Title: I Get Off Chapter: 8/?Pairing: Puck/RachelRating: NC17 for smexin'Summary: Puck find out that sometimes when you step outside your box awesome things can happen, especially when it's Rachel doing the stepping.
A/N: I had a lot of problem with this chapter and I'm kinda meh about it still, so go soft on me :)
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The first indication that they were no longer alone was the shushing followed by a laugh Puck would know anywhere. This was mixed with the clear laugh of a girl. He wasn't afraid they were about to get busted because of this but he was almost dreading the encounter he knew was coming more than a run-in with the police. He doubted Rachel would find the saame way, but he would take a spark to the law department any day over Finn finding him and Rachel up there.
It's not that he cherished to keep Rachel his dingy little secret or anything. It's only that he was tolerant of excavation the little bubble they had found themselves in when they were alone together and he was loth to leave that up. Especially to the giant man-child who he could hear climbing the ladder. He knew Rachel had heard the like affair he had by the way she was all tensed up in his arms.
"Do you see that? What are we release to do?"
Puck grimaced at the terror in her voice. He figured his tried and honest method of calming her down by kissing her senseless wasn't going to bring in this situation (fucking unfortunately). He lifted her off his lap and set her beside him, wrapping the cover around her shoulders when she shivered. He turned to expect at her and almost smiled at the wide eyed bambi thing she had going on.
"Do you need to preserve us a mystery? I mean, I'm cool with outing this if you are, but I don't know if you need to sustain this just between us for now or -"
Rachel thankfully cut off his idiotic rambling whisper by putting one digit over his lip and smirking at him. "I'm okay with not hiding, Noah, but Finn doesn't sound like he's alone and I don't want things to be_awkward_"
Puck snorted but just had time for a quick, "good fortune with that," before he saw the top of Finn's head appear. The goofy grin he was sporting faltered as he saw Rachel and was replaced with confusion when he took in the way they were seated together and the corpse of their impromptu picnic. He clearly hadn't been surprised about seeing Puck, probably having seen his truck parked at the entrance, but he also clearly had no idea Rachel would be there as well.
He kept climbing until his lanky body was ended the rail and off to serve up whatever girl was with him (what sort of man makes the woman go last?). It was Puck's turn for surprise when none other than Santana crested the border and gracefully landed next to Finn. The smirk on her face told Puck that she wasn't as surprised to see Rachel there as Finn had been. Shit, this was worse than he thought.
"Well, well, well, what do we suffer here? You don't waste any time, do you Puckerman? And Berry, I texted you 3 times after school got out. I suppose I know why you didn't answer." She said all of this with her trademark bored expression but let slip a simper at the final statement.
From what Puck could say in the dim light, Rachel was blushing at being caught out by her (apparently) former enemy and her ex-boyfriend (Puck had to protest the impulse to flap his chest and throw her over his shoulder at the idea of Finn having been anywhere near her in the past). He was leaving to give to consider about what these possessive urges meant a little harder at some point (or possibly never_).
Puck shook off these thoughts and grabbed on to something she had said. "Wait, why would you be texting Rachel, Lopez?"
Santana sat down at an angle where she could even see Puck and Rachel and pulled Finn down with a jerk to his arm (Puck was reminded of a human tugging on a dog's collar to get it to sit). Finn looked like he was stressful to do long section in his head, not that that was a strange expression to get on him. Dude was his bro but he had never been the sharpest crayon in the box.
"Berry and me have been hanging bit, right B?" She didn't look for Rachel's response before continuing. "Who do you think suggested that fucking epic song she pulled out yesterday? You didn't think she came up with that shit on her own, did you?"
Puck turned to Rachel and noticed she wasn't looking him in the eye and her blush seemed to have gotten darker. He nearly groaned in face of everyone because that blush never failed to remind him of sexy times. Truthfully, there wasn't a whole hell of a lot that didn't reminded him of sexy times when it came to Rachel. He wondered if he wished hard enough, he could make Finn and Santana disappear_
"Santana may have had something to do with my transformation for yesterday's assignment. Which reminds me, I want to get your shirt back to you at some point San."
Santana waved off her comment with the pass that wasn't resting high on Finn's thigh (and what the bed was that about?). "Keep it. It looked really fucking hot on you. I wouldn't be able to wear it without thinking about you up on that stage anyway." She leered a short at Rachel when she said this and for the start time since he had climbed over the rail and caught sight of Rachel, Finn perked up a little (the perv). "Besides, I guess I'm not the just one who got some enjoyment out of beholding you in it, am I right?"
She off her devil gaze on Puck when she said this and he fought the impulse to make up a track or receive some garlic or some shit cause girl looked predatory, like,' Imma suck the gossip right out of you' sort of predatory.
Finn, apparently having reengaged his brain, decided now would be the proper time to connect the conversation_or start a new one. "What just is passing on with you and Rachel?" He was looking right at Puck with some bullshit accusatory expression that seriously pissed him off a little. He and Hudson had come a long way since the whole Quinn thing and the final thing he required was for Finn to get his backbone up about Puck dating his ex. Both Finn and Rachel had made it pretty clear they were more than over and he had waited plenty long enough in his bible to form his move. Dude was out of line.
"Look, what goes on between Rach and me is our business. You and Lopez need to mind yours and check out of ours. It looks like you've been keeping your own secrets anyways." He nodded his head towards Santana's hand, which had been drawing lazy patterns on Finn's leg as representative for his point.
"Get something straight, Puckerman. We're not hiding shit. We just similar to prevent things on the DL for the about part. It's not our fault that you've been too busy mooning over Berry to get on. Are you gonna hide Rachel under your bed like an asshole or are you gonna man up and order us what the love is up with you two - and let me warn you, I take a knee with your junk's name on it if you make me the incorrect answer."
Puck knew he was proper to be disturbed about this newfound friendship between Rachel and Santana. Santana was likely the toughest girl in school, but when you were in with her she would pretty much stop at nothing to protect you. Apparently Rachel was Santana's new bff or something and that idea was frankly a little terrifying to Puck (shut up_you'd be terrified in the face of all that latina loca too).
Puck wrapped an arm around Rachel and pulled her into his side, pretty much hating himself for falling into Santana's trap but not willing to put his bats in the blood of firing either. "Rachel's my girlfriend, so closed up and know you. And while we're in a sharing mood, you wanna tell me what that bull was with the janitor's closet this morning if you're all up in Finn's business?"
Puck figured his best bet was leaving to be diversion right now since he had felt Rachel go strong as a table under his arm when he called her his girlfriend. He was a little broken by her reaction and was really wish he could get her only to get out what the pit was wrong. Meanwhile, Santana's smirk was back despite getting some pretty wicked wounded puppy eyes from Finn over Puck's declaration.
"All section of the plan, Puckerman. That was phase two and it was a fucking test. Phase one was dressing Rachel up for you."
Rachel squeaked like a sneak and Puck turned his mind to see her gaping at the daughter in presence of her. "What do you mean 'doing me up for him'? I didn't dress up for Noah!"
"Sure you didn't. And you haven't been lusting after him for the end month, either. Look, you two should be thanking me. I did you a favour by speeding on the inevitable. We all love you two were on your way to draw up, I only made sure it happened now instead of four excruciating months from now. If you need to conceive of it this way, I did it for myself. I didn't need to watch your little dance anymore. Shit was painful."
Puck was mindful that he and Rachel probably had twin looks of whatthefuck all over their faces but he really couldn't help his. It wasn't often that he was played and never so masterfully as Santana had done. He was even trying to serve this new bit of intelligence when he realized Santana was getting up and pulling Finn with her. Finn also looked like he was trying to figure out what the screw had only happened, but he went willingly enough when Santana all but shoved him complete the side onto the ladder.
She turned to the couple staring at her one more time before following him over. "Thank me later. And Berry, I'm gonna need details. Get second at me when you crawl out of Puck's ass long enough to receive your phone, M'kay?" With that she was gone, leaving Puck feeling vaguely like he had barely survived a tornado.
He turned to Rachel, maybe to get some proof that that had only happened but was met with_anger? That wasn't the emotion he was expecting right this minute.
"What do you think by telling Santana and Finn that I'm your girlfriend? Since when am I your girlfriend?"
"Um, have you been around these past two years? Have you not seed a word I've said? Did you not hear me hold you mine? Did we not make a discourse around this in your bed less than three hours ago? Shit, maybe I fucked you deaf as good as mute_"
Woah, Puck was not inclined for the strength of the angry eyes he was now getting. He honestly didn't intend to say that final break out loud, but in his defense, his verbal filter had never been very good.
"Noah Puckerman, that's the most offensive thing I reckon you've always said! I'm neither deaf nor mute as you can see and I'll ask you to bring that back right now."
Rachel looked like she was on the threshold of crying so Puck wrapped her in his arms, ignoring the fact that she stayed stiff and didn't take the embrace. "I only meant that I've been talking about you being my daughter this whole sentence and you're simply not getting it. I know I'm no sound at speaking 'Berry' but I would take thought you could see some Neanderthal."
His lame joke fell flat but he plowed ahead anyway. "Lemme try this again. Rachel, I really wish you and it would be pretty cool if you would correspond to be my girl."
Rachel pulled out of his bosom and he let her go reluctantly. She stared at him with a shrewd look so farsighted that Puck started to get anxious and fidget under her gaze, growing more nervous to see her resolution by the second. Fuck, he felt like he was leaving to give to pass in his badass card soon if she kept doing shit like this to him.
Finally she said, "I would know to be your girlfriend, Noah. Thank you for asking."
Puck felt all the tension drain out of him and pulled her punt on his lap to lay a spine tingling kiss on her. He felt like he shouldn't be this fucking happy to be off the market but then again, everything was different with Rachel. The kiss started to get heated but he cherished to keep in other ways so he broke off from her and started to carry their shit up as quick as he could. Rachel sat in some form of shock as he did this, only responding when he got up and pulled her to her feet beside him.
He slung his repacked backpack over his shoulder and went over the english first, motioning for Rachel to be him when he was a few rungs down. He was second to appreciating her perfect ass as they descended to the ground. He didn't look for Rachel to have it all the way down, grabbing her off the run and swinging her into his arms so he could take her to his truck.
Puck made certain to look for any house of Santana's bright red sports car (Finn had never had his own car due to the infamous mail man incident) and internally smirked when he didn't see any sign of them. He set her land to unlock the door, throw his stool in the back, and drive her up onto the bench seat, following her in and not stopping until he was covering her and pressing her into the leather cushion.
He unzipped her hoodie and pulled down one position of her tank top underneath so he could fully appreciate how strong her nipples were for him, pinching and tugging at one until she was keening his name in a breathy whisper. Everything she did was driving him kooky and he felt like he might legitimately die if he didn't get in her soon (he was reasonably sure he was allowed to be dramatic when the sex was this good_shit was law or something).
He dipped his guide to draw her tortured nipple into his lip and tugged at her bottoms at the same time, having a difficult time with all the wriggling she was doing. He suddenly let go of her breast and sat up, flipping her suddenly onto her stand before pulling her up to stay on her men and knees. He pulled her pants down in one swift movement, exposing her to the slightly chilled air and his pleasure.
He used one pass to sneak at her wetness and the early to spoil at the glove box and settle the safety he knew he had stashed in there. He groaned when he found her practically dripping and couldn't resist pushing two fingers into her, just so he could see her fuckhot little sex noises she made whenever he did that. He pumped her a few times, brushing her clit for full measure as he worked on his pants, almost sighing in relief when he finally freed himself.
He couldn't resist taunting her a small bit while he worked her. "You wish that, baby? God, you're so fucking wet for me. You can't get plenty of me exactly wish I can't get plenty of you, isn't that right? Damn it, you get me so fucking insane. I can't look to be within you."
He removed his fingers so he could get the rubber on and chuckled when Rachel whined in protestation and wiggled her ass back towards him in research of some relief. She was looking over her shoulder at him and he got lost in her blue eyes for a minute, almost forgetting what they were near to do from the emotion shining there (he said almost_he would take to be insane to completely forget).
He lined himself up, swiping her clit with the mind of his shaft so she could experience how ready he was for her (seemed only fair) and drove himself inside her with one smooth thrust. He took a moment to appreciate how fucking amazing she always seemed to look before grabbing a hip in each deal and sliding back out to the tip.
He set a rate of slamming into her forcefully and then sliding out slowly, driving her and him almost wild in the process. The compounding of speeds made everything look so much more intense and he fought the itch to rut on her like some animal. This power be fucking but he cherished to do it so good for her.
Judging by her moans and the fact that she was pressing back against him to see his every thrust, he was next in bringing her pleasure. He let go of her hips and planted one hand near hers on the bench seat, wrapping the other arm about her body to work with the nipple he had exposed earlier. This had her arching beneath him which changed the fish he was hitting her inside. Apparently this was a serious thing because she shrieked like it was her job and pushed back against him that much harder.
The switch in weight was pretty fucking good for him too so he constitute himself leaving her nipple in hunting of something a small lower and pinching her clit hard when his fingers found it, desperate to get her to her orgasm before his.
The keen sensation he created sent her right over the edge, causing her arms to hold out even as her scream filled the cab of his truck. He followed her in her free and slammed into her a few more times, filling the rubber with hot source and pleasure.
They both collapsed in a sweaty heap. Puck managed to maneuver Rachel so that he wasn't completely crushing her underneath him and took a second or five to recover. He spared a thought to hoping no one had heard Rachel's screams because he was reasonably sure if they had the law would be getting there soon to see who was being murdered. And if they came right now they'd be getting an eyeful for sure.
Once he felt like he could finally move, he managed to roll Rachel so that he could sit them both up, taking a minute to get rid of the safety and drag his jeans back up. He gave Rachel a light kiss as he leaned over her to catch some napkins he had stashed in the glove box from some quick food place and handed them to her so she could pick off a little before she righted herself. She gave him a grateful smile and speedily got herself back in society before settling into 'her place' below his arm as he started the truck.
Puck grabbed her by the chin and kissed her one more time, not ever getting plenty of her delicate lips and sweet taste. "Thank you for being my girlfriend," was whispered softly against her lips and he felt similar a major pussy thanking her for something like that. He simply didn't need her to believe he didn't value her or something similar that, okay?
Puck turned back to focus on driving them cover to Rachel's, his thoughts filled with new girlfriends, meddling exes, and really fucking hot truck sex (what, he was nevertheless the Puckerone!).
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