Mercedes sat in silence as she watched Sam and Cole chatting happily with each other. She wanted to join in with the conversation but couldn't bring herself to. Instead, she watched intently as the two men interacted. Sam was gorgeous as ever and his full lips were constantly pulling into his winning smile. Every once in a while he would draw Claire into the conversation. Was he flirting with her? She couldn't quite tell. Even if he was, he would be barking up the wrong tree. The only reason Claire had come with her brother tonight was because her girlfriend was currently away on business.
Sam did this to her every single time. He would pitch up and charm her friends. And then she would feel obligated to make new ones once he had tainted them. That's what had happened the last time she had lived in LA. This was her third attempt to make a home here and she was determined to make it work. The first was after graduation. She'd worked as a backing singer on a record label while Sam finished high school. It had been hard. The summer before she had left they'd spent every moment they could together creating carnal memories that were firmly seared into her brain. They knew that it was never going to work long distance. They knew that they would have to break up when she moved away. But until that point they intended to, and did, make the most of their relationship. And at the end they kissed one last time and set each other free, promising to remain friends.
Sam had been the first to move on. Apparently he'd 'always been into Brittany'. It was a bare faced lie and the dancer was the only one dumb enough to believe it. Before they were officially together, Brittany and Santana had prided themselves on being the loosest girl in the school. They were both known for being into some freaky shit and Mercedes didn't blame Sam for being curious. Sam missed sex. He liked it, a lot, and so did Brittany. It was inevitable that they would find their way together. She was pretty, popular, had combatible sex drive and was dumb enough to actually be convinced that he cared about her. The relationship also served the purpose of pissing off Santana who was the only person who had the nerve to suggest to him over the Thanksgiving visit when they helped the Glee club with their Grease production, that maybe he should try harder with Mercedes and not ignore her as if the two of them had never existed. It wasn't any of her business and Sam hated the idea of her interfering because it touched a nerve. He ignored her because it had hurt too much.
Mercedes had taken a little longer to get into things, finally having one too many shots and hooking up with someone at in closet at a party on the day they finished the album. It wasn't even a great fuck and she never saw the guy again. Nobody knew that the moment she left after their encounter she'd thrown up into a trashcan outside and cried for three days straight.
That was six years ago. Mercedes had become more of a rolling stone since then, going wherever the work took her. For the first four years she roamed California, living in San Francisco, San Diego, Stockton and even a short stint in San Jose before returning to LA. She and Sam did make an effort to maintain their friendship after he finished high school but was hard. They innocently kept up with each other on Facebook, but Sam kept insisting on coming to visit. And whenever he did they would end up in her bed. Every single time. And whenever she went to visit her parents in Lima she would end up in his bed. The last time she was there she had outrightly lied to her parents saying that she was only down for the weekend. She'd actually spent entire three days holed up in a hotel room with Sam having endless and vigorous sex until the embarrassed hotel manager had had knock on the door and speak to them due to complaints about the noise. Sam had then driven her back to the airport for her parents to 'collect' for their 'weekend'. She had blamed her physical discomfort that weekend on a urinary infection and they seemed to believe it.
Due to the distance they never officially got back together. Technically they were both free to date other people but when they did but it never lasted long. The longest relationship Mercedes had was on her second stay in LA. She'd found a great girl to room with called Caitlin and a hot boyfriend called Joe. Then Sam had turned up. This time he hadn't even said he was visiting. He just called from the airport to say that he was there. But this time she was determined to be strong. Joe was a good guy. And she genuinely cared about him. Obviously she didn't feel the same way about him as she had with Sam but there was definitely something there. And that something enough to mean that for the very first time she was able to resist Sam's advances. It was wrong of him to just randomly pitch up and expect her to drop her panties whatever her relationship status. She knew that he had checked himself into a hotel and had expected her to follow him there that night. The expression of hurt on Sam's face at her rebuttal of his advances still haunted her to this day. She should have left it there but she didn't. The power went to her head and she'd rubbed his nose in it, being all touchy feely with Joe in front of him and teasing him for his then lack of a girlfriend. It wasn't fair and it wasn't right but it was her way of protecting herself. Caitlin had tried repeatedly over the evening to tell her that she was being unfair to him but she refused to listen. Sam would be leaving soon and she was finally over him once and for all. It felt good to finally be free.
That night she'd woken up in the early hours of the morning to sounds coming from Caitlin's room. She had left the club early with Joe and they had come back to her have sex before he headed home. She assumed that Caitlin had met someone at the club after she'd left and brought him back. Despite herself she found herself listening as giggles became murmurs, murmurs became groans, groans became grunts and gasps and a rhythmic thumping of the headboard. Her fingers had slid their way between her legs as the sounds of sex made her relive her time with Joe just a couple of hours before.
"Oh yeah… FUCK!"
Her hand froze mid stroke as she heard the voice. It was muffled through the wall but there was no mistaking Sam's deep Southern sex voice. The sound of it cut her to the core. But she had no reason to be angry. Sam was free to fuck whoever he liked and Caitlin was a really nice girl who had been going through a bit of a dry spell. Mercedes had a boyfriend who satisfied her so it was none of her business.
Yet somehow there was a difference between knowing Sam fucked other girls and actually hearing it with her own ears. Especially when it was with someone she knew. Someone she knew just the other side of a thin wall! She turned over in frustration and groaned as she pulled a pillow over her ears but it made no difference. Caitlin was getting louder and knowing Sam they weren't going to be finishing anytime soon. She was angry, turned on and now her hips were moving against the bed, rubbing her clit against the mattress. It felt so wrong and yet she found she couldn't help thrusting her hips onto the bed in time to the rhythmic thumping that was coming from the next room wishing that she was the one Sam was fucking in there. She wondered what position they were doing it in and if he had ripped Caitlin's panties or just pushed them aside. Soon the friction wasn't enough so she slipped one of the pillows between her legs and raised her right knee to open herself up and create a better angle. It would still take her a while to get off like this without her fingers but Sam Evans wasn't a man to rush things in the bedroom so she knew she had plenty of time.
She eventually came with a whimper, her face buried in the comforter, shame filling every cell of her body.
Even before her breathing returned to normal she knew what she had to do. Within an hour her bags were packed. There was no way she would be able to look Sam or Caitlin in the face after this.
It was Sam who had seen the note first while attempting to sneak out of the apartment before Caitlin or Mercedes woke up. At first he didn't believe that Mercedes was really gone on the first plane out of State. Then he'd seen the check on the table for 2 months rent and his legs gave way as he realized she truly was gone for good.
"Earth to Mercedes!"
"Wh-what?" She was suddenly brought out of her thoughts by Cole's smiling voice.
"You were totally zoned out for a moment there babe. I was asking what you wanted to drink. I'm getting the next round."
"Oh. Sorry! I'll have the same again thanks." For the life of her she couldn't even remember what she had been drinking.
She ignored the fact that Claire was staring intently at her as she gathered her thoughts then slid out of the booth to let Cole out.
Snap out of it Mercedes! It may have taken over a year but you and Sam did patch things up. And now he was back to being an arrogant sexy little piece of shit.
The second she slid next to him after Cole had left she felt him place his hand on her knee, gently stroking the inside of her thigh, his face totally impassive as he continued to talk to Claire without pausing or even changing his tone.
Two can play at this game! She immediately grabbed him mid-thigh under the table and squeezed hard. Credit where credit was due the guy didn't even blink.
"So Claire, do you have a boyfriend?" Mercedes finally thought she heard an edge of tension in his voice as he asked.
"Nope." Mercedes rolled her eyes. Sam had the wrong question and would probably never figure it out.
"So you're into girls then?" Damn him!
The blond girl smiled. "You could say that!"
"I knew it!"
"Why? Because I wouldn't fall for your flirting?"
"I wasn't flirting!"
"I should hope not. Because I clearly heard you say that you were taken earlier." She said the words lightly but her eyes were trained on Mercedes as she said them.
For the first time Sam shifted in his seat, feeling that Claire could somehow see right to the core of him. He wondered if she had somehow worked out what he and Mercedes had been doing outside. "So have you and Mercedes been friends long?" He had to ask a question to cut the tension that had suddenly built up in the last few seconds.
"Not really. Our musical genres are very different so we only got to know each other recently at a work event. We've only hung out a couple of times before today. But I like to think I'm a good judge of character and I don't like to be proved wrong. Mercedes just like the rest of us isn't perfect, but she is an awesome person."
"I don't disagree. That's why we've been friends for so many years." As he said the word 'friends' his hand stroked the inside of her thigh and moved fractionally higher, "and Cole seems to think highly of her too."
Mercedes' breath hitched at the mention of her man and she stared hard at her empty glass for a second before recovering herself and smiling. "Yeah he does. That's why I knew that you guys would get along just fine!" She felt Sam's hand move higher and immediately felt the need to change the subject "So are you guys coming clubbing with us afterwards?"
"I'm not sure. I'll see what Evan wants to do." She paused for a moment then addressed Sam. "So where are you staying while you're here?"
"I'm crashing at Cedes' place."
Claire's eyebrow arched. "Are you sure that's a good idea?"
Mercedes smiled brightly and Sam quietly choked as she palmed the bulge in his jeans under the table. "Yeah it's fine. I'm spending the night at Cole's and Mai will be at Tony's so he'll have the place all to himself!"
Sam's ears reddened slightly. This was not what he had planned at all! "But Cedes, I thought we were going to sit up in our pajamas drinking cocoa and reminiscing about the good old days!"
She squeezed tighter and looked him in the eye. "No Sam. I think you're confusing yourself with Kurt."
Claire raised the eyebrow even higher. It was almost as if somehow she knew what they were doing under the table. "And Kurt is?"
"As gay as gay can be! He went to school with us." Sam inched his hand up higher underneath her dress and then turned to face her, putting on hurt expression. "But I really thought that we would have more time together!"
"We'll do lunch together tomorrow. Cole can't spend any time with me this weekend."
"That's his loss. Anyone with a girlfriend as hot as you should be making the time!"
"Oh please. You're the lousiest boyfriend ever! If my boyfriend travelled the length of the country to visit some girl he used to know I wouldn't be happy!"
"Aw come on! You know it's not like that. We go way back and you're practically married!"
Mercedes couldn't hide her shock at that statement. She knew for a fact that Sam didn't know about Cole until he had arrived today and had caught him up in conversation which meant that he had seen very little of their interactions. Plus the thought of being married to Cole should have made her happy. But it didn't. It was having precisely the opposite effect. She tried to think of a smart reply but failed, instead opting to up the torture on his restrained cock before turning back to Claire. "What do you think? Would you be jealous if you were Sam's girlfriend and he went off to visit some other girl?"
Sam silently growled as she unzipped his jeans and felt her way through his boxers, releasing his straining cock.
Claire appeared to think about the question for a moment. "To me it would raise questions about the levels of commitment in the relationship."
Sam let out a frustrated sigh which was a result of more than just the conversation. "Look, we haven't been seeing each other long. There isn't that kind of emotional attachment there yet."
This time Claire shot him the hard look. "But have you fucked her yet?"
He blushed. "I don't see how that's any of your busine-"
"Then there is an emotional attachment. Girls don't just fuck and leave." She shot them both a hard look before saying, "Playing with emotions is a dangerous game."
The words hung in the air momentarily. Sam bit his lip and suddenly removed his hand from Mercedes' leg. She instantly missed the feel of it there and pressed her thighs together again. He stared at Claire and said coldly, "You don't know shit about my emotions."
Her reply was instant and equally cool. "And neither do you!"
Mercedes looked at them both, confused as to why their tone had suddenly changed. All she knew was that she could clearly feel that Sam was no longer as turned on as he had been moments before.
"So what did I miss?" The all suddenly jerked their heads towards Cole who had arrived with fresh drinks. Mercedes went to stand and let him sit back next to Sam who was now panicking because she'd left his cock hanging out of his jeans and it would be impossible to discreetly put it back, but Cole shook his head. "You stay there. I bet you guys have loads to catch up on and I've been holding him captive with my conversation so far this evening."
Sam heaved a sigh of relief as Mercedes slid back down next to him. Things were not going as planned at all! Mercedes was supposed to be falling at his feet right now, but so far he was dealing with a cockblocking boyfriend and a girl who had gone from attractive to insightful, scary and slightly threatening within moments. He took comfort, however, in the memory of what had taken place in the room at the back, together with the fact that Mercedes had been playing with him under the table. Boyfriend be damned, she still wanted him!
Besides, he had made a promise to himself about what was going to happen on that couch in her living room. And he had every fucking intention of following through on it.
"So Sam," Cole broke his thoughts and he welcomed it, "tell us some funny stories about Mercedes in high school!"
Sam laughed. "Yeah. Well there's a few of those!" He ignored the death glare that Mercedes shot him and continued speaking, "My personal favorite was the time she smashed some poor guy's car windows because she thought he was cheating on her!" Mercedes' hand was back on his cock but this time the feeling of her squeezing hard wasn't so pleasurable. "But the thing is, not only were they not even going out, he also turned out to be gay!"
Cole shot him a surprised look and Mercedes looked like she wanted to die. "Oh my god Sam! Why did you have to go and say that. You weren't even at McKinley at the time!"
"Let me guess, Kurt?" Claire sounded bored but neither Sam nor Mercedes could work out how she figured it out so fast.
"I'm not really jealous like that honey!" Mercedes was quick to reassure Cole who seemed confused by the whole thing, "I was just going through a lot of stuff at the time and released it all the wrong way." Cole nodded but stayed quiet.
Sam felt guilty for creating bad feeling and quickly tried to think of something else. He nudged Mercedes on the arm and grinned, "Hey do you remember the Night of Neglect?" He leaned past her and made eye contact with Cole, "She totally went diva on everyone. Made a list of absurd requests then ran out crying to her car minutes before she was supposed to go on stage."
Cole's eyes widened and he stared incredulously at Mercedes. "Nooooo! Baby tell me you didn't!"
Mercedes grinned and lowered her head before raising her right hand, "Guilty as charged. Lauren was doing her best to boost my ego that day and I have to admit that I did get a little caught up in the whole thing and ended up taking myself a little too seriously."
"But you performed like a true diva Mercy." He turned back to Cole. "She sung 'Ain't No Way' and I swear everyone in the auditorium had goosebumps!"
"Yeah, all ten people!"
"It didn't matter how many there were. It was amazing. And you looked stunning in that sparkling little black dress with that fluffy thing," he wiggled his fingers above his head, "in your hair."
She felt his cock twitching in her hand at the memory and she began to stroke it, rendering him momentarily silent.
Cole shook his head in disbelief. "I can't believe this is the same quiet Mercedes that I know."
"I'm not sure anyone knows the real Mercedes," said Sam, struggling to keep his composure as she swept her thumb across his tip, "She keeps a lot hidden away from people."
Mercedes fought back a smile as he returned his hand to her thigh. "How's Stacy and Stevie?"
"They're good. Stevie is quite the charmer and Stacy's gotten really tall. I'm going to have to get a shotgun for when the boys start coming knocking. They start young these days!"
"Wow! They grow so fast!" She lifted his hand from her thigh and placed it on his cock with hers over it, effectively getting him to stroke himself. She saw his eyes flicker but she pretended that she didn't notice. She had every intention of making him suffer for leaving her frustrated. "I can't believe I used to babysit them and play princesses with Stacy."
Sam let out a small groan which made Claire raise an eyebrow while Cole remained oblivious. But he covered it up well. "Oh, and the current Glee club just came first at sectionals."
Mercedes smiled. "It's good to know the New Directions are keeping the traditions going!"
"Yeah!" Sam didn't think he would be able to speak anymore, not without screaming 'shit' or 'fuck' or 'harder'. She literally had him begging and he would punish her for this later, if only he could get through right now. Luckily relief came in the form of Cole's phone ringing. Looking at the caller ID he quickly frowned and excused himself to take the call.
Everyone else had vanished from the booth and now only the three of them remained. Claire shot Sam and Mercedes a look that had Sam utterly convinced that she knew exactly what was going down under the table. With an annoyed sigh she finally made a move to get up. "Excuse me, I need the bathroom and I need to see where Evan's got to." With one final look back as she slid out of the booth she was gone.
"Merc-"
"Shhhhh! Don't. Make. Noise." Mercedes brought her finger to her lips in a gesture for him to hush before sliding from her seat and rapidly disappearing under the table.
Before he knew what was happening his hand was moved and replaced by a very wet tongue which was working its way up the thick vein at the bottom of his cock all the way to the tip.
"Fuck!" He all but shouted the word and Mercedes shushed him harshly from underneath the table. If they were going to avoid getting caught he needed to keep his mouth shut. He slid down slightly, spreading his legs wide and giving her more room to maneuver. She responded by taking his tip into her mouth and sucking on it like it was a popsicle while massaging his balls with her hand. Then he groaned quietly to himself as she slid him in and out of her mouth pushing slightly lower down after each withdrawal until he could almost feel the back of her throat before hollowing out her cheeks and sucking him just the way that she knew he liked. He gripped the edge of the table so hard that his knuckles turned white, but he knew that he had to because the temptation to grab her head was strong and if he messed her hair in public there would be hell to pay. He knew he wouldn't last long which was good because they didn't have long. Any one of their table guests could return at any moment. And if it was Claire there was no saying what she might say or do.
"Oh shit!" he muttered as he felt that familiar feeling, alerting himself to the fact that he was just about to cum. "Aaaah… Gaaaah!" He felt himself spurt into her mouth and she caught every drop, milking him try and licking him clean as he softened before pushing him back in his pants and zipping him up.
"Are you okay?"
He didn't realize that he had closed his eyes and now Claire was back and about to slide back into her seat. "Yeah. I was- er- just thinking about something."
"Where's Mercedes?"
"Right here!" Her head popped up from beneath the table and she slid back up into the seat. "I dropped one of my earrings and it took ages to find due to a certain person not helping me." She held out her hand to Claire and showed her the silver hoop which she had thoughtfully remembered to remove before coming up from under the table. "And not only that, his stupid great big foot was right on top of it so it took ages to find!"
Claire opened her mouth to make a comment but was stopped short by the arrival of Cole. He didn't look so good. "I'm sorry guys but I have to leave. My son's not well. Abbey says he has a fever and she's not sure if she should call the doctor. I'll have to join you for clubbing another time."
It sounded like a lame excuse but that was more than okay for Sam. It meant that Mercedes was going back to her own bed tonight and he was going to join her in it. And on top of the comforter. And under the sheets. And against the headboard. And maybe even crossways, slightly dangling off the edge of it…
"I'm sorry Mercedes." Cole leaned over and kissed her on the lips.
"It's ok. She needs you. Go be with your family."
Sam shot a questioning look at Claire who mouthed the word 'married' to him. Of all the things he would have expected Mercedes to get involved with, a married man was not one of them!
"I need to freshen up. I'll follow you out." She took off after Cole without even turning round to look at Sam who was still shocked by the latest turn of events. He was about to start pumping Claire for more information when Mai and Tony returned to the booth.
"Where are they going?" Mai asked, jutting her head towards the departing couple.
"Cole's kid is sick so he has to see his family", said Sam nonchalantly, as if he had known about Mercedes' relationship setup all along.
"So does that mean that clubbing's cancelled?"
"Evan wants to go home so we're out and Jayda vanished about an hour ago," said Claire "but Sam and Mercedes are still up for it."
Sam noticed the flicker of annoyance on Mai's face but pretended that he didn't as he listened intently to her whispered conversation with Tony.
Mercedes returned with freshly reapplied lipgloss. "So what's the plan guys?"
"We're going clubbing" said Mai quietly. "Tony and I will meet you there." She pulled her man behind her and they were gone within seconds.
"Well that was rude!" muttered Mercedes. "If they had waited two minutes we could have shared a cab!"
"I don't think they wanted to share", said Sam unhelpfully. He turned to Claire. "Well it was a pleasure meeting you", he said, knowing that the statement was only 75% truthful.
"Likewise", she replied.
It didn't take long to hail a cab but Mercedes stiffened as Sam gave the driver her apartment as their destination. "But we're going clubbing! We can't just leave Tony and Mai alone!"
"Yes we can. They haven't gone clubbing. They've gone home to fuck."
"They wouldn't!"
"Well they just did! Why do you think they were so desperate to take their own cab?"
"But I thought-"
"You thought wrong. Besides," he ran his hand back along the inside of her thigh just as he had done earlier before raising his hips and fishing out her panties from his back pocket. Brought the scrap of fabric to his nose and sniffed loudly before grinning at her. "You and me have got some unfinished business of our own to take care of…"
Yes. In my headcannon Sam has a fetish for damp panties. And I refuse to give it up for anyone.
