Sam slides his hand down Tina's thigh while her mouth moves down to his neck. "Tina!" he gasps. "There's only one thing we need to make this perfect."
"Blaine," she murmurs into his skin.
"I'll call him."
"Lemme get your phone out for you." Tina slides her hands down Sam's back and into both back pockets of his jeans. She's squeezing his ass hard, which is kind of awesome, but it's not helping them summon Blaine since his phone isn't in his back pocket, it's in the front. And he doesn't want her reaching into the front of his pants until Blaine joins them, so he takes it out himself and dials.
"Where are you two?" Blaine answers testily.
"Astronomy room. Get down here right away, we need you bad."
Blaine's worried about his friends now, so he runs to the astronomy room. He throws open the door and his jaw drops when he sees their lips locked and their hands pawing at each other. "What the hell!? What are you doing!? And what do you need me for?"
"To get it on this, obviously," Sam says.
"Are you insane?"
"Right this moment? A little bit, yeah," Sam says. "It's a lock-in. We're supposed to do something crazy."
"Crazy hot," Tina adds. She lets her fingers inch under the waistband of Sam's jeans as she locks eyes with Blaine. "And don't even try to tell us you're not still crazy in lust with Sam."
"That's..." Of course he's still crazy in lust with Sam. "That doesn't make Sam suddenly gay."
"Maybe not," Sam says. He stands and walks to where Blaine is standing by the door still, takes his hand and leads him back to the table he and Tina have been making out on. "But I want you really bad right now."
Blaine tries to process what's going on. "And, uh...and Tina?"
"I want her really bad too. I want all three of us. Together."
"Me too," Tina adds. "But I get that you're not into girls, so, you know, no pressure in that respect."
Blaine can honestly only think of one reason not to just go with this, and he'd like to ignore that reason, but it's kind of a big one. "Kurt..." he says.
"Shit," Tina says. "Kurt."
Sam grins. "Let me handle Kurt." He calls a number Blaine is surprised he even has in his phone.
"Sam, what are you—"
"Shh. You forget I used to live with the guy. Don't let him hear you," he says right before Kurt and answers and gets put on speaker phone.
"Hey, Sam. What's up. Is Blaine all right?"
Holding his finger to his lips as a reminder to Blaine, Sam says, "Yeah, he's fine. I've got a hypothetical about him actually."
"You're calling me at one in the morning with a hypothetical about my boyfriend?"
"Come on, man, you love these. And I know you weren't sleeping cause you just got off work at that crazy singing diner."
"Fine, I wasn't sleeping. I didn't realize you had my work schedule memorized."
"In case I thought of a hypothetical for you in the middle of the night."
Kurt sighs. "Lay it on me."
"Okay, so suppose Blaine has, like, a once-in-a-lifetime chance to have a super hot threesome with a hot dude and a hot chick, and he'd totally want to include you and make it a foursome but you're in NYC and he's in Lima. And it's totally just a one-time thing with some friends. Do you let him make an amazing end-of-senior-year memory, or do you make him just sit there and watch his hot friends have totally hot, but boring-for-him-cause-he's-gay straight sex?"
"Uh...how hot are we talking about? The other two, I mean. I already know how hot Blaine is."
"The dude is scorching hot. The chick is..." Sam looks at Tina, trying to think of how to describe her. The look she's giving him back tells him he'd better make it good. "The chick is super scorching hot. Really, really, amazing tits. Honestly, if Blaine were at all into tits, you might have reason to worry." Tina smiles and Blaine just stares at Sam with his mouth gaping.
"And why don't I have to worry about the scorching hot dude?"
"He's straight. Like ninety-five...well, ninety percent straight."
"Uh-huh. Well, in that other ten percent, is there room for him to be up for an all-gay threesome with Blaine and yours truly if the three of us should ever be in the same place at the same time?"
"Uh..." Sam glances at Blaine, whose face has gone ghost-white. "Yeah. Yeah, why not?"
"Hmm..." Kurt says. "But until and unless that all-gay threesome were to happen, I wouldn't have to hear of the existence of the only part-way gay threesome with the dude and the chick, right? Because the only way I could be okay with it would be if I could pretend I didn't know it happened."
"Yeah, of course. Totally. What happens at the lock-in stays at the lock-in."
"Right." Damn it, Kurt wishes Sam hadn't said lock-in, since he knows that's actually happening. But hey, he wants Blaine to be happy, and of course there is the promise of the Klaine-Samwich, which he's been fantasizing about for years. He hears Blaine hiccup in the background and realizes he's been listening to this whole conversation. "Hypothetically, I'd tell Blaine to be safe but go for it. And never mention it to me." And then, just so Blaine will know he means it, he adds, "You hear me, sweetie?"
Blaine gulps and says, "You're unbelievable, Kurt."
"I know it," Kurt says. "Anyway, Sam, this has been a really entertaining conversation, but I have stuff to do..." Like jerk off furiously while thinking of Blaine and Sam together (Tina might not figure too prominently in his fantasy).
"Yeah, me too," Sam says, winking at Blaine. "Can't wait to see you and Blaine this summer." He hangs up and smiles broadly. "Did I say leave it to me, or did I say leave it to me?"
Blaine lunges forward and pulls him into an embrace, then pulls Tina in too. "This is...guys, this is fucking awesome!"
"Not that I'm complaining or anything, but I can't help but notice that you guys get two hot three-ways out of this deal and I only get one," Tina says.
"Were you serious about you, me, and Kurt?" Blaine asks Sam.
"Yeah, of course." Sam's wanted Blaine for a while now, and if he can mess around with him without breaking him and Kurt up, which he knows Blaine doesn't want, then he doesn't mind sharing. And Kurt's not without his charms.
"Well, Tina, if you can talk Kurt into it, then you totally have my permission for a two-way with him, any time you want."
"Thanks, Blainey," she says, sliding her hand down his back and squeezing his ass.
"Tina!"
"What? We're doing this, aren't we?"
"Yeah." He looks at her face, and she's pretty, and her lips are nice and they look soft, and he closes his eyes and leans in to kiss her. It's not bad. It feels different from kissing a guy, though not that different. Her lip gloss is the only objective difference. Her spit tastes different than Kurt's, but then Sam's probably does too, and it's not like her spit tastes girly exactly. Overall he decides kissing Tina is more pleasant than weird. And if she wants to touch his ass, then why not? Blaine removes his belt and drops it dramatically on the floor. He unbuttons and unzips his pants, takes Tina's hand, and places it on his waist. "Yeah, we're doing this."
He closes his eyes and kisses her forehead and her temple as he feels her work her hand under his waistband, under his briefs and he gasps softly into her ear when he feels her small, cool fingers caress one cheek. And then he gasps louder and bites her hair when he feels another, larger hand cupping and squeezing the other cheek.
Sam lays his hand over Tina's, and they grope Blaine's ass together. "How did you describe Blaine's butt, Tina? Perky and delicious?"
"Uh-huh. And baked to perfection by some master chef."
"I couldn't agree more. At least...we won't really know if it's delicious until we taste it. Will we, Tina?"
"No, we won't, Sam."
Sam turns him around and kisses the back of his neck. But when he starts pushing his pants and underwear down he panics just a little because...because he's not sure if Sam is actually suggesting rimming him, which...which sounds really awesome, but it's not like he was expecting this and it's been like eighteen hours since he's washed, and he says, "Wait! Wouldn't this be more fun in the locker room? Like in the showers?"
Sam wraps an arm around Blaine's waist and the other around Tina's. "You're a genius, Blaine. And you can admit it, you've been thinking about how Tina would look soaping up her boobs too."
"Totally," Blaine says, thinking lots of soap everywhere sounds like a really good idea. He rezips and -buttons his pants but doesn't bother with the belt.
The three of them run down the hall together toward the boys' locker room until Sam inexplicably makes a wrong turn. Blaine and Tina stop and watch him running down the wrong hall, and Blaine yells, "Where are you going?"
"I'll catch up with you guys in a minute. Brittany left some stuff in her locker..."
Blaine and Tina exchange a brief look and then run to catch up with him, because obviously they need to see what kind of stuff Brittany left in her locker.
Sam closes the locker as soon as he realizes they're behind him because, yeah, they're totally about to have a threesome together in the school, but that doesn't mean he wants them to see all the kinky shit Brittany and he used together.
"What's in the locker?" Tina asks.
"Nothing. I mean, I thought she had some lube in there but, uh...now I remember that she didn't. So, let's go."
"Open the locker, Sam."
"Open the locker, Sam."
"I swear there's nothing in there."
"Then why won't you open it?" Blaine asks.
Sam sighs. "Okay, fine. But just remember that if there's anything in there, that it's Brittany's locker and not mine."
"Duly noted," Blaine says.
Sam opens the locker and steps back, because he knows they're going to want to look.
"Flavored lube," Blaine says. He shows Tina two of the bottles and says, "What do you think? Should we try the bubblegum or the strawberry?"
"Dude, the bubblegum is gross," Sam says. "I wonder if she has any of the bacon-flavored left." He nudges Blaine out of the way and starts rummaging around.
"Ugh, we're not using bacon," Tina says. "I'm a vegetarian."
"No, you're not," Blaine says.
"I am now that I know that bacon-flavored lube exists."
"Fine," Sam says, "you can use the strawberry. But we're taking the bacon too, I found it."
Blaine pushes Sam back out of the way and he and Tina resume poking around in Brittany's locker. "Handcuffs, blindfolds...pretty standard-issue stuff," Blaine says. "Frankly I'm a little disappointed."
"Yep, that's all that's in here. We can go now."
"Oh, but now this is interesting," Tina says.
"It's all Brittany's!" Sam reminds them. He's not sure what exactly Tina's found that she thinks is interesting, but...
"Really," Tina says, pulling out a ginormous dildo secured to a harness. "So I guess Brittany used this on herself?"
"She, uh...must have used it on Santana. Obviously."
"Santana hasn't gone to this school all year."
"Okay, fine, yes. I like to take a plastic purple cock up my ass."
Blaine's heart rate speeds up a little. He hadn't really thought it was something Sam would even consider for tonight's adventure, but he finds himself asking, "Have you ever taken a flesh-and-blood one?"
"Um...not yet. But maybe you'd be willing to help me with that?"
"Oh, Jesus Christ. Why are we standing around in the hallway?" He grabs the strap-on from Tina to throw it back in the locker, but she grabs it back from him.
"No way!" she says. "If you get a turn fucking him, then I get a turn fucking him. I want him wearing that Cheerios uniform when I do him."
"Only if you put yours back on too," Sam says. "And Blaine, you put your Nightbird costume on."
"You made fun of my Nightbird costume!"
"Just because I didn't want you to know what a turn-on it is for me."
"Really? For you too, Tina?"
"Uh...no. But Sam in the Cheerios skirt does plenty for me, so I'm good."
Sam grabs a box of condoms and is about to slam the door shut when Tina spots something else. "Oh my God, Sam, are those diapers?"
"Oh, yeah," Sam says, relieved. He thought for a second she'd seen the...wait, why are they looking at him like that? "What? Brittany sometimes put them on Lord Tubbington."
"Uh-huh," Tina says skeptically.
"Wait, you think she put them on me?" Oh God, that's exactly what Tina thinks. And Blaine too! "No, look!" He takes out the bag and shows them that they're clearly newborn size.
"I guess we'll let you slide on those," Tina says reluctantly. "But what about the pacifiers?"
"Oh, well, yeah, those were for Britt. She just liked to suck on stuff while she was...come on, guys, we're wasting time! To the showers!" Thank God they follow him before they see any of his and Brittany's kinky stuff.
They get to the locker room, finally, and it's actually awkward for a few minutes. They're standing there, fully dressed, looking at each other, and Blaine says, "So...I guess we each just undress ourselves?"
"No, that's lame," Sam says. "How about me and Tina help you first?"
But Tina has an even better idea and says, "No, how about about Blaine and I help you first?"
Sam and Blaine both nod at the same time. Tina pulls off Sam's t-shirt while Blaine crouches in front of him and starts working on his pants. Tina's part of the job of undressing Sam being over really quickly, she goes ahead and takes off her own top too. She takes the rubber band out of Sam's hair and runs her fingers through it while he reaches around to unhook her bra.
Blaine, meanwhile, has Sam's jeans pushed down to his ankles, and the only thing between his face and Sam's dick is the thin, heather-gray cotton of a pair of snug boxer briefs. Without removing them yet, he reaches around and kneads Sam's cheeks. Then, holding his ass tightly, he mouths at his already half-hard cock through the fabric.
"God, Blaine!" Sam says as one hand tries to grip his gel-encrusted hair and the other grabs Tina's ass and pulls her closer to him. And then Tina's licking his neck and nibbling on his collarbone and Blaine has got him all hard right through his now-damp underwear and it's awesome and he just lets them do what they want with him. It's not until Blaine finally pulls his pants and underwear off, along with his shoes and socks, that he realizes he's the only one who's naked yet and he should probably help the others with that.
He stands behind Blaine, cock pressed against his clothed ass, slowly undoing his fly, while Tina stands in front of him and unbuttons his shirt. Tina's bra is unhooked but not off, and Blaine decides this is as good a time as any to see what the big deal is with boobs. He takes the bra off her, managing to get one of the straps tangled around her elbow. Sam catches a glimpse of her with the bra gone and says, "So hot."
Blaine doesn't entirely disagree. They're still not his thing, obviously, but he can see that they're nice. They're round and perky with hard little brown nipples. They're more sensitive than Kurt's, he bets, or his own. He touches one, lightly, and Tina sucks in a surprised breath. And then Sam pushes his pants and underwear down and grabs his ass and he semi-accidentally pinches the nipple and she hisses and he thinks he hurt her so he tries to pull his hand back but she puts her hand over his to keep it on her breast. And he's full-on groping her tit now, and she's got her eyes closed and she's pushing into his hand so apparently she likes it, so he gropes the other one too.
Sam sees Blaine and Tina are having an unexpected hetero moment and he doesn't want to interrupt since the two of them are unlikely to have very many of them. So he holds back until the novelty wears off for Blaine and he lets go of Tina's boobs, and then he helps Blaine out of the last of his clothing, and stands in front of Tina to help her out of her shorts/skirt/whatever crazy thing she's wearing. But it's complicated, and she ends up doing it herself while Sam finally gets his turn to grope her tits. And they're seriously as nice as Brittany's and he wonders how he never noticed until recently, unless maybe it's because she's so short and his eyes are farther away from her boobs than they were from Britt's. "Let's soap these babies up," he says, and he leads Tina and Blaine to the showers.
Blaine lays out all their supplies—the strawberry and bacon lubes (not the bubblegum; he's more than willing to take Sam's word for it that it's gross), the condoms, three bars of soap—while Sam turns on the water and adjusts it to hot-but-not-scalding. Blaine washes himself thoroughly while Sam is busy working up a lather on Tina's tits. "Fuck, Tina, right here is the perfect picture for the Women of McKinley topless calendar." He slides his hands around and under them, all slippery with water and soap. He rolls her nipples between his fingers and she arches toward him and moans. "Blaine, check this out."
"Uh-huh. Nice." Blaine is busy rinsing, not wanting Sam (or Tina) to get a mouthful of soap. He can tell Sam doesn't want that either, because he's careful to rinse Tina's chest before licking her breasts.
"Jesus, Sam. And I thought your hands were good."
"You thought? And what, you've changed your mind now?"
"No, no," Tina says, pushing Sam's head back toward her chest. "I still think they're awesome. They just aren't as awesome as your mouth."
Sam smiles. He sucks most of one breast into his mouth while teasing the nipple of the other with his fingers, letting Tina enjoy two of his awesome features (though not the most awesome one yet) at once.
Blaine, meanwhile, is at a bit of a loss. He's all ready, yet he doesn't quite want to interrupt with "Who wants to find out if my ass tastes delicious?" or "Hey! I was implicitly promised a rim job!" Instead he decides that maybe groping Sam's ass will act as a subtle reminder. And if not, well, hey, he still gets to grope Sam's ass! He stands behind Sam and hesitates just a second before grabbing a couple handfuls. And then he has the the shocking realization that he's naked in the school shower with Sam and Tina and he's squeezing Sam's ass and he says, "Jesus."
"I could say the same about yours, if I could see it," Sam says. "Hey, isn't that why we ran down here to the locker room in the first place?"
"I do recall that we wanted to settle the question of just how perky and delicious Blaine's butt is," Tina agrees.
"Right. Up against the wall, Anderson."
Blaine turns and leans against the half-wall separating their shower stall from the next one, crossing his arms on the little ledge at the top. Tina cups his cheeks first. "Definitely perky," she says.
Sam's hands cover Tina's and two sets of fingers press firmly into Blaine's flesh. "Definitely," Sam agrees.
Then Tina's mouth is on his shoulder, and she lightly scrapes her teeth down his back, pausing for a second here and there to lick and suck, until she's right above the swell of his ass. "This is okay, Blaine?" she asks before continuing.
"Yeah, it's good." He might stop her, he thinks, if she tries to go for his hole, but the cheek is fine. Good, even, as he told her.
She licks down a bit farther and takes a few light nips, staying comfortably far from his crack. She moves straight down until she reaches his thigh and stops with an appreciative pat. "Pretty delicious, I'd say," she says as she straightens up again.
"Much as I'd like to take your word for it, Tina," Sam says, "I think I'd like to go in for a closer inspection. If you don't mind," he adds softly in Blaine's ear.
"Uh, no. Please."
Sam angles the shower head so the water is spraying onto Blaine's back and gets on his knees behind him. He slides his hands up his inner thighs and nudges just enough for Blaine to get the hint that he wants him to spread his legs wider. Blaine's ass really is like some perfectly baked...well, not a muffin, obviously. A popover maybe. Yeah, a popover that probably won't deflate if he bites it.
"Ah! Sam?"
"Sorry, that was probably harder than necessary." Definitely no deflation.
"It's o- oh! oooh!" Sam has gone straight from trying to bite off a chunk of the fleshy part of Blaine's ass to working his tongue into his crack. Blaine spreads his legs a little wider to accommodate him, and Sam spreads his cheeks and circles his rim with his tongue. Blaine tries not to push his ass too hard into Sam's face.
"Delicious, Tina, you were right," Sam says. "Now let's see how it tastes with some bacon."
Tina rolls her eyes but hands him the lube. She's not planning on putting her mouth on Blaine's asshole (not that she'd mind, but she's pretty sure Blaine would), so Sam can bacon it up all he wants for all she cares. "Are you gonna fuck him, Sam?" she asks. "Because that would be really hot."
"I'd sure like to fuck him," Sam says. He squirts some lube onto two fingers and rubs it around the outside of Blaine's entrance. "You think he wants it?"
"I bet you can make him want it. You're really good with your mouth. And your hands."
"But not so good that he won't wanna bother with my cock, I hope."
"Your cock looks pretty amazing, Sam," Tina says, taking a good look at it, all thick and hard and pink. "I doubt he'd consider it a bother."
Blaine is about to complain about the others talking about him in the third person as if he can't even hear them until he realizes he's finding it strangely hot. And so instead of saying anything he wiggles his ass against Sam's fingers. Sam says, "Look at him. I think he's trying to fuck himself on my fingers."
"You shouldn't tease him, Sam." Tina walks into the next stall and lifts Blaine's face so he's looking right at her. "God, I think he needs it bad. You need Sammy's cock in you, Blaine?"
"Uh-huh," Blaine admits. He really does. The playing, the joking around, it's been fun, but now he needs things to move on to the next stage. "I need it, Sam, come on."
Tina holds his face while Sam smears some more lube on him. The look of lust in her eyes—you'd think she was the one who was about to fuck him.
Oh, God. Sam is about to fuck him. Sam's finger is slipping past his rim, he's twisting it around...Jesus. And then, "Oh...oh God! Oh God, oh God!" Sam's tongue is inside his ass. And he's not just teasing, he's not just trying out the flavored lube, he's working Blaine open to take his cock.
Tina lets go of Blaine's head and tells Sam, "Don't put your cock in him till I get back."
Sam doesn't answer—his mouth is kind of busy—but he thinks Tina better not take too long with whatever she has to do all of a sudden, because he's not going to wait much longer to put his cock in Blaine. It's already been forever, it seems.
Blaine doesn't really notice Tina's absence because...because Sam is tongue- and finger-fucking him! It's pretty much all he can do not to reach down and jerk himself off or, like, start humping the tile-covered wall. But he definitely notices her return. She redirects the shower nozzle and there's water spraying directly onto the top of his head and then there's something else oozing on the top of his head. "What the...?"
"I'm okay with having limited access to your junk," Tina says, "but you gotta give me something. I want to at least be able to run my hands through your hair, so we've got to get this gel out."
"But..." Blaine can't even get out a pro forma objection, though, because Sam's still mouthing his ass and Tina's fingers actually feel kind of amazing massaging his scalp while she shampoos, and what his hair is going to look like when this is over is about the farthest thing from his mind. "Oh..."
Sam's holding Blaine's hips and he's got his tongue as far up his ass as it will go. It doesn't taste like bacon anymore—he's long since swallowed all the lube that he put on—but it tastes like Blaine and like want. Without removing his mouth he slicks up a finger and slides it in, and then another, coaxing Blaine open for him. Slicking up that gripping hole with still more lube, he looks up finally and asks, "Think you're ready for me, baby?" as he rolls a condom on.
"Yeah," Blaine gasps. "So ready."
"Just a second," Tina says. Sam hopes she doesn't think he's going to fuck her first—he's totally going to fuck her, but not till after he fucks Blaine—but he sees she's just hopping up on the shower ledge to hold Blaine's head. She finger-combs his now gel-free hair back from his face and whispers to him, "You're already half-crazy with lust, Blaine. Just think how insane you're gonna be when Sam has you impaled on his cock."
Blaine whimpers and sticks his ass out farther toward Sam. Tina's right: he's going to lose his fucking mind and he's going to love every second of it.
Sam stands behind him, holds Blaine's cheeks apart, and lines himself up. He slides his cock in in one slow but steady movement and he gasps because...because, holy Jesus, he's inside his best friend and it feels as amazing as he always imagined it would. Blaine wraps his arms tightly around Tina and moans into her neck. Sam's cock, it's so much—it's so good, but it's so much he's not sure he can take it. He's stuffed so full and he feels everything: the warm water pounding down on his back, Tina's fingers massaging his scalp, Sam's balls resting against his ass, and every centimeter of Sam's dick inside him.
"Sam...God..."
Sam pulls back and pushes in again, and Blaine finds himself sucking on Tina's neck, probably giving her a hickey. "Sorry..."
"No, it's good, don't stop." She locks eyes for a second with Sam, who looks delirious with the pleasure of Blaine's tight, perfect ass gripping his cock. "Fuck him, Sam," she says. "Fuck our boy senseless."
Sam roughly pulls Blaine back by the hips to better position him for a serious ass pounding. After the shift Blaine's head is in Tina's lap, and instead of her neck he sucks on her thigh. Sam is slamming into him for real now and Tina is gripping his hair tightly and saying, "So fucking hot."
It's so fucking hot to watch Sam just nailing Blaine's ass and to feel how much Blaine loves it from the way he's gripping her ass so tightly and the intensity with which he's sucking hickeys into her inner thigh. He's so close to her crotch, Jesus, and she spreads her legs so she can touch herself because she'll go crazy if she doesn't. But before she even disentangles a hand from Blaine's hair, his head is moving and...and, oh Jesus, Blaine is tentatively licking at her labia.
Blaine's not sure why he's doing it, exactly, except that it's right there and he's always been a little curious and he likes doing stuff with his mouth while Sam fucks him and Tina probably likes it and it just seems like the thing to do somehow. He knows he's probably not doing it well because all he can really concentrate on is Sam's dick in him and oh...oh God, it just slammed into his prostate! Fuck, oh fuck, this just got really real, and he's barely aware at all of Tina's fingers in front of his mouth, parting the folds he's been licking, and then his tongue is on something different, something firm and buried and slippery...and he's producing a desperate, high pitched whine in the back of his throat, and Tina is too...
Tina is the first to go. It doesn't take much, what with her perfect view of Blaine's delicious ass eagerly taking Sam's thick cock, and once Blaine's mouth is on her clitoris and Sam's thrusts are pounding Blaine into her, pounding his tongue inside her, she unravels and screams out her orgasm. She clutches the back of Blaine's head and holds it in place while she rocks herself arhythmically against him and tries really hard not to squeeze his head too tightly between her thighs.
Seeing—and hearing, wow!—Tina come on Blaine's face, Sam knows he won't last much longer. He desperately wants Blaine to come before he does, or at least to start before he does, so while he keeps hitting that spot he can tell Blaine likes, over and over in quick succession—blam! blam! blam!—he starts pulling on his cock. He doesn't know if Blaine can hear over the water and Tina's cries, not to mention the fact that his head is buried between her legs, but he pleads with him, "Let me feel you come. Come on, baby."
And it works, something works, and he feels Blaine's balls tighten and hears him let out his own muffled cry that reverberates through Tina's body. Blaine tries not to bite down on Tina as his orgasm rips through him, and instead he thrusts his tongue into her harder and digs his fingers into her ass cheeks. He clamps down on Sam's cock as he fucks out his release into his fist.
Sam lets go too, stilling inside Blaine and letting his clenching walls wring him dry. He unloads inside Blaine, who finally stills too and slumps into Tina's lap. "God, Blaine, that was...that was fucking amazing."
"Mmm..." Blaine agrees contentedly.
"Sam? Sam?" Tina says, high-pitched and near-desperate.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm not done and...help me? Please?"
Blaine moves out of the way and Sam takes his place. He separates Tina's lips with his fingers and looks at her glistening little pink nub. "God, Tina, so wet." It's not even water from the shower, it's all her...and Blaine of course, Blaine's saliva, and how hot is that?
"Please, Sam, don't look at it, just..."
Sam flattens his tongue and licks her slowly and firmly. She squeals and holds his head still and bucks against his face. He's really not doing anything, just letting her get herself off on his tongue. It's really hot though, because she tastes good and she's so wet.
Blaine stands behind her and starts rubbing her tits and squeezing her nipples. And he coaxes her to lean back against him, and as soon as she loosens her grip on Sam's head a little he starts fucking her with his tongue and fingering her clit, and a whole new series of orgasms starts working its way through her without the first one ever having really ended. She comes and comes—Blaine's exhausted by the time she finally settles down. Though of course he'd probably be exhausted anyway from his own orgasm and the nailing Sam gave him.
Tina falls back against him, and he almost doesn't catch her. But he does, and they all dry off tiredly but contentedly and walk back to the lockers. "I'm just gonna lie down for a minute on this bench," Tina says, her voice hoarse from all the screaming. Using the towel she had wrapped around herself as a pillow, she stretches out on her stomach and closes her eyes.
"Tina!" Blaine says. "Wait, actually that looks like a really good idea." He does the same, and the two of them take up the whole bench, their heads meeting in the middle.
Sam looks down at them and shakes his head. There's no room for him to join them, except maybe on top of one of them. It's not a bad idea at all, but he'll let them rest a few minutes first.