Chapter 57: Primal

As Sam made his quick descend down the stairs, he pulled the small bottle he snuck from his side table in his bedroom out of his duffel bag, and shoved it into his jeans pocket.

He decided that it was time for him to give Kurt some pleasure, instead of always being the one to receive it. And as much as he liked Kurt being the rough one, it was time for Sam to try it out.

He stood off to the side as Kurt made his way into the basement, looking for his boyfriend.

"Sam? Okay, this is not funny, just like that stunt upstairs wasn't funny either." Kurt said, as Sam snuck up behind him.

"You're right, it's not." Sam whispered in Kurt's ear, making him spin around. "I'd rather this be fun."

"Sam, what are you doing?" Kurt asked, backing away. He wasn't scared, but he did want to see where Sam was going with this. "My Dad said no monkey business."

"I don't know if that's possible, Babe." Sam gave a low growl, one Kurt thought was very sexy.

He looked into Sam's eyes, and was amazed to see the hunger in them.

'Not just hunger,' Kurt thought, still backing up and allowing Sam to stalk him. 'Arousal.'

Kurt stopped when his back hit the wall, and Sam stood close to him. He stopped in front of Kurt, the backs of his fingers caressing along the shoulder of Kurt's light pink dress shirt that had little black designs on it.

"I like this shirt." Sam said softly. "Why don't you take it off?"

"Take it off?" Kurt whispered. "Why?"

"Because, that way I won't have to rip it from you," Sam stated, his voice going rough, and turning Kurt on. Sam watched himself rub his fingers against the material before his eyes lifted to Kurt's. "I wouldn't want to destroy such pretty clothes."

'I want you to rip it from me.' Kurt thought. He wanted something he didn't understand, something he had never thought of before. He wanted Sam to rip his clothes from him, but he wanted to do the same to Sam.

And it terrified him a bit. As far as Kurt knew, he wasn't a wild lover. But Sam made him want wild.

'He makes me want to be wild' Kurt thought.

Kurt tried to slide to the side, away from Sam, but Sam followed, and Kurt watched his boyfriends' gaze flicker, his expression turned mocking.

"Afraid?" Sam asked.

"Of you, or myself?" Kurt asked nervously, still trying to skirt around Sam, even though he was still pressed to the wall. He tried shifting, but he came up short when Sam's arm snaked out and wrapped around his waist, drawing him to a stop.

"Why would you be frightened of yourself?" Sam asked, blowing softly on Kurt's ear as his free hand stroked over Kurt's hair. He threaded his fingers into the short strands, caressed them, easing Kurt's head back until Sam could stare into his eyes.

Kurt swallowed tightly. This was a side he had never seen with Sam, a Primal DOMINANT side.

He could barely breathe. All he could focus on was the stroke. The stroke of Sam's hand over his hair.

Kurt had never considered his hair particularly sexy until this moment, until he felt Sam caressing it, enjoying it.

"This 'monkey business' is inevitable. I think you know that, Sweetheart." Sam said, letting his teeth graze along the shell of Kurt's ear.

'He called me sweetheart. In a way that's never been done before.' Kurt felt Sam's hand tighten on his hip, pulling him closer. Kurt felt Sam's erection through his jeans, thick and hard, and pressing against Kurt's own cock.

"Sam." Kurt gasped out, as Sam's head lowered. Sam's hand slid beneath Kurt's hair, cupping the side of Kurt's neck and holding him there in the most erotic grip Kurt had ever known, as Sam's lips settled against his.

"Kiss me, Kurt." Sam whispered. "Don't let me have all the fun here. Kiss me, like you really mean it."

Kurt kissed Sam hard. And as Sam's lips opened over his, pressing into his lips, there was only heat and pleasure; the feel of Sam's hands stroking him, building the fire inside him as Sam soothed a part of him.

Kurt found he couldn't deny his man.


A whimper of surrender left Kurt's lips, met Sam's kiss, and his hands lifted from Sam's chest to his shoulders. Then to his hair.

'Soft. Warm.' Kurt thought, as he tightened his fingers into the strands and held Sam to him, as Sam kissed him with slow, easy possession.

Sam's tongue licked over Kurt's. Faintly, rough, just enough to cause Kurt to jerk at the thought of what the lick of Sam's tongue did to his body.

Sam's tongue was dominant, possessive; it stroked over Kurt's lips, his tongue, and when Kurt trapped it and suckled on it, Sam couldn't resist moaning.

Kurt let his hands dig into Sam's scalp, lifting himself tighter against his man and licking at him, Kurt's lips fighting for the kiss as his soul fought to pocess some part of Sam. If even for a moment, to claim a part of Sam as Kurt's own.


Sam growled as he tore his lips from Kurt's. Kurt opened his eyes, staring into the primal gaze of Sam's eyes, as Sam's hands gripped the curve of his rear, his fingers clenching.

Kurt shuddered, his long lashes dipping closed before he forced them open once again.

"I'm hurting you." Sam said quietly, his hand lifting, touching Kurt's cheek as Kurt stared back in surprise.

He shook his head, tugging Sam's hair, trying to pull him back down.

"Don't stop, Sam. Kiss me more." Kurt said.

Sam's head lowered. A gentle kiss to the corner of Kurt's lips when Kurt didn't want gentle. The stroke of Sam's hand along the hair behind his ear when Kurt wanted the sharp bite of Sam's fingers tangling in it.

"Why are you doing this?" Kurt moaned, closing his eyes. "Don't tease me."

"Tell me how I'm hurting you." Sam demanded, yet his voice was gentle.

"I want more than I should from you, and you're not giving it to me." Kurt finally whispered.

"What do you want, Kurt?"

"I want all of you." Kurt answered.

"And you'll have all of me, one day." Sam promised. "For now, I think you can settle for this."

Sam's lips moved to Kurt's again, taking them fiercely, and Kurt felt the wildness in Sam as he gave it rein. Sam nipped at Kurt's lips, then pumped his tongue into Kurt's mouth as he lifted Kurt against him, turned and bore him into the couch.

Kurt's back met the cushions as Sam came over top of him, their lips still fused together, allowing Kurt room to twist beneath Sam and arch against the knee between his thighs.

"Take it off." Kurt tore his lips from Sam's, tugging at Sam's shirt. Sam gripped the hem and jerked it off. Then he gripped the front of Kurt's shirt and ripped it from the teen.

"Damn pretty shirt." Sam was staring at what he revealed, not what he had ripped. "Damn."

Sam ran the backs of his fingers over the exposed flesh.

"I knew I could see the hint of your nipples under that damn fabric, and now I know why." He said.

He could see the tight peaks because they had nearly been pressing through the light material of the dress shirt.

Kurt tried to calm his breathing, but nothing could calm it. Kurt needed Sam's kiss again, he needed more of his boyfriend. Kurt lifted his back, archingly, displaying his chest and hoping Sam would give into his hunger for them.

And he did. His head lowered, his lips covering one achingly sensitive peak and drawing it into his mouth.


Kurt was in ecstasy. Pleasure was rising inside him like a tidal wave sweeping through his fears. And right now, tonight, Sam was Kurt's. Kurt had had more of Sam now than any other man he had thought if wanting or having in the past.

Kurt tried to think about it, but his thoughts were fiercely reined in by the sensation against his nipple, and it was destructive.

Sam's hands jerked Kurt's hips up to unbutton and unzip his jeans and pull them down, having Kurt bared to him. Sam pulled back to stare at his handiwork.

Kurt's nipple was red and engorged. Sam brought his lips down to its mate, and sucked and licked and nipped at it as his hands roamed over Kurt's thights and tore his boxers from his hips.

Kurt nearly orgasmed. He had never had his boxers ripped from him before. It was so sexual, so wicked, that he felt his cock leak pre-cum automatically; his cock was heated and throbbing for Sam's touch.

"Beautiful." Sam said, as he leaned back to allow his fingers to brush over the trimmed curls between Kurt's thighs. "So soft and warm. So hard."

Kurt watched as Sam touched him, then watched himself touch Sam. Kurt's fingers pressed hard on Sam's defined abs, feeling the silky sun-kissed flesh, toughened skin and tight muscle.

Sam's hand touched Kurt's swollen flesh between his thighs as Kurt brought his hand to Sam's belt buckle. Kurt wanted his boyfriend naked. He wanted to touch.

A cry fell from Kurt's lips, and he jerked his gaze between his thighs to where Sam was slowly, slowly stroking his length, twisting his fingers around Kurt's cock with sharp little movements of his wrist. A whimper rang out from Kurt's throat.

Sam grimaced, his lips pulling tight as he fought to control his own urges and give Kurt pleasure.

The little snarl he gave made Kurt wild. Kurt's back arched and he pushed his hips up, crying out Sam's name.

Long, broad fingers. Oh, Gaga, I will never be able to see a man's fingers without thinking of Sam's.' Kurt thought, biting his lip in pleasure. 'I won't, not without remembering this. The feel of Sam stoking his hand over my dick, caressing me, sensitizing me until I'm writhing against him, just like this!'

Kurt's hips were pumping upwards, as he fought to go faster.

"I'm going to taste you, Kurt." Sam said, the tone of his voice doing shivery things to Kurt's spine that spread out through his body and echoed with painful pleasure.

Kurt shook his head, one hand falling from the belt of Sam's jeans to grip his wrist, to hold him in place.

Sam lowered his eyes, and slid his fingers over Kurt's hard shaft again, harder and stronger. As Kurt held his breah, ready to ride out his orgasm, Sam suddenly stopped.

Sam ignored Kurt's protest as he moved down the slender body, sliding Kurt's hips to the edge of the couch as he knelt on the floor and lowered his head.

The first touch of Sam's tongue against his cock had Kurt frozen in place, the second had his hips jerking. The third, and he was lost. Sam's tongue rasped over him, with the faintest touch of roughness, just enough to turn excitement into sheer brutal pleasure.

Kurt's hands latched into Sam's hair again, and this time Sam lowered his mouth right onto Kurt's cock, his hands moving to Kurt's thighs, letting his fingertips curl into the flesh. Kurt loved the pain and pleasure it brought, and he pushed his hips up, making Sam take more of him into his mouth.

Kurt felt so much pleasure, extreme pleasure, that he felt as though his heart was going to burst from his chest. He was coming apart from the pleasure, from the wild desperate need building inside him. Kurt had to come. Sam had to let him come.

And as Sam bobbed his head up and down on Kurt's cock, his tongue rubbing against the hard flesh, that's just what he did. He let his teeth graze lightly over the sensitive flesh in his mouth and it triggered Kurt's release.

Kurt was exploding into fragments and he didn't care. He just held onto Sam with both hands, holding him closer and wailing out his pleasure as Sam swallowed the thick hot cum that was flooding into his mouth. The sensation of Sam swallowing made his cock release more cum, more than he had ever released before.

"So sweet." Sam said, retracting his mouth as Kurt's release stopped flowing. He pressed a kiss to Kurt's thigh gently. That light touch had Kurt gasping from the bolt of sensation that raced through him.

"Easy, Sweetheart." Sam murmured, still kissing, moving his lips lower, giving Kurt no time to come down from his orgasm before building the need for another.

And he did, gently and tenderly. The gentlest kisses on Kurt's thighs, and the softest of strokes of his fingers, sliding over Kurt's ass. Sam silently and deftly pulled the small bottle out of his jeans pocket, opening it and squeezing some of the contents onto his fingers.

"I want to touch you." Kurt said, unaware of Sam's actions as he moaned, his hands trying to grip and Sam's shoulders as Sam's now slicked hand was sliding over Kurt's ass cheeks, and between them.

"Not yet," Sam said, Kurt now noticing the slicked fingers circling his back entrance. As Sam ran his finger over the puckered ring of muscle, he nipped Kurt's thigh, causing him to whimper with the edge of pain and pleasure.

"Let me taste you. Let me touch you. Let me have you like this, Kurt. Let me fill my senses with you. I want your taste, your scent with me. The same way I am with you."

"Sam..." Kurt moaned his name as he spread Kurt's thighs farther, gaining better access before pressing his lips to Kurt's inner thigh. Then he licked Kurt's shaft again.

Sam made Kurt weak. He made Kurt desperate. Kurt let his nails dig into Sam's shoulders as Sam's hot mouth covered his cock, and his finger sliding past the tight ring of muscle. Kurt shuddered at the intrusion, and Sam was careful to go slow so Kurt could adjust. Sam slowly pumped his finger in and out of Kurt, adding a second when Kurt begged for it.

The whole time Sam used his fingers on Kurt's ass, his mouth never stopped moving on Kurt's cock. Kurt began to thrust himself up into Sam's mouth, while at the same time rocking on Sam's fingers.

"Ooohhhhh, S-S-Saaammmm!" Kurt moaned, Sam's fingers hitting Kurt's prostate just the right way. "Right t-t-theeerrrreee!"

Sam slammed his fingers into his boyfriend carefully, making sure to hit Kurt's prostate over and over again as he sucked on Kurt's twitching cock. The feeling was wild and pulsing, and Sam knew what was going to happen, just as Kurt said it.

"S-Sam, I'm s-so close!" Kurt gasped out, the pressure building.

"AAAARRRGGGGHHHHH!" Kurt screamed out, giving a final thrust, the heavy spurt of heated semen gushing out into Sam's waiting mouth.

As Kurt's seed filled his mouth, Sam's own release was triggered, he had felt it building as he pumped his fingers into Kurt's ass, hitting his prostate harder and harder each time. Sam felt the sticky warmth of his own cum coat his boxers as he swallowed everything Kurt gave him.

Sam carefully pulled his fingers from Kurt's hole as he drew his mouth back.

Sam licked his lips for the remnants of Kurt's release as Kurt ran his fingers through Sam's hair.

"I love you." Kurt said, lightly panting, and his body spent.

"I love you, too." Sam said, his gaze resting on the love of his life.