Making It Work
Chapter 21 – The First Time
Sam couldn't believe this was finally happening. It had only been about six weeks, but he felt like he had been waiting forever for this moment to happen.
"Are you ready, Sammy?" Rory asked gently as he squeezed his boyfriend's left hand.
"Definitely!" Sam answered enthusiastically as he braced himself.
And several minutes later and it was all over. Sam immediately went to the restroom to wash his hands, feeling like it was very necessary somehow. He felt so different now; everything felt so different. On the one hand it was a huge relief, but at the same time in a weird way he almost felt like a part of himself was missing now. Granted it was a part of himself he couldn't wait to be rid of, but he would nevertheless still need to get used to this feeling.
"I'm glad that's over," Rory commented as he waited for Sam to dry his hands.
"Me too," Sam answered with a huge smile as he cupped Rory's face in both hands and kissed his lips. He couldn't get over how good it felt to be able to do that. Rory had been the first person he touched and as he touched him now he silently promised himself not to take it for granted.
"How did it go, honey?" Mary asked sweetly as the boys walked out of the restroom. She put down the magazine she was reading and stood up, giving her eldest son a tight hug. "I bet you feel like a new man."
"I sure do!" Sam beamed as he returned the hug. "It didn't take as long as I thought it would, and it didn't hurt at all!"
"That's terrific! Want to go out to dinner and celebrate?" Mary asked as she separated from Sam and gave Rory a quick half hug as well, leaving her arm in place around his shoulders. She was grateful that he had been there for Sam every step of the way.
"Absolutely!" Sam answered happily.
After Rory, Sam, and his mother ate their celebratory dinner at BreadstiX they returned to the new Evans' house and after visiting with Dwight and the kids for a little while Sam drove Rory back to the Pierces'. It sure felt good being behind the wheel again, especially since the person he was driving happened to be the most handsome guy in the world. Sam couldn't get over how great it was having that stupid cast off his hand. Things could finally get back to normal now.
-000-
The following Wednesday evening Sam invited Kurt and Blaine, and of course Rory, over for dinner. It was the first time Kurt and Blaine had come over for a family meal since the Evanses had gotten everything in their new home unpacked and set up. After dinner as Kurt and Blaine were getting ready to leave, Sam requested that Kurt take Rory home so that he could have a little while to speak with Blaine privately. The couple exchanged confused glances but acquiesced to their host's unusual request. Rory said nothing since he already knew what Sam wanted to discuss with Blaine and since he himself was hoping to get up the nerve to have a similar conversation with Kurt on the way home.
"So what's up?" Blaine asked as he took a seat on Sam's bed. Sam looked at him nervously and then shut his bedroom door, causing Blaine to become even more confused and uncomfortable.
"I um, wanted to ask you about something," Sam started as he took a seat in his desk chair and rolled it to face Blaine.
"Sure go ahead," Blaine answered, growing ever more curious.
"Well, you know how me and Rory have been going out for awhile?"
"Yeah."
"Well, it seems like we're getting to the point where. Where we're ready to...you know..." Sam trailed off, hoping that Blaine did know.
"You're thinking about having sex?" Blaine guessed. Sam nodded but didn't say anything. "Well, uh you have my blessing," Blaine joked, hoping it would put Sam more at ease.
The blond looked up at him and snickered. "Gee thanks, man."
"No problem," Blaine answered good-naturedly. "So did you want to ask me some questions?" Blaine offered, realizing that that must be what Sam had in mind with all of this.
"Yeah," Sam answered, nodding nervously. "I mean, I know sort of how it's supposed to work of course. But...I dunno, is there any extra stuff I should be aware of. I don't want to hurt him."
"So you're topping then?" Blaine inquired.
"Yeah, and I know I need to try to aim for his prostrate...but I don't really know how I'm supposed to find it in the first place. And won't it hurt when I put it in?"
"It will hurt at first," Blaine confirmed. "That's why you've got to make sure to use plenty of lube and loosen him up with your fingers first. You're going to use condoms right?"
"Yeah of course," Sam answered. "...I just need to go buy those."
"Good," Blaine answered. "And make sure you get a water-based lube. That's the best for use with condoms. Vaseline or lotion can break down the latex in the condom and they're not good for him internally anyway."
"Oh really? I never knew that," Sam responded, thinking that that was a cool and useful factoid.
"Yep, anyway, when it comes to lube make sure you use as much as possible. When you think you've used too much...add some more."
"Won't that get messy?"
"Yeah, sex is messy, Sam. I'm sure you know that from sex with girls, but yeah gay sex can get even messier sometimes."
"Will it feel good to him though?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, absolutely!" Blaine assured him. "He'll love it once he relaxes and you guys get going. And you're right, you will want to try to stimulate his prostate...Uh, personal question, have you ever found yours?"
"Um no...should I have?" Sam asked, feeling deeply embarrassed.
Blaine laughed. "Well, I definitely recommend it. Both in general," Blaine said with a wink, "and especially to help with this."
"Okay, so where is it?"
"I'll show you," Blaine responded, standing up and moving toward Sam.
"Oh god!" Sam gasped, holding up his hands. "I-I don't think that's a good idea. Can't you just tell me instead?"
"I'll show you – a diagram online," Blaine clarified, amused by Sam's misinterpretation.
"Ohh, okay yeah, that sounds good," Sam agreed, shifting his chair over to the side slightly so that Blaine could use the computer.
"So there it is," Blaine said, pointing to it on the diagram once he'd pulled one up. "Basically it's behind where your cock would end on the inside. If you feel around with your finger it's like a hard, walnut sized bump."
"And it feels good to rub there?"
"Yep, really good. It'll be easier for you to find it on Rory with your fingers first then you can...well use something else later."
"But you said it will hurt him when we start?" Sam asked, feeling worried again.
"Yeah, I'm afraid so, especially since it's his first time. Just push in really slowly and make sure he's as relaxed as possible. Once you first penetrate you should stop moving completely until he gets used to the feeling and then just push in little by little and go really slow until he's comfortable."
"Thanks Blaine, I really appreciate everything," Sam said. "Can I ask one more favor though?"
"Sure, shoot."
"Is it okay if we go by the store on the way to your house to get the stuff?" Sam asked hesitantly.
"You mean so I can help you pick it out? Yeah of course."
"Thanks!" Sam answered, feeling relieved but still a little bit embarrassed. "If some stuff isn't good for him...well I want to make sure I get something safe."
"No problem," Blaine answered, smiling at his friend. He thought it was sweet how careful Sam was being and how much he obviously wanted it to be good for Rory. "We can go now and then you can just drop me off when we're done."
Sam thanked Blaine again and felt a rush of relief. It would be really nice having Blaine around to pick out the lube and somehow he felt like it would be less awkward buying the lube and condoms if someone else were there with him instead of if he went by himself.
A little while later they were at the store and to Sam's further relief after they selected the necessary items, he remembered that the store had one of those self checkout stations where he could pay without having to show his purchases to anyone. He knew he shouldn't feel embarrassed or intimidated buying stuff like this, but somehow he felt slightly paranoid doing it. Once it was over he breathed out another big sigh of relief. On the way to drop Blaine off at home, Blaine even recommended some sites where Sam could go for additional tips and information. It felt like everything was coming together for the young couple and Sam could hardly wait for them to experience their special moment!
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"Erm, Kurt, I guess ye're wondering what's going on," Rory commented as Kurt drove him home that evening.
"Yes, I am. What is going on, Rory?" Kurt asked, relieved that he would apparently get some answers to all the questions floating around in his head. He was already planning to call and interrogate Blaine later if Rory didn't tell him anything.
"Sam and me are planning to...t'take things t'the next level," Rory answered, feeling himself start to blush. "Sam wanted Blaine's advice."
"Ohh!" Kurt gasped, covering his mouth with his hand. He had been wondering just how far the couple had taken their physical relationship. Considering what a cuddly, affectionate couple they tended to be, Kurt had assumed that they had already had sex. "Are you sure you're ready, Rory?"
"O'course!" Rory snapped immediately. He realized that it came out more defensively than he'd meant for it to and his blush only deepened. He hadn't meant to bite Kurt's head off. It just felt like Kurt was judging him the way he had asked that question.
"I didn't meant to upset you," Kurt said. "I just know you've had a tough time accepting yourself and your sexuality, and sex is a big step. It could bring some of those conflicting feelings back to the surface."
"I'm ready," Rory answered simply as he folded his arms across his chest. He was starting to regret mentioning anything at all.
"Well, I'm sure Sam will be very careful, and I know you love each other," Kurt said, still trying to calm Rory down and dig his way out of the hole he suddenly found himself in.
"Wait, how do ye' know how we're going t'do it?" Rory asked petulantly as he picked up on Kurt's statement about Sam being careful. How did Kurt know it wasn't going to be the other way around?
"I didn't know," Kurt assured him as he realized his blunder and mentally kicked himself. "I guess I just assumed."
Over the past several weeks Kurt and Rory had started to get along much better than they had at first; however, it seemed like they still had a knack for pissing each other off unintentionally. It was something they were both aware of and both working on. They wanted to get along for several reasons. On the one hand their boyfriends were quickly becoming good friends, and they were both crazy about Kurt and Rory, so if for no other reason than their boyfriends' sakes they were willing to try to be friends. They also both found it nice having another gay couple they could hang out with. The simplest reason they continued working on getting along though was because underneath all the occasional bickering and hurt feelings, they did in fact care about each other.
Kurt decided to do some more damage control before things spiraled further down. "It really was just a guess, Rory, but you're right I shouldn't have made assumptions, and I shouldn't have speculated about it at all. In that case I'm sure you'll be very careful with Sam."
"No, ye' were right the first time," Rory admitted quietly, knowing that he was over-reacting. "He did offer but...I think I do want him to...well I think that's how I want it for the first time."
"Well, both are nice," Kurt answered, blushing slightly himself. "Just make sure you both take your time and talk to him about how you feel."
"How I feel? Ye' mean emotionally or physically?" Rory asked.
"Well both," Kurt answered. "Communicate with him while it's happening. Let him know how everything feels so that he can adjust accordingly. But yes, definitely talk to him about how you feel emotionally as well."
"Okay, thanks Kurt," Rory answered, unsure what else to say. He could tell that the topic was starting to make Kurt almost as uncomfortable as himself, so it seemed best to just let it drop. They finished the short car ride in thoughtful silence, but to Rory's surprise when Kurt pulled up in the Pierces' driveway he grabbed Rory's arm, stopping him from getting out.
"Good luck, Rory, and don't worry. Everything is going to be great. I do not think you're making a mistake," Kurt assured him before pulling him in for a tight hug.
-000-
After Sam returned home from dropping Blaine off that night, the first thing he did was to quickly and discreetly go up to his room to put away his new supplies. With that done, he took a deep breath and steadied himself for his next big task. He knew that he and Rory would probably be able to find an opportunity for things 'to happen' if they just waited long enough, but Sam didn't want their first time to be some sneaky, quick, covert thing. He wanted it to be special. He wanted them to be able to take their time and for them to be able to spend the whole night together when it was done. That meant getting permission for Rory to spend the night in the first place.
This coming weekend Sam's parents were driving back to Kentucky yet again for an anniversary party for some friends that they'd made while living there. Sam knew that with his parents out of the house this would be the perfect chance to have his special night with Rory. However, he didn't feel comfortable sneaking around behind his parents' back if he didn't have to, especially since if Rory was there all night then there was a good chance that Stevie and Stacy might see him at some point and might let it slip to their parents. Besides, Sam knew that his parents were pretty easy going and he thought there was a good chance that if he just asked them directly to let Rory stay the night that they might go along with it. If not...well the sneaking around option was always still on the table.
"Hey Mom," Sam said as casually as he could when he found her in the kitchen washing dishes. "Can Rory spend the night Friday?"
Mary Evans finishing loading the plate she was holding into the dishwasher and then turned around to face her son. "You mean while we're out of town?" She asked, raising her eyebrows.
"Oh yeah, that's right. You guys have that party Friday, huh?" Sam answered innocently.
"Yes, Sam we do," Mary responded, rolling her eyes and turning back to the sink. "I'll have to talk this over with your father."
Sam inwardly groaned. He had been hoping that he would have just gotten a simple yes rather than having it be a big discussion, but he tried not to let his disappointment show. "Okay, thanks Mom."
Later that night as Sam was getting ready for bed his parents called him back downstairs. Sam took a deep breath and hoped for the best as he walked into the living the room. His parents motioned for him to follow as they went into the kitchen and sat down at the table. Sam was unsure how to interpret the fact that this was going to be a 'kitchen table' talk.
"So Sam, your mother tells me you want Rory to spend the night Friday?" Dwight started.
"Yes sir," Sam answered nervously. He felt odd calling his father 'sir' just as he rarely called his mother 'ma'am'. His family wasn't usually so formal, but he hoped a little extra politeness might help his cause.
"Are you and Rory having sex, Sam?" Dwight asked directly as he braced himself for the answer.
"What?!" Sam gasped, surprised that his father had apparently read his mind. "You mean on Friday?"
"I meant in general," Dwight clarified as a blush crept into his own cheeks.
"Oh, um..." Sam honestly had no idea how to answer. He wasn't sure if the things they had done already counted as 'sex' or not and he also didn't want to discuss it with his parents of all people.
"Just be honest, Sam," Mary encouraged him.
"Well uh...I don't know," Sam answered, deciding that that was a mostly honest response.
"What do you mean you don't know?" Dwight asked.
"Well you know...it's not really black and white," Sam clarified, hoping his father didn't push the subject; he really didn't want to go into specifics.
"Ohh," Sam's parents said in unison as it became obvious what he meant.
"Sam honey, you know we're open-minded about this kind of thing," Mary said. Sam nodded that he did know, so she continued. "Our main concern is just you and Rory's well-being, and of course we have to be responsible adults here."
"We're fine," Sam assured her as he avoided eye contact and continued blushing furiously.
"You know, I have friends who have HIV," Mary stated, deciding that it was time for another safe sex talk.
Sam's head snapped up in surprise and he felt a pang of worry in his stomach. "Really? I didn't know that. Who?"
Mary debated with herself whether or not she should name any names. "Who isn't important, Sam. The point is that it can happen to anyone."
"Yeah, but...is it anyone I know?" Sam asked with concern.
"Yes, but they're fortunate enough to have the situation under control with meds for now. But that could change at any time and there are all kinds of terrible side effects. It's very serious."
"I know," Sam answered.
"Then you know how important it is to be careful and always use a condom?" Dwight asked.
"Yeah, but neither one of us have anything anyway," Sam said.
"It doesn't matter. You never know what someone could have, and people make all kinds of mistakes, Sam. I not saying one of you would ever cheat on the other, but anything can happen. Sometimes you can even have something and not know it. We're not saying this because you're both guys. You'd be getting the same talk if we thought you were about to have sex with a girl. The point is you have to be safe. Every time," Dwight said as he recited the main points he had rehearsed.
"We're going to be safe," Sam answered before he looked away again nervously. "I mean, when the time comes. I promise we will."
"Sounds like that time might be Friday," Dwight commented with a laugh to hide his discomfort. Sam didn't say anything, just turned a deeper shade of red.
"Are you sure you're both ready?" Mary asked awkwardly. "You shouldn't rush into anything. You have the rest of your lives."
"This is really uncomfortable," Sam commented as he shifted in his seat more than ready for his parents to just tell him whether or not Rory could spend the night and then be done with this conversation.
"I know, dear. It's uncomfortable for us too, but it's important to talk about this," Mary responded.
"Well we're definitely not rushing into anything," Sam answered before adding quietly, "We love each other and we're really serious. I've never felt this strongly about anyone before."
Sam's parents exchanged smiles. They liked how happy Sam had been over the past few weeks and Rory really was starting to feel like one of the family. They both very much hoped that the boys were indeed in it for the long haul.
"Well the other big issue of course is Rory's parents," Dwight continued. "It wouldn't be right for us to allow something that they would disapprove of."
"Dad, they're crazy!" Sam snapped, surprising everyone, himself included, with the outburst. He felt himself getting mad just thinking about Rory's parents. Over the past few weeks Rory had told him more and more about them and Sam found himself starting to despise them for being so strict with Rory and forcing all these religious issues on him.
"I'm sure they're not crazy, son," Dwight responded as reasonably as he could. From what he had gathered they were quite a bit more conservative than him and his wife and Dwight was pretty certain that Rory hadn't come out to them yet, but Rory had turned out well so Dwight didn't think they could be too bad.
"No, they seriously are. Like they're really homophobic. If you only let us do things they would approve of too, then we couldn't even kiss or hold hands, or date at all," Sam argued. "Actually I bet they wouldn't even want Rory to talk to me, or even to you guys, since we're okay with gay people."
Mary and Dwight exchanged concerned glances. They hadn't known just how conservative the Flanagans were on this topic, and though they knew that there was a chance that Sam was simply mistaken or exaggerating since he hadn't actually met them, they could tell how serious and upset he was.
"That, certainly does sound extreme," Mary stated as she tried to gather her thoughts.
"I'm really scared for him to go back," Sam said softly as he stared at his hands.
"It's going to be okay, dear," Mary said soothingly as she patted her son's wrist.
"How do you know?" Sam asked as he looked up at her with sad eyes.
"Because he has you, Sam. And even when you're not physically there with him, knowing that he has you will make it easier for him," Mary responded.
"And Sam," Dwight continued, making sure that he had his son's attention. "I'm not saying anything should or shouldn't happen Friday, but we trust you to make smart decisions. Rory is always welcome here."
-000-
"You guys wanna come over and hang out tonight?" Finn asked as the three friends pulled out of the school parking lot on Friday afternoon. While Sam was banned from driving due to his hand it had become routine for either Finn, Kurt, or sometimes Blaine to drop them off, and even though Sam was now able to drive again, Finn had insisted on occasionally still driving them anyway. He had tried to reason that it was good for the environment for them to all ride together, but Sam and Rory both knew it was simply because he still missed Rachel and was often lonely.
"Thanks, but we just want to chill at my place tonight," Sam answered as he gave Rory's knee a slight squeeze.
Rory felt the heat raise to his cheeks as he thought about what would be happening that evening.
"Oh that's fine, we can relax at your place. Your parents are out of town tonight, huh Sam? Maybe we can order a pizza and invite some of the other guys over." Finn suggested, starting to get excited about his idea.
"I think we'd like to be alone tonight, Finn. But maybe later this weekend," Sam replied nicely but firmly. Of all the possible obstacles he had anticipated to his and Rory's special evening, a towering quarterback hadn't made the list and he was unsure of what else to say without spelling things out for him.
"Aww come on, Sam! I miss hanging with you guys. What do you say, Ror?" Finn asked, turning to the Irishman to settle things.
"Sam and I sort of have plans tonight," Rory answered, unsure rather he felt more embarrassment or guilt about the situation.
"Oh," Finn said glumly, feeling a little bit rejected. "I get it. Couple's time. It's cool. Kurt and Blaine and Burt and my mom all have plans tonight too...I guess Friday is just date night."
"Well maybe Puck's not doing anything," Sam suggested.
"I think he has a date with some sorority tonight or maybe a girls' swim team or something," Finn answered with a shrug, unable to remember exactly what Puck had been bragging about at lunch. "It's fine, I'll just order pizza and eat it by myself in front of the TV. All alone. Just me and the pizza."
Sam and Rory exchanged guilty looks, but didn't say anything else. One look at each other was enough to know that neither was willing to compromise their plans. They had waited long enough and tonight was for them, even if it did mean Finn had to practice the art of being alone. They wouldn't even have Stacy and Stevie to worry about since Sam's parents had dropped them off at the babysitter's on their way out of town.
Sam had protested at first, saying that he could watch them – he had decided that his and Rory's activities could wait until after they went to bed – but his parents had insisted on a sitter instead, saying that it would be nice for Sam and Rory to have a quiet evening by themselves and leaving it at that. Sam was embarrassed by the implication, but he was also grateful. Stacy and Stevie on the other hand were pretty annoyed, but Sam made it up to them by promising to take them on that camping trip next weekend. He mentally promised himself that he would also make it a point to spend more time with Finn next week and maybe even see if he wanted to join them on the camping outing.
A little while later Finn pulled up to the house and Sam opened his door and climbed out. Instead of sliding into the now empty seat and then out of the truck, Rory sat frozen in his seat, his heart pounding. He knew what was going to happen when he went inside that house and though he was excited he was nervous and more than a little terrified. What awaited him would not only change his relationship with Sam forever, it would also change him.
"Uh, you coming, Rors?" Sam asked as he looked quizzically into the cabin of the truck at his boyfriend.
Rory looked at Sam and nodded woodenly before attempting to slid out of his seat. He didn't get very far, however, since he was still wearing his seat belt. He glanced at Finn for help.
"Here you go, man," Finn said with a laugh as he pressed the button on the clasp of Rory's seat belt, releasing his friend. Sam offered Rory his hand and helped him from the truck.
"You okay?" Sam asked softly as they gave Finn a quick wave goodbye and walked up the driveway.
"I'm scared," Rory admitted as Sam unlocked the door and let them into the house. As usual he stepped back, urging Rory to go first.
"Maybe we should wait," Sam suggested as he followed Rory into the house and closed and locked the door. "I don't want to rush you."
"I'm actually more afraid o' waiting though," Rory answered as he put his bag down and took a seat on the couch.
"What do you mean?" Sam asked quizzically as he sat next to his boyfriend. He wasted no time in putting his arm around him and gently encouraging Rory to lean back against him.
Rory nuzzled against Sam's shoulder as he took a few moments to compose his answer. "We don't 'ave a lot o'time. I want us t'make the most o'it. I want us t'start doing this so that..." Rory blushed, embarrassed to continue. Sam rubbed his shoulder and nuzzled his own head against Rory's reassuring him to speak openly. Feeling better Rory continued. "I want us t'be able t'do this a lot. I want t'experience ye' over and over, Sammy. As much as I can. I'm scared t'wait, but I'm scared t'start too." He hoped that didn't make him sound desperate or overly horny, but that did pretty much sum up his feelings about the situation.
"Rors, that's a really awesome sentiment, and I can't wait to experience you too, and I definitely want to do it over and over again," Sam said chuckling softly. "But we do have plenty of time. We have like the rest of our lives. I don't want us to start until we're both completely comfortable and ready."
"I am ready," Rory insisted right away as he pulled away enough to look at Sam. "I'm ready. I'm just nervous that's all."
"I'm nervous too," Sam answered. "This is a huge step for us, and I've never...been with anyone I love as much as you. That's why I want to make sure it's just right. I'm really serious about this, Rory. Serious about you. As far as I'm concerned we have the rest of our lives. If it takes a few more weeks, or months or whatever, I'm completely fine with that."
Rory felt a wave of conflicting emotions engulf him. He felt a warm, happy feelings at Sam's expression of love and commitment; he wanted nothing more than to think that they had forever with each other. However, Rory also felt a tinge of sadness. The truth was they didn't have forever, didn't have the rest of their lives. All they had was the rest of the school year before Rory had to leave. True, he was set to come back next year, and he believed that Sam would wait, but there was still so much uncertainty. Whenever Rory thought about going home to Ireland he was struck with a dark foreboding. Could he keep his secret from his parents? What if they found out somehow? What if Seamus told them? Would they let him come back to Lima? It felt like anything could happen over the summer; anything could separate him from Sam. As Rory thought about that he felt sick with fear. He also felt that sense of urgency returning. He might not have long, and he had to have Sam.
Sam gasped in surprise as Rory shoved him back against the couch and swung his leg over Sam's waist, climbing into his lap. Sam was still gaping slightly as Rory grabbed the sides of his face with each hand and assaulted his partially open mouth. As his tongue tangled with Rory's, Sam wrapped his arms around Rory's back. Seconds later as their sudden makeout session continued to heat up, Rory removed one hand from Sam's face and reached around behind himself until he found one of Sam's hands. At first Sam thought Rory might be requesting that Sam let go of him, but Rory quickly extinguished that thought by grinding his hardness against Sam's stomach and deepening their kiss. Then Sam discovered Rory's true intent as the young Irishman took Sam's fingers and pushed them down into the back of his jeans.
More than happy to comply with the request, Sam slid his hand inside Rory's briefs and clutched and fondled his ass as the brunet continued grinding and writhing against Sam's hard body. Despite the blond's strong, constricting grip Rory felt utterly free and happy in Sam's arms. The future couldn't hold him now and his parents couldn't touch him. Only Sam held him. He was Sam's and he wanted to become Sam's completely. He wanted, he needed, that fuller, more intimate connection.
"Let's go to ye'r room," Rory panted as he broke their kiss.
Sam nodded, but stopped Rory as he started to get off his lap. Instead Sam gripped him more tightly and then heaved himself to his feet, keeping Rory safely locked in his arms as he did so.
Rory was pleased and impressed by his boyfriend's strength and he was further delighted and aroused by how hard and strong Sam's biceps felt as they pressed against his ribs; however, he nevertheless quickly shimmied his way down Sam's body until his legs found purchase against the floor and he could pry himself away. "No, it's too far and ye'r hand just recovered." Sam looked disappointed and mildly offended, but Rory quickly continued with a devilish glint in his eye. "But I'll race ye' upstairs."
Rory took off at a run with Sam hot on his heels, the pair giggling as they bounded up the stairs, down the hallway, and into Sam's room. Rory threw himself onto the bed triumphantly. "I win!"
"What do you win?" Sam asked as he toed off his shoes and then climbed onto the bed, positioning himself directly over Rory's body.
"I win me boyfriend!" Rory declared happily as he grinned and looked up into Sam's eyes.
"But that's what I won," Sam pointed out as he kissed the tip of Rory's nose.
"I'm the consolation prize," Rory answered with a smirk as he kicked off his own shoes, allowing them to drop to the floor wherever they fell. He then snaked his hands up and under Sam's shirt.
"No way are you a consolation prize, babe," Sam assured him as he pressed a gentle kiss to Rory's lips, a kiss which soon turned slow and sensual. After a few minutes of their less frenzied makeout session, Sam abruptly pulled away and pushed Rory's shirt up.
"Sam no!" Rory pleaded with a big smile spread across his face as he anticipated his boyfriend's next move. Sure enough Sam began planting a rapid succession of soft kisses to Rory's sensitive skin, quickly sending him into a laughing fit.
Sam reveled in his new activity, throwing in a good number of tongue flicks and light licks for added effect; he loved kissing and licking Rory's stomach. It was warm and soft on the surface but as he pressed his lips against the lightly tanned flesh he felt the hard muscles throbbing and pulsing. He knew it was mischievous but the laughter his labors induced was an added bonus. Not only did he get to enjoy even more convulsing stomach muscles as a result, but he also got to bask in the beautiful, happy sound of his boyfriend's giggles and breathless pleas.
"You sound so cute when you laugh, Rors," Sam said as he gazed up his boyfriend's torso. The shirt was high enough that he could just see Rory's left nipple peeking out at him. Giving in to his urge he raised his head and gently took the hardening nub into his mouth.
Rory blushed at the compliment and moaned at Sam's new actions. He quickly finished pulling the shirt the rest of the way over his head and tossed it to the floor. He felt more exposed now and was concerned about the possibility of another tickle attack, but being exposed and vulnerable to Sam was the whole point of this day and he was desperate to move things in an even more intimate direction.
"It's not fair when ye' do that, Sam," Rory said, referring to the way Sam had tickled him earlier; although, the way he was playing with Rory's nipple wasn't 'fair' either since it was rapidly reducing him to a horny mess. "Ye're not ticklish like I am. Ye' shouldn't tickle me," Rory pouted.
"Sure I am," Sam teased as he let go of Rory's chest and took off his own t-shirt. "You just haven't found where I'm ticklish yet."
"Is that a challenge, Sam Evans?" Rory asked. "Because I will find ye'r ticklish places."
"You're certainly welcome to look," Sam answered as he sat up on his knees and held his arms out in invitation.
Rory gulped and raked his eyes over his boyfriend's shirtless body. The toned blond looked incredible kneeling on the bed like that in nothing but a pair of snug, low rise jeans and Rory didn't even bother to resist the urges he felt as he leaped forward and tackled Sam backward onto the bed, eliciting a surprised gasped as he wasted no time in exploring Sam's abs with his fingers. He also pushed Sam's head back and began sucking on his throat.
"My stomach isn't ticklish," Sam moaned as he writhed beneath his boyfriend. He wasn't feeling tickled but Rory's actions were having a decidedly different effect on him.
"I think I'll keep rubbing just in case," Rory whispered as his mouth made its way up to Sam's ear before sucking the delicate lobe into his lips and lightly nipping at it. The feel of Sam's toned, taut stomach underneath his fingers combined with the uninhibited way his boyfriend was moaning was making him
almost insane with desire.
"Rory, that feels really good," Sam panted, surprised by how much he was enjoying the way Rory was sucking and gently nibbling at his ear. He had no idea such an action would turn him.
"It's going to feel better soon," Rory promised in a low voice before his deft fingers worked their way down lower and lower on Sam's abdomen until they connected with the top button of his jeans. Rory made quickly work of Sam's fly and then plunged both hands into his underwear as he rubbed and stroked Sam's cock and balls everywhere at once.
"Oh god!" Sam gasped, his head rolling back against the bed. Rory took the opportunity to once again lock onto his boyfriend's exposed throat with his mouth. He sucked hard and vigorously, for the first time not caring if, even wanting to, leave his mark on the blond. He was Sam's, but Sam was also his, and he wanted everyone to know it.
"Oh Rory, your fingers!" Sam bucked his hips furiously, eager to show his appreciation for the magic digits.
To Sam's disappointment Rory released him a few moments later. "Let's take the rest o' our clothes off," the Irishman suggested.
Sam certainly didn't want to argue with that idea and within seconds they were both completely naked and Sam was on top of Rory on the bed, grinding his erection against Rory's as they made out. Soon Rory's fingers were desperately clenching Sam's ass as he pulled the blond harder and harder against him. He liked Sam's thrusts but he almost hated to let him move back enough to make them. He wanted his body to practically become one with Sam's.
"Do you want me to get the lube?" Sam asked as he pulled his mouth away from Rory's, enjoying the way his tongue and lips still tingled.
"Yes!" Rory panted, still squeezing Sam's ass and writhing against his cock. "But ye' 'ave t'do it without me letting go."
Sam giggled and grabbed Rory's sides, shimmying them to the edge of the bed until he could just barely reach his nightstand. He had to pull away just slightly to find the bottle within.
"You know what I did last night?" Sam asked as he opened the bottle and squirted an ample amount of the clear liquid into his palm.
"Played with ye'self?" Rory guessed, assuming it must be something sexual given the circumstances and enjoying the mental images that came to mind.
"Yep, but in a new way," Sam answered as he leaned back on his knees and began lubing up his boyfriend's cock, loving the way Rory squirmed and bucked his hips at the action.
"N-new," Rory said in a shaky voice as Sam's fingers continued pleasuring him. "How?"
"I fingered my ass," Sam answered, confident that Rory would enjoy hearing about it. "I wanted to get an idea of what it would feel like for you when I penetrated you. And I wanted to find my prostate."
"Ohh!" Rory exclaimed, flooded with images of Sam exploring his body. Between the mental stimulation and the very physical way Sam was stimulating his cock he was worried he would cum and spoil their fun. "Did ye' find it?"
"Oh yes," Sam answered, smiling at the memory of the way it felt as he released Rory's cock and poured more lube onto his fingers. "And today I'm going to find yours," he said as he reached between Rory's legs and tapped at his puckered hole with his well-lubed finger.
"Mmm, okay," Rory said, scooting lower on the bed and raised his legs, giving Sam full access. He trusted Sam and was pleased to let him take the lead in their preparations.
Sam used his left hand to continue jerking Rory's dick as he rubbed circles over Rory's hole with the index finger of his right hand. "Does this feel good?"
"Yes," Rory answered right away.
"Okay, I'm going to slowly start pushing the tip of my finger in. Tell me if it hurts."
"Okay," Rory agreed in a shaky voice as he started to feel nervous again. A second later he felt Sam's finger push into him. It didn't hurt, but it felt a little bit uncomfortable and tight. Soon, however, the discomfort was forgotten as Sam's thumb began gently massaging his perineum while his left hand continued slowly masturbating him.
"How is this?"
"It's okay," Rory answered, breathing deeply and trying to keep himself under control.
"Okay, I'm going to slowly go in further and feel around for your 'special place'," Sam said with a cheesy grin as he started to slowly work his finger in further. Just before it got to the second knuckle he felt the bump he was anticipating and gently tapped it. "I think this is it."
"Uh huh, I think so," Rory agreed as he felt an unexpected twinge grip his body, a twinge which he soon decided that he liked.
"I'm going to rub it," Sam said, gently massaging and tapping at it.
"Okay, yes, I-I like that," Rory said in a broken voice as he pressed himself further into Sam's grasp.
Sam continued working Rory's spot for a little while longer before pulling his finger back and gently pulling at the edge of his hole, loosening him up.
"Why'd ye' stop," Rory asked disappointed.
"I want to add a second finger soon. I think you'll like it," Sam answered as he pulled his finger out completely and coated his digits and Rory's hole with more of the lube. He lined up both fingers and started gently pressing against Rory's hole. "This may hurt a little at first, but I'll stop as soon as they're in."
"Okay," Rory answered, not feeling nervous and eager for the return of Sam's fingers. He suspected they were getting closer and closer to the main activity. Sure enough when Sam pushed his fingers in again he felt a quick, sharp pain, but it rapidly started to dissipate and true to his word Sam stopped moving his digits completely until Rory gave him the go ahead. When Sam's paired fingers found his prostate he was quite glad the second finger was there and enthusiastically let Sam know.
Sam continued working him over with a slow, firm hand for several more minutes then returned his attention to gently loosening up the ring of Rory's hole. By now his cock was throbbing with need and he desperately wanted to begin, but he also wanted to be certain that Rory was completely ready, so he carefully worked in a third finger.
"I like that," Rory panted, enjoying the full feeling. "Let's start, please."
Sam nodded and removed his fingers, then quickly pulled out a condom and rolled it over his cock. He was careful to make sure that every inch was covered with lube and he once again lubed up Rory's hole, this time meticulously working a good portion of the fluid directly into Rory with his fingers. He wanted to be sure that Rory was completely relaxed and aroused so instead of pulling away to line up his cock he leaned over and started making out with Rory as his fingers once again returned to working over his hole.
Rory was panting and writhing under Sam, and as much as he was enjoying the kissing and Sam's manual endeavors he was ready for the main event so he gently pushed Sam away. "I'm ready. I really want t'feel ye' inside me."
Sam's eyes flashed with lust at Rory's words and he quickly moved away, added yet more lube to his cock, and lined himself up with Rory's hole. He was alarmed when Rory immediately started pushing himself downward onto the tip and he placed a firm, steadying hand on Rory's lower stomach, urging him to stop. "Careful babe, we need to go real slow at first."
"Okay," Rory complied as he grabbed Sam's left bicep and pulled the boy down for a kiss.
Sam continued making out with him and gently pushing harder and harder against Rory's hole. He was tempted to continue kissing him as he penetrated him but he wanted to make sure that he could watch Rory's face and that his boyfriend would be able to speak so he broke the kiss and moved back. "Ready?"
"Yes," Rory assured him, starting to feel almost impatient to begin. A moment later Sam pushed in and his eyes widened at the sudden burning pain. He knew Sam was quite a bit bigger and thicker than his fingers, but he hadn't expected it to feel so different. He desperately clawed at Sam's arm and clenched his teeth.
"I'm so sorry, Rors," Sam said soothingly as he gently rubbed Rory's chest and stomach. He felt a sick feeling in his stomach as he took in the pained expression on Rory's face and he hated it all the more knowing that he had put it there. "I'm so so sorry," Sam repeated in a panicked voice. He was careful to hold still as he continued gently rubbing Rory, trying to relax him, unsure what else to do. "Do you want to stop?"
Rory shook his head but didn't answer verbally. Instead he closed his eyes and focused on taking deep breaths. He knew it was supposed to hurt the first time and he kept reminding himself that nothing was wrong, and that he really wanted to do this with Sam. Sam. He opened his eyes again and looked at his boyfriend. He hated how guilty and upset he looked so he forced himself to speak. "I'm okay. Just give me a minute."
"Okay," Sam answered as he leaned forward, careful not to push in any further, and planted soft kisses on Rory's chest.
Rory smiled at the action and looked at the top of Sam's head. He raised his hands to it and gently ran his fingers through he blond locks. He was grateful that this was happening with Sam and he reminded himself that it was Sam's cock inside of him. He felt a little bit of the blood return to his now limp penis at that thought, and then he realized that all of the sharp pain he had initially felt had been replaced with a dull ache. "Kiss me and push in a little further please," Rory requested as he raised Sam's face to look at him.
Sam complied with the request, gently pushing in a little bit more as his lips locked over Rory's. Sam gasped softly into Rory's mouth at the action. He had been so nervous and scared when he had first pushed into Rory that he barely noticed the way his own body felt, but now, as he slid inside of his boyfriend past his cockhead and over the first inch of his shaft it felt almost too good to stop. Rory was so warm and tight and it was unlike anything Sam had ever experienced. Every instinct told him to push all the way in, but he restrained himself and settled for sliding in barely more than a couple of inches.
The boys continued their intense kissing and soon Rory felt his dick pressing against Sam's firm stomach and realized that he was once again standing at attention. He took a second to evaluate the way his ass felt and he realized that most of the pain was now gone and he once again had a full sensation. A sensation made pleasant by the fact that it was Sam who was filling him. The thought made Rory slide lower on the bed, impaling himself further.
Startled by the action, Sam broke the kiss and pulled away enough to look at Rory. All signs of pain and distress had left his face and were replaced by a lusty, needy expression that caused Sam to involuntarily shove in a little bit further. The action caused Rory's eyes to roll back further and a soft moan escaped his lips.
Rory once again looked Sam over: his taut, muscular body, the way muscles of his arms bulged slightly beneath the skin as he supported his weight on the bed, his handsome, loving face, flushed red from the activities. Rory also noticed the marks, the beginnings of multiple hickeys on Sam's throat. Sam was his, and he was Sam, and he wanted Sam. He wanted all of Sam, as much as he could get. "All the way in please," Rory requested with a pleading look in his eyes.
As Sam glanced down at his cock, halfway inside of Rory's ass, and took in the sight of Rory's own throbbing, leaking cock he couldn't have resisted the request if he'd tried. For good measure Rory nevertheless wiggled his hard dick teasingly when he noticed Sam's eyes on him. Sam let out a deep grunt as he pushed in to the hilt, his dark blond pubes nestling against Rory's balls.
"You feel sooo good," Sam panted as he squeezed Rory's hips and rocked back and forth in slow gentle thrusts.
"Ohh ye' too, Sam," Rory assured him as his whole body felt alive thanks to Sam's actions.
Sam continued his slow, shallow thrusts and began focusing on hitting the spot inside his boyfriend where he was sure his prostate would be. He knew he had found it when Rory gripped his arms more tightly and whined needfully.
"Do it harder, please do it harder," Rory begged.
Sam made sure that with each thrust he gently pressed himself as fully as possible into Rory's body, pulling the boy's hips down to meet him as he did. It felt so good he could hardly stand it and he desperately wanted to let loose completely, but he was still afraid of hurting Rory, so though he made sure to establish deep, full contact, he didn't speed up his thrusts. It was almost as though he was carefully reaching into Rory with everything he had.
"Oh yes, yes!" Rory panted as Sam pressed into him slow and hard. Rory wrapped his legs around Sam's waist and dug his heels into his boyfriend's ass as hard he could.
"Can I go a little bit faster?" Sam asked as he rubbed his palm over Rory's cock, loving the wet, sticky sensation Rory's precum caused in his hand.
"Oh god yes! Please!" Rory declared as he ran his fingers over Sam's hard chest and stomach and continued bucking back against him.
Sam loved how thick and sexy Rory's accent was as he made his request and he quickly worked himself from a slow pace into a medium one, careful to watch all of Rory's reactions in the process. Since he was obviously loving it Sam allowed himself to slip into a faster, more brisk pace.
"It feels so good, Sammy. So good," Rory moaned as his fingers dug into Sam's back and he pulled their bodies completely together, loving the full body contact and not even minding that in the process Sam was unable to continue stroking his cock.
"It feels amazing to me too, Rors," Sam answered, his lips inches from Rory's.
Rory's hand quickly made its way from Sam's back and onto the back of his head as he pressed Sam's mouth to his own. He didn't want this to ever stop. If Sam could fuck him like this until he had to go home to Ireland he'd have been happy.
"I-I think I'm going to cum," Sam warned with wide eyes as he broke the kiss.
"Good, cum for me Sam. Cum in my ass," Rory whispered as he stared into Sam's eyes.
Sam's breath quickened and he began slamming into Rory's ass hard and fast, desperate for his release.
"Yeah, that's it, Sam! Just let go and fuck me!" Rory urged him, pleased at the way Sam was finally letting go and doing what came naturally.
"Uuunnn!" Sam gasped as he continued drilling into Rory with abandon. Soon his whole body was shaking and he felt a blinding warmth as he erupted in one of the most powerful orgasms he'd ever experienced, filling the condom in the process.
"Yeah, let it all out," Rory encouraged him, reveling in the euphoric look on his boyfriend's face.
Sam felt overcome with emotion as he came down from his orgasmic high. He locked his lips over Rory's and kissed him gently, continuing to slowly fuck him as he held him close.
"I love you so much, Rory," Sam said as he broke the kiss and squeezed him more tightly. "I'm glad you didn't cum."
"Huh?" Rory said with surprise, not following Sam's train of thought at all. He had gotten close a few times, but everything was all still so new and extreme that he hadn't quite been able to get his release.
Sam laughed gently as he pulled out of Rory and carefully removed the condom, tying off the end and tossing it into the trash. "I'm glad you didn't cum because I want to keep going," Sam explained with a grin, already opening another condom.
"Really?!" Rory beamed, delighted with the idea.
"Absolutely!" Sam answered. His cock was still rock hard as he rolled the new condom onto it. "And I want to do it exactly how you want. Any requests?"
"I want t'ride ye!" Rory said enthusiastically as he pushed Sam back on the bed.
"I like that idea," Sam answered as he stretched out. He was still more than ready for more, but he did feel a little bit tired after his release and was kind of glad to occupy a more relaxed position for his part.
Rory wasted no time in straddling Sam and fully impaling himself on his cock, this time loving the sharp, intense sensation the penetration caused. Both boys gasped and looked at each other deviously. Within moments Rory was bouncing up and down on Sam hard and fast and moaning almost obscenely.
"You sound so fucking hot right now," Sam said as he bucked his own hips in time with Rory's bounces.
"Oh it's so FUCKING good, Sam!" Rory shouted as each bounce shot wave after wave of pleasure through his body. Sam was loving this completely uninhibited, horny side of Rory and Rory could tell so he continued. "Ye'r cock is fucking amazing! So big and hard. I want it so much!" He pleaded as he continued bouncing up and down on it.
"Fuck! I love fucking you!" Sam shouted back, getting into the dirty talk as he bucked up hard and fast into Rory.
Rory moaned and climbed off of Sam's dick. He rolled off the bed and bent himself forward over it. "Then come and take me good, Sam," Rory said almost challengingly. His legs were getting tired and starting to cramp and he was ready for Sam to be in control again.
"You want me to take you good?" Sam asked innocently as he too climbed off the bed and went to stand behind Rory, practically salivating as he looked at his ass and hole.
"Real good. Fuck me hard and fast, Sam. Fuck me like ye' really mean it," Rory pleaded.
Rory got his wish as Sam pounded into him hard and fast. Somehow each thrust seemed to hit his prostate, sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing over him.
For several minutes Rory just lay over the bed and enjoying the amazing feelings coursing through him, but soon his balls were aching for release and he couldn't help but to slip his hand in between his body and the mattress in an attempt to pleasure himself.
"Let me do that, babe," Sam asked as he realized Rory couldn't take much more without cumming. He pulled out again and tapped at Rory's hips, urging him to roll over. Rory happily rolled onto his back and wrapped his legs around Sam's waist as the blond stood between his legs and pushed his cock back in.
Rory moaned again and tucked his hands behind his head as Sam's own hand came to rest on his cock and he started jerking him off in time with his thrusts. "Mmmm, that's so good, Sam. Just keep doing that."
Sam jerked and fucked him for several more minutes, intentionally bringing him close to the edge and then back down again. Soon his boyfriend was pleading for release and Sam realized that he was close to a second climax himself.
"Look at me, Rors," Sam requested, as he paused his fucking and jerking to get Rory's attention. When they had established eye contact Sam continued. "This is it. When you cum think about how much I love you."
Sam knew it was a cheesy thing to say and that it sounded like it might have come out of a bad rated R movie, but he wanted Rory to know how he felt and desperately wanted him to connect the two feelings; he wanted Rory to feel safe and fully loved as he came from sex for the first time.
As Sam resumed fucking Rory and jerking his cock they looked into each other's eyes and Rory did as Sam had requested: he thought about how much he loved Sam. How good it felt being with him. How safe and happy Sam always made him feel. And he thought about how good he was making him feel right now. The pleasure and need were almost blinding now and Rory desperately clenched the sheets as the feelings only continued to build and build.
Sam knew Rory was close and he knew his own orgasm could happen at any moment too, so he frantically speed up his thrusts and continued working Rory's cock with every bit of his ability. As he looked into Rory's eyes, he watched as his boyfriend's face contorted with pleasure and the young Irishman gasped and cried out, shooting jet after jet of hot cum onto his chest and neck. One shot even landed on his chin, causing Sam to go mad with lust and drive himself hard into Rory, as he shot a second load.
"Oh me god," Rory breathed out, his body going slack against the bed. He grinned a second later when Sam leaned forward and licked the cum off his chin before kissing him. That had been exactly what he had expected his boyfriend to do.
Sam had had the foresight to put a hand towel in his nightstand the evening before and so after kissing Rory and whispering how much he loved him in his ear he pulled out the towel and cleaned him off. Then he disposed of the second condom and wiped himself down with the towel.
"How was that?" Sam asked as he lay down on the bed next to Rory and pulled him into his arms.
"Perfect," Rory answered, nuzzling his head against Sam's chest and shutting his eyes.
"Just like you then," Sam whispered as he pulled the blanket over them and kissed the top of Rory's head.
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End Note: So what did you guys think of their first time? LOL, and did anyone want to kill me for the little bit of misdirection I attempted at the beginning of the chapter? :-P
On another note, Sam's reference to his self exploration was more than a casual comment. Check out the short one-shot about it if you're interested.