Disclaimer: Glee doesn't belong to me, and if it did...I would
treat the characters better.  Pale hands grasped at army issue
clothes, pulling, pushing, tugging, trying to unwrap their
prize; needing, wanting to feel the touch of skin on skin. His
skin felt like it was fire, burning to touch, to feel the other
man's skin against his own.  Hips, chests, and mouths fused
together, neither knowing where one began and the other ended.
Fumbling hands, legs parted, fingers seeking, questing for their
ultimate goal. A small hiss, a murmured word, a soul-wrenching
kiss as hands trailed across sweat-slick skin, memorizing dips
and curves, scars and blemishes.  One finger, then two and he
was ready. A gentle push…a gentle slide, foreign hands tugging,
pushing thighs higher, urging him to wrap his pale legs around
his lover's waist. Finally, a hardness, unyielding, burning
slightly, but the pleasure outweigh the pain. A quick jab and he
was seeing stars, his lover thrusting into the hot, slick heat
of his channel, hitti