His Name is Beloved
Slowly, Dave saw his grades go back up. His parents smiled more; he played with Timmy, helping him build model cars. Sam came over to his house a couple of times, and Timmy took to him immediately. They played board games, practiced baseball, helped Timmy with his homework, and watched a show called Doctor Who. Dave sometimes found it hard to understand the accents, but Timmy took to the show immediately.
"The Doctor's really smart!" he gushed. "He knows everything!"
"Not everything," Dave said, "but yeah."
"We should make a TARDIS!"
"A life-sized one?" Dave asked. He doubted they'd be able to get their hands on that much lumber.
"No, a little one! For Sam. And it'll unfold so that it looks like the inside casing, then you can put the middle bits on top."
"Are you sure you know how to do that much?" He ruffled his little brother's hair.
"I can try! Dad'll help so we get it right the first time."
"Okay. Wait, why d'you wanna build Sam a TARDIS?"
"Sam's really nice," Timmy explained. "He's cool. He's the only person I know who can do a Darth Vader impression without a paper towel roll!"
Dave laughed. "Okay, let's build my – my friend a TARDIS."
I almost called Sam my boyfriend. Fuck. Fuck! Part of his liked the idea, but he couldn't let it happen, he just couldn't.
Dave saw Sam a little less as he got ready for Regionals. He and Santana had a duet together (something from a Broadway show called "Rent"), and they were practicing at his house. Sam said it was because Santana couldn't stay in her house when she felt pressured. Dave thought it was because they were having sex after their practice sessions, but he didn't want to bring that up with Sam. Instead of going to Sam's house, Sam came over to Dave's more often. For a whole week, Dave didn't see Sam outside of school at all.
"When's Sam coming over?" Timmy complained. "We finished the TARDIS two days ago; I want to give it to him!"
"I don't know, champ."
Shit. He comes over too much. Dave didn't want to go over to Sam's too much, and he didn't want Sam to come over too much. They couldn't go out places. What were they supposed to do? He couldn't think of anything.
The Sunday before Regionals, Sam came over. Dave smiled when he saw him.
"Do you have that number down with Santana?"
"The singing, yeah. We've been working nonstop. I've barely spoken all week. We need to work on the dancing, though – it's hard to dance and sing at the same time with everyone around us. Rachel and Schuester are driving us like dogs."
"Do you want something to drink?" He led the blonde in.
"Sam!" Timmy waved to the quarterback.
"Hey, Tim!"
"Wait here, Sam, Dave and I made something for you!" He raced up to his room.
Sam gave Dave a questioning look.
"Can't tell you. It was his idea, though. He loves building stuff."
They sat down on the couch.
"Do you want anything?"
"I... just water, I guess. I can't have too much sugar; it's bad for your throat."
"You know what I hear's good for your throat?"
"What?"
Dave leaned in. "Cock."
Sam punched him in the arm. "Come on, be serious." Then he whispered, "but if we win, you can probably expect something."
Timmy came down the stairs holding the ten-inch tall blue box.
"Oh my god, you guys built a TARDIS?" He'd slipped into a Scottish accent.
How do you make nerdy hot like that? Dave wondered.
"Open it! Open it!" Timmy said, placing it carefully on the ground.
"How?"
"Like this." He took out a small key, opened the double doors, flipped the top, and unfolded the "inside" of the TARDIS. Right in the middle of all that poster-paper stood the TARDIS's controls.
"Oh my god! This is amazing! This is so cool!"
"Thanks," Timmy said quietly. "We worked really hard on it."
"I can't believe you're giving it to me."
"I have another one, but it's a little messed up," Timmy explained. "I want to fix it."
They all talked about Doctor Who for a while, but then Dave made some excuse to drag Sam up to his room. He closed the door, and Sam slammed him up against it, smashing their lips together.
"I missed you."
"I missed you, too, dork."
"Excuse me, which one of us built a TARDIS?" Still, Sam reached for Dave's pant zipper.
"Does that turn you on? Should I start calling you 'Doctor'?"
"Oh, no, you should call me Captain Jack."
Dave giggled.
"Oh, awkward..."
"What?"
"Your penis is bigger than mine."
Dave's jaw dropped. "No way. I wanna see!"
"No..."
"You had to know I was going to ask, Sam."
"I just... I don't want you to be disappointed."
"Why would I be disappointed that you let me see your dick?" He put his arms over Dave's shoulders. "I bet it's the sexiest penis in the world."
"That is not something I thought I would ever hear coming out of anyone's mouth," Sam said, kissing Dave. He slid Dave's cock out of his pants, teasing it.
"Fuck," Dave said breathlessly.
Sam leaned in as he was working it and whispered, "You know, I think I like it."
"You better," Dave growled.
"I hope we win Regionals."
"Sam..."
This would be exactly like one of Dave's fantasies if they were in his pick-up truck and Dave knew they were going to go further. Sam started to move faster. God, he wished Sam won Regionals. His breathing got heavier, and it became harder and harder not to moan. He didn't want that, though, he wanted to be sexy and cool, like in the movies.
"Oh, god, Sam," he hissed.
"You have no idea how sexy you are, do you?"
"Sam, I'm gonna – gonna -"
"I know."
He came harder than he had before, but he expected that – well, he would have if he'd known what Sam was going to do. Dave blushed as he cleaned up, but Sam laid on his bed.
"I want you to come to Regionals."
"Sam, I can't."
"Why not? Sue is making her Cheerios go. She's trying to humiliate us. She thinks Vocal Adrenaline is gonna win. Her Cheerios are bringing their boyfriends – a lot of them are football players. Come on."
"Maybe."
"I want you to apologize to Kurt."
"What? No! No! I'm apologizing to that fag."
"Don't say that word!" Sam sat up.
"What? It's my house."
"Then I'm not welcome here."
"Sam, don't go!"
"I don't want to hear you say shit like that." Sam frowned. "I want you to say sorry to Kurt. When you say crap like that, you're not just hurting him, you're hurting me. You know that."
"I'm sorry!"
"Then say that to him!"
They stared at each other, then Dave looked away.
"I can't."
"Then I can't stay."