Breakaway

Summary: Sam was there for Kurt when Blaine broke up with him. As their relationship progressed, Kurt expresses some repressed sexual feelings for the boy.

Rating: M

Characters: Kurt Hummel, Sam Evans

Warnings: Slash boyxboy, Blaine bashing

AU Warning: Kurt didn't go to New York in Season 4 but Blaine broke up with him for Sebastian. No Sam/Blaine friendship. All this assumes that Sam is still living with Burt and Carole.

"You sure your dad and Carole don't want me to leave?" Sam asked worriedly. "I mean, Finn's in the army and you'll be heading off to New York next year. I don't want to have overstayed my welcome." The boy flopped onto his bed (it used to be Finn's before he left for the army) and sighed. He liked staying with Burt, Carole and Kurt, but he hated imposing.

Kurt shook his head. "Sam, you're fine here. They're not going to kick you out and make you go back to Kentucky! You can stay here for as long as you need to. You're a good cleaner and you don't make much mess."

"Thank you."

"So how's McKinley without us?"

"Glee Club is weird. That Marley girl is crazy talented, and Unique adds a lot of Mercedes to the group, but it's still missing something."

"My flawless fashion sense?"

"That must be it." Sam chuckled, used to easy conversation with Kurt. Ever since NYADA had rejected him, Kurt's mood had worsened each day. Burt and Carole's busy schedules meant that Sam had to cheer him up whenever he could. They texted throughout school hours and talked extensively when Sam returned home.

"Has Mr. Schuester chosen the new Finn and Rachel?" Kurt rolled his eyes, knowing that it would be Blaine.

Blaine.

The boy that had wanted to focus on his senior year. Kurt of course was only keeping Blaine down from reaching his 'full potential'. Kurt had had no problem reminding him that he had done it and survived. Blaine had only retorted about Kurt's lack of college education in the fall. That remark had stung a little. Rachel was his daily reminder that he had failed to get into NYADA. He knew, with a pang of resentment for Blaine, that if he had secured the role of Tony in West Side Story, he probably would have got into NYADA. Carmen Tibideaux herself had praised his audition. Rumour had it that she had talked to Hugh Jackman about him. Him, Kurt Hummel. Hugh Jackman knew of his existence. And that counted for a lot. So he didn't get in. His reappearance at audition the next year would show Carmen that he had heart and soul, not to mention resilience.

So Kurt was single and unwillingly so. He loved Blaine. He wanted Blaine forever. Or so he thought. Being separated from Blaine had shown him that there was more that life had to offer.

Sam sighed softly. "Blaine and Marley, it looks like."

"It should be you and Tina, you know that right?"

"Blaine is better than me."

"Blaine sings the notes well enough. But he jumps around the stage too much. He distracts from the duet partner. You have soul and a wonderful acoustic voice." Sam blushed, unused to the compliments.

"Whatever helps us to win, I don't mind."

"It's not right. You should be the male lead."

"Kurt, it's fine. You don't have to make me feel better. That's my job to you, remember?"

"You've been doing that ever since the breakup, Sam. You're not my court jester."

"Can I get one of those cool hats though?" That did it. Kurt's upper lip twitched and he smirked.

"Absolutely not. If something like that even comes into this household I will not hesitate to burn it."

"Not if I sneak it in!" Sam tried.

"You can certainly try, Samuel. My father once tried to sneak a yellow beanie hat into his bedroom. But I sniffed it out."

"You haven't found my yellow beanie, though." Sam smirked.

"Nonsense. You wouldn't suit the colour yellow."

"Ouch." Sam shoved Kurt playfully. The boy fell backwards onto the bed, scowling.

"Truth hurts, Sammy." Kurt looked into Sam's eyes and saw something. A flicker of something unexplainable but it was evidently there. Sam's warm green eyes held more depth than Kurt had seen in a while. Sam was leaning over him, grinning.

"What?" Kurt asked.

"Just…keep still for a second. There's something I need to see." Sam leaned closer and hovered an inch away from Kurt's lips.

"What are you doing?" Kurt whispered in confusion.

"Nope. I can't hold out." Sam mumbled back and pressed his lips to Kurt's chastely to begin with. Kurt pulled away, frowning.

"Sam, what?"

"I've tried, Kurt. I've tried to be around you and not kiss you because you weren't over Blaine and you weren't ready to kiss other guys. Now you're not bitter about your breakup, it's about time you got back out there. With me."

"You're—."

"Straight? Yeah, not so much, apparently. You just do things to me, Kurt. Things I never thought were possible before. But I'm so glad they are." Sam smiled that smile at Kurt and the latter knew that he was being truthful.

And hadn't that opened up a bunch of possibilities Kurt can thought about but not fully thought he could act on?

"And tell me that you haven't thought about me that way." Sam demanded and Kurt folded. He couldn't do that without lying.

"Screw it." Kurt leapt on Sam and the boy fell backwards, hooking his arm around Kurt's back to pull him down even further. Kurt placed his knees on either side of Sam's waist and began to kiss his mouth and neck hungrily.

"Oh God, Kurt." Sam moaned as the boy's lips got to work.

"Off." Kurt grunted, tugging at Sam's shirt. Sam sat up partially and lifted his shirt above his head. Kurt intercepted and tossed the material into the corner of the room. That's when it hit him.

"We're in Finn's room." Kurt gasped, horrified. He had just been about to do some pretty obscene things to Sam on his brother's bed.

"Correct observation." Sam muttered, leaning up to attack Kurt's neck with his lips. Kurt shook his head, pulling away.

"We cannot do what we're about to do in my brother's room." Kurt spat, appalled. Sam clucked disapprovingly.

"Fine. Let's go to your room." Sam picked him up and slung the smaller boy over his shoulder. Kurt smirked at the contact and slapped Sam's ass, leaving his hand there. Sam jolted and shook his head. He pressed a hand to Kurt's own ass, gripping the flesh tightly. Kurt let out a moan which made Sam so turned on. Taking his hand away, Sam brought it to Kurt's ass again, the loud smack surprising the smaller boy, as well as the sensation. He didn't hate it, though. He actually quite liked it.

They were in Kurt's room now and Sam threw Kurt down on the bed, following him hungrily. "My turn." He growled, before straddling Kurt and kissing his jawline, smattering his affection everywhere his lips could reach. Kurt tilted his head back. Yep, this was heaven. His first time with Blaine had been passionate, but Blaine hadn't been very good at the stuff that Kurt had longed for from him. Sam, however, kissed like every kiss was their last. As the blonde boy sucked on a sweet spot on his neck, Kurt traced his hands down his naked back. Feeling the hard muscle underneath his hands, Kurt bit his lips and wrapped his legs around Sam's waist, freeing them.

"Not yet, Kurt. Be…" Sam kissed his lips. "Patient." He kissed him again, before fiddling with the buttons on his shirt.

"Sam, you're so…tame. Where's the heat?"

"Oh, you want heat?" Sam cocked an eyebrow. Kurt noticed the gesture and nodded, hoping it would work. He wanted Sam as fired up and turned on as he could get so when he fucked Kurt, it would be hard and furious. Sam smirked and tore Kurt's shirt from his body. Kurt momentarily mourned the loss of the buttons from a favourite garment of his, but waved it away when Sam's plump lips explored his chest.

Kurt moaned lasciviously when Sam's tongue flicked against his nipple and Sam inhaled the fresh scent of vanilla that seems to emanate from Kurt's pores.

"Sam, just get down there already!" Kurt pushed Sam's head down until the blonde got the message.

Sam dragged a teasing finger down Kurt's toned abs and ghosted it over the button of his fitted jeans. Sam had been dying to know what Kurt was concealing underneath the tightest fitting jeans known to humankind. Looking up at Kurt, Sam dragged the black skinny jeans down Kurt's legs, pleased and surprised to see that Kurt had gone commando. Kurt was as big as Sam had figured, given how his pants fit.

Sam wrapped his large hand around Kurt's cock and tentatively flicked the tip with his tongue.

"Fuck." Kurt hissed crassly.

Sam grinned at the fact that he could elicit such a response from the usually well-spoken boy, but the stern look on the latter's face prompted him to get to work. Sam nodded obediently and did so. His mouth enveloped the length easily. For once, Sam was thankful for having a 'Trouty' mouth. It meant that he was capable of giving amazing head. Sam didn't use his hands; instead his took all of Kurt's cock (not an easy feat in the slightest) in his mouth and hummed pleasantly around it, sending jolting vibrations through Kurt's body, igniting his nerves. Kurt bit his lip. It was never like this with Blaine. With Blaine, it had been rigid and almost routine. With Sam, it was passionate and hot. Kurt had never been hot when having sex with Blaine.

"Sam." Kurt stopped him.

"Is this not good?" Sam frowned.

"No, it's fucking brilliant. Let me return the favour while you're down there." Sam got the message and shrugged off his own jeans, glad that they weren't as tight as Kurt's. He was going commando, too, so his large ten inch cock sprung from its confines easily, getting Kurt eager for it to penetrate his orifices.

"Get on me." Kurt breathed and Sam positioned his cock over Kurt's mouth as his own mouth returned to the other boy's length.

They took each other in at the same time, both cocks being wrapped in warmth and being slick due to saliva. Both boys moaned lowly in unison. Kurt thought that he would struggle with Sam's massive cock, considering Blaine hadn't been nearly that big, but he took it inside his mouth with surprising ease. Sam immensely enjoyed the sensation of having Kurt's talented mouth suck his member. It just made him go down on Kurt even further and faster, speeding up Kurt's own fellatio. Kurt let Sam's cock slip out of his mouth and he swallowed the hints of pre cum that moistened the tip.

"Sam, I'm going to come at any moment. You had better be inside me by the time I do." Kurt warned. Sam dipped his head and licked Kurt's cock once more before getting off it and turning so that his and Kurt's naked bodies were correctly aligned. Suddenly, Sam used his muscle to flip them over, so that Kurt was on top of him once more.

They kissed again, sloppily and impatiently this time. There was no time for either of them to enjoy it properly. They needed to find release and quickly, at that.

Kurt straddled Sam, his knees planting themselves either side of the larger boy. Kurt's hand ran up Sam's body and tweaked his nipples, making the blond even harder than he had previously been due to the awesome blowjob.

"Oh God, Kurt. Just sit on my cock already!" Hearing Sam talk dirtily to him was enough incentive for Kurt to stop teasing. Biting his lip hotly, he positioned himself and lowered his ass onto Sam's cock. Starting with just the head to ease himself into it, Kurt got used to the temporary pain that flared within him upon the initial penetration.

"Uhh." Sam mumbled incoherently. Kurt smirked and impaled himself even further, so that Sam's cock was not visible. Kurt had taken everything that Sam had to give. Kurt's muscles clenched around Sam's length, making the blond shiver and want to move. Kurt rotated his hips, creating amazing friction for the top.

"Wait. I have a better idea." Kurt paused and turned around on Sam's cock without getting up. That felt amazing for them both. Sam's cock had poked Kurt's prostate on multiple occasions and he was more than ready to burst. He had to use all of his willpower to keep himself from spurting his seed all over everywhere. "Stand up. You're going to pound me from behind." Kurt commanded. He truly was a power bottom.

Sam did as instructed and he was now looming over Kurt's back, still inserted deep into Kurt's ass.

"Fuck me, Sam." Kurt said breathily, but Sam was already pulling out and slamming back inside Kurt again, making the smaller boy growl at the friction against his prostate. Ah, that sweet spot that Kurt loved so much. The pressure around Sam's cock indicated that he wasn't going to last long. Not at all.

Sam's hands flew to Kurt's hips as he pounded the boy. Kurt buried his face deep into the mattress, stifling his sensual moans and grunts. Sam growled throatily and moaned loudly as he was nearing his finale. Still fucking Kurt with enviable power and force, Sam took the bottom's cock in his hand and pumped it.

Kurt sighed in ecstasy. He was feeling pressure from both his cock and his ass. Sam was battering his prostate with his impressive length and his calloused, guitar-playing hands were working his cock, creating a beautiful maelstrom of sensations.

"Uh Sam!" Kurt cried out as he was shooting his load all over Sam's hand and the bed. The bottom panted as he reached his climax, but then remembered that Sam was reaching his too.

"Kurt!" Sam warned before pulling out. Kurt deftly turned around and readied his mouth to collect Sam's seed. Sam's knees buckled and Kurt's hands traced his defined abs as Sam came, biting his lip and screaming out Kurt's name once more. Kurt swallowed all of Sam's juices effortlessly, preferring that to having to clean the dried substance off himself afterwards.

Exhausted, Sam collapsing on top of Kurt, his softening cock lying on Kurt's abdomen. Sam kissed Kurt sweetly and chuckled.

"What?"

"Why haven't we been doing this for a long time?"

"I know. You're so good at that." Kurt complimented.

"True. You'll have to fuck me sometime. See if you like it. I imagine hopeless Blaine didn't let you fuck his ass."

Kurt shook his head, laughing. "Of course not, I was always bottoming. Though he didn't rip my apart like you just did!"

"Yeah, I didn't notice you walking weirdly after Blaine." Sam remarked.

"He didn't give me reason to. Though I'm hoping we'll be doing this a lot more now that we've discovered how fucking amazing it is."

"We'd be stupid not to."

Kurt cuddled into Sam's chest, not even bothering to clothe himself, and kissed the boy's chest lovingly. Something new was happening and usually Kurt would have abolished such a change. This one, though, he didn't mind too much.

Author's Note: The song is Breakaway by George Ezra from his debut album Wanted On Voyage