CHAPTER FOUR: LIMITS

Sam loved having so many of his friends at home again. He hoped he would be able to convince some of them to stay even longer or at least come home more often. But for now, he would have them here for the week until the benefit performance that weekend. On this particular night, he walked out of the kitchen of his small one bedroom apartment and carried four beers; one for himself and one each for Blaine, Ryder, and Jake.

"So I have to tell you dudes what happened today," Sam began as he handed out the beverages before sitting next to Blaine much closer than he was to Ryder on the other end. Ryder and Jake were not surprised at all by the fact that Blaine still seemed to cuddle into Sam's side even after all these years. It didn't matter to them that he was married. They were just Sam and Blaine, the bestest of best friends. No one seemed to care (except for maybe Blaine's husband).

"You hooked up with one of your ex-girlfriends?" Jake half-joked. Unlike so many of the others, Sam had stayed in touch with both Jake and Ryder. He kept up with both of them as they went to their new schools to when they went to college at the University of North Carolina and roomed together. Jake studied dance performance in the School of the Arts and Ryder studied theater while playing football. Now Jake had just finished a tour with the American Ballet Theater Company and Ryder finished his Master's in theater performance. So Sam expected jovial pokes at his social life from the boys.

"No, I didn't," he snapped back quickly. "And may my dick fall off if I ever fall for any of them again." Blaine choked on his beer at the point.

"Don't worry, Blaine, he doesn't mean it will actually fall off. It's just an expression," Ryder both covered and picked on Blaine with the same statement.

"Thanks, Ryder, I figured that," Blaine rolled his eyes as he blotted the wet spots on his sweater vest with his handkerchief. "Sam what happened?"

"Well, it's really two things. First, Mr. Schue called me into the office to let me know that Smythe Industries made a ten million dollar donation to the school to cover our expenses for ten years including adding the faculty members that we need with the expansion," Sam revealed.

"As in Sebastian Smythe?" Blaine connected the dots.

"He and his dad and their company," Sam continued. "But I think a lot of it came from Sebastian. He was actually at the school this afternoon. I didn't talk to him, but Mr. Schue did."

"Didn't you and that guy hook up in high school?" Jake raised his eye brow at Blaine.

"No he didn't," Ryder corrected him. "But he wanted too."

The two boys clinked their beer bottles together appreciating the fact they could still complete each other's jokes.

"I did not. I never had sex with Sebastian," Blaine defended himself.

"Hmm," Sam hummed into his beer bottle.

"What?" Blaine feigned hurt by his best friend's noise.

"You're right. You didn't fuck him, but that doesn't mean you didn't think about it or want too," Sam smiled as he kept drinking.

"Okay, look, I'll admit it. Sebastian was hot in high school and I may have had a moment or two when I considered it, but I was with Kurt and had no intention of cheating on him," Blaine blushed so hard. He was embarrassed at the notion of some of his dirty laundry seeing the surface.

"Well don't worry about it. He evidently has eyes for me now anyway," Sam said non-chalantly as he got up and walked back into the kitchen. He reached into the refrigerator and pulled out three more beers and placed two on the table before opening another one for himself. "That's the other thing I wanted to talk to you about."

"What? The boy billionaire wanting to ride your jock?" Jake joked.

"Not exactly, but he did offer me money for a picture of me naked," Sam stated matter-of-factly.

"What?" Blaine was opposed immediately.

"Dude, how much?" Ryder wondered.

"$5,000," Sam said as he leaned further down in his seat a little worried how his boys would react to the news.

"Just naked or like naked and ready to go?" Jake questioned.

"Are you going to do it?" Ryder thought aloud.

"If he doesn't I will. It's $5,000," Jake scoffed.

"Of course he's not going to do it," Blaine stated before turning to see the way Sam looked at him which made him question his friend. "You're not are you?"

"I already did," Sam admitted before his eyes turned to Jake. "And yes he wanted one with my soldier at attention."

"I can't believe you did it," Blaine almost sounded hurt but only Sam caught it.

"Why not? He's a school teacher. $5,000 is like three months' salary. You probably wouldn't understand that with you Broadway lifestyle," Jake defended him.

"How did all of this come about, Sam?" Ryder wanted to know the whole story.

Sam took the next ten minutes to retell the boys the events of the afternoon.

"So not only does Sebastian have a naked picture of you, he has one of Mr. Schue too?" Blaine had crossed his legs in front of him. Jake noticed.

"Are you jealous?" he prodded.

"Leave him alone, Jake," Ryder defended his older friend but he couldn't help but giggle a little about it as well.

"He knows I'm kidding," Jake smiled at Blaine. "You do know I'm kidding, right? You know I'm not trying to be mean. It's been a lot longer since we've hung out with you."

"No, I know," Blaine smiled back, but he wanted to stun the boy as well. "And to answer your question I'd probably say Mr. Schue. He's a hot daddy and I've already seen Sam naked a hundred times."

"What?" it was Ryder's turn to choke on his beer.

"He did room with me for the year I was in New York and trying to be celibate dating Mercedes," Sam admitted.

"And we shared a room," Blaine added. "Lots of masturbation on his part."

"Uh, yours too. It wasn't like Kurt put out a lot," Sam defended himself. "I saw you doing it too. The difference is I walked back out and locked the door. You stood and watched until you knew I knew you were there."

Blaine blushed again making all three of his friends laugh out loud.

"It's okay, man. I like an audience. Otherwise I never would have been an underwear model," Sam couldn't help but laugh.

"Dude, do you know how many of those I see in ballet dressing rooms?" Jake continued laughing.

"Jerk off to any?" Sam winked at him. He missed the old days when the four of them would just egg each other on to see who could come up with the worst insult.

"No, but he got plenty of offers to get jerked off among other things when all those ballet boys found out he was friends with you," Ryder filled in another piece of the puzzle.

"And who told them that?" Sam asked already knowing the answer.

Ryder just raised his hand and tried not to laugh.

"Did you ever take any of them up on their offers?" Blaine asked and the other three fell silent. Blaine didn't realize it was a taboo question. Straight guys pick on each other but never ask the obvious question. Both Ryder and Sam knew the answer they just wondered if Jake would confide in Blaine. Instead, he took a different route.

"None of them offered me $5,000." He smiled and the tension that was there broke as he returned the conversation. "Which means you should watch out, Sam. Once Sebastian has seen your unit, he's going to want to take a ride on it."

"Or at least blow you," Ryder added. "What are you going to do if he asks that?"

"Maybe you should ask for another $5,000. I'd probably do it for that," Jake determined.

"Would you really?" Blaine questioned. It surprised him.

"Give me $5,000 right now, Blaine, and I'll take you in Sam's room and rock your world," Jake winked at him and Blaine honestly couldn't tell if the younger Puckerman was being serious or not.

Actually, Sam and Ryder weren't sure either.

Blaine turned his attention to Ryder hoping he'd help talk some sense into his impressionable best friend. "What about you, Ryder? You wouldn't do it would you?"

"Honestly, I don't know," Ryder admitted. "I just finished grad school. I'm broke and unemployed. $5,000 could get me through the summer. If I didn't have to do anything but stand there while . . . I mean I don't know. I guess I'd have to think about it."

Blaine gulped. That wasn't the answer he wanted to hear. "Sam?"

"I don't know. Would you, Blaine?"

Before this conversation, Blaine would have never said yes, but now . . . no, he still couldn't say that. His answer surprised him. "It wasn't one of my best moments, and believe me I'm not trying to be hurtful, Sam, but my answer hasn't changed since I said it eight years ago in the choir room. I'm not for sale."

Sam stared at him surprised that of all the moments in their past, Blaine would pick this one to remind him of his stance. It was literally the only negative moment in their history.

"I didn't say that to hurt your feelings, Sam, I promise. I just meant that I don't think my answer has changed since then. I wouldn't judge you or anyone else if you wanted to do it. I just don't think I could do it."

"Do you think this Sebastian guy would want to see me naked?" Jake asked Blaine.

"Excuse me?" Blaine questioned why he was being asked.

"Well like you're saying to Sam, I mean no offense, but you are the gay guy in the room and you know this guy better than any of us," Jake did this for two reasons; to show Blaine his "no offense statement" still hurt Sam, and because he was curious at the answer. "So tell me. As a gay guy, would you or this Sebastian guy want to see me naked?"

"Sebastian would I'm sure," Blaine admitted and all four guys in the room knew he'd deleted the other half of the answer on purpose.

"I could ask him tomorrow," Sam suggested. "Mr. Schue texted me and said Sebastian is bringing me my money for the picture tomorrow. I could see if he'd want one of you."

"We could take one now," Jake turned his head to Blaine. "You could take it for me on Sam's phone and let me know if he'd like it or not."

"You're really going to do this?" Ryder questioned. Not because he was surprised, but because he was considering it himself.

"Look, if I don't nail my next audition and get on the summer tour of ABT then I'll be unemployed too. And it's just a picture for some rich boy to get his rocks off with. No harm no foul for me," Jake stood up and pulled off his t-shirt. "You cool with me taking this in your bathroom, Sam?"

"No, man, go ahead," Sam said handing his phone to his friend.

Jake turned around and smiled at Blaine as he pulled out his belt and unzipped his pants. "I'll let you know when I get the big guy ready, Blaine, and you can come take the picture."

He dropped his pants and stood there in his white boxer briefs. Blaine couldn't help but stare and wonder if it wasn't ready yet, how much bigger did it get?

Jake walked into Sam's bathroom and shut the door.

"Are you really going to do it?" Sam was curious. He knew his best friend. He knew Blaine had always been curious about both Jake and Ryder, but he just had a feeling he would find an excuse.

"I don't have a problem with taking the picture, I don't," Blaine wasn't sure if he was reassuring Sam or himself. "But I know Kurt would have a problem with me taking that picture, and I need to honor his feelings. I think I should probably call him to come pick me up."

Before Sam or Ryder could say anything he was already sending the text.

"Do you still want me to come and watch your choir tomorrow morning because I really want to see what you're doing with them," Blaine changed the subject.

"Of course, I do. You know I want your opinion before we perform for all the alumni, but Blaine, you don't have to go. Jake is just messing around with you. We will totally stop if you're feeling uncomfortable," Sam insisted.

"Totally, Blaine, we're just playing around. I forget you haven't done this with us in a long time. The four of us haven't hung out like this since high school. We'll totally be cool. I'm sorry if I made you feel bad," Ryder really felt bad. He thought they were just kidding.

"No, it's not you three at all. I just think it's different when you're married, and Kurt is on his way to get me, so tell Jake to smile pretty for Sebastian and I'll see you guys tomorrow," Blaine noted as he picked up his things and headed for the door.

Ryder went to say something else, but Sam just nodded his head to leave it alone.

Blaine stood outside Sam's apartment with his back against the door. He'd never been so tempted to cheat on his husband in his life. Three of the hottest men in his entire life all talking about getting naked right there in front of him. He was proud of himself for not doing it because he really wanted too.

Kurt would have to make it up to him.