Whoo! First time writing for this pairing! I've recently fallen in love with Sam/Finn slash (Evanson?) and by recently I mean today. Also, I noticed a lack of T rated fics and just fics in general about them. So I wrote this. Yes it is named after the MadTV skit, but no it is not a transcript of it like a certain other fic floating around the Sam/Finn fanfic verse. I think the fact that I own nothing is a given. Please enjoy!

Everything seemed to go in slow motion as the final seconds ticked past. It's such a cliché, but while Finn watched the ball as it sailed lazily through the air, and was caught neatly by Sam, who cradled it to his chest, Finn felt that the seconds lengthened as the blonde approached the end zone, his movement liquid and slow as if he was underwater. It was (literally) out of Finn's hands, and all he could do was hope as hard as he could that Sam would be able to doge all the opposing players and score the touchdown they needed to win the championship title.

With thoughts of hurry up, c'mon, and close one, dashing about in Finn's mind, the edges of his vision dimming and blackening until all his focus was on Sam, Finn's heavy breathing was as quick as his thoughts. You can do it Evan's. Almost…there… and as the final few seconds slipped by Finn's hearing was drowned out by his thoughts. Pleasepleaseplease, worked so hard, barely, oh! Finn almost vocalized his thought as Sam looked about to trip. But then, he stumbled past the line, just as the buzzer sounded, an ode to their victory.

"YEAH!" Finn shouted. He shucked his helmet off and threw it to the ground, the rest of the team doing the same. Cheers rang out from the bleachers, the supporters of the McKinley team rising to their feet to scream and applaud the footballers. Finn, like the rest of the team, ran to swarm Sam, in a mass of sweaty muscular bodies. Finn being closest to Sam ended up in the middle with the blond, getting jostled around by the buff athletes.

Finn clapped Sam on the back, screaming as loud as any of the boys, if not louder. His grin was plastered on, wide and happy, as his teammates around him jumped and shouted, even as he and Sam were knocked together repeatedly, arm to arm, shoulder to shoulder, head to head, and suddenly lip to lip.

It only lasted a moment before they were knocked apart again. But Finn couldn't forget how it had been for that second they weren't apart, when Sam's lips had been on his lips. His eyes had been open the whole time. And it was and accident… so that made it not gay. Right?

Finn looked around, and noticed that no one had noticed thank God. But that didn't keep him from blushing and covering his gaping mouth. He stood in place for a moment, frozen, until he felt a hard mass connect with his shoulder.

"Hey, Finn, you alright?" Puck had slugged Finn to get his attention. He knew Puck was concerned, because he rarely ever called him anything besides dude or bro, except the time he had called him Squirtles McJizzMyself. That hadn't ended well.

"Wha- oh!" Finn stammered, removing his hand from his mouth. "Y-yes! It's just, we won and stuff. It's kinda wow. Hard to take in." Puck raised his eyebrows in a look that said, you're obviously shitting me dude. But he shrugged.

"I guess. We should head back to the locker room." Finn nodded, and walked after the other players, waving to the crowd.

Sam groaned as the hot water hit his aching muscles. He had worked his ass of to win the game, and ended up scoring the winning touchdown; his whole body was screaming from it. He sighed as he scrubbed away the sweat and football field grime from his body, shampooing his hair and washing his face. As he washed the dirt from his face, his hand brushed by his lips, and he flashbacked to the field post game.

He was standing next to Finn and some jackass kept bumping into him so that he kept falling into Finn. Over and over again, they were knocked together, their heads bumping from so many angles. Being pushed toward each other at just the right angle, their lips touched.

It was for just a second, and he had almost forgotten about it, but the replay of it in his mind sent fire coursing through his veins, burning through his core and spreading to his lower abdomen, leaving an aching desire lingering there. Finally Sam couldn't take it any more, and breathed deeply, his whole body stiffening at the icy water pouring over him as he switched the tap to cold.

"You checkin' me out Hudson?" Sam stood in by a fully dressed Finn, being himself in only two towels, one wrapped dangerously low and loose on his hips, the other being rubbed in his hair to dry it off. Sam had noticed Finn looking at him, right in the thought that it had something to do with what had happened earlier. Finn frowned, actually managing not to blush.

"No, you wish." Best. Comeback. Ever. Finn mentally slapped himself.

"I dunno, you didn't seem able to keep your lips off of me back there. I didn't know my football playing was that sexy." Sam rummaged for his clothes, hiding his huge grin behind his locker door as Finn began to splutter.

"Wha! Buh, no! I was pushed! I didn't! I'm not! Aaugh!" Finn sat on the bench and put his face in his hands. Sam laughed.

"Hahahaha, I'm just kidding man, you're overreacting. I'll forget about it if you want.

"Thank you." Finn said gratefully. "Anyways, it was an accident."

"Of course." Sam agreed as he pulled his clothes on.

"It was nothing," Finn continued, "It was just a thing." Sam laughed in a way that sort of made Finn not really so upset anymore. The blonde nodded once with a smile and made a noise of agreement before speaking.

"A football thing."

I do not know much at all about football, especially high school football, so please try to ignore any mistakes unless they are blaring and take away from the story. Hope you liked it, I am planning on continuing, and reviews would be like so awesome. Thanks for reading!