A/N: DD prompt from an anon; Sam's really serious about manscaping for the calendar, so Rachel helps him get those hard to reach places. Also, thanks to comfortablyobsessed for helping me proofread. Thanks!

"It's really awesome you can help me," Sam grinned, pushing his long bangs behind his ear in such a boyish way that it made Rachel's mouth dry.

"It's really no problem," she smiled back, trying not to show how eager she was by reaching automatically for the razor and shaving kit Sam was holding; instead, perching on the corner of her bed, hands purposefully relaxed in her lap, she assured, "I, honestly, can understand the desire to be perfectly groomed."

Sam's lips smiled lopsidedly. "Well, awesome. I really can't think of anyone else I'd feel comfortable enough to help me." Looking down, he didn't notice the shadow that crossed Rachel's face.

"Comfortable." Clearing her throat, Rachel pushed her chin up. "I'm here to help in any way I can. You are, after all, willing to help me with my…" Her cheeks colored, "Pelvic thrusts." She had, after all, told him that was what she was lacking a proficiency within her NYADA classes.

"Of course!" Dropping onto the bed next to her, Sam beamed. "That's my specialty," he whispered conspiratorially, leaning close, stopping a hair's breadth from Rachel's cheek.

Swallowing, Rachel nodded. "How, uhm, how much did you want me to help with?" She felt completely proud of herself that her voice didn't break. It wasn't fair how much… Sexier Sam had gotten since she'd been in New York.

Sam sat back. "Well…" he looked down, ostensibly looking through his shirt and jeans, tilting his head, "Though I'm sure I've gotten pretty much all of my chest, I wouldn't mind you making sure. And, then…" He shrugged, broad shoulders ruffling the ends of his long hair, "It's up to how much you think I should…" A slightly shy, slightly confidant expression took over his face, eyes sparking as they met Rachel's, "Show."

Rachel stared at him. Eyes darting down, as if trying to pierce his clothing, she cleared her throat. "Okay," she managed through a constricting airway, sitting up straighter to allow herself more control, waving her hands in the air, "Take off your shirt?"

Standing after dropping his supplies next to Rachel's knee, Sam curled his hands around the bottom of his shirt. Smoothly divesting himself of the cover, he waited, comfortably propping his hands on his hips, just above the waistband of his jeans.

Sweeping her eyes up and down, absently sucking her lower lip into her mouth, Rachel swallowed. It was obvious the boy had still kept his stripping physique, even if he had achieved that through swimming and lifting weights instead. "Wow," she clicked her tongue against the top of her mouth, slowly rising from the bed to take a step forward, hands lifting without her say-so, "You, uhm, okay."

Sam's lips quirked up. "No, you have to come closer." He looked down, shrugging, "Did I get everything?"

"You do realize I'm going to have to get my hands on you," Rachel started, eyes flitting to meet Sam's; she licked her lips. "To, you know, feel if you've gotten everything."

Sam breathed in, Rachel's gaze flicking down to watch the motion rippling through his muscles. "If you think it's warranted."

Trembling fingers splayed out along Sam's abs, slowly caressing up from his belly button and out along his pecs before feeling where his treasure trail would have normally been. "Okay," she smiled faintly, looking up into his own darkened gaze, "This feels… Good."

"Good." Stepping back, just enough to put space between his body and Rachel's reach, Sam unsnapped the button of his jeans.

Rachel swallowed. Maybe this wasn't the greatest idea. "You… Sure?"

Eyebrows raising, Sam pursed his lips, cocking his head to the side. "I told you," he smiled, shoulders vaguely moving, "I need your help determining how ready I am."

Tongue darting out to wet her lips, Rachel met Sam's eyes. "Okay," she sat back on her heels, fingers fluttering in the air to belay how nervous she actually felt, "Drop 'em."

Lips quirking up, Sam unzipped his jeans, quickly hooking his fingers into his waistband and pushing them down his hips. The heavy material dropping, leaving him in only his briefs as he kicked off and stepped out of the pants, he looked at Rachel through the thick bangs that fell in front of his eyes. "Hmm?"

Rachel stared at him, heat exploding in her stomach as she took in his almost naked state. "Wow…" she breathed, almost stepping back to drop onto the bed again, just barely stopping herself as she reminded herself she wasn't a silly teenager anymore and quite capable of keeping herself in control. Lifting her chin, she met Sam's gaze only after skimming her fingers along the sharp angle of his hip. "You know…" she smiled, pulling her lower lip into her mouth again and giving him a sultry look, "I would be remiss if I weren't willing to help you manscape everything."

His fingers tightening in the waistband of his briefs, his nostrils flaring as he stared at her, Sam's wide lips split into an eager, testosterone-fueled smile. "Okay," he nodded, slowly pushing down, "If you're ready."

Rachel tilted her chin up. "Are you?" She did her best to keep her eyes up, along his chest and face and abs instead of the slightly paler skin below his hips.

A fine dark blond eyebrow rose. The corners of his mouth twitched. "I think…" Sam breathed in, squaring his shoulders, "I'm too ready." Moving forward, hands reaching for hers, his longer fingers curled around her palms, sliding into place to lock their hands together at his hips, his touch soft and dominating, "Get it?"

Rachel met his gaze, her lungs sucking in a large amount of air. "Do you?"

Sam pulled her closer, locking his arms around her waist. Looking down, breath puffing past her lips, he bent forward. "I think," he repeated, softly, shivering as her hands found purchase along his waist, "We both know what we're getting into.

"And," he continued, leaning further down, pressing his lips to hers as he stepped closer, pushing her back, gladly, against the bed, "We both know where this is going."