Blaine was walking to Spanish class when out of nowhere he heard, "Dude, you gotta help me bake a cake."
He hadn't even seen or heard Sam approaching. How did he sneak up on him like that? Also...what? "Why, you have a sweet tooth all of a sudden?"
Sam was walking along with Blaine now, although he didn't have Spanish next period. "I've always had a sweet tooth. But it's not for me. My mom's coming to visit."
"Aw, that's sweet."
Wow, that was kind of an awkward silence.
"I mean, I didn't mean sweet," Blaine said. "I meant, you know, nice. Thoughtful. That's all."
"Right. So anyway, I've never baked a cake, and I figured you probably have."
"Actually, no. Cake baking isn't one of the required gay arts."
"Dude, sorry! I didn't mean to assume..." Sam put a hand on Blaine's shoulder, and Blaine melted a little.
"No, it's fine. I shouldn't tease you," Blaine said, although the idea of him teasing Sam was kind of absurd, if you thought about it. Not that Sam teased him intentionally. Even though he knew about the crush, he still didn't understand how big an effect every single touch had. "I can't offer any expertise, but I'd be happy to try and figure out a recipe with you, if you want."
"You're awesome, dude." They arranged to meet at Blaine's house that evening and Sam hurried off to his own next class.
XOXOXO
Cheerios practice ran late. Blaine had planned to get a burger or something afterward, but he had to speed straight home if he even wanted to get in a shower before Sam got there. In fact...yeah, he decided he'd better leave a note on the front door for Sam to come in, just in case he wouldn't hear him knocking.
He showered quickly, or as quickly as he could anyway. It took some time to wash out all the gel and condition his hair. He dried off, combed his hair back, hung the towel up to dry, stepped into his bedroom to get dressed, and—
Jesus Christ, there was Sam, sitting on his bed! Looking right at him!
He may have shrieked a little; he wasn't really sure. He was sure he slammed the bathroom door pretty hard, after he had jumped back in there.
Sam, meanwhile, was laughing so hard he could barely breathe. "Dude!" he managed to call out between his guffaws. "Your note said to come in!"
"Yeah, but I didn't expect you to wait for me on my bed," Blaine yelled through the door. Wait, did that sound too suggestive? Nah, it wouldn't sound suggestive to Sam. Only to Blaine. "Could you, um, grab my blue robe out of the closet and hand it to me?"
"Chillax, dude. I've seen you naked in the locker room a hundred times."
"Yeah, but..." But not when it was just the two of them. In his bedroom.
"I promise I'm not gonna check out your junk."
Blaine wrapped the towel around his waist and reluctantly sidled out of the bathroom. Sam, thank god, pretended to be interested in the chemistry textbook on the bedside table. Blaine turned his back to Sam and held onto his towel tightly while he grabbed boxers out of his dresser.
Sam said he wasn't going to look, but what if he did? Which would be worse, Sam catching a glimpse of his butt, or Sam seeing him try ridiculously to pull his underwear on under the towel? He dropped the towel and put the boxers on. He glanced in the mirror and saw that Sam was watching him.
"Sam! You said you weren't going to look!"
"I said I wouldn't check out your junk. Your ass is not the same as your junk."
"Yes it is. 'Junk' is a collective term that applies to everything down there."
"No. 'Junk' means your cock. And maybe balls—I'm not sure about that."
"Then how can girls have junk?"
"Girls don't have junk. Trust me. I've seen way more girls' junk than you have."
"Aha!" Blaine exclaimed triumphantly.
"You know what I mean, man," said Sam as he lay back on the bed. "For someone so shy about his junk you sure have been standing around in your undies for a long time."
Blaine felt his cheeks grow warm, but he tried to play it cool by not running to the closet immediately. "Sure, it doesn't matter now. You've already seen my junk."
"Okay. Okay, fine." Sam stood up and started unfastening his belt.
"Sam? What are you doing, Sam?"
Sam unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. "If you're so freaked out that I saw your ass for half a second, I'm gonna let you look at mine so we'll be even."
"No, no. That's really not necessary. Sam, I don't want to see your ass..." What the hell was he saying? He wanted very much to see Sam's ass. He just didn't want Sam to know how much he wanted to see it.
And anyway, even if Blaine had actually not been interested, there was no stopping Sam at this point. He had already turned around and pulled his jeans and briefs down low enough for Blaine to get a good look. He couldn't look away, in fact. Sam's ass was incredible. Round yet muscular. Smooth. Soft to the touch, or so Blaine imagined...
Okay! Time to put some pants on! Like, before something became very obvious. He spun around toward the closet, picked out some not too tight jeans, and put them on. Add an old Warblers t-shirt that he didn't mind getting cake batter on and he felt composed enough to face Sam again. And if he had secretly hoped that Sam would still be partially undressed, well, he would have been disappointed.
XOXOXO
Blaine found his mother's favorite cookbook and carried it into the kitchen. Sam was waiting, sitting on the counter and swinging his legs. And not just swinging them, but watching them swing. He looked kind of adorable, especially when he glanced up at Blaine through the hair that was falling in front of his eyes.
"Dude. Is that The Joy of Sex?"
"What? No, no. Cooking. The Joy of Cooking."
"Oh. Too bad. Sex sounds more joyful. Joyful? Joyous? What do I mean?"
"I don't know what you mean," said Blaine. He was instantly afraid his response had come out sounding prissy.
"All right." Sam slid off the counter and clapped his hands together. "I guess we should get started. What does it say we should do?"
Blaine opened the book and leafed through until he got to the cake section. "Uh, what kind of cake do you want to make?"
"Chocolate, duh," Sam said.
"Okay..." He flipped around, looking for a good one.
Sam was behind him suddenly, resting his chin on Blaine's shoulder and trying to get a look at the cookbook. "What's wrong? Can't find anything?"
"No. I mean yeah." He couldn't formulate a simple thought with Sam standing so close to him. "I mean, how does this one look?"
Instead of, say, walking around Blaine to get closer to the book, or picking up the book and walking to the table or somewhere with it, Sam just leaned closer to the where the book was lying on the counter, which meant he pressed himself right up against Blaine.
"Seriously, Sam? Do you do it on purpose?" Blaine muttered.
"What? Do what on purpose?"
"Nothing," Blaine said. He didn't think Sam's innocence in asking the question was faked. "Never mind."
"Okay. So...yeah, this one looks fine."
"Good. Let's see..." Blaine looked at the cookbook. "Well, we need to melt some bakers' chocolate. I don't even know what bakers' chocolate is. I bet we don't have any."
"Dude, it's just chocolate you use for baking. You've gotta have some." Sam started rummaging through the cupboards. I am definitely going to have to straighten up before my mom gets home, Blaine thought. "Here." Sam threw him a bag of chocolate chips, spilling some sugar onto the counter in the process.
"Uh, okay." This didn't seem right to Blaine, but what did he know? It was the only kind of chocolate he had ever baked with. Of course, the only thing he had ever baked were chocolate chip cookies. He looked back down at the book. "We have to melt these with some butter. I'll get a pan if you can grab, uh, a cup of butter from the fridge." Blaine did not trust Sam messing around with his mothers' arrangement of pots and pans.
"Sure. Where's a measuring cup?"
"I think the sticks of butter have the measurements printed on the wrappers."
Blaine's phone rang as he was getting out the saucepan. "Shit, it's my mom." Why had he said shit? It wasn't like he and Sam were doing anything wrong. Still, he stepped into the living room before answering.
"Hey, mom. What's up?"
"Blaine, I'm going to be late tonight. I thought I could finish up this project by five, but—"
"Yeah, that's fine, mom." He really didn't feel like hearing about the project or why she couldn't finish it by five. Not right now. He'd try to take an interest in her work later, when Sam wasn't around.
"You'll find something to eat?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine. Well, I don't want to keep you from your work."
"You're sweet, honey. You know, I would have had it done yesterday, except..." Blaine tuned her out. What was Sam doing? he wondered. In the middle of her story about...whatever it was she was talking about...there was a loud beeping from the kitchen.
"Sorry, mom. It looks like I better check on my dinner. Love you!" Blaine's kitchen featured a stove with very hot burners, paired with a very sensitive and very loud fire alarm. The alarm going off was a frequent enough occurrence that it didn't cause anyone in the family to panic.
Sam looked a little freaked out, though. He was jumping up, trying to turn the alarm off when Blaine returned to the kitchen. "Sorry, man! I don't know what I did." He managed to knock the entire alarm off the ceiling. Well, at least that stopped it.
Blaine calmly turned the burner off. "Don't worry about it. It happens all the time. I should have warned you not to turn the burner up to max." He opened all the kitchen windows to let the smoke out.
Sam looked at the melted chocolate-butter mixture skeptically. "It doesn't look too good."
Blaine took a look. "No, but it'll probably be fine once it cools. We should wait a while for the smoke to clear anyway." He led Sam into the family room, which was farther from the kitchen than the living room. Also it had the TV. "So, uh, you wanna watch a movie or something? Or would you rather just show me your butt again?" Good Lord, why did he say that?
Sam just smiled though. "You wanna see it again? I'm told it's cute."
"Yes, it's very cute," he said in what he hoped sounded like a flippant manner. "But I'll pass this time, thanks. So...movie then?"
"It won't take that long till we can go back, will it? Let's just hang out."
So they lounged on the couches and talked easily about glee club and school and whatever else popped into their heads. At one point Sam asked Blaine if he'd heard from Kurt lately. Blaine said that he hadn't and quickly changed the subject to Brittany. How were things between her and Sam? Not that he really wanted to hear, but it was better than talking about Kurt.
"Oh, you know. Brittany's great. She's got colleges after her now, which is just...weird. She sorta hooked up with this girl when she was touring Princeton, and—"
"Wait, what!?"
"Well, not really hooked up. I mean, it wasn't cheating or anything."
"And it wasn't cheating because...? Because it was with a girl?"
"No, not that. Brittany used to think that it didn't count with a girl, but that was only because Santana told her that, and Santana only told her that so the two of them could fool around while Brittany was dating Artie."
"So then why...?"
"Oh, see, it's because Brittany didn't actually do anything. It was all this other girl doing stuff to Brittany. Which I can totally understand. I mean, doing stuff to Brittany is really, really fun. Like, she loves it when I...Sorry, dude. You probably don't want to hear this."
"So...you're not upset?"
"No. I think it's really hot, actually. I wonder if girls think the idea of two guys together is as hot as guys think the idea of two girls together is. Straight guys, I mean. Or bi guys even. The thought of Brittany getting her pussy eaten by some other hot chick probably doesn't do much for you, though."
"Oh god, Sam. You did not just use that word in front of me."
"What word? Pussy?"
"Seriously, stop. Please."
"Fine. Vagina. It's this thing girls have. And there's also this thing called a clitoris, and if you lick this thing called a clitoris the girl will have a thing called an orgasm. That's like an ejaculation, but with less liquid. Some liquid, but it doesn't shoot out as much."
"I swear to God, Sam. If you don't stop, I'll start talking about butt sex."
"Lay it on me, man. There is nothing you could say that would bother me."
But Blaine was speechless. And blushing.
"Really? You don't wanna tell me what it's like to take a giant, throbbing cock up your ass?"
Blaine turned even brighter red. And then he had a coughing fit. Eventually he managed to sputter, "I bet the kitchen's okay now."
Sam kept trying to make him blush while they mixed the rest of the ingredients together. And pretty much every time he tried it, it worked. He got the biggest reaction from "giant, throbbing cock," so naturally that's the one he said the most.
"Okay. I guess this is ready to go in the cake pan finally."
"Cool. But just say 'giant, throbbing cock.' Just once. Then I'll leave you alone."
Blaine sighed. "Promise?"
"Of course."
"Fine." He looked around, although they had the place to themselves. He took a deep breath and looked right into his friend's beautiful green eyes as he slowly and clearly said, "Giant. Throbbing. Cock."
This time Sam was speechless, but only momentarily. He snapped out of it and said, "Very good. Was that so hard?" Then he laughed and added, "No pun intended."
"Can I pour the batter in the pan now?"
"Dude, of course not."
Blaine banged his head softly but dramatically against a cupboard door. "What now!?"
"We have to taste it and make sure it's okay, obviously." Sam hopped up on the counter, making an even bigger mess of all the crap they still had to put away. He ran a finger through the bowl and brought it to his mouth. God, Blaine had wet dreams involving those long fingers and those beautiful, strong hands. And to see Sam put one of them in his lovely mouth with those soft, full lips and suck on it much longer than seemed necessary...
"Sam. Come on. You promised you'd stop teasing me."
"I didn't even say anything!"
"No, but you...Never mind." Blaine filled the cake pan and slid it into the preheated oven.
Sam ran his finger along the side of the bowl and held it out to Blaine's mouth. "You can kinda tell the chocolate got burnt, but it's really, really sweet and actually pretty good. Try it." Blaine opened his mouth tentatively and barely touched the tip of Sam's finger with the tip of his tongue. "I'm not made of poison, you know," Sam said.
Okay. Fine then. Blaine circled Sam's finger with his tongue, and then he closed his mouth and sucked. He gazed into Sam's eyes while he was sucking; it was Sam who broke the gaze when he leaned his head back a little and closed his eyes. He didn't open them right away when Blaine stopped.
"Dude, that was...that was surprisingly intense."
Blaine smiled. Time to see if he could make Sam blush. "I've been told I'm really good with my mouth." Sam didn't blush, but he didn't reply either. Blaine continued, "Just think how intense it would be if instead of your finger I had your giant, throbbing cock in my mouth."
Sam coughed. "Do that again?" He ran his finger along the inside of the bowl and held it out again.
Blaine held Sam's hand in his and brought it to his mouth. He licked the batter off quickly, not really tasting it. It was Sam he wanted to taste. The fingers wouldn't have been his first choice of parts, but he'd take what he could get.
He started with the index finger, licking and nibbling the tip, then engulfing the whole finger with his mouth and sucking. He added the next finger greedily, and the next. Then he slowed down and worked his tongue into the spaces between the fingers. He glanced at Sam's face and saw his head was lolled back. God, his neck looked delicious.
Blaine picked up a batter-covered spoon and, before he could psych himself out, touched it to Sam's neck. "Oh darn, look at that," he said. "Let me clean that up for you." He paused, half expecting Sam to object. But he didn't. Blaine licked slowly from Sam's collarbone to his jaw. Still no objection from Sam, just an audible intake of breath. "If you're not going to stop me I'm going to keep it up. No pun intended."
Sam shook his head. Wait, did that mean "Don't" or "I don't object"? Blaine moved closer so their bodies were almost together. He leaned in tentatively. Okay, it must mean "I don't object." Blaine ran his hand through Sam's hair, then gently grabbed his head and pulled it closer. He went kind of crazy, licking and nibbling and kissing Sam's neck, but imagining it was his dick. Then imaging Sam doing the same for him. Then an unwanted image: Sam licking Brittany's...you know. Shit, Brittany!
He stopped and backed away. "God, Sam, I'm so sorry!"
"No, it's all right," Sam reassured him. "I actually kinda...I mean it's actually kinda...good. Kinda really good."
"But...what about Brittany?"
"What about her? I'm not gonna try to make you eat her pussy, you know."
"No, I mean...you're with Brittany. I don't want to be responsible for you cheating on her."
"How am I cheating on her? I'm not doing anything."
"No, but..."
"It's her rule, you know."
Blaine wasn't totally convinced that this was right or made any sense. But, and maybe this was just his dick talking, but if Sam was okay with it and Brittany would probably be okay with it, who was he to question their "rules"? And when would he get this chance again? Still, he just had to clarify...
"So, I can do stuff to you, like, sexual stuff, and as long as you don't do anything to me, Brittany will be cool with it?"
"Exactly."
"And you? Do you want me to keep doing stuff to you?"
Sam glanced away. "What you've been doing so far is actually...really enjoyable. And you know I trust you completely, bro. So yeah. I want you to keep doing stuff to me." He looked Blaine in the eye and added, "Like, literally anything you want to do."
They continued to look in each other's eyes as Blaine slowly unbuttoned Sam's flannel shirt. He pulled it off and dropped it on the stove while Sam sat passively.
"Wait. Sam. Is this going to ruin our friendship? Because I really don't want things to be awkward between us."
"It's not going to ruin our friendship."
Blaine looked skeptical.
Sam grew exasperated. "Dude, I thought you wanted to do me."
"Well, when you put it like that..." He ran his hands over Sam's shoulders and chest. "Are you really super sure, though? What did you mean when you said 'literally anything'? And won't—"
Sam put his hand over Blaine's mouth. He leaned his forehead against Blaine's. "Can you shut up please?" Blaine nodded. "Okay, when I take my hand away, are you going to ask me again if it's okay?" Blaine shook his head. "When I take my hand away, are you going to kiss me?" Blaine nodded eagerly.
Sam took his hand away. Blaine kissed his cheek, and Sam closed his eyes. Blaine kissed his eyelids. He put his hands in Sam's hair and held his head in place while he went for his lips. Those gorgeous, full lips that he'd been dreaming about for months. Santana was an idiot. They were nothing like trout lips. They were soft, smooth, sweet. God were they sweet.
Blaine could have kissed those lips all night. But there was other stuff he wanted to do too, while he had the chance. He still didn't really believe Sam when he said this wouldn't fuck up their friendship, but he couldn't resist the invitation. And Sam didn't seem to be minding it so far. Blaine pushed past the lips with his tongue, and Sam let him: he compliantly opened his mouth just as far as Blaine needed, and he kept up with the movements of Blaine's head and tongue. When he pulled away for a breath, Sam said, "You're actually a really good kisser."
"Actually?" Blaine said. "Should I be insulted that you're so surprised?"
"No, you know what I mean."
"I think so, actually. The surprising thing is that it's good for you?"
"Right," Sam said. He smiled and added, "See how smart I was to trust you?"
"You're a fucking genius, Sam."
"As long as you don't just love me for my body."
"No. Not just for that." Blaine gently pushed Sam's knees apart and stepped between them. "But it is pretty awesome." He traced the muscles on Sam's arms and chest before wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him in closer for another kiss. His hands ran down Sam's back and into the back of his pants. Sam let out a small gasp.
"Was that a good gasp?"
"Blaine. Seriously. I promise to tell you if something isn't good."
"Right..." Blaine still hesitated, feeling like he really should ask before he did what he was about to do. But the last thing he wanted to do was annoy Sam or, worse, make him change his mind and call the whole thing off. So he just grabbed him, lifted him off the counter. Sam instinctively wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck and his legs around his waist. "Sorry," Blaine said when he accidentally banged Sam's butt into the knobs on the stove.
"Okay, that was a surprise," Sam said as he exited the kitchen in Blaine's arms. "No offense, but I kinda didn't think you could lift me." Sam was quite a bit taller and broader than Blaine, after all, and Blaine's muscles weren't as...obvious.
"Don't you think Coach Sylvester has taught me anything in Cheerios?" Blaine asked. "If there's one thing male cheerleaders can do, it's lift people. You want me to throw you in the air and catch you too?"
"If you want to. You're the boss." Sam buried his head in Blaine's neck and kissed him, but then he stopped abruptly. Apparently he had forgotten but then remembered that he wasn't allowed to do anything.
Blaine carried him to his room and stood him on the floor, against the wall. He pressed his body against Sam's so that Sam was pinned to the wall. Of course, Sam could have freed himself if he'd tried. And he said he'd tell Blaine if he didn't like something, so... He looked Sam in the eyes and slowly moved his hands down to his pants. Sam's eyes didn't seem to be telling him to stop. He pressed his hand against Sam's bulge: it was harder than he'd expected. The touch elicited another small gasp; Blaine didn't have to ask this time whether it was a good gasp. Still, he unbuttoned and unzipped Sam's jeans slowly, just in case he wanted to tell him to stop. Sam said no such thing.
Jesus, this was really going to happen, apparently. Blaine pulled Sam's jeans and underwear down to his knees in one motion. They both looked at Sam's cock, then at each other. Sam was blushing, but he still didn't say stop.
Blaine found himself unsure what to do next. He should probably stop staring at Sam, who was turning brighter red the longer he ogled him. But Sam was so fucking gorgeous. Blaine realized something: "You're really sexy when you blush."
Sam, predictably, blushed more in response. And he added, "So are you."
Blaine felt his cheeks. "I'm not—"
"Earlier," Sam said. "When I mentioned Brittany's pussy...See, there you go."
Blaine tried unsuccessfully to will himself to stop blushing. "I thought you weren't allowed to talk."
"I can talk all I want. I just can't—" Blaine shut him up with a kiss. And Sam forgot his rule again, grabbing Blaine's hair while thrusting his tongue into his mouth. When Sam remembered the rule and returned to passivity, Blaine started working his way down Sam with his mouth. He got to a spot on the neck that made Sam moan, so he lingered there, sucking and biting, until he noticed the large purple hickey he'd given him. He hoped Sam was right that Brittany wouldn't mind. Or maybe Brittany would dump him and Sam could be his all the time...No, better just stay in the moment.
He moved past the neck and concentrated on Sam's chest. His pecs were amazing. Blaine pressed his hands against them before pressing his mouth against them. He wanted desperately to coax another moan out of Sam. He sucked hard on one of his nipples while squeezing the other. Sam let out an audible breath. It wasn't a moan or a gasp, but it was enough to encourage Blaine to keep going. When he bit down, Sam yelped. It was an extremely satisfying sound, although Blaine did wonder if he'd gone too far. But Sam was not only not saying stop or moving away, he rested his hand on Blaine's head and leaned his head back, eyes closed, mouth open. Blaine nibbled some more and felt Sam gripping his hair. "Your hair's really nice without so much gel in it," Sam said.
The hand stayed tangled in his hair as Blaine moved his mouth farther down. By the time he reached his belly button, Sam was breathing hard. And when Blaine's hands shot around behind Sam and grabbed his ass, Sam let out another yelp, followed by a low, continuous moan while Blaine kneaded his cheeks. Blaine was on his knees now, with Sam's erect cock staring him in the face. It was twitching; Blaine could see and almost hear the blood pulsing through it. Thank you, Lord, for the bounty I am about to receive.
He planned to take the cock in his mouth slowly, savoring it, but once his tongue touched it, he wanted it all, now, and he greedily engulfed it. "Oh Jesus, Blaine." Sam's grip on his hair tightened. "Oh my Jesus fucking Christ, that is so good." He whined when Blaine stopped abruptly and stood up.
Blaine took him by the hand and led him toward the bed, and he tripped over the jeans around his ankles. "Can you take them off?" Blaine asked. "Or do I have to do it?" Sam wordlessly stepped out of the jeans, out of his underwear, out of his socks even. Blaine pushed him, not painfully but not entirely gently either, onto his back on the bed.
"What are you..." Sam started to ask. But he was distracted by the sight of Blaine standing by the side of the bed undressing himself. "Oh my God, you're so hot."
"You think so? Really?" Blaine was genuinely surprised. He didn't know why Sam was doing this—or letting Blaine do this to him—and he'd been trying not to overthink it. But Sam being attracted to him had not occurred to him as a potential explanation.
"Totally. So...what are you going to do to me?"
"First, since you're staring..." Blaine took Sam's hand and placed it on his cock. This time it was Blaine's turn to gasp. The fact of Sam's touch hadn't surprised him, obviously, but the intensity of the sensation had, and that was with Sam's fingers barely brushing him.
Blaine stopped moving Sam's hand, but Sam didn't. Sam was stroking himself with one hand and Blaine with the other, in unison. "Then what?"'
"Then I'm going to lube myself up, make my asshole all wet and slippery for you, and ride your beautiful cock. Your giant, throbbing cock."
Sam stroked harder. "And then what?"
And then what? That was as far ahead as Blaine had thought. Well, there was something else he'd like to do. Might as well float the idea now. "Then I'm going to flip you over and fuck your ass." Sam did not seem averse to the idea—in fact he moaned and squirmed—so Blaine continued. "I am going to put you on your hands and knees and I am going to slide my cock into you and pound you and you are going to come and come like you never have before and I'm going to come and come like I never have before and then we'll both be so exhausted and drained and happy." Sam groaned and jerked himself and Blaine. Blaine slapped both his hands lightly and tucked them under Sam's head. "And you are just going to lie there and enjoy it. Now don't move."
Blaine walked to his desk for the lube and condoms. They were in the desk because it seemed like the place his mom was least likely to look. Besides, the desk faced the bed in a such a way that someone lying on the bed would get a good view of the ass of the person bending down to the bottom drawer to retrieve the items. Kurt had enjoyed that. Blaine wondered if Sam would too. He peered over his shoulder once he was in position, and yes, Sam seemed to be enjoying it. "Hey! Didn't I tell you not to touch yourself?"
"Hurry up, then!"
Blaine stood next to the bed and applied the lube to himself. Sam squeezed his ass. "You know," Blaine said, "if you insist on touching stuff, you could at least be helpful." He handed Sam the lube bottle.
"Uh, what do I...?"
"Squirt some on your fingers and then rub it into me."
"Into into?"
"If you don't want me to get hurt."
"No, of course not!" Sam did a very thorough job of lubing Blaine up. His fingers were incredible, and he was so eager yet so gentle. Blaine would have let the process go on much longer, but he wanted to be sure there would be enough lube left for Sam.
He took the bottle back, opened one of the condom wrappers, and...well, just one more taste first. God, he loved the taste of that cock. He sat on Sam's legs, his dick against Sam's balls, while he put the condom on and rubbed on some of the lube.
He swiveled and started to mount Sam reverse cowgirl style. He had lowered himself onto the very tip of his cock, but then he stopped and got off. "What are you doing?" Sam asked, a little panicky. "Why are you stopping? Does it hurt?"
"No, no. It's just that I realized reverse cowgirl is no good. I wanna be able to see your face. I'm gonna do a reverse reverse cowgirl. Which, I guess, is just a cowgirl."
"Not a cowboy?"
"Do you want me to be your cowboy?"
"Um. No, that's a little weird, actually."
"Right." Less talking, more fucking. He straddled Sam and lowered himself onto him again, watching his face the whole time. His eyes squeezed shut, his eyebrows furrowed. His mouth hung open. Every slight move Blaine made was reflected on that gorgeous face. "Sam?"
"Mmm?" Sam was biting his lower lip now.
"Tell me if you get close to coming."
"Mmm hmm."
Blaine raised and lowered himself, slowly at first. He adjusted his position until he got just the right angle. When he felt Sam's dick hit that perfect spot he yelled out.
"You okay?" Sam asked.
"Ver-y, ver-y o-kay," Blaine assured him, the hits to that spot corresponding with every other syllable.
"Oh God. Blaine. Blainey. I think you better get off me if you don't want me to come yet."
Blaine hesitated. He was going to come soon too, and he needed to so bad...
"Blainey?"
No. Not yet. He dismounted, leaving both of them gasping from the sudden removal. Blaine lay on Sam's chest for a moment to catch his breath and then, true to his word, he flipped Sam over onto his stomach. He straddled him, resting his dick on Sam's crack while he massaged his shoulders and kissed the back of his neck. He found himself grinding into Sam and Sam grinding into the mattress.
"Are you sure you wanna let me fuck you?" Blaine asked. He almost didn't ask; he dreaded hearing Sam say no. But he had to be sure. "Because I could come...just like this, or about a million other ways. You could come in my ass, in my mouth—"
"I'm sure, Blaine."
Thank God. Blaine knelt between Sam's thighs to apply the lube. He was careful and slow, even though his dick desperately wanted to get in there already. He wanted to make sure it was pleasurable for Sam; he knew it was pretty much guaranteed to be good for himself no matter what.
Sam moaned when Blaine's fingers rubbed the slick liquid around his hole. When Blaine put a finger inside, he moaned harder and clamped down on it. "Is everything okay, Sammy?"
"Very okay," Sam said, squirming.
"Cause the thing is, you don't want to tighten. You want to relax." Sam relaxed a little, but as soon as Blaine's finger moved, he clenched again. "Are you really, really sure—"
"Jesus Christ, Blaine. Yes, I'm sure. Will you please just fuck me already?"
"Just a little more lube. I want to make sure you're ready."
"Fuck, I'm ready." He got on his hands and knees. Blaine didn't want to piss him off, but he knew he wasn't really ready. He applied some more lube, and Sam rocked with the motion of his hand. "I'm sorry I snapped. You just keep asking me that and..." He dropped his to a near-whisper. "Come on, Blainey. Don't make me beg for it. Please?"
"Wow. You really want it that bad?"
"Blaaaaine!"
"Right. Okay." He put a condom on and covered it with lube. "All right." He positioned himself between Sam's knees, nudging them slightly farther apart. He wondered if a different position would be better, but Sam was so impatient. He was probably losing his nerve; in fact, Blaine should probably stop. But...well, Sam said he wanted it. Who was Blaine to second-guess him? "Okay," he said again.
He slid his cock in just a tiny bit, just the head. Immediately Sam clenched and stopped breathing. "It's okay, baby," Blaine told him. "You just need to relax, okay?"
"This is a hell of a time to tell someone to relax," Sam said through clenched teeth. Blaine couldn't tell if this was supposed to be a joke.
"I know, baby. But just...if you want to let me in, you have to relax. Take some deep breaths first, okay? I'll wait until you're ready."
Sam nodded and took some long, deep breaths. He gradually unclenched and even relaxed a little. "Okay," he said. "I'm ready for more."
Blaine believed him this time, but he still took things slowly: no more than an inch at a time, holding still whenever Sam stopped breathing and waiting until he relaxed again. It was agony, when he really just wanted to slam relentlessly into Sam until he exploded in pleasure. But he was already kind of taking advantage of his friend by fucking him at all. The least he could do was be gentle and not hurt him.
It was many minutes until Sam made a gasping sound that didn't sound like pain. "Sam?"
"Sorry, I just...that actually felt really good. You can put it all the way in now. I really want you to."
Blaine still went slowly, but he went steadily now: he didn't need to take any more breaks to remind Sam to relax. "Oh god, Sam. Your ass is amazing. Do you know how hard it is for me not to come right now?" He picked up the thrusting.
"Not yet. Not yet, this is so—" He gasped at Blaine's latest thrust and rocked himself farther onto his dick. "Keep fucking me, Blainey. Harder. Come on...oh God, right there! Oh God!" Sam gripped the sheets tightly and put his head down to bite Blaine's pillow. The slight change in angle made it even better. "Oh God, don't stop. Keep fucking me while I come, Blainey." Before Blaine could reach around and grab Sam's cock, Sam was already jerking himself. So Blaine gripped Sam's hips tightly and held them in place while he really fucked Sam, really pounded his ass.
Sam's announcement, "Oh God, I'm coming," was totally unnecessary. Blaine could tell he was coming from the movement of his pelvis and the electricity it sent through Blaine's dick into his whole body. He screamed into the pillow as copious amounts of come shot out of him.
Blaine let go with his own orgasm right after Sam's. He was vaguely aware that his fingers were digging into Sam's hips and that he was biting his own lip.
Sam's orgasm was messy: all over the sheets and pillowcase. Blaine's come was presumably contained within the condom; it just seemed like a lot of work to pull out and remove the thing. He did, though—it wasn't actually that comfortable anymore—and luckily he could reach the trash can without having to get out of bed. He rolled over next to Sam, who was lying perfectly still and had his eyes closed. Blaine kissed him gently on the forehead and asked, "You okay, Sammy?"
"Mmm hmmm," Sam said, already half asleep. Blaine put his arm around him and went to sleep too.
Blaine didn't know how long he'd been asleep when Sam shook him awake. He couldn't actually make Sam out that well: the room was hot and kind of hazy. And Sam said, "Dude, I thought the smoke from the chocolate chip incident was gone."
