Sam's so tender with him, stroking his face the way he'd stroke Quinn's. He might knock her hand away and tell her that she's being totally gay, that he's not a chick and doesn't need comfort or soft caresses, but - like most things - it's different with Sam. They're both bros, and he feels like a dude when he touches Sam gently or kisses him lightly, and he can see bro-love in Sam's eyes when he stares at him like he's the most fucking amazing person in the world and neither of them can actually believe that they're here, together. "I know," he murmurs, his eyes closing as Sam leans in to kiss him. "I know it feels good for you, and I know what's gonna happen. Same shit I do to you." He knows the way Sam lies motionless afterward, how he can barely move and barely breathe and how they just cuddle together in bed once Puck goes to the bathroom to wash his hands and grab a warm soapy towel for the puddle on Sam's stomach. They cuddle afterwards. [He really likes it.]

"Shhh," he murmurs, squeezing Sam's hand and gently pushing him with his shoulder, nudging him to lie on his back on the bed. "I never did this before, okay? So, like, don't laugh. Tell me if I'm doing it wrong." His only experience with this has been watching other chicks and Sam do it; he maneuvers to lie between Sam's thighs, lightly nipping at his bellybutton and dragging his lips over the ridges of his abdominal muscles. It's kind of clear where he's going, and he slides fluidly down on the bed, resting his cheek against Sam's inner thigh and gazing at him over the line of his body. "You want me to do it?" he murmurs, wanting final approval, the same way Sam is before he attempts anything new.