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He hasn’t thought about this much. Hadn’t at all before he caught the HEARTS in Blaine’s eyes and realised what was happening. And even after, it was  c u r i o s i t y  that drove his thoughts, quiet wonder that left him with more questions and no answers; left him sneaking glances at Blaine and just thinking. Had a thing with another dancer in Kentucky but he couldn’t’ve been any further away from Blaine — stood just as tall as Sam, with even more definition and skin always tacky with lotion and glitter — so he had no frame of reference, no clue what being with him would feel like.

Was pretty sure it’d feel awesome though, and man, was he RIGHT. Barely even started and he’s hooked, surrounded by Blaine and still wants MORE. Fingers through his hair leave him  w e a k, putty in his best friend’s hands, and the hits just keep coming. The feel of his moan against his mouth, their bodies PRESSED TOGETHER… Feels like he’s the one that’s been starved for this, that’s been wanting Blaine  f o r e v e r  like it’s not all brand new. 

Doesn’t stop there either, ‘cause Blaine talks low in his ear and he’s done, maxed out, A GONER. Can’t stop the full-body shiver or the, “Fuck,” that falls out, his voice soft and  d r i p p i n g  with want — can only cup Blaine’s face in his hands and pull him down with him, bring him back in for another kiss before his back even hits the FLOOR.

It’s not chaste or simple anymore. There’s intent behind it, far more than just CURIOSITY driving it. One hand leaves his face to tuck under his arm and around his back, clutch his shirt into a fist and push him closer, closer, closer; the other curls around the back of his neck and  s t r o k e s  with his thumb. Comes out on a breath when he speaks into the kiss, sentences lost on him.

     “Blaine.”

Hearing the want in Sam’s wobbly voice pushes a soft groan between his lips that split them open a breath away from Sam’s mouth.  He’s close enough to taste the mixture of him and Sam blended together lingering in the damp air between them and the flavor coils through his stomach, flips it upside down and sends the aftermath through his system via a chill up his spine. Oh, he’s just as lost.  Sunk.  Finished and done as his best friend.  Nothing he’s ever dreamt of could compete with the reality of having Sam holding his face, giving back everything Blaine is pouring out.

He moves like half his limbs are too far ahead of themselves while the other half are too dazed to connect with the signals in his blitzed out brain telling him to catch up. Jagged and not as smooth as it ever played out in his head but it gets him to where he needs to be.  Because, Sam is pulling him.  Sam’s hand is balling up a fistful of his shirt making Blaine regret it being there one second and then so, so glad it is when the tightness of the material reminds him just how badly Sam wants him.

Blaine’s throat caves with the whimper a stroke to his WEAKEST spot practically choking him until he forces himself to swallow.  And he hears a word that he devours him.  His name whispered by a voice that he has shattered practically down to nothing.  He did this.  He crossed that line and Sam was his to have.  Maybe not to keep, cause who knew what the aftershocks of this might to do them.  But.  He’d hold onto the moment for as long as he could. Why?  Nothing could feel as good as when his chest lays against Sam’s, their stomachs press tight and Blaine’s hand steadies itself on the outside of his best friend’s knee to guide it closer to his side, hip connecting the curve leading up to Sam’s so he can torture them both with a barely there push forward that sends fireworks exploding behind clenched together eyelids, tongue sealing the kiss and then finding a new mark.  Temptation drags it along Sam’s collarbone to see what might be like, what it might do to him.  It’s vaguely salty and sweaty.  Tastes perfect.  

“Is this okay…,” and he doesn’t wait for the answer when he sucks a patch of skin just past the curve into his mouth intending on leaving his friend with a reminder of what them together was like by.  His hand pressed flat to the floor reaches closer now that an elbow keeps him steady and fingertips dance over Sam’s shoulder.  The other set slide down the back of his leg until there’s a hem of fabric it glides between searching for the spot where pale skin becomes softer, warmer and he has to ignore one last barrier of an elastic band around the leg of Sam’s underwear to get there.  Once he finds it?  He can feel his knuckles digging against himself as he traces the line of Sam’s inner thigh.  Blaine SHUDDERS hard losing his breath and choking on gasps and ruts against him.  Teeth run over the darkening mark on Sam’s neck cracking his mouth open just far enough for the whine that he can’t hold in anymore.  The sensation is enough to make his breathing stop when his mouth starts to trail lower towards the rise and fall of Sam’s chest, kisses peppered and tongue dragging in spots. “Oh God.  Mine..”