So this chapter is a companion piece to Chapter 3 of the Night and Days of Kurt Sequel. It follows right after that chapter. And not a lot happens, but I don't want to risk this in the story and have it removed. And so pretty much every time that I cut off from a sex act in the actual story, then I will post here. So I hope I will post a lot more now that I have the sequel going. So enjoy.

Night #45

SAM

"You're serious." Sam's eyes go wide as Kurt runs his hands under Sam's shirt and play with his nipples.

"Why wouldn't I be?" Kurt ask with a devious grin.

"Wouldn't-" Sam snaps his mouth shut and hisses as Kurt starts palming his dick through his jeans.

"What was that Sammy?" Kurt teases as he slowly lifts Sam's shirt up with his free hand.

"Wouldn't-" he grinds his teeth again when Kurt moves his shirt enough to free his hard nipples to the cool air of the house. "He-" Kurt leans down and blows on Sam's nipple, still keeping eye contact with Sam. "Kurt." Sam whimpers. "What about Noah?"

Kurt stops blowing and sits back to straddle Sam. "And what about Noah?"

"Well shouldn't he be here for this?" Sam says before Kurt can distract him again. "I mean, we've only done stuff like this once and he was here for that."

"Well." Kurt leans down as he pretends to think. "Don't you remember what we talked about this past weekend, after we did 'stuff.'?" Kurt makes air quotes.

"Umm." Sam gulps as Kurt starts slowly grinding his own crotch into Sam's. "He said-umm . . . he-"

"He said." Kurt interrupts him. "That we can go to second base. For now." He adds on with a smirk. "And if we do go further, well then we can only kiss and tell with the boyfriend who wasn't there. Now-" Kurt starts unbuttoning his own shirt. "We can just suck each other off-" Kurt offers as he finishes his buttons and lets the thin stripe of his chest be shown to Sam. "Or we can get Noah hard tomorrow after we tell him about the nasty-" He lets his shirt fall off his shoulder. "Raunchy." Kurt opens the top button of his jeans and unzips. "Dirty." He thrust his hands into his own boxers and moans. "And sweaty sex-" He looks down and stares into the soft green eyes. "That I really want to have right now. Now." Kurt picks his shirt back up. "If you don't think that you or Noah will like that, then I will take my leave now." He goes to put his shirt on, but Sam reaches out and stops him.

"You're a sex fiend, you know that?" Sam growls.

Kurt lets go of his shirt, uncaring about it touching the floor, and starts unbuttoning Sam's jeans. "And you care why?"

Sam growls and pulls Kurt down for a hard kiss. Kurt runs his hands up the built body and grabs the bottom of the shirt that is pooling around Sam's neck.

"Up." Kurt mutters as he pulls back from the kiss.

Sam grumbles at the loss of his boyfriends lips, but holds his arms up for Kurt to slide his shirt off. Sam leans up and attaches his lips to the pink nipple displayed on the pale canvas before him.

"Sammy." Kurt moans out as he arches his back.

Kurt brings his hands up to hold on the blonde hair. He hears Sam chuckle below him as the blonde's hand slowly drift down Kurt's sides. Kurt grunts when the hands are removed before being slapped down on his hips. Kurt thrusts his hips forward and bites his lip.

Kurt growls before pushing Sam away. The boy flops back onto the couch and smiles seductively up at Kurt. Kurt runs his hands down the golden body placed before him. He pinches each nipple hard and smiles when his boyfriend groans. He lets his fingers graze over the sculpted abs. Kurt leans down and gives an experimental lick. He bites down quickly after. Sam hisses and bucks into Kurt's chest.

"You know what?" Kurt smirks as he licks his way up Sam's chest. "We're not going to do anything tonight."

"What?" Sam whines before Kurt kisses him softly.

"No." Kurt reaches down and slowly rubs Sam's bulge through his boxers. "We're going to save that for Noah." Kurt bits down on Sam's bottom lip. "But I am going to make you cum. Just for me."

Kurt presses down hard on Sam's cock and Sam whimpers. Kurt smirks before leaning down and attacking his boys neck. He bites softly before bitting down harder as he speeds his stroking on Sam.

"Kurt . . ." Sam pants. "Please."

Kurt moves to Sam's ear. "Come for me Sammy."

Sam squeezes his eyes shut and gives his hips on last thrust into Kurt before cumming. Kurt continues to run his hand slowly over the wet boxers, shivering when he feels each rope of cum almost hitting his hand, but stopping because of the boxers.

Kurt chuckles as he sits back. He holds his hand up to show Sam.

"You've got power cum Sammy." Kurt chuckles. "You shot right through your boxers."

Sam can barely shrug as he keeps panting. "You're fault . . . too damn sexy . . . mine."

"Yes." Kurt leans down to give Sam another kiss. "Yours and Noah's."

Sam nods as Kurt picks up his shirt. "Where are you going?" Sam pouts.

"I have curfew." Kurt smirks as he slides his shirt back on. "You can make it up to me tomorrow."

Sam nods and lets his head fall back onto the couch. "Love you."

Kurt leans down for their last kiss of the night. "You too."

I hope I'm getting better at writing this stuff. I'd like to think so. And sorry about how short it is, but I hope to make them longer in the future. This side piece actually contributes to the story. So let me know what you think.