Author's Note:

Hi all, several of you have asked why the switch from a rating of T to M ... I think this may answer your questions... ;)

Enough from me ... on with the show!

Don't know anything, don't know anyone, and certainly don't own anything. (I wish though!) Please feel free to review with constructive criticism, etc.

14 - Comfort

Derrick dropped the boys off and headed off to his photo shoot. The two retrieved their room key from the front desk and headed up to their room.

Once inside, Dave leaned back on the bed, propping his head and shoulders up with several pillows and Sam walked over to join him.

"So, did you have fun today?" Dave asked. "'Cause you looked like you did." He stretched out his arm in invitation. Sam obliged, lying beside him and laying his head on his chest, and Dave closed his arm around him.

"Yeah, it was fun once I got into it," Sam said smiling. "And you were right, Derrick is really cool."

"Even cool enough to forgive him for tricking you?" Dave said, frowning.

Sam thought about it for a minute. "Yeah, he was just trying to help. I still can't believe she's actually offering to pay us." He lay there quietly for several minutes.

"What are you thinking?" Dave asked, gently running his hands through Sam's highlighted locks.

"That I like this," Sam said, smiling up at him.

Dave smiled back. "I know. At the beginning of this year, I couldn't have imagined any of this."

"I know," Sam said, absently running his hand across Dave's chest. "You know, I went out with both Quinn and Santana, but neither of them gave me what you do. It's not about sex, or being physical. It's about this to me. Being close, being together."

"So you don't want sex?" Dave said, looking down at him with a frown.

"Oh, God yes," Sam said punching him lightly in the chest. "I'm a guy! Of course I want sex! I just mean that it's not the end all, be all of a relationship."

"Okay, you had me worried there for a minute," Dave said with a chuckle.

Sam smiled and continued to trace the seams around the buttons of Dave's striped rugby. "I do love this. I can hear your heartbeat."

Dave's smile broadened, as he rubbed Sam's back and shoulder. "I love you, Sam."

Sam stopped playing with Dave's shirt and propped himself on his elbow to look him in the eyes. He searched them for a moment, eliciting a questioning and slightly worried look from Dave. He smiled broadly and said, "I love you too, Dave." He leaned in and kissed him on the lips.

Their lips' meeting was like an electric charge to Dave, one that traveled all the way to his toes and back. His hand made its way from Sam's back to his hair. He pulled Sam into him as he lifted himself into Sam, smashing their lips together.

Sam's hand made its way to the hem of Dave's shirt and snuck beneath it. It brushed past the light fuzz of hair across his belly as he pushed up toward his chest. He broke their kiss just long enough to move to straddle Dave.

Dave's fingers found the buttons on Sam's shirt and slowly began unfastening them one by one. He leaned forward allowing Sam to slip his shirt above his head and their lips met again as he dropped back to the pillows. Sam's tongue slipped between his lips and Dave gently sucked on it. It was ecstasy. Dave had never found himself attracted to girls enough to ever get his far, and he hadn't dared to even think about doing this with another guy, so his senses were in overdrive.

Sam's shirt was fully open now and Dave's hands found their way around Sam's sides and traced the muscles of his back. Sam moaned at his touch. Dave brought his hands back around and traced Sam's abs, slowly moving upward across his chest then around his shoulders.

Sam leaned back allowing Dave to slide his shirt off. Dave took him in, from his disheveled locks to the waistband of his pants, trying to memorize every curve. "What?" Sam asked, still somewhat wary of his appearance.

"You're ... beautiful," Dave said, pulling him back down onto him.

"You are too," Sam whispered into his ear, just before taking his earlobe into his mouth. Dave moaned as Sam moved down his neck, alternating gentle kisses and licks. Sam then kissed his way up his jaw, before planting another on his mouth. He rounded his chin and kissed Dave's Adam's apple gently.

Dave shuddered as he felt Sam's breath on his chest. He clawed at the bed covers as Sam rolled his head round, allowing Dave's light chest fuzz to graze his chin and then his cheek as Sam's light stubble scratched teasingly at Dave's chest. Sam quickly latched onto one of Dave's large dark nipples gently sucking and then nipping. His lips formed a smile around it as his actions caused Dave to buck up into him unconsciously.

"Sam," Dave said, his voice low and husky.

Sam stopped what he was doing, lifting himself to look into Dave's smoldering hazel eyes. "You okay?"

Dave nodded, then, rather breathlessly, said, "Yeah, we're just kind of getting to a point of no return."

Now basically sitting on him, Sam could feel Dave's erection stretching at the denim of his jeans. Sam reached down and took the side of Dave's face in his hand, his thumb gently tracing over the 'beauty mark' on his cheek. "I'm ready for at least a little more if you are," Sam said smiling at him. He rolled forward slightly, allowing Dave to feel his own erection against his hip.

Dave sat up, kissing him again while reaching for the buttons of Sam's jeans. Sam slid himself back and lifted himself to his knees, both allowing himself access to Dave's button and zipper and Dave access to the rest of his fly. Once Dave had released the final button on his jeans, Sam lifted himself from Dave and in a fluid motion slid his jeans over his hips and came to lie beside Dave. Dave brought himself to his knees, and, though a little less gracefully, brought his own jeans down to his knees, then lay beside Sam.

Sam pulled Dave over him, tracing the muscles on his back while at the same time slowly sliding a foot down Dave's leg. The motion not only drove Dave wild, but also helped to slide his pants the rest of the way off. Dave followed suit and soon their bare legs grazed one another. The feel of the hairs on their legs gently brushing over each other had Sam clawing at Dave's back.

They could feel their erections sliding across one another, separated only by the thin cotton of their boxers. That cotton was beginning to get damp as their shafts began to prepare for what was to come.

Dave reached round beneath Sam, placing his hands on Sam's shoulder blades, as Sam began sliding his hands down Dave's back finding the waistband of his boxers. Dave ground into him as Sam's hands slipped into his boxers and squeezed his butt. Sam brought his fingers around and began slipping the material down.

Dave brought himself up onto his knees as Sam continued pushing at the material. His penis soon broke free and slapped against his belly.

Sam gently pushed him over so that he was once again lying where he'd started. Then Sam pushed up onto his knees and reached for his own boxers.

"Wait," Dave said. Sam looked at him strangely for a moment. The look was replaced by a smile as Dave placed his hand on Sam's chest, slowly dusting over it, pausing to circle each nipple before tracing down his abs, following the scant trail of hair from his navel toward his goal. Dave ran a finger over Sam's waistband, and then gently brushed his erection with the back of his hand. Sam shuddered.

As Dave lightly traced Sam's balls with his fingers, his erection throbbed, straining at its cotton bindings. Dave placed the palm of his hand over the shaft, moving ever so slowly up to its head. Sam shuddered again, as Dave's palm grazed the tender underside of his head. "Oh God," Sam whimpered.

With a satisfied smile, Dave curled his fingers into Sam's waistband and gently freed Sam's penis from its prison. Once his boxers were to his knees, Sam lay down atop Dave.

Sam quickly tried to use his foot to slide their boxers off just as they had their jeans, but he didn't count on the new found freedom his balls enjoyed. They dangled between Dave's thighs, his hairs and Dave's mingling, teasing, and tickling; the most basic movements eliciting such extreme pleasure.

Once he managed to free the both of them from their boxers, Sam began to drag himself up Dave's torso, both of them enjoying the feel of full body contact. When he was even with Dave's chest, he licked each nipple in turn, and then kissed his way up Dave's throat to his mouth.

Their lips met again, their tongues darting in and out; playfully biting at each other's lips. Dave drug his fingers across Sam's back then laced them through his hair. Sam pushed his arms beneath Dave's, hugging him tightly to him, and then moved to run his fingers through Dave's hair.

Their shafts rolled over one another. The moist, sensitive underside of Dave tip skimming across Sam's firm abs. He bucked up into Sam causing him to groan.

Even the simplicity of the sounds they made was becoming excruciatingly pleasurable. They could feel the vibrations of their moans though the shared contact of their chests, the hum though their lips and tongues. They ground themselves together unconsciously, their bodies on autopilot.

Sam could feel himself getting closer. He could feel his balls contracting; his breath was coming in short pants. He thought he could even feel Dave balls pulling themselves closer to his shaft. Now it wasn't just their shafts rubbing against one another, but their balls, their nipples, their thighs, their calves. Every nerve ending was firing at once, it was blinding.

Dave suddenly bucked forward, clawing at Sam's butt. Sam's back arched and he let out a choked scream as he orgasmed between them.

Sam's spasms combined with the feel of the warm liquid now spreading between them pushed Dave over the edge as well. He screamed into Sam's shoulder as Sam hugged him tightly.

They lay there silently, breathing heavily, wrapped in each other's arms. They each nuzzled the other's neck; mild aftershocks occurring when either of them dared to move anything more than their necks.

They lay there for the longest time, sharing tender kisses until the majority of the sensitivity had faded.

"I really do love you," Dave said, smiling up at the ceiling, his fingers tracing lazy patterns across Sam's back.

Sam pulled back to look at him. "I love you too." He leaned down to kiss him, and then pulled back with a chuckle.

"What?" Dave asked.

"I'd love to stay like this forever," Sam said, grinning.

"But?" Dave said frowning.

"But if we stay like this too long ... we're gonna stick together." His grin broke into a full out laugh, lowering his forehead to Dave's shoulder.

"Oh, the joys of manhood!" Dave burst out laughing as well. "Man, this feels funky."

"Shower?" Sam said, picking himself up.

"Uh, yeah, I think so."

Sam gingerly raised himself from atop Dave and made his way off the bed. His legs felt like jelly beneath him as he offered Dave his hand. Dave took it and slid himself off the bed as well.

"Do you feel as...?" Dave started.

"Yeah," Sam answered, smiling.

Dave pulled Sam back against his chest. "I've probably done that ... on my own ... like a hundred times, but it's never felt like that."

"I know; I still can't believe that we never actually ... touched each other."

They shared a giggle and headed for the bathroom.

In the bathroom, Sam started the water. He made it a little warmer than he usually liked it, recalling that in the locker room Dave liked his showers nearly scalding. He pulled the curtain open and followed Dave in. He eased Dave under the cascade and grabbed the body wash. Once Dave was wet, Sam squirted some of the wash into his palm, and began to lather Dave's hair massaging his scalp. Dave seemed to melt under his touch. Sam let the lather run down Dave's chest and back and added more wash to his hand. He soaped up Dave's back, butt and legs then turned him around to lather his chest. Massaging the lather into Dave's skin, he was careful to wash all of the remnants out of the fine hair on his chest and stomach. He then started to delve lower, but Dave stopped him.

"Un, uh ... my turn."

Dave reversed their position, pushing Sam under the warm stream. Sam leaned his head back, soaking his hair.

"You know, I think I like your hair like that," Dave said.

"What?"

"It's darker when it's wet, I like it like that. I think the highlights are cute, too, but I like it darker, it brings out your eyes."

Sam smiled at him as Dave started lathering his head. Dave was able to move along a bit swifter with Sam since he was essentially hairless above the waist. Soon they were both done, except for their genitals.

"Okay, what now?" Sam said, grinning.

"Don't worry," Dave said. "I have an idea."

By now they were both semi-hard again. Dave poured some of the body wash into his palm and stepped closer to Sam. Reaching down he took both of their shafts into his hand and began stroking, slowly lathering them. Dave then began rubbing the lather into their balls. Sam took up massaging their now rigid shafts.

Dave pressed forward, causing Sam to lean against the tile wall. There was a small shock as his back contacted the cold tile, but it was quickly replaced as Dave took his nipple into his mouth. Sam let out a moan and gently squeezed their shafts together. Dave braced his hands against the tile behind Sam, and spread his feet bracing them against the sides of the tub. A good thing, too, as Sam angled both of their shafts up causing their sensitive undersides to rub together. They both shuddered.

It wasn't long before they were once again emptying themselves. Sam continued to milk their shafts until they became too sensitive. Dave had to help steady him as his legs were again like jelly. They kissed again as they made sure they had washed away all remnants of their lovemaking.

Turning off the water, they grabbed towels from the bar.

The hotel room door opened and Blaine and Kurt walked in, both loaded down with shopping bags. They walked over to their bed and began unburdening.

"That's funny, I figured Sam and Dave would be back before us," Blaine said.

"Hmm? Maybe they went down to get a snack or something," Kurt said shrugging.

Blaine glanced over to the other side of the room. "Uh, Kurt maybe we should go get some coffee or something."

"Don't be ridiculous, we just had coffee."

"Um, ice," Blaine said heading for the ice bucket. He grabbed it and then grabbed Kurt's arm heading for the door. "We need ice ... and pops."

"Oh for heaven's sake it doesn't take both of is to go get ice or pops."

As they neared the door to the room the bathroom door swung open. Dave and Sam both stepped out laughing and wearing nothing but towels around their waists. Kurt's eyes grew wide. Blaine just scrunched his eyes closed, sighing.

"Uh, hi guys," Sam said. They were both blushing. Dave was red nearly all the way to his navel. "Uh, we were just..."

"Shaving!" Dave said.

"Yeah, getting ready for dinner tonight," Sam added nodding.

"What kind of pop did you want Blaine?" Kurt said absently, staring somewhere unfocused between and well beyond the two.

"Uh, anything citrusy ... Mountain Dew, Mellow Yellow," Blaine said quickly. "You guys want anything?"

"Sure Coke would be great," Sam said. Dave just nodded. "I've got some change in my pocket..."

"That's alright, I've got it," Kurt said quickly exiting the room.

"Oh my God!" Dave said.

"Sorry," Sam said to Blaine as the latter sank down onto the end of his and Kurt's bed.

"Um, were you guys finished?" Blaine asked, looking up at them sympathetically.

"Uh, yeah," Sam said looking over at Dave.

"Were we that obvious?" Dave asked, the blush only barely starting to fade.

"You weren't ... but," Blaine nodded toward their bed. Dave's shirt was tossed to one side, their pants and boxers were haphazardly strewn across the floor at the foot and Sam's shirt was hanging either from the headboard or the lampshade, Blaine couldn't tell from this angle.

Dave quickly moved over and began tidying up.

"As long as you had fun," Blaine said smiling up at him.

"We did," Sam said, a dopy (or blissfully drugged) look spreading across his face.

"Don't need to know!" Blaine said laughing.

"Uh, is Kurt okay?" Dave asked, placing their clothes between their bags.

Blaine smiled over at him. "Yeah, he's just a little more of a romantic than a mechanic, if you know what I mean. We're working on the intimacy thing."

"Oh," Dave said. "I can't say much, I've never done anything before today either."

"I couldn't tell," Sam said plainly.

"Okay, too much information!" Blaine said, laughing. The blush returned across Dave's chest, as Sam joined Blaine in the laughter.

Sam walked over to Dave and the two began getting dressed. They were just finishing when Kurt reentered the room.

He sat the bucket of ice and the sodas down on the table, then turned and said, "I hope we didn't interrupt anything."

"You didn't, Kurt," Sam said reassuringly.

"Oh thank heavens!" Kurt said, literally breathing a sigh of relief.

"Listen, guys," Dave said. "I think we are gonna head downstairs and look for some souvenirs and stuff. Where's Mr. D?"

"The teachers were having a pow-wow downstairs," Blaine said. "They're either planning out tomorrow's adventure, or hitting the bar. They have had us non-stop for what, going on 72 hours now?"

Dave and Sam both cringed then dismissed themselves.

End Note:

Okay, if this one doesn't get a rise ... um ... I mean a review out of you then nothing will!