A/N: Oh come on now, 3 reviews and over 150 subscribers? I see how it is! Not really, but reviews would be nice because they make me smile and also, I love hearing what you think and how you'd like things to go! :D
Anyway, as I've mentioned before this is AU, so Sam obviously isn't in character with his geeky self in this story, that's why his characteristics are a little different. But, I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Also, this isn't the last chapter, just saying! (:
Kurt can't suppress his moan as Sam's hand dances lower, before settling on pressing just lightly against the lump in Kurt's pants. "Yes, I think you could definitely use my help."
Kurt's hips arch against Sam's hand, desperate for the friction that Sam is all too happy to give to the aroused nurse. Sam meets Kurt's eyes, giving him one last questioning glance before letting his lips find their way to Kurt's. He stops just short of the kiss, enjoying the desperate expression on the nurse's face.
"I knew there was something special about you, Nurse Hummel," he breathes, before falling into the kiss.
Kurt moans as the toned soldier slips his tongue into his mouth. The kiss is firm, only resulting in a more prominent ache between Kurt's legs. Sam's teeth graze the bottom of Kurt's lip as he rubs Kurt through his pants. The men are moving against each other, breathing hard as Sam brings Kurt closer and closer to the edge - closer than he was just minutes ago - his hand rubbing harder and faster, before he takes the plunge and slips his hand under the waist band of Kurt's pants.
Instead of falling completely apart at Sam's touch, Kurt is on alert. He knows that most of Base Camp 401 will be waking up now and he knows that they can't be caught. Homosexuality isn't a sin around here - most of the soldiers don't even have a preferred religion - but it sure as hell won't earn you any respect. And if they are caught they'll be receiving more than a slap on the wrists for fraternizing with one another - not to mention the awful talk.
But Sam seems to be making it exceedingly difficult for Kurt to be on alert as his long fingers trail up the length of Kurt's aching cock. The more Kurt tries to be on alert, the more Sam seems determined to bring the nurse to pieces.
"We … We shouldn't be doing this," Kurt gasps, heaving against Sam's shoulder. "We need to get to, ah, work."
Sam chuckles, moving harder against Kurt's body. "But you don't what that, do you?"
He was already on the edge. When Sam walked into his sleeping quarters, when he got caught between that fine line of pleasure and pain. And, now, all too quickly, it's back again. To be honest Kurt couldn't tell up from down right now, let alone verbalise what he wants. He's fighting it but Sam's hand is moving vigorously, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. It seems that the soldier enjoys having the power over someone like Kurt – someone who's frustrated and biting into his neck.
"Oh god, I'm gonna - "
Two things happen at once, then. Kurt lets out a sharp breath, bucking against Sam's hand and coming hard. Sam smiles as Kurt falls apart against him, soaking his palm, leaving scratch marks down his back. He's at the mercy of a soldier he hardly knows and he's never felt anything so erotic. Kurt is shuddering into Sam's neck, breathing hard as his walls come crashing down around him and his body explodes with that liquid hot pleasure. The pleasure that happens once every blue moon – the kind of heat that people rave about in those romantic stories Kurt reads at night.
The second thing that happens is the crackle of Kurt's radio and the voice of the head nurse comes buzzing through his room. "Mr. Hummel, we need you in the burns bay now. I repeat, Hummel, burns bay, now."
Kurt groans loudly, extracting himself from Sam's arms, breathing hard and collapsing onto his bed, aware of the stickiness in his pants and the pounding of his heart. He's embarrassed that Sam managed to control him like that, he's embarrassed that he was so quickly, so readily, at the mercy of someone he hardly knows.
"I have to go," Kurt mutters, stripping off his soiled pants and sleep shirt. Sam grins widely, appreciating the view as Kurt bends to retrieve his work clothes and Kurt blushes deeply.
He hates the thoughts passing through his head, dirty, wrong, trash … He doesn't want quickies. He doesn't want muffled orgasms in bathroom stalls, or quick blow jobs behind the workers tents … He's heard of those people – even witnessed some of them in their lowest moments and they're cheap.
He's Kurt Hummel and he does not want to be cheap.
He wants to be swept off his feet like in the books. He wants to blush and look away, and feel his heart swelling with love.
He doesn't want to fuck Sam – okay, well maybe he does a little – he wants someone who will pursue him, someone who will wait in the pouring rain with twelve dozen roses, singing his name for the whole world to hear.
He doesn't want to be at the mercy of a soldier who's family probably doesn't even know he likes men - a soldier, who most likely, just wants to get off and get out.
"I'll be with you all day anyway, helping you ... teasing you," Sam purrs. "Maybe we can - "
"No, no." Kurt cuts him off, standing up straight and flushing red. "No, that was wrong. I can't – we can't – it's not … " his voice is cracking, transforming into that high pitched noise that it does when he's angry. "Sam, I'm not the kind of guy you think I am, I'm sorry but you have to go."
Sam's smile falls, his hands drop from Kurt's shoulders. "Kurt, I - "
"No!" Kurt shakes his head, pushing the blonde soldier away. "Please, ugh, just go." It's killing Kurt. It's killing him knowing what he just did, knowing how stupid it was. He regrets it. Already.
Nothing good will come of it, just more shame, more embarrassment.
"Fine," Sam's breathes, turning away. "I'll go."
The hospital wing is a mess of bloody skin and putrid scents. But Kurt just smiles and continues with his job, busying his mind, forcing all thoughts, wonderings and memories from this morning away. It's over.
Actually no, it's not over. How can it be over if it didn't even begin?
The other nurses – mostly all sexually frustrated females in their 30s – are all gossiping among themselves and fluttering over the new assistant, the injured soldier with blonde hair and full lips.
Kurt just rolls his eyes and continues with his work.
Why did he have to do it? Why did he have to go and ruin a perfectly good, potential friendship? Just for the sex? For the thrills?
The words are repeating like a mantra in his head, Not that kind of man, not that kind of man … All Sam wanted was to fool around, and Kurt just can't do that.
He can't be the man that everyone talks about – everyone laughs about. The cheap whore caught with their pants down. He won't do that. Not in the army and not back at home. He'll never be that person.
His job is to save lives.
He saved Sam Evan's life and now he just has to get on with the rest of his job.