When Blaine stirred the next morning, he enjoyed the warm, fuzzy feeling that always lingered until he was fully awake. Sam was wrapped around him from behind, his chest to Blaine's back, one of his thighs slotted neatly between Blaine's. There was a bit of pressure against his butt, clearly Sam's morning erection, which mirrored the one Blaine knew he was sporting.
With a smile, he shifted slightly then winced. "Ow."
Sam's hand, which had been lax on Blaine's abs, flexed and held him still. "Yeah, we probably should have cleaned up last night."
He sounded far too alert to have just woken up. "Morning. Been awake long?"
"Not too long," Sam replied, pressing a brief kiss to the soft skin just behind Blaine's ear. "Didn't feel like getting up."
If it works for the pressing concerns of morning breath, a need to use the bathroom and a desire to wash the dried cum out of his pubic hair (where it had dried, causing his underwear to stick and pull every time he moved), he would have been quite content to remain in Sam's arms. Instead, he mumbled, "Bathroom."
"Good idea."
Climbing to their feet wasn't pleasant for either of them and soon enough Blaine found himself in his bathroom, having left Sam in the guest bathroom. Quickly, he went about showering and going through his morning routine. When it came time to gel, he used a lighter hand then he usually did, knowing Sam would just mess his hair up by digging his fingers into it when they kissed anyhow.
It wasn't a horrible way to have a hairstyle ruined.
Emerging into his bedroom, Blaine saw that Sam's backpack was open, indicating he'd already been in to grab his clothes for the day. Quickly, Blaine tugged on a warm pair of jeans and a turtleneck sweater, grabbing a pair of socks to pull on later, before leaving his room in search of Sam.
He found him in the kitchen, again standing over the stove. The scents of fresh brewed coffee and bacon filled the air and Blaine had to grin. "You are going to make an awesome husband for someone one day."
Sam turned his head to give Blaine an amused glance. "I see how it is now. You only like me because I feed you."
Grinning, Blaine approached and tucked himself against Sam as he had the day before, fingers ghosting over the taller boy's flat, muscle belly. "Well, your abs are pretty stellar too!"
Laughing, Sam dropped a kiss onto Blaine's cheek and asked, "How many pieces of French toast will you eat?"
Blaine's stomach rumbled loudly at the thought and he replied, "Four."
After his first mouthful of French toast with a strawberry/blackberry sauce, Blaine groaned. "Oh, this is… Incredible. Another of your mom's recipes?"
Shaking his head, Sam flushed. "Paula Deen. I watched the cooking channel with Carol sometimes."
He seemed adorably embarrassed by that admission and Blaine felt compelled to lean over and kiss him until he was blushing for a whole other reason.
The snow was still falling heavily outside and, according to local news channel, the storm stalled, actually turning back on itself over Ohio and might not move out until sometime late Sunday or early Monday.
"We'll probably get another snow day," Sam mused, clearly pleased by that prospect as they pulled on their boots and coats. "Maybe Tuesday too, depending on how long it takes them to clean all this up!"
Considering the fact that there already looked to be about 2 feet on the ground, cleanup would probably take some time.
It took quite a while to make Sam's snowman, slogging through the knee-deep (or higher) snow, but eventually they accomplished their task. Then Blaine tackled Sam into a snow drift, which led to wrestling and far too much snow stuffed into their jackets.
They were both shivering by the time they made their way back into the house. Sam's lips were little blue and Blaine winced in sympathy before he had an idea.
"Come with me!" he said, grabbing Sam's hand and leading him into one of the houses large parlors. Stopping at the French doors that lead out onto the patio, he smiled.
The hot tub was bubbling away merrily, surrounded by heated tile and sheltered from the snow by an overhanging section of roof and custom-made, remote controlled shelter walls. Hitting a button, the hot tubs cover retracted, as did one of the walls, so they could watch the snow fall well beyond the sheltered nook.
"But it's cold out!" Sam protested, his brain immediately rebelling at the idea of getting into water surrounded by snow.
Stripping down to his boxer briefs, Blaine dumped his snow soaked clothes into the basket by the door and gave Sam an imploring look. "Trust me."
With a sigh, Sam shed his own clothes (keeping his blue boxers on) and accepted the towel Blaine offered.
The air was bitingly cold, but the tile warm and Blaine was quick to set his towel down several feet away from the hot tub, where it would remain dry. Sam followed suit and gasped happily when he slid into the hot, swirling water.
Once in the hot tub, the rising steam kept warm whatever body parts weren't submerged and Sam nearly groaned, slumping back against the side. "Okay, this is a great idea."
Blaine grinned. "I like watching the snow fall out here. It's peaceful."
"Yeah," Sam agreed, grabbing his hand of the water and lacing their fingers together.
It was nice and they sat there in silence for a while, just enjoying each other's company, but eventually Blaine stirred. "Hey, have you heard from any colleges yet?"
Sam nodded and smiled a bit. "OSU, Berkeley and Pratt. They all offered scholarships, but I don't really want to go to OSU."
"Berkeley?" Blaine had applied, and been accepted, to Berkeley and NYU in case NYADA didn't work out. "That's incredible! Where's Pratt? California, too?"
He could picture Sam as a California boy, with his blond hair and easy smile.
"Brooklyn. I really like the sound of their program."
Unable to really voice what he felt now that there was a chance they would end up in the same city, Blaine simply turned and the water and climbed smoothly onto Sam's lap, pressing along, sweet kiss to his lips. Clearly understanding, Sam smiled against his mouth, water soft hands coming up to slip along Blaine's back.
Despite what they had done the previous night, this is the first time they'd been so exposed during an intimate moment. The thin, water soaked cotton of their respective underwear was the only barrier between their bodies and it wasn't doing much to hide either of their reactions to the kisses or proximity.
Slowly, deliberately, Blaine rolled his hips, dragging his cock along Sam's and tearing a whine from the blonde. One of Sam's palms fell to squeeze at Blaine's ass encouragingly.
Glancing down between their bodies, Blaine saw the flushed tip of Sam's cock poking out of the waistband of his boxers. It looked so tempting that he reached down and swirled a finger around the head, causing Sam's whole body to jerk.
"Oh," he gasped, eyes wide and surprised. "Okay, yeah, nice."
With that permission, Blaine grew bolder, palming Sam's length through his shorts and earning more of those sweet little gasps. He was so focused on what he was doing, that he failed to fully notice what Sam was doing until long fingers squeezed his cock, dragging the fabric of his boxer briefs against sensitive skin.
"Sam!" he yelped, eyes closing and had falling forward as sensations washed over him. Sam's neck was there, so close and Blaine surged forward, sucking the pale skin into his mouth and biting on the tendon.
Sam bucked under him, hand moving faster as he grunted, "Don't stop."
Unsure whether he meant the hand job or the biting, Blaine continued with both and shortly they were both crying out, cuming under each other's hands.
Wrung out, Blaine slumped against Sam, moving with each rise and fall of the taller boy's chest.
"Dude, how do we clean the tub?" Sam eventually murmured and Blaine stirred, having been drowning in a happy, post orgasmic haze.
"Huh?"
Sam wriggled a little under him. "We just came in here!"
"Oh." Blaine sat back and let a hand swirled through the frothy water. "Don't worry. Between the chlorine and the filter it will be fine."
Clearly relieved that they wouldn't have to clean out the hot tub, Sam smiled and held up a hand. "I'm getting pruney."
They both were, so the scrambled from the tub and into the warmth of the house as quickly as possible. As they toweled off, Blaine closed the hot tub lid and shelter wall before they took very brief showers, just to rinse the chlorine (and possible body fluids) off.
Relaxed and warm in pajama pants and T-shirts, they flopped onto the couch to watch X-Men: First Class. Despite its divergence from comic canon, Blaine loved the movie, especially it's portrayal of the relationship between Charles and Erik.
During the scene where Erik was kicking Nazi ass in a bar in Argentina, Sam flopped around on the couch, squirming and settling his head on Blaine's thigh. It was a welcome weight and Blaine let his fingers card through his soft, blonde hair, scratching lightly on his scalp.
Sam sighed and leaned into his touch and Blaine smiled. This is a pretty damn amazing way to spend a snowy weekend. Content, he leaned back against the couch cushions to watch the movie.
He blinked and the next thing he knew, the BluRay menu was on the screen and he had a fleece throw draped over him. Sam's head was still (or should he say again, as he obviously moved at some point) on the side and he was reading a book, a puzzled expression on his face.
"What are you reading?" he murmured, causing Sam to look up at him with a smile.
"Mother Night," he informed Blaine. "It's confusing."
"It's Vonnegut," Blaine replied. "He's always confusing. What time is it?"
"Almost five."
That would explain why he was hungry. Big breakfast or not, they had skipped lunch and he was a teenage boy. His stomach did not appreciate missing meals. "Time to eat," he said, squirming out of the warmth of the fleece cocoon with a sigh.
When they sat down at the table, Blaine discovered that the beef stew was even better on day two and said as much. Sam just nodded. "The vegetables of all absorbed the flavor of the beef broth."
Dinner was followed by a phone call from Brittany, who wanted to arrange a glee club sledding day when the roads were cleared. She and her brother had walked to a hill by her house earlier and, despite losing him in the snow for a while, they had fun. Both Blaine and Sam agreed that it sounded like a good time, which drilled her and she wished them a cheerful goodbye.
"Good night, guys," she chirped happily. "Have fun and remember, lube is your friend, Sam!"
On that note, she hung up and Blaine chuckled. "Good to know she's looking out for you."
Sam's face was pink. "Yeah," he mumbled and Blaine just knew there was a story there, so he raised a brow and waited for Sam to continue. Finally, still very red, he said, "She has…toys."
"Toys," Blaine said, gathering from the context that he meant sex toys. "Toys that require lube?"
He nodded, then let out a huff. "Yes. Those four days when we thought we were married, she showed me a lot of stuff. Some of it cool, some a bit scary, but hey…End of the world…."
A part of Blaine wanted to ask if Sam had used the toys on Britt or the other way around, but that seemed a bit intrusive. Plus, Sam looked ready to spontaneously combust, so Blaine simply leaned over and kissed his burning cheek.
Thanks to their earlier naps, they were both wide awake and decided to marathon both Iron Man movies and Captain America. Gathering the BluRays, snacks and drinks, they hunkered down on Blaine's bed to watch the films. Having seen all the movies multiple times, they chatted throughout, analyzing different plot points and providing commentary.
They both agreed that Marvel could not have done a better job with their casting decisions, especially Robert Downey Jr.
It was undeniable that, if they ever chose to do so, Phil Coulson and Pepper Potts could probably take over the world.
When deciding which character they themselves were, Blaine happily claimed Tony will Sam was clearly Steve…a discussion which led to them picking a Marvel verse persona for each of their friends.
Puck was so Magneto, an antihero if ever there was one.
The last movie ended at nearly midnight and, sleepy despite earlier energy, they shuffled through their pre-bed routines, using the bathroom when brushing teeth. Again, Blaine took a few minutes longer than Sam and, when he emerged, Sam was already laying in bed, shirtless and tired eyed.
He looked warm and lovely and Blaine was quick to ditch his own shirt before crawling into bed and talking himself into Sam's side. Their legs tangled under the blankets and Sam wrapped an arm around Blaine, who placed a hand on his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart.
When he tilted his face up for a kiss Sam was quick to oblige, both eager and minty fresh. Neither of them were inclined to take things beyond kissing though and eventually Blaine settled against Sam's shoulder, drifting to sleep while listening to the soft huffs of Sam's breathing.
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