't fight it, even when Sam slides his fist over his cock; it swells against his palm, and he moans Sam's name, his head turning to seek Sam's mouth. "Sorry," he whispers, his eyes opening to focus glassy on Sam's. "Missed you all fuckin' night."
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But after sleeping next to Sam every night for the better part of a month, he's used to it. He knows the steady thud of Sam's heart, and the feeling of stubble scratchy against his neck, and of Sam's more muscular build and solidity. He can rest his head against Sam's chest, his arms wrapped around him, without feeling as though Sam will suffocate under his weight. He knows the little things Sam does in his sleep, and he's woken up more than once with his hand between Sam's thighs, fingers wrapped loosely around his cock. He's used to it. He loves it; it's the comfort of sleeping with someone with the safety of that someone being Sam without the drama of having to either leave or politely kick them out in the morning.
It would just be perfect if they could get a huge bed and the three of them could be together.
He moans beneath Sam as he takes charge, kissing and nipping at his mouth, pinning Puck's wrists above his head. He doesn't fight it, even when Sam slides his fist over his cock; it swells against his palm, and he moans Sam's name, his head turning to seek Sam's mouth. "Sorry," he whispers, his eyes opening to focus glassy on Sam's. "Missed you all fuckin' night."