Characters/Pairing: Blaine Anderson, Sam Evans, Brittany Pierce. Sam/Blaine, mentions of Brittany/Sam and Blaine/Brittany/Sam
Rating: NC-17.
Kinks: Consensual sex, slash, oral, rimming, barebacking.
AN: Here's the final chapter. I'm gonna say it up front, I don't like it. I had so many ideas I wanted to include, but couldn't find a way to fit them all together, so I had to just choose one, and then had trouble introducing it and it was a mess, but it's done! There's some very, very, shallow and rushed badly handled Sam sexuality stuff to start, and I apologize for how lazy it is, but it felt like it was needed to wrap the fic up so I did the bare minimum. I haven't had a chance to really proof read this yet, and it's too late to do it now, but I'll read over it in the morning and fix any mistakes. I'll ramble more at the end, so just try to enjoy the chapter!
It starts to happen pretty frequently after that.
At least once a week, one of them will manage to get their parents out for the night and invite the other two over for some fun. Brittany might not be the sharpest crayon in the shed, but she's pretty sure her inclusion is mostly just a courtesy at this point. Well, at least from Blaine. From Sam, it's more like a safety net, because while he's become more open and comfortable with admitting how much he likes it up the ass, he still always has to be touching Brittany somehow when he comes. It's like he's convinced himself that he's getting off on her pussy, ass or mouth, more than Blaine's cock thrusting into him. But really, he's not fooling anyone.
Blaine isn't rude or mean or passive aggressive or even resentful to her or anything, but she's good at reading people, and she can tell he wishes she wasn't involved. Brittany isn't really sure how she feels about that, because technically, Sam is her boyfriend, and she probably shouldn't want someone else to steal him away, but at the same time, she wants him to be happy. And even if he won't admit it, fucking Blaine seems to make him really, really happy.
But she really likes it, too. She likes watching Blaine pounding into Sam from behind, dumping his load inside of him, and the adorable little blissed out face her boyfriend makes when he's filled. She likes the feeling of Sam's cock sliding along her tongue or inside her pussy, just from the force of Blaine's thrusts, and she even likes it when Blaine lets her fuck him with her strap on while he's doing Sam.
She understands where Blaine is coming from, though, because in a way, she feels it, too. It must suck to get to fuck your dream guy, only to have said dream guy try to ignore the meaning and the feelings of it all. Try to downplay it by rationalizing that a girl helped him get off, when all three of them know that wasn't the case. The more she thinks about it, the more she thinks it really isn't fair to Blaine, or even herself.
She doesn't want to stop their three ways, and she hopes Blaine doesn't really want to either, but she does want Sam to stop hiding from his feelings, and she worries that if they just keep letting him fuck them both, he's going to do just that.
So, when Blaine sits down beside her in History to invite her over to his house tomorrow night, she finally asks him about it. "Are you still okay with all of this? With us, and Sam?"
"Y-Yeah, of course," Blaine answers, but the waver in his voice makes it obvious that he's not being entirely truthful. "Why? You don't want to stop, do you?"
"No, no," she assures him, seeing how worried he looks at the idea of her taking Sam away from him. "No, of course not. I really enjoy our nights together, and I know Sam really does, too. It's just, I feel like you aren't happy with the arrangement. Or, with me being there."
Blaine's features soften when he realizes what she's trying to say. "Britt, it's not that. I don't wish you weren't there."
"You don't?"
"No," he promises. "No, not at all, that would be so-, no, that's not it. It's not about me not wanting you there, it's just that sometimes I feel like I'm the third wheel, like I'm just there as a sex toy for Sam or something."
Brittany's eyes widen at that. "Are you kidding? That's how I feel."
"Do you guys still have sex, just the two of you?" Blaine asks, already knowing the answer. Brittany nods, suddenly feeling weirdly guilty about that. "Well, there you go. It's like I'm just a special treat you pull out on the weekends for Sam, because he likes something you can't give him. I love it when we get together, don't get me wrong, but I don't know. I guess I've just been getting a bit tired of feeling used, you know?"
"You aren't, Blaine, I promise," Brittany tries to assure him, placing a hand on his knee. "I think we both know how much Sam enjoys being with you, he just… He's still scared of what that means, and so he uses me to convince himself it doesn't mean anything. And I know that's not fair to you."
"Or you, either,"
Brittany smiles at him, thankful that he's seeing that things aren't perfect for either of them. "We both care about Sam, right? And we like to make him happy?"
"Or course," Blaine immediately agrees. "He's the best friend I've ever had."
"Well, I care about you, too," Brittany continues, and when Blaine covers her hand with his own and squeezes, she knows he's telling her the feeling is mutual. "And I don't want you to feel like we're just using you, because we're not. Sam's not. Sam is just…"
"He's scared," the boy agrees, nodding his head. It's not like he didn't already know that, but it's nice to know his opinion is valid, and it's not just him feeling hopeful, or trying to rationalize the fact that even though he feels hurt, he'd never even think about stopping their nights together. "I get it, it can be scary, but how can we help him?"
A smile slowly starts to grow on Brittany's lips. "Come to my house tomorrow night, instead, okay? Get there early. I think it's time Sam tries gay sex without the training wheels."
Blaine isn't exactly sure what that means, but it sounds pretty good to him, so he just nods and decides to leave it to Brittany. She's been the mastermind behind this whole arrangement from the start, anyway.
Blaine gets to Brittany's house a half hour before Sam does, and after Brittany explains her plan, they go over what they want to say to him. They don't want Sam to feel attacked or to freak out, but they really need to tell him how they feel so that they can all enjoy their time together without lingering worries or doubts. Sex should be fun and make you feel good, not bad.
When Sam enters Brittany's room and finds his girlfriend and best friend sitting nervously on the bed, he immediately picks up on the tension in the room. "Hey, guys. What's going on? What's with the faces?"
"Sam, we want to talk to you about something," Brittany starts, keeping her voice soft and calm. She reaches a hand out and wiggles her fingers, urging him to come and sit between them. Once he's seated, Blaine and Brittany both take one of his hands to hold. "This isn't a bad talk, don't worry. We don't want you to feel like we're ganging up on you or anything, but we've been talking, and we want to talk to you about some things before we start anything. Okay?"
Sam glances between the two of them nervously, before nodding reluctantly. "Sure, uh, what, what do you want to talk about?"
And they talk. Blaine tells him how he feels like he's only there to get him off, while Brittany feels like she's only being used as a way to prove something. They explain how much his denial is hurting them both, and that while they don't want to push him into something he's not ready for, they've both agreed that they can't keep going along with the way things are right now without getting more hurt.
"We're not trying to give you an ultimatum," Blaine assures him, softly stroking his thumb over the hand he's still holding in his lap. "We just wanted to be honest with you about how we feel."
"No, no," Sam immediately replies, squeezing Blaine's hand before turning to Brittany to give her a weak smile. "No, I get it, and I'm glad you guys told me. I'd never want to hurt either of you, you both mean so much to me. I just, I just get scared sometimes, and I don't know why. I know that liking guys is okay, but…"
"That was when you didn't think you liked guys," Blaine finishes in understanding.
Brittany reaches up and cups Sam's cheek with her free hand, gently brushing the skin with her thumb. "It's okay that you do, Sammy. It doesn't change anything about you or who you are. You're still a super hot, dorky, awesome guy. A guy we both really care about and want to see happy. So just, let yourself be happy, please."
"How?" Sam asks, his eyes pleading with Brittany for instructions. "I want to be happy, too, and I want to make you both happy. Just, just tell me how I can make that happen, and I'll do it."
"It's not something you can force," Blaine speaks up from his other side. "We want you to take the time you need and then tell us when you think you're ready."
Sam looks between the two again. "Ready for what?"
"To have sex with Blaine," Brittany explains gently.
"But," Sam starts, his eyes narrowing in confusion, and his cheeks starting to flush a bit. "But I've already done that."
"Just Blaine," Brittany corrects, pushing some hair behind Sam's ear. "So you can accept that when he's fucking you, it's Blaine that's making you come, and that that's okay. Blaine needs to know that you feel that connection, and I need to know that you're fucking me because you want to, and not because you feel like you need to, and I can't know that until I see that you've accepted your feelings. Does that make sense?"
Sam nods softly, feeling his head start to hurt. He thought he was coming over tonight to get laid, and instead he got punched in the heart. But he's glad though, because he was serious before; he'd never ever want to hurt Brittany or Blaine, so if that's what he's been doing, he's going to do whatever it takes to stop it.
"We're here for you whenever you need us." With a smile, Blaine lets Sam's hand go and pulls him into a hug, opening his arms enough to wrap around Brittany when she presses herself against Sam's back.
Sam spends the next week and a half thinking and stressing and watching gay porn and thinking some more, until he finally feels like he's in the head space he's supposed to be in. He still doesn't know if he's into other guys, or if he's just really into Blaine, but the point is, he's really into Blaine, and after all that stressing and thinking, he can admit that now, without freaking out about what that means. It just is what it is.
Blaine is hot and cute and funny and his best friend and he fucks him so, so well, and he fucking loves it and he loves fucking Brittany, too. When he thinks about that, it's an 'and' now, instead of a 'but'. Now, when he thinks about fucking Brittany, it's just because he likes to, and not because he's trying to not think how much he likes fucking someone else.
It's balanced now, and he thinks that's all Brittany and Blaine wanted.
"Are you sure about this?" Blaine asks for at least the tenth time since arriving at Sam's house. "You're ready?"
Sam smiles up at him from his seat at the edge of his bed, tugging at the boy's belt. "I'm more than ready, I promise."
Blaine gulps and nods, giving him the green light to keep going. His eyes drift over to where Brittany is watching from a chair in the corner, her shirt off and her hand palming her chest. She offered to let them do this alone, but both Blaine and Sam wanted her there, because while it would just be the two of them tonight, it was still about all three of them.
He looks back down at his best friend when he feels the boy tugging his slacks down and helping him step out of them, leaving him in nothing but his briefs. Blaine runs his fingers through Sam's hair and sigh as the boy places wet, open mouthed kisses against his semi hard cock through the white fabric.
"That feels good," he whispers, his head lulling back as his dick grows harder. Sam's lips kiss up and down the bulge, before they trail up to Blaine's stomach, kissing and licking at the delicious skin of his hipbones, as he gently peals the hem of Blaine's underwear down to free some of his cock. His lips travel down again, kissing along the shaft as it's revealed to him. "So good."
Sam smiles through his kisses and pulls the cotton the rest of the way down, capturing Blaine's entire length in his mouth when it springs free. He lets his friend's underwear fall to the ground for him to step out of, and reaches up to grab a firm hold of the his cock. He slides his lips back until they're just encircling his tip, and lifts his gaze to lock eyes with Blaine as he swirls his tongue around the head.
It's hardly the first time he's sucked Blaine's cock, but it feels different now. Brittany isn't on her knees sucking him off as he's doing it, for one thing, but it's more than that. Before, he told himself he was doing it to get Blaine hard, so Blaine could fuck him, but now, as he looks into lust filled dark eyes, he knows he's doing it purely to pleasure Blaine. Well, and maybe for himself too, because to be honest, he really loves sucking Blaine's cock.
"Fuck, Sam," Blaine whimpers from above him, his fingers still running through his hair. He lets himself enjoy that feeling for the first time, how loving Blaine always is with him, even when Sam has been less so. As much as he loves it when Blaine fucks him nice and rough, he kind of wants tonight to be slow and loving. He might not be totally sure of which way he does, but he knows he loves Blaine, and he hasn't done a good job of showing his friend that, and he wants tonight to change that.
He slowly starts to stroke Blaine with his hand, his fist making small pumps as he slides his lips down his shaft, taking more of it into his mouth. As much as he's always been teased about the size of his mouth, he's never been more thankful for it than he is now, as he swallows more of Blaine's cock.
He gets more than half way down before he slides back up, then repeats the process over and over, his hand starting to pick up speed. He stops back at the head and tongue Blaine's slit, lapping up the precum before licking down his shaft again, swallowing as much of it as he can until he feels the tip against the back of his throat.
Blaine's hands hold him in place for a moment, shuddering at the feeling of the boy swallowing around his girth. He marvels at how long Sam can take it before he starts to gag, and immediately loosens his hold, letting the blonde pull back to catch his breath. Even as he's coughing, his hand never stops jerking him, his spit now making his strokes even smoother.
Brittany watches the boys interact from the corner, and she can't help but smile at how cute they're being. Even as Blaine was making him choke on his cock, there was just something playful and sweet about the way they were acting with one another, and it warms her heart, and starts an ache between her legs. She silently shifts in her seat and slips her shorts and panties off, her hand immediately drifting down to rub her clit as she watches.
Instead of taking Blaine's cock back into his mouth, Sam pulls it back and starts kissing and licking at the underside, slowly making his way down to his balls. He's never dared to venture that far down, always strictly sticking to his cock in the past.
Blaine sucks in a deep breathe at the same time Sam sucks a sack into his mouth, and he feels his knees go a little weak at the sensation. He wobbles back a bit before gripping a blonde head for balance, his eye drifting closed as Sam continues to pump his cock with his hand while he sucks his balls into that wonderful mouth of his.
Rolling the sack around his mouth, Sam's tongue swirls around the ball before letting it go with a pop and moving to suck the other one into his mouth and giving it the same treatment. He hums around the weight on his tongue and brings his free hand up and grabs a handful of Blaine's ass, pulling his body closer to him. He massages the cheek with his palm for a moment before he slowly drifts over, his finger finding Blaine's hole and pressing against it.
The brunette gasps at the touch, bucking in Sam's mouth at the sudden feeling. Sam has never gone near his asshole before. He glances up at Brittany to see if she's watching this, and the proud smile on her face tells him she's thinking exactly what he is; Sam is really opening himself up and embracing this experience. Sam never enters him, just makes tight circles around the ring of muscles, but it's still another step forward and he couldn't be more proud.
"Come here," Blaine growls, abruptly pulling Sam to his feet and attaching their lips in a passionate kiss. He wants to convey just how much this means to him already, how much he loves Sam for trying so hard for him. He knows it must have been hard for him to get to this place, but he did it for them, and it means the world to him.
"Mmm, Blaine," Sam moans against his lips, their tongues sliding together in perfect harmony as they kiss. His hands drop to his own pants and he quickly tugs them off, freeing his erection without breaking their lip lock. Sam pulls Blaine's naked body flush against his, their hard cocks slapping together as they fight for dominance.
Blaine's hands trial down Sam's muscular back until they reach his ass and he squeezes, smile into the kiss. "Bed," he manages to huff out as he gently pushes the blonde so he falls back onto his bed. He immediately crawls on top of him, pressing their torsos together as he brings their lips into another heated kiss.
After a moment, he reluctantly moves away, leaving Sam's already puffy lips extra swollen, and starts kissing a path down his neck and chest, stopping to suck on a nipple before continuing down to the abs he loves oh so much. He kisses and licks at the ridges, making sure not to miss a single inch of skin before he moves on, his lips drifting over to his side so he can kiss along the defined 'V' of Sam's hips, that trail down to Blaine's destination.
He kisses along Sam's shaft, much like the other boy did to him, before taking the tip into his mouth, rolling his tongue around the head. His lips slowly slide down Sam's cock, swallowing as much of it as he can, before he comes back up and does it again, slipping and slobbering all over his massive girth.
"Oh, god," Sam groans, lifting his head up to watch as Blaine's mouth works him so fucking well. A shiver runs down his spine at the sight of his best friend bobbing up and down on his dick, and even though it's a sight he's seen before, it feels brand new. He whimpers when Blaine pulls away, but his disappointment is short lived when he's abruptly flipped over onto his stomach and he feels Blaine spreading his ass cheeks.
"Have I ever told you how much I love your ass?" Blaine asks him boldly, eyeing the hole he's dying to dive into.
Sam laughs at his friend's words. "Yeah, you might have mentioned it."
"Good, because it's perfect," Blaine praises him, leaning forward and giving the hole a nice, strong lick.
"Fucking hell," Sam huffs, momentarily clenching at the sensation before he relaxes against the bed. He turns his head so he's able to see Brittany, just as she starts to finger herself and he offers his girlfriend a smile. "Enjoying the show?"
"It's super hot," she tells him with an encouraging smile, her finger rubbing tight circles around her clit. As happy as she is that tonight is all about Sam and Blaine and everything, she really wishes it was Sam's tongue between her legs right now instead of her fingers. "You look like you're enjoying yourself."
Sam takes a moment to answer her, his words caught in his throat as Blaine's licking his asshole. "I am," he admits, his eyes starting to flutter closed at the pleasure shooting through his body.
"Then stop talking to me," she playfully chastises him. "Focus on the cute boy rimming you, duh." Sam laughs at his girlfriend and nods, blowing her a kiss before turning his head to the other side, his gaze landing on the poster of a half naked wrestler instead.
Blaine licks and licks at Sam's hole, until the ridges are softened enough to easily take his finger. He sucks the digit into his mouth before he pushes in, knowing just how slow to go. Once he's knuckle deep, he pulls back out and then right back in, building up a rhythm and then adding a second finger once the hole is stretched enough for it.
"Fuck, Blaine," Sam moans as he writhes around on the bed, clenching around Blaine's fingers and pulling them deeper inside. The boy keeps pumping though, his fingers starting to slide in and out of Sam's hole easier and easier the more he stretches. Soon, he's able to fit three fingers inside and he knows the blonde is ready.
He pulls out of Sam, smiling at the whimper the boy lets out at the emptiness, and gets to his knees, fisting his cock and pumping to make sure he's at full length. "Ready?"
"Y-Yeah," Sam stutters out, pushing his ass out a bit for his friend. He grabs a fist full of his bed sheet and closes his eyes, ready to be entered. "I want your cock, Blaine. I need it inside of me, now."
Blaine quickly lubes them both up and then shuffles forwards on his knees until he's in place, spreading Sam's cheeks with one hand and guiding his cock towards his hole with the other. Once the tip is in place, he moves his hand from Sam's ass up to his lower back, balancing his weight as he starts to push in. He presses forward until he feels the head of his dick pop into place and then he holds his position, letting Sam get used to the intrusion.
Sam clenches tightly around Blaine's cock, waiting for the little bit of pain to pass before he starts to feel the pleasure. Once he's comfortable, he jerks his hips back just the tiniest bit, knowing Blaine will get the message and continue. The brunette does, and soon starts pushing further in, getting about half way before he starts pulling out, only to push right back in, burying himself all the way to the hilt.
"Jesus fucking Christ," Sam cries out, turning his head and moaning into the mattress underneath him. He clenches the bed spread in the same vice grip he has on Blaine's cock, and hisses and moans as Blaine starts pounding into him, giving him no time to adjust.
Blaine starts out with sharp, hard thrusts like he normally does with Sam, before he catches sight of Brittany in the corner, her legs spread as she dips her fingers inside of herself. Then he remembers this isn't about getting Sam off, this is about connecting with him, showing him how much he cares, that this isn't just a physical thing. His gaze drifts back down to the boy beneath him and he starts to slow his pumps down, changing his rough thrusts into long, lingering ones, burying his length as deep inside Sam as he can on each drive.
Sam starts to relax as Blaine fucks him in a soothing, steady pace, sighing each time Blaine's cock hits him just right. He starts to loosen his fists, watching as Blaine's hands slowly trail down his arms and his fingers slip between his, locking them together. He can feel Blaine's front against his back, and he arches up and turns his head just enough to capture Blaine's lips in a kiss. It's the first time they've ever kissed during sex, and it's just another reminder about how different this is from all the other times.
Blaine moans against Sam's soft lips, slipping his thighs between Sam's legs so he still has some leverage to keep pumping his hips into Sam's ass as he'd draped over his back. He can feel Sam against every part of his body, and it feels so much better than everything he has ever experienced in his life, and he can feel his pumps starting to get stronger.
Kissing him is causing too much strain, so he reluctantly pulls away, dropping them to Sam's shoulder and leaving slopping kisses against the boy's sweaty skin. He trails his lips along the tense muscles, kissing and licking all across Sam's back as he continues to pound into him. Missing the connection of their lips, he kisses down Sam's spine until he can't bend down anymore and pushes up into a kneeling position, hesitantly pulling out of the boy.
"Wha-What are you doing?" Sam asks in a daze, twisting his neck to look at the brunette questioningly.
Chuckling at the pout on his lips, Blaine playfully smacks his ass. "Turn over," he instructs, tickling Sam's side until he jumps into action. The blonde quickly rearranges himself, pulling his legs up and twisting his body around until he's flat on his back with Blaine still kneeling between his legs. Blaine reaches forward and grabs a pillow from the head of the bed, and lifts Sam's hips, placing it underneath him so he's angled up. "Better. Now I can kiss you properly," he explains, his cock easily slipping back into Sam's stretched hole as he surges forward to connect their lips.
He can feel Sam's hard cock against his stomach as he lays flat ontop of him, their bodies sliding together with each thrust. Their kisses are sloppy, but passionate, a mix of tongues and moans, as they lose themselves in each other.
Sam feels light headed from everything Blaine, and he hooks his legs around his best friends waist, digging his heels into the boy's back and pulling him closer against him. Any other time they've had sex, Sam has been facing away from Blaine, so Brittany could join, but this, kissing Blaine, feeling his entire body against him as his cock slides in and out of him, this feels so unbelievably amazing, he has hates that he ever denied himself the pleasure.
Wrapping his arms tighter around Blaine's back, Sam arches up into him, his tongue licking at Blaine's upper lip, their movements becoming too frantic to keep connected. Instead, Blaine buries his face in Sam's neck, sucking on the soft skin he finds, while Sam runs his fingers through Blaine's messy hair, cupping the back of his head and pressing his face closer against him.
"Oh, god, oh Blaine," Sam moans, his toes curling as Blaine's dick hits him particularly deep. The blonde can tell that Blaine is getting close by the way his thrusts speed up, and before he can choke out another moan, he feels Blaine's cock swell, his frantic hips stilling before he explodes, spilling his load deep inside him.
Blaine bites down on Sam's neck as he comes, his hips jerking as he empties himself. He can feel Sam's fingers trailing up and down his back, trying to soothe him as he starts to come down, and he sighs into the boy's neck as his body tingles. "Jesus."
"Wow," Sam sighs after him, his eyes fluttering shut as he feels Blaine's cum filling him up. He clenches around Blaine's pulsating cock, milking him of every drop, before he relaxes under him, letting Blaine slowly pull out as he reluctantly pulls himself up onto his hands and knees.
He looks down between them and sees that Sam is still hard. Smiling bashfully, he offers Sam his hand and pulls him up into a seated position, quicky taking his place and laying flat on his back. He grabs at Sam's hips, encouraging him to kneel over him. Sam does as he's told, ignoring the cum that's leaking out of him, and throws a leg over Blaine's chest, guiding his cock into his best friend's mouth.
Blaine swallows most of him in one go, working his cock expertly with his tongue for a couple minutes, until Sam pulls out and starts frantically pumping himself with his fist. He feels that familiar tingling in his balls, and he straightens up and aims, shooting ropes of warm cum all over Blaine's gorgeous face. He jerks forwards a few times, spurting a few more strings until he's finished, smiling his dorky smile as he admires his work.
"Look at you," he teases, slowly unwrapping his fingers from his cock and letting if fall down, limp. "You look hot with a little cum on you."
Blaine laughs and makes a show of licking around his lips, trying to get as much cum on his tongue as possible. Shaking his head, Sam pushes his knees back, leaning down and kisses Blaine's lips softly, before his lips moves over, gently kissing the boy's face and cleaning his cum off of him. Blaine practically purrs as Sam's lavishes him with kisses, waiting until his friend is finished before he pulls him back down for another kiss. Sam shifts over Blaine, laying himself ontop of him as they cuddle into each other and continue to kiss lazily, Sam stopping to let his lips wander every once in a while.
Brittany comes quietly in the corner, a blissful smile on her face as she watches her boys. She wants to ask Sam how he liked it and how he's feeling and even considers going over and joining them, cuddling into Sam's other side, but she decides to just leave them be. Tonight, right now, this is their moment, one that's been a long time coming and that means so, so much to all of them. She wants nothing more than for them to enjoy every second of it, together.
There will be plenty of time for questions and talking and cuddling tomorrow, and the next day, and for a really long time after, she hopes.
So are the three of them in a relationship now? Are Blaine/Sam allowed to have sexytimes whenever they want without Brittany? Who knows, that's up to you, I guess. I had requests to have Brittany pegging Blaine so he had his chance to be in the middle, and as much as I thought that idea fit, I couldn't see the fic ending in any other way but pure Blaine/Sam sex, so I went with it. Hope it was okay and thank you for reading my first attempt at slash! Hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. There's a good chance I'll write more Blam or Blam/Brittany in future, so if you want more, let me know!
