Trouty Mouth and the Leprechaun
Author's Notes:Last chapter sure was crazy, wasn't it? I'm sure some of you are wondering why I took this story the route I did. In season 2 we saw how Kurt was bullied for being different; being gay. He was able to take one option that many kids may not be able to afford: going to private school. Rory had no choice but to stay, and I wanted to show what may happen to a student who is bullied and things go way too far. I was fortunate – I was able to take Kurt's route and change schools but not everyone is so lucky and I hope that any of you reading this story who is bullied in any way, are able to have the resources available to them to survive and press on.
Recap: The shit hit the fan when Azimio attacked Rory in the gym, sending him to the hospital. Everyone was worried but after a fashion he was all patched up, now he's just waiting for his parents to come visit and so he can be released from the hospital and that's what you missed on Glee!
-ooo-
Episode 10: And the World Came Crashing Down, Part 3
Wednesday
"Mr. Pierce called while you were in the shower," Rory told Sam as he came out of the bathroom. "My parents will be here at ten."
"That gives you about two hours. I'll ask the nurse if we can clean you up," Sam suggested. He left the room and came back a minute later. "Anna said you're cleared for clean off."
He opened a cabinet and pulled out a plastic tub and disappeared into the bathroom. When he returned, the basin was filled with hot water and he was carrying a plastic baggie with a bar of soap, a wash rag, and a towel. He shut the door and pulled the curtain, just to be safe.
"Okay champ, off with the ball gown," Sam joked, reaching behind him to untie the strings and pull off the gown.
"I look awful!" Rory exclaimed, noting that there was iodine stains on his body, and a few small splotches of blood. Mostly he just felt dirty. "I don't want you to see me like this," he complained, pulling the sheet up over himself.
"Oh stop that. I've seen you naked, remember? I'm gonna give you your sponge bath and you'll feel better. Or would you rather have the nurse do it?" Sam teased. Rory slowly shook his head. "I didn't think so."
Sam pulled the sheet off of him and wet the rag, got some soap, and started on his feet first. He slowly moved up his legs, making sure to be extra gentle on his shin. "Does that hurt?"
"Just a little. It feels like it's bruised really bad."
"I guess you can always ride on Artie's lap until you can put pressure on it," Sam said with a grin.
Rory rolled his eyes. "You are not funny, Sammy. He's nice, but yours is the only lap I plan to sit on."
"Good to know," Sam replied. He moved on and continued to wash all the way up to his waist. He behaved himself, not teasing the injured boy as he washed around his crotch and rear. When he got to the surgical site, he hesitated.
"Go ahead. I know you won't hurt me," Rory encouraged. Sam pulled back the bandage and dabbed around, making sure it was clean but not irritating it. After he was done he placed the bandage back on top, letting out a deep breath.
"Okay, that was nervewracking. I don't think I can bring myself to do your face though."
Rory took the cloth from him and gently dabbed his own face, the swelling having gone down more, but it still incredibly tender.
"Okay, you're done, you're making me nervous," Sam said, taking the rag from him. He took the towel and dried him off, then helped him slip on some boxers and pajama pants.
"Just leave the gown top on so they can get to my shoulder," the teen instructed when Sam pulled out a tee shirt for him.
A knock on the door signaled breakfast. Sam had gone to the cafeteria and gotten himself a muffin and some fruit and juice. Rory again had a breakfast of eggs, toast, and orange juice. By the time he was finished bathing, eating, and the nurse had gotten his vitals, they heard another knock on the door.
"Hello? It's mommy, looking for me son Rory," a soft feminine voice announced.
Rory looked over at Sam. His parents had arrived.
-ooo-
The three Flanagans, peered into the hospital room that housed their son and brother. His mom ran to his bedside, ready to throw her arms around him and hug him, but he quickly warned her to be careful.
Tears of joy filled the woman's eyes as she finally got to see her son, albeit injured on a hospital bed. "Oh son, how could this happen! This is so awful! Horrible!" she went on and on. Her husband finally calmed her down.
Sam watched, confused, as both Mr. and Mrs. Flanagan spoke in much thicker accents than Rory, making it difficult to understand them. His brother, Seamus, didn't say a word but merely stood by his father's side, eyes wide. He couldn't have been any older then twelve.
"How d' ye feel son?" his father asked.
"I'm okay, pap. They are taking good care of me. Especially Sam," he answered.
"Sam? Your friend from choir?" his mother questioned. "That's kind of him. That's a true friend there, son."
At that point, Sam interrupted and introduced himself. "Hi, I'm Sam Evans. Fellow glee club member and best friend." He shook hands with both adults, smiling.
Mrs. Flanagan threw her arms around him. "Oh ye wonderful boy! Ye' been taking care of my boy, oh thank ye'!" Sam politely hugged her back, giving Rory a look that read 'is she always this crazy?'
Seamus finally left his father's side and stood at the edge of the bed, looking at his older brother. Rory reached over and ruffled his hair. "Hey little guy. Good to see you," he told him. Seamus smiled but still didn't say anything.
"He's always been shy in front of strangers," Mrs. Flanagan explained. Sam nodded and smiled, not sure exactly what to say to them.
His father finally spoke. "We talked to the doctor. He said ye' can go home t'morrow."
"How long will you stay?" Rory asked, wanting to spend some time with them, but for fun as well.
"Ma'be a week. Ma'be longer. We want to make sure ye' feeling better before we go," his father answered.
Rory decided to skip beating around the bush and ask what was on both his and Sam's minds. "Can I stay? In America? Can I stay here?"
Both Flanagan parents looked at each other longingly. "We haven't decided yet, son. Ye' realize this is a major event for ye'. We'll assess the situation and make a decision in a day or so," Mr. Flanagan explained.
"Can we have a few minutes alone?" Mrs. Flanagan asked, addressing Sam.
"Of course. I'm going to go make a call. Rory, text me when you're ready for me," Sam replied, walking out of the room.
"Mam, pap, I know you want to 'assess the situation' but I really do want to stay, if that makes a difference to you. It's really important for me to stay," Rory informed them.
His father looked at him with a serious glance. "We'll let ye' know, son. But what ye' want does matter to us, a lot."
Temporarily relieved, he explained to them what happened, but a very watered down version. A bully had gotten expelled for picking on several people, and since he was the most recent, he decided to take it out on him. A chance meeting with him ended up in trouble. He emphasized that it was Sam and Mr. Schuester who had come to his aid at the time.
His mother bawled openly as he recounted his tale, and even more when he showed them his healing wound. She smacked Seamus' hand when he tried to touch it. "Leave that alone!"
-ooo-
Sam paced back and forth in the lobby, waiting for a text message. He was nervous, unsure if he was telling his parents about his sexuality or not.
He finally did get a text, but not from Rory. It was from Kurt.
Blaine and I want to come visit. When's a good time?
Sam thought a moment then decided what to tell them.
He gets out tomorrow, come over Brittany's after school.
Good, he would have a chance to talk to Kurt and Blaine, both of whom had past experiences with bullying. It would be nice just to talk about it with them. They could be a support group for each other.
It was almost an hour before he got a text from Rory asking him to return. When he got off the elevator, he saw a second message had come through.
We're telling them together. I love you.
-ooo-
Sam sat down on the edge of the bed, right next to Rory, who had positioned the bed so that he was sitting up like a chair. "Mam, pap, I need to talk to you about something important."
"More important than this right now?" his mother asked nervously.
Rory nodded. I have to be brave. Just like Sam. He was scared, but he told his parents and they were fine. I just have to be brave.
He took a deep breath through his mouth, and steeled himself for whatever reaction they might have. "Sam is me best friend. The one person that has made me feel welcome more than anyone else. He has shown me kindness and caring."
"And you are a very lucky boy t'be friends with him," his mother interrupted. "And you are a great friend t'our son." Sam smiled nervously, wondering how much longer she would be thinking that.
"What I want to tell you is," Rory paused, looking from his mother, to his father, to Seamus, to Sam, and back to his mother. "Sam is more than just a friend. A lot more."
"What do ye' mean by that?" his mother inquired. His father already had a blank look on his face.
Rory looked back at Sam one more time, who nodded his approval to go on. "I feel about Sam the way I am supposed to feel about girls." The words were out. No turning back. He had vocalized it, they heard it, and now everyone was in anticipation of the reaction.
"Mammy? Pappy? Say somethin', please," Rory urged, unable to gauge their thoughts.
"This is unexpected," his mother said flatly. "I never thought I would hear this."
Mr. Flanagan gave them both a stern look, not of hate, or anger, but of seriousness. "Son, do ye' realized what this means in the eyes o' the church?" His family was Catholic, just like most of Ireland.
"I… Yes, pap. Church says it's a sin." He hung his head low, waiting for the backlash to begin.
"What does the Lord teach us throughout his scripture? What does the Lord say t' his disciples, t' his followers? What is t' Lord's ultimate message, son? Can ye' answer that for me, son?" his father demanded.
Rory thought for a moment. Is this is a false question? A trick or trap? How am I supposed to answer this?
"The Lord taught his people to love, sir," Sam answered for him. "The Lord taught his people to love each other."
"Yes he did, but what did he say about that?" Mr. Flanagan asked.
"He taught us that love is more important than hate," Rory answered this time. "He said that hate in your heart was poison to the soul. He taught that it was only right to love."
His father was silent. The tension in the room was thick. Intense. Urgent.
"Yes, son. Ye' are right. There's a lot o' rules in the book o' the Lord. A lot o' them are many years old. A lot o' them are a bit… out o' date." His answer was rather ambiguous. It gave no indication of what he meant.
"Son, do ye' love this man?" he asked, pointing at Sam.
"Yes, pap, I do. Very much," Rory answered confidently.
"Did ye' ask the Lord for guidance, son?"Mr. Flanagan asked next.
Rory answered in the affirmative. "And what did the Lord tell ye'?"
"H-he gave me strength, pap," Rory answered. His dad actually looked a little confused by his response. "Strength t' accept meself for who I am, and to be brave enough to love someone else."
Mr. Flanagan then turned to Sam. "And d' ye', Sam Evans, d' ye' love my son, the way he loves ye'?"
Without hesitation, Sam replied, "Yes sir. I do. Rory's very important to me, and I love him."
Again the room went silent. It was unnerving and creepy. "Son, ye' only fifteen. Such a young age, but ye' always been smarter than ye' years. Rory, I trust ye' judgment. If ye' asked the Lord for guidance, and this is what he led ye' to, and it makes ye' happy, then it will make me happy, and proud of ye'."
Everyone was stunned. Not only had his father accepted it, but he approved it, and even took pride in him. "Me son, as long as ye' right with the Lord, then I approve of ye'. The Lord never turned his back on his son, and neither shall I."
Rory smiled, gave a sigh of relief, and wiped his eyes. "Mammy, do you think the same thing?"
"Honey, ye' father is right. As long as the Lord guides you, then I will not stand in ye' way." Mrs. Flanagan was tearing up again, everything far too emotional for her for one day.
"Seamus, what do you think?" Rory asked, not sure how his younger brother would take it. He just shrugged. "That's my brother for you."
"How long has this been going on?" Mr. Flanagan asked.
"Since November, sir," Sam answered. He wasn't entirely convinced that the Flanagans were as cool with it as they said, but that wasn't up to him to figure out. This was Rory's family, he knew them much better than Sam ever would.
Mr. Flanagan looked like he was in deep thought. Sam gave Rory a questioning glance, to which Rory just shrugged with his left arm.
"I think," his father began, "that if ye' are going to be attached to me son, then I want t' know you. I would insist on that whether ye' a boy o' a girl."
"Yes, sir. That'd be great," Sam replied.
Once the awkwardness passed, the Flanagans excused themselves to seek lunch, while Rory and Sam stayed behind for their own meals. Once they were out of the room, both boys breathed much easier.
"That went okay, don't you think?" Sam asked him, rubbing Rory's arm. He nodded his head and closed his eyes to hold back the water. "Hey, what's wrong? They were okay, don't be upset."
"I could tell my pap is disappointed. He wanted grandkids. So did mam. They'll have them with Seamus, but I know they wanted me to have some, too. I can tell he isn't sure what to say. Did I mess up by telling them?"
Sam shook his head. "No, I think you did the right thing. They're your family. You want them to know the real you, don't you? They may not totally get it right now, but they'll adjust. Once they meet my folks and see how supportive they are, it'll make it easier on them."
"I hope so." Rory wiped his eyes, ignoring the tenderness on his face. "Does it really look that bad?"
Sam leaned forward and kissed his forehead. "No, baby. It's looking better. We can put some ice on it later if you want to, but it looks like most of the swelling went down. Even battered up, you're still as handsome as ever."
Rory sighed. There was too much to process. The attack, the pain, his family, coming out to them. That was a lot on a teenager for one week. "Sam?"
"Yeah? What is it?"
"I just wanted to… to thank you. For everything. I can't say it enough. I honestly thought about wanting to leave America until I met you. You made me want to stay. Everything has been so great with you," Rory said softly. "You even stay with me through all this."
"Of course I am! There's no way in hell I would put you through this alone. I'm your boyfriend, it's part of the contract to take care of you."
"Contract? I didn't sign anything."
Sam laughed. "It's another American expression. It just means… it just means that part of being a good boyfriend is doing certain things like taking care of you when you need it."
Rory smiled at him the best he could. "You do a very good job of that." Sam smiled in return and kissed him on the forehead again.
"I want to go," Rory finally stated as he was halfway through his poor excuse for a lunch.
"You need to go? Want me to get you the bottle?" Rory looked at him like he was nuts. "You said you wanted to go so I thought that meant you needed to pee."
It was Rory's turn to laugh at Sam. "No! I meant I want to go, get out of here. I want to go home. Home with you, I mean. I'm tired of being in here."
"You have to wait until the doctor says you can go. Maybe tomorrow, I think. I'll stay here with you again tonight. You'll have to go back to Brittany's though."
"Why? I want to go with you."
"I know, but that's technically your home away from home. They're gonna want you there." Rory looked saddened and disappointed. "Don't be upset. I'll come spend as much time with you as I can until you can get around again. Your parents will be there, too, so I can get to know them some more."
"I guess."
"Be a good boy or you won't get any toys for your birthday!" Sam warned playfully.
Rory grinned. "That's right. My birthday is coming up. I forgot."
Sam beamed. "I didn't! I'm gonna make sure you get one hell of a party! You deserve it. And just think, you'll be sixteen and we won't have to worry about the legal issue so much."
"That's true. That's something to look forward to. Sit on the bed with me. I want to cuddle up next to you and take a nap," Rory told him.
Sam didn't respond, but simply slid up on the bed, barely able to stay on. The bed was small. He didn't intend to go to sleep anyway, he just wanted to let Rory get some sleep and have some cuddle time.
"Get some rest. Love you, Ror."
"I love you too, Sammy." Rory snuggled up next to Sam the best he could, resting his head in the crook of his arm. Within five minutes, he was fast asleep.
-ooo-
Not long after Rory's family returned, Nurse Anna came in to let them know the doctor wrote his discharge orders. "Two tomorrow afternoon and he's a free man," she said happily. "Until then, he wants you to try and move around some more."
"Thank the Lord!' Rory exclaimed. "I am bored sitting here all day. My butt is probably flat as a potato cake."
Anna chuckled and then turned to his family. "I'm going to ask you guys to wait in the waiting area down the hall. Sam will help me get him out of bed and on his feet and with luck, we might be able to make it down the hall to come get you."
The three Flanagans got up and left, Seamus wishing him good luck, one of the few times Sam had even heard him speak.
"Well, there's a couple of ways we can do this. You don't want to put your weight on your right leg yet, trust me if you do you will wish you hadn't. We can have you use a walker, or you can use a crutch, but you'll have to put it under your left arm and kind of lean that way and it might be very uncomfortable."
"Are you sure I can't limp around?"
"If you try it, you risk possible injury. The pain would be awful if it cracks your shin any more," Anna told him.
Rory sighed. "I guess we can try the crutch. It'd be less noticeable maybe."
Anna nodded and returned a moment later with a metal crutch. It was the kind that he would hold in his hand, rather than under his armpit. "Okay, Sam, let's help him up. Sit on the edge of the bed and Sam will hold you steady while you get up. Don't put pressure on your leg."
"So how do I use this?" Rory asked holding it like a weapon.
"Just like this," Anna showed him. "Then when you stand, you put all the weight on that side. You can touch the floor with your right, but it won't hold your weight."
Sam got on his right side, putting his arms around him and getting in position to get him up.
"Ready Sam? Rory? On the count of three. One. Two. Three!" As soon as she said three, they shifted like a machine, getting him upright and on his feet. And then he stumbled backward and ended up on the bed again.
"Okay, not bad for a first try. Take a breath and we'll try again," Anna instructed. This time when they stood up, Sam kept his arm behind Rory to keep him from going backwards.
"This feels really odd," Rory said. As soon as he tried to take a step, he started to waver. Sam tightened his grip on him and kept him upright.
"Ow, ow ow, easy, easy, my shoulder," Rory complained as Sam struggled to keep him from falling. Sam loosed up and down he went, back on the bed.
Anna smiled, trying to put him at ease. "Maybe we can try the walker. It might be easier for you. You really only have to put up with this for about a week. By the time you go back to school you should be okay."
Anna left the room and returned a moment later with a walker. It had wheels on the bottom to make it easier to move.
"Hey look, you get a preview of old age," Sam teased. Rory gave him a nasty look. "Okay, just kidding."
They had a much easier time getting him up on the walker. It was a little painful to put weight on his right shoulder, but it wasn't unbearable. He put most of his weight on his left side and scooted himself across the floor. Sam stood right by his side just in case he started to slip or fall.
"Okay champ, let's get in the hallway," Anna said. She led him into the mostly empty hallway and patiently led him down it. "You're doing so good! Let's make it to the waiting room and get your family. They'll be so happy to see you up!"
It took them about ten minutes to hobble down the hall, but it was a great accomplishment when he rounded the corner and saw his family sitting on the couches.
"We're gonna do this a few more times between today and tomorrow morning before you leave. Now let's go back and then I want to check your dressing and make sure all this movement didn't hurt it," Anna explained.
After letting him sit down for a couple of minutes, they had him up on his feet again and hobbling down to his room. When he got back in the bed, Anna checked the surgical site and was pleased to see that it hadn't upset the healing wound.
The rest of the day, the Flanagans spent their time in the room, talking with Rory and getting to know Sam. Seamus finally started to talk a little more, feeling more comfortable with a stranger around.
Around eight in the evening, they had a visit from a pair of police officers. They were the same ones that had come and questioned him prior. They were friendly and personable, but also right to the point.
"Azimio Adams has been arrested and is in detention at Lima City Jail. His family hasn't posted bail yet. Mr. and Mrs. Flanagan, we will need to speak with you and the Pierce's as soon as possible to discuss a course of action," one of the officers stated.
"The fact that we have video evidence suggests that legal proceedings would be swift and painless. Odds are, you won't need to go through a lawyer. You may not even need to testify. Video evidence holds a lot of ground in a case like this," the other officer explained.
Everyone looked relieved to know that not only was Azimio detained behind bars for the time being, but also that legally, things should go smoothly. The question came down to exactly which party would have the easier time, legally, in pressing charges.
"Looks like you can rest a little easier now. The fucker is behind bars for now," Sam declared to Rory when they were again alone.
"I'm so tired. All that walking. She's tough," Rory said, referring to Anna. She had him get up and walking two more times, and then informed him she planned to get him up two more times the next day before he left.
"When we get home, I'm going to give you a nice long, hot, bath in the tub. You soak in that for a little while and you'll feel so good," Sam suggested.
Rory got a sly grin on his face. "Especially if Nurse Sam is the one bathing me."
"Yep, you're feeling better. Your libido is coming back," Sam joked. "Then again, they say that is one of the best stress relievers."
Rory continued to grin. Now he had something fun to look forward to when he got back.
-ooo-
Once again, Sam was up early as a rooster, taking a shower and eating breakfast with Rory before Anna came in to start moving him about. He fared much better this time, no longer requiring assistance to even get up on the walker.
Around noon, they had lunch and then Sam helped him get dressed. It still hurt when he tried to bend over real far. It wasn't stabbing pain in his shoulder, but it was an ache that he could easily have done without.
Not long after, his family and the Pierce's arrived to shuttle him back home to Brittany's. The challenge was that his room there was upstairs, and a walker was not stair friendly. Sam and Mr. Flanagan got on either side of him and helped him climb the steps, then shuffled him down to his room.
"Are you going to turn into a robot like Artie?" Brittany asked, finding concern over his new metal toy.
"Only for a little while," Rory answered, playing up to her. She had decorated his room with green streamers and cutouts of four leaf clovers, 'for good luck.'
"I told Lord Tubbington he could only visit with supervision because we didn't want his litter getting into your arm. Nothing is worse than a sandy sore," she said.
"That's really disgusting, Britt," Sam commented, screwing up his face.
Brittany simply shrugged. "If you need anything, let me know and I'll try and get it for you. Well, except what Sam can give you because I can't give you that. Ew if I could that would be really weird," she went on.
"Uh, thanks Brittany, I appreciate that," Rory said, giving Sam a look that read 'what the hell?'
Sam helped Rory get settled in, making sure that anything he might need was within arm's reach. He set his cell phone on the table, then plugged it in. After about ten minutes it was charged enough for Rory to check for messages.
Ten text messages since the last time he had used it only two days before to summon Sam back to his room. "Let's see, two from Kurt, three from Blaine, one from Mike, one from Tina, one from Finn, one from Rachel and one from Artie."
"Wow, when did you get so popular? I only got two."
"I don't think it's popularity. More like concern," Rory corrected. "It's nice to know they all care, though. Especially after all that tension."
"They care. Glee club is like a big family. We fight, we argue, we even get evil sometimes. Deep down though, we're all family," Sam explained.
Rory giggled. "So does that make us incestuous?"
Sam grinned slyly. "Maybe so, but I always did like walking on the wild side." He leaned down and kissed him, this time right on the mouth.
Once he was settled in, the visitors began to pour in. His family of course, and Sam's parents, Brittany's parents. After four, Mr. Schuester and Miss Pilsbury stopped by, along with an assortment of glee club members, Rachel and Finn bringing a large supreme pizza – Rory's favorite kind. It was around nine by the time everything settled down.
"Sammy, I want to go to your house. I feel better there," Rory complained. He mustered up the best "puppy dog face' he could.
"I want you there too, but you have to stay here for now." Rory wasn't satisfied with that answer but knew that arguing wasn't going to get him what he wanted. "You can come over tomorrow for a while, how about that?"
"Okayyyyy," the teen replied sarcastically.
"You are just like a little kid! Whining to try and get your way," Sam teased.
Rory grinned. "Exactly! I'm the patient, you're supposed to cater to me."
"Well if you're the patient, that makes me the nurse, and nurse knows best, so there," Sam countered back. He had the younger boy beat on that one, so he just sat there and pouted. The household (All three Pierce's, the three Flanagans, Rory, Sam, and Lord Tubbington) gathered in Rory's room to play a few rounds of Catchphrase, a game that was a mix of Hot Potato, and verbal Charades.
By eleven, everyone was tuckered out, and dispersed to their various beds. Sam kissed Rory goodnight and stayed watching over him until he fell asleep, then headed home. It was the first good night sleep he had all week.
-ooo-
Sam helped his young friend hop into his house with the walker. The kids were still away for another day, so they had some privacy. After his mom and dad exchanged pleasantries and small talk with Rory, they went right to the bathroom.
"It's time for you, young sir, to get a nice, hot bath," Sam teased. He sat him down on the closed toilet seat and then turned on the water. Making sure it was nice and hot, he plugged the drain and let it fill.
"It's hot, but it will feel really good on your aching body, I promise. They do this sort of thing for football players sometimes, except usually I end up with freezing cold tubs instead of hot ones," Sam explained. "Now, if we can just get you nice and stripped."
Sam tugged at his shirt and pulled it off of him, making sure not to catch his arm up in it. There weren't any bandages since the wound had sealed up and wasn't exposed. It was gonna scar, but not too awfully bad.
Next he took off his shoes and socks, pretending to pass out on the floor. "You are not funny, Mr. Evans," he scolded. Recovering from his fit of laughter, Sam returned to stripping him down, taking off his jeans and boxers.
"Ready to go for a swim?" Sam helped him up and into the tub, the hot water burning at first, but then feeling incredibly relaxing. The room was steamy before, but it was getting thicker by the minute.
"You'll get your clothes all wet, Sammy," Rory teased, hinting to him to lose some clothes as well. Sam double checked the door lock to make sure it was safe, and then decided to do a little strip tease for him.
Rory watched intently as Sam swayed to an invisible beat, putting his hands all over himself in suggestive motions. When he got to his chest he peeled off his shirt. Rory unconsciously licked his lips upon seeing the toned abs and muscled pecs.
Next, he kicked off his shoes and socks, then almost painfully slowly, he unzipped his pants and started to slide them down. He was tenting his boxers already, a little wet spot of precum already soaking through.
"You are such a tease, Samuel," Rory scolded playfully. He started to move his left hand down toward his crotch but Sam bent over and grabbed his hand.
"Nuh uh. Don't even think about it," Sam demanded. "I got plans for you."
Rory raised an eyebrow, now suddenly intrigued. Sam on the other hand finished taking off his pants and then stood there in his boxers. He put one hand down his shorts and cupped himself, then slid the boxers off over his hand so that while naked, he was keeping his manhood hidden from sight.
"That's not fair! You get to see all of me; I want to see all of you!" Rory objected.
"In time, in time," Sam teased some more. It was all he could do to keep everything in one hand, especially in his aroused state.
"Come onnnnn, I'm the inured here, I've been through hell, let me see!" the young teen whined. Sam was loving the teasing. It was driving the boy crazy.
Sam grinned. He leaned down once again to kiss him, but Rory was going to play dirty. He closed his mouth and pulled his lips inward, turning his head away,
"Oh I see how it is," Sam said. He then stepped into the tub, his legs on either side of him. Rory reached up with his left hand and tugged at Sam's hand until he let go, exposing himself completely.
"Looks like you win," Sam smiled. He got down on his knees, hovering right above Rory's waist.
Rory's eyes turned to concern. "Be careful, don't sit on my leg," he cautioned.
"Oh don't worry. I won't be sitting on your leg. I have other ideas."
This time when Sam bent over to kiss him, Rory let him. They kissed feverishly, hungrily.
Sam scooted himself up a little higher, his butt right over Rory's hard dick. Sam sighed. "You know, I wasn't going to try this, because honestly trying it didn't appeal to me, but I think you earned a chance to see what it's like. Who knows, maybe I'll find out I like it."
"Wait, what do you mean? Maybe like what?"
Sam didn't say anything, but instead reached behind with his hand, took the boy's cock in his hand to hold it steady, and then slowly started to sit on it.
Having never even put a finger inside himself, it was quite a shock to suddenly feel something trying to penetrate him. He grimaced in discomfort as he tried to get used to the stretching feeling. He used one hand to slowly stroke himself while he used to other to hold himself steady so he wouldn't end up impaled far too soon.
"I don't know how you managed to do this," Sam grunted. He tried his best to relax himself, mentally demanding his ass to open up. He breathed heavily, letting down on it, inch by inch. When he finally had it all inside him, he took a sigh of relief.
"That feels really good," Rory said. "Don't hurt yourself."
"I'm okay. Just give me a second to get used to it." Rory had taken over stroking Sam with his left hand.
Sam decided it was time to move on, so he let himself come up about halfway, then sat back again. He repeated the action several times, never going but so deep. Eventually he slid a little, surprised he hadn't done it sooner in the water.
When he slipped, he fell back hard, impaled completely. The moment he felt Rory's cock hit his prostate, he realized what all the fuss was about. He almost cried out, but stopped himself just in time.
"Are you okay?" Rory asked urgently.
Sam answered by going up and down faster and harder, making sure he could feel that sensation with every time he sat back. Within minutes, he was riding him like a horse. Neither boy having ejaculated in days, it didn't take long before they were both shooting their seed – Rory inside Sam, and Sam all over Rory's chest and in the water.
"Wow," they said in unison.
Sam dismounted and crawled out of the tub, grabbed a towel and dried off. "Okay, time to clean you up for real now." He washed Rory's hair, massaging his head with his fingertips. He was still too nervous to wash his face for him; if he hit his nose just the wrong way, it would be painful, and Sam couldn't stomach hurting him.
After washing the rest of him down, he helped him out of the tub, wrapped a towel around him, and dried him off.
"I could get used to this kind of treatment," Rory stated with a smile. Sam smiled back and started to dry his hair with another towel. When he stopped, Rory asked him a question.
"Sam, did you ever do this kind of thing with Quinn?"
Sam was slightly unsure what was being asked of him. "What kind of stuff? Giving her a bath?"
"No, I just mean, taking care of her. Spoiling her."
The blonde scratched his head in thought. "Well, she never got hurt when I was with her, so I never had a reason to."
Rory shook his head. "Didn't her muscles ever hurt from too much working out? Or just a bad day, or anything like that?"
"No, I guess not. I mean, I cared, I guess it just never occurred to me or something," Sam replied, confused. Where is he going with this?
"What was sex like?" the younger boy asked.
"What?" Sam choked out, shocked by the question.
Rory blushed. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't ask that. I was just curious if she got the same kind of… attention."
"Quinn and I never had sex. Long story short, Puck got her pregnant two years ago, and ever since she supposedly went back to being celibate. Santana was the one I had sex with," Sam explained.
"Oh, okay. Well, what was that like?"
Sam laughed. "It was different. You see how her personality is. She's kind of untamed and wild. She was the same way in bed. Very aggressive, but also liked me to be aggressive, too."
Rory's interest was sparked. "Aggressive how?"
"Do you really want to know about my straight sex life?" Sam asked, bewildered. Rory nodded his head and gave a half-smile.
Sam shrugged. "Well, she liked to take charge, but she liked for me to take control from her." When Rory gave him a look that showed his lack of understanding, he went on. "She would come on all hot and heavy, trying to do with me what she wanted, but then she would want me to just flip her over and go for it."
Rory stared at him with interest. "To be pretty tasteless about it, she wanted me to bury my face in her crotch, then flip her on all fours and fuck her stupid."
"That doesn't sound like you at all," Rory laughed. "You don't usually talk so raunchy."
"I can talk raunchy, I just don't do it often. It has more bang if you only do it now and then. I didn't have a whole lot of respect for her anyway."
"But it's different with me…?" Rory asked almost sullenly.
"Yeah it is. I didn't love Santana. I didn't even like her all that much. But I do love you. A lot. Santana was just a way to get off after what happened with Quinn. I uh, can we not talk about it? Quinn is kind of a memory I wanna let go of. I don't want to remember our relationship," Sam said.
Rory nodded. "Okay, I'm sorry, Sammy."
Sam hugged him tight until he squealed, forgetting to be gentle on his right side. "Everything is different with you, Ror." He kissed him, holding him in his lap like a little kid.
"By the way," Sam started to whisper in Rory's ear. "When you get better, I'm going to bend you over, fuck your tight little ass so hard you beg me to stop, and then I'm going to milk the cum out of you until it hurts." Rory looked at him like he was insane. "What? You wanted raunchy!"
"It sounds so weird! But it's kind of sexy. Keep it in mind for later," Rory joked.
A knock on the bathroom door interrupted them. "What the hell are you two doing in there? Parting the red sea?" Sam's dad called through the door.
Both boys started to giggle until it turned into hysterics. "Have you ever tried to get someone in and out of a tub by yourself, without breaking your neck or theirs?" Sam called back.
"Yeah, I used to bathe you all the time. Didn't take that long. I used to wipe your ass too, but I'm really hoping he can handle that by himself!" It was all his dad could do to maintain any semblance of seriousness.
"Dad! Gross! Stop!" Sam cried.
"Hey, that's love, kids. You don't know love until you've cleaned up their puke or wiped their butt!" By then his father was rolling. Rory looked mortified. The pair quickly finished getting dressed and rushed out of the bathroom.
-ooo-
Sam helped Rory down onto his bed, laughing as they almost toppled into a heap. "You know, you really are capable of doing a little bit more than you're trying," he teased.
"Maybe I am playing it up just a little bit," Rory admitted. "That's only because I like you taking care of me."
"Brat," Sam laughed.
Their playful banter was again interrupted by Sam's father. "Boys, we want to talk to you. Both of you," Mr. Evans said.
Sam helped Rory scoot along the hall out to the living room where they realized there was a huge audience already in attendance. Mr. and Mrs. Pierce, Mr. and Mrs. Flanagan, and Mr. and Mrs. Evans.
"Have a seat boys," Mr. Evans said. The two took a seat next to each other on the couch.
"Is this some sort of intervention?" Sam asked, only half joking.
"No, son. This is actually a very serious conversation we need to have," his dad replied sternly. His joking manner from earlier in the day had disappeared.
Rory and Sam looked from parent to parent, suddenly nervous.
"As you both know," Mr. Evans began, "Azimio Adams was arrested, and is in detention. The thing is, he won't stay that way forever. With Rory being from Ireland, and not a U.S. citizen, we were concerned with what the legal proceedings were going to be for this kind of situation."
"Fortunately for us, son," Mr. Flanagan added, "The United States Government allows even a foreigner legal protection. We are pressing charges against this boy."
Rory and Sam looked at each other, nervous still, yet also a little relieved.
"Boys, Mr. Flanagan is aggressively pursuing charges, and after speaking with the police, it appears that with video evidence like what we have, it speaks volumes."
"What's that mean then dad? Is Rory going to have to go to court?" Sam asked his father.
Mr. Evans shrugged. "We really aren't sure yet. Probably not. Not with this kind of evidence. Add onto that the medical bills and paperwork that proves there was injury. The officer I talked to called it something along the lines of no confidence in the defense. A judge would most likely read all the paperwork, watch the video, maybe even look at pictures, and then rule based on that."
"What about Azimio? Won't he try to defend himself in court?" Sam added.
"Probably. Again, we have the tapes. He committed the crime, there is no question. His defense would only effect the punishment most likely. It might be the difference between jail and juvie, even though he isn't underage."
Rory looked scared. Things had been going well the past couple of days and now all this talk of courts and testimonies and jail was getting to him.
Mr. Evans stood by Rory's side and put his hand on his left shoulder. "Rory, I know you're freaked out. It's a lot for a fifteen year old to deal with. But look around the room. Your parents are here for you. Mr. and Mrs. Pierce are here for you. Me and my wife are here for you. And Sam, he's here for you. And your brother, and our kids, and your friends at school. Everything is going to be okay."
"Thank you, Mr. Evans," Rory said, trying to smile.
"It's our pleasure, Rory. Wouldn't have it any other way."
"Mr. Evans, what about the… other issue we discussed?" Mr. Flanagan spoke up.
"Other issue?" Sam asked, alarmed.
Sam's dad suddenly seemed very focused. "That's right, that's right. What about you, Pierce, you ready to tackle this other issue?"
"I'd say so. Let's get it on out in the open, nip it in the bud and all that," Brittany's father answered with a sly grin.
"Well boys, it looks like we have another issue we need to discuss. A very important one," Mr. Evans stated. "Are you both listening, boys?"
Both of the teenagers nodded their heads, eyes locked onto Mr. Evans, fear in their chests.
"Well it looks like Rory is going to be going to be moving out of the Pierce's home," his dad said. Sam and Rory immediately started to protest.
"Please pap, mam, I don't want to go back yet! It's too soon! I can't go back yet!" Rory begged. "Please don't make me leave!"
"Yeah dad, this is crazy, why does he have to leave? It's not fair!" Sam added. Both of them continued to plead their cases until Mr. Evans called for order.
"Boys! Boys! Be quiet! We're not done yet," he declared. The two quieted down, but were still visibly defensive and ready to argue.
Rory's dad knelt before his son, holding his hand. "Me son, ye' know we love ye'. We only want what's best for ye'." Rory was shaking. He began to breathe fast and shallow, his nerves on edge. Tears came to his eyes as he begged once more.
"Please, pap, not yet. I can't go back yet. I'll do anything you want just don't take me back yet."
Mr. Flanagan cleared his throat. "Me son, listen. Ye' aren't coming back with us this time."
"But he just said I was leaving the Pierce's. Where else am I going to go?"
Mr. Flanagan met eyes with Mr. Evans and then Mr. Pierce. "Me son, ye' are leaving the Pierce family and movin' in with the Evans family."
The room went silent. "Wait, what?" Sam asked anyone who would answer.
"Ye' heard me, Sam. Rory is movin' in with ye'!"
"That's not funny," Rory scolded, feeling as if he were being made fun of. "Mr. Pierce?"
"Rory, we have loved having you with us. We would love to have you keep staying with us. The thing is, some things are going on in our family, and we're going to need that spare room. We were going to push it back as best we could because we didn't want you to leave, but then this… opportunity came up."
"What opportunity?" Rory and Sam asked in unison.
"We've talked it over, boys, and we've made a difficult decision. Nobody here wants you to leave, but situations have come up, and we figured out a way to make it work out, so everyone wins," Sam's dad explained to two blank faced teens.
"Pick ye' jaws up, boys. Ye' gettin' exactly what ye' want," Rory's dad said.
The teens exchanged glances, then looked around the room, then back at each other.
"So Rory is going to move in here, with us?" Sam verified, as if he couldn't believe it.
"Yes, son. He spends most of his time here anyway."
"So what's the catch? There's always a catch," Sam pointed out.
"No catch, but there are going to be some rules. The first of which – Sam, you're going to have to get an after school job. Taking on another person costs money, and it's only fair that you help out with that," Mr. Evans replied.
It was Sam's mom's turn to speak up. "And since Rory can't legally work in the States, we're going to ask him to help us out with the kids. It would give me and your dad a little more personal time, make things easier on us after a long day at work."
"What else?"
"Nothing major. We'll talk to you boys about that more later. Right now, we have a few things to figure out together," Mr. Evans replied.
"We have to pack up all of Rory's things from his room at our house and bring them here," Mr. Pierce stated. "Rory, you're always welcome at our home, but we know you'll be happier with Sam. It works out for everyone, right?"
Rory nodded his head, still in shock. "Is this true? It's not a trick to laugh at me?"
"No, Rory. It's not a joke. Your new home is going to be right here," Mrs. Evans said with a smile. Rory and Sam turned to each other and hugged, Rory not even paying attention to the ache in his shoulder as he was squeezed.