Title: The Most Magical Place on Earth ~ Day 9
By: blaineandsamevanderson (SageK here , kaitlia777 on LJ and AO3)
Paring: Blaine/Sam
Rating: M (maybe not in every chapter, but there is adult stuff somewhere in the fic : ) )
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!
Waking up wrapped around Blaine was awesome. Waking up naked and wrapped around Blaine was even better.
They hadn't bothered with pajamas (or any clothes at all after their activities the previous night), so he was plastered up against Blaine's smooth back, his cock pressed snugly to the curve of Blaine's ass…which was rocking gently back against him.
Well, now that was just an awesome wake up.
With a smile, Sam ran a hand down Blaine's belly and wrapped a hand loosely around Blaine's dick, stroking it in slow, smooth motions. Blaine whimpered and bucked into Sam's hand, breath picking up as he stirred.
Bending, Sam sucked lightly at the birthmark where Blaine's neck met his shoulder and the smaller boy outright moaned. "Sam?" he mumbled, voice rough with sleep and arousal in a way that just…did things for Sam. "Hey, oh, uh huh, nice…."
"Morning," Sam chuckled as Blaine managed to twist around enough to steal a kiss, hand scrambling at Sam's neck to draw him close. The angle was odd, but neither of them seemed to mind and Sam let out a groan of his own when Blaine deliberately ground himself back against him.
Cocooned in a growing warmth, they rocked against each other, breathing gasps and moans escaping as their hands clutched at increasingly slick skin and Sam moved his hand over Blaine more firmly. It was hot and perfect, so Sam was a little thrown when Blaine suddenly reached over Sam's shoulder, body twisting away from the lovely rhythm they had found.
"Eeyore was watching us," Blaine informed Sam, tone so serious that Sam glanced back to see that Blaine had moved the plushie so it was facing away from them.
Turning back, Sam met Blaine's bright gaze and, after a long moment, neither of them could refrain from giggling.
"Oh my God," Sam murmured, shaking with laughter as he wrestled Blaine around so they lay face to face. He pressed soft kisses across Blaine's cheeks, just because he could, before diving in for a long, sweet kiss and re-capturing Blaine's cock in his hand.
This time, Blaine mirrored his action and they worked in unison, swallowing each other's moans as they came together, hands still working until they had to stop, hissing slightly at the sensitivity.
Still breathing hard, Blaine grinned at Sam and said, "Good morning to you too."
Snickering, Sam kissed him, pulling him close and wincing as he realized he had put his cum covered hand on Blaine's ribs to do so. After a moment, he realized it didn't matter, Blaine gripped his arm with his own messy hand and more cum smeared between their bellies. "We need to shower," he murmured against Blaine's lips…and was immediately dragged out of bed and into said shower.
Where they got messy again before they got clean.
As he toweled off, Sam grinned over at Blaine, who was doing the same, and asked, "So, what's the plan for today?"
"Blizzard Beach," Blaine promptly replied, then hooked a finger in the towel around Sam's waist. "Another waterpark."
Meaning another day in their swim suits and this time Sam didn't have to pretend he wasn't checking Blaine out. Sounded like a good day to him.
Blizzard Beach was larger than Typhoon Lagoon and themed after a ski resort (an odd idea considering the Florida heat). They entered the park through turnstiles under an open beamed roof awning and wandered over to an A-frame gift shop called Snowless Joe's, then followed the path past smaller buildings called the Cooling Hut and Frostbite Freddies.
They crossed a bridge over a slow moving river and found themselves making their way through landscaped trees that bordered the large pool. Their Polar Patio was nestled half in the shade of the trees and Blaine stuffed their bag into the locker before sitting on one of the cushioned lounge chairs and asking, "Need some help with your sunblock?"
"I do," Sam replied with a grin, handing over the bottle and taking a seat between Blaine's legs to give him full access to his back. His hands felt just as good on him as ever and he sighed, leaning back a bit into Blaine.
A soft kiss was pressed to his shoulder and he felt Blaine scoot back. Turning, Sam saw he was reclining back against the lounge chair, smiling as he patted his chest. "Lean on me," he said, holding out his free hand, which Sam took gladly and moved to rest with his back against Blaine's chest.
It was a comfortable position, despite their height difference, and Blaine hugged Sam loosely from behind, making him feel secure and wanted. Usually, he was the one in that position, holding onto his significant other (literally and figuratively), so he enjoyed the change…though he did bring up his hands to wrap around Blaine's where they lay on his chest.
They lay like that for quite a while, enjoying the warm breeze and looking up at Mt. Gushmore, which sat beyond the pool (Meltaway Bay, according to Blaine). Their little patio was fairly private, but they did get the occasional double take from passing park goers.
When they ventured into the water, it was to cool down, as it wasn't a wave pool like at Typhoon Lagoon. Instead, they swam and bobbed in the gentle waves and got drafted into a splash war.
Emerging at the far left of Meltaway Bay, they made their way up the stairs to the top of Toboggan Racers. Laying on their stomachs atop mats, the had side by side lanes as they raced 6 other guests to the bottom. Snow Stormers was a longer, more twisting slide that took them through fake snow covered landscapes. The Downhill Double Dipper, which used inner tubes instead of mats, let them race each other to the pool at the bottom.
Runoff Rapids was fun and they climbed it three times to be sure to try each slide. The enclosed, center slide was by far the most fun, though they had to ride solo as opposed to the tandem tubes they were allowed for the other runs.
From there, they hiked to the top of Mt. Gushmore and joined the queue for the Summit Plummet, a 120 ft. water slid that dropped the rider straight down. As the veteran park goer, Blaine went first and, when it was his turn, Sam mimicked his posture, crossing his ankles and folding his arms across his chest before hurtling down the slide. Though he felt like he left his stomach at the top, Sam let out a whoop and the feeling of free fall ended shortly as he reached the bottom.
"That was awesome!" he exclaimed, fixing his trunks, which had ridden up his thighs during the fall.
Blaine grinned brightly and took his hand and they wandered over to Avalunch, where they got mac and cheese hot dogs, fruit cups, iced tea and iced coffee. Juggling the various food and drinks, they made their way back to their patio to enjoy lunch and some more people watching…and some quick, kisses.
Sam liked the kisses best of all.
Blaine returned to their patio after a quick run to the restroom to see a cluster of pretty, bikini clad girls chatting with Sam. They were all posing, sticking out their chests and trying to get a reaction from Sam who seemed blithely unaware.
He felt his heart lift at that, because he trusted Sam, knew Sam would never hurt him by going after someone else. Those girls however…Blaine did not trust them.
"Hey," he said, settling himself down on the chair beside Sam and putting a hand on his thigh as he leaned over for a kiss. Sam smiled against his lips, hand coming up to cup the back of Blaine's neck and hold him close for a few seconds longer.
The chatty girls went quiet real quick and Blaine tried not to smirk as he turned to them with a sunny grin. "Hi."
"Hi," they chorused and one of them, a red head asked, "Oh, are you two together?"
A blonde with blue streaks rolled her eyes. "No, Kelly, they just kissed because all boys kiss their friends."
"They should," a brunette commented in a sly tone that made Blaine chuckle.
The girls strolled away and Sam put an arm around Blaine's shoulders as they rose and walked toward Cross-Country Creek, the river that encircled the park. Blaine slid his own arm around Sam's waist and said, "So…."
"You got a little possessive there," Sam said with a smile, then tipped his head to the side. "I liked it."
Blaine grinned up at him, a little embarrassed. "You did, huh?"
As Sam nodded, the let each other go to climb onto a two person inner tube and begin their lazy float around the park. They both kind of dozed, reclining back in the inner tubes and holding hands. They made more than one trip around, Blaine was sure of that, but eventually they climbed out by the line for the Chairlift.
The ski-resort styled wooden-bench chair lift (complete with ski decorations and an umbrella) took them to the top of Mt. Gushmore, giving them a great view of the park from up above.
From there, they rode the Slush Gusher, a 90 ft. long slide with two big humps in it. At the bottom, they saw an unfortunate lady who lost her top on the ride, but her friend was quick to find the missing swimsuit.
Another ride up on the Chairlift and they found the queue for Teamboat Springs. They were loaded onto a boat with another couple and all of them shouted as they flew down the twists and turns of the ride.
After donning their t-shirts and flip flops, they gathered their things and made their way back up out the car, driving home in the heavy, afternoon heat. He didn't have anything particular planned for dinner, so, as they strolled through the lobby, he asked, "Any idea what you'd like to do tonight?"
Sam gave him a little grin and said, "Just hang out, watch a movie."
One of the things Blaine loved about his friendship with Sam was that they just got each other. Sometimes they were both hyper and needed to move, needed to be doing things and other times they wanted to lay around and watch TV or read comics. They weren't always in synch with what the other wanted to do at any given time, but they both compromised depending on who seemed to need what they wanted more.
Tonight though, Blaine had no problem with Sam's plan. "Mmm, movies and cuddles…after a shower?"
Of course they both needed to wash off the chlorine, but another shower together would be nice.
Alone in the elevator, Blaine found himself backed against a wall, leaning up into a kiss and wrapping his arms around Sam's neck. "A shower sounds fun," Sam said, brushing the side of his nose against Blaine's. "Can I wash your hair?"
It was an odd request, but Blaine nodded happily. "Sure," he murmured as the elevator doors slid open at their floor. Grabbing Sam's hand, Blaine tugged him toward their room, where they left a trail of clothes as they chased each other into the bathroom.
Under the steady flow of hot water, soap cascading down their bodies, they kissed and Blaine paused a moment, just to look at Sam, glistening and hard and all his….
Blaine let out a bark of laugher when Sam hauled him up into his arms and pressed him up against the cool tile wall. His laugh was quickly silenced by a kiss and Blaine hitched his legs up, squeezing Sam's slim hips with his own strong thighs.
This new position worked perfectly, serving to slot their bodies together perfectly, cocks dragging together with each increasingly desperate thrust. Blaine clasped a hand around the back of Sam's neck while the other clutched at his shoulder, holding himself steady. One of Sam's arms was braced against the wall, forearm tucked behind Blaine's head while the other kneaded at Blaine's ass and thigh with almost bruising strength.
A particularly enthusiastic thrust dragged a moan from Blaine, who buried his face against Sam's neck, licking water droplets from his tanned skin. The muscles under his hands shifted as Sam readjusted his grip, rocking their bodies together until they were both moaning helplessly and Blaine squeezed a hand between their bodies, managing to capture both their cocks.
Having the additional stimulation of the tight circle of his hand was too much and, after a few sloppy, awkward thrusts, Blaine felt Sam's cock pulse against his own, cum spilling over his hand. He followed immediately after, undone completely by the feel of Sam's twitching shaft, and bit lightly on Sam's shoulder to stifle a shout of pleasure.
Breathing heavily, Blaine let his legs slip down from where Sam's hips and he wobbled slightly, unsteady. Sam held him tight though and he didn't fall, regaining his legs moments later and surging up on his toes for a kiss.
The rest of the shower was actually spent washing themselves (and Sam did in fact wash Blaine's hair, fascinated by how the wet curl wound around his fingers) and the water was starting to cool by the time they stumbled out to towel off. They each put on pajama pants and shuffled around the room, grabbing drinks and picking up the trail of clothes they'd left upon entering the room.
Curled up on the bed, Blaine pulled out his phone and checked Facebook. He'd been posting pictures of their trip, though he hadn't yet mentioned the shift in his and Sam's relationship. When he saw a comment form Kitty, he laughed and turned to Sam. "Kitty likes our pictures, especially the ones from Typhoon Lagoon, and wants to know if we've 'pulled our heads out of our asses and got our hot boy love on yet.' She has a way with words."
Sam peered over his shoulder and grinned. "That is a good picture of us," he commented, pulling Blaine over to lean back against him. "You look sexy in those little trunks."
Tipping his head to look at Sam, Blaine playfully pouted. "I don't look sexy all the time?"
"You do!" Sam replied immediately, looking honestly startled. "Of course. I didn't mean…."
"I know, I know," Blaine assured him, patting his chest soothingly. "You're gorgeous all the time, but wow, sexy, tanned, beach Sam!" That seemed to appease Sam, who settled back down. "Are you…I was thinking of maybe responding, but are you ready for everyone to know about us?"
The easy, confidant nod from Sam made Blaine smile. "I want everyone to know," Sam told him, kissing his ear. "How're we gonna do this?"
Grinning, Blaine turned and kissed Sam, lips soft and sweet but with undeniable feeling. Sam responded immediately, sinking into the kiss. When Blaine pulled back, he turned the phone to Sam, showing him the selfie he'd taken of the two of them kissing.
It was a good picture actually, catching their kiss, their bare shoulders and the bed, hinting at far more than it actually showed.
"I was thinking, text this to Kitty and Sugar and let them do all the work," Blaine said, watching Sam for his reaction. "I'd send it to Tina too, but…."
"Yeah, Kitty and Sugar," Sam agreed, then laughed lightly. "Everyone's gonna go nuts."
His prediction proved right when, approximately .002 seconds after texting the photo, both their phones began blowing up with texts from various friends. They could almost see the timeline of when Kitty and Sugar told others about them. It was kind of fun.
Especially when they started responding with comments of Busy, Indisposed, I'll tell you all about it later and asdfgeghjk!
"Well, I knew it," Sam snorted, holding out his phone to Blaine, "Puck asked if I've had any balls in my mouth. You know, that was the first thing he ever said to me? Asking how many I could fit in my mouth."
Blaine couldn't help but laugh, because that was a very Puck sort of question. "What are you gonna tell him."
After a pause, Sam typed one word. "Soon."
That made Blaine grin and set his phone on silent, tossing it aside. "Soon, huh?" he asked and Sam put his phone on the bedside table. "I kinda like the sound of that."
Nodding, Sam drew him close. "Me too."
There was no rush though and they were tired, so the rest of the evening was spent snacking on grapes and watching Kill Bill on TV. They curled up together to watch the movie carnage, content and happy, a perfect end to an amazing day.
As he slipped off to sleep, Blaine knew tomorrow would be just as good.
And the next day.
And the next….
TBC… (Day 10 ~ EPCOT!)