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Beta Credit: jlbassmaster
Alright, ladies and jellyspoons, I'm back. :) Sorry for the super long hiatus, but we are up and running again. Believe it or not we're nearing the end of this story (probably only one or two chapters left). So...again...I apologize for the break and hope this makes up for it.
The Plan That Actually Worked
Chapter 18: Welcome Back
"Rory?" Sam's eyes flew the rest of the way open, becoming almost comically wide. A soft chuckle escaped the brunet at the stunned expression. "You—You're home!"
Sam sat up quickly and pulled Rory into a bone crushing hug, resting his head on the younger boy's shoulder to let the familiar, comforting scent of his boyfriend's cologne wash over him. Rory was home. Rory was in his arms. Rory was safe. And for the first time in a week, Sam could take a full breath. He felt Rory's fingers sliding through his hair.
Rory laughed softly at Sam's uncontained excitement.
"Yep," he confirmed cheerfully. "Oh God, I missed you so much!" He mumbled against the skin of Sam's shoulder, letting his hands roam across his boyfriend's bare back, rememorizing every curve of the well-defined muscles.
He captured Sam's lips again and softly guided him back against the mattress, pausing to remove his own shirt as he positioned himself above his boyfriend and deepened the kiss.
After a few minutes, Sam broke away, his breathing ragged and feeling more than a little high from finally tasting Rory's lips again. "W-Wait," he panted, dizzy and warring with his desire to do anything but wait. "What about school? And Burt and Carole?"
Rory gave him a chaste kiss on the lips, smiling. "Kurt talked to Mr. Hummel and you're excused from school for the day. Everyone's gone."
Sam laughed breathlessly. "How did you manage that?"
Rory echoed the laugh. "I left everything to Kurt. People don't tend to argue with Kurt. Or if they do, they never win."
Sam stretched up and captured Rory's lips again, a quiet laugh escaping his throat. "Remind me to thank Kurt later." He felt Rory's lips turn up into a smile against his own as he rolled them both so that he was over top of Rory, rolling his hips against the Irish boy's and eliciting a quiet moan.
He let his hands slide across Rory's chest and down his stomach as he kissed his way down the other boy's neck, mouthing over the skin with a clear intent to leave a mark. Rory's hips arched off the bed as he felt Sam suck roughly against his neck. Sam's hands busied themselves with the button on the front of the other boy's jeans, making short work of it and prompting Rory to lift his hips so he could slide them and his underwear down his legs.
Rory kicked them off quickly and tugged at the waistband of Sam's underwear, which quickly found their way to the floor next to Rory's discarded clothing. Sam brought his hips down roughly to create much needed friction between them, reveling in the sounds that he missed so much slipping past Rory's lips. He almost hated to put a stop to them, but he couldn't fight the urge to kiss him any longer.
They kissed indulgently, having nothing but time to spare. Rory's hands wove themselves into Sam's hair, his fingernails scratching lightly against Sam's scalp in a way that drove the blond crazy. He heard himself quietly moan Rory's name as he pressed their lips together again in a kiss that was all pure love and desire.
"P-Please, Sam," Rory whined brokenly. "I missed you so much."
Heat flooded through Sam's veins and pooled in his stomach at Rory's words. He rocked his hips down once more and another whimper tumbled from Rory's lips before reaching into his nightstand and dropped a bottle and a foil packet on the mattress beside him.
Sam sat up, partially straddling Rory, and let his fingertips slide teasingly across Rory's chest and belly. The Irish boy's eyes rolled back at his touch and he lifted his hips, rutting against Sam's ass. Sam knew there was no way that either of them were going to last very long, but even so, he couldn't help himself. Watching Rory fall apart underneath his hands was too much to resist. He let his hands roam across his chest, sliding his thumbs across the pebbled buds of his nipples as he slid down further to kneel between Rory's spread legs.
He let his palms drag lightly across Rory's upper body as they made their way to his thighs, alternating between massaging the tight muscles and ghosting his fingertips across the sensitive skin of his inner thighs until he felt the teen practically vibrating with need, quiet, half-articulated pleas falling freely from his mouth.
Sam thumbed open the cap of the bottle and coated his fingers with the slick substance before sliding up to rest next to Rory's face. Rory surged forward and kissed him urgently, his fingers knotting themselves in Sam's mess of hair. He kissed Rory as he stretched him, swallowing the whines of discomfort that turned to moans of pleasure.
Rory barely distanced himself from Sam's lips as he whined. "Please, Sammy. I-I need you."
His hands unknotted themselves from Sam's hair and fumbled inexpertly with the wrapper, finally tearing it open and sitting up to roll it over his boyfriend's length, unable to stop himself from letting his hand linger over the heated flesh, enveloping it in the tight circle of his hands for a few strokes. Sam moaned quietly and pushed Rory back down and connecting their mouths again.
Sam lifted Rory's legs to rest on his shoulders, feeling the other boy's calves wrap themselves around his neck. He lined himself up with Rory's entrance and leaned down to connect their mouths again, kissing him passionately as he pushed past the tight ring of muscle slowly until he bottomed out. Rory whined against his lips and Sam stilled his hips and carded his fingers through his boyfriend's hair, their eyes locked with each other's, unable to look away from what they'd missed for what seemed like an eternity.
A small smile touched Rory's face and he pushed back against Sam's hips, his thumb sliding sweetly across the apple of Sam's cheek. Sam turned his head and kissed Rory's palm as he pulled out and rolled his hips forward. Rory hummed out a soft moan, his eyes fluttering closed at the sensation. His cheeks were flushed and his hair was an absolute mess, but Sam was struck by how beautiful Rory was.
He brought his hand between them and wrapped his fist around Rory's shaft, pumping it in time with his thrusts and reveling in the sound of Rory's breathing becoming more ragged and the way he started squirming needily beneath him. Rory was desperately rocking his hips back to meet Sam's thrusts and his fingers were scrabbling against Sam's shoulder as he moaned out the blond's name as well as insistently pleading for more.
Sam was eager to oblige so he quickened his pace, rolling his hips into Rory in a way he worried might be almost too rough, but Rory didn't seem to be complaining. He panted desperately as he reached up to grip Sam's bicep. "S-Sam..."he whined. "So close, Sam."
The blond tightened his fist and began stroking his boyfriend faster, eliciting a loud keening moan from Rory. "So close, Sam. Oh..Oh God!" Rory cried, his voice shaky and stilted. If Rory had been capable of catching his breath, the words would have come out as a scream. "Oh God, don't stop. I-I'm c-coming!"
He surged up and captured Sam's mouth, pulling him down and kissing him as he moaned out his release against his boyfriend's lips. The sound was enough to push Sam over the edge, crying out as his own orgasm took him by surprise. He collapsed from the weight of it, Rory's legs falling from his shoulders. He kissed Rory deeply as he rode out his release, panting and softly whining against his lips.
The kiss slowly lost its urgency until they were kissing just because neither wanted to break away. There was no need anymore, only love and sated contentment. Sam gave Rory a chaste kiss and pulled back to look at his face, brushing a stray lock of chestnut hair from his forehead and pressing a kiss to the skin, whispering, "I love you, Rory. So much."
Rory's tired face lit up in a bright smile. "Love you, too, Sammy," he said, sleepily enthusiastic.
Sam laughed lightly at Rory's tone. He pressed a soft kiss to the Irish boy's closed eyelids and shifted to clean up. He rolled off the bed and padded to the bathroom, returning with a warm cloth. Rory sighed contentedly as Sam cleaned him up and tossed the cloth on the floor, settling onto the bed and pulling his sleepy boyfriend into his arms. He knew it was a feat that Rory had managed to stay awake at all.
As expected, the moment Rory rested his head against Sam's chest, he fell asleep entirely. Sam kissed the top of his head and quickly drifted off himself, warm and finally comfortable.
When Sam woke up, the sun was beaming through the window; it had to be at least noon. He just brought his arm to cover his eyes, groaning at the brightness. He heard a throaty chuckle and lifted his head to see Rory coming back into his room wearing a pair of his sweatpants and carrying a plate with two sandwiches on it.
"I was going to wake you up earlier, but you looked exhausted so I let you sleep," Rory said kindly, sitting down next to Sam and handing him a half sandwich and taking his hand, lacing their fingers together. "Didn't you sleep at all while I was gone?"
Sam took a bite and shook his head. "I probably did a little, but I had a hard time with it. I didn't like not knowing where you were. It made me nervous."
Rory set the plate down on Sam's nightstand and slid closer to his boyfriend's side, worried. Judging by how quickly he inhaled his half of the sandwich, Sam hadn't eaten much either.
Rory's face screwed up in concern and he pressed a kiss to the top of Sam's head before whispering. "I love you, Sammy. I'm not leaving you again."
"I love you, too, Rory," Sam promised, his voice cracking around the words. Rory put his hands on Sam's shoulders, pushing him back to see his face.
"Did you hear what I said?" Rory asked insistently. When Sam cocked his head to the side in confusion, he continued. "I said I'm not leaving you again."
Sam's face was a mask of confusion, sadness touching his eyes. "Yes, you are. You're going to have to fly home for the summer and you might not get to come back next year. Rory, I can't..." Sam trailed off, his emotions crashing down on him all at once.
He felt himself being pulled closer to Rory's side. Rory rubbed circles on his back and whispered soothing nonsense in his ear until he felt the blond begin to relax in his arms.
"Love, do you know what happened after you left?" Sam shook his head. "My mother and I stayed up all night and talked about what we were going to do."
Sam still looked perplexed so Rory continued. "She says she wants a new start. She doesn't feel safe living so close to my father. Did you know that all he does is drive back and forth in front of my grandparent's house? Sam, she doesn't want to stay in Ireland anymore. She wants to come to America."
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