Sam pulls Puck onto the bed, snuggling against him and tugging at his boxers. "Why are you dressed?" he asks in dismay, his fingers pushing inside again and patting Puck's cock, which seems to be pretty interested despite Puck being a big sourpuss about this whole thing. "Let me give you a blowjob to say I'm sorry even though I didn't do anything." He slides lower, intending to reach for Puck's crotch, but he gets distracted and lifts Puck's shirt up slightly, then presses his tongue against his abs. He hugs Puck's leg and licks his side for a while, kissing his skin. "You have a nice tan. Puck, I love you and your tan. You're like, a person made out of gold. Does Quinn ever tell you stuff like that? I bet she doesn't. I bet you say stuff like that about her, though. Like, you say she's a person made out of marshmallows."

He leisurely grasps Puck's cock, playing with it in his hand. He thinks about Quinn, and how Puck's probably going to have to spend a whole day or more with her to make up for this, and he frowns, pressing his face into Puck's side. He misses him already. "Can you come down here and kiss me?"