Just as Blaine's Spanish class is about to start, he gets an email from Sam. He's intrigued enough to be getting an email instead of a text that he opens it right away. It says: Blaaaainelookwhatyoudidmyspacebardoesntworkanditsallyourfault!Butitwastotallyworthitandiloveu!333
"Sr. Anderson, ¿de que te ríes?"
Blaine blushes. "Nada, Profesora Vargas."
The professor turns her attention to the class at large. "Califiqué las pruebas de la semana pasada. Algunos de ustedes necesitan estudiar mucho más…"
Blaine doesn't hear what she says after that—he's too busy thinking about what happened before class.
He woke up naked next to his equally naked boyfriend, who was turned away from him and looking at something on his laptop. Blaine pressed up against him and kissed his shoulder. "Morning, Sammy."
"Morning, babe. I hope I didn't wake you."
He had, but it was fine: Blaine wouldn't have slept much longer anyway. "What're you doing?"
"Just, like…you know what we were talking about last night?"
"Yeah?" Blaine hadn't been sure Sam was really serious about that, but he peeked over his shoulder now. Sam must have been really serious, because now he was shopping for handcuffs. "You're really going to buy them?"
"Yeah, of course! So, leather, do you think? Or, wait…did you not actually want me to get them?"
"Um, yeah, I think you can feel what just the thought of you cuffed to the bed is doing to me," Blaine said, pushing his stiffening dick against Sam's ass. "You're the one who needs to be sure."
"I'm sure!" Sam announced as he added the leather ones to his cart. He hovered over the checkout button and hesitated.
"It's okay if you don't want to," Blaine said, trying not to sound disappointed.
"No, it's not that. I was just wondering if I should get some more lube as long as I'm ordering stuff. How's the supply?"
Sam was closer to the table they'd left it on last night, but Blaine reached over him for it. "Half a bottle. But we do go through it fast, so…"
"Yeah, better get some more." Sam added it to the cart.
Blaine squirted some of the lube on his fingers. "Maybe you'd better get the expedited shipping," he said. He reached down to coat Sam's hole.
Sam gasped as Blaine's fingers breached him; he bent one knee to give him easier access. "Because you can't wait to lock me to the headboard? Or because we're going to be fucking so much that we'll run out of lube?"
"Both."
Blaine worked Sam open quickly. He usually liked to take his time, but he had a nine a.m. Spanish class to get ready for.
"Blaine, I'm ready."
Sam still felt so tight. "I don't think so, baby."
"No, but come on. I know you don't have much time and…you're not just gonna get me all worked up and then leave, are you?"
That actually sounded like it would be fun, but no, not now. Now he wanted to fuck Sam as much as Sam wanted to be fucked. He stretched him a bit more, Sam moving his hips the whole time to work the fingers deeper into himself.
Sam let out a tiny whine when Blaine withdrew his fingers. "You want me to put them back, Sammy?"
"Not your fingers. I want your cock."
Blaine gave him what he wanted, pushing in in one swift motion. Sam cried out in that way that Blaine had mistaken for pain the first time he entered Sam all at once like this. Sam had since clarified that it actually meant something like Holy fuck that's a lot, please please please don't stop! Blaine didn't stop now, and Sam continued to respond with the nonverbal cries that were the only "speech" he was really capable of at times like these.
Blaine didn't talk either, using his mouth instead to kiss Sam's neck and back while he fucked him. But when Sam reached for his own dick, Blaine took his hand and said, "Don't."
Sam made a puzzled kind of ng? noise that Blaine was pretty sure meant something like, What do you mean 'don't,' I need to come!
"I know, baby, but pretend you're already handcuffed. You can't jerk yourself off when you're handcuffed."
Sam managed an actual word—fuck—and reached up to hold onto the headboard.
Blaine kept fucking him way past the point Sam would have made himself come if he could have touched himself. He kept fucking him until his cries sounded totally desperate. He sort of hoped he could make Sam come just from getting fucked, even though Sam had never come that way before. When Sam's cries grew beyond desperate, Blaine accepted that he wasn't going to come that way today either; he took pity on his boyfriend and reached around for his dick.
It only took a couple strokes—not even jerking, really—and Sam was done for. His cock swelled and shot off, cum spewing everywhere. Blaine started to come before Sam was done, which only seemed to prolong Sam's orgasm. Blaine had completely emptied his balls into Sam before Sam even started to soften.
Blaine held him while they both caught their breath. He was having misgivings about having been so bossy, and he asked, "Was that okay?"
Sam laughed. "Okay? Babe, that was amazing." He twisted his head around to kiss Blaine. "I'm not sure my laptop will ever be the same again, though."
Blaine had completely forgotten the laptop was still on the bed. He looked and saw that the keyboard was just covered with cum. "One of us should get something to clean that off with."
"Yeah," Sam agreed, not moving. "In a minute."
Blaine knew they shouldn't let it dry, but he couldn't bring himself to move either.