Sam is back and the filler is over! Enjoy this chapter!

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HOW THINGS WORK

Sex

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"God, Kurt, your ass in those jeans today was smoking." Sam squeezed said ass, pulling Kurt even tighter against him, his head thrown back as Kurt pressed sloppy, open-mouthed kisses along the line of his throat. "I couldn't wait for you to stop singing so I could ravish you."

"And then you had to wait the whole car ride home," Kurt teased, giving a roll of his hips, pressing his erection up against Sam's. He was straddling his boyfriend on the couch in his room, still dressed in the Cheerios 'uniform' from the pep rally.

"Rachel would not shut up," Sam groaned, rocking back against Kurt. "I can see why she drives you crazy." The transmission on Sam's car had died the day before, but Finn had been gracious enough to provide rides for him as well as Kurt. Of course, that meant when Rachel wanted to come home with her boyfriend, she got to ride in the truck with them. Luckily, Finn's truck had an extended cab. Kurt and Rachel, as the smallest, had been squished into the bench in the back.

But Rachel and Finn were upstairs right now, in Finn's brand new bedroom. The addition was finally finished enough to be habitable, though some of Finn's stuff (his game systems especially) were still in Kurt's room. Kurt suspected Rachel and Finn were doing much the same thing that he and Sam were doing, taking advantage of the time when Burt and Carole were both at work. "Let's not talk about Rachel," Kurt murmured, working his hands under Sam's t-shirt. "Or even think about Rachel. I have no desire to kill my libido right now."

Sam grinned, sliding his hands up and under the red wife-beater Kurt had on under his leather jacket. "As if anything can kill your libido when I'm between your legs."

Kurt laughed and bit Sam's shoulder through his jacket. "If anything is capable of that, it's Finn's girlfriend."

Sam wrapped his arms around Kurt and surged to his feet, picking Kurt up in his arms. The smaller boy gave a squeak, wrapping arms and legs around the footballer to keep from being dropped. "You know I hate being carried!"

Sam just laughed, dumping Kurt on his bed and following him down. "I was thinking," he said, pushing his hands under Kurt's shirt and up his stomach, tugging up the red cotton. "You've got a room all to yourself now. It's like a brand-new room. We should christen it."

"Christen it?" Kurt asked, his eyes snapping to Sam's face. "Like... with sex?"

It had been three months since Sam first kissed Kurt in this very room. Three months of not being alone, of living in a reality of kisses and arms around his shoulder, of hand jobs and frottage and even blow jobs (Sam had talked Kurt into trying out those about two months ago, and they hadn't looked back since). Still, they had never actually had sex before. Kurt was, as far as everyone else was concerned, still a virgin.

It wasn't that Kurt didn't want sex. He did want it, wanted it very much. Wanted it every minute of every day. And he wanted it with Sam. And yet... every time they got like this, hard and aching, pressed together from knees to nose, Kurt quailed at the thought of actually letting Sam fuck him.

"Shh," Sam murmured, kissing Kurt's cheeks and leaning back a little. "C'mon, baby, don't look so worried. I'll make it good for you. You know I will. Don't I always?" He ran his fingertips over Kurt's nipples, then pinched them hard, watching as Kurt groaned and arched off the bed. "Don't you trust me?"

Kurt forced himself to take slow, deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. "Sam..." He sat up, pushing Sam back until the taller boy was sitting over his knees. "I... I've never..."

"I know," Sam said, catching two fingers under Kurt's chin and tilting his face up to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "I'd be honored if you let me be the first to show you how good it can be."

"Have you?" Kurt asked, smoothing out Sam's shirt where he'd been gripping it. Sam's past sexual experiences were not something they had ever talked about before. Kurt simply knew that he wasn't Sam's first boyfriend.

"Yeah." Sam reached up, tucking his hands under Kurt's jacket, on his bare shoulders. "And it was amazing. Like you today at the rally. I want to share that feeling with you." He started sliding his hands down Kurt's arms, tugging the jacket off. Kurt let him—naked was something they had done before. "And you've got nothing to worry about. I'm clean. Don't even need a condom."

"Finn's upstairs," Kurt whispered frowning a little at the thought of not using a condom. If they were both healthy, they didn't need it, right? But going without was just stupid every resource Kurt had used for his late-night research said.

"Screw 'im," Sam said. "We locked your door and your room's soundproof, right?"

Kurt gave a slow nod, worrying his lip between his teeth until Sam stopped him with a kiss. "It's okay," Sam said. "We don't have to. I understand. You're not ready. I can't expect you to just fall into my arms..."

And there it was. Kurt closed his eyes, looping his bare arms around Sam's neck and dragging him down into another kiss. Disappointment. Kurt hated being a disappointment. "It's okay," he said, laying back. "It's okay. Yes. Let's do it."

"Really?" Sam grinned down at Kurt. "You'll love it. I promise."

"I..."

Sam dipped another kiss onto Kurt's lips before springing to his feet. "Music," he said. "You like music. Trust me, you'll relax, if we just have the right song... ah." Kurt watched, bemused, as Sam fiddled with his stereo. "How about the one you were sexing me up with at the rally?" A familiar beat flooded the room and Kurt covered his grin with one hand as Sam began mouthing the words of For Your Entertainment, sashaying toward the bed.

Let's go it's my show, baby, do what I say

Don't trip off the glitz that I'm gonna display

I told you, Imma hold ya down until you're amazed

Give it to ya til you're screamin' my name

"Oh!" Kurt sang out as Sam climbed back onto the bed in time with the chorus. "Do you know what you got into? Can you handle what I'm 'bout to do?" He reached out for his lover, tugging Sam's jacket off and tossing it aside as Sam's hands gripped his shirt, pulling it over his head and tangling his arms in the cotton.

Kurt wrapped his legs around Sam's waist and rolled back, dragging Sam down with him. Sam grinned, shimmying out of his own shirt before leaning down to catch Kurt's mouth again.

Groaning, Kurt freed his hands from the wifebeater, shoving it aside (generic-brand cotton didn't get the same reverential treatment as the rest of Kurt's wardrobe) so he could reach for Sam again, digging his nails into Sam's back. Sam growled and bit Kurt's lip, tugging it out before releasing it in favor of Kurt's tempting neck.

Kurt dragged his hands down, sliding fingers into the loose waist of Sam's jeans, giving a breathy laugh as he felt bare skin. "Commando?"

"Thought you might like it," Sam grinned back. "Had a feeling your performance was going to be ridiculously obscene."

"Can't be overtly obscene," Kurt panted, flexing his shoulders and pressing up against Sam's mouth as he trailed it down teasingly. "Against cheerleading rules. Could get points knocked off the routine, or disqualified..."

"What do you call your dance today, then?" Sam demanded, reaching between them to pop open Kurt's fly, hands dipping into the smaller boy's underwear to grip his hard cock.

"Suggestive!" Kurt's answer was swallowed by a sharp gasp from the contact. How could Sam always do this to him? One touch, just one touch, and he melted completely, ready to do anything the blond wanted. Sex? No problem, not a problem, now, right now... He mewled his distress as Sam pulled his hands away, but the footballer only chuckled, leaning down to lick around Kurt's navel.

"Patience, baby. Did you paint these on?" He was trying to work Kurt's jeans down rather unsuccessfully. Kurt batted his hands away and rolled off the bed, gracefully catching himself on his feet and standing before his lover.

"There's a knack," Kurt informed Sam, hooking his thumbs in the waistband and giving an effortless shimmy, pulling the jeans down smoothly. Sam watched, licking his lips and tugging his own jeans free.

Kurt folded his jeans and dropped them carefully to the floor, growing uneasy as reality started creeping back in around the edges. He had agreed to sex. With Sam. Today. Now. Sam's touch was gone, and Kurt's wariness was rearing its ugly head. "I..."

"You're beautiful, baby," Sam said, reaching out, his fingers curling easily around Kurt's wrist, dragging him in close, back to his warmth. "So hot like this, naked and hard, all for me..."

Kurt let himself be pulled back to the bed, settling into Sam's lap. "I trust you," he whispered, reaching up to settle his palm against Sam's cheek.

Sam turned his face into the touch, kissing Kurt's hand. "I won't hurt you..."

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It did hurt, in the end. Kurt lay in front of Sam, pressed up against his chest, his blankets wrapped around them both. Sam was kissing the back of his neck, fingers tracing reassuring circles over Kurt's sweaty stomach. Kurt shifted a little and winced at the twinge originating from his backside.

"You okay there, baby?" Sam asked, his voice husky.

Kurt closed his eyes and tugged the sheets closer to his chin. Was he okay? He was no longer a virgin, that was for sure, but he also... he felt empty. And not just because Sam had pulled out about five minutes ago, leaving Kurt with a hollow ache. "Don't know," he ended up whispering, opting for honesty.

Behind him, Kurt heard Sam sigh and shift, felt the mattress dip as Sam propped himself up on one elbow and leaned over him to kiss the corner of his mouth, all sweetness and caring. "I'm sorry, Kurt. I forgot it does hurt at first. But it'll get easier. Promise." He reached up, smoothing his fingers over Kurt's hair. "You were really getting into it at the end there..."

Kurt gave a tight little smile and a nod, not yet opening his eyes. He hadn't really gotten into it at all, faking almost all of his excitement. With Sam, he had learned that he liked things a bit rougher—bites and pinches and scratches were all unbelievable turn-ons—but the sex itself had very nearly killed his erection. Sam's fingers around him had kept him going after the first thrust, but even after Sam found his prostate, Kurt had just wanted it to be over. His body had been aroused, but his mind had been begging Sam to stop. Not wanting to disappoint his lover, Kurt said nothing. He just swallowed until the lump in his throat had diminished a little, and then opened his eyes to give Sam a tired smile. "Well. I think my room's properly christened..."

Sam chuckled, leaning down to kiss Kurt again, cupping his face in his hands and taking his time to really explore his boyfriend's mouth. Kurt sighed into the kiss, rolling onto his back and wrapping his arms around Sam's broad shoulders. Why couldn't their sex have been like their kisses? Kurt liked their kisses.

"So," Sam said, when he eventually broke away from Kurt's mouth. "My parents have gone to Aruba for a seventh honeymoon."

"Over Thanksgiving?" Kurt asked. The holiday was tomorrow, and school was out for a luxurious four-day weekend. The Cheerios' pep rally had been welcoming in the break.

Sam shrugged. "Go figure. They're weird like that. Their fifth honeymoon was over Easter." Kurt smiled a little, and Sam traced his finger around Kurt's lips. "They're gone all weekend. House to myself. You wanna come over?"

"I... not tomorrow," Kurt said with a shake of his head. "Thanksgiving, you know, for families and all. It's the first major holiday we'll be having as a family, the Hudsons and the Hummels together..."

"You had Halloween."

"Halloween doesn't count." Kurt sighed, closing his eyes. "You... I suppose you could probably come over here, if you're going to be alone for Thanksgiving. The turkey's big enough, and Dad and Finn'll probably just watch whatever game is the game guys always watch on Thanksgiving." Sam chuckled. "They all like you... and it's not fun to be alone on holidays."

"Sounds great," Sam said, leaning down to kiss Kurt again. "And then you can take me home tomorrow night, and we can take advantage of the empty house..."

Kurt nodded, reaching up to run his fingers through Sam's hair. "I'll have to take you home tonight, too. Finn'll lend me his truck. And tomorrow morning..."

"I still can't believe we all managed to squeeze in that thing," Sam marveled. "I can walk tomorrow morning. Don't worry."

"Wonders of modern engineering and design," Kurt replied. "And small hips." He smiled as Sam pressed their mouths together again, each kiss working wonders to soothe the ache inside Kurt's chest.