Sam lets out a loud half-grumble, half-growl, abandoning Puck's abs and dick and coming back up to push his way onto Puck's pillow. He grabs Puck's arm and forcibly winds it around his waist, burrowing into his warm body. Puck smells nice and clean like their shampoo, his skin soft beneath his fingertips. He presses a sloppy kiss to Puck's cheek. "I still think we should have slept in your truck." Sam yawns, resting his head on Puck's chest. He closes his eyes, grasping Puck's hip absently as he sighs, feeling that familiar sadness weighing down on him again. "Thanks for staying with me," he mumbles. "I know you don't want to be here, but I'm glad you are. I love you so much."
He takes a tremulous breath, then pushes away suddenly, turning away so his back is to Puck. He curls up on his own pillow, squeezing his eyes shut as his tired mind sluggishly tries to make sense of what's going on, but all he can think of is that Puck is going off with Quinn tomorrow or the next day or whenever she demands it, and the thought of being alone in the house makes him want to scream. He swallows down the lump in his throat, pulling the sheets up to his chin and keeping his eyes closed. He lets out a wet little whimpering sigh before he swallows again. "G'night, Puck," he whispers thickly. "And... sorry. I'm sorry. I won't do this again. I promise I'll start being better at this whole Quinn thing. I promise."
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Date: 2011-08-26 06:45 am (UTC)He takes a tremulous breath, then pushes away suddenly, turning away so his back is to Puck. He curls up on his own pillow, squeezing his eyes shut as his tired mind sluggishly tries to make sense of what's going on, but all he can think of is that Puck is going off with Quinn tomorrow or the next day or whenever she demands it, and the thought of being alone in the house makes him want to scream. He swallows down the lump in his throat, pulling the sheets up to his chin and keeping his eyes closed. He lets out a wet little whimpering sigh before he swallows again. "G'night, Puck," he whispers thickly. "And... sorry. I'm sorry. I won't do this again. I promise I'll start being better at this whole Quinn thing. I promise."