A/N: Warning for sex and language.
Part Fourteen
Kurt paused in the doorway to his room, watching the care Sam took to hang the garment bag he had brought with him just so. Then running a hand down the length, smoothing out the wrinkles. If only Sam would take as much care with his own clothes, Kurt thought ruefully. The quarterback was dressed in gray sweats with a blue t-shirt that, Kurt had to admit, did wonderful things for the color of Sam's eyes. Not to mention the wonderful things the tight fabric did for his abs.
Sam looked around the room idly. It wasn't at all what he had expected. Instead of a typical hospital room, Kurt's room in the Psych wing looked more like a college dorm. The floor was lightly carpeted and the furniture, though limited, looked comfortable. His quick look around had him coming back full circle to face the door. And Kurt. Sam's face lit up as Kurt entered.
"Hey."
"Sam."
Their reunion was unexpectedly awkward, neither one quite knowing how to proceed. Kurt had tried to commit suicide. Sam's dad had tried to kill him. They weren't subjects easily brought up in casual conversation. So, initially, they said nothing, satisfied with exchanging nervous smiles.
Kurt opened the garment bag, noting the blue and brown horizontally striped shirt, somewhat tame but serviceable blue jeans and hat.
Sam licked his lips, nervously hoping the clothes he had picked out for Kurt would be okay. The hat had been an impulsive, last minute addition. Privately, Sam referred to it as the Peter Pan hat and, though he would never tell Kurt, he thought it made him look adorable.
Sam bit back a smile. It was the hat Kurt had worn when he came to see him in the shower.
Kurt absently nodded his approval, his thoughts lingering on what had just happened with his dad. Still, he managed a half-hearted smile for Sam's efforts.
"They're fine. Thank you."
Kurt kissed Sam. It was a modest kiss by any standard. A quick, chaste brush of lips that wasn't at all what Sam wanted. But, judging from Kurt's red rimmed eyes and quiet snuffling, maybe it was what his boyfriend needed at the moment. So instead of tossing Kurt on the bed, stripping his clothes off and fucking him senseless until he cried out Sam's name as he came, Sam held back and took his cue from Kurt's mood.
Sam nodded towards the garment bag. "There's more."
Kurt felt along the bottom of the bag. He pulled out the expected shoes and socks. Sam shook his head. Puzzled, Kurt reached in again and pulled out a jar of moisturizer. He let out a soft "oh" of surprise, genuinely touched by Sam's gift.
"Crème de la Mer!" Sam's blue eyes sparkled, loving Kurt's reaction. "How could you possibly afford it?"
Sam chuckled, pleased with himself. "I have my ways." He drew Kurt into his arms as he glanced at the moisturizer and then back at Kurt mischievously. "Just remember, it goes on your face not the walls, Kermie."
A guilty flush crept into Kurt's face. He had forgotten about his temper tantrum that had resulted in a trashed room and broken vanity. He stepped out of Sam's arms, eyes downcast, embarrassed. He walked to the coffee table and set the Crème de la Mer down, putting a few feet between him and Sam in the process.
Sam kicked himself for being such an idiot. Obviously, Kurt was upset. And instead of being there for him, Sam had opened his oversized mouth and put his equally oversized foot in it.
By now, Sam had learned the details of Kurt's suicide attempt from Finn. He'd had two weeks to think about it and realize he had literally been a breath away from losing his beautiful Kermit eyed boy. The thought brought a tightness to his chest. Still, he would do his best to be supportive.
"Do you want to talk about…taking the pills?" And there it was, one of the elephants in the room that they really couldn't avoid any longer.
Kurt fidgeted with the lid of the moisturizer, brow creased in thought.
"Do you hate me?"
Sam almost laughed at the absurdity of the question. Almost. Because Kurt definitely was not laughing. He held himself stiffly, shoulders squared as if he had to physically brace himself for Sam's answer. There was a questioning light in Kurt's eyes and Sam's jaw tightened in anger. What the hell had Burt Hummel said in that counseling session that left his son so withdrawn and uneasy?
"What?"
Kurt dared a quick glance over to Sam before focusing again on the jar.
"Do you-hate-me?"
He gave Sam a second to answer. And then another. After a long moment of silence, Kurt looked up and saw Sam crossing the room to the door. Kurt watched him leave, heart aching.
But when Sam reached the door, he closed it, locked it and pulled the blinds down. He turned around, back to the door, and stood there watching the emotions play across Kurt's face. God, he was beautiful. And sexy. And so fucking vulnerable at this moment. He never wanted to see Kurt looking at him like that again.
"Do I hate you?" Sam repeated slowly as if turning the words over in his mind and giving them careful consideration. He sauntered across the room. His fingers tugged playfully at the zipper of his hoodie as he held Kurt's gaze. Finally, he slid the zipper down and took his time shrugging out of his sweatshirt. He leaned against a chair, making a show of stretching his long, muscular legs out as he kicked off his shoes and socks. Desire sparked in Kurt's eyes now and Sam smiled to himself. Much better.
Sam dug into his pocket, pulled out his favorite cinnamon anise lip balm and uncapped it. Kurt's face brightened as soon as the scent reached him. Licorice. Dark and earthy. Wordlessly, Sam applied the balm in a slow, lazy circle around his lips. The cinnamon left a pleasant tingle against his mouth. From the way Kurt's eyes were quickly shading from blue to green, Sam had no doubt that Kurt remembered how warm the cinnamon had been on his skin, too.
He closed the space between them in a heartbeat, suddenly close enough to see Kurt's pulse quicken in the hollow of his throat.
"You look good enough to eat."
Sam's mouth fastened on that quick flutter, sucking the skin hard. Tomorrow the bruise would be vivid against the pale skin of Kurt's throat, evidence to everyone that Sam had claimed him. The thought thrilled him. And from the desperate, happy whimpers Kurt was making, he was all for Sam's efforts.
Sam pulled back, grinning at Kurt's flushed cheeks. Locking his hands behind his back, Sam leaned over and bit into the sash of Kurt's kimono robe. A tug. Another. Sam used his teeth to pull the sash free and drop it to the floor. He hooked his thumbs in the shoulders of the kimono and trailed them down the sleeves of Kurt's silk pajamas, disrobing him. Mindful of the beautiful garment and Kurt's sensibilities, he took a moment to hang it up. Kurt acknowledged his thoughtfulness with a grateful smile.
Sam attacked Kurt's top. Kurt's eyes widened as Sam's mouth closed over the first button and, using his tongue and lips, unfastened it. When he went for the second, Kurt groaned, pressing his chest against Sam's mouth and the furtive little movements that tongue was making.
Kurt's fingers wound into Sam's hair, anxious to touch him but, eyes sparkling, Sam wriggled out of his reach. He mimicked Kurt's head shake and finger wag to warn Kurt against touching him. Sam's lips danced across the third button and soon it was undone as well. He stepped back, surveying his work. The dark blue silk of Kurt's shirt had slid to his shoulders, effectively trapping his arms to his sides. The front now fell in a wide vee to frame Kurt's pale chest just beneath his hardening nipples. Sam's tongue lapped over one of the tight little nubs before he sucked it between his teeth. Kurt's initial gasp quickly became a throaty moan. Perfect.
"Why, Sam Evans, I do believe you're trying to seduce me with your masculine wiles." Kurt glanced sidelong at Sam, playing at being coy.
"Trying?" Sam reached between them to palm Kurt's erection. "More like succeeding."
Kurt rolled his hips and rubbed seductively against Sam's hand. "You're going to besmirch my maidenly virtue."
Sam snorted. "Besmirch?"
"I could scream." Kurt teased.
"I'll be disappointed if you don't." Sam answered huskily. He lowered his head and kissed Kurt, lips pressing, coercing until Kurt's mouth opened to his and Sam was soon making his own happy little noises as their tongues met.
Reluctantly, Sam broke away. He grabbed the kimono sash from the floor and circled behind Kurt. He grabbed Kurt's wrists firmly-the way he liked-pulled them back and used the sash to tie his hands together securely. Kurt gasped when Sam jerked on the sash, making sure it was tight enough to hold.
Kurt stretched his fingers behind him and successfully snagged and loosened the tie to Sam's sweatpants. Sam stepped out of his reach. "Uh-uh! Hands to yourself." He leaned close to Kurt's ear. "Or I'll bend you over my knee and do something wicked."
"Oo, promise?"
Sam smacked Kurt's ass and was rewarded with a lovely, boyish wiggle as Kurt scooted away. He circled back around so that he was standing in front of Kurt again. Sam glanced down at his untied sweatpants and then at Kurt's pajama bottoms.
"I like the way you think, Kermie."
Sam ghosted his mouth from Kurt's throat, down his bared chest and stopped just above the tie to Kurt's pants. He stayed there for a long moment, his breath warm against the thin silk covering Kurt's skin. Kurt rocked his hips forward. Sam accepted the invitation, took the tie in his teeth and pulled it loose in one move. As he had done with the robe, Sam hooked his thumbs into Kurt's waistband and pulled the pajamas and underwear down to his thighs. Once there, Sam deftly retied the pajamas, binding Kurt's legs together so that he was helpless to move.
Kurt watched Sam expectantly, desperately wanting his boyfriend to wrap those soft, full lips around his now exposed penis. It wouldn't happen. Not yet. They had both agreed to get tested for a year before having oral sex. Just to be safe. Kurt chewed his lip, frustrated. Stupid, stupid agreement. He had been so lost in thought, he hadn't realized Sam was staring at him, licking his lips as if his thoughts had mirrored Kurt's. Kurt's erection grew harder.
Damn, Sam really wanted to deep throat Kurt. Instead, he gave the younger boy a lazy smile, knowing that Kurt was aroused by Sam watching him. And Kurt's hard on was like a little cheerleader encouraging his own erection.
"I think we're missing something." Sam walked over to the coffee table and picked up the jar of Crème de la Mer. "This'll work." Kurt looked horrified.
"Don't. You. Dare."
Sam turned Kurt away so he couldn't see what he was doing. Kurt strained to look over his shoulder, hoping and praying that Sam wasn't serious. He heard the lid of the jar being unscrewed.
"Samuel Elijah Evans! That is a $200 jar of my favorite moisturizer!"
"Should be good stuff then."
Sam's voice was right behind him and Kurt startled at how close he suddenly was. Kurt felt Sam's chest against his back. One hand gripped Kurt's hip. The other slid around front.
"Crème de la Mer is not meant to be frivolously squandered as personal lubrica-oh!"
Kurt's head snapped back against Sam's shoulder as the blonde teen's fist closed around him, slickly pumping his shaft then palming across the head. Kurt struggled to breathe. He was bucking against Sam's hand in front and Sam's cock was grinding against his ass from behind.
"Sam-!"
Sam eased his hand down to cup Kurt's balls as he kissed the back of his neck. "You were saying?"
"We're going to need a bigger jar." Kurt murmured blissfully, eyes heavy lidded, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"I think I just added thirty minutes to your moisturizing routine."
Sam continued to knead Kurt as he licked and sucked his neck. Kurt was whimpering again, soft, strangled sounds.
"…please…"
Sam chuckled against Kurt's skin.
"That's not the magic word, Kermie."
Kurt huffed, annoyed. "I will not-!"
Sam shrugged. "Suit yourself." His fist closed around Kurt again and he squeezed, released, then squeezed again.
"…no…" Kurt wriggled against Sam's body, moaning.
Sam palmed slow circles across Kurt's head and Kurt quickly gave in.
"Ribbit, you sick fu-ow!"
Sam silenced Kurt's complaint with a quick nip to the soft spot just behind Kurt's ear. He immediately eased the pain with quick licks across the area that soon had Kurt making noises of pleasure.
"Of all the boys at McKinley…" Kurt muttered, "…I get the perv with the frog kink."
Sam stopped and pulled his hands away. "Oh, dude, you did not just go there." Sam smirked. "I'm not the only one in this room with a kink or two."
"You wouldn't!"
Kurt stepped back but, with his legs bound, he tripped and started to fall. Immediately, Sam reached out to catch him but instead Kurt took him down, too. They both ended up in a tangled, laughing heap on the floor. Kurt squealed as Sam grabbed both of Kurt's calves and pulled him towards his lap.
"Not the ankles! Not the ankles!" Kurt giggled as he tried to squirm out of Sam's grasp. Sam quickly caught one of Kurt's flailing feet and, holding it firmly with both hands in spite of Kurt's best efforts to free himself, began sucking and kissing his way from the delicate arch of Kurt's foot to the oh so sensitive skin of his inner ankle. It wasn't long before Kurt stopped resisting. With a contented sigh, he flopped back loosely on the carpeting, eyes closed, breath quickening and gave himself over to the little shivers of ecstasy Sam's tongue was coaxing from him.
Sam removed the slippers from Kurt's feet and unceremoniously tossed them over his shoulder. His fingers moved up inside the silk pajama legs, stroking a path from Kurt's ankles to the curve of his calves and finally coming to rest on his knees. His fingers brushed the back of Kurt's knees. Kurt's hips rose off the floor at the sensation. They hadn't been together all that long, really, but Sam had been quick to learn the hot spots on Kurt's body.
Sam rocked back on his heels and quickly stripped off his t-shirt. He loved toying with Kurt but not being inside him, fucking him was making Sam a little crazy. He undid the tie to Kurt's pajamas and soon had him naked from the waist down. He thought about taking the top off, too, but he kind of liked the way rumpled, half-dressed Kurt looked stretched out beneath him. Sam straddled Kurt's waist. He reached around and untied the kimono sash, which may have been a mistake.
Hands and legs free, Kurt quickly took advantage and wrestled Sam onto his back. He forced Sam's hands over his head and held them there, tight against the floor as his mouth worked against Sam's. Sam made a half-hearted attempt to break free. Kurt quickly scampered onto his chest, used his knees to pin Sam's shoulders to the floor and leaned in to suck on Sam's earlobe. Kurt moved on until he found the spot he wanted . His mouth fastened on the base of Sam's neck where it curved into his shoulder and Kurt bit down, sure his teeth would leave an impression.
"God-Kermie-fuck that feels good!"
Sam jerked up hard and pulled his hands free from Kurt's grip. One hand fisted in Kurt's hair, the other cupped the back of his neck, holding him in place, silently encouraging Kurt as he continued to bite and tongue him.
Kurt's hands slid to Sam's back. He froze. And suddenly the second elephant in the room was there, front and center, demanding attention. Kurt blinked back the tears that suddenly threatened as his fingers felt the scars crisscrossing Sam's back. He wrapped his arms around Sam's neck, buried his face into his boyfriend's chest and cried.
Sam hugged Kurt to him. He made soft, shushing sounds as he stroked Kurt's hair. Sam tightened his hold on Kurt as he sat up, holding Kurt in his lap. After a few moments, he lifted Kurt's face to his. Sam's thumb wiped the tears from Kurt's cheeks.
"It's over now."
"But your dad-"
Sam's thumb pressed against Kurt's lips, silencing him. "It's over." He repeated more firmly. His thumb outlined the fullness of Kurt's lower lip before he leaned in for a soft kiss. "I'll tell you about it later. In the meantime-" Sam's lips twitched, amused, "-I've got another surprise for you."
Sam stood and drew Kurt to his feet. He guided Kurt's hands to his sweatpants and slid his thumbs under the waistband. Kurt's eyes flew open, his mouth dropping in surprise. Kurt worked his hands further in Sam's pants. Finally, he just grabbed Sam's waistband and yanked his sweatpants to the floor and Sam, obliging, stepped out of them and kicked the sweats out of the way.
Kurt had secretly fantasized about this moment but wasn't sure how Sam would react to his request. But now, here he was, shamelessly standing before Kurt in satin and lace underwear grinning like an idiot at the look on Kurt's face.
"I may be a perv with a frog kink, but I'm not the perv who spent $300 at xdress."
"Mm-hmm." Kurt agreed absently, distracted by Sam's cock straining against the light blue satin. He moved closer, rubbing against him. He gripped Sam's ass and pulled him closer.
Sam maneuvered them over to his hoodie. He reached into the pocket and pulled out three condoms. He fanned them out before Kurt. "Pick one. Or-" Sam wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, "-we could just work through all three of them."
"Oh." Kurt's face fell when he saw the condom packets, suddenly realizing something.
Sam dug his nails into his palms, hiding his frustration. "Kermie, it's okay." He kissed Kurt again, letting his lips and tongue linger. "We don't have to do this." Another kiss. "It's okay to change your mind."
"I want to, it's just-"
Sam chewed his lip, concerned. "What?"
"I don't know if Crème de la Mer is compatible with latex condoms."
Sam bit his lip, trying to hold back a laugh. "Kurt, babe, I know you're high maintenance
but-" Sam broke off, giggling. "You really thought I would use a $200 cream for lube?" Sam doubled over laughing. "Dude, seriously?"
He walked over to the coffee table, grabbed a box then showed it to Kurt.
Pre-Seed Personal Lubricant.
"$19.95." He pulled a resistant, pouting Kurt into his arms. "And you're worth every penny." He scooped Kurt up and carried him to the bed. Kurt's lips twitched, trying not to smile. Sam tossed him lightly onto the mattress causing Kurt to giggle. Sam crawled over to him. He fixed Kurt with a mock serious look. "Don't make me tickle you."
Sam sat up and started to finish undressing. Kurt licked his lips, then reached out to stop Sam's hands. "Can you-leave them on?"
Sam broke into a grin as he tugged the satin panty down to his thighs, experimenting with how much he would be able to move. Satisfied, he eyed Kurt. "Good?"
Kurt laid back on the bed and played footsie with Sam's satin covered muscles, sliding his toes under the lace trim of the lingerie. "Mmmm…" Kurt was practically purring. He watched Sam with hungry, eager eyes as he opened the condom and put it on. Kurt grabbed the lube and rubbed some more on himself and slicked up Sam's fingers. He hooked a leg over Sam's shoulder and the other around his waist.
Sam worked his fingers into Kurt, loosening him up. He was surprised by how quickly Kurt relaxed and opened up to him. He had worked up to three fingers comfortably when he drew out. There was one more thing he needed to take care of.
"Kurt, look at me."
Kurt's eyes fluttered open, puzzled at first, then concerned that something's wrong when Sam didn't call him Kermie.
Sam shifted until he was in position, then teased his head into Kurt's ass.
"I."
He waited a moment, pulled out, then pushed in again, just a little more as Kurt arched to meet him.
"Don't."
Out. In. Deeper.
"Hate."
He withdrew and then in one smooth, slick stroke he's in all the way, shuddering as Kurt's muscles tightened around his cock, milking him.
"You." Sam gasped.
To Kurt, they're the sweetest words in the world.
"…imzadi…"
Sam blinked in surprise. He searched Kurt's face, not sure what he's looking for in the luminous green eyes that meet his. Kurt's never quoted Star Trek before. He's never called him anything other than Sam.
Imzadi.
Beloved.
Kurt watched Sam's reaction, biting his lips nervously. Maybe he pronounced it wrong? Maybe it doesn't mean what he remembered it to mean? Maybe Sam hated it?
"…kermie…"
And then Sam was moving again, filling Kurt, both of them falling into a familiar, urgent rhythm as if they'd never been apart. Kurt shifted his hips slightly and there, Sam was hitting the sweet spot with every stroke. Kurt didn't think it could get any better than this when Sam fisted his cock. Kurt thought he would pass out from the pleasure. But Sam had one more surprise. He managed to get Kurt's foot in his other hand and he pressed a thumb into the arch as he entered Kurt. It sent Kurt over the edge.
"-Sam-!"
And that was all Kurt managed to gasp out before he stiffened, hands clenching the sheets. So close. Sam pumped into him again and suddenly Kurt's screaming into the pillow as Sam rides him, driving into him, hips rolling frantically as he comes with an almost violent shudder that rocks his whole body. Sam's a heartbeat behind him. One, two strokes more and he's there, coming as hard as Kurt had.
Several minutes later, they're in the shower, cleaning up and making small talk. Kurt asks about Sarah and what Rachel's dads are like. Sam talks about the music the Glee club is working on. Really, the words don't matter. They're finding their way back to each other, reconnecting .
"When does your dad's trial start?"
Kurt felt Sam's shoulders tense as he rinsed the soap from his skin.
"My dad isn't going to trial."
Sam sat down on the shower's safety bench and leaned his head against the tile, watching Kurt watching him, green eyes curious and compassionate. He laughed then. Tight. Strangled. As if the sound could just as easily have been a cry.
"He died."
And suddenly Kurt was just there, a warm, solid presence straddling his lap, stroking wet bangs out of his eyes, trailing kisses across his face. He leaned into Kurt's embrace. Tears mixed with the shower spray and Kurt kissed both from Sam's cheeks. After a few moments, it was easier to go on.
"He drowned."
Kurt pulled back, incredulous. "When? How?"
Sam shrugged. "Two days later, in his cell."
"He drowned in his jail cell?"
"Det. Pulaski called it delayed drowning. Somehow fluids built up in his lungs." Sam repeated numbly. "My dad drowned." He laughed again, that heartbreaking, half-choked sound.
Kurt kissed him, then wrapped Sam in his arms and rocked him. They stayed that way for a few moments more until a knock at Kurt's door interrupted them. And then Finn's voice came from the other side.
"Kurt? It's Finn! Are you okay?" Knocking again, louder, insistent. "Kurt!"
"Oh, shit!" Kurt giggled as he hopped out of the shower and quickly wrapped a towel around his waist.
Sam heard Kurt's voice, then Finn's and then Kurt was back in the bathroom, eyes bright with humor, as he urged Sam to hurry up and get dressed.
Sam pulled Kurt back for a quick kiss. Then he quickly toweled off and came back to the main room to get dressed. He saw Finn's shadow outside the door, waiting.
They both shrugged quickly into their clothes, trying to be quiet about it. Kurt checked himself then gave Sam a quick once over.
"Ready?"
Sam nodded. Kurt opened his door and let Finn in. Finn took one look at Sam and frowned.
"What are you doing here?"
"Seeing how many balls I can fit in my mouth." Sam deadpanned. He winked at Kurt and then brushed past Finn without another word of explanation.