Trouty Mouth and the Leprechaun
Author's Notes: Hey, look, another chapter that isn't filled with death and dismemberment :D This was a very fun chapter to write, as the places they visit mid-chapter are based on real-life experiences for me. We're getting closer to the end of the season here, and already making mental notes for what I wanna do in the next one! I'm so excited!
Beta Credit: SkewedReality
Recap: Rory discovered the wonderful world of April Fools' Day and peanut butter, leading to a new addiction for the Irish lad. Dave Karofsky made a suicide attempt that led to emotional discussions in the glee club where Sam revealed his dream of starting a family with Rory. Sam somehow turned his life into Avatar, which shows he is just too obsessed with the film. Mr. and Mrs. Evans left town and the boys have to watch the kids, so Rory became a domestic father goose and that's what you missed on Glee!
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Episode 21: Vacation
Monday was the start of a new week and a new level of stress. The weekend hadn't been so bad – Stacy and Stevie were easy to appease and neither Sam nor Rory had to really worry about them. But now that it was back to school, that was going to change.
Normally the boys would get up around six thirty, shower, grab a morning snack, and get to school with time to spare. Now, they had to get up at five thirty so they had time to get themselves ready, get the kids ready, feed them breakfast, and drop them off at their own school.
"We're gonna end up missing our practices this week, aren't we?" Sam asked on their way to McKinley, having just dropped off his siblings.
Rory shrugged, nodding. "Yeah, I think just for this week. We 'ave to pick up the kids before our practices would be over."
Sam rolled his eyes. "This is getting on my nerves already."
Rory put his hand on Sam's shoulder in a calming manner. "Calm down, it's only for a week. Don't look at it as a chore, look at it as a chance for us to spend time with ye'r siblings."
Sam smiled at him and leaned over for a quick peck. "You're right. I have been wanting to spend some time with them. I still have to work all week. Are you going to be okay with them by yourself?"
"O' course I will. I watch them all week and whene'er ye'r parents need me to. They listen to me, remember?" Rory replied smugly. "Would ye' watch the road? I don't wanna die!" he teased as Sam leaned over for another quick kiss.
The rest of the day went by smoothly. Sam talked to Mr. Schuester about their absence for the week from glee club, and Rory spoke with Coach Roz. Or rather, he attempted to speak with Coach Roz. He had to resort to writing down his declaration when, on his third attempt, she still didn't understand him through his accent.
"Are you serious? You had to write it down?" Blaine asked at lunch. He was already in shock over the fact that Rory hadn't packed himself a peanut butter sandwich for lunch.
"Yes. She never has any idea what I'm saying," Rory clarified, chomping on a bag of potato crisps.
Kurt cocked his head to the side. "You know, I noticed ever since you came back from the accident, your accent has been really strong. Way more than it was when you first got here. What gives?"
Rory blushed a little at the question. He had hoped nobody noticed, and after so much time had passed, he assumed no one did. "Well, when I got here, I… I wanted to try and be more, ye' know, American. I thought if I could get rid of me accent, I would fit in better."
"You purposely tried to get rid of it? That's crazy, Rory. I love your accent. If other people had a problem with it, then that's their problem," Blaine replied. He slung his arm around Kurt, leaning his head against his boyfriend's. "It's like us being gay. It's not our problem if someone doesn't like it. Same with your accent."
Rory nodded slowly, willing the blush from his cheeks. "I kind o' got over it when me mam and pap were here."
"Speaking of parents, did you guys know we have a pair of dads here this week?" Tina mentioned, nodding toward Sam and Rory. Everyone focused their attention on their two friends.
"Wait, what?" Kurt asked, confused. "You still live with your parents, and you're still foreign. How did you qualify to adopt kids?"
Everyone was laughing except for Kurt, who failed to see the humor in his confusion.
"No! They're taking care of Sam's brother and sister while his parents are away," Tina confirmed for them. Kurt almost looked disappointed, as if he had hoped there had suddenly been some form of progression in the plight of the gay man.
"Sam, you don't sound all that thrilled. I thought you liked your siblings," Tina asked, fumbling over another container of sushi and rice.
Sam shrugged. "Nah, I like them fine. I'm just not used to having to be responsible for them twenty-four seven."
"It won't be so bad. It's not like you're by yourself. You have your handy boyfriend to help you," she encouraged. "Besides, if you need help, you have your friends. Stop stressing over it."
Rory poked Sam in the side. "Yeah, Sammy, stop stressing o'er it. It'll be fun. Ye'll be at work most of the evening anyway."
"This is better than a daytime soap opera. We have the househusband Rory, taking care of Sam's little blonde haired children, while Sam slaves away working, bringing home the bacon," Kurt swooned.
"I like me bacon in strips, not the chopped up kind from the pizza place," Rory stated.
"That just means I'd be the one working and making money," Sam whispered to his boyfriend, placing his hand over Rory's.
"Oh," Rory said quietly, looking sheepish.
Mike smiled, speaking for the first time all lunch period. "Look at it like this, Sam. It's good practice for your own kids. You two would make great fathers."
Rory and Sam exchanged nervous glances, both of their cheeks growing hot with embarrassment at the very idea they would be having children anytime soon.
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Sam hugged his younger siblings, Stacy squealing in delight at the gentle kiss on top of her head as well. "Are you sure you're gonna be okay by yourself? They're a handful."
Rory flipped down the collar of Sam's polo shirt and smoothed his hair. "We'll be fine. Go to work, I promise, me and the kids and the house will still be here when ye' get back."
Sam smiled at him and kissed his forehead. "You're amazing. I love you. See you this evening," he said, reluctantly leaving for his nightly deliveries.
The young Irishman had no problems with the kids, most likely because he bribed them. They were told that if they behaved the entire week, then Friday night he and Sam would treat them to dinner at BreadstiX. While that wasn't but so much of a big deal for the older teens, it was a big production for the children.
When Sam came home from work, he found that Rory had already put Stacy and Stevie to bed. He poked his head in each room long enough to kiss them on their foreheads, wish them goodnight, and then send them off to sleep for the night.
"You cooked dinner and everything?" Sam asked, noting the lack of fast food garbage.
Rory shrugged. "O' course. If I feed them junk all week, ye'r mum and dad would never forgive us." He fixed Sam a plate of leftovers and set it before him. It was nothing exciting, just some baked chicken and vegetables from the freezer. All it required was a half hour in the oven and out it came, good as any real home cooked meal.
"This is good," Sam observed, shoveling forkfuls into his mouth. "Home made?"
"Only if me last name was Stouffer," Rory replied with a giggle. "Ye'r mum left plenty of easy meals for us to eat." He sat at the table, watching intently as Sam ate. It was as if he found the scene captivating, like he had never seen Sam eat before.
"Uhm, what ya starin' at?" Sam asked, setting down his fork. "Do I have something on me?" He picked up his napkin and started to wipe his mouth, wondering if he had made some sort of mess.
Rory shook his head, grinning. "No," he said, his eyes twinkling. "I just like watching ye' when I can. E'erything ye' do is fascinating to me. Just because it's ye' doing it."
Sam's lips turned up in a smile. "That's romantic in a creepy sort of way. Just like something I'd say," he replied. As he continued to eat, Rory put his hand on Sam's forearm, tracing lines up and down.
"That tickles," Sam said, chuckling a little. "But keep doing it. I kinda like it." His tone was almost suggestive, but he was far too tired to even think about fooling around.
After Sam finished his dinner, Rory cleared the table and joined Sam in his room. The older teen was sitting at his desk, working on math homework, chewing on the end of his pencil. Rory curled up on the bed with his laptop, surfing the internet, having finished his homework earlier.
As they lay naked in bed, taking advantage of the fact Sam's parents weren't around to object, Sam was muttering to himself. Before he went to sleep, he had to make one final declaration for the night. "Rory, you are really amazing."
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By Thursday, Sam was ready to take back his normal teenaged life. He loved his siblings, and they had plenty of fun playing in the pool or playing sports outside, or even coloring, he was ready to have some time away from them that wasn't work. He wanted some substantial alone time with Rory, to go on a date or something, anything, that didn't involve kids.
"Just one more day, Sammy. Ye'r off work tomorrow. We're gonna go out to dinner, like a little family," Rory had told him. The idea was cute, and both of them were looking forward to it.
-ooo-
When the hostess seated them, Stacy and Stevie were very intrigued by the concept of being taken to their seats and then having someone else come take their order. They had been to restaurants before, but not one as fancy as BreadstiX. Well, what they considered fancy, since Rory had insisted they dress nice.
"They're so cute," the waitress commented adoringly. "They must be your relations," she added, looking at Sam, referring to their blonde hair.
"Sammy's our big brother! And Mr. Rory is his special friend!" Stacy decided to announce. Sam almost choked on the soda he was sipping, but the waitress just laughed.
"You are very lucky to have a big brother and his friend who take you out to dinner," the waitress said. "You must be very good children."
Rory and Sam exchanged looks of pride. "They are. Of course, Rory took care of them mostly. I had to work all week," Sam explained. "My parents come home tomorrow though. I'm ready for some free time again."
"I understand. I used to babysit my sisters all the time," she replied. "That's cute that she calls you his special friend," she added, referring to Rory. "So, what can I get you guys?"
Dinner was uneventful. The waitress had brought the kids children's menus and crayons so they could color the activities on the back of the menus. That kept them quiet for the most part, while Sam and Rory sat back and relaxed.
The kids had been so good, they were even allowed dessert. The four of them shared a huge brownie covered in vanilla ice cream. The tasty treat stood no chance against three boys and a little girl with an appetite that didn't match her tiny frame.
After they got home, they spent the rest of the evening watching a movie – too full to eat popcorn – they just sat and watched. Stevie fell asleep on the floor, and Stacy wasn't far behind. The two teens carried them to their respective rooms, then went to their own bedroom and plopped down on the bed.
"I am so glad mom and dad come home tomorrow. I need alone time something bad!" Sam exclaimed, sighing.
"Admit it, Sammy. It's been fun," Rory insisted, poking the older teenager in the side. "Ye'r mum and dad will be impressed."
Sam nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, they will. You did a great job. You're amazing."
Rory grinned, his eyes shining. "No, we did a great job. We're amazing," he corrected him. "But, I have to admit, I am ready for some time alone with ye'."
"I say the first thing we do once mom and dad are back, is go to our little place in the park and say hi to the ducks and the turtle," Sam suggested, yawning.
"Sounds like a good idea. We can take them some bread this time," Rory agreed. "Sam? I feel like an old man, but, I think I'm ready for bed."
Both of them laughed, agreeing that it had indeed been a long day, and sleep was needed. Sam put on a movie, the usual of course, and within minutes they had both fallen fast asleep.
-ooo-
As soon as the children heard the car doors slam, they bee-lined for the front door, throwing it open in excitement to see their parents.
"Mommy! Daddy!" Stacy squealed, leaping into her father's arms. Stevie settled for the less dramatic hug that he gave his mother. He suddenly had reached the stage where he felt he was too mature for 'baby things'.
"We're glad to see you, too," Mrs. Evans said, her younger boy following them inside, Stacy still in her father's arms.
Sam and Rory both smiled, happy to see the return of the adults in the household. Freedom was theirs once again.
"Wow, the house looks so nice," Mrs. Evans commented, looking around. "We should go out of town more often." What she didn't know was that the teenagers had spent the better part of the morning running around frantically to make sure the house looked presentable.
After helping bring in the bags, the two teenagers sat at the kitchen table, Mr. and Mrs. Evans joining them with tall glasses of lemonade.
"So, how was it? You didn't kill them, obviously," Sam's dad joked, a look of approval on his face.
Sam exchanged a look with Rory that read 'Thank God it's over'. "They were good for the most part. I gotta give most of the credit to Rory though. I had to work most of the week, so he was on his own with them a lot."
"He makes it sound like it was a chore," Rory said before anyone else could comment. He was blushing at the fact that Sam was giving him so much credit when they had both contributed to caring for the kids. "We all had a good time. We made dinner together e'ery night, they didn't give me any trouble about their baths or going to bed on time."
The Evans parents looked at each other, then back at Rory, impressed with the young man's ability to watch their children with such ease. "You let them cook?" Mrs. Evans questioned, raising her eyebrow.
"Yes, ma'am. I didn't let them do anything dangerous. Just little things, so they knew they were helping. Me brother Seamus loves feeling like he's doing somethin' special. They're the same way. I hope ye'r not mad, they said ye' never let them cook before."
Mrs. Evans gave him a kind smile and touched his hand. "No, dear. Not at all. I think it's wonderful. I just never thought they had an interest."
"Oh, Rory found out plenty about them this week, didn't you, Ror?" Sam interjected, giving his boyfriend a playful nudge.
"He's being silly," Rory defended himself. "All I found out was that they missed spending time with their big brother."
Mr. Evans grinned at his son. "Looks like you're popular, Sam. I guess you better manage your time to fit them in, huh?"
"Yeah, yeah. It's not my fault I have to balance school, glee, work, homework, a social life. I probably couldn't handle it all if I didn't have someone pushing me along," Sam said, looking right at Rory when he said 'someone'. The younger teen blushed again.
"You're so mature for your age, Rory. Don't forget to be a kid, too," Mrs. Evans reminded him. "I think you earned some time off. Don't worry about watching the kids this week. Go out and have some fun."
Rory nodded with a smile. Despite having enjoyed being such a domestic for a week, he really was craving a little bit of relaxation and fun.
The family (Rory was considered family by every meaning of the word, according to Mr. Evans.) talked about the trip to Sam's aunt's, her health, everything his parents had to do while they were there. When they finally finished 'jawflapping', as Mrs. Evans called it, the two teens decided to go for a walk to the park.
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The couple walked hand in hand all the way down the street and to the park. It was midday, so the park was full of kids running around, acting crazy. They immediately headed for the trail – a far more peaceful place to be.
"So, how do you feel after a week of playing dad?" Sam asked, looking down at Rory, who was gazing into the woods, observing a deer.
"It was fun. But I'm tired. I'm ready to have fun again," the Irishman answered, finally looking away from the deer and at Sam.
Sam squeezed his hand and smiled. "I think you did an awesome job. You're gonna be a great dad someday. Your kids-"
"Our kids, ye' mean," Rory interrupted. "They'll be our kids. Not just mine. Ye'll be their dad, too." He was wearing a happy grin that revealed his ambition more than he expected.
"Already planning our future?" Sam asked, winking. "I thought we were taking baby steps?"
Rory blushed, realizing what he had insinuated. He went back to looking at the deer without responding. Sam simply smirked, knowing that his observation was correct.
"You know, I'd be happy to start a family with you someday," Sam said after a few minutes, breaking the silence. "Someday. But we gotta get there first, right?" he added, trying to ease the boy's mind.
The younger teen smiled and nodded, hoping to change the subject. It was far too mature of a conversation for the moment. He wanted to not think for a while, to just be relaxed and mindless, not having to worry about being responsible for two children.
"Hey, look! The ducks are back!" Sam exclaimed, pointing ahead near the bridge. Sure enough, the ducks were there, quacking away. "Good thing I grabbed some bread before we left. Here, get some to toss to them," he said, holding out the small bag for Rory to partake.
"They're so cute, Sammy. I want some ducks, I think," he said playfully, tossing several small pieces of bread toward their beaked buddies. He accidentally dropped a piece and three ducks rushed toward him, nipping at his shoes.
Sam started to laugh. "They think you're food," he said. "You are kind of tasty, but they can't have you," he teased. He threw some more bread in the other direction, taking the ducks' attention elsewhere.
Rory saved a few pieces for their turtle friend, but he seemed rather disinterested in bread. "Hmm, I wonder what he does like," he considered. He threw the remainder of his stash back toward the ducks, the two teens watching them with fascination.
"Ye' know, Sammy, it's the simple things like that that I love doin' with ye'," Rory stated, almost dreamily.
Sam grinned at him, taking his hand again. "Me, too. It's definitely more romantic than playing video games and watching movies." Rory nodded in agreement, looking up at him.
"I feel so happy right now. Genuinely happy and relaxed," Rory said, a soft smile crossing his features. "E'erything just seems so peaceful. No stresses. I could stay here forever if it meant no more worries."
Sam stopped walking and pulled him into a loose hug. "I know what you mean," he said. "You know, since you came to America, you haven't really had any peace. You got picked on, Azimio tried to kill you, you almost got date raped, I got sick and had to be nursed back from the grave." Sam's voice was somber and understanding, knowing that his boyfriend had suffered so much tragedy in their few months together.
"I know. Sometimes I wanted to just go home. To give up and say to Hell with America," the Irish lad admitted. "But I couldn't leave ye' behind. I'd be too sad. Too lonely without ye'."
Sam kept his arms wrapped around the boy, nuzzling his chin in Rory's hair. "My point, though, is that I think it's time you got to see the better side of things. The fun things. I said before I wanted us to do more things like this – just spending time together, and I meant it." It was at that point that he turned the boy around to face him, eyes locking.
"I mean it, one hundred percent. I'm saving most of my money so we can go out and do stuff. I know you'll have to watch the kids, but I don't want you stressing so much. I want you to relax, to enjoy your experience here. Not just with me, but overall."
"That means a lot to me, Sammy. I do feel like things have been… crazy since I got here. It's been nonstop. I've had no real peace. I kind of want… a vacation. Just to get away from e'erything for a while and be free of responsibility," Rory lamented. "I know that's unrealistic, but I can dream, ye' know?" He finally looked away, looked back into the forest at the animals as he begged himself to ease up on life.
"Maybe it's not just a dream. We can do it. We can have a little vacation of fun. There's nothing stopping us. Spring break is week after next. The end of April. We won't have to worry about missing school. We can find something fun to do," Sam suggested enthusiastically.
What Rory didn't know was that Sam was already planning in his head exactly what he wanted to do for a vacation away from home. Now he just needed to start making preparations. He was determined to show Rory the better side of America, the better side of life that didn't involve pain and suffering, drugs and feeling violated. His lips started to turn up into an almost mischievous grin.
"Yeah, we'll find something real fun to do. Don't make any plans, okay? I'll take care of everything," Sam ordered, drawing Rory's face back to him by his chin with a finger. He kissed him and then took his hand again, the pair continuing their stroll down the trail until they made it to the ice cream shop, the perfect way to treat themselves after a long week of stresses and responsibility.
-ooo-
Sam waited until Rory was in the shower to seek out his mother. She was in the kitchen, making lunches for the children, humming to herself.
"Hey mom, I have a favor to ask," Sam said in a hushed voice.
"Hi mom, how are you this morning? Oh, I'm good thanks. Hey, now that I know how you are, I have to ask you for a favor," Mrs. Evans said, giggling to herself.
Sam blushed a little bit at his mother's humor. "Sorry, mom. I just wanted to talk to you before Rory got out of the shower. It's kind of a secret," he said.
"Well, don't waste time, what is it?" she asked, looking around as if she expected a ninja to jump out at them any second.
"Well, spring break is coming up, and I wanted to do something really special for Rory. He's had it so rough since he came to the States, and I wanted to show him a nice, peaceful, relaxing vacation," Sam explained, trying to keep his excitement to a minimum. If his siblings heard, the secret would be out within seconds.
"Okay, well, do you want some ideas?"
Sam shook his head. "No, no, I know what I want to do, but I need your help." He gave her the 'look', a face that was so adorable nobody could ever deny him what he asked for at that moment.
"Oh lord, Sam, stop with the puppy dog face," she admonished. "You know that melts my heart. Now what do you need?"
"Well, you know your friend… that owns that house on the lake….?" Sam was doing his best to act innocent and cute to win over his mother's heart.
"Yes? Let me guess, you want me to ask her if we can stay there, right?"
Sam grinned. "Well, not we, but just me and Rory. And just us. No parties, no friends, no craziness, just me and him relaxing away from home on a little vacation," Sam explained. "It would really mean a lot…."
"Sam, you know she rents it out. It's expensive, and for a week? You're talking at least five hundred dollars. You can't afford that, and neither can we," his mother said, trying not to sound too mean about it.
"I was hoping that maybe you could ask her to cut me a deal, like a discount or even let me pay her a little bit at a time," the teenager said, his voice filled with hope.
His mother thought a moment. "Alright, I'll talk to her. I'll tell her my son wants to give his foreign friend a great time in America, and maybe she'll be willing to do something for you. Don't count your chickens though."
Sam kissed his mom on the cheek. "Thanks mom, you're the best!" He trotted off back to his room, grinning. Hopefully her friend would come through and help him out. If not, he'd have to come up with some sort of Plan B.
-ooo-
"Alright Samuel, she said she'd make a deal with you. She'll only charge two-fifty, which is half of what a week usually is," Mrs. Evans told him, stealing him away the moment he got home from work.
"What's the catch?" Sam asked, knowing that nothing ever comes free.
Mrs. Evans smiled at him. "I pulled a string or two and called in a favor," she replied. She would have said more, but Rory came bounding in the living room to greet his boyfriend. Sam made haste to his room to change while Rory went to the kitchen to fix him a plate of leftovers.
Mr. Evans nudged his wife in the side, whispering. "You didn't tell him, did you?"
Mrs. Evans shook her head. "No, of course not. I just said I pulled strings and called in a favor. He'd only feel bad if he knew we paid the other half," she explained.
This is perfect. We have the house for a week, no kids, no parents, nothing. Just me and Rory on the lake. He's going to love this so much! I can't wait! Crap, there's still stuff I gotta do before we go.
-ooo-
Sam stuffed their bags into the back of his car, having snuck a couple of extra bags in the trunk when Rory wasn't paying attention. Before they left, he gave his mom another kiss on the cheek, thanking her profusely.
"You boys have a nice time," his mother said, waving. "And text me when you get there!"
"Come home in one piece! I don't need the Irish mafia coming after me!" Mr. Evans shouted as they backed down the driveway.
"Irish mafia?" his wife asked with a questioning gaze.
Mr. Evans shrugged. "Sure. I heard Rachel Berry mention it when she was over here last." He laughed. "That kid is full of herself. I like her."
"Oh honey, you like everybody."
-ooo-
The road trip was going to be a little over four hours, and the entire time, Sam refused to tell Rory where they were going. Sam packed his bags for him, so he didn't even have a clue what kind of attire he was going to be wearing. Rory finally gave up asking questions when Sam's response to everything was "You'll see!"
They stopped at an IHOP for lunch and made it to their destination around three in the afternoon. They had driven through the woods at least two miles, passing by nothing but trees and fancy cabins and lake houses. By the time they reached the end of the road, Sam pulled into the driveway of one of the smaller houses set back from the rest.
"Here we are!" Sam said excitedly. "Our home away from home for the next week!" He was grinning ear to ear as he jumped out of the car.
"Wait, ye' mean we're staying here? I've never seen a hotel like this before. How many rooms does it 'ave?" Rory asked skeptically.
Sam giggled at his naiveté. "It's not a hotel! It's a house! And we're the only ones here for the week!" He was bounding around excitedly like a little kid. "I've never been here before, but I saw pictures and it's great!"
The revelation that they would be sharing a house for a week finally hit him, and Rory's face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Ye' mean we 'ave the whole house to ourselves? The whole week? Ye' and me? Nobody else?" His voice was laced with delight, his eyes shining.
Sam nodded his head happily. "Yep! Just us! No family, no kids, nobody. This is our vacation! "
Rory threw his arms around the older teen, squeezing him like a pillow. "Oh me god, Sammy, this is wonderful! " he exclaimed, his tone one of complete happiness.
"Wait until you see the rest of it. This is just the front porch. Come on, let's go inspect," Sam suggested, letting go of his eager mate.
Sam unlocked the front door, opting to get their bags after a trip through the house to check things out. It was very homey, like a log cabin would be. It wasn't huge, the size was just right. Everything was made of smooth light colored wood with big cushions on the couches and chairs. The TV was huge, fifty six inches and flat screen. A large but short table was the centerpiece of the room, with fake flowers in a vase in the middle.
The dining room and kitchen were more of the same – light colored wood, cushioned seats, fancy appliances. They stepped out onto the back deck, which looked out over the lake. A small pathway leading down the hill the house sat upon led to the dock and boathouse, where a small fishing boat and two jet skis sat.
"See those? We get to use those, too," Sam said, pointing down at the dock and smiling. Actually, he hadn't stopped smiling since they pulled into the driveway.
"Ye' mean we can go out on the boat, and on the jet boats?" Rory asked excitedly. "I always wanted to go on a jet boat!"
Sam giggled at his use of the term 'jet boat' to refer to the jet skis. "All we gotta do is pay for the gas."
Rory's eyes were misting slightly. "Oh wow, this is so wonderful, Sam! It's like a fantasy! We're really here, right?" he went on, poking Sam in the side to make sure he was real, and not a dream.
Sam embraced him from behind, looking out to the lake with him. "Yep, it's real. A real vacation. Stress free. Just like I promised you."
Rory turned around to face him and pressed his lips to Sam's. He kissed him deeply, wrapping his arms around the older teen. Sam did the same, except he moved his hands down further to grasp Rory's butt, squeezing. The younger boy giggled, knowing that Sam wasn't asking for sex, but just wanted the intimacy that such a touch could give.
"We'll need to go get some groceries, and pick up some gas for the boats. I'll go ahead and bring our stuff in. Why don't you go on down to the dock and get a better view of the cove?" Sam suggested. Normally, Rory would have argued and insisted on helping with the luggage, but this time he simply dashed down to the trail and happily trotted down to the dock. There weren't any other houses in the actual cove; to see other people, they would have to go out to the main lake.
About twenty minutes later, Sam joined him on the dock, coming up behind him and wrapping his arms around him again. "So, you like the place I take it?" he asked jokingly.
"Yeah. I love it. It's beautiful."
"Nah. You're beautiful. Or handsome, or whatever the guy version is. You deserve this so much, you know," Sam replied, shuffling back and forth with his boyfriend still locked in his arms. "So, so much."
Rory didn't say anything but just beamed, lost in thought. I could never repay his kindness. He doesn't even expect me to. It makes it that much more meaningful. He'd give me the world if I asked for it. I hope… I hope I can be just as good to him.
-ooo-
After a quick trip to the grocery store for supplies for the week, they changed into swim trunks and ran down to the dock. Without even pausing, Rory took a flying leap off the dock and into the water, landing with an enormous splash.
"How am I supposed to beat that?" Sam called out. He took his own leap into the water, landing on his back in a heap. "Okay, that didn't go so well," he said, coming back up and shaking his head. He looked around and realized he didn't see Rory anywhere.
"Alright, where you hiding? I know you didn't drown, so where are you?" Sam called, teasing. His answer came in the manner of a dunk in the water as Rory leapt out of the water onto his back. "Hey! You snuck right up on me, crazy man!"
Rory was laughing hysterically. "Maybe next time, I'll be a shark and eat ye' whole!" He made chomping motions with his hands, accompanied by gobbling noises as if he were trying to devour him.
They simmered down and floated on their backs, waiting for the sun to set. There was nothing better than a sunset while in the water.
"What lake is this, Sam?" Rory asked. He hadn't thought to question it before, having been so overwhelmed with excitement.
"This is Lake Erie. The biggest one in the area. Of course, you'd never know it if you never ventured from this cove," the blonde replied, wading up toward the younger teen and tickling him, causing him to sink.
"Just a few more minutes until the sun sets, right?" Rory asked, gazing at the sky. Sam wrapped his arms around him from behind him, holding on while they tread water. The sun was finally setting, the sky changing from a bright orange, to red, and finally to purple and black until all that was left was the stars.
"Amazing, isn't it?" Sam asked quietly. "Yesterday we were in school, miserable and stressed out. Today we're at the lake, calm and peaceful." Rory leaned his head back in the crook of Sam's neck, gazing up at him.
"Sammy, I love ye'," Rory stated randomly. "I'm so happy right now," he said softly, almost dreamily.
Sam's stomach growled – they hadn't eaten since noon and it was already late. "Come on, let's go eat. I'll even fix you a peanut butter sandwich," he offered, grinning. He needn't say more, because Rory immediately flopped over and paddled to the dock, pulling himself out and wrapping his towel around himself.
-ooo-
After eating, the boys sat on the couch, snuggled up in their pajamas, watching TV. No movies were on that were worth watching, so they settled for a couple episodes of Family Guy followed by a rousing session of FIFA Soccer.
Despite having Rory as a definite winner, they didn't go with their normal 'reward'. Instead they watched a movie, still snuggled up on the couch.
After a half hour, Rory had fallen asleep, and Sam carried him to the bedroom, set him in bed and crawled in next to him. Before he fall asleep, Sam gently kissed his boyfriend and draped his arm over him.
-ooo-
The next morning, they awoke to the sun shining in through the windows, the sound of birds chirping outside. They cooked Sam's southern style breakfast of bacon, eggs, toast and sausage, and then went outside to play.
Sam fueled up the two jet skis, then gave Rory a crash course on how to operate one. Rory stalled out twice before he got the hang of it, and then became a speed demon. He zipped right out of the cove and started racing all around the area, jumping over his own waves.
By the time Sam caught up to him, his face was red from the wind blasting on his face, his hair wild from the wind. He pulled over and drifted right up next to Sam, grinning.
"This is so much fun! I never thought it would be so fast!" Rory exclaimed, throwing his arms around to indicate the speed.
"Yeah, it's fun, isn't it? Just be careful, there's other people out here. Don't get too close, people get mad if you make too many waves," Sam cautioned. "And don't get lost. Just make sure you can see me, okay?"
"Yes, sir!" Rory saluted, giggling. "Time to zoom, Sammy!" Without waiting for a response, he cranked the gas, and the small craft took off like a rocket. Sam just shook his head and laughed.
Good, he's having fun. He needs it, Sam thought, grinning. Time to show that little Irishman that he can't outrun me.
Sam cranked the gas on his own vessel, wasting no time in catching up. He looked over at Rory, the younger boy surprised Sam had caught up so fast. They nodded to each other – a silent agreement that a race was on.
They became two blurs on the lake, zipping across so fast, their boats barely touched the water. Rory won, only by a margin, and only because he had no fear at all. Sam shot up sky high as he hit a wave and actually let his nerves get the better of him, his reduced speed just enough to cost him.
"You are fearless," Sam told him as they were drifting into the cove, approaching the dock.
"I know, but ye'r the one crazy enough to try and catch me," Rory replied. He tied the rope to his jet ski, threw off his life vest, and plopped into the water, floating on his back. "I'm hungry. Can we make some hot links?" he asked, rubbing his tummy.
Sam laughed. "You got hungry doing all that speed racing. Come on, water boy, I'll throw some links on the grill if you'll mix up the cheese dip." Rory quickly agreed, Sam chuckling to himself at the boy's name for 'hot dogs'.
Later in the evening, they sat on floats in front of the dock, setting up Sam's laptop to play a movie. Their very own 'dive-in theater'.
The next day they spent just laying out in the sun, racing around on the jet skis some more, and cooking out on the grill again.
-ooo-
Tuesday morning, Rory awoke to the smell of bacon cooking. Sam wasn't in the bedroom, but his nose told him exactly where his boyfriend was. Rory slipped on his boxer shorts and padded out to the kitchen to find Sam, also clad on in boxers, at the stove, preparing breakfast.
"Good morning, baby," Sam greeted him with a smile. They exchanged a quick peck before he returned to his task, humming to himself.
"I could get used to this. Waking up and 'aving breakfast e'ery mornin'," Rory said in a relaxed tone.
"Don't get too relaxed, I have plans for us today," Sam stated, turning off the burner and plopping sausage links on a plate.
Rory looked at him quizzically, curious as to what the day had in store for them. "Well… are ye' gonna share ye'r plan?"
Sam smiled, setting a plate of eggs, bacon, links, and toast in front of the teenager, and then putting a glass of orange juice down as well. "I thought today we'd go out fishing on the boat. How's that sound?"
Rory looked skeptical. He bought himself time to consider the idea by chewing his food extra slow.
"You don't like fishing?" Sam asked, noticing the delayed response, concern in his voice.
"I… I've never been fishing before, Sammy," Rory admitted, hanging his head, embarrassed. "Me pap and I, we never did things like that really. I probably went a time or two as a kid, but don't really remember it."
"No problem. I can show you. It's easy!" the blonde announced enthusiastically. "We'll eat whatever we catch tonight for dinner. I mean, it won't be anything spectacular like mahi mahi or a shark or anything, but tuna or trout will be just fine."
Rory giggled at the mention of the word 'trout'. Anytime someone brought up the word 'trout' or fish in general, it made him think of Sam and his luscious lips. "I'd like that. It'll be an adventure, right?"
Sam smiled and nodded. "That's the spirit. Now eat up. We got a long day of fun ahead of us," he said, shoveling food into his mouth.
They finished their meal, and then Rory went to go take a shower while Sam fixed them lunch to take along on the boat. He packed two sandwiches, some chips, some fresh fruit, and a few drinks - soda, and water. He packed it all in a cooler with some ice and took it out to the boat. When he got back, Rory was showered and dressed in a pair of shorts, a short sleeve shirt, and a baseball cap. He slipped on a pair of sandals to complete the ensemble.
"Wow, you look hot," Sam commented, coming into the room to grab his own clothes. "Not that you don't always look good, but usually more on the side of adorable. Right now you got this rugged and manly thing going on, and I think I'm just gonna shut up now since I sound like a rambling jackass." The teen blushed at his own fumbled words, hoping he hadn't offended the other boy.
As if answering his insecurity, Rory gave him a kiss, poked him on the nose, and said he would meet him down by the boat. Sam grinned, pleased that he hadn't blown it, and changed into trunks, a tank top, and a fisherman's hat, sans fishhooks.
"Okay, I got everything we need already in the boat. Just get in, and we'll set off. Keep an eye on our surroundings. I got a map, but it helps when you recognize where you are, too," the older teen stated. Rory got into the boat and helped him with the ropes and pushed off.
It was an average sized fishing boat, with a canopy over the driver's seat and middle section of the boat for shade. As they set out, Sam started humming the theme to Gilligan's Island.
"We know that show even in Ireland," Rory mentioned, chuckling and then humming along. They were standing practically right on top of each other as Sam showed him how to steer the boat. He cautioned the boy against going but so fast, recalling the previous day where Rory had sped off on a jet ski faster than a lightning strike.
"Okay, this looks like a good spot," Sam observed, shutting off the engine. "No no, don't throw anchor!" he cried, catching Rory just in time. "We just sit here idle, we don't actually use the anchor. Not on a calmer lake like this, anyway."
"Sorry, Sammy. I don't know much about boats," Rory apologized, blushing a little bit.
Sam smiled and pulled Rory's hat down over his face. "Don't worry about it. Come on, I'll show you how to ready your fishing pole and get the bait on it and stuff." Sam pulled out the two fishing rods, and carefully showed the teen how to string it up, and then hang the lure on the end.
"Okay, we take the worm out of the dirt and then squeeze him onto the hook. Careful, don't cut yourself," he warned, leading by example. Rory followed suit, making a face at the squirming worm as he impaled it on the hook.
Rod and reel in hand, Sam showed his boyfriend how to cast it into the air and over the water so that it hit a decent distance away. He then did the same with his own. "And now we just… wait," Sam said with a laugh. "It gets exciting when you get a bite."
It was only about fifteen minutes before Rory got a tug on his fishing rod. "What do I do!" he cried in alarm. Sam told him to simply reel it in slowly, not jerking on it too hard. He had it most of the way in but when the line came out of the water, the worm was gone with no fish in sight.
"Oh well, we'll get him next time. Bait up and cast again, maybe he'll come back or send one of his friends our way," Sam suggested. Rory put the worm on himself this time with no supervision, and managed to cast out on his own as well. Sam grinned, pleased that he caught on so quickly.
The boat was equipped with places to set the rods while they were waiting for the fish to bite, so they decided to enjoy the day relaxing in the sun while the fish teased their lures.
Sam offered to put some suntan lotion on Rory's back, but shortly it turned into an excuse for Sam to simply rub his hands all over the teen. The lotion was rubbed in, probably more than necessary. Rory giggled as Sam tweaked one of his nipples, running his slick hands over his thin chest.
They spent the next couple of hours fishing, having only two more bites – neither of which amounted to anything. The second bite brought in a fish that was way too small to keep, so Sam threw it back in the water.
"Let's move to another area, we'll cast off and then have some lunch. We'll catch us some dinner like real fishermen by dinnertime, I'm sure of it," Sam announced. Their second location was much more profitable than the first, netting them five fish by the time the sun was starting to set.
Lake rules stated that boats had to be off the water by dusk, so they made it just in time, before the curfew kicked in. Sam showed Rory how to clean the fish; a task neither of them found the most pleasant, but it was necessary in order to eat their catch.
Sam filleted the fish on the grill, wrapping them up in aluminum foil with special spices and sauces to give it the perfect flavor. They had some potatoes as well, and sat on the deck, eating dinner.
"That was a lot of fun, Sammy," Rory said, wiping his mouth. "I didn't know fishing was so exciting." He started to stare off out at the lake, waiting for Sam to finish up his meal.
"It's only exciting with the right company. It sucks to fish by yourself, but with you and my side, it's a blast," Sam declared, grinning between bites. "All that sun will wear you out though. I'm exhausted."
"Me too. What do ye' think of curling up on the couch with a movie?" Rory asked hopefully. After spending all day outside in the sun, he was ready to spend a little bit of time back in the house, out of the heat.
They finished up, Sam cleaning the grill while Rory did the dishes, then they stripped to their boxers and sat on the couch, turning on the TV. There wasn't anything on except for the usual pair of Family Guy episodes, so they watched those then put in another of Sam's DVD's. It took next to no time before they were both falling asleep. Sam dragged both himself and Rory up off the couch and into the bed – he didn't have the strength to carry the boy to bed this time.
Before Rory completely reached dreamland, he said a silent prayer of thanks. Thank you, Lord, so much. Thank you for giving us this day, this fun day, together. I know you may not agree with… us… completely, but thank you for still showing your love.
-ooo-
The next day was another filled with simple relaxation. Buzzing about on the jet skis, laying out in the sun, playing in the water. Late afternoon, they treated themselves to a leisurely boat ride around the bigger part of the lake. They didn't do anything spectacular; it was just the simplicity of it all that made it so great.
Dinner was comprised of burgers on the grill and chips. Later on they drove into town and got some ice cream, then went back home to watch TV and play some more FIFA. For the cuteness factor of it all, Rory insisted they watch Avatar together snuggled up on the couch. He promptly fell asleep wrapped up in Sam's arms, finding himself in his bed when he awoke the next morning.
-ooo-
Thursday they decided to venture out into town to see if there was anything interesting going on. There was a mall, which they walked around in for a while, stopping at the food court for some pizza. Afterward they made a trip to the park not far from the mall, sitting in a gazebo not far from the lake.
"Sam, can we just stay here forever?" Rory asked, smiling, eyes brighter than they ever were back in Lima. "We can quit school, get jobs here and live in that cabin together." He looked at Sam, not just at him, but into him, and could see that such an idea broke his heart – only because he knew it wasn't possible, despite how wonderful it sounded.
"I wish we could. But… maybe someday. It's fun to think about though, isn't it?" Sam replied, his voice laced with the faintest bit of sadness. Rory put his hand on Sam's and squeezed.
"Don't be sad, Sammy. It was just me being silly," Rory apologized. "I say silly things like that sometimes." Sam smiled at him and playfully pat him on the head.
"I think it's fun to think about the future. What it might hold in store for us." Sam smiled, leaning his head back dreamily. "Yeah, who knows what our future has waiting for us."
Rory leaned over and kissed him innocently, and then rested his head on Sam's shoulder. "I like that ye' say our future. Ye' and me, together. What do ye' think will happen after I graduate?"
Sam gently stroked Rory's hair, running fingers through the dark brown threads. "I don't know. I'll already be working full time, and you'll have to get work as soon as possible, too. We'll need to figure out where to live, either way we go, there's gonna be a ton of paperwork involved."
"I don't mean that, Sam. I just mean in the future. After graduation, after the paperwork is done, after we 'ave jobs," Rory corrected. He had a certain idea in his head, but couldn't put into the right words.
"You mean marriage? Kids?" Sam asked skeptically. He looked down at his boyfriend, who had cocked head upward to look him in the eyes. He was smiling brightly at him. "Well, yeah, someday. We got a long way to go before all that, though. Besides, we can't get married anytime soon anyway."
Rory looked puzzled, as if he hadn't expected that response. "Ye' don't e'er want to?" he asked nervously.
Sam grinned like a cat. "Oh, I never said that. We just can't get married until a formal presentation has been made." He winked at him, then leaned down for another kiss. "Don't worry about that stuff yet. We're together, we're staying together. Relax, baby."
"I am getting ahead of meself, huh? I'm just in this place where I can't help but think of the happy things," Rory said, his voice airy, almost like he was high.
"That's called tranquility, Rory. For the first time since you got here, there isn't anything wrong. Nobody picking on you, or shoving you into lockers. No homework. No kids to watch. Nothing to be responsible for. Rory, you're free. That's why you feel so happy," Sam explained, grinning at him.
After a few more minutes, Sam started to adjust his posture. "Come on, get up. We're going back and getting ready," he announced. Rory sat up, a look of confusion on his face. He thought at first that perhaps Sam had told him what they were doing, and he just forgot.
"Don't look at me like I'm crazy. We're doing something special tonight," Sam told him, getting up and starting toward the car.
"Wait, what are we doin'?" Rory asked, hopping on his feet to follow.
"We're going out. Don't worry, I brought you an outfit for the occasion," Sam replied confidently, a cocky grin spreading across his face.
When they got back to the cabin, Sam rummaged through one of the extra bags he brought and pulled out two sets of dress clothes. Black pants, a pale blue button down shirt for himself and a pale green for Rory, and suit-jackets. He wore a black tie for himself but had secured a bowtie for Rory. If it were up to Sam, the only kind of tie the boy would ever wear again would be a bowtie. No wonder Kurt found them so sexy on Blaine.
Rory got out of the shower, finding his outfit laid out neatly on the bed. "We're going somewhere formal?" he asked, still skeptical of what Sam had in mind. It wasn't that he didn't trust Sam, he knew Sam would never choose for them to do something lame, but he didn't want Sam spending a bunch of money on him, either.
"You'll see. It'll be fun. Promise," Sam assured him. He left Rory to finish getting ready while he went to take care of his own shower. By the time he was ready to go, he found Rory sitting outside on the deck, speaking Irish into his phone. When he noticed Sam was ready, he ended the call.
"E.T. phone home?" Sam asked playfully. Thankfully Rory understood the reference, despite being way too young to have seen E.T. in its original run. Then again, the only reason Sam even knew about E.T. was from the Disney channel reruns.
"Yeah. I haven't talked to them all week. I wanted to tell them about our vacation so far," the Irish boy explained with a smile.
"Did you get to talk to both of your folks? And Seamus?"
Rory shook his head. "I talked with me pap. Mam was heading to bed and Seamus had been asleep for an hour at least. I'm glad it was pap I talked to anyway."
"Why him in particular?" Sam asked, sitting down next to him.
"I want him to hear me voice. To hear from me that e'erything is fine. That I'm happy. And… I'm hoping that the more he hears about how much ye' make me happy, about e'erything ye' do for me, that it will make him more comfortable," Rory answered with a slight smile. "I love me pap, but he still has some adjustments to do. I don't think he e'er expected his first born to be with another man."
"At least he doesn't hate me. I mean, he did invite me to come visit, right?"
"Right. I just want him to hear e'ery good thing he can. I want him to really like ye', the way ye'r dad likes me," the boy explained. "I think he will, in time."
Sam smiled at him then stood up and held out his hand. "Alright, up and at 'em. We have reservations at six thirty." Rory took his hand and allowed himself to be helped up. Both of them double checked to make sure they had their wallets, and Sam his keys. They got in the car and sang along with the radio all the way to their destination.
-ooo-
Sam parked the car and the couple walked toward the corner of the street, where the entrance to the restaurant was. The outside was rather plain, but inside it was incredible. Vaulted ceilings, painted with artwork, potted plants hanging down from ornate ironwork. The booths were all lined with black leather cushions, the tables a dark onyx.
"Oh me god, it must cost a fortune just to look at the menu," Rory exclaimed, his voice low and filled with awe.
"Naw, it's not as bad as you think. I did my homework," Sam whispered with a sly grin.
"Good evening gentlemen. Will there be two dining tonight?" the hostess asked cheerfully. She was the most beautiful woman Sam had ever seen next to Quinn – except she had dark brown hair that hung down to her hips in long curls.
"Actually we have reservations," Sam told her. "It's under Evans-Flanagan," Sam said with a grin. Rory couldn't help but blush – somehow the sharing of their last names like that seemed so romantic.
The hostess seated them in a booth next to a window, passed out menus and began to offer the wine list. "Oh, no wine, we're both underage," Sam informed her kindly before she launched too far into her speech.
She smiled. "It's so hard to tell ages anymore, especially with two strapping lads like yourselves," she said flirtatiously. "For all I know, you could be thirty years old and just well preserved." She tittered to herself, and sauntered off to alert the waitress of their arrival.
Their waitress turned out to be a waiter – an attractive young man by the name of Marc. He couldn't be any older than twenty-five, with a build similar to Sam's. He had an alluring smile and short spiked brown hair. The man casually looked both of them over, smiling. At first glance, the smile reminded Sam of Sebastian, but as soon as Marc spoke, it broke the likeness.
Marc spoke in a very professional manner, but it was much more genuine than Sebastian's cocky attitude could ever attempt to produce. He was a nice guy, and even though he seemed to have an attraction toward the younger Irish boy (evidenced by his questions about Ireland and the melting look in his eyes when Rory spoke), but Sam didn't seem to mind.
"Are you gentlemen celebrating anything special this evening, or just having a nice night out?" Marc asked, smiling. Perhaps he was hoping to find one of them single. No such luck for him, however.
"We're here on vacation at the lake," Rory answered. "It's just us, so I guess that's occasion enough."
Marc raised an eyebrow of curiosity. "It's spring break for our high school. He needed to get away, too much stress at school, so I brought him out here for some relaxation," Sam added. "He pushes himself way too hard."
"You should both make sure to take time out to enjoy life. It's too short to work it all away," the waiter said.
Over the course of dinner, they chatted a little more with Marc and found out he was from out of town, a college student. Though he took the occasional extra glance at Rory, he made no move to flirt or stare. He was obviously a man of some respect.
When he brought the check, he thanked them for the good conversation, then lowered his voice slightly.
"You guys are really nice. I don't really have many friends here. I know you said you live several hours away, but would it be cool to just keep in touch? I don't really have anyone to talk to about…" he paused, looking around to see if anyone was listening – they weren't. "About being different. You two seem so open about it. I kinda of… I'd like to know how you do it. How you're able to be that way without being afraid."
This was a totally different side of Marc than they had seen in the last hour. The confident waiter was sharing a very personal admission with two strangers, almost out of desperation.
Sam and Rory exchanged glances, Sam giving Rory silent permission. "Ye'' seem like a nice guy ye'rself, Marc. If ye' need a friend, we're happy to talk to ye'. We're kind o' new at this too. Sam's me first relationship at all, but it's been wonderful."
"Really? You guys would do that?" Marc asked, his face brightening up.
Sam nodded. "Yeah. It's been a wild ride for us, but we have some other friends who are like us, and they helped us through it. If we can give someone else some kind of support, why not? What's your number? We can text or chat online."
Marc scribbled his number on a napkin and handed it to Sam, thanking both of them profusely. It was obvious that while on the outside, he was a confident young man, inside, he was struggling deeply with his self-discovery and would benefit from some friendly advice.
"That was really nice of you to offer to talk to him, Ror," Sam told him when they got in the car. He placed his hand on top of his young lover's.
"It seemed the right thing to do. We've had it easy compared to him. We should help someone if we can. We're so lucky, if we can help someone else, we need to help them. I think that's what being Christian is all about anyway. It isn't confession, or catechism, or ceremony. It's about being good people and helping other people when we can," Rory explained with a soft smile.
Sam stared at him. It wasn't a shocked stare, or one of confusion. It was a stare that said something else, something Sam couldn't put into words. He looked at his boyfriend with eyes of the deepest respect, sincerity, and admiration.
"Why are ye' lookin' at me that way, Sammy? Did I say something wrong?" Rory asked, his own eyes turning to worry.
Sam never let his eyes falter. He smiled and shook his head slowly, losing himself in the ocean. "That's just the most selfless thing I ever heard, what you told that waiter. So… so loving."
Rory gulped, nervous for no apparent reason.
"You're so amazing. I'm so lucky. I'm in love with the most wonderful person on the face of the earth and he's sitting right here in my car," Sam gushed breathlessly.
Rory smiled, still a little thrown off at the sudden rush of emotions coming from his boyfriend. "Sam? I thought that's why ye' loved me to begin with. Because ye' felt that way about me."
"I know. I did. And I do. I will. I just, what you said, it… it made me feel so good inside. Like warmth. I can't explain it, it's so random. It reminds me of when I first knew I loved you." Sam's heart was pounding. His face was pink. He felt like everything was fresh and new again, his heart forcing him to remember just why Rory was so amazing. It was his purity of heart.
Rory just smiled, letting Sam lean down and kiss him. "Let's go back to the house. I want to hold you so bad right now. I want to feel you," Sam said, his voice not filled with lust, but with pure love and affection.
-ooo-
Overwhelmed with this sudden burst of emotion, Sam pulled into the driveway in a rush, just as rain decided to pour from the sky. It had been clouded over, but neither of them had paid attention to the weather report. It was about to get ugly outside and they had no choice but to run through the rain to get inside.
Soaked to the bone and laughing as they tumbled into the door, thunder starting to rumble behind them, they locked lips, tearing the suit jackets off of each other and tossing them to the floor. Despite their momentary urgency, as soon as they got to the living room, they had calmed down to something much tamer.
"Should we shut the curtains, Sammy?" Rory asked as they began to gently caress one another's arms and chests, knowing that they were about to get far more intimate than the public should know about.
"No. Leave it open. Nobody can see us, and it's… romantic. Raining outside, while we're nice and warm inside. All hell breaking loose out there while we have nothing but heaven in here. Yeah, romantic," Sam said wistfully.
Rory turned the lights down low in the house while Sam laid blankets and pillows down near the large sliding glass door and set a towel down as well. They were going to be completely comfortable. They began to kiss again, running fingers through each other's hair and caressing faces.
"I want to see you," Sam whispered in Rory's ear. At first, Rory was confused but then Sam clarified himself. "I want to undress you, piece by piece. I want to see you." Rory smiled and kissed him again, letting Sam carefully pull each item of clothing off of him.
Sam unbuttoned the boy's shirt and pulled it open, letting it fall off his shoulders. Next came the buckle on his belt and his pants met the floor. Sam knelt down and removed his socks and tossed the pants aside, then gently removed his boyfriend's underwear. Rory stood before him, completely nude, and damp from the rain.
"I've never seen anyone look so beautiful. I can't tell you that enough," Sam said softly, his voice shaking slightly. "No girl or woman could ever compare to you."
Rory blushed, Sam's words warming his heart as they always did when Sam gushed over him. He was a little chilly as the cool air touched his damp body, but Sam quickly covered him with the towel and patted him dry from head to toe.
"I want to undress ye', too," Rory admitted, reaching forward to unbutton Sam's shirt. Sam allowed him to, the boy sliding his hands behind his back and peeling the shirt off of him. Rory let his fingertips brush over Sam's tight abs, gently tugging on the light blonde hairs under his navel, disappearing into his pants.
"Take my pants off, Rory," Sam whispered. "Please. I want to be bare for you." Rory quietly complied, removing the remainder of Sam's clothes in the same manner the older boy had done for him. He patted his boyfriend down with the towel, then wrapped his arms around him and pressed their bodies together.
They were both so warm in each other's arms. Normally, they touched each other with such hunger, such hormonal desire, that it was wild, but now, their touches were gentle, slow, intimate. This wasn't the two of them having sex this time. They were going to make love.
Holding their bodies close together, Sam led the two of them to the floor, putting Rory on his back. He continued to kiss him, gently, not hungrily. He ran his fingers over the teen's chest, brushing over his nipples, eliciting a quiet cry of pleasure. Sam smiled and started to nuzzle his chest with his nose, the way a pet would. Unlike a pet, however, he kissed his neck, down to his chest.
"I didn't notice before, but your chest is filling out a little. Must be all the swimming, building some muscle on you," Sam observed, taking a moment to tenderly massage the newly formed pectorals. "It's subtle. I like it."
Rory smiled but changed his expression to one of surprise when he suddenly felt Sam nip at his nipple, and then the other. He then licked a trail down past his navel and to the thatch of hair down below. Sam inhaled deeply, the scent intoxicating.
He started planting kisses on his skin again, on his inner thighs, everywhere except his manhood. Sam nuzzled his head against Rory's groin, the hairs tickling his cheek, his tongue finally flicking out for just a moment to tease the plump shaft before him.
Not being able to hold back anymore, Sam took the teen's stiffness all the way into his mouth, wrapping his thick lips around the base. Rory let out a soft moan at the sudden sensation of being engulfed in Sam's hot, wet mouth, his tongue flicking back and forth, pushing the foreskin up and down, massaging the base. It was magical the way Sam's tongue worked on him.
The pleasure Sam was giving his boyfriend was so intense that he felt ready to finish at any moment. Sam didn't want that. He had other plans. Straddling the boy, he wiggled himself up to place his erection in front of Rory's face, his balls right on his lips. Rory took the orbs into his mouth one at a time, massaging them, licking them, sucking them, all the while Sam slowly stroked himself. Starting to feel close to the edge himself, he dismounted him, and lay right beside him, tracing lines up and down his body.
"I want you, Rory," Sam said seductively. "I want every bit of you. Every inch, inside of me," he whispered in his ear. Aside from the one time Sam rode him in the tub months before, the older teen had never shown an interest in receiving.
"Do ye' mean…?"
"Yes, Rory. I want to feel you inside me. The way I'm always inside you," Sam clarified, looking him in the eyes.
"Are ye' sure? I thought ye' didn't much like that," Rory asked, his body trembling with excitement at the idea. He loved feeling Sam's large endowment penetrating him, the way it made him feel like they were one, but he also had a strong desire to be inside of him as well, but he knew that it wasn't Sam's cup of tea. He had tried it and it was 'ok', but he preferred not to.
"Right now, I want you inside me, Rory. I want you to feel what I feel when I'm inside of you," Sam replied breathlessly.
Rory looked a little skeptical, but his attention was drawn elsewhere as Sam started to slowly stroke his dick again. "A-are ye' really sure? I don't want ye' to do something ye' don't want to do," the teen argued.
"I want it, Rory. I want you. My pleasure will come from knowing how much you like it, from seeing the reactions you have to the sensations. My pleasure will come from making you crave me," Sam insisted. "Please, Rory. Don't deny me."
Who can argue with that? Rory thought. "Okay, Sammy. But promise me ye'll tell me to stop if it hurts," he said, his tone firm and excited at the same time.
Sam fished behind the pillow and pulled out a bottle of lubricant. It was the jelly kind – it worked much better for them than the watery stuff that only served to make a mess. Sam handed the bottle to Rory, looking him deep in his eyes.
"I want you completely in charge. I trust you." He could see the fear in Rory's eyes – fear that he would hurt Sam. It didn't bother him when Sam was taking the lead – if Sam hurt him, it was okay, because it was Sam, and Rory felt that anything Sam did to him was done out of pure love. But he couldn't bring himself to handle the emotional turmoil of hurting Sam himself, even if by accident.
"Sam, I… I don't want to hurt you. I'm not sure I can-" Sam stopped him by placing his finger over Rory's lips. He stared him right in the eyes again, not even blinking.
"Rory, I love you, and I trust you. I know you won't hurt me. Have confidence in yourself. We've done this plenty of times now, it's just reversing the roles. Just go slow and be gentle, which I know you will," Sam insisted. There was no way he would let Rory back out of this from apprehension.
Sam saw Rory start to hesitate, so he simply repeated his words, "I trust you."
Nervous, yet eager, Rory slathered his finger with the clear gel, then pressed his finger down between Sam's legs. Sam giggled at the tickle of the cold on his rear. He could feel Rory's small finger drawing circles over top of his tight opening, It was an odd sensation, but arousing all the still.
"Go ahead," Sam encouraged as he felt Rory pressing the tip of his finger harder, trying to gain entry. Sam breathed in deep and forced himself to relax, the muscle giving way just enough to let the slender finger inside.
Rory slid his finger in just a little deeper than he meant to, and panicked just slightly when Sam let out a soft moan. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Rory cried, worried he had hurt him. He started to pull his hand back, but Sam stopped him.
"No, it just surprised me. It felt good. Do it again," Sam said. When Rory didn't move, he took his wrist and guided it back down, pushing the trembling finger deeper inside again. "You can go deeper." So Rory went deeper. He felt his fingertip hit something firm and smooth and when he touched it, Sam shivered and let out a tiny cry of pleasure.
"That's ye'r special spot, isn't it?" Rory asked with a grin.
"Mhmm. You can do like I do to you. Rub your finger over it, press against it. Do what you like me to do to you," Sam instructed, holding on to the boy's wrist.
Rory gulped and nodded his head, keeping his finger inside. He did just as Sam told him, rubbing his finger back and forth, all around that oh so special spot. Sam began to squirm, his breaths coming faster, more ragged.
"You can put in another finger, it's okay," Sam told him. Rory didn't say anything but just lubed up another finger, and gently slid it in next to his first. He felt Sam tense up a little bit, but Sam caressed his face with the back of his hand, letting him know he was fine.
By the time Sam gave him the green light for a third finger, Rory had finally convinced himself he wouldn't hurt Sam – at least not with his fingers. He had sort of small hands, and the more he thought about it, the more it worried him that he might injure him when he went to mount him.
"Don't be scared, baby. I'll be fine. Just take it slow," Sam assured him. "I'll stay on my back, so I can watch your face. I want to see how it feels for you."
Rory blushed slightly, the idea of his own face during sex a little laughable. Nobody ever made attractive sex-faces, but for some reason Sam wanted to see him, so he obliged. Sam stayed on his back and gently slung his legs up over Rory's shoulders. Rory reached down and lubed himself up, and added some more to Sam's tender opening. He then very slowly guided himself toward his older lover, and pushed.
Sam bit his bottom lip as the sensation of being opened up to his limits started to settle in. Rory was bigger than just three fingers, and Sam could feel every bit of it. Rory looked into his eyes for approval and Sam nodded slightly. He willed himself to loosen up for him, to bear the pain.
Rory continued to push, sliding in inch by inch until both he and Sam were surprised to find he was all the way inside. "Just stay right there a moment. I'll tell you when you can start moving," Sam said softly, trying to mask the pain in his voice but falling just short. The pain was settling from a burn to a dull throb. Even if the pain never subsided, he was determined to see this through.
"Sam, I'm hurting ye'," Rory stated, his eyes filled with worry. "I'm gonna stop." As he started to pull back, Sam reached back and held him still.
"No. Don't stop. I want you," Sam insisted. "Go ahead, push back in, and then start a slow rhythm, like I do with you."
Rory gulped but nodded his head. The sensation of burying himself deep inside his boyfriend was amazing. Nothing he had ever felt before. It was a completely different feeling that when he was the one being penetrated, as if the pleasure was coming from an entirely different place. He started to get his rhythm going, Sam starting to moan.
"That's good, baby. That's real good. You can speed up if you want to," Sam assured him. Rory started to speed up, and within a couple more minutes, he sped up some more until he was subconsciously going faster and harder.
"Are ye' okay Sammy?" he asked between deep breaths. By this point, the pain had indeed subsided and was replaced by pleasure as Sam felt Rory's pulsing rod slammed into his prostate over and over.
"I'm good! Keep going!" Sam said, grinding his rear so that he was meeting Rory's thrusts, causing him to drive in deeper. With one hand he started to stroke himself, with the other, he was reaching up to touch Rory's chest. They were both sweating like crazy, the sheen shining in the flashes from the lightning through the window.
Rory thrust his hips in faster and faster than he ever thought he could. He kept his hands around Sam's hips, keeping him still. "Sam, I think I'm very close," Rory told him.
"Go ahead when you're ready. Don't stop. I want you to know how it feels," Sam ordered between moans. He was stroking himself vigorously, bringing himself close as well.
Rory started to convulse with fits of pleasure as his orgasm took over his body, pouring his seed deep into Sam's insides. As he shot, he leaned down and locked lips with Sam, both of them moaning into each other's mouths as Sam went over the edge as well, the stickiness threading between their stomachs. A few more spasms and he finished unloading inside his boyfriend and allowed himself to slide out and collapse on top of him.
Sam held him tight, both of them covered in sweat and semen, out of breath and exhausted. "That was amazing, Sammy. I can't say how great it was."
"I loved it, baby. You were so good," Sam whispered. His voice was almost drowned out by the loud thunderclaps outside.
"I love ye' so much, Sammy. Thank ye'," Rory said, burying his head in Sam's neck.
"Anything for my boyfriend. Anything,"Sam emphasized. "I'll give you anything you want to make you happy." His face was awash with affection and happiness.
"Ye' already give me what I want. Ye'r love," Rory replied with a smile. The pair laid there and snuggled for what seemed like an hour, watching the rain and the flashes of light outside. They finally fell asleep in a sticky mess, but they were the happiest couple in the world at the time.