A/N- Mid-Superbowl, I had the urge to write. This is the result.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, but if someone were to put it up for grabs and I were a billionaire I would.
Kurt hated the tradition of slapping asses in football. Not because he didn't like it, but because it made the other football players avoid him like the plague. Sure, it's alright for a straight guy to practically molest another guy in the middle of the field, but if Kurt did it... apparently that was illegal.
Needless to say, that meant no one slapped Kurt's butt either. Because that would 'make them gay' or something. No matter how many times Kurt said being gay wasn't contagious, or called them out on their strange sports habit, his teammates wouldn't listen.
So Kurt got the surprise of his life after one mid season game. Sam walked up behind him, cupping (not slapping, cupping) his uniformed ass and whispering, "Nice job out there." Kurt was lucky he still had his helmet on to mask the blush creeping across his face. Then Sam had run into the locker room. No one saw a thing.
Kurt didn't know if it was just him, but this seemed... suspicious. Very, very suspicious. I'm going to get to the bottom of this.
He walked up to Sam, who had just started changing. "If you thought that was nice, meet me out on the field when everyone's gone. I'll show you how well I can play." He didn't intend for it to sound so dirty, but by the mischievous look on Sam's face he knew that it had. Kurt blushed again and fled to his locker, changing as fast as humanly possible.
Sam walked out on to the field, his gray v-neck clinging to his chest. He hadn't bothered to shower after seeing how quickly Kurt had left. He didn't want to waste any time. Sam watched as Kurt lined up the football and ran back. He gave it a sharp kick, and the ball flew amazingly far. "You've got quite a kick there."
Kurt turned quickly. He hadn't noticed Sam yet, and the blonde had surprised him. "Thanks." He ran a hand through his perfectly styled hair, smiling with obvious embarrassment. "I've gotta go get that." Kurt took off running, and for some reason, Sam needed to run after him. Kurt's slender legs carried him down the field, and he grabbed the football before Sam was anywhere near him.
Standing there, holding the football, Kurt assumed Sam was just going to stop next to him. He didn't expect the quarterback to plow into him, knocking them both into the grass. The air was knocked from Kurt's lungs as he stared at the boy on top of him. Sam was breathless too, but for a completely different reason.
The blond closed the gap between them, pressing his lips to Kurt's while the boy beneath him tried to catch his breath. Kurt yelped in surprise, but closed his eyes and let whatever was happening run it's course. Sam grabbed at Kurt's hair and held tight while Kurt moaned into Sam's mouth. The had to break apart quickly, the kiss making both need oxygen even more than before. Sam smiled widely down at the kicker. "I should've grabbed your ass a long time ago."