Sam and Quinn didn't go out much in January. Just once, in fact, and they got Tina to sit. She claimed not to be available at first, but Sam said to her, "I know Blaine asked you to turn us down because he needs the money. But isn't he at school, and isn't his school a couple hours away?" Actually Sam knew exactly how far away Blaine's school was, as he had mapped out the route online many times. And...he had driven out there once.
Because it was easy enough not to see Blaine again. It was harder not to call him, though he managed it. But it was impossible not to think about him. And he tried, he really tried.
He tried having lots of sex with his wife. He tried avoiding sex with his wife. He tried watching straight porn. He tried watching gay porn. As soon as he realized that the only gay porn he got off to was the stuff with a "daddy" and a barely legal teen he stopped watching porn altogether. And scrubbed his browser history. And decided it was really time for a new laptop anyway and erased the hard drive of his old one before getting rid of it.
But he couldn't erase his memory, and he couldn't erase his desire to hold Blaine again, to kiss him, and, yes, to fuck him again. To fuck him while Blaine said, "Please, daddy, please!"
One morning in early February he was driving out to a job when the client called. She was so sorry, she knew Sam was supposed to start on her kitchen today, but could he possibly wait a day? All three of her kids—a four-year-old and eighteen-month-old twins—were sick and cranky and it was just chaos today. Sam told her he understood and it was fine, he could start tomorrow.
And he had a whole day in front of him with nothing to do and nowhere to be.
Of course, there was always paperwork and other business stuff that had to be done. But he hadn't been planning on doing that stuff today anyway.
He found himself calling Blaine.
"Mmm...'lo?" Shit, Blaine even sounded sexy when he was half asleep. Sam was in the habit of starting work no later than seven, so he hadn't even thought about it being early when he called.
"Blaine. It's...Mr. Evans."
"Oh!" Blaine sounded wide awake now.
"I was wondering if you'd...be available to babysit today?"
"Yes! Um, what time?"
"Actually I don't need you to babysit."
"Are you sure? Because I can, I mean I won't do anything—"
"What I really wanted to ask is if I could see you."
"Yes! I was..." Blaine lowered his voice and added, "I was worried I might never see you again, and I really want to. When?"
"Right away. Or soon as I can get there, I'm still in Lima. How much trouble will you be in if you skip some classes today?"
"Not too much," Blaine said in a way Sam didn't totally believe. "I mean, I never have before, so once won't hurt."
Oh God, it was bad enough Sam couldn't leave this underage boy alone, now he was actually trying to get in the way of his education. "Blaine, I'm sorry, this was a bad idea. I shouldn't have called."
"No! It wasn't a bad idea! Please..." He paused for a moment and then whispered, "I'm not totally alone. Can I text you?"
Sam took a deep breath and said, "No."
"No? Okay, just don't hang up—"
"Don't text me because I won't be able to read it. I'll be driving. To Westerville."
Sam made one stop on the way: he stopped at a drugstore in Dublin, pulled some cash out of an ATM, and bought some lube. When he pulled into the McDonalds parking lot a few blocks away from Dalton, Blaine was waiting for him, wearing sweat pants, tennis shoes, and a hoodie.
He got in the car, and Sam touched his shoulder. "Aren't you cold, sweetheart?"
"A little," Blaine admitted, "but I told my roommate I was going jogging, so..."
"Aw, and I was looking forward to seeing you in your school uniform."
Blaine looked down at his gray sweats. "I'm sorry, Mr. Evans! I know I don't look very good like this."
"Blaine." Sam lifted Blaine's chin so the boy would look at him. "You're beautiful. I was only joking. You look amazing in anything." Or in nothing, he thought but didn't add. There was still time to not do this. At least he should give Blaine a chance to back out. "Do you...You know why I wanted to see you, don't you?"
Blaine looked down again and peered up at Sam through his eyelashes. "Because you want to do dirty things to me? Daddy?"
Oh, fuck. Sam was such a goner. "And do you want your daddy to do dirty things to you?"
Blaine smiled coquettishly and nodded. Sam leaned across Blaine for the seatbelt. He fastened him in, saying, "Gotta keep you safe, sweetheart."
He drove them to the hotel that he had scoped out on his first drive out to Westerville. He told Blaine to wait in the car while he went inside for a room, trying to act like there was nothing unusual about paying cash for a hotel room at nine in the morning. And maybe there wasn't anything unusual about it. People had affairs all the time. Sam was hardly the only adulterer in the world.
God, he shouldn't have left Blaine in the car. He didn't have pangs of conscience when he was around Blaine. Not as much anyway.
He didn't have any pangs at all when he got Blaine to the room. He picked him up, carried him to the bed, laid him down, and undressed him wordlessly. Blaine blushed as Sam stood over him, raking over every inch of his body with his eyes. His cock got so hard he was afraid it was going to pop the button off his jeans. "So gorgeous, baby," he whispered.
Quickly shedding his own clothes, Sam stroked himself lightly. "Can I do that, daddy?" Blaine asked.
"Not yet, sweetheart. You can touch daddy's cock, but not yet."
Blaine whined a little, but his whine turned into a whimper when Sam knelt over him and kissed him. He sucked and nipped at Blaine's earlobe and whispered to him, "Who do you belong to, baby?"
"You, daddy," Blaine answered without hesitating.
"Do you let any of the boys at your school touch you?"
"No. There's only one who wants to anyway."
"Yeah? This boy who wants in your pants? We need to show him you belong to someone else, don't we?"
Blaine nodded. "Do you wanna...mark me?" he asked, baring his neck invitingly. So what could Sam do? Of course he sucked a series of hickeys into the boy's smooth flesh while Blaine writhed and moaned beneath him. When he raised his head to study the bruises he'd left, Blaine gazed up at him and asked, "I really belong to you now, daddy?"
Sam stroked his hair and said, "You really do, baby."
Blaine clung to him and said, "I'm so glad. I was so worried you never wanted to see me again."
Fuck. Sam realized he had just promised to keep seeing Blaine. Which was exactly what he wanted, of course, but still he shouldn't have promised. But he already did, so... "Of course I want to see you again, sweetheart. You just have to understand how hard it is for me to—"
"I know. You're married."
God, Blaine looked so sad when he said that it broke Sam's heart. "Let's not talk about that right now. Right now we're here together." He kissed down Blaine's chest, pulling small whimpers out of him. He kissed down to his stomach and over his hips. He hovered over Blaine's dick, breathing on it heavily. "Look how hard you are for me, baby."
Blaine's cock twitched and he arched up, trying to make contact. "Will you touch it, daddy? Please?"
"Touch what, baby?"
"You like making me say it, don't you? You made me say it last time too."
"I do like making you say it." Sam trailed his fingers up and down Blaine's side while he spoke. "Because you blushed last time and it was so hot. It's so hot that you're so pure and innocent—except when you're with me."
"I can't help it, daddy. I get so crazy when I'm around you."
"So crazy that you're dying for me to touch your...?"
"So crazy, daddy, that I think I'll die if you don't touch my cock," Blaine said, the last two words barely above a whisper. And he blushed again too, it was so fucking hot.
Sam brushed his fingers lightly over Blaine's cock and said, "Such a good boy." Blaine gasped and arched. Sam added a little more pressure and said, "Such a good little boy, and such a gorgeous cock."
Blaine whined even before Sam's tongue touched him. And then when it did touch him, when Sam took his first taste of Blaine's dick, Blaine let out a moan so deep and primal...Sam needed to keep hearing him make that noise. He circled the head with his tongue and he slowly took the whole length in his mouth. Blaine's primal noises continued, and he clutched the blanket in a death grip. Sam no sooner brushed his balls with his fingertips and gave his cock a powerful suck than Blaine was bucking up and shouting, "Daddy! God, daddy!" and shooting ropes of salty, warm come down Sam's throat. Sam hadn't really meant to make Blaine come in his mouth, but he found it was incredibly hot that he did. He kept sucking until Blaine was empty.
"I'm sorry, daddy," Blaine said as Sam kissed his thighs. "I didn't mean to—"
"Shh, don't apologize, baby. You're my good little boy, Daddy likes when you come for him." He didn't wait for Blaine to reply before he flipped him on his stomach and spread his legs apart. "You wanna take daddy's cock, baby? You want daddy to fuck you?"
"Please, daddy!"
Sam dove in and started licking Blaine's hole open. He had lube so he could have just stretched him with his fingers, but he loved the noises Blaine made when he was getting rimmed. He sounded so desperate, even though he just came, and soon he was humping the mattress and biting down on the pillow. "You don't have to muffle yourself, baby. You can be loud if you want."
Blaine wailed. He wailed and started humping the bed like crazy—Sam had a hard time keeping his tongue inside him because he was thrashing around so much. "Daddy," he whined, "daddy, I think I might...is it okay if I..."
"Get up on your knees, baby." Blaine did, and Sam grabbed his cock, eliciting the sexiest groan yet from the boy. Plunging his tongue in and out of Blaine's ass, Sam barely had to jerk his cock at all before he was screaming out another orgasm, spraying the sheets below him with come.
When he was finished unloading he collapsed like a rag doll, not even seeming to notice, much less mind, the wet spot under his stomach. "You're so good to me, daddy," he muttered, sounding as if he might fall asleep.
Sam patted him on the butt and stood up. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. Now it's your turn to be good to daddy."
Blaine lifted his head and looked at Sam with gleaming eyes. "Do I get to suck you?"
It wasn't actually what Sam had in mind. He had gotten up to get the lube so he could fuck Blaine. But if his little boy wanted to suck his cock, he could hardly say no. He got the lube out of his coat pocket for later, set it on the bedside table, and stood near Blaine's head. "Do you get to suck me? Have you been a good boy?"
Blaine nodded earnestly and propped himself up on his elbows. "Please, daddy?"
"Well since you've been good..."
After concentrating on Blaine so much, the sensation of a warm, wet tongue on his dick was a shock that almost made him lose his balance. He steadied himself with a hand on Blaine's head, working his fingers through the boy's hair and holding on tight. Blaine didn't have much of a cocksucking technique, but his eagerness and enthusiasm were huge turn-ons. Honestly just getting a blowjob from someone who really wanted to give one was kind of amazing. And Blaine made it seem like Sam was the one doing him a favor by letting him.
While Blaine moaned and sucked with abandon, Sam felt saliva dribbling onto his balls. Then Blaine started rubbing the spit around with his fingers. Sam strengthened his grip on Blaine's hair, and when he felt his balls start to tighten he moved his head away. Blaine looked up at him, his lips bright red, the lower half of his face wet, and his eyes dazed yet unmistakably disappointed. "I wanted to taste you," he said.
"What do you mean, baby?" Sam asked with a chuckle. "You just had my cock in your mouth."
"Yeah, but I mean I wanted you to...you know, in my mouth."
"You wanted me to come in your pretty mouth, sweetheart?"
Blaine bit the tip of his index finger and nodded.
"I'd love to come in your mouth sometime, baby. But right now I have other plans." He maneuvered Blaine onto his stomach again. He grabbed an ass cheek in each hand and pulled them apart, revealing the little hole he'd already worked open with his tongue. He took one more long, slow lick. Then he grabbed the lube and coated the rim, dipping his fingers inside as Blaine squirmed under him. He coated his dick and patted Blaine's ass. "Up on your hands and knees, baby."
"Oh God," Blaine said as he scrambled to obey. He pushed his ass up and toward Sam. "Please, daddy. Please, I want you so bad."
Sam got on his knees behind Blaine. He pushed into him in one slow but steady movement. "Jesus Christ, Blaine, you feel so good," he whispered. Then, because he realized Blaine was holding his breath, he held still and said, "Breathe, sweetheart. Daddy's got you."
Blaine took a few deep breaths and Sam saw his muscles relax. He still didn't move, though, until Blaine started to rock back on his cock.
"How are you doing, baby?" Sam asked, rubbing his back.
"So good, daddy. Please. Please fuck me hard."
As much as Sam loved to hear Blaine ask for it, he didn't wait for him to ask twice. He gripped the boy's hips and held them in place while he fucked into him, harder and faster with each thrust. His hips kept snapping forward, and he looked down at this beautiful boy taking his cock not just willingly but ecstatically, if his shouts of "God!" and "Please!" and "Daddy!" were any indication.
He pounded into Blaine, holding off his orgasm as long as he could. When he felt himself nearing the point of no return, he reached under Blaine and found that his cock was hard again. He jerked it quickly, saying, "I'm gonna come, baby. Think you can come with me?"
Blaine could and did—he started first, in fact, as soon as Sam asked him to. "Daddy, fuck!" were the last actual words he got out before his ear-shattering vocalizations turned to nonverbal groans, squeals, and gasps. His ass clamped down on Sam's cock, jerking it forward every time he thrust into Sam's hand. With Blaine's muscles contracting around him, Sam was relieved of his load in a series of powerful bursts that he felt throughout his body; in fact they consumed his whole consciousness.
After he was depleted he slowly returned to reality. Blaine was slumped forward face-down on the mattress. His ass was still up, and Sam's come was trickling out of it. He collapsed on his back on the bed and pulled Blaine onto his chest. He wrapped an arm around him and kissed the top of his head.
"I suppose I should get you back to school before you get in too much trouble," he said without enthusiasm.
"No, please. It's too nice here, with you holding me."
Sam didn't have it in him to insist on taking Blaine back right away. He pulled the blanket over them and pulled Blaine in a little closer. "How are you, baby? I hope you're not going to be sore."
"I hope I will be," Blaine said. "I know I probably won't get to see you again soon, so I want to feel you as long as I can."
"Yeah?" Sam rubbed his hand over Blaine's butt.
"Yeah. It'll remind me that I belong to you."
Yeah, that stuff about Blaine belonging to him—Sam really shouldn't have said that. It kind of belied his intention not to keep doing this, for one thing. And for another thing, what right did he have to be jealous when it came to Blaine? Why shouldn't Blaine date boys his own age if he wanted to?
And yet, he was jealous. The thought of another guy touching his baby filled him with rage. Hearing Blaine say he belonged to him, on the other hand, filled him with lust and affection. And so instead of saying something reasonable and responsible, he said, "Tell me about this guy who's been bothering you."
"Bothering me?" Blaine asked.
"The guy who wants to fuck you. Does he know you belong to someone?"
"Oh, Sebastian. No, he doesn't know...I didn't want to get you in trouble or me in trouble, so I haven't told anyone. He knows I'm not interested though."
"Good. You let me know if he gives you any trouble. Okay, baby?"
"Okay, daddy."
They lay in bed the rest of the morning, dozing on and off. Around noon Blaine's stomach started rumbling. Sam realized he probably hadn't eaten all day. He kissed his forehead and said, "Come on, sweetheart. I'll buy you lunch. Then I really need to get you back to school."
"Don't wanna," Blaine said petulantly.
"Blaine Anderson, do not talk back to your daddy," Sam said. This time he was only joking about the daddy thing.
Blaine wasn't joking, though, when he made a pouty face and said, "But, daddy, you said you'd let me taste you." He rested his chin on Sam's shoulder and let his hand creep down his chest. Sam felt his dick start to stir again.
"Did I?" he teased. "Are you sure?"
Blaine nodded seriously. "You promised."
"Well. Daddies always keep their promises."
Blaine smiled and his head disappeared under the covers. There was an obscene slurping sound as he sucked Sam's cock into his mouth. As Sam hardened, Blaine had to slide his mouth back because he couldn't take it all anymore. He seemed determined to try, though, and with each bob of his head he took in a little more; it wasn't long before Sam felt himself hitting the back of Blaine's throat. "Fuck, that's good, baby," he said. "But don't make yourself gag, okay?" Blaine didn't listen, at least not until he did gag, and then he let up a bit.
And it was incredible. Quinn never sucked his cock like this. She didn't mind doing it, exactly, but she didn't seem to especially enjoy it either. Blaine clearly enjoyed it. He was humping the mattress while he sucked like there was nothing else in the world he'd rather be doing. And maybe there was nothing.
Sam wasn't even embarrassed to come really soon. This was what Blaine asked for, after all: to taste his come. He held Blaine's head while he unloaded into his willing mouth. "Take my fucking come," he said while his baby moaned as he sucked him dry.
Blaine kept sucking even after Sam's cock went soft. Sam grabbed him under his arms and pulled him up, saying, "Kiss me, sweetheart."
"Was it good, daddy?"
"So good, baby. You're so good at that."
Blaine smiled proudly. "You taste really good."
Sam pulled him in for that kiss. He could taste himself in his boy's mouth, and he loved knowing that Blaine liked that taste.
Blaine squirmed on top of him while they kissed; Sam felt his hard dick rubbing against his abs. He coaxed Blaine's legs onto either side of him to help him get better leverage. Blaine rutted against him, faster and faster, until he stopped suddenly and pulled away from the kiss. "Daddy, I think I'm going to..."
"I know, baby. I told you: I love it when you come."
"Even if it gets on you?" Blaine asked with a slight crack in his voice.
"Especially if it gets on me. Come on. Come for me and show me how much you love me." He grabbed Blaine's ass and urged him along in his thrusting against his abs. Blaine kissed him hard and deep, with a whine coming from the back of his throat.
He only just lifted his head in time to shout, "O-oh, daddy, daddy, daddy..." His come gushed out, leaving little puddles on Sam's chest and stomach. Once he was no longer in the throes of his orgasm he started to apologize. Sam assured him he had nothing to be sorry for, but still he rushed to the bathroom for a towel.
Sam got up too—he was pretty sure if he let Blaine get back in bed with him neither of them would ever get up. They cleaned up and got redressed, and Sam drove them to a nondescript Chinese restaurant down the street.
After ordering, they were both quiet. Before ordering they were able to talk about the menu and what looked good, but now...Sam had no idea what one was supposed to say in this situation. He assumed Blaine had even less idea, so he really needed to be the one to try to say something. "So..." he started, "you mentioned that you had a roommate earlier?"
"Yeah. Everyone does, there aren't any single rooms."
"It's not this Sebastian guy, I hope."
Blaine grinned, mostly to himself. "No. My roommate is sort of friends with Sebastian, but you don't have to worry about him, Mr. Evans."
Sam grumbled indistinctly in response. He wasn't worried about Sebastian, exactly. He just didn't like the guy. Or trust him. Or want him anywhere near Blaine.
When the eggrolls came, Blaine put one on his plate. He looked at it but didn't take a bite. Playing with it a little, he said, "Can I ask you something, Mr. Evans?"
"Of course, sw-...Of course, Blaine."
Blaine leaned across the table and spoke in a near-whisper. "Remember earlier when we were...well, you know, not long before we came here for lunch?"
Sam thought it was a rhetorical question, but Blaine was actually waiting for an answer, so he said, "Yes."
"Well, and you said...you told me to show you how much I love you."
Shit. "Did I? I'm sorry, I may have gotten carried away. I didn't mean that I think you...or that you have to..."
"But I do!" Blaine covered his mouth, but he looked right into Sam's eyes for a moment before looking back at the eggroll and adding, "I hope that's okay."
"It's probably not..." Sam was about to say it probably wasn't a good idea, but he realized it most likely wasn't something Blaine had consciously decided to do. So instead he said, "You can't help the way you feel."
Blaine nodded. He picked up his eggroll and moved it toward his mouth but put it back down without taking a bite. "Do you?" he whispered.
Sam panicked. He thought maybe he did, actually, but that was insane, it was preposterous for a married, 99-percent straight, thirty-year-old man to fall in love with a seventeen-year-old boy he barely knew. He didn't even know Blaine had a roommate until today! And even if he were in love with him—absurd though that would be—it wasn't like he could say it out loud. It wasn't like he could let Blaine think they had a future together. Sure, Blaine would be eighteen in not too long, but Sam would still be married. And even if he didn't love Quinn anymore...and he did, he was pretty sure, as much as he did before, at least, if he didn't compare her to Blaine. And it wouldn't be fair...It wasn't Quinn's fault he had fallen in...Fuck. But even putting aside the question of Quinn, there were his daughters to think of. Did they deserve for their family to be broken up? No. Obviously not. So...
"I'm sorry," Blaine said. "I shouldn't have asked that. Forget I asked that, okay?"
"Let's both forget you asked."
Blaine nodded. He wasn't looking at Sam, but Sam was pretty sure he saw tears starting. Fuck, he wanted to hold him and smooth his hair and tell him of course he loved him and everything would be okay. But he couldn't do that.
Their entrees came, and they ate quickly and without talking, neither of them finishing even half their food. Sam asked if Blaine wanted to take the leftovers back to the dorm, but Blaine didn't think he should go back to school with any evidence of where he'd been.
Back in the car, Blaine asked, "Did you mean it earlier, when you said we'd see each other again? Because if you didn't I'd rather know now—"
"I meant it, sweetheart. I promise. And daddies always—"
"Daddies always keep their promises," Blaine finished for him with a sad smile. "But they don't always."
"Well, I do." He took Blaine's hand and kissed it. "I can't promise when because I don't know. It might be a while. Will you wait for me?"
Blaine nodded solemnly. "As long as I still belong to you. And I'll belong to you as long as you want me to."
Sam started the car but hesitated before pulling out of the parking lot. "I really need to get you back to school, and I need to get back to Lima. But...do you want another reminder? Of how much I want you to belong to me?"
"Like a physical reminder?"
"Like a physical reminder. We have to be quick though."
Blaine agreed, and Sam drove them back to the hotel. He had kept the room key, planning to stop back for a shower after dropping Blaine off. There wouldn't be time for that now, but so what?
He got the lube off the bedside table while Blaine took his shoes and pants off. He started to unzip his hoodie, but Sam moved him toward the wall and turned him to face it. "I meant it when I said this has to be really quick."
Blaine put his hands against the wall and Sam nudged his legs farther apart. He squirted a generous amount of lube in his fingers and coated Blaine's hole, which luckily felt like it didn't need to be restretched too much. As soon as he'd worked him open enough that he knew he wouldn't hurt the boy, he dropped his own pants and underwear to his ankles and lubed up his cock.
He positioned Blaine how he wanted him. Then with one hand on Blaine's hip and the other under his t-shirt on his chest, he pushed in until his cock was completely surrounded by that sweet ass. Damn, his baby felt good. He slammed his cock home again and again, and Blaine took it, his whole body lurching forward with each thrust.
"You belong to me," Sam said in his ear. "Don't you, baby? Say it."
"Yes," Blaine panted. "I belong to you. Please, daddy. Please touch my cock." He groaned as Sam wrapped his hand around it. Every time Sam pushed into him, it made his dick push into Sam's fist. "Oh fuck, daddy, oh fuck!"
"Language—"
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Blaine started coming in Sam's hand. His ass muscles squeezed Sam so tight he thought he was going blind for a second. With one final, deep surge into Blaine, he released his load, shuddering as the aftershocks reverberated through his body.
They stayed just like they were for a moment, until Blaine turned around and put his head on Sam's chest, nuzzling into his neck. "Thank you for the extra reminder, daddy. I'll never forget whose I am."