Chapter 67: On the Couch

Puck finished talking to his Mom and he and Kurt went upstairs to the kitchen.

"He agree?" Sam asked.

"Yep. Just gotta talk to Blaine now." Kurt said, warming up the plates of pancakes and waffles in the microwave. "I'm gonna bring him to the next game. We're all gonna go to Breadstix after."

"Awesome." Sam took the plate of waffles from Kurt. "Next game is-"

"Hallowe'en." Puck said. "I already told him."

"Yeah, Hallowe'en." Sam glared at Puck.

"Speaking of which," Sam said, turning to Kurt. "You planning of wearing a costume?"

"Yeah, but I haven't decided what to be yet." Kurt lifted a shoulder. "Won't be hard to come up with something."

"Well, I know I'm not doing it." Puck said, eating a waffle.

"Why not?" Sam asked.

"Why should I? It's for kids." Puck scoffed.

"You know,' Kurt said, cutting into his pancake. "You could wear your football uniform. Minus the shoulder pads."

"Yeah, go as what you really are." Sam said.

"Maybe." Puck said, wrinkling his nose.

I pick all my skirts to be a little too sexy

Just like all of my thoughts they always get a bit naughty

When I'm out with my girls I always play a bit bitchy

Can't change the way I am

Sexy naughty bitchy me

"Oh, no." Puck groaned as the ringtone of his phone started.

"If you're breaking up with her, better do it soon." Kurt said.

"Yeah, I know." Puck sighed as his phone stopped ringing.

"And it better be before Hallowe'en." Kurt warned, pointing his fork in Puck's face.

I pick all my skirts to be a little too sexy

Just like all of my thoughts they always get a bit naughty

When I'm out with my girls I always play a bit bitchy

Can't change the way I am

Sexy naughty bitchy me

"I guess I'll go take this." Puck stood up and answered the call.

"Hey...no, I crashed at Hummel's..." Puck left the room talking.

"Where'd he get that ringtone for Santana?" Sam asked.

"Me." Kurt grinned. "I have the same one for her."

"And you set it up for him too?" Sam laughed. "She know?"

"Oh, yes. She loves it."

"Figures." Sam snorted.

"Well, I better call Blaine and see what he says to the date." Kurt said, standing up from the table. "And after Puckerman leaves..."

"Yeah?" Sam said, watching Kurt rinse his plate.

Kurt turned to Sam and leaned towards his ear.

"When Puckerman leaves, you're all mine."


"Awesome. We'll see you then." Kurt said into his phone. "Okay. Bye, Blaine."

Kurt hung up his phone and walked into the living room to join Sam.

"Where's Puck?" Kurt said, looking around.

"He left while you were on the phone." Sam said, laying on the couch. He had one of his arms over his eyes, the other crossed over his stomach. Santana was yelling at him on the phone when he said he had to break up with her. He went over to see her, smooth things out."

"Damn." Kurt said, eyeing his boyfriend laying still on the couch.

"How'd the talk with Blaine go?" Sam asked, arm still over his eyes.

"Pretty good, even though he was skeptical." Kurt said, lightly stalking forward. "I convinced him to come out to see Puck play."

"That's good." Sam said.

Kurt stood beside Sam silently before leaning down and stroking his fingers over Sam's leg lightly.

"Kurt, please tell me that's you touching me right now." Sam said.

Kurt removed his hand and stood still before he straddled Sam's waist.

"That had better be you." Sam warned.

Kurt looked down at Sam and smiled, before leaning down and kissing his boyfriend's mouth.

Kurt trailed his mouth down Sam's jaw and down his neck. Sam moved his arm from his face and moved his head to give Kurt better access.

"We doing this here?" Sam moaned when Kurt sucked lightly on his neck.

"Mmm, I want to. Don't you?" Kurt said, moving lower as he ran his hands under Sam's shirt.

"I do, but we should go back to your room." Sam said, his hands running over Kurt's hips.

"No one's here to see us." Kurt said, nipping Sam's neck.

"Still." Sam moaned. Kurt pushed Sam's shirt up and Sam lifted enough for Kurt to pull it off and drop it to the floor before attaching his lips to Sam's collarbone.

As Kurt an his tongue and teeth over Sam's skin, Sam pulled Kurt's shirt up over his head.

As the shirt fell to the floor, Kurt kissed down before scraping his teeth over Sam's nipple, making the blond hiss in pleasure. Kurt did the same to the other nipple, and Sam bit back a curse as he arched his back.

Sam let his nails rake over Kurt's back, digging in to his waist. Kurt brought his mouth to Sam's neck again, and sucked on the skin, leaving a red mark.

"You're mine. And now everyone will know that." Kurt said, starting a new mark.

"Mmm, I'm so getting you back for this." Sam groaned when Kurt pressed his hips down into Sam's, letting their engorged organs rub together through the fabrics of their pajama bottoms.

"We'll see." Kurt licked over the mark, and followed it up by trailing his tongue over Sam's neck and up to his ear before he nibbled Sam's earlobe.

"Kurt, you know that drives me crazy." Sam grunted, bucking up against his boyfriend.

"Oh, I know." Kurt ground down on his man, and Sam whimpered at the pleasure.

"Keep that up, and I'm gonna cum without you touching me." Sam gasped.

"Oooh, that I gotta see." Kurt teased, blowing gently on Sam's ear before he bucked his hips down against Sam's faster. The friction was driving Sam crazy, and it didn't take long for his orgasm to start to appear.

"Kurt...dammit, I'm close..."

"Then cum for me. Cum for me, Sam." Kurt said, right before latching his teeth onto Sam's shoulder.

Sam thrust his hips up once. Twice. And once more.

"Oohhhh, God!" Sam felt his orgasm hit and his release began. The warm stickiness of his seed coated the inside of his pajamas, and Kurt felt it. Feeling Sam's shuddering ejaculation, Kurt felt his release begin to build.

Sam felt Kurt begin to tremble, and he pressed up with his pelvis while pulling Kurt's hips down. He rubbed his cock into Kurt's and Kurt couldn't hold back anymore.

"Holy Gaga, yes!" Kurt went limp as he came hard in his pants.

"Relax, Babe." Sam said, rubbing his hand over Kurt's back. "Breathe."

"I'm breathing." Kurt said, trying to regulate his breath.

"Just lay there." Sam said, closing his eyes.

"But I'm heavy on you." Kurt protested, trying to get off Sam only for strong arms to hold him down.

"Please, you're light. I could probably lift you with one arm if I wanted to." Sam said, eyes still closed.

"We're going to have to get cleaned up soon." Kurt pointed out.

"Soon, Baby." Sam said, nuzzling Kurt's hair with his nose. "Soon."