In Your Room
"Ssh!" Mercedes hissed as she helped Sam walk into his apartment. She was holding onto his elbow for dear life, as she had never seen him this drunk before. She didn't mind attending to Sam when he was drunk, but she was far from sober herself. She ended up leaving her car down at Eclipse; she was in no condition to drive. She quickly closed the door behind her and kicked her spiked heels off by the door with the other shoes in the house, making sure they weren't in the doorway.
"Don't wake up Blaine!" she stage whispered. "He'll kill us both," she reminded him, as she guided Sam into the living room, careful not to slip and fall while walking over the freshly waxed linoleum.
"Too late," Blaine said, glowering at them as he flipped the light on in the living room where he had been obviously sleeping. His brown hair and dress clothes were disheveled, like he had been sleeping in them for a few days, instead of a few hours. He quickly looked over Sam and then looked at Mercedes, who was doing her damnedest to support Sam while they stood in the doorway like sheepish children.
"God, you guys didn't drive in the condition you're in, did you?"
"Of course we didn't, Blaine," Mercedes answered in slightly slurred speech. "The taxi drove us home." Mercedes looked blankly at Sam. "Did we pay him?"
"Yes, Cedes," Sam answered, stumbling over to the burnt sienna colored loveseat. "Remember, he was impressed when you pulled the twenty out of your cleavage."
"Oh, yeah!" she exclaimed, flopping down on the matching couch.
Blaine crossed his arms over his chest. "Well it's a good damn thing you didn't drive," he said, sitting back down on the couch next to Mercedes. "You're drunk and he's absolutely trashed," Blaine remarked, directing his glance over at Sam, who was slumped haphazardly on the loveseat, one foot on the floor and one foot on the couch. "I'm glad you're going to be here in the morning to take care of his hungover ass." He quickly turned back in Sam's direction. "Get your boots off the furniture." Blaine narrowed his eyes at his roommate. "Get my boots off the furniture, and thanks for asking to borrow those," he added with a sarcastic twist.
"Blaine, are you angry with me?" Sam sat up and looked at his roommate. "I didn't bring home any tricks like we agreed. I just brought home Mercedes." He pointed over at her, who was flipping through channels on their digital cable television. He bent down, and started taking off his boots. He let out a relieved sigh of achievement when he finished and could sit upright again.
"Of course I'm not angry with you. I'm just tired, and my ass has to be at work in four hours." Blaine stood up, picked up his cigarettes, and his cell phone. "Goodnight, you two. Sam, don't forget to lock up before you go to bed." Blaine dropped a kiss on Sam's cheek, and then dropped one on Mercedes's forehead. Blaine flipped the light off before he turned to head up the stairs. Sam stood up as best he could, forgetting he hadn't felt his feet for over an hour.
"Where are you going?" Mercedes asked, watching Sam stagger back into the kitchen. She leaned over the couch to get a better look at him, trying to see what he was doing. Besides that, she just liked looking at his ass. Mercedes thought Sam was an attractive man, despite the fact in one brief period of time he slept with other men.
"I'm locking the door before I forget," Sam said, double-checking the lock on the back door. He pulled the Venetian blinds down on all three of the kitchen windows before opening the refrigerator door and grabbing two sodas off the top shelf.
Sam made his way back into the living room and sat on the couch next to Mercedes. He handed her a soda and then laid his head in her lap. They'd always had a special relationship; they had the kind of friendship where they could tell each other everything and anything. He tried to take a sip of his drink and proceeded to pour most of it in Mercedes's lap. He jumped up and began sweeping liquid off her skirt and she just sat there laughing. That's how he knew she was drunk; she was wet and didn't seem to care that he had just spilled half a can of Diet Coke all over her semi-new denim skirt. "Oh, shit! Cedes, I'm so sorry!" He ran into the kitchen and pulled off a few paper towels to dab at her skirt and then to wipe the excess off the hardwood floor before it stained.
"Sam, it's okay," Mercedes said, taking the paper towel from him and wiping off her legs and feet where sticky soda was dripping around her ankles. "It'll wash off. I'm just glad there isn't anything on the couch. Blaine would flip the fuck out." Sam nodded his head in agreement, knowing how much Blaine's furniture was important to him. He sat back on the couch and Mercedes sat next to him, both of them sitting upright as to not have any more soda tragedies. Sam quickly finished what was left of his and flung the empty can back into the trashcan next to the corner lamp. Mercedes finished hers, and sat the can down on the floor. This time she leaned her head in Sam's lap and decided to find something to watch on television, picking up the remote to surf the onscreen program guide.
"Shit, I'm hungry," Mercedes announced, handing the remote to Sam. "Find something to watch while I find food." She got off the couch and walked over to the pantry. She pulled open the door and went straight for the nacho tortilla chips they always had on hand. She ripped the bag open and sat back down on the couch, placing the bag between them. She and Sam sat in companionable silence for a while; the only sound in the room was an old episode of Cops and the obtrusive sound of crunching chips.
"You know," Sam started, his mouth full of chips, "I never did tell you how good you looked tonight. You look much too good to be hanging out at the gay bar with me."
"Well thank you, Sam," Mercedes said through a laugh. "You know a diva's number one rule: always look your best no matter where you are." She laughed at her own joke and then smiled. "Besides, I never get tired of hearing how beautiful I am." She winked at Sam. "It's the same feeling you get when a cute chick tells you how good-looking you are. You eat that shit up."
"I still like women," Sam said. "So shut the hell up," Sam stuck his tongue out and Mercedes and smirked. "You really are cute though, Cedes."
"So are you, Sam. We're just too cute for our own damn good."
"And we're good kissers, too," Sam said with a wicked gleam in his eyes, alluding to a moment he and Mercedes had a few months prior after they had both been drinking. He kept teasing her and she told him to essentially put his money where his mouth was. It's still a point of contention who kissed whom, but they had shared a kiss; a damn good one at that.
"I still maintain to this day that you started it," Mercedes said, shoving more chips in her face, waiting for Sam's reaction.
"Oh, no, bitch," he said, laughing. "You started that shit. You kissed me. Who had who backed against the wall?"
"I may have kissed you, but you brought it on yourself when you kept kissing around my earlobes and shit." Mercedes poked him in the chest with a perfectly manicured finger. "You know better than that shit." She laughed and then got quiet and looked at Sam. "You get off on the fact that I'm attracted to you, don't you?"
Sam pointedly looked in her eyes. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't like it, but I know that you like it, too. It's only a matter of time before we're fucking, Mercedes."
Mercedes's head snapped up and looked at Sam. "Since when?" Mercedes asked, her voice louder than what she intended. "Okay, so we're attracted to each other. Big deal. You've never once let me know that you're interested in more than friendship. Making out like horny teenagers doesn't make a relationship. Besides, your last relationship was with a man. Blaine, if I remember correctly." Mercedes threw that last dig in there, knowing how much Sam regretted hooking up with his roommate, even if it was just for a fuck.
She smiled and continued on. "So you should make up your mind, Sam - men or women. I don't want to get caught up in -" Mercedes stopped short, realizing she was on the verge of a confession. She stood up and stretched her arms above her head. Mercedes grabbed the bag of chips off the couch and put them back in the pantry. "Nevermind," she said, shaking her head and scratching the back of her neck, subconsciously getting the hairs on the back of her neck to stop standing on end.
"I thought we weren't ever going to talk about that again," Sam said, his face scrunched up into a grimace. Sam walked into the kitchen and leaned against the doorway. "Blaine and I never had a relationship. It was a moment of weakness. As a matter of fact, I think I had a fight with you that night and I was worried that I fucked up a really good friendship."
"A really good friendship?" Mercedes repeated. "Is that all I am to you?" She fixed her lips in a tight line, but the gleam in her eyes was more playful than she wanted to let on. "I was more than that last week." She grinned at the memory of her and Sam on the couch in this very living room. She could remember it like it was yesterday, not last Thursday – his shirt haphazardly thrown across the couch with her hand in his unzipped pants, and her sundress bunched around her waist. It was only divine intervention interrupting them before Blaine walked into the apartment. Sam was very careful about not flaunting their closeness in Blaine's face.
"You know you're more than that. I would sleep with you," he said with a throaty edge to his voice, walking up to her and standing right behind her. He titled Mercedes's neck and found that spot on her neck and bit down ever so gently. He quickly switched to sucking on her earlobe and running his tongue down her jaw and back into the crook of her neck where it met her shoulder.
Mercedes turned around and put some distance between her and Sam. "You can't do that, damn it," Mercedes said sternly, although she was fighting back a laugh. She knew exactly what Sam was trying to do. "Every time we fight you try to kiss your way out of it, and I'm through falling for it," she scolded him as she stepped away from him and out of his reach. "You're such a little shit. Go jack off and go to bed," Mercedes said, laughing as she went to get a blanket out of the hall closet. She went back into the living room and lay across the couch, preparing to turn out the light when Sam grabbed her by the hand.
"You don't need this blanket. Come upstairs with me." Sam smiled as he perched on the arm of the couch. "You know you want to."
"That's not a good idea, Sam," Mercedes countered, cutting out the light and shrouding them both in darkness, the only light streaming from the streetlamps and the television. "And you know it. You're just drunk and horny."
Sam took Mercedes's still folded blanket and tossed it into the chair in the corner. He stretched himself out across her body. They were lying chest to chest, and she could barely breathe. Not from the weight of Sam on her chest, but from the pressure of her friend's erection pressing into her stomach and the consequence of what that meant. Sam dipped his head down and found Mercedes's mouth in the darkness, taking over her lips completely and manipulating them his way. Mercedes responded in like, wrapping her arms around Sam's shoulders and kissing him back, opening her mouth slightly so she could tease Sam's tongue with her own.
They continued kissing, their tempo rising with each passing minute until Mercedes broke it off and turned her head. "Damn, I forgot just how much I like making out with you," she observed, resting her head back against the pillow still left on the couch. She stared up at those delicious pink lips, running her fingertips along Sam's bottom lip. She often times wondered what else those lips were capable of on other parts of her body.
"No one said you have to stop," Sam whispered, going in for another kiss. He put his hands on both sides of her face and held her head while he quickly forced his tongue past her lips and into her mouth. She emitted a soft, breathless moan and reached up to grab hold of Sam's hair. She and Sam manipulated each other's lips and tongue, not realizing how intense their kiss was becoming until she felt Sam's hand under her skirt and running along her inner thigh.
Mercedes's eyes flew open and she jerked her lips away from his. "What in the hell are we doing?" she asked, not sure where she lost control of the situation. "Making out like teenagers is one thing, but we're trespassing onto territory entirely different than harmless kissing." She moved under Sam, signaling to him that she wanted to sit up. He moved as directed and she leaned on her side of the couch, putting a little safe distance between her and Sam. She brushed her hair out of her eyes and pulled her skirt down to where it belonged. "All I'm saying is that the last guy that kissed me like you just did got the panties every day for a week."
"You say that like it's a bad thing, Cedes," Sam said, stretching and running his hands through his hair. He looked over at Mercedes and she was wearing a slight smirk. "What are you smiling about?" Sam couldn't resist the urge to smile himself. "Why are you looking at me that way?"
Mercedes crossed her arms over her chest and tilted her head. "I make you nervous," Mercedes said in amazement.
Sam cleared his throat, trying to hide his nervousness. He hated when she was right. "Is that so?" Sam asked, turning his head to look her straight in the eyes. He propped his head up with his arm resting on the arm of the couch. "And how do you know?"
"You only run your hands through you hair when you're nervous or you've just woken up," she answered, staring back into his eyes. "And we've been awake for quite some time." Mercedes tucked a stray strand of hair back behind her ear while waiting for Sam to answer.
"I make you nervous, too, Cedes." Sam slowly reached out to her and retucked the unruly lock of hair back behind her ear, dragging a finger down her neck and stopping short of her cleavage. He could see the fleeting flash of desire in her eyes. "I'm not the only one that fidgets with hair when they're nervous."
Mercedes sucked in her bottom lip. "Touché." She let out a frustrated sigh and rubbed her hands over her eyes. She sighed again and smacked her hands on her legs. "I'm too tired to think about this anymore," she muttered as she stood up and made her way towards the stairs, more for her benefit than for Sam's. "I'm going to sleep after I get back from the bathroom, and you're sitting on my bed," she announced, hoping Sam would get the hint and be safely locked away in his bedroom so she could ignore the fact that she wanted to fuck him very badly. "Goodnight, love. See you in the morning." She walked up the stairs and locked herself in the bathroom for a few moments.
After washing her face with Blaine's facial scrub so she didn't feel completely bar gross, Mercedes emerged from the bathroom. She let out a startled cry as she felt an arm grab her and pull her into the next room. "I disagree," Sam whispered, backing Mercedes against his bedroom door. "Sleep with me."
Sam grabbed Mercedes by the head and went straight for the kiss he'd wanted from her all night. He used his lips to force her mouth open and darted his tongue back and forth in her mouth, giving her the only option to lustily tangle her tongue with his. It felt so good and he didn't know why this was happening, but he didn't care. He was getting what he'd wanted for so long, something he almost convinced himself that he didn't want. But wanting Mercedes wasn't enough; he needed her, he needed this night. Holding the side of Mercedes's face, he kissed her harder, invading her mouth, taking everything Mercedes would give him, and more.
"Don't ask me to stop," Sam pleaded with her, breaking their kiss long enough to catch his hurried breath. "Because I don't think I can."
Mercedes wasn't sure what just happened, all she knew was that there was a hell of a lot of pleasure and she wanted more of it. She closed her eyes and let out a soft sigh. "I don't want you to," she admitted, putting her hands on both sides of Sam's head. To hell with her resolve, and to hell with her always trying to do the right thing. She was no longer content with just kissing Sam for sport; she was kissing Sam because she wanted him. She didn't blink when he kissed her again, nudging her thighs apart with one of his own. She took that as a sign to get closer, and used a knee to stroke Sam's erection, which she had been painfully aware of since before the couch kiss that started her surge of hormones.
Sam wants to fuck me, Mercedes thought, trying to make sense of it all, but her brain had been hijacked by Sam's lips, tongue, and body. She could feel Sam pressing against her, and it felt so damn good that Mercedes had to thrust up to meet him. She closed her eyes and gave in to the sensation, opening her mouth and responding to Sam's kiss, her hands restlessly gripping any part of his body that she could get a handful.
Sam expected to be met with resistance from Mercedes's end, waiting to have his feelings challenged again and her wanting to overanalyze everything. Instead Mercedes was letting him have his way with her, letting him taste her, feeling her mouth from the inside, even letting him rub up against her in an effort to bring himself some relief. In spite of the darkness, he could see the lust in Mercedes's eyes and feel the lust in Mercedes's kiss. He left gentle bites on her neck as he trailed his hand up her leg and towards the juncture where her thighs met. She gasped loudly when he worked his way past her panties and to her clit, where it rolled between his fingers like a marble in hot oil.
"You win," Mercedes relented, working his shirt over his head as they shuffled towards his king-sized bed. She fell back onto the bed, pulling Sam down with her. They continued to kiss, increasing in intensity and in passion. Sam eased his hands inside of Mercedes's shirt, kissing her while undoing the hooks of her bra. When he felt the lacy material give way, he yanked her shirt and bra off in one fluid motion, working to get her undressed as quickly as possible before she changed her mind. He kissed down her body, stopping at her breasts.
Sam took the time kiss every inch of her chest before taking the left nipple between his lips. He began playing with the right one, manipulating the nipple between his calloused fingers. Mercedes closed her eyes, taking in the feel of Sam's lips sucking her breasts. Sam felt a shudder going through her and could tell she was really enjoying it. "You like that?" he whispered, pulling a nipple through his teeth. In response, Mercedes arched her back giving Sam more access to her body. He slowly increased the pressure surrounding Mercedes's nipple as he brought a hand up to caress the woman's other breast, savoring the exceptionally soft skin against his fingertips as his thumb toyed with the neglected nipple. Gasping, she leaned down just enough to look past her softly throbbing breasts to see Sam lying between her legs. "My God, Sam, you're going to drive me insane," Mercedes moaned her body tensing.
"You haven't seen anything yet," he smiled devilishly, sliding up her body to attack her mouth again. He dove in for another predatory kiss, rough and fierce, leaving her breathless and overwhelmed. Their kiss morphed from passion to desperation and Mercedes wrapped her limbs around Sam.
"Is that a challenge?" she said softly, her tongue lapping the edge of Sam's earlobe. He trembled, and she continued to pull at his ear, then releasing him when she felt him grind his hips into hers, his cock prodding into her stomach. She rolled him over onto his back, and then dragged her tongue down a fiery trail to his belt buckle. She stared into his eyes as she undid his belt, finally opening his jeans to free the full erection in his pants. She worked his jeans off and flung them to the floor, admiring Sam's body. He was naked as the day he was born, and the sight couldn't have been more of a turn on. She always knew he would be beautiful naked. Maneuvering herself onto his belly, Mercedes lowered her head over Sam's cock and felt his hands sliding up her jawline and into her hair.
"No teeth," Sam warned, his body slightly trembling with the anticipation of Mercedes's lips on his penis. She looked up at him and smiled. "I'm a professional." She nodded and licked at the head, sliding her lips back and forth over his rigid shaft, her tongue sliding up and down the underside of his penis.
Sam watched intently as Mercedes pleasured his cock. He almost couldn't believe the effect she had on him. He wasn't sure what the biggest problem was: if he should be concerned his best friend was sucking his dick, or if Mercedes was giving him the best head he'd ever had.
But Mercedes was different. She had Sam incoherent, and that was where she had wanted him to be. She got caught up in the feeling of the flesh and the musky smell, and before he knew it, she was exploring every surface of Sam's cock with her tongue. Sam's fingers tightened and pulled, wordlessly telling her not to tease him, and she didn't hesitate to slide her juicy lips over the head and down the shaft.
Sam was swearing, nothing that made any sense, just random formations of words attempting to echo what was happening in his body. His moans finally penetrated Mercedes's concentration and she slid her lips off, resisting the urge to lick the head again. "Ssh," she admonished through a laugh. "Blaine will hear you!"
"Baby, I don't even care. Just keep doing what you're doing," Sam sighed, staring down at her, his bright green eyes blurry and dazed.
Mercedes bent her head back down and continued to pleasure Sam with her mouth. She steadied herself with her left hand and used her right hand to jack him off in her mouth as she used suction on the head of his penis. Sam swallowed, his eyes trained on Mercedes's mouth.
"Mercedes," he whispered, his voice was a mere husky breath. "I'm going to come if you don't stop that," he panted, trying to lift her head off his cock. Mercedes looked up at him, then ignoring his warning, lowered her head again and swallowed her friend as far as she could go without gagging. Sam had stopped swearing, replaced by panting moans and a renewal of those fingers that attempted to find purchase in Mercedes's long black hair, finally lingering at the base of her skull.
He quickly pulled Mercedes off of him and flipped her over onto her back on the left side of the bed. He reached over her and flung the drawer open to snatch one of his condoms. In one rapid motion, Sam yanked off her skirt and panties while wrenching her legs apart. He deftly rolled on the condom and slid his hands under Mercedes's ass. He didn't think he'd ever been this hard; he quickly guided the head of his thick shaft through the wetness of her hot, clenching pussy. He never would have imagined that sliding inside of Mercedes would be this easy. He continued to grip her ass as he glided perfectly inside her. She ground her hips against him as he moved in and out, thrusting deeper inside her.
"Oh, God," Mercedes panted, already coming undone in Sam's arms. "Fuck me," she exclaimed, locking her ankles around Sam's back as he continued pumping away inside her. He wrapped his fingers on the round curves of her hips and held her still while he stopped for a moment, catching his breath.
"Please don't stop," Mercedes begged, forcing her hips against him, trying to get him to resume fucking her. Sam took the hint and started plunging back inside her with a deep and throaty groan, causing spasms to begin in her tight cavern. Mercedes's orgasm began in the center of her body, keeping up with Sam's rhythm as he drove his penis inside of her.
Sam reached up and captured Mercedes's mouth with his, his tongue darting in and out of her mouth mirroring his thrusts in and out of her body. His body moved against hers, rough and hot, his breath still thick against her mouth. His cock pushed further and further through her flesh and he sunk deeper into her as her hips rose once, then again and again to him. The bed hammered back and forth against the wall; the steady cadence keeping them in sync. Mercedes ripped her mouth away from his to gain some more air; she could hear herself cry out as he fucked her hard, not relenting even when she grasped his ass and pulled him in further. A sudden rush of seizures and tremors ripped through her at the same time Sam covered her mouth with his hand.
"I knew you were a moaner," Sam said, meeting each thrust of her hips and each convulsion of her pussy tightening around him. The feel of his cock moving in and out of her drove her to the very edges of her sanity and back again. "Come again for me baby," Sam demanded, holding her hips still while he pounded ferociously into her. She started shudder underneath him again; Sam had been trying to hold back for her sake, wanting to last as long as possible, but Mercedes's last orgasm was the strongest one he'd ever felt. He couldn't help the guttural sound that fell from his lips and with one last hard thrust he buried himself deep within her, moaning as he felt the rush of warm liquid from his body into hers. She could feel his dick spasm within her, her walls clutching at him with her orgasm, milking him of his cum.