sam.

Once the words are out, they’re out. No take-backs. All he can do is HOPE that Blaine takes it well and man, Blaine doesn’t disappoint. It’s like his offer came with its own gravitational pull, drawing the guy in until their foreheads are touching; their lips. Can barely even be considered a kiss and Sam’s heart is POUNDING; tries not to take over, tries to let Blaine call the shots, but he’s so busy thinking about pushing into the kiss and making it real that he almost doesn’t realise Blaine’s talking into his mouth.

Are you sure? A valid question, but he thinks he’s made himself pretty clear. Hasn’t wavered, hasn’t hesitated. The invitation came out easy as breathing in the end, all confident and certain. Even if he did have doubts, Blaine’s reaction would’ve sealed the deal. Practically shaking, breathing like he’s only just learning HOW TO — blows Sam’s mind that someone could want him that much, that they haven’t even done anything yet and Blaine’s already acting like he’s overwhelmed with NEED.

   “Wouldn’t’ve said it if I wasn’t sure.”

He presses his lips against Blaine’s more firmly now, and this — this is a kiss. Chaste, simple, but not a slight catch of the corners, not just hovering against each other. A kiss. He’s kissing his best friend and Blaine’s hands are keeping him close and he doesn’t have a single regret. Legs are like a wall between them though, a BARRIER keeping Blaine at a distance, and that needs to be remedied. 

So he spreads them, plants his feet on either side of Blaine and lets his knees fall sideways, creates a space and opens himself up like an OFFERING. Brings a hand up to cup Blaine’s jaw, to pull him in, and as he tilts his head to kiss him better, he thinks: how could anyone not be sure about this?

Their lips meet and seal words that his entire soul was hinging on. And, oh, the way Sam’s mouth tasted as he dared to run the tip of his tongue between the other’s lips was beyond any words.  A flavor he’d been starving for without ever truly thinking that his hunger would be indulged.  So long he’d been tossing and turning at night, aching for the chance to sample it just once.  Always going to bed, frustratedly panting to catch his breath after sinking into some fantasy to get him by.

Always alone and whimpering his friend’s name into the pillow bit between his tet=eth to muffle his cries. Even in an empty house, making the noises he made while thinking about SAM felt sinful, beyond any lines of the friendzone he’d been put in that he felt he needed to hide them just to be able to look Sam in the eye the next morning. Until..this.

“Sam..  You’re…”  Beautiful.

Blaine moved with him, his chest sinking as he watched in awe as Sam opened his legs up for him to fit between.  A rock in one’s throat should never feel as good as this one did as he swallowed it down and followed the movements.  Rocking up onto his knees, one hand feathered through the top of Sam’s hair to slide his fingers into the back spilling yellow and gold between olive lengths.

Closer and closer–his free hand braced the cap of Sam’s right knee.  Holding on and keeping Sam perfectly in place in the process.  A deeper taste and Blaine let go a moan that wasn’t suffocated against a pillowcase as he pressed the weight of his body, chest to chest, against Sam’s. A smile broke their lips apart so Blaine could trail his up to the shell of the blond’s ear. “Lay back for me, Sam.”  His feathery touch drifted along the inside of Sam’s leg, down and down but not quite there yet.  Fingertips pressed gently against his best friend’s scalp, teeth grazed along a delicate earlobe.  “Please?” He’d worship him if Sam allowed it.  Savor every texture, every breath, every taste or sound he could get out.  All Sam had to do was let him.