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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Noah_Puckerman/Matt_Rutherford
  Character:
      Noah_Puckerman, Matt_Rutherford
  Additional Tags:
      Community:_gleefics, challenge:_hot_summer_nights_fic_exchange, Challenge
      Response, Interracial_Relationship, Black_Character, Jewish_Character,
      Character_of_Color, Anal_Sex, Facials, Rimming, Homophobia, Gay_Male
      Character, LGBTQ_Character, Christian_Character_of_Color, Bisexual
      Character, black_lgbtq_character, jewish_lgbtq_character, Bi_Male
      Character, Slash, Ohio, High_School, Coming_Out, First_Time, Season/
      Series_01, US_Source
  Collections:
      Queer_Characters_Collection
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-08-23 Words: 2081
****** Flat Bed ******
by zephyrprince
Summary
     After hearing Matt ragging on Kurt in the locker room one afternoon
     Puck becomes obsessed with confronting his homophobia, but what he
     finds out surprises him.
Notes
     This story was originally a challenge response for someone who ended
     up dropping out of the challenge so it was simply gifted to the
     community. My original author's note was as follows: I've been
     through a lot with this fic. My computer crashed a couple of weeks
     ago after a month or so of work that included two quality time spent
     on it over two international flights and ten hours on buses so what
     you're reading here is actually a single scene I recreated from what
     was lost of that. It's shorter but I hope you still like it. To be
     honest, I think it's kind of cool that it drops you into the middle
     of this longer narrative for a moment of hotness, and the good news
     is that the longer version will reemerge at some point and I'll
     definitely alert you to it. Also, I want to thank my beta,
     chalidragon. & finally, yes, I know that the truck in question is not
     a flat bed. I hope that doesn't ruin the fun for anyone.
Puck pulled up to the field twenty minutes earlier than Matt's e-mail had
instructed. The ground was uneven so he yanked the emergency break and took a
breath. He wasn't used to feeling jittery about anything. He was the man. He
had this covered. He took another deep belly breath before jumping out the
truck's driver side door.
The place was familiar - a local Lima haunt for the popular adolescent set.
There was a patch at the edge of the clearing where the grass had been burnt
out by the kids' frequent bonfires. Surrounding it were logs and rocks they'd
pulled up for seating to create their own space away
from adult supervision. It was here they'd get drunk and high and it was here
that their lowered inhibitions and newfound privacy would lead them down the
road of giggling and flirting. It was here that many of McKinley's beautiful
people lost their virginity - often in the back of a car or behind a tree, less
often out in the open when everyone was too fucked up to care or even pay
attention.
Despite his early arrival, Matt was already there sitting on one of the rotting
logs. He smoked a cigarette and didn't turn his head as Puck approached.
Noah shoved his hands deep in the pockets of his tan camouflage jacket and
sauntered up, taking a seat on an adjacent rock. He started to mouth a
salutation when he was cut off.
"So you're gay too, huh?" Matt took a long drag on his cigarette, ashing it
into the firepit.
Puck spluttered as the words he was about to say were diverted. One sentence in
and he'd already lost his normal, comfortable sense of control.
"Naw, man. Not gay. Bi maybe," he floundered to regain some sense of himself.
"The way I figure it, I like what I like. Girls maybe ninety percent of the
time, but a hot ass dude maybe ten." He squirmed admitting it out loud and
trying not to let his discomfort come out in his tone. It had been one thing to
confront Matt's homophobia by e-mail and it was quite another confessing these
things out loud.
Filled with the memories of what had been said about Kurt that day in the
locker room, Puck's emotions, which fluctuated wildly with his rapidly beating
heart, turned once again to indignant solidarity.
"Listen, I don't know what your deal is, or why you take it on yourself to
start up the queer-bashing all the time lately … I mean I expect that stuff
from Azimio and Karofsky, but you're in glee with Kurt and…"
"Listen, you don't know me, Puck. Just cause I'm around and I back you up and
laugh at your boneheaded jokes doesn't mean you get me."
"Yeah, well what excuse do you have…?"
"What excuse do I have?" Matt locked eyes with Puck for the first time. Puck
gulped. He could feel himself sweating even in the cool autumn air. His mind
swam, reaching out and grasping for something he sensed he'd missed though this
was the sole thing he'd thought of for weeks.
His jaw sagged, slack from over-exertion. Pieces of the last few days began
slowly to accumulate in his frontal lobe, disturbed only by peripheral flashes
of the first time he and Santana had done it in this very clearing. Half-formed
thoughts about Matt's lisp. His focus on
Kurt's femininity as the cause for derision. "So you're gay too…"
When he came to, Matt had moved next to him on the log and gently placed his
hand on Puck's knee. The sweat that had formed from his uncertainty and
awkwardness redoubled as Puck swallowed hard realizing what was about to
happen. For his part, Matt too seemed nervous
though Puck was less certain this was a first for him.
Despite his slow, deliberate movements, Matt wasted no time in dragging his
hand up from Noah's knee and cupping his junk through the denim of his jeans.
Puck was suddenly aware of the boner raging in his pants. When had that
happened?
For a guy whose focus had always been his body, Puck was suddenly stuck in his
mind. Things were happening to him that he couldn't fully process. His jacket
was on the ground behind them. They were shirtless, hands roaming over each
other's muscular jock torsos and defined
backs. Matt was licking his neck, pushing his tongue lower and lower until it
engulfed his right pec.
Puck had done this to countless women but never allowed them to reciprocate.
Now, however, he was in ecstasy as Matt licked and sucked his hardening nipple.
The larger boy bit down on the dark protrusion and the sublime, unexpected
feeling snapped Puck back into himself. Matt
looked up and they made eye contact again, now more gentle than the
confrontational looks of earlier.
"Your truck?" Matt whispered, and this was all it took.
Puck scooped the shirtless boy up in his arms, momentarily surprised at how
light such a tall kid could be and equally surprised at how much heavier he was
than the petite girls he was accustomed to using this move on.
An expert at letting down his tailgate with one hand, Puck hoisted Matt's body
onto the cold surface. The other boy had already begun shimmying out of his
jeans as Puck took both Matt's shoulders in his hands and pushed him down flat,
plunging his head in to feast on the
defined sinewy hips emerging from above the waistband of his boxer-briefs. Puck
remained standing behind the truck as Matt tried to reach out, fumbling with
his over-sized belt buckle.
Matt's hard cock was straining visibly against the tight red American Apparel
underwear that hugged his lower extremities. He sat up on his haunches, his
eyes begging for more. Puck snickered and slipped his hand into the left pant
opening of his underwear, finding the boy's
fleshy taint and tickling it lightly, running his finger under the his nutsack
with excruciating slowness. Matt gasped as Puck grasped his balls, flesh
finally meeting genitalia. He palmed the heavy sack and massaged the sensitive
hairless regions between them, on the sides, and
beneath. Matt bucked, humping the air above his desperate hardon, but Puck's
full sexual confidence was back. He was sweating profusely and on the inside
his heart thumped hard while he took in these experiences that he'd previously
only imagined.
He pulled his hand back a bit and went lower, spreading Matt's muscular ass
open with two fingers. In a grab for control, Matt flipped over and jutted his
behind out. Puck took the invitation and pulled Matt's underwear down revealing
the pink opening. He licked his finger
and ran it around the rim of the outside. Matt was shaking, his body begging to
be filled.
Puck finally finished the job of stripping his jeans off. He'd forgotten he'd
kept his lucky jockstrap on underneath. He smiled to himself and rather than
removing it, pulled his rock hard cock out from the side of the pouch. Manhood
exposed to the natural world around him, Puck
moved it to Matt's opening and began to tease at his insides.
Pre-cum mixed with ass sweat and soon, without even pushing, Puck's little head
was halfway inside his friend. He took pause, unsure if he was ready for this,
but Matt wanted it, pushing back suddenly and taking his whole length easily.
They both exhaled but Matt recovered from
the shock quicker and began slamming his ass against Puck, impaling himself on
the hard prick. Even this obviously experienced ass was the tightest thing Puck
had ever experienced.
Matt could feel his partner's balls clenching up against his rear, a warning of
the oncoming orgasm, but he wasn't ready for it to be over. The boy lurched
forward, pulling away from the penis railing into him. He stood up and pulled
Puck onto the bed of the truck with him. He easily complied, obviously still
shocked at the loss of his anal virginity.
Matt dropped to his knees and opened Puck's butt. Puck clinched, unsure what
was coming and was even more surprised when Matt's wet tongue invaded his
asshole. Thinking about this act turned his stomach and made him dizzy but he
began to unconsciously unclench himself as he gave in to the amazing feelings
deep inside parts of him he'd never felt stimulated before.
As Matt buried his tongue deeper and deeper into Puck, he could no longer deny
the euphoria it created in his loins. He bent over, clutching the side of the
truck with one hand and grabbing his cock with the other. He pumped his ass
back and forth, riding his friend's face as he brought himself to a screaming
ejaculation, spraying his seed all over the truck.
Puck collapsed on his back reveling in the orgasm, but Matt still wasn't quite
finished. Still poised on his knees, he grabbed his erect member and cock
smacked Puck hard across the cheek, jerking rapidly until his own load shot out
covering Puck's face.
Exhale.
Matt caught his breath and then slumped over onto his knees. He took another
beet and then sat down, dangling his legs over the tailgate. He made no move to
put his clothes back on.
Puck didn't move. He closed his eyes. He breathed. He opened his eyes, only to
close them again, unprepared to face the reality of what had just happened.
After a minute Puck sat up and looked over at Matt. He admired his slim, but
muscular, long body for the first time as he sheepishly wiped the jizz from his
face with Matt's discarded underwear.
After another moment of recovery time, he awkwardly broke the silence with a
gibe, "So you're not homophobic…"
"Hmph," Matt snorted. "No, I am. I know I am."
Puck furrowed his brow, "But…"
A moment of silence passed between them. Puck knew by instinct that it was this
moment that would determine what happened from this point on. Would there be
opening up or a return to the uncomfortable coldness that had hung in the air
before they'd fucked?
But the ice melted as Matt reestablished eye contact, revealing a wounded
expression that matched neither the heat of their consummated lust nor the
apprehension that went before it.
"We didn't go to the same middle school, but that was around the time that I
started getting teased. It was a lot of things but the focal point, the thing
that everyone zeroed in on was my voice - the pitch, the lisp - it exposed me
for what I was even when most things about me could not have been more average.
Football, basketball, and hockey were all I cared about for fuck
sake."
Dawning realization came over Puck as the mysteries surrounding his classmate
that he'd tuned into over the past few weeks finally became clearer.
He arched his brow, "That's when you…"
"Stopped talking."
The boy obviously didn't want pity. He didn't even want consoling. He didn't
shift his naked body closer to Puck's, and this was just as well because Puck
wouldn't know how to give those things genuinely, not to a guy or a girl.
"I did what I had to do to keep my secret and Kurt is just a constant reminder
of all the things I can't be and don't want to be. The things I'm not."
Finally after a bumpy ride of a night they were back in territory that Puck
understood.
"Look man, obviously I'm not either. Of course I don't even know what I am. At
least Kurt knows who he is. That just seems so much simpler. He gets the shit
kicked out of him now, but he's going to graduate and get the hell out of Lima,
find a boyfriend and open an over-the-top
clothing line or some shit and I don't have a clue where I'm going."
Matt looked surprised. It was unclear if this was a reaction to the insight, or
possibly to the fact that Puck was letting his insightful self show at all, or
because it was shocking to talk to someone else he could identify with.
Puck pushed himself up and forward, making the shift to closeness they'd both
been avoiding since orgasm. Neither said anything as the full darkness of the
evening settled, but Matt placed his hand on Puck's soft member.
He smirked as it began to grow again…
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