So, here's the new chapter, now with SMUT. The sex is finally here. If you don't like scenes between two beautiful boys having sex...then what are you doing reading fanfiction? I mean that's how the whole genre started.

Anyway, I've been agonizing over this chapter, and I finally said screw it, I'm putting it up as is. I haven't written a sex scene in ages. Let me know how it came out. I would definitely love feedback on this chapter. Please enjoy and review. I love getting all of the reviews from all of you. They totally make my day when they come in.

Of course, I don't own Glee or any of the characters from the show. Still hoping, though.

Sunday afternoon, Sam sat upright in the bed in the hotel room where his family was now living. He looked around the room at what was left of their possessions. Several of the things he was hellbent on keeping of his were currently in his car. He was going to ask Mike later if he could keep them at his house for awhile.

His little brother and sister were sleeping on either side of him. He ran his fingers through Stacy's hair and she shifted a little in her sleep and rolled over, throwing her arm across his stomach, making him smile briefly. At least they were sleeping finally. At first it had seemed like they were in shock over the whole thing. Stacy had been up all night the previous night, crying, and Stevie had barely said two words to anyone in the last two days. They were both taking this really hard, and Sam was trying to find a way to help. He didn't know what to do.

Both of his parents were in their bed, his mother had a newspaper open and his father was on his laptop. They were both job searching.

His father, Harris, looked over at the bed where all of his children were crammed. A small glimmer of sadness crept over his face. This hadn't been how things were supposed to turn out for his family.

He reached over and took his wife's hand. She turned to look at him and saw the clouds in his eyes. She then looked at the bed where the kids were. The little ones were asleep, but Sam was wide awake and looked like he was about to burst into tears at any moment.

"Sam," she said quietly, trying not to wake the little ones, "Sweetie, why don't you go out with your friends?"

"I'm good Mom." he said, his voice defeated.

She sighed and went back to her paper.

Sam's phone started ringing. He picked it up off of the bedside table and looked at it, putting it down without answering it.

"Who is it?" Harris asked.

"Mike." Sam answered.

"Answer it Sam." Harris said, "Find out what he wants. If he wants you to go do something, go."

Sam sighed and answered the phone. He listened for a few minutes, then he said, "I don't know if I can tonight..."

"Sam..." Leigh said, "What does he want you to do?"

"Hang on a second Mike." Sam said, pulling the phone away from his ear and putting his hand over the microphone end, "He wants me to go over to his house tonight."

"Please go Sammy." his mother said, "Please get out of here for awhile and get back to your life a little."

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice shaky, "Are you sure you'll be okay?"

"Just go Sam." Harris said, "We'll be fine. When you get back, we'll be right here."

Sam put the phone back up to his ear, "I can come Mike...Yeah, I'll be there at seven...Yeah, I heard...You're cooking?...Oh wow, should I bring a stomach pump?...I thought it was funny...Yes, I will just bring my comedian butt and a big appetite...See you then...Yeah me too." He hung up the phone and put it back on the table. He looked down at his brother and sister again, then just put his head back against the headboard and stared straight ahead.

"Mike is cooking?" Leigh asked.

"His parents are going out for the evening, and he said he's going to cook dinner and wanted me to come over. We'll probably eat and then spend the rest of the night playing games."

"That's okay." Harris said, "As long as you get out and do something for a couple of hours."

"I just feel guilty leaving and having a good time while all of you are here." Sam said, looking over at his parents. He moved his arm under his brother and pulled him closer.

His father shifted around and sat on the edge of the bed and looked at his oldest child. "Sam, I don't know how long this situation is going to last. But what I do know is that it would make us feel a thousand times worse if you were sacrificing your life out of some sense of honor or duty to us. Things have happened that are out of our control. Things are difficult right now. Everyone will have to adjust to a lot of changes. That does not mean that I want you spending all of your time wandering around in sackcloth and ashes because you feel guilty about having fun or enjoying yourself. You're only this age once. I never want you to look back and think you missed something. I never want you to look back and regret not doing things when you had the chance."

"I'd never feel that way Dad."

"Never is a very long time, Sam. Just go to Mike's. Eat the dinner he's cooking for you. Play some video games. Stay a kid for awhile longer. Don't worry about this stuff. The rest of it will work itself out. You don't need to make yourself crazy over it."

Just then, the absurdity of the whole situation struck Sam like an anvil. His parents were encouraging him to go over to his boyfriend's house while his parents weren't home without actually knowing that the two were boyfriends. As that rolled over in his head, he suddenly laughed out loud, causing his parents to give him a strange look.

"Well, I guess that's a step in the right direction." his father said.

Sam arrived at Mike's house at seven on the dot. He had gotten good at gauging the time it would take to get to Mike's house from various parts of town. He sat in his car for a minute, then walked up to the house and rang the bell.

When Mike answered the door and stepped back, Sam wasn't expecting what he saw when he entered the house. Most of the lights were off with just a few candles illuminating the front room.

When the door was closed, Mike moved close and wrapped his arms around Sam, his head moving in for a deep kiss. Sam felt himself relax for the first time in days and gave himself in to his boyfriend's tongue moving against his. Sam pulled Mike closer to him and their hips ground together. Suddenly, a rush of blood to certain body parts woke Sam to the situation.

He pulled his head back and gave a small embarrassed smile. "Sorry." he said, "I guess you do things to me."

Mike leaned his forehead against Sam's and looked into his eyes returning the smile, "Nothing to be sorry about. It's flattering." Then Mike slowly started to move his hips against Sam's, making Sam realize that Mike was in the same situation as him.

Sam closed his eyes and leaned his head on Mike's shoulder, just enjoying the presence of the other boy. "This is nice, but if you don't stop moving like that, we may not make it to dinner."

Mike chuckled and stopped the movement of his hips. "We need to have dinner," he said, "Because I have something very special planned for desert."

Sam pulled his head up and saw a devious glint in his boyfriend's eye. "And what would that be?"

"Oh, it's a surprise." Mike said, pulling away and taking Sam's hand with his, "But it's been awhile coming, and I think you'll enjoy it."

The two of them walked, hands clasped into the dining room. Sam was amazed at the spread on the table. It looked as though Mike had pulled out the best china in the house and there were tapered candles lit in the center of the table.

"This is beautiful." Sam said.

"Ah good," Mike began, "I was hoping it would meet with your approval."

"Pork and beans out of a can under a blanket in a tent would meet with my approval as long as you were there." Sam said, placing a finger gently under Mike's chin and lifting his head for another kiss.

Mike smiled and led Sam to one of the chairs at the end of the dining room table. He pulled the chair out slightly and gestured for Sam to sit. "I've just got to get everything served, and we can begin."

"Can I help you with anything?" Sam asked.

"Nope." came the answer, "You just sit down. I've got everything arranged, and it'll be right out."

Sam sat down as Mike disappeared into the kitchen carrying the two plates from the table. He reappeared a few moments later with the two plates full of food, set one of them in front of Sam and the other in front of the empty chair at the other end of the table. He went back into the kitchen and came back out with two goblets of water, one he set in front of Sam and the other he put at his chair. Then, he sat down.

Sam looked down at the plate and saw grilled chicken and mixed vegetables on it. It smelled really good and looked quite appetizing. He looked up at Mike, who was smiling back at him.

"Acceptable?" Mike asked.

"It looks and smells great." Sam said.

"Well dig in." Mike said, picking up his silverware, but waiting til Sam tried his.

Sam took a bite and his face widened into a huge smile. "Wow, this is awesome." he said, "You definitely outdid yourself on this one."

"Thanks. I'm glad you enjoy it."

"So, I'm still curious about this desert you have planned. Any hints?"

"Nope. You'll just have to wait and see."

The two boys sat eating quietly for a few minutes. Then, Sam looked up and said, "So no questions about how I'm doing or how I'm holding up? I've been waiting for those."

"Well," Mike began, setting his fork down, "I'm concerned about you, of course, and about your family. But I asked you here tonight to just get away from it all for a couple of hours and relax. Peppering you with questions wouldn't really help that along."

Sam nodded, thankful that Mike seemed to understand that sitting around talking about his situation was really the last thing he wanted to do.

"So, I got like forty messages from Puckerman yesterday." Sam said.

"Yeah, everyone got together in the park. Kurt and Blaine came. Blaine played ball with us. Got a couple of sneak attacks on Puck. He wasn't too happy about it, but it did seem to get laughs from everyone else."

"Blaine my replacement now?" Sam asked, looking down at his plate.

"Oh come on," Mike said, "You know better than that. Puck tried to call you forty times. Obviously they wanted you there."

Sam just sighed. "I just feel like everything is falling apart, and I'm waiting for the rest of my life to come crashing down. It's ironic, the only stable thing in my life is glee club and that's not a stable group by anyone's definition."

Mike just looked at him, unsure of how to respond, and waiting for him to open up more.

"My parents are trying to hold everything together. Stevie and Stacy are kind of shell shocked by the whole thing. I don't know what to do. My parents keep telling me to keep on being a kid, but I feel like I have to be a grownup for the little ones. And on top of trying to be everything for the others, I still haven't really come to grips with how my own life has been thrown upside down. I just don't know what to do." He slammed his hands on the table and then put them up to his face willing himself to hold together and not break down.

Mike stood up and walked over to Sam's chair. He knelt down next to the blond boy who looked so lost. Mike pulled Sam's head to his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around Sam and just held him. He felt Sam's breathing become more evened out and could feel him relaxing in his arms. Sam wrapped his arms around the boy next to him who was about the only thing holding him together.

Mike stood up and pulled Sam to his feet. He started to walk to the stairs, gently pulling Sam behind him. The two boys started to climb the stairs. As they were halfway up, Sam stopped for a moment, causing Mike to stop sharp. Mike turned to look at the other boy.

"I'm sorry." Sam said quietly.

"For what?" Mike asked.

"For screwing up the amazing dinner you made and for screwing up this great night you worked out."

"You haven't screwed anything up." Mike said, looking deep into his eyes, "This night is about us. For the next few hours, there is no world outside. There is no family. There is no school or work. There are no friends. There is nothing but us. This house is our cocoon that will keep the rest of the world out while we spend time together. You just have to trust me enough to let everything else go for awhile. Do you trust me?"

Sam looked back into Mike's eyes and just nodded.

When they got to Mike's bedroom, Sam saw the room was lit up by several candles scattered on various surfaces.

Mike walked Sam in and laid him down on the bed. He then moved over to the other side and sat up, leaning against the headboard and pulled Sam to his chest, holding him.

"Just relax." Mike whispered, "There's nothing in the world but us. Let me take care of you for tonight."

Sam pushed his face into Mike's chest and suddenly started shaking. Then, he released everything and started sobbing into Mike's chest, the tears flowing.

Mike just stroked his hair and whispered, "Let it out. I'm here. I've got you. I won't let you go."

As Mike held him, Sam's sobs started to taper off slowly until it was just some slight hiccups. They stayed in the same position, Mike stroking his hair with one hand, and rubbing his back with the other.

Sam murmured something softly into Mike's chest.

"What?" Mike asked, not able to make out anything Sam said.

Sam lifted his head slightly and said, "How do you manage to make me feel so good and forget everything that's been happening?"

Mike shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's just a gift I guess."

Sam moved his head up and his lips met Mike's. Mike felt Sam's tongue move slowly out against his lips. The lips parted and Sam's tongue moved in to meet Mike's. Sam moved his head slightly and just the very tip of his tongue traced along Mike's jawline and moved to suckle softly on his earlobe, drawing soft moans from the raven haired boy.

"Oh God." Mike said softly.

Sam moved his hand to Mike's stomach, moving in slow circles. Then, the hand moved slowly down over Mike's jeans and began to rub over the hardness that was starting to form there.

Mike reacted quickly and said, "Wait, what are you doing?"

Sam pulled away, disappointment on his face, "I thought this was what you wanted. I thought this was why you had me over tonight. Wasn't this what all that desert talk was about?"

Mike moved to place both of his hands on either side of the other boy's face. "Sam, you were just sobbing into my chest. We're not gonna go from that to having sex. I want you to feel good tonight. That's what this night was all about. It wasn't about either of us just getting off. It was about us spending time together. I could just hold you all night in my arms, and the night would be just as amazing. We don't have to do anything but be together."

"But you wanted to..."

"I wanted to make you feel good. I wanted you to relax for awhile. Honestly, I had planned on us coming up here, and my just servicing you tonight."

"Well that was never an option." Sam said, putting his head back down on Mike's chest, "There will never be a time when you do anything for me that I'm not prepared to do back for you."

Mike just looked down at him for a moment, then he said, "You're so amazing. You're so beautiful and so talented and so special. You have no idea how lucky I feel to have you here with me."

Sam picked his head up, a grin forming on his face, "Right back atcha...a hundredfold."

"A smile." Mike said softly, "First one I've seen tonight. It's beautiful."

"You bring out the best in me." Sam moved up and pressed his lips to Mike's again in another deep kiss. He leaned back after a moment and said, "Is the desert option still on the table?"

"Sam."

"Listen, I feel fine. You feel fine. We have a perfect opportunity here that we might not get again in the near future. Admittedly I've had a difficult few days, but right here right now, I feel better than I have in a long time. You make me feel good. Being with you makes everything seem better."

Mike sighed and said, "You're probably right. We will not likely get another opportunity like this. I just need to know you're doing this because you want to and not because you feel obligated to."

"I swear to you I want to do this. I want you right now. I want you desperately. I need you. I desire you."

Chuckling, Mike rolled Sam over and kissed him deeply to make him be quiet.

Sam grabbed him and rolled him over. "Me first." He began to run the tip of his tongue down Mike's neck, the tongue quickly turning into teeth nipping at the skin gently.

Sam moved on top of Mike and began grinding his hips into the boy, causing Mike's breath to hitch and become shallower. Sam could feel Mike's cock hardening beneath him, joining Sam's already raging hard on and they rubbed together beneath the denim.

Sam sat up, straddling Mike and pulled on the t-shirt, lifting it over Mike's head and throwing it off the bed. He moved down and began slowly running his tongue down the center of Mike's torso and down to his navel, where he flicked his tongue in and out several times, getting more gasps from Mike in response. He looked up with a devilish grin on his face and said, "You like?"

"Oh God!" Mike managed to get out in between gasps.

Sam took that as a yes and moved up to one nipple and began gently nipping at it with just the very edges of his teeth.

Mike began fisting the blanket as he writhed under his boyfriend's very talented mouth, his own mouth open, moaning.

While Sam moved to the other nipple, he quickly unbuttoned Sam's jeans and reached in, clasping Mike's hard cock. He could feel precum already leaking from the head, another sign that he was doing well. He rubbed up and down the hardness, using the precum as lube. He pulled Mike's jeans and boxer shorts off at once and slowly licked his way back down Mike's stomach to the ultimate goal.

Just as he was about to move down, he stopped. He pushed himself up to a sitting position, straddling Mike's legs and just looked down for a moment at the boy, naked beneath him.

Mike opened his eyes and looked up at Sam, then he said, "Is something wrong?"

"Not at all. I just wanted to look at you for a minute. I've seen you naked dozens of times in the locker room, but I tried so hard not to really look at you because I was afraid I'd just drive myself crazy. Now I'm here, and I just wanted to soak in your beauty for a minute. You are so amazing. You're perfect and now you're here with me."

Mike reached up and pulled Sam down for another deep kiss. He pulled back and looked Sam in the eye and said, "I love you."

Sam's eyes filled with tears for a moment that he blinked back and he said, "I love you so much, Mike. This is everything I've wanted for so long. No matter what else happens, up til this moment, I've never been happier than I am right now. For us it can only get better."

Sam moved down and his tongue began running up the underside of Mike's cock. It had to be at least seven and a half inches. "So much for that crap about Asian men's size." Sam thought with a silent chuckle. He put his mouth around the head and his tongue wrapped around the head. Sam began bobbing up and down, taking half of Mike's length into his mouth.

"OH GOD PLEASE DON'T STOP!" Mike screamed.

Sam thought for a moment about something, then, he figured, what the hell and he moved his head down, taking all of Mike's cock in his mouth at once.

Mike sat bolt upright and the gasp that escaped him was accompanied by an almost unearthly moan.

Sam moved up, pushing him back down onto the bed and looked him directly in the eye, Sam's eyes black with lust. Then, in a growl Sam said, "You are a very lucky boy."

"Why?" Mike managed to gasp out.

"Because in addition to my huge mouth which everyone talks about, it turns out that I have no gag reflex. I can deep throat you all fucking night."

As he moved back down, a whimper escaped Mike's lips in response.

Sam moved back down and continued to take all of Mike in at once, the head of Mike's cock hitting the back of Sam's throat over and over again, occasionally even bending down the throat slightly. Every single time eliciting a gasp from Mike.

"Oh God Sam I love you and your mouth and I fucking love no gag reflex!" Mike cried out, twisting his head into the pillow beneath him.

As Sam continued to bob up and down, he could feel the cock twitching in his mouth and the head getting slightly bigger. He knew Mike couldn't last much longer.

"Sam...Sam...I'm coming...I'm..."

Sam thought for a moment, then he made his decision and kept his mouth firmly on Mike's cock. Seconds later, he could feel Mike's cock twitch and the fluid filled his mouth. He managed to swallow all of it, not losing a drop and not releasing Mike from his mouth. He remained until not a single drop was left.

Sam moved up and looked Mike in the face, waiting for him to open his eyes. When Mike's eyes opened, he saw nothing but love in Sam's face.

"Sam...you didn't...you didn't have to..." Mike stammered.

"I wanted to. I wanted to because now I have a part of you in me. We're bonded now."

Sam leaned down and kissed Mike deeply, Mike tasting himself on Sam's tongue but not minding at all. Actually kind of relishing the experience.

Then Mike moved quickly and flipped Sam over onto his back. Then, straddling the blond boy, he said, "My turn." He pulled Sam's t-shirt off in one fluid movement and dropped it to the floor. He leaned down and licked down Sam's chest to his navel and darted his tongue in and out.

He unbuttoned Sam's pants and drug them down, pulling off his shoes and socks and then pulling the pants completely off, leaving Sam's boxer shorts on. He moved up to the tent in the boxer shorts and ran his tongue over the hardness there.

Then, he grasped the edge of the boxer shorts in his teeth and drug them down, moving slowly down on his hands and knees and watching with glee as the cock sprang free from the cloth. He pulled the shorts all the way down and dropped them on the floor, moving up to look at the form beneath him. He looked down with a grin and said, "You are a natural blond. Not as blond as your head, but blond nevertheless."

Sam smiled down at him.

Mike moved up and licked the very tip of the head, tasting some precum. It was bitter, but somehow that didn't matter. He kissed the tip gently and moved his head to take as much of the eight inches as he could.

He moved down the length and just as he got a little more than halfway, he coughed and had to move off.

Sam looked down and said, "You don't have to try that. I got lucky. I don't expect you to do the same."

Mike moved back into position and took half the length into his mouth, swirling his tongue on the underside and moving his hand to take the rest of the length and jerking his hand as he licked the cock.

"Oh wow!" Sam gasped, "That's amazing."

Mike moved his mouth up and down on the shaft while his hand worked the rest of the length.

Then, something occurred to him that he had read. He moved up and kissed Sam quickly, "Do you trust me?" he asked.

A little baffled by that question coming right then, Sam just nodded.

Mike moved off of Sam, and rolled him over onto his stomach. He licked slowly down Sam's back, the boy shuddering with pleasure beneath him. When he reached the edge of Sam's back, he licked down one cheek and then up the other. Then, he slowly pulled the cheeks apart and looked down at the little pink hole. He moved his head down and his tongue flicked out and tapped the rim of the tight hole.

"OH MY GOD!" Sam screamed.

Liking that response, Mike moved his tongue around the edge of the hole, occasionally flicking the tip into the hole.

Sam writhed beneath him and a keening sound escaped his mouth, followed by, "Oh God...don't stop...oh God...please keep doing that...Mike...I love you Mike."

Mike kept jutting his tongue all around the now slick hole and all around the edge. The boy beneath him was shaking and shuddering but was now silent, his mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure.

"Mike, I'm about to..."

Mike quickly flipped him over and took the cock in his mouth as Sam spilled deep into his throat. The taste was salty and a little bitter, but all Sam. He swallowed it all, except a few drops which escaped the sides of his lips.

Once Sam was spent, Mike moved up and kissed him, sharing the taste with his boyfriend.

"Now I have part of you in me." Mike said, smiling down at the boy he loved.

Mike moved down slightly and laid his head down on Sam's chest.

Sam wrapped his arms around the boy and pulled him tight.

They just lay there for a few minutes, feeling their skin next to the other, the slight perspiration cooling as their passion began to ebb.

Then Sam spoke, "That was...wow!"

"Yeah." Mike agreed, nodding his head, "Wow."

Sam's hand began tracing up and down Mike's back, feeling the warm skin under his fingertips. He looked down and it looked as though Mike were glowing. "Your skin is so amazing. It's like spun gold. It's so smooth and golden."

Mike looked up with a sly smile on his face, "I think the word your looking for is yellow."

Sam rolled Mike over onto his back and looked him up and down, then looked directly in Mike's eyes, "No the word I want is golden. You're my amazingly beautiful golden skinned baby boy. And I love every single inch of you. From the tips of your toes all the way up to your beautiful black hair. There is nothing about you I don't love or desire."

Mike took those words in and turned away slightly, the emotion about to well up in his eyes.

Sam put his finger under Mike's chin and turned his head back and looked him deep in his dark eyes and said, "I love you Michael Chang."

"I love you more Samuel Evans."

Sam collapsed onto Mike's chest, spent, a groan coming from the dark haired boy. "I wanna stay right here, just like this, forever."

"Well, eventually we'll have to get jobs, and eat, and pee." Mike said, "I don't think staying here like this forever is very feasible."

"Eat...oh God, I still feel terrible about your dinner." Sam said, looking up guilt in his eyes, "You went to all that trouble to cook and we didn't even get to eat."

"It's still down there. We could throw it in the microwave and nuke it and eat it."

"Can we?" Sam said, "I'm starving now."

"I'm not surprised. That was quite a workout. But what happened to never moving from this spot?"

"Mentioning dinner made me realize how hungry I am."

"Goofball." Mike said, sitting up, "Well one good thing about swallowing...we don't have to take showers."

"Good point." Sam said, collapsing back, spread eagled on the bed.

Mike looked down at him, drinking in the beauty of the boy with him one more time. "You really are a fucking Adonis." Mike said, his eyes raking over Sam's body.

"I wish." Sam said, "I could stand to lose several pounds."

"What?" Mike said, shocked, "Dude, you've got washboard abs and a perfect waist. You're crazy." He ran his fingertips over the edge of Sam's Adonis belt, "And I love this most of all."

"That's hard to maintain." Sam said, "I've been wondering if it's worth the trouble."

"Oh it's worth it."

Sam sat up and moved to the edge of the bed, "Food?"

"Okay okay." Mike said, standing up and moving to gather his clothes, "So much for my opportunity to admire your physical perfection."

"Time for that later." Sam said, pulling his pants on, "Now is time for food."

Once they were dressed, the two boys walked hand in hand downstairs. They moved into the dining room and grabbed their plates, continuing into the kitchen to heat up their dinners.

They ate mostly in silence, just being in each others presence and enjoying the quiet company.

Mike wondered to himself if this is what it would be like if they were together in another forty years, just being able to sit with each other quietly and enjoy each other without having to fill every moment with pointless conversation.

When they finished eating, they moved into the living room and sat wrapped in each others arms watching TV, barely paying attention to what was running on the screen.

After awhile, Sam looked at his watch and it read ten o'clock. "What time are your parents getting home?"

"Soon probably."

"We have school in the morning." Sam said, standing up and stretching, "I should go."

"Do you need me to pick you up in the morning?" Mike asked.

"Would you? I'm trying to save gas."

"Of course. I love seeing you first thing in the morning and riding in together."

"It's like we're an old married couple."

"Yup."

"Walk me out, beautiful."

Sam held his hands out and Mike grabbed them, allowing Sam to pull him to his feet.

"You wore me out." Mike said.

"Me?" Sam asked innocently, "You're the animal in this relationship."

When the two boys reached the door, Mike wrapped his arms around Sam's shoulders. Sam responded by wrapping his arms around the small of Mike's back. They pulled each other tight, then moved back for a deep kiss goodbye.

When they pulled apart, Sam opened the door and started to move out. "I love you." he said, as he walked out.

Mike moved to the door, to watch him go. "I love you too." He watched Sam walk to his car, get in, and drive off.

He closed the door and leaned back against it, a smile across his face from ear to ear.