It was supposed to be a one-shot, I know, but since the story keeps coming for my head, what can I do? Anyway, I hope you like it – and if you do, reviews are truly welcome.

- Wow. That was...

- ...Yeah.

- I didn't know you could do that with your...

- ...Yeah, neither did I.

They were laying on the bed, side by side, their hearts beating fast against their chests, sweat everywhere. Puck was staring to the roof, a big smile on his face; he never felt so... relaxed before. Yeah, "relaxed" was a good word. That was the main reason he keep doing that sort of thing with guys; there were no bounds, no limitations. Quinn was such a prude, she didn't even wanted to touch him! Santana, by the order hand, only did what she wanted to do - which was nothing much, he had to admit. Rachel... well, she probably will die as a virgin, so she really didn't count. With guys he could do what he wanted to do, because he knew the other one would like it too. He could go deep, hard and fast, knowing that what hurts the pal was making him go to heaven as well.

Sex with guys was always awesome - and with Finn, considering that he just lost his virginity... hell, it was two hundred times better.

Finn was thinking pretty much the same thing in the same moment - but he kept his eyes closed, biting his lower lip, avoiding to look at Puck. He was taught that girls are the way, the truth and the life - and he couldn't allow himself to think in other way. But now, while he listened to the beating of their hearts, Finn couldn't stop to weigh the two sides - and Puck made him cum twice before himself, his side definitely had a point.

And, of course, it scared him. He enjoyed every inch of it, loved what Puck made him fell. Girls had never made he fell so… complete, by all means. With Quinn and Rachel it was special, but most of the time he just felt submissive; with Santana, it was good, but kind of weird. Now, to thinking about it, Finn started to realize that he may haven't like it so much for… other reasons.

- So what now? – the question pop out of his mouth before he could stop himself. They look at each other for a moment, in silence; Puck seemed a little scared. – What are we now?

Puck looked at him, deciding if he should be confused or angry. If he still had a hard-on, it would be gone in a blink of an eye. They stared at each other for a moment, trying to read the answer in the other's eyes.

- We are best-friends. – Puck said. – Why ruin that? – and he knew it was the wrong answer the moment it came out of his mouth.

Because Finn and Puck were cosmic opposites – which means that Finn was the sensitive one. While Puck could go around and fuck everyone/everything, Finn was easily attached to people, usually by the smallest of things. Of course he would want more than a kiss in the forehead and a "so long and thanks for all the fish!" answer.

He obviously didn't want to be treated like one of the girls who Puck was used to fuck.

- Yeah, of course. – Finn scratched his neck, sitting on the bed and starting to look for his shoes. – So… it's better if I go, now, and…

- Listen… - Puck grabbed his hand, pulling him back to the bed. – You're my best friend and I kinda love you. We did it, it was fun, we can keep doing this, but no stereotypes, rules or obligations. We are not dating and you won't leave Rachel because of me nor will we go around holding hands. We don't have to show anything to anyone but ourselves. We are like friends with benefits, but in a gay way, and I like it.

- I guess I like it too. – Finn still looking disappointed, but a part of him was also relieved; if Karofsky and Azimio already throw grape slush in his face for being a part of Glee Club, he didn't want to know what they would do if he decided to jump out of the closed with Puck.

And, of course, Rachel would break every bone in his body if he decided to leave her for other man.

- So, are we good? – Puck asked, the tips of his fingers sliding down Finn's waist. Finn bit his lower lip, before moving his legs around Puck's waist.

- I guess so. – and they didn't talk much for the next minutes.

And they didn't pay attention to what was happening around them, too – because if they did, they would notice someone trying to open the door some minutes later. Or a big eye, filled with surprise, looking through the keyhole, definitely enjoying what it just saw.