Title: Dreaming of You
Paring: Blaine/Sam
Rating: NC-17 (a bit at the beginning and there will be more to come)
Warnings/Tags: A Blowjob and some sexy touching, but nothing too naughty yet. Some bad language.
Summary: What started as a dream becomes a reality. Misunderstandings, Valentine's Day and Blizzards abound!
Sam was a sight, stretched out above him, skin flushed and lips kiss swollen. His long, hard body was a welcome weight, pressing Blaine into the mattress as they kissed, a sloppy, desperate clash of teeth and tongues that only served to make Blaine desperate for more.
Whining, he rolled his hips up, unable to get much leverage, but it was just enough to push his cock along the center of Sam's abs. He repeated the motion with a groan and Sam smiled, mouthing a trail along Blaine's jaw.
"You want something, Blaine?" he murmured, then paused to suck hard on Blaine's Adams Apple. "Tell me what you want, Baby."
Blaine had no idea how Sam was still able to form complete sentences while he was reduced to a handful of moans and sighed murmurs. It really wasn't fair, but as long as Sam kept flicking his tongue along Blaine's skin he was okay with that.
Unable to voice his desire, Blaine placed a shaky hand on Sam's shoulder and pushed down a bit. Thankfully, Sam was able to read his intent and continued to kiss a trail down Blaine's chest, pausing only to nip playfully at his nipples and then sucks a trail of Hickey's along his hip.
Shifting, Blaine spread his legs to allow Sam room to maneuver, but the blonde seemed intent to tease, licking and massaging the soft skin of Blaine's inner thighs, completely ignoring his cock, which was achingly hard and weeping against his stomach.
"Sam! Oh God, please," he babbled when Sam's tongue fluttered over his balls before he licked a warm, wet stripe up his length.
"Is that what you want?" Sam murmured, kissing Blaine's belly right beside where his straining cock lay. "I hope so, cuz I'm going to suck you until your eyes roll back in your head, but you're not gonna cum until I'm inside you. Think you can handle that?"
"No," Blaine gasped, even as he nodded and tugged on Sam's hair, desperate for him to do something.
Sam smiled up at him through golden lashes and gripped him gently, thumbing the bead of pre-cum that had gathered on the tip. Blaine gasped and trembled, forcing his eyes to stay open as Sam lapped at the little ridge just under the swollen head.
When he closed his lips, his puffy, red lips, around the tip of Blaine's cock, he couldn't help but throw his head back, arching into the warm, perfect suction. As Sam began to bob his head, swallowing Blaine a little deeper each time, he couldn't contain the steady stream of nonsensical babble.
"Sam! You… I…Oh…," he gasped, then moaned deeply when he felt Sam's throat working around him. Everything seemed to fade away as Sam hummed and Blaine cried out, begging, "Please!"
There was a wet pop as Sam pulled away and Blaine nearly sobbed at the loss of his mouth….
BZZZZZZZZZZZ!
Rarely had Blaine felt such loathing for his alarm clock, but when it jolted him awake, he groaned and not in the good way. He was breathing heavily and achingly hard in his flannel pajama pants, the lingering desire and desperate arousal from his dream refusing to dissipate.
With a choked moan, he reached down and grabbed himself, giving a few rough tugs and spilling over his fist, harder than he'd cum in quite some time.
He'd tried and failed not to pull up the image of Dream!Sam, eyes dark with lust and lips stretched around him.
Cursing himself, Blaine staggered toward the shower feeling a little sick. It was one thing to jerk off thinking about some Hollywood actor (though honestly, his sex drive had taken a little hibernation period after his and Kurt's breakup), but another entirely to picture his best friend.
He felt like he'd done something dirty and a little wrong.
Which was why he spent the next week avoiding Sam and unable to look him in the eye when they were forced to be in the same room.
His strategy was working well enough until Sam cornered him backstage, having tracked Blaine down while he was hiding there eating lunch.
"What did I do?" Sam asked immediately, startling Blaine with the fear in his tone. "I'm sorry. Just tell me and I'll fix it. Please…."
Blaine looked at him then and his heart broke a little to see how hurt and afraid Sam looked. It was then that he realized how his sudden distance must've seemed to Sam, who had some abandonment issues. "Oh no, Sam. You didn't do anything. It's me…."
"You didn't do anything either," Sam was quick to assure him. "Why have you been avoiding me?"
Pursing his lips, Blaine decided it would be better for Sam to be mad then to have him think he'd done something to drive Blaine away. "Sam…look, you're not going to want to hear this, but I've been avoiding you because I had a dream about you."
Sam blinked. "The dream? Why would that make you…Oh, okay. A sex dream."
Not wanting to meet Sam's eyes and see disgust there, Blaine stared at the floor and said, "Yeah, I didn't mean to. It just happened." For a moment, Sam was quiet. Then he let out a muffled snort and giggle and Blaine's eyes bounced up to his face. "You're laughing!"
Through his giggles, Sam said, "Dude, I'm just relieved! I thought I must've done something really bad, but you just got all weird over a wet dream?"
Blaine gaped at him. "You're not mad?"
"No," Sam assured him. "Everyone has the occasional naughty dream about people they know. Dreams don't hurt anyone."
Feeling better than he had in week, Blaine smiled. "I just felt like…You're my friend and now there's this image in my head and, wow, it should not be there."
Sam bit his lip for a moment. "If it makes you feel any better, I've had a dream about you before."
That just derailed whatever coherent thoughts Blaine might have been forming. "What?"
Shrugging, Sam said, "Well, you know, we're close and stuff and your cute…so yeah, it happened and it was pretty hot."
"Uh…," Blaine fought to process this information. "And, as a straight guy, that didn't bother you?"
Shoulders bobbing up and down, Sam sighed. "How come Brittany's the only one who gets that it's not about labels?"
"Bisexual?" Blaine questioned, then paused. "You and Brittany have discussions about sexuality?"
That had to of been interesting.
"And Santana. After Brittany went back to her, I think she felt bad about dumping me, so they were quizzing me about my type, wanting to fix me up with someone…and I told them. Britt understood and Santana said that I'm 'Bi with Demi leanings'."
"Demisexual?" Blaine asked, only vaguely familiar with the term. Pulling out his iPhone, he googled it and read the entry in the Urban Dictionary.
Demisexuals are characterized by a lack of sexual attraction toward any person unless they become deeply emotionally or romantically connected with a specific person or persons…neither primarily attracted to either sex…looks for personality over sex by nature….
"I like sex," Sam commented, then shrugged little. "I'd just rather be with someone I care about, you know?"
Blaine nodded and thought about what he knew of Sam's dating history. According to Kurt, Sam had been crushed when Quinn cheated on him with Finn and he'd spent a few weeks making out with Santana and looking miserable. Blaine and Kurt had double dated with Sam and Mercedes and they had seemed really happy together, having been friends for most of a year for dating. Britt and Sam just got each other on some strange level and had also been close friends before dating.
"I can understand that," he agreed, then frowned a little sadly. "It is better with someone you love."
"I loved Brittany. Still do. But I love a lot of people don't wanna sleep with them. I'll always love Quinn, Mercedes, Britt, even Santana in a different way. I love Mike and Puck, their my bros. I love Kurt because he was the first person I ever met who just knew himself so well. I love you," Sam rambled, leaning a hip on a packing crate. "I just want to love someone and have them love me too."
How they got here from his initial mini-freakout over his sex dream, Blaine wasn't entirely sure, but he wasn't going to complain. Discussing love was a lot less humiliating. "I love you too, Sam," he said softly and that simple statement caused the blonde to visibly brighten.
It was nice to want to be around someone who was just as pleased to see you.
Without the sex elephant in the room, they fell back easily into their usual relationship, other than the occasional, reassuring exchange of, "Love you, dude."
Yeah, they didn't say that in front of anyone else, because everyone would make such a big deal about it.
They had glee, student Council, the superhero club, they were gym buddies and geeked out together as often as possible. Blaine helped Sam study (though years of tutoring it taught Sam methods to manage his dyslexia and he had a B average) and Sam let himself be dragged along to one of Blaine's fathers terminally boring parties.
Sure, after the first incident, Blaine had a few more dreams with Sam playing a starring role (some sexual, some just…romantic), but Blaine just try to ignore them. Sam was his best friend and very attractive, so of course he'd occasionally be on Blaine's mind.
It was perfectly normal and didn't mean a thing…except that it kind of did.
That was another thing Blaine tried to ignore and he thought he was quite successful in doing so.
"Hey," Sam's voice alerted Blaine to his presence a moment before his warm palm landed between Blaine's shoulder blades. It had become Sam's standard greeting when he saw Blaine staring into his locker. "Ready to spend a few hours learning choreography again?"
Most of the club was actually doing quite well with their current dance numbers, but Brittany and Jake had gotten to talking and had somehow decided that their mission in life was to drill everyone until they could dance in their sleep. They were never going to be as good as Britt, Mike or Jake, but, without Finn's stumbling, they were doing okay.
As almost everyone had fled as soon as final bell rang (it was Monday, everyone hated Mondays), they were alone in the hall, so, feeling a little giddy, Blaine did a quick 360° spin on his toes. "Bring on the dance tyrants."
Sam snorted. "Don't even joke. Brittany tried to borrow Coach Sylvester's encouragement stick, but even she hesitated to arm Britt with a cattle prod."
Blinking, Blaine said, "Well, that's a terrifying thought."
"Yeah," Sam agreed as Blaine shut his locker and they headed toward the locker room to change into loose, light weight, dance appropriate clothing. "So, Thursday's Valentine's Day."
The female population of the school had begun to get that slightly crazed look in their eyes at the end of last week, something that seemed to be a yearly prelude to this particular holiday. Blaine was just happy that Tina was over her little crush.
He adored the girl…but she was a girl.
"That would explain why Kitty has been more scary than usual," Blaine mused. "I seriously think she might be working herself up to dump crushed glass into Marley's food or something."
"She's scary and not in the good Santana way," Sam replied archly. "And the bad kind of crazy, too."
"That's true." Blaine was fairly sure that the Cheerio had had some hand in encouraging Marley's eating disorder, though he couldn't prove it. "So, what about Valentine's Day?"
Sam took a breath. "Do you want to have dinner with me?"
Blaine stopped and turned to look at Sam. "What?"
"Do you want to be my Valentine?" Sam said, cheeks turning an endearing shade of red. "I thought it might be a romantic first date, but I suck knowing what's right in that sort of situ…."
"Yes," Blaine interrupted, still a little surprised, but in a good way. "I'd love to be your Valentine, Sam."
Again, Sam gave him one of those smiles that said he'd made his day.
Tuesday & Wednesday passed in a happy blur of busy practices and trying not to incur the wrath of any of the girls. On Wednesday afternoon, Sam failed when Kitty attempted to coerce him into having dinner with her breadsticks on Thursday and he turned her down.
They were going to have to keep a wary eye out for her revenge.
But even Kitty's imminent rampage didn't put a damper on Blaine's good mood.
Thursday morning, he arrived at school with a small teddy bear tucked into his bed. He would've felt wrong not getting Sam something, but, as the blonde really didn't do sweets, he had to go another route. He thought Sam would appreciate the bear, clad in a tiny Captain America costume, complete with a heart shaped shield.
There had been an Iron Man bear as well and he considered buying, but he refrained, deciding he was too old to buy stuffed animals for himself. It was cute when someone else did it, but not when you got it simply because it appealed to your not so inner nerd.
Sam was lingering by Blaine's locker when he got there, smiling and bright eyed, far more alert than the rest of the masses. He always got up at an ungodly hour, jogged to McKinley and used the weight room before school began. Up close, Blaine could tell he'd recently showered, skins still scrubbed pink and smelling of pine scented soap and clean boy, a uniquely Sam smell as he rarely used cologne.
"Happy Valentine's Day," he said by way of greeting, letting his fingers quickly brush against Blaine's.
Smiling, Blaine replied, "Happy Valentine's Day, Sam."
"I think we need to send text out to the rest of the glee club," Sam told him very seriously. "The hockey team already caught Jacob ben Israel and dumped in the hall dressed like Cupid, so there on the warpath."
Blaine cringed. "Lovely. That's a mental image I didn't need."
"You don't need to tell me. I saw it," Sam shuddered, then shook his head and fussed with his backpack. "I got you something."
Pleased, Blaine smiled. "I've got something for you."
Sam blushed. "You'll probably think it's silly, but I sorry and…."
He trailed off, blinking as Blaine pulled out the Cap!Bear, then grinned broadly and produced the IronMan!Bear Blaine had seen.
Fingers brushing more than was necessary, they exchange the Bears as Blaine murmured, "Great minds think alike, huh?"
"We know each other pretty well," Sam chuckled, carefully tucking Cap!Bear into the breast pocket of his shirt so the cowl clad head was visible.
None of Blaine's own pockets were loose enough, but he set Iron!Bear into the front pocket of his messenger bag. The little repulsors on its paws were tiny blue hearts and Blaine didn't even try to hide his besotted smile.
Further down the Hall, a grunt of startled pain was heard and they turned to see a diaper clad, confused freshman sitting on the floor, retreating hockey players high-fiving each other as they laughed.
Heaving twin sighs, Blaine and Sam began to send out warnings to their friends.
Glee kids were always favored targets at McKinley.
By some miracle, everyone in the club escaped torture at the hands of the hockey team, though it had been a close call for Ryder, who had nearly been cornered until the arrival of Sugar.
Even the hockey players were afraid of Mr. Motta.
That night, New Directions and The Warblers (still smarting from the sectionals cheating scandal, but most of the boys were honest and hadn't wanted to win by any means other than merit anyway) gathered at Breadstix to serenade customers and (for some of them) have their own dates.
Before the crowds arrived, the two teams stood there, exchanging slightly stilted conversation and Sebastian sidled over to Blaine. "How are you holding up?"
Blaine peered at him curiously. "Fine. Yourself?"
Rolling his eyes, Sebastian quipped, "I just mean it's your first Valentine's Day since breaking up with Kurt."
"Oh." Blaine hadn't been expecting that and it still hurt a bit to think about Kurt, and probably would for a while, but he was here with Sam, who made him happy again. "I'm good."
"Really?" Sebastian seemed pleased. "I don't suppose you'd want to…."
"I have a date, thanks," Blaine interrupted, realizing where this was going and wanting to nip it in the bud.
Sebastian's eyebrows migrated toward his hairline. "Well that's interesting. Where is he?"
Blaine felt Sam's presence at his shoulder before he spoke. "We're gonna start in a minute."
"Sam, I don't think you formally met Sebastian," Blaine said, introducing the two boys and letting himself leaned back slightly, his shoulder pressing against Sam's chest.
Eyeing them speculatively, Sebastian said, "Hmmm. Very interesting."
Then he wandered off to shepherd wayward Warblers who were enjoying the restaurants coed atmosphere.
"Well, damn." Puck had materialized out of nowhere, one brow raised and finger waving between Sam and Blaine. "You two?"
They haven't really discussed telling the others and Blaine felt warm when Sam easily replied, "Yes, Puck. Go on. Say whatever it is you gonna say. Get it out."
The older boy snorted and pulled out a notebook. "Full on gay or bi, Evans?"
"Bi."
Puck appeared to be checking something in his book, then frowned. "Fuck. How does she always do this? Santana won the pot."
Sam stared. "The pot?"
"You made a wager about Sam's sexuality?" Blaine… Honestly, he wasn't all that shocked by anything Puck did.
"Yeah, I ran book on everything at McKinley. See, last year, Santana put money on Sam-Bi-Hobbit. Fuckin' scary ass lesbian voodoo gaydar…."
As he pulled out his phone, clearly texting Santana, Blaine realized the rest of the club had been listening to their conversation.
Well, that was one way to go public.
The girls all seemed to think they were adorable (Kitty, happy with the attention of a half-dozen Warblers, didn't care either way) and the guys were supportive (though Finn seemed confused) and the rest of the night was spent singing and sharing a meal during breaks. They held hands across the table, something new and nicely exciting to add a hint of different to dinner, as they'd shared countless meals before.
Later, sitting in Blaine's car before he dropped Sam off for the night, he said, "I had a really wonderful time, Sam."
"Me too," Sam agreed, smiling softly as he rubbed the back of his neck. He looked painfully cute and Blaine's smile grew. "What?"
Shaking his head, Blaine chuckled. "You. I just like being with you."
"Yeah?" he asked happily, grinning as he turned in his seat to face Blaine. "I really like being with you too."
Blaine was about to make a quick about how that boded well for potential future dates, but the words caught in his throat when Sam leaned across the space between them and caught him in a gentle kiss. Sam's lips were soft, slick with raspberry Chapstick and Blaine sighed, melting into the contact.
When Sam's tongue swept tentatively at Blaine's lips, he parted them, meeting it with his own and allowing Sam to draw him closer. The cramped confines of the front seat weren't ideal, but neither of them cared, too wrapped up in each other.
By the time they tore themselves apart, they were breathing hard and Blaine was willing to bet he looked as wrecked as Sam, care mussed, eyes dark and mouth red and swollen….
Sam's mouth, Oh God, he was so going to have one of those dreams tonight.
"Come pick me up in the morning?" Sam asked quietly, voice eager. "Early, but not early like when I jog to school. We could have some time to ourselves before…."
A before school make out session sounded like a fabulous way to start a Friday.
Friday.
The weekend.
He and Sam usually had sleepovers on Fridays, sometimes (usually) Saturdays too.
"Do you still want to stay over tomorrow?" Blaine murmured, kissing Sam again because he could. "I mean, I want you to, but if it seems odd now, you could see any guest room…."
Sam smiled. "Course I'm going to sleep over. Not saying any…sex is going to happen, but I want to sleep with you."
"That sounds great," Blaine replied. Sam had always been a cuddly sleeper, a fact Blaine found out during their first guy's night (which was what they called sleepovers in an attempt to sound less like tweenage girls), when he woke up with Sam wrapped around him like a big blonde octopus. It was actually nice, but not something Bros did, so he had tried to wiggle free (studiously ignoring the morning wood poking him in the hip) without waking Sam…who immediately woke, of course.
To Blaine's relief, he had laughed and said he was clingy and sorry if he had made Blaine uncomfortable. Apparently, Finn, Puck and Mike had learned to preemptively pile pillows around him if he fell asleep will they were hanging out. Blaine was quick to assure him that it was fine and they had fallen into the habit of pretending that they didn't regularly sleep snuggled together.
It was actually very comforting…a little torturous, but so worth it.
And now he had free reign to enjoy Sam's tactile nature.
Exchanging a few more kisses, Sam eventually said good night and Blaine drove home with a stupid grin on his face.
TBC… (That's not even half of what I've got written and it's not nearly done!)