lormenari

It doesn't matter how many time Puck says it. Every single time those three words pass his lips, it feels like the first time all over again. It feels - incredible, and unbelievable, like this can't possibly be happening. Sam pulls Puck from his shoulder, wanting to see his face. He puts a hand gently against Puck's cheek, his thumb resting just beneath his jaw, and their noses bump together softly as he closes his eyes and lets Puck's warm breath tickle his skin. "I love you, too," he whispers back, his lips touching Puck's. His breath wavers a little as he wonders if Puck said the same thing to Quinn last night or this morning before he left. He swallows, running a hand along the back of Puck's head, letting him settle in the curve of his neck again. His fingers brush over Puck's smooth back. Just forget it, Sam. He kisses the top of Puck's head and then reaches down to pull the sheets over their bodies. Puck must be tired from being with Quinn all night, and then having Sam fuck him open right now, so he settles down and lets him rest. Sam lets his mind stop; he doesn't think, and he tries not to feel anything but this moment of warm bodies pressed together. He kisses Puck again softly, curling his legs against Puck's, and tries to fall asleep.