Hooo boy… You Samcedians asked for smut… annnd… well… it resulted in this chapter in which I once again live vicariously through Mercedes…

I've actually become a full-blown Samcedian writing this! I never really liked Mercedes as a character, she was so underdeveloped, and Sam just seemed like a pretty face, but now… wow! Second favourite ship on Glee =D

Hope you enjoy this… I may have enjoyed writing it a little too much…

When Rachel organised for the Glee club to spend a day at the beach, it sounded like a great idea. Everyone wanted the chance to catch up and they hadn't hung out as a group since Nationals. Blaine was excited. Kurt was excited. Sam was excited. Mercedes knew this because the other day when they'd had a movie day at Kurt's (which had quickly disintegrated into a sounding board for Kurt's Pip, Pip, Hooray! script) all three boys hadn't shut up about it. Mercedes noticed Kurt and Blaine would avoid looking at each other in the eyes, and she smirked at Kurt. Okay, so she knew why Kurt and Blaine were so eager to revisit the scene of the crime…

So why was Sam so excited?

Mercedes wasn't a fan of the beach. It was sandy and hot, and even if you went swimming, you felt sticky after. Plus it was like a catwalk. People were always very quick to judge your body at the beach because you were practically forced to reveal so much of it. Sam had tried to reassure her of how much he liked her body in the backseat of his car behind the bowling alley last Friday (a fact Kurt had literally screamed at and looked at her with a new found awe in his eyes) but she still felt uncomfortable dating Sam; gorgeous, funny, popular, thin, Sam, and having the body she did. She didn't want the first time he saw her that unclothed to be in front of all their friends, where she would also be judged by them.

So that was why Mercedes was knocking on Sam's motel door at 6:37PM on a Wednesday evening. She knew where Sam stayed because she had dropped him off here before. But she'd never been in. Sam was always uncomfortable about her seeing him in that environment, and she'd humoured him because she knew how embarrassed he was that he was homeless and living in a hotel room with his family. But this was no night for embarrassments, she steeled herself. Mercedes had come with the sole purpose of seducing Sam, and that, while scary, was not a time to dwell on housing.

She wasn't going to have sex with Sam. She knew that. She was saving that until it felt absolutely right, and like Kurt had proved to her, she wasn't in love with Sam yet. But she knew she could easily fall in love with him. And that was giving her the motivation to move quickly and rashly. They had to go to the beach with the Glee Club on Friday. That gave her a whole day to dwell on the fact that Sam would have seen her naked and touched her, before she had to face up to the group in a bathing suit and with a super hot boyfriend. And Mercedes had convinced herself that Sam was exactly what she needed to have the confidence to face that scenario.

Sam was getting headaches so often lately. His dyslexia was giving him hell. He was reading to his brother and sister a lot, and Stacy would correct him when he got a word wrong. She was seven. Sam was a bit fed up with the way people would sneer at him as he counted them out their change slowly on deliveries too. He used to have a tutor to help him focus on those things, and his grades had been getting pretty good, but with the bankruptcy they couldn't afford Mr Geldner anymore, and Sam had found his concentration slipping remarkably. His mother said it was stress, so Sam had stopped mentioning it. He couldn't stand to hear his mum and dad fight about how it was too much pressure to put on a seventeen year old anymore.

So when Mercedes knocked on the door on Wednesday, he practically suffocated her with the hug he gave her.

"Hey… Hey, you okay?" she cooed softly, stroking his back. Sam had to bite back the three little words that he knew would scare her.

"Yeah," he smiled and kissed her softly, "Just glad to see you. What's wrong? Why are you here?" Sam asked, and tried to inconspicuously close the door behind him so she couldn't see his family of four huddled on one double bed eating KFC and watching a television that was patented in the seventies.

"I wondered if you wanted to… do something…" Mercedes hedged and bit her lip in that way that drove Sam wild.

Sam wound his arms around her waist.

"Something, huh?" he smiled, "Well, how could I resist an invitation to something with you?" he winked at her. "Let me just grab my coat. What time will we be back?" he asked her. She gave him a deer-in-the-headlights expression. "Just so I can let my folks know," he explained.

Just then, Sam's father opened the door. Sam shot him a mortified look as he beamed at his son and Mercedes.

"Well, this must be the infamous Mercedes!" he boomed with a laugh, "Honey, look, Sam's not embarrassed of her after all, she's gorgeous!" he flirted with Mercedes, who ducked her head and smiled through her eyelashes at Sam.

"Dad, we're going out," Sam said firmly as his father tried to offer Mercedes some fried chicken, "I'll be back late. Don't wait up." Sam was always very careful to never say "I'll be home," or "When you get home". Calling that hotel room home would just make it seem real. Like this wasn't some very extended stay in a sucky holiday resort.

Mercedes pulled up her car in her own driveway, much to Sam's surprise.

"My mum and dad are at a work dinner. They won't be home till late," she told him and Sam suddenly realised exactly why Mercedes had brought him here.

"Hey, I don't want you to think that we have to do this all the time," he stroked her hair and leaned down, but she pulled away, and headed to her room silently. Sam closed the front door and followed her to her room, hovering in the doorway, absolutely terrified that stepping foot over the threshold might make him a horrible person.

He wanted her. God, he wanted her. Her room always had this intoxicating scent of lilies, and her perfume, and clean laundry and Mercedes. And right now that delicious combination was working against him and preventing him from thinking clearly.

"'Cedes…" he choked out as she watched him silently from the bed, "What are you doing?" he pleaded.

Mercedes looked unsure, and that was pretty much the only thing that was preventing Sam from racing to her and pressing her into the mattress. It would have been a lot simpler if they had never had that experience in the backseat of his car. Sam knew how soft and pliant and eager her body felt beneath his and certain parts of his anatomy were screaming for an encore.

"I want… more," she told him honestly and motioned for him to join her on the mattress.

"I'll stay standing," Sam said firmly, "I don't trust myself right now."

Mercedes took a swift glance at his bulging fly and swallowed noisily.

"I want you to see me. All of me. Because we're going to the beach on Friday and I don't want to be embarrassed to be half-dressed around you," she told him, eyes focused firmly on a pattern her fingers were tracing on her quilt. "Then you can decide if you're really comfortable being with me in front of all our friends…" her voice was soft as she trailed off.

Sam was in the room and had her face in his hands and was kissing her hard before he realised he had moved.

"You" kiss, "Are" kiss, "Beautiful," he kissed her again and again. "I am so excited to finally be with you with our friends and have everyone be jealous of me," Sam smiled sweetly at her.

"I want to do this, Sam," Mercedes told him, frowning, "For me. For us."

"Do… Do what exactly?" Sam stammered a little, his throat suddenly itchy.

"I want to be naked with you and I want to touch each other," she said, and Sam was amazed she was able to get through the statement calmly because hearing it made him have heart palpitations.

"Are you sure?" Sam asked, "I mean, I'll never say no to you, but I never want to pressure you. I want you to be sure you want this, babe."

Mercedes nodded and the way her eyes met his then took away Sam's breath. It was times like these when Sam knew he loved her. He would do anything to keep her safe and protect her and keep her in his life.

"I'm sure, Sammy," she hummed at him, and the ease in her voice convinced Sam more than anything his hormones had to say about it.

"Okay, where do you want to start?" Sam asked, frazzled. He was just as inexperienced at this as Mercedes, but she seemed to be handling it so much better than him. He felt like she must be able to see a cartoon heart beating out of his chest right now.

"Just kiss me, you fool," she laughed at him and cupped his cheek with her palm, fitting his ear between her fingers and stroking his hair at the roots. Sam kissed her hungrily, mashing their lips, their tongues, their souls together in that one moment. Here would be the perfect moment, Sam, he told himself. Just say it. I love you. I love you. I love y-

"I love you kissing me," Mercedes sighed and her hand found Sam's, dragging it to the hem of her shirt.

The moment was gone, and within several heady seconds so was Mercedes's shirt. Her bra was black today, with a tiny bow sitting in the cleavage of her breasts like a present just for Sam to unwrap.

It was passion now. He had been undressing her last time for the experience of it. Now it had become all fingers and buttons and zips on both their parts. Eager and horny meant they made short work of Sam's button-down shirt and jeans, leaving him in his black boxers. His fingers paused on Mercedes's fly.

"Are you really sure?" he whispered. Words sounded too loud in the quiet sanctity of the experience.

"Do it, or I'll do it myself," she grinned and Sam grinned back wickedly. This was his girl. This girl who loved him touching her as much as he loved to touch her. This girl who didn't play games with him or use him, or try to hide the fact that she enjoyed sex. Not that they had had sex or were going to…

"Sam!" Mercedes groaned in frustration, "Any day now!"

"Wow, pushy," Sam joked and eased the zipper down gently. Her panties were a bright, lacy pink. Sam couldn't help staring. All hurry gone, he eased her jeans down a little and she lifted her hips to help him pull them off. He threw them aside without a second glance. All his glances were directed to the tiny damp spot on Mercedes's underwear.

"Fuck," he breathed heavily, "You should know that you're the first girl I've ever seen in her underwear. But, you're definitely the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen in her underwear."

Sam knew he was talking nonsense and knew that he should probably look her in the eye instead of the vagina sometime soon, but he felt frozen. It was only when he heard a vague unclipping noise and a rustle of fabric that he raised his eyes to see Mercedes dangling her bra in front of him. He didn't know why his eyes focused on the fabric first, but they did. Uncomprehending, his gaze fell on the scrap of lace, instead of leaping to the nude figure beyond it.

"It's Victoria's Secret," Mercedes grinned, "I got it on sale. Don't tell Kurt."

"It's… lovely," Sam choked out. Now he was stuck inspecting the brassiere. He felt like he would be judged for the slightest glance towards her at this point, so he merely stared at it.

"Sam?" Mercedes said uncertainly, obviously put off by his sudden idiocy. "Do… Do you want me to put it back on?" she said quietly, and Sam could hear the pain of rejection in her tone.

"Please don't!" Sam's voice broke as he spoke urgently, his head flying up at her words and his gaze landing on her bare breasts. Her nipples began to pucker and Sam's underwear tented as he got harder.

"Oh, babe…" he said softly, "You're so gorgeous…"

Her breasts were large, and sagged a little, unsupported as they were. He could see a few faint stretch lines. He found himself salivating at the thought of putting his mouth on her.

"Touch them?" she offered him, as if she were offering him an entrée, and took his hand and placed it on her left breast. She let out a little gasp as his thumb rubbed experimentally over her nipple.

"Good?" Sam asked her, unsure.

Mercedes bit her lip and moaned when he did it again.

"Take off your pants," she ordered him, and suddenly Sam's world was thrown off-course.

"Oh, wow… Are you…"

"Sam Evans, if you ask me if I'm sure one more damned time, I will put my clothes back on and walk out!" Mercedes exploded, "And… I don't care if it is my house!"

Sam removed his underwear without a second thought. His erection was painfully hard, and there was no way of hiding it from her, so he merely knelt on her bed and felt her eyes run over him.

"Does it hurt?" she asked in a hushed tone and Sam found himself smiling at the innocence of the question.

"Yeah, but in a really good way," he told her, "It's like an aching feeling."

"Over me?" she asked in such a reverent tone that Sam reached out for her hand.

"I literally ache for you," he told her sappily with a self-mocking grin, and slowly began to guide her hand towards it. Mercedes was curious. His eyes rolled back as her fingers traced the hood at the tip.

"It's really soft," she said in an interested tone. Sam looked at her in disbelief and she laughed and continued, "I meant your skin here. It's all velvety, even though it's rock solid."

Suddenly Mercedes cracked up. Her laughter was contagious and even though Sam had no idea what she was laughing at, he found himself chuckling along with her.

"What's so funny?" he grinned.

"I can't tell you," she giggled, "It's such an inappropriate thought to have when you see your boyfriend's penis for the first time."

"Tell me or I'll put Sam Junior away and you won't be allowed to play with him anymore," Sam warned her with a smile.

"Fine," she grinned, "I was wondering whether Kurt spends as much time getting his skin down there smooth as he does on his face! I mean, imagine how velvety his must be with all the exfoliating!" Sam cracked up. He loved her.

"Should I be worried that you saw my dick and your mind immediately jumped to Kurt's?" he teased.

"It probably gleams!" she howled and threw herself down on the bed in hysterical fits of laughter.

Sam lay down next to her and his dick lightly brushed her thigh.

She stopped laughing immediately and leaned up on one elbow to look at him carefully.

"I want you," she said softly. "I don't want to have full on sex, but… touching?" she presented the option so hesitantly that Sam smiled. Like he would ever turn down that offer.

"I think you're wearing too many clothes though," Sam quipped and Mercedes laughed.

"Hang on," she said and shimmied out of her panties quickly. "Better?"

"Fuuuuck," Sam sighed happily.

"We've now officially seen each other naked," she grinned.

"Stop talking," Sam growled and ran his hand over her hip and between her thighs. Mercedes bit her lip as he teased her a little, then slipped his finger a little deeper and found her wet. "Oh, you're going to kill me," he told her as she moaned slightly.

She pulled him to her and kissed him passionately, "More," she demanded.

Sam happily obliged, his fingers stroking smoothly. They brushed against a little nub and Mercedes shivered. Sam felt a tension run through her thighs as he brushed it.

"Wow, it's like a rubber band," he mused and Mercedes snorted out a laugh.

"Romantic!" she said dubiously.

"It's not my fault that private parts are ridiculous!" he grinned at her and flicked his fingers over the bump again. He began to lay kisses to her neck as he stroked and her breath was coming in quick little whiny pants. Suddenly brave, Sam bent his neck to suckle on her nipple and Mercedes through back her head and cried out wordlessly, trembling.

Sam froze and watched her come.

He only vaguely recognised that he was humping into the sheets with his hips. Mercedes's eyes came back into focus and she immediately grabbed Sam by the hand and guided him towards his dick.

"Show me what you like," she pleaded, and Sam wrapped her hand around his dick and wrapped his hand around hers, threading their fingers together. Their eyes met and never broke away as Sam moved their hands quickly and firmly, pumping his cock expertly, but teaching her. Sam felt the pressure begin and he felt his jaw slacken and a guttural noise escape his lips. He kept staring at Mercedes.

He came.

He kept staring at Mercedes, looked deep into her beautiful brown eyes and felt himself drown in them as their hands wrung every last drop of pleasure out of him that they could.

They breathed in each other heavily for a few moments, letting the realities of the evening settle.

Mercedes was the first to move. She kissed him softly and smiled.

"I guess you can see me in a swimsuit now," she winked.

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