Hello my beautiful readers! I just want to start out by saying how awesome you all are for sticking with me through the first fanfiction story I've written in years. I do appreciate all that you do with the favorting, and the reviewing, and the alerting, and the jello pudding. o.O

I will point out that I still own nothing and will never have enough money to do so.

Anyway, we get inside of Sam's head a little bit in this chapter. Also, I was asked to pick up where I left off in the last chapter so I did, sorta. I'll stop talking so you can read. Enjoy!

Mercedes had barely noticed the decor of the cabin she shared with Sam. The walls were a light wood paneling, smooth to the touch and decorated sparsely. There were ivory colored wall sconces above each of their beds that provided more than enough light for the small space. Their sleeping spaces were carved perfectly into the wall and adorned with rich red floral bedspreads, soft cream sheets, and a thick white pillow for each of them. Carmel colored carpeting covered the small floor area. The room was finished out with small wooden bedside tables for each of them that held small desk lamps. The room's most prominent feature was a large window that spanned most of the area of the wall opposite the door and was draped with curtains to match their bedspreads.

This was the first time Mercedes really took notice of the window. During the day, everything they passed looked similar, illuminated with the same dull light of the afternoon sun. Now, as they sped by, trees and sparse flashes of light flickered by unpredictably in the night. The sky seemed to be the only area that was almost constant. The heavens drifted by lazily in comparison to the speed of the Earth in front of her. Save for the stars, everything in front of her was quickly fleeting and for a moment, she was even fearful that the feeling of bliss that blanked her entire being would also leave her. She took focus on the brightest star she could find before snapping her eyes shut, reaffirming her grip on the blond head of hair between her thighs, and allowing herself to indulge in, then surrender to, the ripples of pleasure billowing in her abdomen.

When the quake of her body stopped, she opened her eyes again to see the star was gone, replaced with wispy white clouds and the flashes of flickering lights. She looked down to see a pair of pleased green eyes staring up at her. She could still feel Sam's breath on her center, his thick tongue still lapping her languidly. His fingers danced softly between her thighs tracing arbitrary patterns against her folds. She moved herself back down his body and stopped when she felt his rigid manhood tapping against her ass. He was hard again. She had thought him to be completely spent after period of repeatedly tapping her tonsils with his dick had caused him to cum abruptly in her throat. He beamed up at her. His cheeks were red and wet and glistening. She bent over and began to lick her essence off of his face. Her licks transformed into rough kisses between the two of them. Their mouths collided abruptly in a chaotic mixture of darting tongues and gnawing teeth. After realizing that neither of them could get the upper hand, they separated for air. He rubbed his hands up and down her body, massaging her breasts and rolling the nipples between his fingers. Mercedes reached behind herself and took a hold of his cock. She began to stroke while sliding it lazily across her backside.

"So what else do you want me to do with your little friend?" She asked dragging her thumb across his wet tip.

"First, I want you to stop calling him "little" because we both know that's just inaccurate," Mercedes giggled and gave him a determined squeeze. "Uhhh. Second, you can do whatever you want to him. He likes you."

"I like him too," Mercedes murmured, while rolling off of Sam and onto the bed. She promptly picked up his cock again and resumed stroking it hurriedly. She leaned over to Sam and began placing gentle bites, licks, and kisses along the side of his face. He moaned deeply at her touch thrusting his hips into her grip.

"You gonna come for me?" She asked, her lips against his ear. His response was a grunt and a vigorous nod. "Come for me, baby," she insisted. She gripped his shaft tighter and slowed her pace as his body began to thrust arhythmically beside her. She pumped him until she saw the last bits of cum spurt from his dick and onto her hand. She brought her fingers to her lips and licked them spotless before placing her lips on his for a kiss he barely had the energy to return. She laid her head on his chest and ghosted her fingers across his body. He wrapped his arms around her tightly, kissing her hair and whispering praises against her forehead as they both fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Sam and Mercedes found themselves bathing together in the cramped shower where they had to spend more time switching positions and attempting not to get each other too excited than they did actually cleaning their bodies. After their shower, Sam brushed his teeth absentmindedly as he watched Mercedes, wrapped in nothing but her towel, rub lotion on her entire body.

"What kind of lotion is that?" He asked with his toothbrush dangling from his mouth. He had stopped brushing at this point and unabashedly took the time to appreciate the view Mercedes was giving him as she rubbed the lotion into her legs.

"See for yourself," she said, standing to look at him with a knowing smile on her face. She thrust the bottle of lotion into his chest and walked out of the bathroom. Sam finished brushing his teeth and rushed out after her. She was picking out clothes to wear and he still could find nothing better to do but watch her.

"Can I do something for you?" She asked laying out a pair of tan shorts on her bed.

"Nope, I'm good."

"Okay. Then you should probably get dressed and stop staring at me like you're about to devour me whole."

"Like I did last night?" She laughed and reached out to smack him lightly on his arm. He grabbed her hand, laced her fingers with his, and continued to stare.

"Sam," she pleaded feeling embarrassed under his sharp stare, "would you please get dressed already?"

He ignored her question and let a mischievous grin show on his face. "When we get to Chicago," he began, "first thing we're going to do is find a drug store or something. Second thing we're going to do is high-tail it back to this train. Third thing we're going to do - well, I'm going to do mostly - is fuck you until you've forgotten everything except for the feel of my dick inside of you."

"Promise?"

"I sure do. Besides, I know it's fucking killing you to not be able to get the full Sam Evans experience."

"Boy please, you're the one who's missing out. You better believe the Mercedes Jones experience is mind blowing. I'm not even sure you can handle it. But we still have a couple more hours until we get to Chicago, so I guess you have time to prepare. That's if you're able to wait that long."

"Please, the way you were all over me last night, Cedes, I'd be surprised if you could wait another hour."

"I was all over you? You started it! I'm pretty sure I wasn't the one who walked in on you showering."

"Showering?" he said emphasizing the word with air quotes, "So that's what the kids are calling it these days? In my day, we called it touching yourself."

How the hell did he know? she thought. She clenched her jaw and balled her fists in a fit of faux anger. "You're just mad you didn't get there soon enough to wash me and rub yourself against me," she said rubbing her hands up and down her body.

"Well, I'm pretty sure I wasn't the one having sex dreams about you."

"I can't help what I dream out. Besides, I wasn't the one making a porno in the dining car," she said moving closer to him. "Oh, If you want some of this Mrs. Jones-Evans," Mercedes said dropping her voice a couple of octaves and doing her best imitation of Sam, "you're going to have to come over here and get it."

"Could you hand me a towel?" Sam said while batting his eyes and almost exactly matching Mercedes' tone from the previous night. "Let's not even pretend like you weren't the one coming on to me. You can't resist me. Admit it."

"Pretty cocky for the same guy who had to actually ask me if I wanted to fuck him last night."

"In my defense, you send a lot of mixed signals and you have a bad habit of running away from me," he said gripping her firmly by her waist and pulling her to him.

She bit her bottom lip in an attempt to stifle the smile at her lips. He knew her better than she thought he did. "That's just my way of trying to fight the animalistic lust I've been harboring for you," she said in a husky tone. "Oh Sammy, you make my lady loins quiver in the most unholiest of manners." She threw her head back and draped a hand over her face in a dramatic fashion.

"So is that how you want to play it?" he asked, hovering his face above hers. She nodded. "Fine. Well, guess what missy?"

"What?"

"You get none of this," he said taking a hand and running it down his body, "until we get to LA."

"Do you really think you can hold out that long?"

"Oh, I'm not worried. You, on the other hand, should be."

"You're going to regret this," she said removing herself from his grip.

"Why is that?"

"Because," she said dropping her towel and sauntering across the room to bend over and retrieve her underwear from her drawer, "I don't play fair, Sam. I play to win." She looked over her shoulder just in time to see him giving his dick a quick stroke through his towel. "Yep, I suggest you get reacquainted with that hand because it's going to be the only friend little Sammy has for a while. Unless you want to admit that you're wrong and that I'm the one who's irresistible."

"Never," Sam said tightening the towel around his waist and shuffling into the bathroom.

Sam Evans, Mercedes thought, you have no idea who you're messing with. She finished dressing, pairing her shorts with a yellow paisley tank top, jean jacket, and bronze flats. She pulled out her phone and placed a call to Santana while she waited for Sam to come out of the bathroom so she could style her hair. Santana didn't pick up and Mercedes ended the call before her voice-mail came up. She tried Kurt's phone next and got the same response.

"Well don't you look adorable today?" Sam said, exiting the bathroom. He was fully dressed in a pair of light, well-worn denim jeans, a white tank top, and snug green cardigan with the sleeves pushed up.

"Thanks. You don't look too bad yourself," she said licking her lips and looking him up and down in a predatory manner. She grabbed her hair stuff and walked into the bathroom making sure to slide her body against his. When they both finished dressing, the two decided they would part ways and explore the train some more, before they got to Chicago.

Mercedes' first stop was Kurt and Santana's room. She walked down to Cabin 22 and knocked on the door lightly. No one came to the door immediately, all she could hear was the sound of what sounded like lips smacking together. She knocked again, harder this time, and waited. She wasn't going away without seeing at least one of her friend's faces.

"Coming," she heard from the other side of the door. She then heard giggling that was shushed and ceased as soon as the doorknob turned.

"Oh, hey Cedes," Santana said, brightly. She was still in her pajamas, a red tank top and matching polka-dotted shorts. Her lips were reddened and swollen and her long, dark hair was half-swept into a loose ponytail.

"Hey Tana, what are you doing?" Mercedes peered around Santana to lock eyes with the blonde masseuse that had seemed all too eager to give her friend a proper rub down the day before. Mercedes gave the woman a wave and a smile.

"I'm Brittany!" the woman said, waving eagerly at Mercedes. Mercedes had already remembered her. In addition to her masseuse, Artie, and Kurt's masseuse, Mike, Mercedes couldn't forget the seemingly aloof woman who rambled on about her cat, Duke Ellington, or something of that nature, for the duration of their session.

"Nice to see you again," Mercedes said before returning her focus to her best friend whose tan cheeks were now reddening. "Why didn't you answer your phone when I called?"

"Sorry," she said giving Brittany a quick glance, "I was a little busy." Mercedes raised a perfectly arched eyebrow at her friend before nodding and giving her an approving smile.

"I just wanted to see what you guys were up to, is all. Don't let me interrupt. I'll be on my way if you can point me in Kurt's direction."

"Oh, he's playing bingo. He said something about the prizes being really cute. If you're going his way, could you take him his phone? I was supposed to drop it off but I got a little...preoccupied." She walked back into the room, grabbed Kurt's phone from his bed, and tossed it to Mercedes.

"Okay, I guess I'll go join him then. Will you be, uh, finished by the time we get to Chicago?"

Santana smiled and took another look at Brittany before speaking. "We'll see."

"Okay, have fun," Mercedes said giving Santana's arm a gentle squeeze and walking off to find Kurt.

When she made it to one of the recreational cars she found several people hunched over bingo cards and listening intently to a dark haired young man calling out numbers and walking around the room looking over people's shoulders. She scanned the room until she found Kurt who had several cards spread out in front of him and a distracted Sam to the left of him who was too busy playing on his cell phone to notice her walk in. Mercedes made her way over and sat between the two of them but not before covertly sliding her hand around Sam's ear and giving the lobe a gentle tug. She startled him, his face reddened immediately as she sat down with a smug grin on her face.

She kissed Kurt hello then watched his expression change from focused to elated as B9 was called. He threw one of his cards in the air and waved it wildly singing out "Bingo" until the caller walked over to him. The man leaned closely over Kurt's shoulders as he checked the numbers on his card. After confirming Kurt's win, he gave his back a kind pat then took Kurt's hand and led him to the small display of prizes. Kurt picked out a small flashlight key-chain and returned to his table.

Mercedes stared between Kurt and the Bingo host who exchanged sweet smiles as Kurt walked back to his seat.

"So, the prizes are really cute, huh?" Mercedes asked, nudging Kurt playfully.

"Yes," he said turning to look at the host again whose eyes were still fixed on Kurt, "the prizes are adorable."

"I don't see what's so special about them," Sam said picking up the coffee mug Kurt won earlier and examining it. "They're just trinkets."

"Not talking about those prizes," Mercedes said, gently removing the mug from Sam's grasp. "We're talking about that prize." She pointed toward the host who had went back to calling numbers and Sam let out an understanding "Oh."

"His name is Blaine," Kurt added. "He's an actor normally but he needed some quick cash so he took this little gig until something else comes up."

"You found out all of that just sitting here?" Mercedes asked.

"Well, I got here a little early, so we made small talk before he started. Small talk that turned into us possibly spending a little time together outside of this car," Kurt said proudly.

"Good for you, sweetie," Mercedes cooed taking his hand in hers and squeezing it tightly.

"Now we just have to get you two hooked up." Kurt said pointing to his two friends. "I'm guessing you already know about Tana and Brittany since you brought my phone down here. So there's just you and Sammy left to make new friends."

"Who is Brittany," Sam asked. Mercedes was grateful for the change of subject. She and Sam had not had a conversation about just what they were or when they were going to tell their friends what they had done.

"She's a masseuse we met yesterday who had the immediate hots for our Latina friend," Kurt said with a shake of his shoulders. "She's a dancer. Maybe we'll find a singer for you, Cedes, and we'll put them all in a group or something."

"I sing..." Sam said quietly. Luckily, Kurt missed the comment, and Mercedes was able to give Sam a quick pinch before he could say anything else. She had to admit she was a bit turned on by his jealously. She also had to admit that she was proud of her own ability to get Sam so open after just one night together.

After a few more flirty glances and a few more trinkets added to Kurt's already impressive pile, there was an announcement informing everyone that the train would be stopping in half an hour.

Everyone returned to their rooms to grab the things they would need for their 8-hour stop including cash, cameras, and comfortable shoes. Santana was actually ready to join the group and they all exited the train with Brittany and Blaine in tow.

"We're going shopping," Kurt announced as he walked to the edge of the sidewalk to hail a cab.

The group had just left the train station and before they could figure out what they would do first in The Windy City Kurt had already decided what they would be doing.

"Do we have to shop everywhere we go?" Santana asked folding her arms across her chest defiantly.

"I'm not dignifying that question with a response because you already know the answer." A yellow mini-van pulled up to the curb and Kurt corralled each of his friends into the cab: Sam and Mercedes into the back row, Blaine, Brittany, and Santana in the middle row. He hopped in the front seat and directed the driver to their destination. The group found out that Kurt had already planned a day of sightseeing, shopping, and a little eating.

Kurt had done his research, and with the help of their eager cab driver he pointed out landmarks and interesting sights they passed. Everyone focused their attention out of the windows taking in the city around them. Mercedes pressed her face close to the window to get a view of the Sears tower as it passed them by. She felt a hand sneak around her waist and pull her back. She looked up at Sam, his eyes already trained on her, he leaned down and nuzzled his nose against hers, an innocent enough gesture that covered her body in goose bumps. His next gesture wasn't so innocent.

Sam moved his hand from Mercedes' waist and slid it under her jacket. A quiet gasp escaped her mouth as he began fondling her breast. He slid his thumb underneath it first, then traced around it with his finger in a small spiral before landing on her nipple. Any one of their friends sitting directly in front of them could turn around and Mercedes was sure their eyes would automatically travel to the moving mound on her chest.

"Sam!" Mercedes hissed pawing at his hand in a failed attempt to remove it from her person.

"Something wrong?" He asked. He raised his eyebrows in an attempt to show concern but was quickly given away by the grin creeping across his face. His hand still firmly cupped around her breast, he gave her nipple a firm small pinch that made her shudder. A quiet moan escaped her mouth and she quickly clapped her hand across her face to stifle any further sound. Blaine turned around and eyed the two of them briefly before turning his attention back to the front window where Kurt was sure he saw Kanye West crossing the street. Sam used the distraction as an opportunity to slide over to Mercedes' other breast and repeat his previous actions.

Another pinch sent another chill through Mercedes' body. She crossed her legs and gripped Sam's thigh in an attempt to somehow channel the feelings from her body to his.

Sam winced at the feeling of her hand in his lap.

If he wants to play, Mercedes thought, we'll play. She began sliding her hand up Sam's thigh, never loosening her grip, until she came into contact with his semi-erect cock. She rubbed her hand over his jeans and he tightened his grip on her chest. His breath caught and a low grunt escaped his throat when she swiftly swiped her tongue across his ear lobe. She had used that same action to wake him up earlier that morning and it still had the same effect. Before he could act on his instinct to push her down on the chair and take her right then and there the cab stopped and their friends began exiting the vehicle.

Mercedes patted his lap where a now very visible tent had formed in Sam's jeans. She started to snicker but ignored his pleading eyes as Blaine lifted his seat and offered her a hand out of the car. Sam had to pry his eyes from her ass to quickly adjust himself in his pants then hop out of the car as well.

The group spent the day in and out of street side shops buying clothing, shoes, and trinkets. Sam tried to distance himself from Mercedes but every time he found himself somewhat alone and focusing on dead kittens to try and cure his below the belt affliction Mercedes would pop up in some way. He would hear her laugh from the dressing room next-door, smell her perfume as she hovered nearby, or feel her body deliberately pressed against his as she strolled past him. Every single thing made his entire being quiver and he wanted nothing more than to wrap her in his arms, her body flush with his, and lock her there for the rest of eternity.

The worst part was when they finally sat down to a quick dinner before heading back to the train station. Mercedes ordered a sundae to share with Santana. The first thing she did was pluck the cherry off the top of the dessert and set it aside. She swiped a finger through the heaping helping of whipped cream and sucked in slowly, releasing her finger with a pop. She watched Sam the whole time, waiting for him to crack. They had stopped in a drug store long ago when Blaine wanted to get some more hair gel, so the boxes of condoms they managed to discreetly purchase were well within reach. All either one of them had to do was reach down under the table. The competition would be off and they could be back to the train, locked back in their cabin, and fucking each other senseless in half an hour. Sam gripped the table willing himself to not find her actions stimulating. He looked in every direction he could, focusing on anything he could, anything but Mercedes. He had to leave the table when the bill came and while everyone fussed over who would pay Mercedes grabbed the cherry she had set aside. She slid the stem into her mouth. Sam watched her breathlessly, his mouth wide open, and when the stem came back out it was in a knot.

"Here! Here!" Sam yelled, shooting up out of his seat, pulling his wallet out and throwing his credit card on the table. "I'll take care of it. Let's just go." He hurriedly grabbed his bags. "Somebody sign for that, I'm going to go get us a cab." He rushed toward the door holding his breath. He couldn't breathe until he was outside again. He doubled over and gave himself a quick pep talk. "Shit, Evans, get it together. You're fine, you're fucking fine." In his head, Sam knew he wasn't fine. He knew he wouldn't be fine until he was stuffed deep inside Mercedes Jones.

The whispers of strangers passing by were enough to bring him back to reality. He righted himself, took a deep breath and attempted to hail a cab. He got the attention of another van just as his friends came out of the restaurant. Kurt hopped in the front seat again and instead of climbing into the back after Mercedes, Sam insisted that ladies should go first and offered Santana his seat. He couldn't listen to anything anyone said during the ride. The only sound Sam heard was the ringing of Mercedes giggles in his ear as she and Santana gabbed in the back seat. He tried counting backwards from 100 but had to stop and cringe at 69. His thoughts immediately shifted to having Mercedes in the position, her ass in the air teasing him, begging him to bury his face between her thighs. He remembered the feel of her thick lips on his cock, sucking on the head swirling her tongue around thoroughly tasting every part of him. Soon, the cab was stopping and before he could stop himself, Sam bolted from the car and sprinted toward the awaiting train leaving all his friends behind. Soon, he was pressed with his back against the door of cabin 26 sweating and breathing heavily.

When he caught his breath, he dropped his bags on the floor and threw himself backwards on his bed. He grimaced at the hill in his pants feeling too frustrated to even rub one out. He snatched his pillow from beneath his head and screamed into in until his throat began to hurt. The action did little for his erection, but it did calm him down enough to clean up his bags and find room for his purchases.

When Mercedes came back to the cabin after another brief round of Bingo with Kurt and Blaine, who she was quickly becoming fond of, it was pitch dark and she could hear Sam breathing deeply, most likely asleep. Not wanting to disturb him, she used the bit of light the window provided to slide her bags under her bed and slip out of her clothes and into her pajamas. Instead of the patterned short set she packed for the trip, she opted for the black lace nightgown she had purchased earlier. She heard a snort from Sam and quickly looked over at him. He had turned over onto his back, his covers slipping off of his bed and revealing his bare body. His dick stood straight up greeting her.

"Poor baby," Mercedes purred. She moved over and ran her fingers up his thigh and lightly grazed them over his cock. He jumped at her touch and she bit her lip anxious to taste him again.

"No, Mercedes, he's going to cave. Just hold out a little longer," she whispered to herself. She grabbed his blanket from the ground and covered him up again. She climbed into her bed but couldn't lay down. She sat with her back against the wall, her knees drew into her as she focused on the peak in his sheets. "How can he sleep like that?" She questioned aloud. She couldn't sleep with the pounding in her panties that was reverberating through her entire body. She couldn't even force her head against the pillow to try and sleep. Before she could decide not to, she had slithered a hand between her legs and pushed her panties to the side. She plunged one, then two fingers inside and began to fuck herself. She used her other hand to alternate between teasing her tits and her clit. She began to moan, lowly, then loudly as she neared her orgasm. One moan in particular was loud enough to stir Sam from his sleep. He sat up, turning on his bedside lamp. Mercedes made no attempt to cover herself and continued to swivel her hips against her fingers as Sam watched her.

"You want some help?" He asked reaching for his dick."

"Nope," she moaned breathily, shaking her head. "You get none of this." She brought her fingers from her pussy to her lips and sucked them hungrily.

"You're a dirty girl, Mercedes." He said sliding back on his own bed and sitting against the wall. He grabbed himself and began to stroke steadily.

"You like it don't you Samuel?" He nodded, watching her fingers slide in and out of her slick opening easily and imagined his own fingers there feeling her clenching around them as she was almost ready to come.

"Is my dirty girl going to come? I want you to come for your Samuel? I want you to come all over those pretty panties of yours. Come on baby," he urged feeling his own body tremble.

He watched as her free hand fell from her tits to the sheets gripping them tightly as her whole body shook in erratic waves. She screamed his name with the little breath she had causing him to cum slightly sooner than he expected. Her name on his lips, he released on his own chest collapsing against the wall.

When they both came down, Mercedes rose from her bed.

"Where are you going?" Sam asked, slipping to the edge of his bed and topping her.

"To go clean up," she said waving her sticky fingers at him.

He grabbed the hand and took the fingers into his mouth. He sucked all of her juices off of them then gave her hand a gentle kiss. She gave him a push to the shoulder causing him to fall back onto his back. She crawled on top of him gave him a gentle kiss on his flaccid cock, then licked every drop of cum from his abs. She finished with a gentle kiss on his lips before rolling over and snuggling next to him passing and out in a matter of minutes.

He reached over and turned off his desk lamp wondering how he was going to survive the next couple of days.

As always, feel free to review and contact me here or on tumblr. I love to hear what you all have to say!

The next chapter will probably be around this weekend. I'm not sure what's going to happen I'm waiting just like the rest of you to see if Sam and Mercedes are going to just fuck on this train already. I don't know. What do you guys think?

Also, I just finished watching Glee and he got her fucking balloons you guise. So many. Fucking balloons. I dare them to be more in love.

Sorry I have a potty mouth. Until next time.