A mere hour later, after having been dropped off by the party bus, plane found himself standing in Brittany's kitchen, sipping a juice box beside Sam and watching Brittany herself poke through the fridge. Eventually, she emerged with a large slab of chocolate cake and set it on the counter. Handing out forks, she said, "Dig in!"
She liked the frosting best, scraping as much up with each bite as she could and licking the tines of her fork. Sam took tiny bites but seemed to savor each and every one, eyes closing and fork slowly sliding out from between tightly pursed lips.
Not realizing he was staring, Blaine jumped when a fork appeared in front of him. Sam was holding a bite of cake up to his mouth, watching him intently. "Eat."
Without thinking about it, he accepted the mouthful, closing his lips around the fork just as Sam had done.
It was delicious.
"Oh, wow," he murmured after swallowing. "That's incredible."
Brittany smiled. "Mom let Sam help her make it. I don't cook since the fire."
Glancing around, Blaine saw that there was indeed charring on the wall and ceiling…oddly, behind and above the refrigerator. He nearly asked about it, but caught sight of Sam subtly shaking his head.
Apparently, asking wasn't a good idea.
When the cake was almost gone, Brittany asked, "Would you like to borrow pajamas or would you be more comfortable sleeping naked?"
Only Brittany could say that and sound completely guileless.
"Pajamas, thanks."
Emerging from bathroom in a blue T-shirt he was pretty sure belonged to Sam and grey sweatpants that actually could have belonged to either of them (they were both long legged and slim hipped), Blaine found himself facing an almost painfully benign scene. Sam, in plaid sleep pants and a white wife beater shirt, was folding down the blankets on Brittany's bed while she, wearing a long, oversized T-shirt with the cat on the front, was depositing Lord Tubbington on a cat bed.
He froze.
What was he thinking? This was insane. He should get dressed again and call a cab and….
And Sam turned to look at him with a smile, extending his hand in invitation. A pulse of want thrummed through Blaine and he allowed himself to be drawn toward his friend, who pulled him into a loose, undemanding embrace.
With a sigh, Blaine let himself relax against Sam, let his cheek rest on the warm skin of his shoulder. Sam's broad hands rubbed his back gently, warming him inside and out and Blaine decided maybe this wasn't so crazy after all.
It felt too good to be wrong.
The lamp clicked off, leaving the room illuminated only by a nightlight, which was projecting a swirl of color not entirely unlike the Aurora Borealis onto the ceiling. Brittany was sitting on the far side of the bed, watching them quietly and she smiled when Sam urged Blaine to join her.
He crawled into waiting arms, burying his face in the tumble of long hair and just experiencing the unfamiliar sensation of unfettered breasts against his chest. Sam slid into the bed behind him and Blaine gasped to feel lips, warm and deliciously soft, press against the back of his neck.
Brittany chuckled, then murmured, "Sam's kisses feel nice everywhere."
Though he didn't have enough data to totally agree, whatever Sam was doing to his neck and shoulder area felt amazing. Blaine hummed when the caller of his borrowed T-shirt was tugged down and Sam nibbled where Blaine knew he had a birthmark.
Pulling back to look him in the face, Brittany stroked his cheek, then leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. It was different than the kisses he'd shared with Rachel, no swirl of alcohol and jumble of emotions, no anticipation before distinct lack of spark…just, nice. Sweet and warm and full of love.
Somehow, the fact that she was a girl was unimportant. He was gay, he knew that. Kissing her didn't make that any less true. She was his friend, she loved him and wanted to kiss him but didn't actually want anything from him, so enjoying the kiss was natural…even if he did enjoy it in a different way than he did Sam's attentions.
He wasn't sure who directed their movements, but they wound up prone on the bed, pressed together, hands wandering. Dazedly, Blaine realized both his palms were full, one flung back and curved around Sam's bicep, the other cupping one of Brittany's breasts.
That was new.
Thumbing a nipple caused Britt to gasp and she pulled back to breathe, "Tell us what you want."
She wanted him to think now? How was he supposed to do that with her thigh between his and Sam practically attached to his neck….
Sam.
"I…I want…," he stammered, squeezing the bicep in his hand but somehow still hesitant to say the words.
Brittany seemed to understand though and Blaine found himself rolling in Sam's arms. The blonde boy smiled softly, lips flushed pink from what he had been doing.
"Hey," Sam murmured, bending his head to capture Blaine in a delicate kiss without preamble. It was gentle thing, the barest brush of lips, but Blaine felt it like an electric shock. Behind him, Brittany stroked his back as he pursued a second kiss, catching Sam's bottom lip between his own and sucking, earning a moan.
"Bite a little," Brittany breathed into his ear, hooking a leg up onto his hip. "He likes that."
Taking her advice, Blaine sank his teeth into the soft flesh, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to be felt. The action torn other, longer moan from Sam and he hitched his hips forward, grinding the hard line of his cock against Blaine's.
That made Blaine's mouth fall open and he found himself with Sam's tongue tangling with his own. Hands were everywhere, big, small, rough, soft…everything seemed to spiral into a wonderful swirl of sensation any arched into Sam, seeking friction. He tugged at Sam's shirt, hiking it up so he could access Sam's abs.
Hands gripped the waste of his sweatpants, shoving them down and someone grabbed a hold of his cock, pulling firmly with slick fingers. Soon, he was gasping into Sam's mouth and shuddering through an intense orgasm, spilling over the pumping hand and shooting onto Sam's exposed stomach.
Soft kisses on his lips and neck East him through the aftershocks and Brittany sighed against his neck. "That was so hot."
"Yeah," Sam murmured in agreement, voice strained and Blaine realized he hadn't cum…he didn't think Brittany had either.
That wasn't fair.
Brittany pushed on Sam's shoulder, reaching over Blaine to roll him onto his back. A foil condom packet landed on Sam's chest and Brittany crawled over to sit on his legs, her fingers in her mouth….
Oh, she was licking Blaine's cum off of her hand.
That was….
"Let me," he said, reaching for the condom with a still shaky hand. Sam didn't protest, merely watched him with dark eyes and raised his hips one Brittany tugged his pajama pants down to his thighs, freeing his cock.
Sam had a really nice cock, Blaine noted. A nice length in thick in a way that made him feel renewed twinge of desire, but was too soon for him to get hard again.
Taking Sam in hand, he pumped his fist once, but Sam hissed at the dry friction.
"Wait," Brittany said, grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand….
Oh, fuck.
She slid his hand between her thighs and Blaine found himself cupping smooth, wet, ridiculously soft skin. His fingers slid through the dampness, curious, and she moaned happily when he pinched the little bud he was aware of thanks to his AP anatomy class.
Though he couldn't see anything, it was obvious Sam was watching, eyes fixed intently on where Blaine's hand disappeared under Brittany's nightgown. Her hips rolled as he continued to touch her and Blaine was surprised by how erotic he found her little sighs to be.
Eventually, she pushed his hand away and Blaine wrapped his palm, slick with Brittany's arousal, around Sam, giving a few brisk strokes. Sam choked out a cry, head rolling from side to side as his hands scrambled for purchase, finding Blaine's flank and Brittany's hip.
Since Sam was clearly on edge, Blaine carefully rolled the condom onto him and Brittany wasted no time sinking down onto his cock. More than half hard again, Blaine lay pressed against Sam's side, watching Brittany ride Sam, head thrown back and hands planted on Sam's belly, fingers dragging through streak of Blaine's cum.
He groaned at the sight and pressed himself against…Brittany's knee, which was straddling Sam's hip. Sam seemed to feel it though and he turned to kiss Blaine, tugging on his mussed curls to pull him closer. After moment, Sam broke away, moaning it whatever Brittany was doing, then asked, "Do you want me?"
Blaine moaned, wondering how he even had to ask. "Yes. God yes."
Nodding, eyes dark, Sam gasped, "There's lube and condoms in the bedside table."
"Be sure to use the silicone-based lube," Brittany murmured and that was when Blaine's brain caught up with things.
Biting back an embarrassing whimper, he scrambled over to paw through the bedside table, noting that Brittany owned a few interesting joys (including a strap on), until he found the proper lube and a condom.
When he turned around, he saw that his two athletic bed mates had stripped themselves bare and flipped over so Brittany was beneath Sam, her thighs cradling his thrusting hips. Clearly, there were some kind of sexual Houdinis.
After throwing off his own pajamas and gathering the supplies in hand, Blaine crawled around to kneel between Sam's legs, taking a moment to consider the muscular ass bouncing in front of him. Tentatively, he reached out, running a hand over the soft, downy skin, causing Sam to hum appreciatively.
Needing to know, he asked, "Have you…I don't want her you, so, if you haven't…."
"Yeah," Sam panted harshly. "We have. Just, ya know, stretch and lube."
"Lots of lube," Brittany moaned. "Oh Sam, yes…."
It took Blaine a moment to adjust to the rhythm they were moving at, but after slipping on the condom, he slid a slick finger between Sam's cheeks, brushing over his entrance. Sam whined low in his throat, which encouraged Blaine to trace around the tight ring of muscle several times before letting his finger pushed slightly inside.
The motion of his thrusts caused Sam to push himself back against Blaine every time he drew away from Brittany and Blaine watched Sam fuck himself on his finger with glazed eyes, adding a second finger when the blonde asked.
It was more difficult to get a third in, but, with more lube, he succeeded. Sam choked, hips slamming down into Brittany, who suddenly cried out, trembling and arching under him.
"Now, now, now!" Sam all but begged, clearly close to the edge of his control and Blaine pulled his hand free before lining up his cock and pushing the first inch or so into his friend.
Sam went still, breath stuttering as Blaine edged forward, feeling the tight heat of Sam's body stretching to accept him. It seemed to take an eternity, but finally Blaine was fully seated in Sam, hips flush against his ass.
With one hand, he stroked the soft, sweat slicked skin of Sam's back while the other gripped Brittany's thigh, bent and raised outside Sam's hip. Slowly, he drew back before thrusting forward again, harder than the first gentle slide, pulling a throaty groan from Sam, who began to move again.
For several minutes, they rocked together, the room filled with the increasingly erratic slap of skin and harsh breathing. Blaine felt himself growing more desperate for his release when Sam cried out, his body clenching tightly around Blaine's cock as he came.
Brittany's ankles suddenly locked around small of his back, yanking Blaine forward with incredible force, causing him to plow into Sam, who let out a half broken noise of pleasure and that was it.
He was still panting a few minutes later when he regained his senses and kissed the broad back he was slumped over. Sam had managed to fall onto the bed beside Brittany so as not to crush her and didn't seem inclined to push Blaine off of himself.
Regarding him with sleepy eyes, Brittany asked, "How do you feel now?"
Unable to help himself, Blaine laughed. "Pretty amazing actually."
"Good," Sam murmured, arm bent awkwardly to reach back and rub Blaine's side.
Too wrung out to be embarrassed, Blaine heaved himself off Sam and stumbled with him into the bathroom to dispose of their condoms and wipe the lube off of Sam's thighs and ass. Brittany did her own cleanup and when they returned she was snuggled under the blankets.
They joined her, forming a tangle of limbs with Blaine pressed between them protectively. It was nice to feel so surrounded by their warmth, both physically and emotionally.
As they drifted towards sleep, Brittany murmured, "You don't have to feel alone anymore."
"You're not alone," Sam finished, lips brushing against the soft skin behind Blaine's ear. "Love you."
In a girl's bed, surrounded by the love and long limbs of his two friends, Blaine fell into an easy sleep, emotionally content for the first time in a very long time.
