Chapter 10:

Sam was a nervous wreck the next day. He wasn't pacing or shaking or repeatedly running his fingers through his hair like he usually did when he was nervous, but Kurt could tell he was anyways.

He was sitting on the couch, right on the edge of his seat, with his fore arms resting on his thighs. His hands were clenched up into fists, and he was squeezing so hard there was probably going to be nail marks in his palms for the next hour.

"Sam, it's okay," Kurt said, kneeling down in front of him. He took Sam's hands and held them. "It's just us, alright? Just us and a customer. No big. We can do this."

Sam nodded. "Right..." He mumbled, avoiding Kurt's eyes. Kurt sighed, and for lack of anything else to do, began straightening the collar on Sam's shirt and checking him for any imperfections. Because the customer was paying so much, Kurt had spent double the amount of time getting ready for him, making sure both he and Sam looked their best.

Kurt looked Sam over, and put a hand lightly against his friend's face. Kurt had done his job well—there wasn't a blemish or speck of dirt to be seen—but it was more than that. "You're beautiful, do you know that?" Kurt asked quietly.

Sam looked up at him, and furrowed his brow. They both knew he didn't.

There was a knock at the door, and Kurt stood up and turned around. "Guess that's him," He said. Sam stood up as well, and when Kurt took a step towards the door Sam reached out and grabbed his wrist.

"Wait," Sam said, and he pulled Kurt back towards him. Kurt inhaled a sharply as Sam leaned in and kissed him, bringing a hand up and lightly cupping Kurt's chin. Kurt's lips parted a little, and he didn't bother to try and hold back the low sigh that escaped them. They both knew how much they wanted this, there was no point in pretending otherwise.

When Sam pulled away, he kept his hand on Kurt's face and brushed a thumb over his cheek. "I just wanted the first one to be just for us," he murmured.

Kurt looked at his friend for a moment, and then he pulled Sam back for another kiss. He kissed him as hard as he could, because these few kisses were all they would be allowed. After this they'd have to let a stranger in, and it wouldn't be the same. Everything would just be part of the act, a put on show for their customers benefit. So for just a few seconds, Kurt wanted to get lost in something that was real, and he told himself that would be enough.

But of course it wasn't. They pulled apart again and looked at each other, wide green-blue eyes staring mournfully into almost frightened grey ones. Kurt knew San was thinking the same thing. It wasn't enough, it never would be.

There was another knock at the door, and without a word Kurt turned and opened it. By the time the door swung back to reveal their customer standing in the hall, Kurt was ready. Or he at least appeared to be. "Hello there," Kurt greeted, looking the lucrative Luc Beaubier over with a seductive smile on his face.

Kurt hadn't realized he'd be so young. When Blaine had told him about him, he'd been expecting a stiff business man type, in his early 40's. This man couldn't have been much older than him and Sam. He had wavy, light brown hair that fell over one of his bright green eyes, and there was a thin layer of stubble over his cut jaw. He looked more like a french model than a business man.

Luc grinned back at him. "Hello," He said.

Kurt stepped back to let him in, and then closed the door behind him. "I'm Kurt, and this is Sam," Kurt said, putting a hand on Sam's shoulder.

Sam reached over and shook Luc's hand, and Luc looked him over with an approving grin on his face. "It is very nice to meet you," Luc said. There was the faintest touch of an accent when he spoke, but his english so far was excellent. Kurt idly wondered which language he'd speak during sex. He hoped it was French.

Sam smiled and nodded, but said nothing. Something about this made Luc smile even wider. "Blaine told me you're not very chatty," He said. Sam looked surprised. "That's alright, I am not here to chat."

Kurt smiled at Luc, and slid an arm around his waist. "I can be chatty sometimes," He said, leaning in close to Luc's ear. "But I find I do my best talking in the bed room, if you'd like to see it."

Luc licked his lips. "That's funny, because the bedroom is where I find I am stupidest." Sam laughed, and Luc gave him a wide smile. He took a step closer, and leaned in to whisper in Sam's ear. Kurt faintly heard the words "J'aime votre rire." Even though Kurt knew Sam didn't speak a word of french, a faint blush appeared on his cheeks.

Luc pulled back, and his eyes flickered over Sam's face. "I would like to see the bedroom," He added softly.

"It's right through there," Kurt said, pointing down the hall. "We'll be with you in a moment."

Luc nodded, and turned to go before he seemed to remember something, and turned back. "Pour vous," He said, taking a folded white envelope from his pocket and handing it to Kurt. Kurt smiled, and Luc turned and left the room.

"What did he say?" Sam asked, grabbing Kurt's elbow. "Was it bad or gross or something? If it was, don't tell me. Was it?"

Kurt laughed, and opened up the envelope, running his fingers over the 50 dollar bills inside. "Oh damn," He said.

"Ku-urt!" Sam whined, shaking him.

Kurt snapped himself out of it, and put the money down on the counter. "He said he loved your laugh,"

Sam's cheeks turned red again. "Oh," He said quietly, trying to hide a shy smile. "That's nice..."

Kurt smiled. "I think he likes you," He said. Sam shrugged. "Finally, someone has good taste."

Sam grinned at him, and then leaned in and pecked him on the cheek. He walked off down the hall, to meet Luc in the bedroom, and Kurt followed.

Luc was sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting patiently for them. He smiled when they walked in. "Everything is good?"

Kurt took a step towards him, and put a finger on Luc's chest. "Oh, very good," He said, moving his finger to pop open the top button of his shirt. To his surprise, Luc put a hand over his, stopping him.

"Eh, um... I do that myself," Luc said, sounding slightly embarrassed. "It is an... eccentricity of mine, I suppose." He smiled apologetically.

"Oh," Kurt said. He took a step back. "Alright."

"You two can do each other," Luc said, beginning to unbutton his own shirt. Kurt raised his eyebrows at him, and Luc laughed. "Undress each other, I meant. Although, the alternative would not be so bad, either." He grinned.

Kurt smiled back, and turned to Sam, who looked very much like he wanted to bolt. Kurt rubbed Sam's shoulder lightly, and stepped in close. "It's okay," He whispered, pressing his lips right against Sam's ear so Luc couldn't hear. "It's just us, don't be nervous,"

Sam swallowed, and then put both of his hands on the side of Kurt's face and pulled him in for a kiss. Kurt kissed him back, and let his hands drift down to Sam's shirt to work open the buttons.

Sam took his hands away from Kurt's face and began to tug at Kurt's clothes, kissing him harder and faster. Kurt pushed Sam's shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor, then grabbed at Sam's hips and pulled him close. He ran his fingers along the curve of Sam's back, imagining how nice it would be to follow that line with his mouth. Imagining the sounds Sam would make...

Sam's fingers were in his hair, and his mouth was pressed against his, and it felt so right. It shouldn't have felt so good and right, to be kissing his friend like this, to want his friend so badly. Not just want him because he was beautiful, or because his mouth was warm and soft, but want all of him. He didn't just want him now, in bed, he wanted him always, in every way.

Kurt didn't even notice he'd gotten lost again. The same way he'd gotten lost before, when he kissed Sam the rest of it just slipped away... Luc, having to perform and please... everything. It all slipped away, and Kurt found himself pulled into some other world by the taste of Sam's lips and tongue and the feel of his hands.

Sam kissed along his jaw and Kurt shut his eyes, grasping at Sam's hair."Sam," He moaned. Sam's lips travelled down his neck, kissing and sucking on his skin as Sam fumbled with pulling Kurt's shirt out from the waist of his jeans.

Sam lifted his head up away from Kurt's neck and looked at him, then took a small step back. Kurt couldn't understand why, why would he move away... then he remembered. Luc. They weren't alone.

Kurt swallowed and glanced at their customer on the bed. Luc seemed to have froze a little, his hands paused halfway through unbuttoning his shirt. His mouth was open and his eyes were wide and blown. "You two... uh..." He looked away, shaking himself a little. "You look very nice together," He said.

Kurt smiled, and forced himself to get into character. He couldn't keep getting distracted like that, it was unprofessional. "We'll look even better on you," He purred, taking a seat next to Luc on the bed. Luc smiled, and went back to undoing the buttons on his shirt, a little more hurriedly now.

Kurt motioned for Sam to come towards him. They'd managed to get both of their shirts off already, and now Kurt began doing the buttons on Sam's pants and taking them off. He forced himself to look at Luc, and think about Luc, and not Sam.

Luc looked up at Sam, and Kurt knew those lust-blown eyes were almost entirely for him. Alright, so Luc could focus on Sam, and Kurt would focus on Luc, and not Sam. Not Sam. That would keep him from getting distracted again. Behaving... unprofessionally.

He wouldn't think about Sam. Not Sam, and not Sam's mouth and his beautiful, adorable smile. Not Sam's hands, and the way they felt so good on his body. Not Sam, not any part of him.

Kurt hated that'd they'd waited so long for this. Why had they waited? Why had they waited until they were forced to be together like this, with someone else watching... someone else participating. He didn't want Luc, he only wanted Sam and Sam alone.

The thought of Blaine was in the back of his mind, the reason that they'd waited like they had. Kurt's boyfriend, the supposed love of his life.

Right now he hated him. More than he thought it would have been possible. For putting him in this position, for bring Sam into his life when he couldn't have him. When he had to share him. He hated Blaine for punishing him like this—and this was intended to be a punishment, he was sure. For telling Blaine what to do, telling him what customers Sam could or couldn't see. For acting out of line.

The irony was that punishment was so much worse than Blaine had intended. Blaine'd no idea how much this would hurt, because he had no idea of his real feelings for Sam. He thought they hated each other. That was the punishment, that they would have to sleep together when they couldn't even stand to be in the same room (so Blaine thought). But it was so much worse this way.

Luc had removed his shirt and tossed it aside, and now he lightly brushed Kurt's hand away from Sam's jeans, so he could finish the rest himself. Luc pushed Sam's jeans down past his hips, and then pressed his lips to Sam's navel.

Kurt looked away. He kissed Luc's shoulder, and his neck, and tried to block out the small whimpers he could hear Sam making.

Sam lay asleep on the bed, his mouth open slightly and red from kissing. Kurt looked fondly at him, trying to get dressed as quietly as possible. Next to him, Luc was doing the same.

Once they were both fully clothed—or mostly, in Kurt's case, as he didn't bother to do his shirt back up the whole way or put on his socks—they crept quietly out of the room, and Kurt shut the door behind them.

"Are you sure you have to leave right away?" Kurt asked, as he showed Luc to the door. He felt a bit more relaxed now, more clear headed, and Luc had paid so much money, somehow Kurt felt like he was ripping him off.

Luc nodded. "I have a meeting in an hour," He said, making a face. "Trust me, if I could stay, I would." He said.

Kurt forced a smile. It was obvious that Sam was entirely responsible for that. Luc hadn't taken his eyes—or hands, or mouth—off of him the entire time. And part of him was happy about that, happy that someone finally seemed to appreciate Sam... but it still hurt.

"Well, thank you," Kurt said, then immediately furrowed his brow. Thank you? Had he really just thanked a customer? Luc gave him a curious look, recognizing the oddity of the statement as well. Kurt felt his face turn red. "I mean, just... for being good to Sam. Not a lot of people are, and he just.. I mean he just deserves so much better than that, you know?"

Luc nodded, and looked him over for a minute. "You two are lovers, yes?" He asked quietly.

Kurt blinked, taken aback. "Oh, no..." He said. "Sam and I just... I mean, we're only friends. That's all."

"Mmm-hmm," Luc said, not seeming to believe him at all. "I think if all my friends looked at me at the way you and Sam do each other, I might make an effort to call them more often."

Kurt's cheeks burned, and he looked away. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Luc," He said, opening the front door. "I hope to see you again,"

Luc smiled at him, and stepped towards the door. "The pleasure was all mine," He said, leaning in and placing a small kiss on Kurt's ear lobe. "Please tell your friend Sam that, if you will," He said, his mouth still next to Kurt's ear.

Kurt nodded, and with another coy smile, Luc left. Kurt closed the door, and then leaned back against it. He shut his eyes, and took a deep breath. Kurt couldn't explain it, but he was suddenly feeling very nervous.

When he went back to the bedroom, Sam was awake and staring up at the ceiling.

"Hey..." Kurt said, walking over to the side of the bed where Sam was lying. He trailed his fingers over the bed sheets tangled around Sam's knees, unsure what to say. So we just sort of had sex, I guess. Funny, huh? Want to go watch X-Men?

"It shouldn't have been like that," Sam said quietly. He stared at the ceiling for a moment longer, then turned his head and looked at Kurt.

Kurt's brow furrowed slightly. "What do you mean?"

"I mean you and me," Sam said, sitting up in the bed. "Being together, for the first time... it shouldn't have been like that. With someone else," Sam sounded sad.

A lump formed in Kurt's throat, and he swallowed. He wanted to say that he hadn't minded, that Luc had been alright—more than alright, even. Luc had been charming and attractive and sweet... the perfect customer.

Kurt remained quiet. He knew that Luc wasn't the point. Sam was right. It shouldn't have been like that.

Kurt looked down, surprised, as Sam reached for his hand. Their fingers entwined, and Kurt opened his mouth, with the intention of saying... something...

But then Sam pulled him in and kissed him, and he forgot what it was.