Disclaimer: I still own nothing associated with Glee.

Beta Credit: jlbassmaster(This chapter would have been absolutely terrible without his infinite wisdom.)

A/N: So, I imagine that after putting Rory through what I put him through in the last chapter, he deserves what happens in this chapter. There's really not too much plot to this one. After this chapter, we'll return to our regularly scheduled storyline.

The Plan That Actually Worked
Chapter Seven: Trust

When Rory awoke, his eyes burned from crying. He knew that it wasn't even close to morning yet. Something was amiss, but he couldn't put his finger on what it was, so he just lay with his head on Sam's chest, deep in thought.

He sighed quietly as he remembered the events that had led up to that moment, the conversation with his brother. He felt proud that he'd actually come out to Seamus. It made him feel strong, even if, right now, he felt like breaking. Somewhere deep inside, he took comfort in the fact that his mother and brother loved him just the same, whether he was allowed to communicate with them or not, but there was a strange feeling of emptiness left by knowing that, an ocean away, his father had completely written him off. Rory tried so hard to make his father proud. He'd excelled in school and sports, and was, by all accounts, the model son. His parents' friends used to rave over how well-behaved he was, and how they wished their kids were more like Rory.

Rory had known for years that he was gay, but he'd worked so hard to keep it hidden, not wanting to disappoint his father. His eyes stung with unshed tears as he realized that he had, in fact, disappointed him. His father once went on a tangent after on of his friend's sons came out as gay.

"I'm telling you, Rory," he'd said, casually flipping through the channels as he lounged in his favorite chair. "I always knew that Riley boy wasn't right. He was always a little..." His father made an effeminate gesture with his wrist. Rory shifted uncomfortably in his seat as his father laughed and continued with a snort of derision. "Disgusting. If you or your brother ever told me you were like that," he said, wrinkling his nose in distaste. "You'd be out on your arse so fast it'd make your head spin."

So, he had known that his father would react exactly like that, but there was a difference between knowing something in theory and actually seeing it happen. Pain shot through his heart at the idea of not being able to see Seamus or his mother again, but he pushed it aside. He had known the consequences of telling his family, and now he had to live with them and hope that, maybe one day, his father would reconsider, however unlikely that event was. He decided to make peace with what he had lost for the time being and just focus on everything he had. He was still devastated, but he started to relax slightly as he felt Sam's arm tighten instinctively around his waist, holding him together. After seeing Sam's reaction earlier, he wanted to be strong for him.

Suddenly, he realized what was wrong with the scene. Sam's breathing was far too deliberate, not the usual deep, even breaths that accompanied sleep.

"S-Sam?" Rory asked quietly. "Are you asleep?"

"No." His voice was low and even. Rory could recognize that there was anger burning behind his tone. Sam worked to relax his voice. "Are you okay?" What a stupid question, Sam thought. Of course he's not.

"I knew what would happen," Rory replied quietly, his fingers sliding across the front of Sam's shirt as he tried very hard to pay attention to anything other than his own thoughts.

Sam's hands balled into fists against Rory's back. "And that's an excuse?"

"Sammy," Rory worked to try and soothe his boyfriend. "I'm okay. I know that my mam and Seamus still love me, no matter what my da says, and that's enough. Plus, it's hard to focus on all that's wrong with my life when you're holding me. I love you, and that makes everything a little easier."

Rory wasn't lying, the closeness with Sam was the only thing keeping him from falling apart. He snuggled closer into his boyfriend's side, determined to push the unpleasantness out of his mind and just live in the moment, where he was safe, loved, and warm in Sam's arms.

The blonde was frozen with shock and emotion. His boyfriend had just, for all intents and purposes, been kicked out of his family. He'd been accused of unspeakable things and told that he was perverted and sick, diseased, but here he was talking about how much he was thankful for.

"You're amazing, Rory," Sam said, his voice thick and quiet. "I love you more than anything else in the world. I swear, I'll find a way to fix this."

Rory looked up toward Sam's face and smiled fondly, stroking his cheek lightly. "Sam, there's nothing to be fixed. We're together and that's what matters. I have you, and that's more than I ever dreamed I'd have."

Sam stared into Rory's eyes, overcome by his love for the Irish boy. Rory never ceased to amaze him. After all he'd been through that night, Sam had expected Rory to curl into a ball and become all but despondent, but he hadn't. Even though anyone else in his situation would just let the hopelessness wash over them, Rory had chosen to find goodness and cling to it like a life-preserver. Even with all the hate, Rory had focused on the beauty.

The light had returned to Rory's eyes. There was still sadness hidden deep inside, but the spark had returned, the devious glint that Sam had fallen in love with. Rory saw the emotion on Sam's face and brought his fingers to ghost across Sam's cheek, a small smile on his lips. Sam's heart fluttered at the sight.

"God, Rory," Sam said breathlessly, claiming his lips. He slid out of Rory's arms to position himself above him before reconnecting their mouths, lips sliding together passionately, all emotion and love, until both boys were rendered breathless and had to break the kiss in order to catch their breath. The time between kissing was not wasted as the blonde quickly removed Rory's shirt, kissing his neck as he tossed the shirt to the floor and removed his own.

He watched as Rory's eyes widened at the sight of Sam shirtless. The younger boy leaned up and pressed kisses to Sam's shoulder as his fingers slid along his muscled chest. Sam had never been more in love with Rory than he was at that moment. He leaned down and kissed him again lovingly. His heart fluttered as he got an idea for a more substantial way to show Rory how much he loved him, how much he trusted him.

"Rory," he whispered against the boy's lips before pulling back a few inches.

"Hmm?" Rory asked, his voice breathless from kissing.

Sam brought his lips to the boy's ear. "I want you to take me."

Rory froze beneath him. "What?" he asked shakily.

"You heard me. I trust you. I want to give myself to you."

A shudder rippled through Rory's body. "Sam," he mouthed, unable to find his voice. Sam quickly rolled the pair over so that he was underneath the slender boy before surging their lips together again. Rory ground his hips down experimentally. A low throaty groan escaped Sam, his fingers sliding down Rory's bare back and past the waistband on his pajamas, trying to slide them down from an odd angle.

The brunette realized what he was trying to do and obliged, shucking down the cotton pants and tossing them aside before removing Sam's.

As he returned to his position above his boyfriend, Rory gazed into his bright green eyes. He seemed so sure of his decision, but Rory was intensely nervous. He knew firsthand how much sex hurt the first time, and the thought of hurting Sam wasn't something Rory could handle. The Irish boy bit his lip anxiously.

"Sammy, are you sure?" he asked apprehensively.

"Yes, I'm sure," Sam answered, stroking his fingers through Rory's hair soothingly.

"I don't want to hurt you, and-"

Sam put a finger to the fretting boy's lips. "Rory, I want this. I trust you." He laced their fingers together on the mattress. "I love you."

Rory smiled and kissed Sam lightly on the lips. "I love you, too, Sammy."

Rory trailed his fingers down the expanse of Sam's chest as he slid himself down to rest between his boyfriend's legs, sitting cross-legged and looking very much out of his element. He knew everything that he was supposed to do, having had it done to him, but he floundered over how to start.

"My suitcase," Sam prompted, pointing in the direction of the bag.

Rory's face screwed up in confusion. He opened his mouth to question, but suddenly understanding washed over him as he realized what was inside the duffel bag. He stretched to reach where the bag sat on the floor, rustling around until he procured a small bottle and a foil packet.

Sam sat up to take the bottle from his hand and thumb the cap open. "Give me your hand," he said. Rory rested his hand, face up, in Sam's palm. The blonde kissed his boyfriend's fingers before coating them with a generous amount of the slippery liquid and guiding the hand down between his legs.

Rory watched his hand as though it belonged to someone else until he felt pressure against his fingertips as Sam pressed them against his opening.

"You won't hurt me, baby. Relax," Sam soothed, letting go of Rory's fingers.

The Irish boy swallowed thickly and traced his fingers across Sam's hole, eyes intensely focused on his ministrations. He applied pressure, watching his fingers slide wetly past the tight ring of muscle before disappearing inside of Sam. He twisted his finger as he worked it and out. Looking up, he saw Sam's eyes on him, watching with a mix of love and want. Rory shuddered involuntarily and slowly began working Sam open with a second finger.

A quiet hiss escaped Sam's lips as he felt himself being stretched, but the pain was overshadowed by the look of lust that had settled on Rory's face. Sam's head fell back against the pillow as he felt Rory's fingers suddenly stroked a spot inside him that sent pleasure shooting through his body.

"Right there," he whispered in a surprised whimper. Rory smiled to himself at his success and repeated the motion, twisting his fingers just so in order to brush against that spot again. Before too long, Sam had fallen apart, whispering little cries of 'oh god' as Rory added a third finger and began to stretch him further. After what felt like an eternity, Rory brought his free hand to start pumping Sam's length where it lay, hard and heavy, against his stomach.

"God, Rory," Sam whined. "Please..." The plea died on his lips, but Rory understood. He slid his fingers out and, with a shaky hand, reached out to tear open the little packet and put on the condom.

"Come here," Sam said, pulling Rory up to kiss him, wrapping his arms around the boy's neck. When they had to break the kiss to breathe, Sam brought a hand to stroke Rory's cheek with his knuckles. The sweat was beginning to bead on his forehead from the heat of the small bedroom causing his hair to stick to his forehead. Sam brushed a stray lock aside and smiled up at his boyfriend. Something about seeing Rory this way made Sam feel safe.

He had always felt as though he was the strong one in the relationship, the more dominant. The younger boy was always quiet and shy, but seeing Rory above him reminded Sam that his boyfriend could take control. Sam wanted him to have that control. He wanted to give himself to Rory completely, put himself entirely in Rory's hands.

Sam kissed Rory's shoulder, sucking lightly at the prominently protruding collarbone, eliciting a quiet moan. "I'm ready, Rory." His voice was low and rough. "Take me."

Rory moaned desperately at the words before surging their lips together and positioning himself so that he was pressing against Sam's opening.

"I love you so much, Sammy," Rory whispered against his lips, his voice thick with emotion.

"I love you, too, Rory."

The younger boy pushed forward into Sam, feeling the tight ring of muscle stretch around him. Sam hissed at the pain, but tried to think past it. He didn't want Rory to see that it hurt him. He had known that pain was going to be a part of it. He closed his eyes and did his best to breathe normally, to relax into it. Before long, he felt Rory become fully sheathed inside of him.

The feeling of fullness was almost surreal. He felt Rory trembling as he tried his best to stay perfectly still.

Rory's eyes had slid closed, his full bottom lip trapped between his teeth. Sam reached up and slid his thumb across the lip to free it. Rory's eyes fluttered open, his blue eyes a shade darker than usual and burning with passion.

"What does it feel like?" Sam asked, his voice low.

"So amazing." The words came out as a whined moan. "So t-tight."

Sam knew how torturous it was to be inside of the tight heat and not be able to move. His own pain was subsiding into a dull ache and he wanted to feel Rory moving, to watch Rory react to being inside him. The blonde pushed himself down onto Rory, forcing him to move. A moan slipped past Rory's lips as he took the hint.

Rory slid out, agonizingly slowly, and rolled his hips to bury himself to the hilt.

"O-Oh God," Sam moaned, instinctively wrapping his hands around Rory's bicep as if to anchor himself to the bed. He felt the muscles tensing beneath his fingers as Rory continued to thrust into him, brushing against the spot that made Sam lose control over the words that tumbled from his lips.

"More, please," Sam begged, wrecked as he watched and felt Rory take him over completely. He felt so connected to his boyfriend in that moment. He felt as though they were one. He reveled in the way Rory's eyes had fluttered shut again, the way his face was flushed a deep pink with exertion and arousal, the sounds that poured from him as he continued to take Sam as his own.

Sam knew that the new combination of physical, visual, and auditory stimulation was going to send him over the edge quickly, but judging from the needy whines coming from Rory, he wouldn't be far behind.

"I-I'm close, baby," Sam moaned.

"Me too," Rory replied, surging their lips together.

Rory reached down and wrapped his fingers around Sam's shaft, fisting it quickly until the blonde was panting into his mouth and his seed spill across his fingers. He felt Sam's body clenching around him as he thrust inside of him.

"Let go, Rory," Sam said, voice rough and quiet. "Come for me."

"O-Oh..." Rory whined. Sam's words coupled with the amazing tight heat wrapped around him threw Rory over the edge. He came hard, whimpering out a declaration of his love for Sam as his release crashed over him.

He collapsed on top of Sam's spent body, kissing him urgently as he came down from his high. He slid out of Sam and disposed of the condom, grabbing his shirt from the floor and using it to clean off Sam's stomach before he curled up against Sam's side, completely sated and content.

"That was amazing, Sammy," he said sleepily, tracing his fingers across Sam's chest. "Thank you. So much."

Sam laughed breathlessly. "You don't have to thank me. I wanted to. Can I ask a favor?"

"Anything."

"Will you hold me?" Sam asked, suddenly feeling a bit shy.

Rory smiled brightly, rolling to his back and opening his arms. "Of course, Sammy."

Sam nuzzled against Rory's chest and felt Rory thread his fingers into his hair, stroking softly. Rory leaned down and kissed him sweetly on the lips.

"I love you so much," he said, smiling.

Sam kissed him once more, a quick peck, pulling the blankets over them. "I love you, too. More than you'll ever know."

The pair quickly fell asleep, warm and content in each other's arms.

A/N: Reviews are fantastic! I promise that there will be plot and good stuff in the next chapter. :)