Sam lies on his back, watching Puck slide lower until he's settled between his legs and - oh. "Are you gonna give me a blowjob?" He kinda blurts it out and ruins the mood a little, but he's surprised. And happy that Puck actually wants to do this. One step closer to getting you to admit you like dick. He won't say that out loud, he just files it away among his other Puck-related thoughts. Puck rests his cheek against his thigh, and Sam winds one leg loosely around Puck's back. "Yeah," he breathes. "I mean, if you want to. Don't feel like you have to. I'm okay with what we've been doing so far."