A/N: Here it is at last, the final chapter! I want to dedicate it to two wonderful people without whom this story would never have been completed.
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"Are you hungry?" Sam asked, nudging their shoulders together.
"I don't know," Blaine answered truthfully. It was impossible to tell between the butterflies and the dark pit in his stomach. They had just been walking around like this for god knows how long, talking about this and that (well to be fair Sam was doing most of the talking), laughing and occasionally drifting into a thoughtful and not entirely uncomfortable silence. Even though there was this huge thing between them that they still hadn't addressed Blaine felt at ease at Sam's side, he was the same familiar Sam from a few hours ago, smiling and making jokes. It wasn't that he didn't want to talk about it. He'd just been so overwhelmed by Sam's response, he needed it to settle for a bit, needed to clear his head. So he let himself just enjoy the company of his best friend in this relative calm, if only for a little while.
"I know I should be," he continued. The air was fresh and cool, carrying the first hints of spring and the sun was low in the sky. Blaine really couldn't stand the idea of going inside, somewhere stuffy and crowded, breaking the illusion that he and Sam were the only two people in the world.
"Well, I am." Sam tugged at Blaine's sleeve and steered them towards the hole-in-the-wall burger place down the block. "Let's just pick up some fries we can eat while we walk," he suggested.
Though this was by far not the first time they'd shared food, not even the first time they'd done this exact thing, in a way tonight was just like any other night of hanging out with Sam – they must have had a hundred before – it was all brand new and Blaine found it to be strangely intimate. Sometimes they would both reach into the bag at the same time and their hands would touch. Sam would turn and look at him and the world around them would melt away as his cheeks burned and his heart raced. This time Sam deliberately let his fingers brush over Blaine's again. Blaine stopped and asked quietly "Can we sit down for a while?" indicating a nearby bench.
"Sure."
Before leaving himself the time to chicken out Blaine blurted out the question that was burning in his mind.
"Is that really what you want?"
From where he sat slightly bent forward resting his elbows on his knees Sam craned his neck and looked up at him, "What?"
"For us to be boyfriends?"
Sitting up straight, pulling his leg up on the bench Sam turned to face Blaine.
"Yes, it is," he said plainly, and continued, "But really, I meant what I said – we don't have to rush anything. But I think that... can we be completely honest with each other?"
"I'd like that," Blaine nodded. A few moments of silence passed, Sam looked down at his hands. Blaine felt a tug at his heart; Sam wasn't okay. Of course he wasn't! How had he thought that he was? And he was the one doing this to him. "Sam... it's not you – you know that, right?"
"It's not?"
"No, of course not. You're... you're you. And I'm me... and that's the problem, I'm..." Blaine trailed off.
"What?"
"I don't know."
But did know. He just didn't how to say it. Blaine felt tears burning behind his eyes. Was he finally going to say it? Put words on what he'd wanted to just keep locked up inside.
"'S okay," Sam placed his hand on top of Blaine's, stroking his thumb over Blaine's knuckles.
"Sam, I'm scared."
Sam nodded solemnly, looking at him, keeping his steady gaze locked with Blaine's and with this simple gesture reassuring him, saying that it was okay. And so softly, almost in a whisper, he asked, "What are you afraid of?"
It took Blaine a few moments to formulate a coherent sentence out of everything that was now swirling freely around in him. Just thinking it he felt a big lump in his throat. "What if it doesn't work out?"
"Of course it's gonna work out!" Sam exclaimed. Curbing himself a bit he continued, "I mean no pressure or anything – if we try it and... If we try it and you don't like it we'll go back to being just friends, no hard feelings, I never wanna not be friends with you. But for me, I have no doubt it's going to work out."
"But what if I'm not good enough for you?"
"You're already way too good for me, B. You're perfect."
"Please don't. Don't say that. I'm not – and if you think that you'll be disappointed."
"Hey. You are perfect. Of course I know you're not really perfect, y'know objectially, but you are to me. You're funny and kind, you're the best friend I've ever had – I mean that goes without saying – but like the best I could ever imagine. Blaine, c'mon, how long have we known each other? There's nothing I could learn about you that would disappoint me."
"But it's different with a relationship. What if – what if I can't be what you want me to be?"
"What I...? Blaine. Look at me," Sam squeezed his hand, and Blaine looked up at him. The look in Sam's eyes were so earnest, so full of compassion. He could even see the same tears that was pressing behind his own eyes welling up in Sam's. "I don't want you to be anything. Well, at least nothing other than what you are, what you want to be. I just want to be with you. That's all. I mean seriously, B. This thing we have, we both know it's fucking amazing. The way I feel about you, the way I feel when I'm with you it's like nothing else even compares."
Blaine couldn't bring himself to respond. He held on to Sam's hand, squeezing it tight, perhaps too tight, fixing it with his gaze as he blinked back his tears. He let Sam put his arm around him and leaned into his embrace.
"It's okay to be scared," Sam spoke softly, "I'm scared too. But whatever happens, I'm here, and we'll deal with it together."
They sat like that in silence, Blaine kept rubbing patterns across the back of Sam's hand with his thumb, until Sam pulled Blaine off the bench. "Let's go."
"So, Die Hard, right?"
"Right," Blaine laughed, "You do know it's gonna suck, though."
"How can it suck, it's Die Hard?" Sam asked with his usual adorable enthusiasm.
"Well, 'cause it's Die Hard... five?"
Yeah, the movie was really bad, and it didn't matter one bit. Despite being late they got seats in the back row and was completely undisturbed by the handful of other people in the theater. Blaine slid his hand into Sam's and the warmth from it spread through his whole being. There was still so many things they had to talk about, but it was nice to not even be able to talk for a while. Sam was still by his side. He just held Blaine's hand in his, occasionally leaning over to comment on something or sometimes just turning to smile at him. He wasn't freaking out about Blaine's freak out. And he was right; it was amazing and it was worth risking anything to have this. And god, had he been stupid thinking he wouldn't.
Blaine didn't speak for the whole drive, probably attempting to not distract Sam. It wasn't working. Everything about Blaine was distracting. The way he kept throwing quick glances at him like he tried really hard not to. The way he worried at his bottom lip. Sam hoped he was doing the right thing. So far he'd just been winging it, going with his gut feeling. And it wasn't rocket science, he was pretty good at reading Blaine. He couldn't figure out what he was thinking, but he knew what mood he was in, he knew how to make him smile and relax. And now, at last, he didn't have to guess what Blaine was thinking, he'd finally told him. It had broken Sam's heart to hear Blaine say those things, but at least now he knew what went on with him. Eventually the night had to end he guessed, it was getting late and they both needed to sleep. And he should probably give him some space to think. So here they were, pulling up outside Blaine's house, even though the thought of driving away from Blaine made him nauseous.
As soon as the car stopped Blaine turned to him. "Sam," he exhaled.
Sam turned to face him and Blaine just looked at him for a moment, those gorgeous lips parting even as Blaine's hand came up to cradle his face, gently but decisively bringing him closer as he leaned in. When Blaine's lips touched his Sam felt a surge through his body that had him kissing Blaine back with force. His head was spinning. This shouldn't be happening, and yet it felt so right. Could this be it? No, he'd felt that every time he'd kissed Blaine and it never was. But Blaine's kiss wasn't tentative, his lips were soft and gentle but still eager and as their tongues met all thought was blown from Sam's mind. Blaine was kissing him like he had no intention of ever stopping. After a few minutes Sam had to break the kiss to catch his breath.
Blaine, resting his forehead against Sam's temple, asked breathlessly, "Do you wanna come inside?"
"Yeah." He should probably go home though. He'd already broken his own rule of not pressuring Blaine enough times tonight. "I mean no. I mean I do. But until you're sure I think we have to take things really slow, because I just, I can't."
As much as he meant what he said as much did he know that if Blaine wanted him to come in, he'd come in. He'd hold him through the night if that's what he wanted, if it would make it easier for him. Of course all Sam wanted for himself was for Blaine to say yes to him. But he also couldn't stand Blaine being upset, to see him struggling, fighting with himself, and he just wanted to be there for him and do whatever he could to make it better. If Blaine wanted him to spend the night, he would, regardless. He'd be there for Blaine because he needed him, his best friend, and because there was no other place he'd rather be. Just like he hadn't stopped Blaine from kissing him even though he didn't know what the kiss meant, he knew he didn't have it in him to stop Blaine if he'd want more tonight, even if it meant getting hurt again. Besides he didn't have anything more to lose, he'd laid it all out there and it was up to Blaine to decide. Blaine had drawn back a bit and now he was looking at Sam, right into his eyes, as he spoke, his voice soft but clear.
"Sam, I'm sure. I'm so sure. And I'm so sorry I wasn't before. But I am now. I know you have no reason to trust me but -"
Sam leaned in and cut Blaine off with a kiss. "I trust you," he stated simply as they came apart and was almost surprised by how true it was.
"I promise I won't freak out again," Blaine said meekly.
"Hey, you don't have to promise that," Sam smiled, brushing his fingers over Blaine's cheek. "Maybe you could just promise to talk to me if anything bothers you? We'll work it out together. Okay?"
"Okay," Blaine smiled back.
Sam got out of the car and started walking around to Blaine's side, not particularly trying to be a gentleman but just wanting to stay close to him. Blaine was as quick as Sam and they almost crashed into each other which sent them off laughing. As they calmed down again Sam held Blaine by the elbows and looked at him, searching his face for any sign of regret or doubt and not finding it. Instead – after hours spent in free fall, holding his breath to see if he'd crash – he found himself with both feet on the ground as Blaine smiled at him and took his hand.
Once inside Blaine pulled him close and kissed him again and Sam felt his heart brimming over with happiness. Never having let go of his hand Blaine led them up the stairs, turning half-way to smile at him, continuing into his room. God, how familiar it was. How many times had they slept here together? Their very first time together had been here. As they sat down on the bed Sam leaned in to kiss him, not ever trying to reign in his need to be close, but Blaine stopped him gently with a hand on his shoulder, his beautiful hazel eyes looking into Sam's with a steady gaze.
"Sam," he started, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry that I hurt you."
"Hey, B, it's okay. Everything is okay now, right?"
"Right, but it's still not okay what I did to you. That I lied to you. And, and everything I put you through tonight."
"I forgive you," Sam smiled softly. He could never be mad at Blaine for that, he could never blame him for it. He blamed himself a lot though, for all the things he hadn't said or done since long before today, but none of it mattered right now. "I don't want you to give it a second thought. All that matters is that we're here now."
"Yeah, we are," Blaine smiled, "and it's pretty great."
"Mhm." Sam pulled Blaine closer, letting his knuckles softly caress Blaine's cheek, "Wow!" he exhaled.
"What?"
"You're so beautiful."
Blaine lowered his long dark lashes and a bashful smile graced his features. Sam leaned in and kissed him, letting them both fall back onto the pillows, still not really believing this was truly happening as they became a tangle of arms, legs and eager hands. Blaine was making the most delicious little humming sounds as Sam kissed his neck, getting lost in the feeling of his soft skin, his scent, the feeling of being close – of finally being this close and not having to pretend.
Suddenly Blaine spoke, "Sam?"
"Yeah?" Sam propped himself up on his elbow.
"This is so nice..."
"It's nice?" Sam smirked.
"It's... all kinds of awesome, but I'm also inches away from falling asleep, or rather passing out – it's been a really long day."
"Yeah, me too. Let's sleep, and we'll continue this," Sam slid his hand up along Blaine's chest to his neck as he planted a soft kiss just below his jaw, "in the morning."
"Yeah," Blaine smiled.
"But I need you to promise me one more thing," Sam added, feigning seriousness.
"Anything. Literally anything," Blaine assured him.
"You'll have to help me catch up on everything I miss tomorrow, because there's no way I'm letting you drag me off to school."
Blaine chuckled, "Deal. What about Glee, though?"
"Oh, yeah, let's go there for Glee, but not before."
Blaine laughed softly again and snuggled into Sam's chest, "I love you," he murmured.
"I know," Sam mumbled into Blaine's mussed hair, kissing it as he tightened his embrace. He felt Blaine smile against the crook of his neck, breathing becoming heavier. "I love you too," he whispered and placed another kiss on the top of Blaine's head before he let himself drift off too.
Before he was even awake Blaine smiled at the light touch of fingertips ghosting across his forehead down over his cheek. With an imprecise sleep-drunk motion he brought Sam's hand to his lips. Gently kissing Sam's fingers he turned on his side and let his eyes flutter open. A warmth still lingered in him from the night before but meeting Sam's eyes Blaine's stomach did a backflip as Sam's sweet smile widened. The same happiness that flowed through him was glowing on Sam's face, in his eyes. The green sparkle of his eyes that was the smell of rain on a hot summer's day, the feeling of soft grass under his toes, everything that was good and right in the world, that was coming home.
"I wanted to let you sleep," Sam said softly and added with a small shrug "but I didn't want you to be asleep, so here we are."
Blaine chuckled. How was it even possible that this adorable, amazing man was in his bed? Yesterday seemed like a million years ago. It seemed surreal, like a distant memory, almost like it was actually a dream. He couldn't really believe it had happened and still felt he couldn't imagine things being any other way. "I'm very happy you woke me up. I'd much rather be with you than sleep."
"So this is really happening?" Sam glanced down at their hands, lightly squeezing Blaine's fingers intertwined with his own. "For real?"
Blaine looked gravely into his eyes and nodded, "If you still want me – with all my crazy and all my stupid – I'm yours. I'm so yours."
"I want you." Sam's was voice barely more than a whisper. Letting his hand slip up Blaine's neck to his face, a grin spread on his lips again, "Oh, I want you."
Sam moved in and let his lips find Blaine's. He was really going for a tender, sweet kiss and it started out like that but it quickly grew more passionate. "God, I want you so much!" he repeated, panting, onto Blaine's lips.
Blaine gasped softly in reply and thrust his hands into Sam's hair pulling him closer, kissing him fiercely, all tongue and clashing teeth. Sam rolled on top of him, kissing him down into the pillows, cracked curls sticking out in all directions. He pushed Blaine's tee shirt up, kissing his neck. He felt himself shiver with excitement as his hand roamed Blaine's naked torso, touching him all over. Letting his fingers swipe over a nipple, squeezing it feeling it react to his touch he bowed his head down and took the other one into his mouth, gently sucking, making him gasp, slightly arching his back. Getting more turned on by the second from the way Blaine responded to his touch he rolled his hips down against him and was rewarded with a louder moan, so he rolled them again with more force. Sam had been hard since he woke up, in fact he wasn't sure he hadn't actually been hard all night, feeling Blaine's erection against his own leaking cock was pure bliss. Looking down between them he saw Blaine's pink cock head poking up over the waistband of his navy blue briefs. Quickly he pulled the soft fabric and his own underwear out of the way enough to be able to wrap his hand around them both. Not really bothering to start slowly he pumped fast and Fuck! he was already so close and with Blaine underneath him solid and warm and thrusting with him, their precome providing just enough slickness, all it took was a few quick tugs before Blaine was spilling hot over his fist gasping into his mouth, and Sam followed only seconds behind. "God, babe!"
Slumping down next to Blaine on the bed, ignoring the way he smushed their come into the sheets, Sam slung a heavy arm across Blaine's chest. Not moving beyond his thumb stroking the line of Blaine's jaw, absentmindedly enjoying the feeling of the coarse stubble.
"Wow, our first time as boyfriends," Blaine chuckled, carding his fingers through Sam's hair, "and it was so epic!"
"Mm, boyfriends – I like the sound of that," Sam mused, pressing a soft kiss onto Blaine's shoulder. "But for our first time – that doesn't count! That was just 'cause I've missed you."
Blaine looked down at him, the gold of his eyes glimmering in the pale morning light, "I've missed you too." Then he added, grinning, "It still counts though."
"Okay it does, but it's not over yet, right?"
"Right," Blaine smiled, that smile that would turn Sam's knees to jelly, that is if they weren't already.
They stayed in bed for as long as they could, but eventually they both had to give in to their need to get properly cleaned up. Normally Sam would have taken his good time in the shower, daydreaming, singing but now he was restless to get back to Blaine. Of course he should have known that would just leave him waiting. Before hitting the shower Blaine had dutifully changed the sheets and as Sam sprawled face down on the bed he just barely noticed the almost silky feel of the fabric against his cheek before he promptly dozed off. He woke from Blaine's fingers sliding along his spine, feeling the heat from his body where he was sitting on the edge of the bed, like himself wearing only the towel that was wrapped around his hips.
"Hey," Blaine smiled, still slowly running his warm hand up and down Sam's back, "You're so beautiful," he mumbled.
"You're one to talk," Sam smiled, turning on his side pulling Blaine towards him until their foreheads were touching. "C'mere, babe," he growled as he kissed him and wrapping his arm around Blaine's waist he brought him down on the bed. Sam traced the subtly defined lines of his arm, let his fingers slide along his side down to the edge of the towel. Under the towel Blaine was completely naked, as was he himself and all it would take to make it come off was just a tiny flick of his finger. The fact that he'd already come once this morning did nothing to diminish Sam's fierce need to be closer to Blaine. He wanted to touch every part of him, every patch of silky skin. He was sure he could never get enough of him – every part his lips and tongue weren't touching he tried to reach with his hands. Blaine's own hands were roaming Sam's back, his sides, groping his ass and pulled Sam on top of him again.
"Sam..." Blaine arched his hips, pressing up against him, "Sam... please..."
"What, babe?" Sam kept leisurely kissing that soft spot of skin below Blaine's ear, "Tell me what you want."
"I want, I want you. Inside me."
Oh, fuck! Sam's dick twitched at Blaine's request, but he stilled, pushing himself up to look at him. He was gorgeously flushed, partially from the intense making out and partially blushing furiously at his own admission. Sam couldn't speak he just kept staring at Blaine in reverence for what was evidently a bit too long because now he stuttered "Uh, I mean only if you want... this is totally great too!"
"No, I want to! God, I want to, it's just... God you're hot!" Sam leaned down to kiss him again, deeply, before making himself pull away again, "It's just, shouldn't we take it slow or something?"
"We've sort of already done slow. I don't need any more time to know this is what I want. Not just this this but you and I this. But also this. But I mean, only if you want it too."
"I do."
"Good."
"So, we're doing it?" Sam asked sheepishly. Blaine didn't seem to notice or mind his sheepishness though, he just nodded slowly biting his lip making Sam groan. Then he rolled to the side and from the drawer in his nightstand Blaine produced a small bottle of lube and a strip of condoms.
"How do you want to do this?" he asked.
Sam found his slight awkwardness both adorable and reassuring, they were both a bit nervous, and that was okay. Then again he wasn't nearly as nervous as he could have been, considering how huge this all was.
"Will you let me?" Sam asked as he took the items out of Blaine's hands and put them on the nightstand. Blaine looked up at him questioningly. "We'll need them soon," Sam assured him, smiling as he looked into Blaine's eyes, wide with lust, before he leaned in and kissed him again. Feeling his chest heaving under him he started kissing his neck, slowly working his way down his body. Their towels came undone and were discarded to the floor. Sam's hand found Blaine's cock and he wrapped his fingers loosely around it, feeling him so hard making those sounds, those little gasps and whimpers, he kept stroking Blaine slowly as he planted a trail of kisses across his chest, flicking his tongue over a small pebbled nipple, kissing his stomach. Letting his hand slide up over it, pressing against the slightly soft yield of his lower abdomen. Gently his hands urged Blaine to turn on his side, allowing his lips to explore his back, running his hand all along his side, over miles and miles of smooth skin. The sounds he made, soft, whimpering, needy moans, made him feel that Blaine wanted him as bad as he wanted Blaine, and made him want him even more. But though he'd absolutely meant what he'd said about wanting to fuck him, because holy shit – he was actually going to get to fuck Blaine and just the thought of it had him right up on the edge, he wasn't about to rush it. He savored every second of this. Blaine was arching his back pushing against him, reaching back and grabbing Sam's ass to pull him closer. His dick was touching Blaine's ass and just knowing it nearly sent Sam off, but adding to it the actual feeling of it... He really didn't want to risk blowing this by coming to soon, before he'd even gotten inside Blaine. Even though he imagined he'd have zero problem getting hard again in no time, just with the way Blaine felt, the way he let Sam take the lead and so clearly enjoyed what Sam was doing to him, even if it admittedly wasn't all that much yet, the way he moaned and gasped and writhed under his touch. Sam maneuvered Blaine onto his stomach and rose to his knees, sitting back on his heels he ran his hands down Blaine's back, over firm muscles and soft skin, down to where the slope curved upwards again. He'd never seen Blaine like this before, and damn, what a sight he was. The side of his face visible - black curls falling down over his forehead, long black lashes splayed upon his cheek, the chiseled lines of his nose and jaw, the soft curves of his full lips slightly parted, his neck, his arm and his ass! Blaine was indeed perfect, head to toe, but his ass, it was like it wasn't even of this world. Sam felt himself ready to crawl out of his own skin just staring at it, he let his palms gently caress Blaine's cheeks, kneading them softly, letting the feeling wash over him. Blaine's ass felt so right in his hands, so round and soft and he never wanted to stop touching it. But he was still going crazy, simply touching wasn't enough, he needed so much more. Leaning down he placed open mouthed kisses on the supple flesh. Apparently Blaine was reading his mind now, because without Sam as much as nudging him Blaine spread his legs to let Sam settle between them, which was the exact thing he'd just imagined him doing. They'd have to explore these new powers later, because now the important thing was that it gave him even better access to Blaine's ass. He gently parted Blaine's cheeks a bit and was completely transfixed by the sight of his pretty pink hole. It was so tiny, and so so pretty. Eventually Sam was able to move again, or rather unable to not move; he dipped in and licked across the hole and Blaine stuttered out a cry. Sam continued licking him, his tongue flat against Blaine's opening, savoring the sounds it drew out of him, the way it made him squirm and his scent, through the smell of his perfumed soap came through a raw sexual smell of Blaine – Blaine was here, he was willing, he was opening himself up to Sam, giving himself to him. Sam circled Blaine's rim with the tip of his tongue before gently dipping it inside, just the tip and just very carefully, but Blaine started pushing back against him and it wasn't long before Sam had stopped holding back and was alternating kissing, sucking and just ramming into him. Blaine felt so amazing and God he was so turned on and he just needed more of this beautiful, wonderful man. He instinctively reached underneath Blaine and found his dick, that was so hard and smooth and just perfect in his hand, and started pumping without skipping a beat. Within seconds Blaine was coming, constricting around his tongue, screaming his name.
Sam rolled Blaine onto his side, lacing soft kisses on his hip and waist while he came down. "That good, huh?" he smiled and looked up at Blaine.
"It was... God, Sammy, you're... it was so good.. Though... I did really want to come when you're inside me."
"So you still want to?"
"Yeah, so much. I'm just not sure I can move yet."
"You don't need to move." As awesome as eating Blaine out and making him come was and as close it brought Sam to his own orgasm, now he really really wanted to fuck him. "Okay?" he asked gently and Blaine nodded. Sam reached for the tissues to clean what he could of the come. Most of it had regrettably landed on the bed, regrettably because of the wet stain it created and even more because Sam now realized how much he'd wanted it in his mouth. A small creamy blob was splashed on Blaine's stomach so he leaned down and licked it up. By now it was perfectly cool, and though the taste of Blaine was unmistakably there it was nowhere near as satisfying as taking an entire hot load. Next time, he thought idly, for the first time allowing himself to really believe that there would be a next time. He rose to sit on his heels, gazing down on the beautiful boy splayed on the bed, content and relaxed. He still almost couldn't believe it. How was it possible that Blaine wanted this too, perhaps even as much as he did? No, he wasn't going to question it, not when his boyfriend was looking up at him with that mix of love and come-fuck-me in his heavy-lidded eyes. Instead he leaned down and let their lips meet, kissing him slowly, deeply, feeling his own need, his lust for this gorgeous man grow urgent again.
Sam was kissing him. Blaine let himself be consumed by the feeling of Sam's mouth on his, it was everything he needed. His fingers were lazily entwined in Sam's hair and through his happy post-orgasmic haze Blaine was only vaguely aware of Sam doing something with his hands, something that wasn't touching him and thus not important enough to fully register in his brain. If Sam would just keep doing this exact thing he'd be happy forever. Blaine gasped when he suddenly felt something cold between his cheeks. The touch was not at all unwelcome, just surprising. Sam's hand was warm and soon the coldness was gone and he was very slowly but with ease pushing a well lubed finger passed Blaine's rim.
"Oh, fuck!" He didn't expect it to feel this good so soon after coming. Not that he didn't still want Sam, he wanted him more than ever. And being this relaxed made him appreciate Sam's ministrations even more because he could just enjoy it without feeling the need to move on or even the need to move. The urgency gradually returned, partly because what Sam was doing to him felt so good and partly because of the anticipation of what was to come. He'd always loved it when Kurt fucked him, hell, in some strange way he'd even loved getting fucked by Eli, even though, or perhaps precisely because there was no emotional connection at all. But however great it had been with Kurt it had never felt anything like this. With Sam everything was turned up to eleven and considering the man had just given him the most mind-blowing orgasm of his life, he couldn't really wait for what was coming next. And right now in this moment Sam's fingers just felt so right, everything he did, the way he kissed him, the earthy metallic smell of fresh sweat and his skin, the smell of Sam, the feeling of being completely enveloped in him. Before Sam added the second finger Blaine's breathing had grown faster and he was pushing back against Sam's hand, urging him deeper. God, for how long hadn't he wanted this? Dreamed about it. Fantasized about it. Blaine couldn't pinpoint the exact moment when he'd first known he wanted it, but he had thought about it already when he was with Kurt. Even during the time when they weren't even friends, when he'd hated Sam for leaving – and for coming back. Even then he sometimes couldn't help thinking about Sam when Kurt was inside him, it used to make him feel sad and he'd hate himself for it, and it made him come so hard. He did, however, know the exact moment when he'd first looked into Sam's kind, beautiful eyes and felt he just wanted to be close to him, from then on. There was no way he deserved this, but still somehow it was happening. Sam was having him moaning and writhing, fully hard again, and as good as Sam's fingers felt he really needed his cock now, "Sam, please... I'm ready," Blaine groaned. Though he almost regretted having said anything when Sam pulled out leaving him open and empty, aching to be filled again.
"You promise to tell me if anything doesn't feel good?" Sam looked almost worried, but smiling wickedly he added, "and tell me what does feel good."
"You'll know," Blaine smiled back. "But of course. You're not gonna hurt me, y'know. Tell you what, lie on your back." Blaine sat up, letting Sam take his place and straddled him. Smiling down at Sam's slightly stunned expression he added, "Don't worry, after you're settled I'm still gonna want you to flip us over and, um, y'know..."
"Pound you into the mattress?"
"Yeah," Blaine breathed.
"Deal."
Blaine let his eyes wander over Sam's chest down to his magnificent cock, pink and hard and so... big. This wasn't exactly news to him, but seeing it like this and knowing that very soon it would be inside him made him dizzy. He let his hands slide down Sam's torso, over firm pecs and washboard abs until finally reaching his dick. As amazing as it looked it was nothing compared to how it felt in his hand, and still after only a few moments of slowly stroking him Blaine was overcome by a desire to taste it. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that this was deviating from his plan to have Sam fucking him as soon as possible. Still he couldn't help to quickly slide down his body, pressing a few soft open mouthed kisses on his way down, nipping lightly at his nipples, but really not caring about anything but his grand prize. He licked it sloppily, before he wrapped his lips around the head - taking in as much as he could and sucked him sloppily, with no real finesse. Sam groaned and arched his back.
"Blaine, fuck..." Sam's dick had this way of fitting so perfectly while still filling him up so much, within seconds Blaine was completely lost in the sensation, bobbing up and down on Sam's dick, taking in more of it and sucking hard. Until Sam stopped him.
"Babe, that feels amazing, but I'mma come..."
Sitting back up, Blaine reached for the condoms. Ripping one open as he leaned down and kissed him, catching Sam's lower lip between his teeth and sucking it into his mouth, working as fast as he could without halting the kiss.
Blaine paused for a second to just look at Sam. He wouldn't have thought it was possible but what he saw made him want him even more. First of all it was the way he looked. Completely disheveled soft blond hair, his lips red and swollen, cheeks and neck flushed, more gorgeous than should be humanly possible. But then there was the look in his eyes, the way he looked at Blaine. There was lust unmistakably but more than that love. It was familiar but at the same time new. It had never been this intense, this unchecked before and for the first time Blaine really took it to his heart. This look of pure love and devotion was one he'd see many more times in his life, but the memory of this, the first time, he carried with him and treasured always. Sam's breathing was shallow and uneven, just like Blaine felt his own. Without breaking their eye-contact Blaine slid down until he felt Sam's erection pressing against his entrance. Sam's hands were resting on his hips, anchoring him as he slowly lowered himself onto his cock, giving himself the time he desperately didn't want but still needed to adjust and breathe as Sam filled him up inch by inch until finally he was buried as deep as he could go. As his eyes fluttered open and Sam's gaze locked onto his, they both gasped.
"Oh my god, Blaine!"
Blaine couldn't articulate a response, overpowered by how completely full he was, and just the fact that Sam's cock was inside him. It was so much, too much in a way, but also it was nowhere near enough. He needed more. He needed to move. Slowly he rolled his hips, Oh yes! that was it. A moan rumbled up in his throat and he rolled his hips again. And again. Sam's grip on his hips tightened, but other than that Sam didn't really move. It would really be so much better if Sam would move. Wait, maybe he didn't know that?
"You can move," Blaine managed to get out. Apparently he was right about Sam having held back, because to Blaine's relief he immediately started thrusting up into him. And it felt so good. Amazingly, mindbogglingly good. Except it wasn't enough. Sam couldn't really fuck him with any real force in this position, and he really wanted him to. Needed him to.
"Let's switch," he told Sam who holding him tight flipped them over in one swift, well-coordinated movement, pushing in even deeper as he landed on top of him, knocking a heavy moan out of him.
"Are you okay, babe?" Sam asked, stroking his cheek. Blaine nodded, breathing heavy, not having words to express just how okay he was or how bad he wanted Sam to just continue fucking him already. But Sam seemed to get it, he started thrusting slowly as he leaned down and kissed him. Sam kept kissing him as he increased the force of his thrusts and was still kissing him when Blaine was far beyond being able to respond to the kiss and was just panting into his mouth. His own cock sliding against Sam's abs felt amazing, Sam's cock inside him, Sam doing exactly what he'd promised fucking him hard down into the mattress was beyond anything he'd felt before, infinitely better than any of his fantasies. Blaine arched his hips up against Sam and breaking the kiss but keeping their eyes locked grabbed them and lifted them up, standing on his knees he fucked Blaine holding him by the thighs, the new angle allowing him to slam in with all his force. By now Blaine's whimpering moans had turned to screams, both wordless and the more eloquent kind ranging from basic profanities to Sam's name. Blaine was so close and he really needed to touch his dick, but with the way he was supporting at least some of his weight on his forearms doing so would be a bit awkward. However Sam was nailing his prostate so perfectly every time he slammed into him and suddenly he felt his balls tighten and warmth welling up inside, he whited out as his orgasm tore through him and he was spasming around Sam's cock pulling it deeper in. Sam kept holding him in place fucking him relentlessly as he shot his come down over his own chest and moments later he felt Sam's cock expand as he unloaded deep inside him with a wordless cry. Sam let them both drop back onto the bed, panting, resting his forehead against Blaine's shoulder. Blaine's fingers worked slowly into Sam's hair, and Sam looked up at him through blond bangs.
"That was..." Blaine started, but found himself at a loss of words to describe what he felt.
"Yeah," Sam smiled, "it sure was."
Eventually they had to move, however reluctant they both were to. Blaine wiped the come off his chest while Sam disposed of the condom before slipping back into bed next to him.
"I can't believe we never did that before," Sam mused nuzzling Blaine's neck.
Blaine laughed happily, "Yeah, what were we thinking?"
"Y'know I changed my mind about Glee," Sam muttered drowsily, "we're not going."
"No, why?" Blaine's fingertips were tracing patterns in the soft, light hairs on Sam's forearm that was wrapped around his torso and he turned his head to look up at Sam's face.
"We're never leaving this house again, I just wanna stay here with you, in this bed, forever. And do that. And a bunch of other stuff."
"I like the sound of that. What other stuff?"
"Off the top of my head, two things, or three actually. I think they're all good to combine."
"Okay, what are they?"
"First of all we need to eat, right?"
"Yes, I'm starving! But I really liked the part about us staying in bed. At least for a bit more."
"Me too," Sam hugged him tighter and pressed a soft kiss onto his temple. "You know I was just kidding about not leaving the house, well, not just, but we'll still go."
Blaine chuckled softly.
"So, how do you want to handle us in Glee? Should we just walk in there holding hands or should we, like, sit them down and tell them? We should wait until after they do their numbers, right? It could pull focus and they might have questions and stuff and-"
"Sam, wait," Blaine gently cut off Sam's ramble. "Are you serious about this?"
"Yeah, why?"
"I guess I just wasn't sure you'd want people to know. I mean we graduate in a few months."
"But that's precisely why. We only have a few more months here and I want to spend them with you. I don't want to hide my feelings anymore, not from them, but most of all not from you. I want to be able to show you what you mean to me every minute of every day. Unless you don't want people to know?"
"Sam, look at me. Nothing could make me prouder than to call you my boyfriend. I want our friends to know. I want everyone to know. But I think we shouldn't rush it. Not because I don't believe in this, in us, because I do. But because it's been kind of an intense twenty-four hours and I don't want any distractions right now. I just want to focus on us and enjoy this. I want us to have it to ourselves for a little bit. Does that make sense?"
"I love you."
"I love you too," Blaine smiled. "Hey, what was the second thing on your list?"
"Watching Captain America, because we never did that before either, and I really want to do it with you."
"Yeah, I saw it with Nick and Jeff, I guess I was kind of the third wheel," Blaine chuckled dryly. Just at the thought of that time a familiar cold squeezed his heart. He'd never been able to make himself bring it up with Sam after he came back, it was just one of those things that it was easier to not think about. But Sam was here now – everything was alright, and feeling Sam's arms around him and his heart beating steadily under his hand resting on his warm chest pushed that awful feeling of losing him out. "How 'bout you?"
"I went with a whole bunch of guys from DQ, right after I got my first paycheck."
Blaine hesitated for a moment, he should just drop it. He didn't what to be needy like this. But he kind of was. "Was he there?"
"Who, Josh?" Sam looked at him with concern, "Y'know, I don't know if he was it was before I even knew him. Babe... Did you want to talk about him?"
"I don't know, maybe. It's just there's this whole part of your life that I don't know anything about."
"Oh, Blaine, I'm so sorry about that. For what happened when I moved. For acting like an asshole, cutting you out of my life because I couldn't handle my feelings for you. I can't believe I treated you like that and I am so, so sorry."
"Sam... I forgave you for that a long time ago. I just feel there's so much we need to talk about."
"Babe, I'm happy to talk about everything, if that's what you want. And you can ask me anything you want about my past, about the people I've dated. But the answer is always gonna be the same. None of them compare to you. Nothing I've ever felt before even comes close to what I feel when I'm with you. And I'm so sorry for all the times I've hurt you, and how messed up things have been at times. But I'm so ready to leave the past in the past, I want to stop being sorry and start making it up to you."
"Sam, that's... You don't have to make anything up to me."
"I do, and I will. My first order of business will be making you breakfast and then we're gonna watch Captain America and you're gonna love it."
"I already love it, and I'mma love watching it with you so much more."
"Aw, that's so sweet and cheesy, but that's not what I meant, I meant you'll actually love it."
Blaine laughed, "You know you're not really making any sense, Sam?"
"What I meant was I'll make sure you love every second of it."
"Oh?"
"Was that 'Oh?' as in 'So you're going to give me the best blowjob I've ever had while I try to watch the movie because that's just the kind of awesome boyfriend you are and also because you can't wait to have me come in your mouth'? Then, yes, because that's exactly what I'm going to do."
"Yeah, that's pretty much what I meant," Blaine grinned wrapping his hands around Sam's neck, bringing him in to let their lips touch.
"But after breakfast," Sam reminded him.
"Breakfast sounds awesome."
xxx The End xxx