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Spuck AU 1x1.

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There's No 'Us' in Team

[sammythecounselor]

Sam wished he could take his words back once Puck stopped making him wild. He took a deep breath before being moved and getting smashed with another kiss, this last one leaving him yearning and crying out for more as his coworker lifted him up. Fuck, he always knew Puck was strong, but goddamn. As Puck left him fall, a squeal left Sam’s mouth as he hit the table hard, the pain being a weird mixture of confusion and pleasure.

Trying to recollect himself, Sam looked up at the cceiling before closing his eyes briefly, listening and hoping Puck would leave the room. He sat up slowly, watching the man walk over to the papers. Sam looked down at the floor, his eyes immediately going to his slightly noticable bulge in his jeans. “I…I need some air,” Sam said as he got off the table, his thoughts in shambles. What was he supposed to think? What did any of this mean?

"I’ll be back. I think," Sam said as he passed Puck, stopping in front of the man and giving him another rough kiss before exiting the room. He slammed it shut and fell to the ground, trying to adjust what was going on in his pants. Of all the people…it had to be Puck? The feeling of immense pleasure was still running through his system, and just thinking about Puck made him moan, remembering their fun times just moments ago.

This just couldn’t happen, though. They hated each other, not…ugh. Sam moaned as he rubbed the head of his cock in an attempt to cover his softening bulge. There was no way he could go back in there with Puck. No way they could work together, not anymore. Not with…no. It just couldn’t happen. He shut his eyes, feeling like the world was ending, his heart beat racing. It just couldn’t happen, not with Puck. Why did it have to fucking be Puck?

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When Sam didn’t give him a straight answer, Puck couldn’t do much else besides just glare at him. He didn’t get what the big fucking deal was. They just needed to plan some stupid little event that would keep a bunch of kids entertained for at least an hour; it’s nothing something that would be that hard. Why did this guy have to make everything so fucking complicated and weird by getting the hots for him?

Puck was silent, though, still just watching as Sam finally pushed himself up off of the table but, of course, didn’t answer his question. He rolled his eyes as Sam said he needed to get some air, but was kind of proud of himself for being able to get him all wigged out without much effort at all. He released his death grip on the back of the wooden chair and stood up, forcing his body to relax as he watched Sam starting to walk toward the door. But then the blond by was grabbing onto him and kiss him again, and Puck just stood there and let him, his body frozen until he pulled away and the door was slamming behind him.

With one last sigh, Puck pulled out his chair and plopped down again, running a hand over his face. Maybe it would just be better for him to call his social worker and get sent to juvie instead. This Sam kid had been making his life difficult since he got here, even before this, and now he had a feeling that it was only going to get worse. He wouldn’t put it past him to try blackmailing Puck or something, all ready to bust out some story about how Puck sexually assaulted him or whatever; with how poorly the rest of the staff thought of him, they’d definitely believe it.

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There's No 'Us' in Team

[sammythecounselor]

Sam shut his eyes as his lips smashed against Puck’s his body feeling loose yet heavy, wanting to fall to the ground, but Puck’s grip kept him up, and he didn’t want to seem like a weakling. Not that he could really pay attention to what he was thinking, though, as Puck’s lips were aggressive and rough against his. Fuck. “Fucking juvie.”

Being pushed against the table, Sam leaned back and fell onto it, his arms wrapping around Puck and pulling him down with him. “Don’t stop,” he moaned quickly, their lips only departing for a quick few seconds before they met again. Sam did his best to hold back any sounds he was making, more focused on making sure Puck shut up for once.

"Here," Sam whispered, moving Puck’s head to his neck, moving to give my man more access, the things those lips and tongue did to him were making him wild. His hands ran down to Puck’s waist and pulled it to slam against his own, causing Sam to cry out in pleasure. "St-stop, Puck," Sam said, starting to realize that this wasn’t right at all. He was supposed to hate Puck, not wanting him to fuck him.

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Puck had no idea what was going on or how any of this was possible. Just a few seconds ago Sam was calling him names and telling him he was lazy and worthless, but now he couldn't get his hands off of him. He definitely never got the gay vibe from this kid before, which only made it more confusing, but it figures that the guy was acting like a total hard ass to hide some weird homo attraction he had. Not like Puck could really blame him, though. He knew he was a total stud, so it was only a matter of time til guys started falling for him.

It was hard for Puck to stop once he got going, and as Sam pulled him down n top of him on the table, Puck just went with it despite his surprise. It seemed like Sam was finally faltering, finally cutting the hard ass bull shit, and Puck was gonna hold onto that as long as he could. Even if he couldn't assert his dominance over this guy with his words, he'd at least found one way to do it right now. He didn't really give a shit how gay it was.

Running his hand up to the blond's hair, he weaved his fingers into it and pulled his head to the side, sucking and biting along his neck before tracing over the small bite marks with his tongue. He even let out a small moan himself, feeling an entirely new thrill rushing through him as he pinned the other boy down. The hands on his waist had him smirking and he gladly let Sam pull his hips down against his, shuddering at the cry that left him, but then Sam wanted to stop, and Puck didn't understand, and he definitely didn't want to stop either.

He reached for Sam's chin and turned his head toward him before smashing their lips together in another kiss more aggressive than before as his other hand yanked Sam up from the table by his shirt. But then, Puck just dropped him and pulled back, taking a moment to collect himself as he took a few steps away. Running his hand over his face, he shook his head, walking back over to where he had been sitting before and looking down at the papers. "So we gonna work together, or what?" he asked, his face serious as he gave the boy another glance, gripping onto the back of his chair.

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There's No 'Us' in Team

[sammythecounselor]

Sam rolled his eyes as Puck got up from his chair, assuming that the teen was finally going to leave and Sam would have peace. He’d be lonely though, and he would never admit that he’d miss Puck’s presence. Once he felt Puck’s presence behind him, he froze up, feeling the hairs on his back stand up. “What are yo—” he began to ask until Puck pushed the table back and began to talk.

Unsure whether he was scared or slightly turn on, Sam had a blank face as he was pulled up to stare at the angry male. Something about Puck manhandling him was kinda hot, sexy, and definitely was turning him on. He stared into the man’s eyes as he continued speaking, though Sam was unsure what he was even saying at this point. All he knew was that he was pushed against the table and Puck was screaming about something.

"Are you trying to scare me?" Sam asked, his voice quivering slightly, mostly from how turned on he was becoming. All he had to do was lean back against the table and Puck could fuck him and—-shit, no, that wasn’t what he could think about, not right now, not ever. "You’re the one that doesn’t want to work with me!" Sam yelled back, his eyes roaming Puck’s lips then back up to his eyes. "You’ve never liked me and if anything you’re being the little bitch, juvie," Sam said, pushing back against Puck, their chests touching. He stared in Puck’s eyes and swallowed thickly, forcing the taller man into a kiss.

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Puck smirked as he heard Sam's voice shaking, glad to know that he was having some kind of an effect on him, even though an apology and an agreement to stop being an ass hole would have been a lot better. But the smirk faded as Sam kept shouting back at him, and his grip on the other boy tightened as he got more and more irritated.

"You haven't even given me a fucking chance," he snapped, giving him another shove as he got closer. His eyes narrowed as he stared at him, trying to follow his eyes as they seemed to look all over his face. A lot of Sam's words were starting to run off into nonsense, Puck just staring at him as he tied to make sense of it all. He really must have been losing his mind at this stupid fucking happy sunshine camp, because as Sam pushed against his chest, Puck somehow forgot about how mad he was, thinking instead about how good the other boy smelled.

Puck just froze, not even wincing as Sam yelled at him, because the words didn't even register in his mind, especially as Sam leaned forward. All he could do was stand there as Sam kissed him, his grip on his arms loosening briefly before tightening again. What the fuck was happening? And why was Puck kissing him back? He leaned in further, pushing Sam back against the table again as he deepened the kiss, his brows still furrowed and his face still tense and angry, because as confused as he was, he was still pissed off. But at least Sam wasn't fucking talking anymore.

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There's No 'Us' in Team

[sammythecounselor]

"Everyone calls you that," Sam spat back quickly, snickering to himself. It seemed his tactics were starting to annoy Puck, and that brought him a little pride, a small warm feeling knowing that Puck was thinking about him. "Pretty sure they only call you that in juvie," Sam said, giving Puck a side eye before the teen went on his rant.

"Fine. Then don’t. So, basically like I said, I will do it, and when it’s the best idea and everyone loves it, I’ll get all the credit. That’s the only difference. I should’ve realized you like digging yourself into holes," Sam said, rolling his eyes as he leaned back in his chair, writing some notes down.

"Actually, yeah, I have some ideas. But you want to work alone, so do it. I’m not going to help you since it seems you don’t want me—-it. Seems you don’t want it," Sam said, his cheeks blushing slightly at his error. He wrote down ‘dance, sword fighting, skits, scavenger hunt, and air raid’. "Why don’t you just go back to juvie and take a nap?"

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Puck had no idea why Sam was so amused with himself, because his insults were lame and not fazing him at all. "Right, because everyone in juvie thinks I'm the best camp counselor ever.." He furrowed his eyebrows, wondering if it was even worth it to try to make sense of this bull shit. He knew this kid was a douche bag, but he didn't think he was going to be this difficult.

"Or we could do what we're supposed to," Puck said with a sigh, running his hand over his face. Noah Puckerman being the responsible one for once.. was he being Punk'd or something? He glanced around to make sure that nobody was in there, secretly watching them. Maybe this was some kind of test or something. Would the counselors and Cheryl really team up to pull something like this on him? Did they want him to fuck up that bad?

Part of Puck just wanted to reach across the table and punch this guy right in the jaw, but he also knew that, of course, that was what was expected of him. Was he an idiot for just wanting to do something right for once? But it seemed like talking reasonably and working together wasn't something that Sam was interested in, so maybe he'd have to resort to his old ways to get his point across.

Finally, though, something in him snapped and he instantly got up out of his chair, pushing the table back in one fluid motion. Walking over behind Sam, he grabbed the back of his shirt, bunching it up around his fist "First of all, we don't take naps in juvie," he told him, yanking him up out of his seat and pushing him back against the table. "Look. I got sent here cuz I fucked up. But I'm here now and trying to make the best of it. Do good and maybe have some fun. So how about you stop being a cranky little bitch for no good reason and just work with me here."

He stared him right in the face, taking a step closer and glaring in an attempt to intimidate him, or scare him into not being such an idiot.

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There's No 'Us' in Team

[sammythecounselor]

Sam hadn’t been quite in his head for most of the days throughout the last couple of weeks. It was like, he could be fun and happy with his kinds, but as soon as he saw Puck or they were against each other, some weird angry rivalry started. Thankfully it was never too intense to the point that there were fists thrown, and neither was it too hurtful either. It was just…simple, competitive fighting, because obviously they both wanted the best for their teams. Obviously.

And yet, sometimes Sam felt like Puck wasn’t being mean. That behind each of those thinly veiled threats was…something different. Something weird. Something that he liked. He caught himself noticing Puck more—especially those arms when he wore tank tops. Not that it was a bad thing or anything. He wasn’t gay at all. Sam just wished his muscles were that big, too. That big and tight and…strong.

Sitting down in main cabin office, Sam wasn’t sure why’d he been called in. Maybe they were going to promote him, or give him another camper. Or maybe something had happened back home. He had mentally prepared for the worst, starting to panic when he heard the door open to see Puck. Again. He looked away forcibly, his eyes trying to avert from the man’s powerful and seductive gaze. Listening to Cheryl was a big failure; he was more focused on what he was earing now and how Puck would probably comment on it and make fun of it. Damn, he knew he should’ve worn those board shorts.

"Sounds great," Sam said as Cheryl left, his gaze still forward, not daring to turn to Puck. Of course, the mohawked thug was the first to speak. They always were. "I think you’re already the world’s biggest jackass, so I don’t have to worry about looking like one," Sam spat back, turning his head to Puck with a hard stare. "Listen. I know you hate this job, so let me make the next event and I’ll give you some of the credit. I’m sure it’s what you’re used to anyway," Sam said as he started jotting down ideas. "They don’t call you Lazy puck for nothing."

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Puck had no idea what he was expecting as a response from Sam, and he didn't know what reaction Sam was hoping to get out of him by being such a dick, so he just decided to laugh. If he showed that he was getting pissed off, that'd only give the other guy satisfaction, right? "Good one," he told him with a nod, reaching for a pen and a piece of paper from the middle of the table so he could jot some of his ideas down, if he ever came up with any.

"Lazy Puck? Dude, nobody calls me that," he said with a roll of his eyes, writing his name at the top of the paper on instinct, like he was turning in a test at school. "They actually call me Puck, the Best Camp Counselor Ever. Least that's what the kids in my cabin have been calling me. Is that too many words for your brain to remember?" He scoffed, drawing a dark underline under his name. 

"Look. I don't wanna be stuck in here with you either, blondie. But it looks like we don't got much of a choice. I'm not taking credit for whatever dumb ass idea you come up with. I'm not gonna attach my name to something lame."

Unfortunately, Puck did have the tendency to talk a big talk, and he couldn't always back himself up with his actions. He honestly had no ideas for this at all after it was dropped on him out of no where. He didn't even know what kind of event they were really supposed to be planning.

"So.. you got any ideas or what?"

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There's No 'Us' in Team

It was no surprise to Puck that everywhere he turned, Sam seemed to be there. Their groups always wound up next to each other at events, they always seemed to be showing up to the dining hall at the same time.. it was like every time Puck looked up, there he was.

And Puck didn't know how he felt about it

They hadn't said much to each other, just staying quiet and exchanging glances in passing, aside from a few verbal jabs at each other during competitions. It was more irritating than anything else, really, how Sam could say the rude things he said while looking at him in this weird way, almost like he didn't mean it. It was just confusing, and Puck had no idea what the kid wanted with him. Did he want Puck to hit him? Did he want him to leave him alone? He had no idea.

When Cheryl informed Puck that another counselor would be taking his kids to a small combined-cabin craft event because he was needed in the main office, Puck immediately assumed that he'd done something wrong. He wracked his brain with anything he'd done in the past few days, trying to figure out if he'd broken rules and not even been aware of it, but he couldn't come up with anything. He just followed Cheryl to the office in silence, his hands shoved into the pockets of his cargo shorts, and walked inside when she held the door open for him.

When he saw Sam sitting at one of the tables alone, he froze.

He was partly expecting a lecture from Cheryl, about how the two of them needed to stop fighting or something, even though they weren't really fighting.. and did anyone else even notice the way they'd been treating each other? But then she announced that the two of them would be working together to come up with an idea for an event for the kids together, deciding that the two newest and youngest counselors would have some fun, fresh ideas, and that whatever they came up with would be a 'hit.'

And then she left.

Puck didn't even know how to start the conversation, still silent as he walked over to the table and slowly sat down a few seats away from the other boy. 

"You know we gotta come up with something good, or we're gonna look like the world's biggest jackasses," he finally said, running a hand through his hair. "Well, you'll look like a jackass.  Doubt anyone's really expecting shit from me."

[sammythecounselor]

Greek Week

[sammythecounselor]

Sam’s attention had become unfocused the more he thought about Puck. This thoughts were so out of place that he didn’t realize until people started cheering that his team had lost the race. He snapped back into game mode as he walked over to his team, giving them high fives and hugs all around, trying to keep the merry happiness up. So they hadn’t won, but at least Puck hadn’t either, which was better than losing to Puck. “Sam! We did it!” Peter said, causing Sam to chuckle. “We finished the race! We were really good!”

It was those words that filled Sam’s heart with the joy that, despite their loss, the kids had won in their hearts. Maybe he was doing something right after all. He looked over at Puck and smiled, seeing his kids being happy as well, though Puck himself seemed extremely annoyed, with Sam took a small pleasure in. IT just went to show that serious hard training and constant criticizing would get Puck nowhere with his kids. Sam turned his head once Cheryl started to speak up, quieting the rest of the kids down.

"Good job everyone. Now we’re going to take a small break as we head over to Ash Field to play Hercules’ castle!" The kids cheered in response as they started walking toward the next destination, a capture the flag style game. Sam kept an eye on Puck, still entranced by the man.

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Puck was still in a slight state of shock, looking from his kids over to Sam and back again, not entirely sure what to do. He just patted them on the back, trying that encouraging bull shit that kids seemed to love so much, telling them that they did awesome but still needed to do better next time. (He hadn't gone totally soft, alright?)

When Cheryl finally moved to the front of the crowd and started explaining what they were all doing next, Puck found himself only half listening, figuring he'd just follow the crowd because it wasn't like they all weren't going to the same place for the same reason. He had no idea what the hell Hercules' Castle was, the name sounding vaguely familiar as something they probably went over during their orientation, but he wasn't sure. So he just glanced back at Sam again, not sure how to react when he saw that the other boy had already been watching him for who knows how long.

He didn't have too much time to think about it though, because just seconds later the entire camp's worth of kids started to move, counselors getting their cabins situated and leading them off toward the next event. Puck just shot Sam a look, shrugging his shoulders before turning and telling his team to head off toward Ash Field. He had no idea what it was about Sam that made him want to take this more seriously, but there was definitely something. 

[sammythecounselor]

Greek Week

[sammythecounselor]

Sam stopped his excessive yelling and clapping when he heard Puck actually shout words of encouragement, like a dad cheering on his son. It made Sam feel weird and warm inside, like a personal achievement had just been reached. Puck, despite all he probably was, actually was giving a damn. Sam smiled widely, hoping this type of Puck was the one that stayed at camp, not the thuggish brute idiot from juvie.

"Come on Jerry!! Don’t let them scare you, you are awesome!" Sam yelled loudly, seeing Puck’s second kid speed by, just about to catch up to Jerry. While Sam was certain the last leg of the race could easily be theres, especially with his fastest runner last, the blond had an overwhelming feeling of defeat in his mind, tough he didn’t mind it. This first game had changed Puck somehow, despite his rude comments, and Sam was proud of that.

"Apparently it will," Sam said as Puck walked away, his eyes scanning the man’s back longer than normal. Shaking his head, Sam turned back to the race, seeing Puck’s last kid and his fastest, Ricky, neck and neck to win. "Come on Ricky!" he yelled, his enthusiasm a bit on the low side. He kept flashing back to seeing Puck, those eyes, those arms, his back… whatever he was thinking, he wasn’t sure what it meant, and it bothered him, annoying him a little. Of course he’d think about Puck, the vein of his existance. Of course.

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If there was one thing that Puck was, it was confident, and usually to a fault. He was always so sure he could do anything, even if really, he wasn't that sure. When they showed up at this race today, he was positive that his team would crush Sam's, and everyone else's, but now that the time had come and their last runners were out of the sidelines, he wasn't so sure. Each lap until this point had been so different, with either Sam's kid or his own taking a serious lead, but at this point, the two were so close that Puck honestly had no idea what was going to happen.

Puck was jumping up and down like a freaking idiot, screaming and yelling along with the rest of his kids. They were all totally lost in what was happening right in front of them, too focused to realize that the runners from the Elk and Bear cabins, while neck and neck, weren't actually in the lead of the entire race. It wasn't until they heard a huge burst of cheering from about twenty years down from them that they figured it out, when someone from a totally different cabin crossed the finish line, winning the race. A few seconds later, both Sam and Puck's final runners crossed the line at the same time, technically tying, but everyone else was so distracted by the winner to even notice.

It felt like his heart was sinking in his chest, his jaw dropping slightly as he looked over at Sam. Did that really just happen? They both got so worked up over their weird rivalry that they were going that crazy over a third place spot? Puck just ran his hand over his face, shaking his head before going over to his kids and giving them high fives, telling them that they did awesome, but they were going to start doing some serious training so they could kick more ass next time.

The whole situation was kind of embarrassing, even though nobody else really was aware of what the two teams had been doing besides Sam and himself. He just gave the other boy a small nod, crossing his arms over his chest and waiting for Cheryl to give everybody direction on what to do next.

[sammythecounselor]

Greek Week

[sammythecounselor]

Sam chuckled as Puck shoved him over, tripping before he got back on firm ground. He’d felt a strange…connection at being shoved, he enjoyed it, though he wasn’t sure whether it was being physical or the fact that he was getting Puck mad that made him smile widely. “Someone’s mad,” Sam chuckled to himself, not moving his ground and increasing his cheering once Peter had started to roll down the hill.

"Thats it Petey! You got this!" Sam shouted, his ears perking up at the sudden encouragement Puck’s team was getting from him. Maybe Puck wasn’t such a bad counselor after all, he just had a different way of showing it. A meaner, more ruthless, and definitely negative influencing side. With a sigh, Sam saw as Peter tagged the next boy in line, Jerry, who ran off quick up the hill, ahead of a good amount of other teams.

"Mind over matter, right?" Sam said sarcastically, chuckling to himself, knowing his team wouldn’t win. He took a small satisfaction in the fact that they would surely win, but mostly just wanted to be sure the kids would be happy—they were, after all, the ones who were paying to come here and have the time of their lives. "Just goes to show that physicality isn’t everything," Sam said to himself, loudly enough that he hoped Puck heard.

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Puck rolled his eyes and was half tempted to give the guy another shove, maybe actually try to knock him down, but he didn't. He wouldn't give this tool bag any more satisfaction by letting him know that he was getting under his skin. "Who, you?" he answered in response, realizing it was probably stupid, but whatever. It's not like he wasn't used to people giving him shit all the time for everything; he was always able to just shake it off and not let it bother him, so what was the problem now?

Aside from Sam's team's obvious cheating, Puck's kids were actually doing pretty well, still in second place even though they had some catching up to do. It was even more surprising that they seemed to be moving faster and cheering harder when Puck lightened up a bit, being more encouraging than he tended to be. If he needed to spout some candy-coated  crap to get his guys running faster to get their lead back, he'd do it.

"Come on, Elk! You guys are awesome, you got this! Let's keep it moving guys!" he shouted, cupping his mouth with his hands. But then his hands dropped to his sides and it took everything he had to not shoot Sam the coldest glare he could manage, though fortunately he was a bit too busy watching Tucker make it back to the sideline and tag in Silas, the next kid in their line to go, who fortunately shot out like a cannon and managed to catch up with Sam's kid.

"Right, because rolling your fat ass around is really gonna get you somewhere in life," Puck said with a roll of his eyes, finally walking away from Sam and going to stand with his kids. He wasn't going to stand there and let someone insult him like that, and now that his team had caught up, he wasn't going to look away for a second.

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Greek Week

[sammythecounselor]

Sam couldn’t believe some of the words Puck was saying to his kids, easily being overheard by others. If he kept this up, there was no way Puck was going to stay a counselor for long. The blond gritted his teeth to hold back rebuttals and monologus on how to treat the kids. He could tell none of the other counselors were having it either, whih made Sam smile spitefully. Maybe they could together get Puck out of here—it’d be best for everyone.

Chuckling to himself as he shoved into Puck, Sam got a high five from one of the other counselors. He wasn’t sure how to feel about the situation—no one else stood up to Puck but him, which could easily end badly if Puck lashed out. He was, after all, some street thug and really built. Like, really built. Built enough that Sam sometimes found himself staring at those arms in the mess hall. He watched the man come over to the sidelines, rolling his eyes at Puck’s childish act. As if standing extremely close to him was supposed to intimidate him?

"You don’t scare me," Sam said under his breath, finding himself oddly pleased with having Puck close. He grimaced at Puck’s use of words, not moving from his spot. Moving would show he was scared or nervous, which he wasnt and wouldnt be.

Once the gun went off, Sam started screaming loudly, rooting for Peter along with the rest of the kids. “You shouldn’t underestimate these kids, especially mine,” Sam said, takinga step closer to Puck’s space and waving his hands wildly in the air. As the kids ran up the hill, Sam smiled, knowing that Peter remembered their trump card. “He may be a little slow, but Peter’s smarter than you, Puck,” Sam said with a chuckle.

Despite being one of the last ones to make it to the top of the hill, Peter jumped onto the ground and began to roll his way back to the rest of his team, beating out many of the other kids who were tripping as they ran down the elevated hill. Sam could see that his encouragement as ell as the rest of the team’s was making Peter happy, which was what Sam really cared about. 

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As Puck stood next to Sam, he kept watching him out of the corner of his eye, noticing how he seemed to try to stand up a little taller. Puck just smirked to himself and shook his head, his focus shifting back to his kids as they started to get each other pumped up for the upcoming race. It was pretty clear that they wanted to win, and some of them were already so competitive without Puck's encouragement. 

When he heard Sam mumbling something, he raised an eyebrow, turning his head to look at him again. He literally wasn't even doing anything, just standing there and being himself. Did Sam really think he was putting any effort into trying to intimidate him? "Damn, really? I was trying so hard, too," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he rolled his eyes dramatically. He just crossed his arms over his torso again, puffing out his chest a little more. If Sam really wanted to play this game, Puck had no problem joining in.

"Sucks to be underestimated, don't it?" Puck shouted over the sounds of everyone, mainly Sam, yelling wildly once the race started. He knew all too well what it was like to have nobody believe in you, even if their reasons for believing that were a hell of a lot different than what Puck thought Peter was going to blow the race for everyone. Puck just tried to focus on the task at hand, winning this stupid race, and as he started to yell and scream for his kids as they made their way up the hill, it was easy. It wasn't until Sam bumped into him, making some comment about how that little fat kid was smarter than him, that focusing on the race suddenly became much more difficult.

Puck just shoved him back, not overpoweringly hard, but enough to push him off balance. "Fuck off, blondie. You don't know shit about me," he muttered, just an instant reaction, though part of him was wishing he could take it back. He couldn't let this dude know that he was actually starting to piss him off, right? Forcing himself back into the race, he started yelling for his team again, actual encouraging things this time.

But when he saw Peter start rolling down the hill, leaving Tucker and the rest of the kids far behind him, Puck's jaw dropped. There was no way that was allowed in a race like this-- it was cheating, right? But nobody said a thing, in fact, all of the other counselors only encouraged him. Puck couldn't believe it, throwing his hands up in the air in frustration before screaming to Tucker again, begging for him to get moving. They couldn't let those cheaters win.

[sammythecounselor]

Greek Week

[sammythecounselor]

Sam went through each member of his cabin who was participating in the relay race and made sure there shoes were tied correctly and gave each one a small inspirational speech. He received hugs from some of them and others chuckled as they got ready, having the idea of winning set firm in their mind. The blond turned once he heard Puck’s team approaching, the mohawked man obviously purposely taking his team next to Sam’s.

"Don’t worry you guys, you’ve got this," Sam said after hearing Puck’s stupid pep talk. It sounded like he was sending his kids into the marshes of a war without any proper training. And Puck expected to be the best counselor? It wasn’t gonna happen, especially with the way he was around his kids. "Alright guys, circle up," Sam said as the team circled around him. "Remember, it’s not whether we win or lose, right? It’s about having fun, making memories, just enjoying yourself boys. And if we win, well, that just makes us extra awesome," Sam said as his kids cheered for him.

"Back into places guys," Sam said with a chuckle as Puck came over. He crossed his arms in annoyance at Puck’s words, sighing. He could see Peter wanting to cry once he heard Puck’s words. "Thanks, Puck. Don’t ever have children," Sam said, giving Puck a side glare as he got onto one knee in front of Peter. "Hey, it’s okay. You know, Spider-man? He has glasses, and he’s so smart, just like you. And do you want to know a secret? His name’s Peter, too, but you can”t tell anyone," Sam whispered, getting a chuckle out of the young boy in front of him. "Spiderman!" he squeed in happiness, putting a smile on Sam’s face as he got back up. "Let’s do this," he said as he walked past Puck, purposely shoving into him as he made his way to the sidelines.

[campingpuck-blog]

Sam's sugary, candy-coated sweetness with his kids was making Puck want to gag. He just rolled his eyes as he listened to all of Sam's 'winning isn't what's important' shit. Of course winning was important. Well, maybe not to the kids, but to Puck it definitely was. He wanted to show this Sam guy that just because he was being forced here on some lame court order didn't mean that he wasn't capable of inspiring his kids to kick some serious ass, and he didn't need to turn on the Mr. Rogers act to do so.

Turning to his cabin members again, he walked over to Tucker and put a hand on his shoulder, clapping him on the back encouragingly. "Counting on you, dude. Some of these kids can't run to save their lives," he told him, not paying any mind to the fact that everybody else was only a few feet away and definitely could hear him. "Let's show the Bear Cabin who the real top dogs of Camp Dalton are, yeah?" Tucker just grinned and nodded, looking more than excited to do whatever it took to get his team to win, and to make Puck proud. He just glared over at Sam and his team with a sneer on his face before reassuring Puck that he had nothing to worry about.

Puck crossed his arms over his chest, rolling his eyes as Sam managed to immediately save the day and make Peter all excited again. How did he do that? "Spiderman is like, the lamest superhero ever anyways," Puck mumbled under his breath as he shook his head, glancing over at the other counselors as they lined their teams up at the sidelines. A few had looked his way as well, not even bothering to try hiding the judgement on their faces. He'd had his fair share of obnoxious encounters with some of the older counselors so far since he'd got here, everyone assuming that he was a useless idiot who'd just let his kids down. Little did they know that all they were doing was making him wanna prove them all wrong.

When Sam walked past him, shoving into his side, Puck's body immediately wanted to lash out in response, to grab the guy and shove him down or hit him or something. That's just what he'd been conditioned to do over the years with people always messing with him and trying to start fights. But he managed to resist, his hands clenching into fists, and he walked up to the sidelines as well, standing right next to Sam, purposefully invading his personal space. 

"Let's go, guys! Kick some ass-- butt!" he yelled, correcting himself as soon as he saw some of the other counselors' mouths dropping open in horror. After a few quick directions from Cheryl and one last reminder that 'winning isn't everything,' a gun fired to signal the start of the race and all at once, kids flooded out of the sidelines. Puck grinned to himself as he saw Tucker quickly taking the lead. "Hell yeah," he said, pumping his fist in the air when he saw Sam's kids trailing behind. "Little pudgy Peter can't even keep up. Better hope you got some sort of fast secret weapon kid hiding somewhere if you even want a chance."

[sammythecounselor]

Greek Week

Greek Week. The first of many spirit-filled and overloaded weeks of fun in the sun, as Sam thought of it. Still, Greek Week had always been his favorite, and it was finally time for Bear Cabin to be the new head of the camp for the week, even if it only meant some more ice cream for dessert. Still, Sam found an odd pride in being best cabin leader, and he wasn’t about to let any other cabin take the throne of Zeus for the week. Not even Puck.

As their training had gone on, Sam found himself more and more annoyed with the still somewhat-sexy Puck. The guy seemed to just glide his way through everything, even if it was right, which annoyed Sam more than it should’ve. Something about Puck was off. He was here on juvy or whatever it seemed, but he was actually…good? at some of the stuff he did. Sam knew Puck would be his main competitor each week, and he knew to hell that he wasn’t going to let some delinquent win at his camp.

Lining up outside the cabin, Sam counted off his kids and gave them all high fives before heading down to the first event: a relay race. His kids were fast and smart, so he knew they had it in the bag, plus, he’d been spending the afternoons with them getting them ready for everything, like his fun little soldiers. “Come on team Avenger!” he said happily, the kids having taken the name to show they were better and liked reading Sam’s comics. They got to the start and lined up with the rest of the cabins, Sam looking around to see where Puck’s team was.

[campingpuck-blog]

It had only been about a week into the program, but this camp gig actually wasn't too bad. Well, of course, Puck would rather be back home living his life and not hanging around with a bunch of little punks, but even they were pretty alright. They all seemed to idolize him, thinking he was the greatest thing to ever happen to that camp (they'd be right), and were already set on doing whatever he wanted them to. Plus the weather had been pretty nice, and he was successfully pissing off that Sam kid without even trying, which was hilarious, so things could definitely be going worse.

Even with Cheryl and the rest of the adult counselors watching him like a hawk, waiting for him to mess up, it only made him more determined to be awesome. He wasn't going to give them any sort of satisfaction by being a failure, but he also wasn't going to kiss their asses either. Channeling all of his attention and focus into beating Sam seemed to be working pretty well for him so far, so he had no intention of changing his ways.

As all the hype for this Greek Week thing started, Puck actually found himself getting pretty into it, especially after finding out that Sam had his cabin out training early in the mornings before breakfast. What a loser. So, of course, Puck had to one up him, "accidentally" bringing his own cabin, the far superior Elk Cabin (aka Team Puck, aka Team Jedi), around to where Bear Cabin was training. And now that the big day was finally here, Puck was more determined than ever for his kids to kick Sam's kids' asses.

 When he brought Elk Cabin up to the first event, he instantly spotted Sam, a big goofy smile on his face as he high fived all of his kids and got them excited for the big race. It was so stupid, how excited he was over something that really didn't matter, but it was hard for Puck to look away. The kids loved Sam, it was pretty clear, and even though he was kind of a douche so far, Puck could see why they did.

"Look at these losers, ready to get trampled by the Elk Cabin," Puck smirked, crossing his arms over his chest as he led his team over to where Sam's was. He heard a few similar comments coming from his kids, mainly his new sidekick Tucker (though he insisted people only call him 'Tuck' now), but he just put a hand up to silence him. "Chill. Don't wanna make anyone cry before the race even starts. They'll have plenty of time for that later."

Once Puck got all of his kids in order and gave them a half assed and semi-threatening pep talk, he took a few steps back and slowly made his way over to Sam's side, casually looking around as the rest of the counselors prepared their teams. "You're actually putting that little Peter kid in the race?" he asked with a laugh, looking up at the kid with the huge glasses and the tightey whiteys sticking out of his cargo shorts. "He's gonna eat dirt, break his glasses, never even see the finish line."

[campingpuck-blog]

01. SOME BIRDS AREN'T MEANT TO BE CAGED.

[sammythecounselor]

Sam rolled his eyes in defiance, not understanding why Puck had to be so passive aggresive and a dick. Obviously this kid had been fucked up in his childhood and was an idiot, or else he wouldn’t have landed here, but putting off a negative vibe was not inviting at all and it wasonly natural for Sam to react back in a negative manner. “I thought you would be, too,” Sam said spitefully, a little hurt that he may’ve ruined any…even remotely potential thing with Puck.

"I’m sure you’ll be great," Sam responded sarcastically, not bothering to even look at Puck, mostly due to his own fear of checking out the man’s muscles again. There was something sexy about being so off-putting and ignorant, something Sam wanted to try at some point in his life. Though not Puck, no, not anymore. Not if the child was gonna be like this.

"You’ve never been here before, and you’ve never done this type of job, or had one, I’m gonna assume. So unless you have some serious skills, you’re gonna be pretty bad," Sam spat back, shaking his head in laughter. There was no way some rookie was going to be the best counselor for ths summer. That would obviously be Sam, and the blond felt offended that Puck even thought he would be better. "Let’s get started," Sam heard Cheryl say, looking up with a smile, anything to make himself better than Puck.

[campingpuck-blog]

Sam's sarcasm had Puck clenching his fists, biting down on his lip to try to keep himself from saying something really stupid. He had no idea what this place's policy was on a lot of shit, but he had a feeling that if he fucked up and got himself thrown out of there, whatever was waiting for him at home would be a hell of a lot worse. So he just stared ahead, watching as Cheryl and the other adults who looked like they were in charge started to get things ready, figuring this little training was about to get started.

"I'm not bad at anything," he finally said as he turned to glare at him, not able to hold back anymore. "And you're gonna be sorry you ever said that to me, dude. They're gonna rename this place Camp Puckerman by the end of the summer." He scoffed and turned back to the front when he heard the woman call out to get their attention, the meeting finally starting. With one last quick glance at the guy next to him, he smirked to himself, ready to start his training and get this summer started. A little competition never hurt, right?

[campingpuck-blog]

01. SOME BIRDS AREN'T MEANT TO BE CAGED.

[sammythecounselor]

Sam held back an eye roll as Puck admitted he’d gotten ‘caught’, whatever that meant. It served him right, at least, doing something stupid and now having to take care of children all summer. Sam saw it as completely fair, though he feared for the children Puck would have to take care of. Hopefully the mohawked-teen wouldnt be too much of a negative influence on the younger kids. Sam made a mental note to talk to Cheryl about Puck and maybe have another counselor in the same bunk, for purely safety reasons.

Of course, Sam wouldn’t have minded sharing the bunk. At night, especially. Something about Puck’s more bad boy malevolent ways was a turn on for Sam, and the blond found himself having to think about toilet paper in order to keep himself grounded, to keep his cock soft. Turning away from the man, Sam looked at the ground, crossing his leg on his knee as he waited for everyone to finish and finally get started.

"At what thing?" Sam replied, not looking at Puck. "No, it’s not a learning camp," the blond replied, annoyed. "This isn’t supposed to be a fun time for you. You’re in charge of a group of kids who are going to look at you like their older brother. You’re going to help them learn to have fun, connect with others, team building and leadership stuff. How to tie knots, campfires, stuff like that. We go on a camping trail midway through the summer where we take a boat out alone with the group and hiking for about three days, and anything that goes wrong is on you. So don’t mess it up," Sam said, taking in a deep breath.

[campingpuck-blog]

Puck leaned  back in his seat and listened, glad the guy was going to actually answer his question and give him some good details, but then he heard his tone and he just rolled his eyes before once again crossing his arms over his chest. "Wow, and I actually thought you were gonna be cool when you walked over here," he said, scoffing as he shook his head. "My mistake." Running a hand over his face, he sighed-- this really was going to be a long ass summer.

"Wasn't planning on screwing it up," he said, turning to face Sam and glaring at him. "I might not wanna be here but I am, and whenever I do something, I do it hard and I'm awesome at it." After another pause, he turned away again, glancing up at the front of the cabin as a few more counselors walked inside and talked to the annoying woman in the front. If there was anything Puck hated, it was people doubting him and thinking he was just going to fuck around and not take things seriously. Sure, he spent a good amount of time fucking around and not taking things seriously, but people's doubt was one thing that always got him fired up and feeling competitive.

"I got plans to be the coolest counselor at this lame ass camp this summer. But don't worry, you can be number two."

[campingpuck-blog]

01. SOME BIRDS AREN'T MEANT TO BE CAGED.

[sammythecounselor]

Sam bit his lower lip as the man in front of him hesitated. Maybe this would be harder than it seemed, working with some delinquet on the edge of the system. Maybe this wouldnt be the best place to have his siblings be for the summer after all, especially with a negative influence glooming over them. The name sent a shiver down Sam’s spine. Puck. It sounded like a nickname given to only the fighters at a high school, the bad boys smoking in the back of the building.

A wave of relief washed through Sam as they shook hands, noticing how hard and rough the other man’s felt. Calloused, definitely. Maybe a guitar player, too, just like Sam. And hot, definitely hot, like he knew how to use those for…many uses. “Shit hole?” Sam asked, a little taken aback that Puck had taken to already criticizing the camp, the camp where he’d not only spent much of his life but where he’d learned about the world and more.

"I actually used to be a camper here, and now I work here," Sam said, taking his hand back quickly, the intense need to wipe it on his jeans just itching at his brain. "What did you do to get stuck here?" Sam said, his tone icy and pointed, knowing that Puck would probably give back some sarcastic answer, just like alll the other guys like him did in high school.

[campingpuck-blog]

It was already pretty clear that this kid was judging him hard, and his mind was probably coming up with a bunch of ridiculous assumptions about the kind of person that Puck was. Some of them might be pretty accurate, but that didn't make it any less obnoxious. Yeah, Puck was known to be a bad kid, but that didn't mean that he wanted people just automatically assuming he was. But considering he was sitting there curled in on himself and looking miserable and pissed off, he couldn't really blame Sam if that's what he thought.

When they shook hands, Puck just stared at them, surprised that Sam actually gave him a firm handshake and didn't just give him a quick and weak one before pulling away. But he could tell from the guy's reaction that he obviously struck some kind of nerve by talking shit on the camp. He knew that people actually liked doing stuff like this and did it willingly, volunteering and shit. It was supposed to make people feel good apparently, but  Puck couldn't understand that at all. And he assumed that this guy wasn't one of those cheesy people who was here to enrich the lives of kids or whatever, at least based on how he looked. Sure, he looked like a nice kid and everything, blond hair and blue eyes, like a good guy from a movie, but he was a teenage boy and was built and Puck would have assumed he'd rather be back home playing sports and hooking up with chicks all summer, not teaching kids how to tie knots and make friendship bracelets and make campfires or whatever they were gonna end up doing all summer.

When Sam kept talking, Puck couldn't miss the tone of his voice. He was definitely judging him. "I got caught," was all he said, rather dismissively, and looking the guy over again before looking back down to his papers. At least he'd have something nice to look at all summer.

"So what do we gotta do at this thing anyway?" he finally asked after a few long minutes of awkward silence between them, figuring that he might as well talk to the one guy around who seemed to be the same age as him and wasn't some creepy middle aged virgin. "I figured this wasn't one of those learning camps cuz they definitely wouldn't have sent me to one of them. But it doesn't look like we get to relax or go fishing or anything either."

[campingpuck-blog]

01. SOME BIRDS AREN'T MEANT TO BE CAGED.

[sammythecounselor]

Sam got off the bus and sighed as he looked around at the all-too-familiar camp grounds. He’d been going there for the past 7 or so years, originally just as a camper, now in his first year as a counselor. Although he had strong feelings about the place—the site where he was bullied, pushed into the lake, spiders in his bed—he knew he had to make the most of it. 10 weeks would be a LONG time.

Slinging his bags for his shoulder, Sam made his way to his his cabin: Liggett, the one he’d spent his years in. Letting his bags fall to the floor on the bed, Sam headed over to the check in cabin, a small sense of fear stirring in his stomach. Camp Dalton had been his home for a lot of summers, and now it would be his workplace, too. Instead, it’d be his siblings’ home, hopefully having the time of their life.

"Nice to see you again, Sam," a dark haired women at the front of the cabin table said. "Hey, Cheryl," Sam said with a smile, finding it weird that he could call his co-worker by her first name instead of "Mrs. Arnold". Taking his name tag and new shirts and smiling ot himself as he took a seat next to a mohawked figure, definitely never had been a camper before and Sam felt this guy probably. Cheryl gave Sam a knowing look and the blond sighed. This new guy was probably some juvenile delinquet, here instead of jail for whatever he had done. Great.

On the plus side, the guy was kinda hot to look at, though Sam would never admit it. “Hey, name’s Sam,” he said, sticking a hand out to the mohawked man, hoping for a small semblance of fake friendship, especally if they’d have to work together for the next ten weeks.

[campingpuck-blog]

Puck stared down blankly at the contents of the folder, not really registering any of the information on the itinerary. All he was really getting from it was that he'd be really busy and never have a freaking chance to sleep or do anything fun. He hadn't been given a whole lot of information about what was going on prior to this; he figured that he'd show up, maybe go fishing, smack some kids around, cook s'mores and shit and sleep in a hammock all day, but from what he was reading, that wasn't the case.

This already looked like a lot of work that he didn't wanna do, and he was already thinking about calling someone to come pick him up and just take him to juvey. But then he glanced up and over toward the door, noticing another guy walking in who looked about his age. He was blond and looked pretty fit, which, even if he wasn't proud of it, caught Puck's attention. But he didn't wanna openly gawk at the kid and have all the counselors thinking he was some kind of homo or something, so as soon as the guy started walking his way, he looked back down at the folder in his lap, crossing his arms over his chest and pretending to read some more.

Looking out of the corner of his eye, he watched as the guy sat down next to him, still not turning to face him yet. But then a hand was extended to him and he turned a little to look at it, then up to the guy's face. He hesitated, just staring, trying to decide what to do. "Puck," he finally said with a nod, still taking a few more seconds before reaching out to shake his hand. "What'd you do to get stuck in this shit hole?"

[campingpuck-blog]

01. SOME BIRDS AREN'T MEANT TO BE CAGED.

In all of his sixteen years of life, Puck had pulled some serious stints and never once got caught. He'd shoplifted and trespassed and loitered, gotten into his fair share of school yard brawls, and he'd walked away from all of them as a free man. Well, until this time.

Apparently in small town Ohio, a kid getting drunk and stealing a car is a pretty big deal. Not a jail kinda big deal, but rather a "do a shit ton of community service or go to juvey" kinda big deal. And he wasn't about to waste his whole summer away in juvey. Besides, community service couldn't be that bad, right? He'd probably just mow some grass, paint hop scotch boards on playgrounds, read books to old people.. something like that. A couple hours a week for a month maybe and he'd be back to living his life as a free man.

If only it were that simple.

You can't really compare an underage/DUI/automobile theft to egging someone's house in terms of community service hours. This screw up was definitely screwed up, and the only suitable assignment he could get was to spend his whole summer working at some camp for kids, being a cabin counselor. Puck was rolling his eyes instantly at how it sounded like something out of some Disney movie, but then he agreed. He could play games and shit if he had to. He could be creative and encouraging if he tried really hard.

So on May 30th he was driven by a social worker to Camp Dalton, just a few hours from his house, and dumped off with his backpack over his shoulder. He checked in and got a couple lame t-shirts and a name tag and was shuffled into the main cabin for his counselor training, seeing a bunch of nerdy looking people who were all wearing the same shirt as him sitting at tables looking pumped as hell.

'You must be Noah,' said a dark haired woman who was standing at a separate table in the front of the cabin, going through materials for the training. She didn't sound too happy to see him, and she definitely didn't look like it either. Not like Puck could blame her. Who would want some shitty delinquent hanging around a bunch of impressionable kids? 

"Puck, actually. But yeah," he said, trying to not sound like a total ass hole, but he could already tell that this chick was one of the ones who would call him a name he didn't even go by just to get under his skin. And he was exactly right.

'Mmhm. Why don't you have a seat, Noah?' She just handed him a folder and gestured to some empty seats near the others, a fake smile plastered to her face. All he could do was shrug in response and turn on his heel, heading over to where the other counselors were sitting. He plopped down in a chair, propping his feet up on another and opening the folder, glancing through the materials as he waited for things to get started.