Authors Note: Hey everyone, this is my first story on . I have written a quite lengthy story that goes along with this but I won't start putting it up unless I get a positive response to this! My long fic is rated T. It will NEVER be rated M. If and when I do post any more M rated fics, I will post them as separate stories, even if they tie in with my main fic. I want to make sure anyone can read the fic I have been working on. So review! Let me know if I should start posting my long fan fic or if I should just give up as a writer all together- lol. Anyways, I just wanted to say that I know some of you might think it's a little weird that Freddie and Sam just jump into this but I wanted to point out that this story was pulled out of my much longer fic so in this case, the relationship (of sorts) has KIND OF been established by this point. Also I have always thought that Sam would enjoy a more controlling Freddie in the bedroom but only when she fully trusts him. So for anyone who agrees with that sentiment I just wanted to say that this is also already addressed in my much larger fic! Also, please review. I'm new at this so I would really appreciate and constructive criticism. Also if you see mistakes please let me know! Anyways, I do not in any way own iCarly or the Notebook. With that, I will stop ranting and let you read on!

It was movie night, and for once, Sam was not the one who chose the film. Which in Freddie's mind was a huge mistake. Sam always chose movies she knew they would all enjoy. Carly on the other hand, didn't seem to consider anyone's tastes but her own when she popped in what Freddie and Sam knew by now to be her favorite movie: The Notebook. Something about Ryan Gosling got both the girls in a tizzy. Well, not something about him. Freddie knew exactly what it was that drew the fan-girls in screaming. Regardless of the magnetism of Ryan Gosling's abs (and other parts), it seemed Sam was just as disappointed with Carly's predictable pick. Don't get him wrong, Freddie was capable of enjoying a good romantic comedy. It was the fact that they had seen this particular one about a thousand times.

'Well, here goes 1001.' Freddie thought to himself bitterly.

"Carrrlllyyy," Sam whined "we've seen this movie a thousand times. You ALWAYS pick it. Can't we please watch something else for once?"

"Sam, you love Ryan Gosling, and in this movie we get to see him shirtless. So just shut it." Carly snapped.

Sam stopped herself from spouting the snarky reply she had prepared. She knew that this was the last movie Carly had seen with her mom before she had died. It was about more than Ryan Gosling's abs for Carly. It was a memory to cling to and Sam could respect that. Hell, Sam had experience in that department.

Freddie didn't know this little detail about Carly yet. He was their closest friend, but that didn't mean he was privy to all the little talks she and Carly had shared in the years following Mrs. Shay's death. There were just some things that Carly thought only Sam would understand. So, when Freddie started in on Carly for her choice, Sam made sure to step in- even if the thought of watching The Notebook again made her want to shove something sharp into her eyeball.

"Carly, why do you always pick this movie? It isn't even very good. There are plenty of movies with Ryan Gosling. Can't we watch one of those? Please?" Freddie's voice almost sounded whinier than Sam's. Almost. Hearing him beg did all sorts of things to her. It would've been kinda cute too if his comment hadn't almost brought Shay to tears.

"Listen Fredbag, it's Carly's choice, alright? End of discussion. Just because you don't want to sit around comparing your inadequacies to the god that is Ryan Gosling doesn't mean Carly isn't entitled to. If you have a problem, go watch Galaxy Wars in your room under your dorky Galaxy Wars covers." She knew it was harsh. She also knew it was absolute bullshit. From experience, it was Ryan Gosling who should be envious, and that took a lot of effort for Sam to say. I mean, we were talking about Freddie, here. The king of the nerds so to speak.

Anyways, she was just glad Carly hadn't picked up on her slip up about Freddie's Galaxy Wars sheets. It wasn't like Sam had ever been in his bed or anything, so how would she know, right?

Sam glanced at Freddie as Carly turned her attentions back to the DVD player. She wanted to survey the damage she had done. Freddie looked hurt to say the least. He also looked extremely confused.

She shot him an apologetic look. The one she had given to him many times before. The one that said it had nothing to do with him and everything to do with Carly. He didn't really seem to understand, but the hurt puppy look he had sported seconds before slowly receded.

45 minutes later and Sam was already regretting being roped into watching this movie yet again. Her gaze met Freddie's where he sat on the floor and she could tell they were thinking the same thing. Suddenly, Sam saw a spark light up Freddie's eyes. The look he was giving her made her downright nervous as hell. She couldn't really tell what he was thinking. Just that it wouldn't be good for her.

"Hey Carl's," Freddie casually stated, 'It's not exactly comfortable here on the ground and I'm getting kinda cold. Mind if I grab a blanket and join you chicas on the couch?"

"Of course not, Freddie. You should have said something sooner."

Freddie stood up and grabbed the soft blanket that had been thrown haphazardly on a nearby chair earlier in the evening. He trudged over to the girls. Carly had already made a seat for him next to her but he surprised them both by lightly shoving Sam over to make room for himself on the opposite end of the couch- away from Carly. Carly looked absolutely befuddled by this new development. Wasn't Freddie supposed to be in love with her?
'What the hell does he think he's doing?!" Sam thought to herself (and she wasn't shy about portraying these thoughts to him when she pinched him- hard) 'He's supposed to act like nothing's changed. Carly isn't stupid. She'll figure out what's going on if dorkwad over here suddenly stops acting like the lovestruck obedient puppy.'

Freddie looked absolutely unaffected by the looks both iCarly leading ladies were throwing in his direction. He casually tossed the blanket over the three of them and seemingly settled in to finish out the movie. Sam relaxed a little as Carly became once again enthralled by the romance on the screen.

"They didn't agree on much, in fact, they rarely agreed on anything. They fought all the time and they challenged each other every day, but in spite of their differences, they had one important thing in common, they were crazy about each other."

Sam almost jumped out of her seat. What felt like a hand had found its way under the covers and was currently resting on her bare knee. She knew it was Freddie's hand, but she was shocked so much by his audacity that she briefly thought it just had to be someone else's palm. She calmed herself. They hadn't set any rules for this thing they had going. They had just agreed that Carly should, under no circumstances, find out. At least not yet. And it didn't look like Freddie was breaking any rules. Carly couldn't tell where his hands were underneath the blanket. Sam struggled to keep her attentions focused on the screen in front of her. Was it suddenly hot in there, or was that just her?

She knew it had been a bad idea to wear his boxer shorts as pajamas to their little movie night. She always wore boxers to bed, Carly knew this, so it wasn't like she was questioned about it or anything. And she didn't have any clean ones to wear (ok, maybe it had more to do with the fact that they smelled like Freddie. So what? Sue her)! She knew she was playing with fire with her wardrobe choice. She had already been turned on just by the idea of wearing them- especially in front of the oblivious Carly Shay. When she had walked into the Shay's apartment earlier that day, the look on Freddie's face had been priceless. She had been about to drag his ass out of there right then and take him roughly against the hallway wall when Carly had come down the stairs to start movie night. So, Sam had reigned it in. By the time they got around to actually watching the movie, all thoughts of the boxer shorts she was wearing went out the window. That was, until now. Until Freddie's hand decided to rest itself on her knee. All of a sudden she was all hot and bothered again, and she just knew Freddie had done this on purpose. She shot him a murderous glare but all he returned was an innocent smile before turning his gaze back toward the movie.

Just when Sam thought she had control over herself once more, she felt Freddie's hand start to lightly squeeze her knee. She looked at his face. He (frustratingly) showed no signs that anything Unusual was happening below the blanket. Sam let out a light breath, almost forgetting how to breathe completely when Freddie's hand started slowly traveling up her thigh. His hand came to rest at the edge of his own boxer shorts and he started to play with the hem. Sam had to remind herself to take breaths, in fear of passing out just from his touch. She quickly glanced over at Carly to find Shay was too busy drooling over Gosling's abs to pay her any attention. She laid back a little into the couch as his hand lightly touched just under where the boxer shorts stopped. Sam snapped out of her reverie. This was going too far. She shot a hand under the blanket as discreetly as she could and stopped Freddie's mind-blowing, but poorly timed progress in its tracks. She tried to shove his hand away but he would not budge. He looked her in the eye for the first time since all of this had started. His eyes had a humorous glint to them but she could tell he was also tryting to let her know that she could trust him. She wasn't so sure, but it didn't seem like she had much of a choice at this point- unless she wanted to blow their whole secret to Carly. So, reluctantly she lifted her hand away. In all honesty, she knew he would have stopped if she had shown any more hesitation. But there was something exciting about doing this right in front of their best friend. A sort of forbidden-ness to the whole thing. Or maybe she just liked knowing that while he had his hand down her pants, Shay was next to her thinking Freddie wanted her. She hated to admit it but it made her even hotter than she already was. Come to think of it, Freddie made her hot just by smirking at her. Something tonight though had her already pressing her thighs together and made it particularly hard for her to stop him. What Freddie didn't know yet- a secret Sam had been hoping to keep- was that Sam had a sort of a… 'thing' for soft blankets. She had always loved the feeling of soft things. Whenever she had a 'dream' about Freddie under one of her soft blankets she always woke up with soaking wet sheets and a sweaty body, and it happened 100 times more often than when she slept under normal sheets. It had always been that way. If it was soft, she would get her hands on it. So when Freddie put that blanket over her bare skin he had no idea he was setting them both up for one of the hottest encounters they had yet to experience. As Freddie's hand continued up her leg he stopped short at the feeling of her wetness already leaking halfway down her thigh. He kept his eyes on the screen but the startled look told Sam enough. She was shocked they were both still sitting here when they could easily be halfway to his extremely dorky Galaxy Wars bed spread by now. Freddie schooled his features as he coated his fingers in her wetness, sliding his middle finger in slow circles on her slick thigh before continuing up her leg. By this point, Sam was practically squirming out of her seat, needing the relief she was sure would be coming any second with how hot she already was. But just before he reached her pussy he stopped moving his hand completely. He just rested it right at the edge. Just short of where she needed him to be. She continued to squirm, letting an indignant growl escape her lips.

"Sam, are you okay?" Carly questioned, concerned. Sam was sure she was flushed beyond belief and was surprised she could even reply to Carly.

"Uhh y-ya Carrlyyy. Just… angry at Allie's mom for not giving her Noah's letters." She managed to stammer out, surprised at her own ability to come up with that lie under the current circumstances. She may have even been proud of herself it Freddie weren't still teasing her relentlessly. Carly turned around seeming to accept her friend's somewhat strange answer. Sam bit her lip, still trying to work her hips in a way that would provide even the littlest bit of friction. Freddie, meanwhile, played the oblivious angel, diligently watching the screen.

Sam shoved her hand back under the blanket, hardly caring if she was discreet or not anymore, and put her hand over Freddie's for the second time that night, daring him to stop her from what she was about to do. He glanced in her direction before he consented and allowed her to roughly move his hand right where she needed it. She struggled not to let out a moan and instead let out a soft sigh of relief- cut short when Freddie's hand started to move. She let out a strangled gasp and was surprised when Carly showed no signs of noticing. Freddie's hand was moving in slow, torturous circles on her clit. Providing just enough pressure to cause a renewed and invigorated wetness but not enough to enact any real pleasure. Sam whined internally at this unfair teasing. She couldn't do anything to make him advance without drawing attention to their predicament. She just had to wait. Finally, he apparently decided he had worked her up enough for he slowly started to slide one finger down her pussy lips. He just barely dipped in. making sure to keep two fingers pressed firmly on her clit. She bucked up into his hand, no longer in control of her body. Sam would have shot him an angry look for making that happen if she weren't so completely enthralled in what his hand was doing to her. Freddie, for his part, kept his eyes glued to the movie, not wanting to risk suspicion from Carly. Sam practically keened as Freddie's pointer finger finally plunged into her. Her hips involuntarily bucked up. So hard, it would have been a miracle if Carly hadn't noticed. But, of course, Sam wasn't lucky enough for miracles.

"Sam, what's going on? Are you sure you're ok? Your face is all red." Carly questioned.

"J-just feeling a l-little under the weather." Sam managed as Freddie continued to move inside of her, unable to keep the huskiness out of her voice.

"You sound weird Sam. Maybe you should go lie down upstairs." Carly said hesitantly, worry evident in her tone. Sam was so far gone she knew she had to get away from there and finish this herself, for it seemed the asshole to her right refused to do it for her.

"Uh, ya maybe that's-"

"No!" Freddie practically shouted. "Uh,… I mean, why doesn't she just finish out the movie with us. This is practically what she would be doing upstairs anyways, she just would be around friends down here." Freddie barely covered.

"I guess you're right, if that's okay with you, Sam?" Carly stated. Sam felt Freddie's hand remove itself from her and a vice like grip was placed slightly further down her thigh. Despite her anger at him for not letting her go, she couldn't help the small buck her traitorous hips made at the feeling of his hand departing. She wasn't going anywhere.

With an (internal) frustrated whine, she consented. Carly still looked concerned but returned her attention to the movie. Freddie's hand immediately took its rightful place at Sam's entrance, two fingers pushing into her clit as his pointer once again began plunging in and out of her. She felt the blanket sliding against the bare skin on her thigh and nearly lost it, just barely with it enough to control herself in front of Carly. With wanton abandon, she attempted to get Freddie to give her more, placing her hand over his and pressing down firmly. The pressure only lasted a millisecond as Freddie immediately tore his hand away from her soaking pussy. She stopped herself in the middle of a whine as he gave her a stern look. She put both of her hands above the blanket before he finally relented and went back to his ministrations. This time, he stuck a second finger inside of her as he gave her clit a hard pinch.

"Oh, God!" Sam moaned.

"Sam…?" Carly gazed at her friend, confused and curious at the same time.

I-i-it's n-nothing. Sss-ah-eriously Carl's. J-just admiring G-gosling's Ah-abssss." Sam stuttered, not even pretending she could control her voice any longer. Carly continued to stare at her friend. Sam was stuck in an internal battle. Half of her prayed he would stop so she could save face with Carly, but the other half hoped to God he wouldn't stop working her up to what she was sure would be the best orgasm of her life. His hand movements didn't even falter, continuing to give Sam a work over she would never forget. Sam's eyes rolled into the back of her head as she ground her hips up into his hand.

Carly could have sworn she knew what was happening to Sam. Not that she would really know. But-… there was no way that could possibly be what was going on! Carly turned her gaze onto Freddie who seemed oblivious to the whole situation, caught up with the action on screen.

"Freddie…?" Carly prodded hesitantly.

Freddie glanced at Carly and then at Sam before shrugging his shoulders in Carly's direction, the shadow of a smirk crossing his features (though Carly didn't notice).

'It must be something else,' Carly told herself. 'There's just no way. It's just a fever or something.' Carly finally convinced herself. Too afraid to move Sam from her current position, Carly blocked Sam out and settled back down to watch the rest of the movie. Though she was fully prepared to fetch her brother if Sam got any… worse. Sam on the other hand, was no longer even aware of Carly's presence. She was completely lost in what that (somehow) skilled hand was doing to her. He rubbed at her clit in quick small circles pinching it every now and then with his thumb and pointer finger while his other three fingers hammered deep into her pussy. He kept up a steady rhythm but he didn't know how much longer he could keep this up. He could feel how close she was. He started to hook his fingers in a come-hither motion every time he reached her depth. Sam ground her pussy into his hand on each downward thrust, hips coming almost completely off the couch. She felt her walls starting to clench around him. So close, she could almost taste it. The pleasure she felt as he continued to grind his hand into her forcefully was already better than any orgasm she had ever had. Her hips pushed up into him jerkily as she pushed herself higher and higher toward release. She was sure she was making the most obvious sounds by now but she couldn't even begin to form thoughts- let alone control her vocal chords. Freddie pushed deeper into her pussy, shoving his fingers in further than ever before, this time twisting her clit slightly as he pinched it. This little adjustment catapulted her over the edge, her release coming in a wave more intense than she thought possible. Her inner muscles spasmed uncontrollably. The orgasm ripped through her, wracking her body with such nuclear pleasure she was sure she would pass out. Her legs straightened out and her toes curled as she raspily moaned out her pleasure. She didn't know how much more of this she could take. Freddie's fingers moved slightly inside of her, causing her already intense orgasm to vigorously and violently reach new heights. She felt Freddie's hand accidentally pull her boxer's slightly down her hips, causing the blanket to come in direct contact with the small tuft of hair between her legs. She just barely contained a scream, hips forcefully bucking in response- her pussy squirting out cum. Finally, the soft satisfaction of completion came over her. She still felt the waves of her orgasm as she came down from her high, but she was also suddenly aware of her surroundings. She wiped her slightly sweaty forehead and turned bleary eyes toward Freddie who currently had a shit eating grin on his face. Sam became worryingly and embarrassingly aware of Carly's presence in the room. Her best friend's face was slightly pink but other than that she seemed intent on focusing on the movie and nothing else. Sam could smell her own sex as Freddie's hand slid out of her, shocking her into yet another orgasm, this one much less intense than the last. A final soft moan escaped her lips as she settled in to finish out what was left of the movie. Perfectly content and satisfied, although still a little out of it Sam should have gotten up. Excused herself to the bathroom maybe. The soft blanket she had found so hot minutes before was now just an uncomfortable and slightly wet nuisance. But she knew there was no way her legs would be able to support her right now, or even within the foreseeable future. She was fuzzily aware that the boxer shorts she had "borrowed" from Freddie were soaked in her cum, but she couldn't be bothered to give a damn in the moment so she curled up under the blanket and watched Ryan Gosling win back Rachel McAdams.

After the movie had (tearfully) wrapped up, Sam somehow got herself up to Carly's bathroom without the girly brunette noticing. It seemed Carly had either really been oblivious to the whole thing or was lying to herself about what had been going on under the blanket. Either way, Sam could care less. Their secret was still safe. As she removed his sticky, wet boxer shorts and took out a spare pair she kept in Carly's room, she felt the familiar buzz of her phone. She reached into her bra and pulled it out, immediately seeing a text from Freddie.

Benson: Any inadequacies from me tonight? Didn't feel like it when you were cumming all over my hand I bet Gosling couldn't make you cum like that. BTW, the second we leave this apartment I'm gonna make you scream again. I'm gonna make you cum on my 'dorky Galaxy Wars sheets' so many times you'll be begging me to stop just to keep yourself from passing out.

Fuck you soon,

Freddie