Author's Note:


Nope, I'm not stoned, and this isn't a duplicate posting. I listen to my critics! ;-)

After some thought, rereading, and deliberation, I decided that some of you were right, and that the little "joyride" at the end of the chapter really didn't feel right to me either. I went back and forth for a while since it was already published because I don't usually like to edit once it's been posted because it becomes sort of my own version of canon. That said, in the end I decided that "Damn it, I'm NOT the fracking idiot producers that write the actual show and it is my own damn version of canon!"

Therefore, improvements await you below!

ENJOY! B-)


I know I said at the end of the last chapter that it would be party time ... well some unfinished business reared its head.

So, enough from me ... on with the show!

Don't know anything, don't know anyone, and certainly don't own anything. (I wish though!) Please feel free to review with constructive criticism, etc.

09 - The Talk


Dave sat in his truck as he waited for Sam to get done at the restaurant. He was all smiles as Sam came bounding out the door waving to Beth.

Sam climbed in and leaned over as if to kiss him, but he stopped. "Hold on," he said, and reached into his pocket and grabbed the case for his glasses and placed them inside. "No distractions," he said grinning.

Dave laughed and leaned over and kissed him. "So how was your day?"

"Great, I saw Blanche and Selma again," Sam laughed. "They asked about you."

Dave laughed. "How are they?" The older lesbian couple had seemed to have adopted them like grandsons or something, asking about them both whenever they saw either of them. They were regulars at the Italian restaurant, coming in at least once a week, and Dave had even seen them in the bookstore several times.

"They're great," Sam said. "Lively as ever, I hope I'm half as spry when I get to be their age."

Dave laughed. "Hey did you guys get the call about Blaine's little shindig?"

Sam nodded. "They invited the whole family, even Stevie and Stacy."

Dave frowned.

"What's wrong?" Sam asked concerned.

"I ... I love Stevie and Stacy to death, you know that." Sam nodded. "But we just can't ... be ourselves when we're with them."

"Yeah, I know," Sam said. "Well, Mom just said to keep it on the low until they could talk to them. Maybe I'll ask them if we could go ahead and do it."

"I don't want to rush it if they're not ready."

"No, they're old enough to at least get the boyfriends part, I'm not touching the sex part, but then I'm not discussing that with my parents either..."

Dave laughed. "Just as long as you don't have a problem discussing it with me." He leaned over and kissed him again.

"Nope, not a one," Sam said smiling as they broke the kiss. "I just wish we could find a little privacy so we could ... experiment a little more."

"You and me both." Dave started the engine but only pulled over into a more deserted area of the lot away from the lights.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, I just wanted to talk for a minute."

"Okay."

"Are you okay with everything the way it is? I mean, I'm out. I pretty much took care of that whole thing in a major way." Sam smiled. "You kind of have the luxury of backing out if you want to; you're not really out to anyone but the glee club."

Sam shook his head. "Stop. It's okay."

"It's not," Dave said. "You're bi; you can just stick to the straight part and not have to deal with all of the shit..."

Sam grabbed the side of his face and turned him so that he could look him in the eyes. "No, I can't. I could hide the gay part of it, but then I wouldn't have you anymore and I'm not doing that, not unless it's kicking and screaming." Dave smiled and Sam leaned over and kissed him.

The kiss got deeper and more passionate. Dave reached over and unbuttoned a few of the buttons on Sam's shirt and snaked his hand inside. He dusted his hand over his pecs and smiled lightly through the kiss as he felt Sam's abs ripple as he inhaled sharply from his touch.

Sam pushed his hand beneath Dave's polo and dusted over the light fuzz beneath. Dave moaned as he reached a nipple and gave it a gentle squeeze. Dave reached for his seatbelt button, but Sam stopped him. He pulled back and looked at Sam questioningly, but Sam just smiled.

Sam leaned over and kissed him again as his hand slowly made its way from his chest to his knee. Dave moaned again as Sam's hand slowly traced its way from his knee, along his inner thigh toward its goal. Dave strained against the seatbelt as he bucked up into Sam's hand. Sam managed to loosen the seat belt just enough to free Dave's pants and slowly unfastened them.

"Sam," Dave said breathlessly.

"It's okay," Sam whispered in his ear. "Just relax."

Dave shuddered as Sam rolled his balls and then gently stroked his erection. His head fell back against the rear window of the truck as Sam's lips touched his neck. Dave's moans grew louder as Sam picked up the pace.

Dave's breaths came as pants and his body jerked as Sam kept pace and then, "S ... Sam! I..."

At the last moment Sam grabbed a bar towel that was rolled up in his apron and wrapped Dave's member in it. Dave jerked as he came into the towel. He shuddered as little tremors hit him as Sam cleaned him up.

"Oh my God," Dave said through his pants. "Come here please," Dave said as he pulled Sam closer and kissed him again. "What was that for...? Not that I'm complaining, but..."

"I missed you," Sam said.

"We see each other every day?"

"Not, like that..."

"Oh," Dave said. Dave refastened his pants and reached over for Sam, but a set of headlights shined through the windows.

"Not now," Sam said shaking his head. "We don't want to get caught."

"But..."

"It's okay," Sam said. "I'm happy that you're happy." He smiled at Dave as Dave gave him a disappointed look. "It's okay, really." He leaned over and kissed him.

Dave sighed, put the truck in gear, and headed for Sam's house to drop him off.


"Hey, Mom," Sam said entering the kitchen of their new home. It was quite a bit smaller than their last one, but anything was better than the single hotel room that they'd been sharing before his dad found his new job.

"Hey, honey," Mrs. Evans, said as he kissed her on the cheek. "How was work today?"

"Great, even made some pretty good tips," Sam said smiling as he perched on a stool to watch her as she finished cooking dinner. "We had a big party come in and Zack and I split it." He grabbed one of the strawberries she was slicing for dessert and popped it in his mouth.

"Stop that," she said swatting at his hand. "You're gonna ruin your appetite."

"If working in a kitchen all day hasn't ruined it yet, I think we're safe." He grinned. "Hey, Mom, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, honey," she said as she slid the last of the sliced strawberries into the bowl with the rest. She left a few 'stuck' to the board and slid it toward Sam winking at him.

He smiled and popped them into his mouth. Once he'd swallowed them, he turned on the stool to face her. "Where are Stevie and Stacy?"

"They're out back playing."

"Good."

"What's wrong honey?"

Sam shook his head. "Nothing's wrong, I just... Dave and I were talking earlier about that barbeque that Blaine's throwing over at Mr. D's. Are we all planning on going?"

"Yeah, I think it'll be nice to all get to go and get to know one another. I mean, we and Dave's family certainly have a lot in common and so do Blaine and Kurt's families."

"That's kind of what we were talking about."

"Okay, shoot," Mrs. Evans said as she leaned against the counter and looked at him.

"Well, you asked us to keep our relationship under wraps until you could talk to Stevie and Stacy, and we have gladly, but..."

"Oh..." she said. "With them there you guys can't..." She nodded. "You feel up to talking to them tonight?"

He looked sort of shocked.

"I told you I wanted you to be in on it," she said smiling at him.

"I just don't know what I could add, or what I'd feel comfortable sharing with them."

"We're not teaching a Sex Ed class ... yet," his mom assured him. "We'll just go over the difference between who some people are attracted to and how some people are different."

"Okay, I guess I can handle that," he smiled looking a little relieved.

"We don't need to have that Sex Ed talk do we?"

"Uh, no. Told you, not going there with you or Dad."

"Um hmm. I have a feeling that you and Dave already had it while you were on your trip." His eyes grew wide as he stared at her. "Come on, you were both extremely happy when you got back."

"That could have been the modeling thing ... or Spiderman in my lap."

"No, paychecks don't get anyone that happy, there's only one thing that leaves a smile that big on a man's face. Though if Spiderman had been in your lap that might have done it ... but I doubt Dave would have been happy."

Sam's jaw dropped as he blushed. "I am not talking to you ... anymore ... ever!"

She grinned as she walked over and kissed him on the cheek. "By the way, I think your check came in. There's an envelope in there on the table from H. Chelle Ray Photography."

His eyes lit up as he grinned. "Cool!"


After dinner and dessert, Sam helped his parents with the dishes and then the three gathered around the dining room table once again and called the two youngsters.

"Is your homework all done?" Mr. Evans asked.

"Da-ad," Stacy whined. "It's summer; we don't have homework over the summer, silly!"

"That's right," he said snapping his fingers. "I keep forgetting!"

"Are we in trouble?" Stevie asked. "'Cause if we are, I didn't do it!"

"No you're not in trouble," their mother said. "We just wanted to talk to you."

"We just wanted to talk to you about boyfriends and girlfriends a little bit," their father said.

"Okay, that's easy, don't have one," Stevie said, starting to get up.

"Sit down young man," Mom said laughing.

"Do you mean how Sammy was going out with Quinn?" Stacy said. "I liked Quinn, she was nice and she liked to play dolls and put on makeup."

Sam smiled at her.

"Did you know that sometimes people don't just go out as a boyfriend and a girlfriend?" Dad asked. "Sometimes it's a little different combination."

"You mean when two guys or two girls date one another?" Stevie said.

"Yes," Mom said.

"Yeah," Stacy said. "Sometimes they even stay together. My friend Kelley has two moms and I think Sam's friend Rachel has two dads."

"That's right, she does," Sam said.

"What do you think about that?" Dad asked.

"I think it's kind of sad that they don't have both," Stacy said. "But it's okay as long as they get to do things together like other families.

"You guys know Sam's friend Dave, right?" Dad said.

"Yeah, Dave's cool," Stevie said.

"Yeah, he used to take us over and let us play with our other friends from the other house before we moved," Stacy said.

"Are you guys trying to tell us that Dave's gay or something?" Stevie asked. "'Cause if you are, I'm cool with it, Dave's a cool guy. Can I get back to my game now?"

Sam scratched his head as he shifted rather uncomfortably. "You got half of it," he said. Stevie looked at him. "What would you say ... if Dave were gay ... and that ... I was his boyfriend?"

Stacy looked at him and tipped her head to the side. "But you were with Quinn, so you like girls not boys."

"Yeah, can you be gay and like girls too?" Stevie asked scrunching up his face.

"Actually, I like both, that's called being bi," Sam said. They looked at him confused. "I like people, not boys or girls, so as long as I like the person, I don't really care if they're a boy or a girl. I liked Quinn, but it didn't work out. And since then I've started to like Dave. Is that okay?"

"Yes ... as long as you really like him," Stacy said. "But you don't like him as much as you liked Quinn do you?"

"Yeah, I do," Sam said sounding confused himself. "Why do you say that?"

"Well, you used to hold hands with Quinn and you'd kiss her sometimes when you thought we weren't looking and stuff."

Sam laughed. "I do that with Dave too, we just haven't been doing it around you guys because we didn't know how you would feel about it."

"Oh," Stacy said thoughtfully. "Well if you like him like Quinn and you want to hug and kiss and hold hands, go ahead. I did like Quinn a little better, because she liked makeup and played Barbie's with me, but Dave gives good piggy back rides, so ... I guess he's okay."

Sam and his parents laughed.

"Was that all?" Stacy asked. Her parents nodded. "May I go play again now before bed?" They nodded and she left.

Stevie still sat there. He still had a confused look on his face.

"Are you okay with this Stevie?" Sam asked him.

"Yeah, Dave's cool ... and if you two are boyfriends ... that's cool, too," Stevie said. "I just don't think I get the difference between gay and bi."

"Well, if you're gay, you like guys and that's all you like, and if you're bi, you like both," Sam said.

"Yeah, but if you like Dave now, aren't you gay now since he's a guy?" Stevie asked.

"Well, yeah I guess when you put it that way, yeah. While I'm with Dave then I'm gay too just like he is," Sam said.

"It really doesn't matter," Stevie said shaking his head. "You're still Sammy and he's still Dave." He still had a confused look. "It's just that most of the other gay people, like that you see on TV and stuff are more like your friend Kurt ... they act ... different. You and Dave don't act like that."

Sam looked over at his parents and they both shrugged. "Well, everybody's different. Uh... Oh ... you know how Puckerman is always acting big and bad, and Finn is a little nicer most of the time." Stevie nodded. "They both like girls, but they both act different. And Artie is more laid back and kind of 'geeky' while Mike acts cool and smooth and dances all the time." Stevie nodded. "It's just like that, everyone is different. The TV and stuff just kind of get stuck on one way of showing things and they don't always get it right. Kurt acts a little different, but his boyfriend Blaine is a little more like me and Dave, he's kinda in between."

"Okay, it's just a little confusing," Stevie said.

"Well you got it right earlier," Sam said. "It doesn't really matter what you call us, gay or bi or whatever, we're still just Sam and Dave, and just like we always have been."

"Okay, cause you're cool as is," he stopped to think about something. "Does this mean he'll be spending more time over here?"

Sam looked at his parents. "Maybe..."

"You think we can toss the ball around and stuff?"

"Are we both on the football team?"

"Yeah."

"Then duh!"

Stevie smiled. "Can I get back to my game now?"

"Sure," Mom and Dad both said.

"Thanks little man!" Sam yelled after him.

"Night Sammy!" he yelled as he rounded the corner into the hall.

"You doing okay, kiddo?" Dad asked him.

"Yeah, had me scared for a minute there, but..."

"I think it went well," Mom said smiling at him.

"I'm gonna go call Dave and tell him how it went," Sam told them as he stood and walked over between them. "Night guys," he said as he leaned down and kissed them both on the cheeks.

"Night, honey."

"Night, kiddo."


Sam closed his door and walked over to sit on his bed. He gave it a little bounce and frowned. It was a twin, just like his old one, but it just didn't feel the same. He hadn't broken in the springs yet he supposed. At least it was better than the rollaway he'd been on in the hotel. He grabbed his phone from the charger on his nightstand and held the speed-dial button with Dave's number programmed in.

"Hello my gorgeous hunk!" Dave said with a grin in his voice.

"Hello yourself ... stud?" Sam said laughing.

"I got something in the mail today from Chelle," Dave said. "Did you?"

"Yes I did," Sam, said smiling as he looked at the envelope sitting on his desk.

"So ... does this make it official?" Dave asked. "Can I actually make the claim that I'm dating a male model?"

Sam blushed. "I guess so, but so can I, right?"

"I don't think the catalog shoot counts as much as the portfolio layout though," Dave said, "and she only took one of me during that one."

"We had that talk with Stevie and Stacy," Sam said, trying to change the subject.

"Yeah? How'd it go?"

"Great," Sam said. "Apparently Stacy preferred Quinn because she played Barbie's and used makeup, but you'll do since you give good piggyback rides."

Dave laughed. "Glad I made the grade!"

"Stevie said that we're both cool, so were all good, but he'd like to toss the ball around more."

"Okay, I think I can handle that, I'll just have to practice trying to do it while carrying Stacy on my shoulders."

Sam laughed. "She'd absolutely love it!"

"So... Are you in your room?"

"Yeah," Sam said nodding.

"Do you have the door closed?"

"Yeah, why?" Sam said suspiciously.

"So... What are you wearing?" Dave said with a grin in his voice.

"The same thing I was when you saw me last time, I just changed my work shirt out for a tee?"

"That's too much..."

"What?" Sam said laughing.

Dave sighed as he rolled his eyes. "Are you ready for bed?"

"Yeah?" Sam said shrugging.

Dave laughed. "Do me a favor stud ... stop trying to figure out and just listen and do..."

"Okay..."

"You're wearing way too much ... take off your shirt, your pants ... basically everything but your boxers."

"Uh..."

"Less talking ... more doing," Dave said laughing.

Sam grinned, finally catching on. "Gimme a minute," he said, shaking his head as he put down his phone and did as instructed. He removed his clothes and tossed them over the back of his desk chair, then sat on the side of his bed again and picked back up the phone. "Okay ... down to my boxers, now what?"

"Hey, where's that towel you used in the truck?"

"Oh, crap!" Sam said, "I meant to throw that in the wash!"

"Where is it?" Dave asked smiling.

"Over on my chair," Sam said curiously.

"Go get it," Dave said grinning.

"What are you...?"

"Less talking, more doing," Dave said again.

Sam went and grabbed it. "Okay, I got it?"

"Good, now lay on your bed."

Sam did as he was told. "Okay, I'm here."

"Just lay the towel down beside you, and then, I want you to take your other hand, and start at your chin, and run your fingers down your chest all the way down to your boxers."

Sam started to do it, but felt funny. "I can't do this!"

Dave sighed. With a glance at his door, he turned off the lamp on his nightstand and lay back on his bed adjusting his pillow. "Turn your lights out and go ahead and get into bed."

Sam did so and stared at his ceiling. "Okay, done. I still feel kinda..."

"Shh. Just close your eyes and listen to my voice," Dave told him, his voice just above a whisper. He swallowed hard, his mouth starting to dry out as he grew more excited. Slowly and quietly, Dave repeated the commands. "Do what I told you before, don't think about it, just close your eyes and do it. Take your hand and start at your chin, run your fingers along your throat and down your chest, all the way down to your boxers. "

Sam closed his eyes and just concentrated on Dave's voice. He did as Dave instructed. Sam felt his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed, then ran his fingers down across his chest. He could feel goose bumps as his light touch brushed over the naked skin.

Dave could hear Sam's breathing change as he relaxed and just did as he was asked. "Now, just very lightly, move your hand up your abs to your chest. Can you feel them ripple as you breathe in?"

"Um hmm..."

Dave gulped. He was hard again instantly remembering the feel of Sam's beautiful abs. "Run your hand over your chest, and then circle your left nipple with one of your fingers." He pursed his lips.

Sam licked his lips and moaned as he traced around his nipple as Dave told him.

Dave heard Sam shudder and almost dropped his phone. "That's it," Dave said, his voice was barely a whisper and he was trembling slightly. He wasn't sure if it was nerves or excitement. "Now, really slowly, move your hand back down to your boxers ... run your hand over 'em and let me know if you're hard yet."

Sam moved his hand down. He let out a little chuckle. "Oh, I'm hard alright."

"As hard as you were in the truck earlier?"

"Baby, if I was this hard earlier, I would have busted my zipper out."

Dave smiled. His own erection pulsed at the thought. "Good." He let out a shudder. "Uh ... now, I want you to reach up through the leg of your boxers, and pull your balls out."

Sam smiled as he did as Dave asked; his discomfort had been replaced by sheer excitement.

"I want you to roll them around ... and pull on the hairs."

Sam moaned and whimpered as he compiled.

"Oh God," Dave thought as he gulped again. "Tug on your sac and then roll 'em around again."

Sam moaned again and Dave shifted as his erection strained at its cotton bindings. "I...is your cock still in your boxers?"

"Barely," Sam whispered before swallowing hard.

"Okay..." Dave was breathing heavily. "Uh ... pull it out through the same leg ... but don't touch it other than to get it out."

Sam groaned. "Please Dave," he said, his breathing heavy as well.

Dave's erection throbbed at the sound of Sam begging. "Mmm... With one finger ... start at the root and slide up the underside, up that little groove that the tube makes under your shaft, and ... let me know when you're at the head."

Sam was panting now. "Un hum, t...there," he whispered breathlessly.

"G...good, n...now I want you to rub across your chest."

"Dave!" Sam said almost whining.

"Do it for me baby," Dave said quickly, brushing his hand across his own erection.

Sam did so, letting out a whimper as his erection throbbed.

"N...now ... I want you to circle your right nipple and pinch it." Dave bit his lip as he waited.

Sam did it and let out a noise somewhere between a whimper and a whine.

Dave couldn't stand it anymore himself, he was surprised that Sam had the control to not touch. "Is your dick leaking?" Dave asked, pulling his own erection out of his damp boxers.

"Oh yeah," Sam breathed through his pants.

"Mine is too," Dave said. "Go ahead baby ... s...stroke your cock for me. Let me hear you stroke it."

Sam panted, exhaling in time with his strokes.

"Good baby, that's it. I'm stroking too." Dave found himself matching Sam's rhythm. "It's my hand on your cock ... and your hand on mine. Can you feel me?"

Sam moaned through his pants as he pictured Dave doing the same thing he was and soon he was fighting to get out his words. "D...Dave ... I ... I..."

"Th...that's it... Oh God baby," Dave said, swallowing hard as he stroked himself. "C...come for me, baby." Dave was panting heavily as he stroked. "I want your spunk mixed with mine on that towel! Come on! Come for me!"

Sam felt his balls tighten, as his body tensed. His toes curled and he drew his knees up arching himself off the bed as he let out a choked scream. He dropped his phone as his body spasmed, writhing in sheer pleasure. Rope after rope of cum splattered across his chest and stomach.

Hearing Sam, Dave came as well. "Oh God!" Cum covered his belly and his hand as he continued to pump. He dropped his phone as well as his body shuddered.

Sam lay there panting; he slowly released his member, his body jolting again as he accidently brushed its head. Once he could find the strength he reached for the towel. After a while, Sam started laughing as he fumbled for his phone.

"You okay?" Dave asked once he'd managed to get his phone back to his ear.

"Oh, yeah," Sam said still laughing. "I just can't believe we just did that."

"Hey ... after what you did for me in the parking lot, I had to do something for you."

"Well, I'd offer you the towel..." Sam said as he wiped at his chest and stomach. He giggled as he sat up and realized that his softening erection was still leaking cum onto his thigh.

"That's okay, I grabbed some tissues before we got started," Dave said laughing.

"I love you," Sam said.

"I love you too," Dave said. "I'll see you in the morning baby."

"Bright and early," Sam said. He smiled and shook his head as they hung up. "I cannot believe we just did that," he said to the ceiling as he lay back down. He rolled over, put his phone on his nightstand, and then tucked the towel into the drawer so it was out of sight. Shaking his head again, he pulled the sheets up and adjusted his pillow, then closed his eyes with a broad grin across his face and drifted off to sleep.


End note:

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