Title: Love, Actually

Pairing: Sam/Blaine

Rating: NC-17

Timeframe: Season 4, shortly after Klaine break up

Blaine sniffled softly and reached for a tissue, pausing briefly at the sound of the doorbell. He wasn't expecting anyone – especially since his parents were out of town for the weekend – and the last thing he wanted right now was company. He was only wearing an old pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and hadn't even bothered to put any gel in his hair. Sighing as he heaved himself up off of the couch, the brunette pulled the door open, not quite knowing what to expect.

"Hey, buddy," Sam beamed, stepping into the house. He pushed a six-pack of beer into Blaine's hands and then started to take off his jacket. "Cool hair."

"Sam. Hey. What's up?" Blaine smiled despite himself.

"I'm here to cheer you up," Sam said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"I don't-"

"Sure you do," the blonde cut in gently. "You mentioned your folks were goin' out of town and I knew you'd be sitting here feeling sorry for yourself, probably watching some sappy…" Sam glanced over at the television and cringed. "Dude, seriously? 'Love Actually'?"

"It's the most underrated Christmas movie of all time," Blaine said, indignant albeit a bit embarrassed.

"This," Sam said, holding up a box set of all four Lethal Weapon DVDs, "This is the most underrated Christmas movie of all time."

"Sam…" Blaine trailed off with a sigh. "This is really sweet of you… and I totally appreciate it, but…"

"But what? C'mon, I swear you'll feel better. You just need to take your mind off things."

It turned out that Sam was right. Three beers later and halfway into the second Lethal Weapon movie, Blaine was pleasantly buzzed and feeling quite warm and fuzzy all over.

"Hey, thanks man," Blaine said, giving his friend a sideward glance. "You were right. Sitting at home crying over Kurt every night really sucked. I guess after a while, I just… didn't know what else to do with myself. I don't really have a lot of friends, you know? Not anyone I can really trust."

"You got me," Sam smiled, all earnest green eyes and cheeks flushed pink. "I'll always be here for you. Whatever you need, I got your back."

Blaine looked away hurriedly and bit down hard on his lip, focusing on the movie again. He could feel those familiar stirrings deep inside his chest again and, unlike when it happened with Kurt, he knew there was no way this could possibly end well. Distracted by his own thoughts, Blaine nearly jumped out of his skin at the sensation of strong arms wrapped tight around him.

"You're my best friend, you know," Sam said, still giving Blaine the most awkward side-hug imaginable. "And I love you."

Blaine grinned and hugged Sam back. He'd never seen his friend this drunk before and it was equal parts hilarious and adorable. He couldn't find it in himself to resist as Sam leaned back against one arm of the couch and pulled Blaine down with him, so that Blaine was spooned snug against the curve of Sam's body.

It should've been weird – sure, Blaine didn't have a lot of straight guy friends, but he knew damn well that this wasn't how bros watched movies together. Still, all Blaine felt was comfortable, warm and safe, which he hadn't felt in a long, long time. The brunette sighed contentedly as he snuggled against Sam's broad chest and then closed his eyes.

Blaine awoke with a start and blinked his bleary eyes a few times, confused. When the television screen came into focus and he felt the soft rise and fall of the warm, solid body asleep beneath him, he couldn't help smiling and letting his eyes fall shut again. His eyes flew open though when Sam stirred and shifted, his rock-hard erection pressing against Blaine's hip.

Logically, he knew that it was just biology – he'd had his own fair share of morning wood for no good reason at all – but the thought of Sam's cock pressed against him with nothing but a few layers of material between them had Blaine's head spinning at the sudden rush of blood down between his own legs.

"Um… Sam," he murmured, awkwardly trying to disentangle himself from the other boy's grasp.

"Blaine," Sam mumbled. Then he moaned softly, tightening his arms around Blaine's body as he rutted against Blaine's back.

"Sam, wake up. Please," Blaine pleaded, finally grabbing a hold of one of Sam's arms and giving it a good shake. That managed to finally wake the blonde, although for some reason unknown, Sam did not jump up in disgust like Blaine expected him to.

"Huh. Well this is awkward," Sam chuckled.

"Right?" Blaine laughed, playing along to try and prevent further embarrassment. "You must've been having some dream." He left out the part about Sam moaning his name in his sleep.

Sam was quiet for a few moments that felt like about a million years. "I'm sorry. It's just that… your hair smells like peaches," he said softly.

"It's mango pomegranate," Blaine replied. "Leave-in conditioner."

"It's amazing," Sam whispered, inhaling deeply against Blaine's temple. "You're amazing. I'm sorry… I don't…"

"Maybe you should go home," Blaine said. He really really really didn't want Sam to leave right now, but the last thing he needed was to lose his best friend over a moment of drunken sexual confusion.

"Do you want me to go?" Sam asked, sounding like a puppy dog that just got kicked.

"Of course not. I just don't want you to do something you'll regret." Blaine finally lifted his head so he could look up at Sam. The blonde's cheeks were still stained pink, but his eyes were clear and bright and his plump lips were turned down in a tiny pout that Blaine wanted to kiss away more than anything. "We've both had a little too much to drink."

"I could never regret you," Sam murmured. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

Blaine thought his heart would pound right out of his chest, but it didn't – it kept right on beating as their lips met in the sweetest, gentlest kiss he'd ever had in his life. He moaned softly and shifted over to lie on top of Sam, his body easily slotting together with Sam's larger frame as their mouths came together again and again, kisses growing more passionate with each moment that passed. He was almost afraid to move any more, fearful that if he pushed for anything more, he'd break whatever spell had come over Sam and stolen away all of his good senses. Blaine carefully slid his hand up to let his palm come to rest upon Sam's chest, right over his heart. He smiled against the taller boy's lips as Sam's hand instinctively came up to wrap around his own.

"Oh my God, you're a really good kisser," Blaine sighed once they finally broke away, both boys panting for breath. His gaze swept up over Sam's face, drinking in the sight of the blonde's kiss-bitten lips and flushed cheeks, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on his brow.

"You are, too," Sam agreed as he reached up to brush a stray dark curl away from Blaine's face. "Are you this good at… everything else?"

"Everything else," Blaine repeated, a bit amused. "What do you mean?" he asked, feigning innocence.

"I mean… I don't really know wh-what else…" Sam blushed, eyes turning downward. "I've never…"

"I know," Blaine smiled. "I'm just teasing you. We can do whatever you want. We'll take it slow, yeah? You just let me know."

"I really liked the way it felt being pressed against you," Sam admitted. "Can we do that again?"

Blaine grinned and pushed himself up off of Sam just enough for them to return to the comfortable spooning position they'd been in when they fell asleep. Sam draped his arm over Blaine's torso and clasped his hand, threading their fingers together again as he shifted his hips and rutted against Blaine's ass. At that, both boys moaned softly, shifting again to try and increase the friction between them.

After a few moments of Sam rubbing against him, Blaine couldn't help himself; he shoved his hand down the front of his sweats and into his briefs, sighing in relief at the sensation of his own hand on his dick.

"That's so hot," Sam breathed, catching Blaine's ear between his teeth and nibbling gently. "Can I touch you, too?"

Blaine moaned his agreement, guiding Sam's big hand down into his briefs so that their intertwined fingers could wrap around his throbbing erection. They continued on like this for a few more moments, Blaine guiding Sam's movements as they jerked him off in the same quick rhythm in which Sam was thrusting against his ass.

"Sam," Blaine breathed, squeezing his eyes shut tight. "Feels so good." If he was going to be completely honest with himself, he'd fantasized about this on more than one occasion and he could barely believe this was actually happening in real life. It was mostly quiet between them now aside from their quickened breaths and the sound of layers of clothing rustling together as their bodies moved in tandem against one another.

Before he could talk himself out of it, Blaine reached back between them and shoved the waist of his pants and briefs down so that the material was bunched around his thighs. Sam bit back a gasp and hurriedly fumbled with his own pants, hands trembling as he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and pushed the waist of his boxer briefs down, letting his stiff flesh spring free.

Without missing a beat, Sam pushed forward again, thrusting against the cleft of Blaine's bare ass. It felt incredible; he could feel every ridge, every curve, every pulsing vein along Sam's hard length as it slid along Blaine's sensitive skin again and again. Sam was absolutely leaking rivers of pre-come, the slick warmth of it helping to ease the way. A shudder ran through Blaine's body when the blonde shifted his hips just right to push the thick, rounded head against Blaine's puckered hole. Sam moaned as his pace quickened even more, his movements becoming jerky and erratic.

"Babe, I'm gonna come," Sam groaned. "Are you close, too? Are you-" He stopped suddenly with a bitten-back moan, his hand on Blaine's cock going slack for a moment as the space between them was flooded with the first spurt of Sam's release. Blaine gave his own cock one last stroke as his climax ripped through him and he cried out Sam's name again and again, both of them riding out the waves of pleasure together.

Blaine exhaled shakily and glanced down the length of his own body, moaning softly at the all-too-obscene sight of their come-streaked hands laced together, still gently cradling his softening cock. He could feel the sticky wetness of Sam's release dripping down over his balls and onto his thighs, and he wondered absently if he'd get in trouble for staining the couch.

Sam was surprisingly gentle as he carefully tucked himself back into his briefs and then helped Blaine pull his pants back on. Blaine sat up and cringed slightly at the sensation of literally sitting in a pool of his and Sam's come. It was still sexy as hell, but in a kind of gross and sticky way. He cast a quick glance at his best friend – or whatever it was that Sam was now – and smiled when he realized that Sam was quietly watching him.

"So that was… uh…" Blaine trailed off, wondering if this was the part where things got all weird and awkward.

"Incredible," Sam grinned. "Your ass is freakin' incredible."

"Thank you," Blaine couldn't help laughing. "I mean, I know, obviously. But thanks."

"Do you wanna grab a shower together?" Sam asked, already rising to his feet.

"Sam…" Blaine frowned, "I don't mean to be a buzzkill or whatever, but what exactly…"

Sam reached a hand out, gently pulling Blaine up to his feet so they were facing one another. "I meant what I said before," Sam murmured. "I love you. And you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I was just too lame to admit it to myself before."

Blaine looked up at the taller boy, blinking back the emotion suddenly tightening his throat. There were about a million things right there on the tip of his tongue – a lifetime's worth of emotion he couldn't even begin to put into words – but instead he just nodded and smiled, pushing himself up onto his tiptoes to press a soft, chaste kiss against Sam's lips.

"Let's go see about that shower, then…" Blaine grinned, grabbing a hold of Sam's hand and tugging him toward the stairs.