Title: The Most Magical Place on Earth ~ Day 8
By: blaineandsamevanderson (SageK here , kaitlia777 on LJ and AO3)
Paring: Blaine/Sam
Rating: M (Yup, the rating jumped)
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!
In the first few moments after waking, Blaine was flooded with memories of the previous day and couldn't contain his grin. Then he sighed contentedly and snuggled his cheek against Sam's chest. During the night, he had somehow wound up sprawled atop Sam, his boyfriend's strong arms wrapped around him securely.
Unlike previous mornings when they had woken up tangled intimately, he didn't feel the need to immediately extricate himself from certain contacts. After all, Sam had been the one to mention no longer having to stress over/ignore morning erections, so Blaine decided he was just going to enjoy the pressure of Sam's cock pressing against his own through the thin layers of their pajama pants.
He let his fingers trace the curve of Sam's bicep, the feel of soft skin stretched taut over hard muscle enticing. Beneath him, Sam stirred, smiling sleepily as his arms tightened around Blaine momentarily and he rumbled, "Hey."
"Good morning," Blaine replied, pressing a kiss to Sam's collarbone.
"It is," Sam agreed, running a hand down Blaine's back. "I don't want to get up."
Tipping his face up to look at Sam, Blaine said, "We don't have to…We can just lay around for a bit, then have breakfast in bed before heading down to the spa."
Sam made a happy little noise, then rolled them so that Blaine was sprawled on the mattress. Hovering over him, Sam let his body dip to press lightly against Blaine's as he balanced his weight on his elbows. "I like the sound of that," he murmured, leaning down to steal a slow kiss. "Unfortunately, nature calls."
Which meant they had to pull away from each other for a while to let certain body parts calm down, then they took turns in the bathroom and Blaine called for room service. A laugh was startled out of Blaine as Sam tackled him onto the comforter.
They mock wrestled for a while before being distracted by the allure of long kisses and soft touches won out. Grinning, Blaine let his fingers dance along Sam's abs, feeling the hitch in his breath at the action and the muscles clenching under his hand.
Sam seemed intent on distracting him though with a hand on his hip, thumb stroking along the V of muscle that led into Blaine's pajama pants, and the other caressing blaine's neck, unerringly finding sensitive spots.
When Blaine let out a particularly loud gasp and felt good shivers roll through his frame, Sam pulled back from the kiss and moved to mouth at the patch of skin below Blaine's left ear, teeth scraping lightly, soft lips kissing, tongue tasting and oh God, the little moments of suction….
He didn't bother to bite back a soft moan, hooking his calf around Sam's and tipping his head back to give Sam better access….
The knock on the door made both of them groan for another reason all tighter, but Sam smiled as he released Blaine and rolled aside. Jumping up, Blaine hurried to retrieve the room service tray, who winked as Blaine tipped him. With an amused laugh, Blaine headed back into the bedroom and paused in the doorway, simply staring.
Sam was propped up on his elbows, ankles crossed and long body stretched down the bed. His shorts did little to hide how their kisses had effected him physically and the sunlight streaming in through the window gilded him in gold. The fact that Eeyore was leaning against his arm only made him mire adorable in Blaine's eyes.
"What?" Sam asked with a smile when he realized Blaine was staring at him.
Setting the tray down on the bedside table, Blaine leaned over to give Sam a soft kiss. "You're beautiful," he said quietly, a statement that made him blush climb onto Sam's cheeks. "Inside and out."
"You too," Sam murmured, then laughed as Blaine placed a plate of waffles, strawberries and whipped cream on his abs. "But dude, you keep feeding me like this and bye-bye abs."
With a smile, Blaine cut a bite of waffle off and fed it Sam. "Your abs are wonderful," he agreed, taking a bite of his own. "But I like what makes you you more. What's inside. Your heart, your sense of humor, how much you care for everyone you love. You know that, right?"
Sam accepted another bite and licked whipped cream off his lips before smiling. "I'll try to remember…but maybe you could remind me sometimes."
"Every day," Blaine assured him, because if that was what Sam needed, he would do it.
The smile Sam gave him at that was heart stopping. Together, they managed to shift around on the bed without spilling the plate, so that they could lay propped up on the pillows, cuddling, as they ate. Occasionally, they traded kisses or paused to sip their drinks, but the next hour was simply devoted to breakfast and snuggles.
Blaine had no complaints.
Eventually though, his phone chimed any pullback from a sweet kiss to sigh, "We should head down to the spa now. I booked us some sessions."
"Sounds fun," Sam agreed, rolling upright and glancing down at himself. "Uh, what sort of clothes do I need for this?"
Grinning, Blaine told him, "Just put on a t-shirt and flip flops. Those shorts are fine. Bring a swim suit though. We can go to the pool after."
Hand in hand, they wandered down to the lush spa and were led into separate rooms for chamomile body scrubs and exfoliations, sloughing off layers of dead skin.
Blaine was already relaxing in a hot tub filled with organic seaweed and lavender (supposed to nourish the body and encourage circulation) when Sam was lead into the bath area. He was wrapped in a white terry cloth robe and looked a little startled by everything. Fortunately, he seemed to calm as he slid into the water, smiling at Blaine before tipping his head back and listening to the music being piped through hidden speakers.
When the attendant came to take them for their therapeutic massages (focused on working the deep connective tissue to increase mobility, flexibility and energy), they followed without complaint and practically collapsed onto the treatment tables.
During the booking of their appointments, Blaine had scheduled tandem massages, not taking into account the sounds Sam would make during the deep tissue work. He moaned and groaned appreciatively and Blaine was glad he was lying face down on the table, because wow.
He was flushed and had to roll around awkwardly to tug his robe on when they were finished. From the look of Sam, he had enjoyed the massage just as much.
"Dude," he breathed as they were led off to chamomile herbal baths that were supposed to soothe the skin and relax the body, "that was awesome. I hurt, but in a good way."
Glad Sam was enjoying himself, Blaine grinned, especially when the attendant brought them tall glasses filled with raspberry and mint garnished ice water. Water was needed after a massage to flush out the toxins released when knots of muscle were broken up.
After their soak, they went back to the massage room for a traditional Swedish massage (aimed at relaxation, relief and cleansing the body of toxins). This treatment was less intense and far more lulling, as was the following reflexology (targeting pressure points on the feet).
Then they were led off for facials, microderm peels followed by a soothing mud mask and firming eye treatments. As they waited for the mud to set, they sprawled on cushioned lounge chairs while manicurists massaged and lotioned their hands, trimming and buffing their nails to a shine.
Once the facial/manicure was complete, they moved to pedicures. The calluses were smoothed off of their feet and the paraffin dip was super soothing. As the technicians worked, they sipped pineapple mango smoothies, trying to sate hungry stomachs that were complaining, as lunch had long since passed.
Leaving the spa, their late lunch consisted of fish tacos, fresh chips and salsa and lemonade, eaten poolside by Aquamarine. They both ate slowly, drowsy from all the spa treatments and then stretched out on lounge chairs to take in the sun. Before long, Blaine felt his eyes getting heavy behind his sunglasses and, as Sam seemed to be nodding off beside him, Blaine let himself take a little nap.
A cool shower of water hit Sam's stomach, startling him awake. Blinking, he peered around, light around him bright despite his shades, and saw a little boy standing beside his lounge chair, shaking his head as he toweled off.
Stretching, Sam glanced around, noting that there were fewer people poolside than there had been when he had fallen asleep. Blaine was still conked out on the chair next to him, warm sun-browned skin glistening with a combination of sweat and the lotions the ladies at the spa had covered them both in. With a smile, Sam sat up and stretched an hand out, fingers trailing down Blaine's cheek.
He stirred, making a fussy little noise, then murmured, "Hey, Sam."
"Hi," he replied reaching out and grabbing his phone off of the table. Checking the time, he said, "Wow. We slept through the whole afternoon. It's 7:12."
Blaine pushed himself upright and rolled his head. "Well, we have had a busy week."
Nodding, Sam stood, grabbing his pile of clothes and Blaine did the same. Neither of them said much as they wandered up to the room, leaning on each other in the elevator, but when they got back to the room, Blaine asked, "What do you want to do for dinner? We could go out or…."
His voice trailed off when Sam stepped into his space and Sam grinned, leaning close enough to smell the warm scent of Blaine's skin, masked as it was by lavender and chamomile. He could almost see Blaine's heart rate jump as he brushed his lips against Blaine's and Sam couldn't even be embarrassed by the small, desperate noise that escaped his own throat.
Until he had kissed Blaine in the park the day before, he hadn't really been aware of how desperate he was to do so. Even after the hour spent kissing earlier, Sam still felt drawn to him in a way he couldn't recall ever feeling before.
Blaine leaned into the kiss, reaching up to tangle his fingers in Sam's hair, and Sam moved even closer, his whole body pressing against Blaine's, separated only by their swim suits. He was a good kisser, he knew that, but he still let out a surprised little gasp when Blaine's tongue found his. Eventually, he pulled back to look at Blaine, who chased after him with a red, wet mouth, oh so tempting.
"Sam," Blaine murmured, hand running down Sam's arm until their fingers intertwined.
"Blaine," he replied, hands sliding up to bury themselves in Blaine's curls as he dove in for another kiss. There was giddiness as Blaine wrapped his arms around Sam's waist and Sam enjoyed the rush of feelings, excitement, nerves, desire, love, trying to pass all he was feeling to Blaine through the kiss, hot and wet and amazing. Panting, he pulled back and rested their brows together. "Bed."
"Bed," he agreed, chasing Sam's mouth and they stumbled to the bedroom, collapsing on the bed and giggling. Blaine's mouth was hot against Sam's neck and Sam wound his fingers into Blaine's hair as they rolled a bit, bodies pressing together.
It felt so good that it was hard to remember that they probably shouldn't rush, that they had only had their first kiss the day before. "So good," he moaned, tugging gently on Blaine's curls, an act which earned a little groan, the sound of which went straight to Sam's cock. He was hard, had been hard since the living room and Blaine was in a similar state, hips rolling against Sam's, sending shivers through him.
Blaine nuzzled at Sam's collarbone and asked, as though reading Sam's mind, "Should we take things a little slower?"
Sam ran a hand over the smooth, firm skin of Blaine's back. He didn't want to stop…but he didn't know if he was ready for everything. "Maybe…this is good. I like this. Kisses and touching and feeling you against me…but we don't have to do everything right now, right?"
"No rush," Blaine agreed and Sam reeled him in for another deep kiss. He let his hands wander, tracing over Blaine's body, learning the angles and planes of his muscles. When the pad of his thumb dragged over Blaine's nipple, he gasped and Sam paused, grinning.
"Like that?" he asked and Blaine nodded, eyes bright and cheeks red. When Blaine nodded, Sam smiled and rolled so that Blaine was under him, allowing Sam room to kiss his way down Blaine's neck and chest. Glancing up, he saw Blaine gazing raptly at him, then let his tongue flick against Blaine's nipple.
The reaction was immediate, a groan and an arched back, his hands flying up to grasp at Sam's head as he let his teeth scrape the pebbling flesh before sealing his lips around it and sucking gently. Blaine made a choked sound, shifting restlessly until Sam slid his leg up, pressing against his cock to provide friction.
When Blaine hauled him up for a kiss, Sam settled atop him, rocking their bodies together. The friction if their cocks rubbing together was amazing even through the material of their bathing suits, kisses growing sloppy and desperate as the sensations coursing through their bodies distracted them.
"Sam," Blaine groaned into his mouth, thrusting up against him before going still, body trembling. Sam gasped, able to feel Blaine's cock pulse through their shorts, feeling him cum under him. A sudden rush of heat hit Sam and he followed Blaine over the edge, groaning and continuing to rock his hips forward until they were both over sensitive and whimpering.
Kicking off their shorts (and using them to wipe up quickly), they burrowed under the blankets, kissing and snuggled together as they drifted off to sleep.
TBC….
(Day 9 ~ Blizzard Beach)