Fic: Emo Boys Are Easy

[sinderella81]

Title: Emo Boys Are Easy
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Puck/Sam
Genre: Established Relationship
Summary: Puck is sick and tired of Sam's emo hair ... I really have no idea where this came from LOL
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters of Glee ...

 

 

Puck twirled the scissors on the bench in the boys locker room as he sat waiting for Sam. During glee practice, Puck had covertly sent Sam a text, and just narrowly avoided a ‘sexting’ comment from Mr. Schue and Santana.

“Puck?” Sam called as he entered the locker room.

Puck sat silently waiting, and gave Sam a grin as he caught sight of the blonde coming around the lockers.

Sam wandered over and immediately knelt down in front of Puck, his blonde hair falling in front of his eyes.

“You turning emo, Trout?” Puck teased, tugging Sam’s hair.

“Dude,” Sam said, glaring at Puck. “We’re strapped for cash … besides, chicks dig the emo look.”

“Whatever, Trout,” Puck said, slipping two fingers into Sam’s mouth, groaning as Sam began to suck. “Love your mouth … “

Sam hummed and licked and nibbled at Puck’s fingers. “Want your cock more,” Sam said, pulling away from Puck.

“You want it? Come and take it,” Puck said. “Come on, Trout.”

Sam inched forward and undid Puck’s pants, releasing Puck’s already hard cock. He rested his hands on Puck’s thighs and wrapped his lips around Puck’s cock.

Puck groaned and inched forward, enjoying the feel of Sam’s mouth on his cock. “That’s it, Trout,” he moaned. “Suck it.” He watched Sam bobbing up and down on his cock … took the pair of scissors and tugged on Sam’s long bangs. “Can’t see what you’re sucking, can you, Trout?” He tugged harder. Sam looked up at Puck as he continued to suck, a bit of fear in his eyes.

“Maybe I should help you out, huh?” Puck gasped, thrusting into Sam’s mouth. “Soon it’ll be so long you could suck on it … do you want to suck your hair instead of my cock?”

Sam shook his head as he sucked.

“No? You don’t want to suck your hair? All right, I’ll help remove the temptation,” Puck said. He tugged Sam’s bangs up and snipped the off, right at the hairline.

Sam gasped around Puck’s cock, his hands gripping Puck’s thighs. He couldn’t believe Puck would … actually he could.

“That’s it Trout, keep sucking,” Puck said as he continued to cut. Lift and snip, lift and snip, Puck cut to the rhythm of his thrusts, tossing the locks of hair to the floor.

Sam closed his eyes, letting the feel of Puck’s hands and the sound of the scissors wash over him. He swallowed around Puck’s cock as the last lock of hair hit the floor and felt Puck come down his throat.

Puck ran his hands over Sam’s shorn head as he came. “Swallow it, Trout,” he groaned.

Sam gently licked Puck clean before tucking Puck’s now limp cock away. He glanced down at his pants and noticed the dark stain on his jeans - he didn’t eves realize he’d come. He went to brush his bangs out of his face and felt only uneven stubble.

“Oh fuck,” Sam gasped.

Puck grinned down at Sam. “Looks good on you, Sam,” he said. “Don’t worry. I’ll take you home and we’ll even it out.” He rubbed Sam’s head almost affectionately. “You’ll be beating the girls off with a stick.”

Sam gave Puck a smile. “As long as we still have our standing appointment,” he said.

He leaned down and kissed Sam hard, tasting himself on Sam’s lips. “Every Tuesday,” Puck said. “Wouldn’t miss it, Trout.”