Title: The Most Magical Place On Earth ~ Day 5
By: blaineandsamevanderson (SageK here , kaitlia777 on LJ and AO3)
Paring: Blaine/Sam
Rating: PG (so far)
Summary: Prompt: Sam is called to a meeting by Blaine's parents. They sit him down and say that of all of Blaine's friends, Sam is the most reliable, the most trustworthy and the nicest. So they have chosen (maybe even hire) him to keep an eye on Blaine because Blaine tends to go crazy when he takes this annual trip. Cooper couldn't handle him. Kurt couldn't take it. But they think Sam can. When Blaine does his annual week-long trip to Disney World, Sam goes with him. Oh what could possibly happen?
Notes: Sorry for any typos. My transcription software doesn't always understand what I say and I don't always catch the mistakes. I have trouble typing things by hand since I suffered an injury last year to my right hand and it seizes up if I try to do too much.
Note #2: I know the Waldorf Astoria Orlando isn't actually one of the Disney hotels, but for purposes of this fic, just pretend it is!
Note #3: LOL, I feel like I'm writing a Disney advertisement, but I'm trying to describe what they're doing in the park, so I kinda have to talk about the rides and attractions!
Shivering was never a pleasant way to wake up. In the middle of the night, Blaine was stirred by a particularly violent tremor and realized he'd fallen asleep atop the covers.
The only place he was warm was the side of his body where Sam was curled against him.
Sleepily, Blaine clicked off the TV (which was playing an infomercial) and slid under the covers with Sam, who blinked and murmured, "You 'kay?"
"Cold," Blaine replied, burrowing under the blankets and letting out a sigh when Sam wrapped his arms around him, pulling Blaine flush against his body.
Big hands ran up and down Blaine's back and he smiles, tucking his face into the warmth of Sam's neck as he surrendered himself to the tempting pull of sleep.
The unexpected feel of lips moving against his neck woke Sam. With a happy sigh, he moved into the touch, arms tightening around Blaine. A thigh slid between his own, providing lovely pressure against his cock as Blaine rocked himself against Sam.
If he had been more awake, Sam would've put an immediate stop to the contact, because (no matter how good it felt, no matter how much he wanted it) getting off with your sleeping best friend was so very, very creepy. He was not going to go the Tina bad touching route.
But, being more than half asleep, he didn't have the wits about him to pull away and groaned when one of Blaine's hands slid down to the small of his back, fingers creeping Sam's sleep shorts.
The sound will Blaine, who froze in Sam's arms. Deciding to avoid awkwardness by feigning full sleep, Sam continued to slowly roll his hips, pulling a tiny noise of regret out of Blaine even as the smaller boy rolled free of Sam's embrace.
Not that Sam wanted him to go. In fact, his sleepy, clingy brain protested and he mumbled, "Blaine…", hand flopping in a clumsy grab for his friend, who was retreating toward the bathroom. Kicking himself free of the blankets tangled around him, Sam settled oto his back, disgruntled by Blaine's sudden departure.
A minute later, more aware, Sam realized that he had spoken and that woke him right up. He didn't know if Blaine heard him or not…but if he had looked at him, he definitely would have seen the fact that Sam's cock was straining against his shorts.
Well, damn.
If Blaine asked him about it, he'd have to tell the truth. He couldn't lie to Blaine, especially not after assuring him that there was nothing wrong with crushing on him during Guilty Pleasures week. There was totally no reason Blaine should have ever felt guilty about that.
But there was a difference here. Sam didn't feel guilty about liking Blaine…he was simply afraid. Afraid of letting himself give his heart to Blaine if Blaine wasn't fully over Kurt, if there was a chance he might go back to Kurt. Because Sam was tired of being tossed aside when someone or something better came along. Blaine was the one who helped him realize he deserved more than that.
Heaving a sigh, Sam sat up and gave Eeyore a pat on the head before he padded to the dresser, pulling on dark green swim trunks and a loose white tank top. He stuffed boxer briefs, shorts and a T-shirt into a bad, knowing he'd want to change after day at the water park they were headed to.
"We should pack two bags," Blaine said, emerging from the bathroom, cheeks flushed with smiling, dressed in loose navy shorts and a polo. "One for clothes that we can leave in a locker and another for towels and sunscreen that we'll take into the park with us."
Stepping toward the now vacant bathroom, Sam handed Blaine the bag. "Toss your clothes in with mine. I'll be ready in a few."
Over a light breakfast, they chatted easily about Blaine's plan of attack for the day and, Sam's relief, Blaine didn't seem to have heard his sleepy, slip of the tongue.
Again, Blaine drove them to the park and the warm morning air felt awesome as it rushed by Sam's face. Sure, he'd ridden in Sugar's convertible Bug back in Lima, but there was something different about cruising with Blaine, singing along with the radio in the hot, Florida sun.
The large, tattered sail bearing the word welcome over the park entry was a neat touch, Sam thought. Really started to give the feel they were going for, that they whole park was some kind of storm battered tropical area (mixed with the occasional Disney flair, like the statue of the surfing crocodile).
They entered Typhoon Lagoon, strolling up a short path, past and old beach patrol station wagon and veered right toward Singapore Sal's, a gift shop built to look like it had recently been damaged in a typhoon or other tropical storm. After stopping at High 'N Dry Towel and Locker Hut to stow their clothes, they crossed a small wooden bridge.
"That's Castaway Creek," Blaine told Sam, pointing down at the inviting water below them. "There are rafts and you just float along the river. It's really relaxing."
"Sounds good," Sam agreed, because yeah, he could get behind kicking back and just chilling out. Not that it looked like relaxing would be hard here, as they approached a vast expanse of crystal clear water stretching toward white, sandy beaches. Scattered around the Sam's were towering palm trees, thatched umbrellas and countless lounge chairs. The sound of the surf lapping lightly at the beach reached Sam's ears and occasionally a mighty wave rolled in.
Blaine led the way to one of the shaded Beachcomber Shacks, where there were cushioned lounge chairs, a cooler filled with bottled water and drink mugs waiting for them. Taking out the big towel he'd brought from the hotel, Sam laid it out on one of the chairs before stripping off his shirt and beginning to apply sunscreen.
When Blaine finished arranging his own chair, he peeled off his polo shirt and stepped out of his shorts. That surprised Sam, who thought the navy shorts were Blaine's swimsuit, but no….
Blaine was wearing a pair of white and blue plaid trunks that covered maybe 2 inches of his strong thighs. For some reason, the style of them made Sam think of the 50's, like maybe they were the sort of swim trunks Mortimer would've worn in that movie they were watching last night.
They looked really good on Blaine, who caught him staring and asked, "What?"
Flushing, Sam waved a vague hand. "With your hair and your shorts…you look kinda like Cary Grant or one of those old-school movie stars."
A pleased grin crossed Blaine's face and he said, "Thanks, Sam!"
With a chuckle, Sam held out the tube of sunscreen. "Get my back and then I'll do you. I know you don't burn, but the sun's going to be intense here, Dude. Better safe than sorry."
It was only when Blaine, cheeks pink, took the sunblock from Sam's hand that he realized how suggestive that sounded.
Get my back and then I'll do you.
Of course Sam hadn't meant it that way, but Blaine couldn't help mentally going there, especially after this morning's little sleep humping session that culminated with Sam saying his name. He had to have been half awake and not realized what was happening, only felt Blaine moving away and wanted him to stay.
Sam was most cuddle positive person Blaine had ever known.
In his almost obscenely low slung green trunks, Sam looked decidedly non-cuddly. Blaine found himself having to remind himself not stare at the flat plane of Sam's abdomen, below his belly button where his happy trail disappeared into his trunks. Maybe it was a silly thing to get hung up on, but God he looked really good.
He felt good too, the skin under Blaine's hands warm and smooth as he rubbed sunblock over his broad shoulders and down his muscular back. Perhaps he was a little more thorough then he needed to be, but Sam didn't seem to mind, simply sighing and leaning into Blaine's touch. When he reached the small of Sam's back, he massaged the lotion into his skin, recalling how his fingers had been below Sam's waistband when Blaine had woken up this morning.
Giving himself a shake, Blaine cleared his throat and said, "All done."
Sam turned and gave Blaine one of his blinding smiles. "Thanks," he said, taking the lotion back and motioning for Blaine to turn around. "I'd look like a lobster by lunch if I didn't use this stuff."
The sunblock was cool on Blaine's skin, but feel of Sam's hands dispelled the chill. Blaine knew Sam's hands well, the broad palms and long, strong, calloused fingers and he closed his eyes for a moment, just enjoying the sensation of his friend smoothing the lotion up and down his back, massaging his shoulders gently.
After few minutes, Sam finished and Blaine gave himself a mental shake. From their Beachcomber Shack, they had a wonderful view of the wave pool and Mt. Mayday and, as they stood, a fog horn sounded and the blast water erupted from the smokestack of Miss Tilley, the boat 'stranded' atop Mt. Mayday.
"C'mon!" Blaine urged, pulling Sam toward the wave pool. "The big waves will be starting up again soon!"
Sure enough, they had barely reached waist depth waters when the large waves began to appear, originating from the base of Mt. Mayday with a loud whoosh! With a grin, Blaine jumped into the wave as it approached and let it carry him away.
He managed to regain his feet before being swept too far in (he knew from experience that would only result in scraped hands and knees from being dragged along the bottom of the shallow part of the pool. Shaking his head, Blaine looked around to see where Sam had landed.
About 20 feet away, Sam was wading in the, shallows, patting a 9 or 10 -year-old boy on the back and waving to someone who was clearly the boy's parent.
Of course Sam's big brother instincts would kick in. The big waves are very tempting, but often overwhelming for small children and clearly the little boy had been thrown around more than he anticipated. Once Sam left the child with his parents, he turned, eyes searching for Blaine and starting toward him when he caught his eye.
"You are going to make a wonderful father someday," Blaine told him with a smile and Sam grinned, clearly pleased by that statement.
"You think so?" he asked, then nodded as though answering his own question. "I want a family, you know? Marriage and kids and a home."
That was one of the things they had in common. Most teenage boys didn't dream about getting married and raising children, but they did…to the point of rushing into certain aspects or relationships sometimes.
For the next 90 minutes, they splashed around in the waves, body surfing or just letting the water toss them around. Sometimes they wound up on opposite sides of the pool, but they found their way back together every time. After that began to get annoying, they tried simply holding hands, but Sam found the easiest way to stay together (and not accidentally elbow each other in the face while being thrown by a six-foot wave) was to simply pull Blaine against his chest and wrap his arms around him.
Yeah, Blaine wasn't going to complain about this method.
When the waves calmed, they made their way out of the water and walked around to the left slope of Mt. Mayday, ready to take on the waterslides there. The lines were already quite long and the hot ground of the queue burned the bottoms of your feet slightly… But it was worth it.
Plus, standing in line, under the hot sun, Sam's skin started to glisten with sweat. His shorts set so low on his hips that Blaine thought they might fall any moment (they didn't of course, but they were very low slung), offering that wonderful view of his toned abdomen. At one point, he thought Sam caught him looking, but Sam that simply smiled at him and reached out, running his fingers through Blaine's hair.
"I guess six-foot waves are a match for super hold hair gel," he teased, curls winding around his fingers and Blaine couldn't help but tip his head into the touch.
Trying to sound non-plussed, Blaine said, "Well, I knew we were going to be here, so I didn't put in as much gel as I normally would."
"I like the curls," Sam told him easily, letting his arm fall down to drape around Blaine's shoulders. Instinctively, Blaine slid his own arm around Sam's waist, enjoying the contact as they slowly progressed up the queue.
Their first slide was Keelhaul Falls, then Gang Plank Falls where a nice young couple joined them on their raft for the ride. Last came Mayday Falls, a much wilder ride that had both of them clinging to their rafts and laughing breathlessly at the bottom.
Crossing the base of Mt. Mayday, they climbed the long queue to reach the top of the Humunga-Kowabunga, which was a nearly vertical 50 foot drop. Blaine always loved the falling sensation and whooped happily as he sailed down the slide. He waited at the bottom for Sam, who staggered upright, trunks rucked up high around his upper thighs.
"Wow," Sam chuckled, peering back up at the slide they had just gone down. "I think I left my stomach up there!"
The three storm slides were less intense, but no less fun.
Though it was well past lunchtime, they decided to visit the Shark Reef before they ate. They collected masks and snorkels from a park employee, then walked around the reef to the entry point of the salt water pool, which was much colder than the water in the wave pool. As they swam, they got to see tropical fish and small, live sharks.
Both their stomachs were rumbling by that point, so they made their way quickly to Typhoon Tilly's and ordered fish baskets with apple slices, a large order of fries to split between them and a Coca-cola each. Food in hand, they made their way back to their seats, reclining on the lounge chairs as they ate.
Kicking back, Blaine watched Sam from behind his sunglasses. Checking out hot guys in swimsuits was one of the perks of water parks. It wasn't his fault that Sam was absolutely the hottest guy around.
In fact….
"You're looking a little pink, Sam," Blaine said, because honestly he was. "You might want to put on some more sunblock before we head out again after lunch."
Sam smiled at him, then twisted in his seat. "Thanks for the warning. How's my back look?"
Broad, tan, muscley…and the way he turned tugged his trunks down a bit so Blaine could see the obvious tan line and a tiny bit of pale, white skin at the top of Sam's butt. His shoulders might have been a little pink though, so he said, "I'll help you put on some more sunscreen in a bit."
The grin was still in place when Sam turned back to him. "You're the best, Blaine."
When Sam said things like that, Blaine was especially glad his darker tan hid at least some of his resulting blush.
After lunch and a slightly more thorough re-application of sunblock than was necessary (Sam hoped Blaine didn't notice), they strolled over to the nearest entry point to Castaway Creek. Given the option of floating freely or on an inner tube, they chose the tubes and were soon bobbing along the slowly moving river that encircled the entire park. Leaning back, Sam turned his face to the sun, his arm pressed against Blaine's on the center of their two-person raft.
The Creek passed through many different settings, a tropical forest, the dense rain forest, the cavernous tunnel through Mt. Mayday which they had to pass through a waterfall to enter. There were sunny, brightly lit areas, stretches shaded by rocky outcroppings or roped footbridges overhead. It was all gorgeous though, surrounded by tropical plants and flowers in various bits and pieces of 'storm tossed wreckage', both in the water and on the banks surrounding the river.
As they floated past one of the restaurants, a group of bikini clad teenage girls, probably a year or two younger than them, waved. With a smile, Sam waved back, which earned giggles from the girls and a huff of laughter from Blaine.
It was a peaceful journey, drifting along the river. Sure, there were a lot of other people also enjoying the ride, but that was kind of nice to, hearing all the high, happy voices of children enjoying their adventure.
They wound up circling the park more than once, getting off not far from Hideaway Bay, a sandy beach, hidden by more tropical vegetation, where the Crush 'N' Gusher water coaster was located. The ride was themed around an abandoned and decaying fruit processing center (of all things) and there were three slides to choose from, The Banana Blaster, Coconut Crusher or Pineapple Plunger. Of course they made their way through the queue repeatedly in order to try each and every one of the options available.
Once they were loaded onto their raft, each slide was different, but awesome, flinging them through a series of twists, turns, tunnels and spillways until the final plunge into Hideaway Bay. During the ride, jets of water occasionally sprayed out, though they were already so soaked it didn't matter.
Between the fresh air, the sun and the water, they were both feeling a little tired by that point, so they agreed to be lazy and rode Castaway Creek back around the park to the spot nearest their Beachcomber Shack. Sam was pretty sure he almost fell asleep as they floated along, so they gathered up their bag and wandered over to the High 'N Dry Towel and Locker Hut to shower off the chlorine and change.
The men's changing area offered private stalls and then something more like what was found in locker rooms. Since they were both used to that and since the area was deserted, they both stepped under showerheads and quickly began to rinse off.
It was an accident really, glancing over at Blaine as Sam turned under the spray, but it was an image that seared itself into his brain. Standing there in his little swim shorts, face tipped up, water sluicing down his body, Blaine made a really lovely sight.
Sam kind of wanted to draw him like that…but that would be such a weird thing to ask. Not as weird as the sudden impulse Sam had to kiss the tiny, rounded curve of Blaine's belly (okay, maybe it wasn't so sudden, he liked resting his hand there when they cuddled at night)….
Shaking himself, Sam went back to showering. Staring at a friend in this situation was inappropriate. He figured locker room etiquette probably applied.
Which is why he turned to face the wall and turned to shower to cold.
If Blaine didn't know better, he would have thought Sam was just checking him out. But that was silly, just wishful thinking brought to the forefront of his mind by this morning's little incident. They dressed in the clothes they had brought with them, but neither of them really felt like heading out to a restaurant.
Instead, they headed back to the hotel to eat a light dinner at Aquamarine, the poolside restaurant. Feeling daring, they ordered a pitcher of (virgin) watermelon mojito and split an order of steamed edamame and buffalo chicken.
After the day at the water park, neither of them felt the need to go swimming in the hotel pool, so they made their way up to their room. While Blaine checked his e-mails, Sam took a real shower, scrunching up his face when Blaine teased him about worrying that his hair might turn green from all the chlorine.
When Sam emerged, in his sleep shorts and white wife beater, Blaine took his turn in the bath room. As he washed his hair, he flushed, thinking of how Sam's fingers had felt, carding through his curls as they stood waiting to reach the top of one of the water slides. Sometimes little things like that made Blaine think that maybe Sam did like him the way he liked Sam.
Only he could never be sure if those were observations made because he wanted to see them.
Stepping out of the bathroom, he was met with an interesting sight. Sam was sitting cross-legged on the bed, a room service tray with two dishes in front of him. But that wasn't the interesting part.
Sam was wearing black, rectangular frame eyeglasses…and he looks really cute in them.
"I ordered dessert," Sam said and Blaine realized he was staring Sam flushed. "What?"
Blaine climbed onto the bed beside him and said, "I didn't know you wear glasses. How did I not know that?"
"Oh," Sam murmured, touching the frames. "I just got them a couple of weeks ago. My eyes are a little tired after all the sun today so I put them want to read the menu."
Nodding, Blaine told him, "You wear them really well. What did you order for dessert?"
Clearly, the bowls were full of gelato, but who knew what flavors they might be.
"Chocolate Chili Pepper in that bowl," Sam said with a grin as Blaine made a face at him. "And Mocha Caramel for you."
"You know me so well," Blaine said and they arranged the pillows so they could lean back against the headboard while they ate. One of the movie channels was playing Live Free or Die Hard, so they settled down to watch Bruce Willis kick some terrorist butt.
Gelato finished, they set the bowls aside and pulled the blanket up over their legs in case they fell asleep as they have the night before. Resting his head against Sam's shoulder, Blaine sighed happily. This was really an awesome vacation.
TBC…..