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..”
Blaine felt both intrigued why Sam thought this was a good idea and–hidden thanks to and adoringly befuddled stare meeting Sam’s–CONFUSED. Tina or any other girl might’ve been not as bold of a statement to broadcast through the halls of McKinley. That was certainly drawing a sort of no going back from here line in the eyes of their very gossipy peers. And boom! Sam hit him with that look. The one that said Blaine was doomed if he ever thought of saying no now. “Hey? You know I’d do anything for you. Anything. But–?”
So many words of wisdom–of making sure Sam understood what he was asking him to do. They all died on the tip of his tongue as Blaine’s head bowed and the floor swung into view. Closing his eyes and letting out a puff of air–he opened them with a lift of his head and caved in. Hands met the bends of Sam’s elbows and he gave them a squeeze and light rattle. “Yeah. Sure. I’ll do it..,” his nose crinkled and–albeit a hesitant second beforehand–a devilish grin lit him up. “First thing’s first though. If you’re my fake boyfriend? I’m the one taking us out for dinner. It’s part of the deal. No exceptions.”
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 thereyet. 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.
He doesn’t know what he expected when he asked Blaine to help him work out but he’s been watching Blaine watch him for WEEKS now ( equal parts kicked puppy and horny teen) and Sam can’t just stay quiet about it. The way he sees it, it’s not fair on Blaine, letting him pine after someone he thinks he CAN’T HAVE and bite his tongue ‘cause he thinks he can’t talk about it. Sam’s glad that he opens up easily, that he doesn’t have to PRY it out of him, and the confession makes him feel warm inside. Spent so much time chasing people that didn’t want to want him that being wanted — hearing that he’s wanted — feels so damn GOOD.
He sets his hands on the floor to push himself CLOSER, knees-to-chest, and tilts his head into Blaine’s space. It’s a risk, crossing this line. Always a chance that he’s destroying their friendship, but he doesn’t wanna destroy BLAINE by ignoring his feelings either. And Blaine’s — amazing. Sam’s sure they could get back to how they were BEFORE today if Blaine decides he doesn’t want to do this. He makes eye contact and licks his lips, leaves no room for misinterpretation.
“You can HAVE ME, if you want.”
It slipped. He couldn’t help it. Holding it in any longer would suffocate him surely because he certainly felt like there was a hand around his throat growing tighter and tighter the longer it took for Sam to say anything. The pause between his confession and when Sam inched forward felt like a crushing press of the pause button on time itself. What did he just do to them by saying what he said? Blaine wouldn’t ever be able to find the means of telling Sam how precious he was to him. Not only because he wanted him. But because of everything Sam had already given was priceless in Blaine’s world.
A person he could rely on. A soft heart and such a sweet, caring soul that Blaine knew if he lost it–his would would never be the same. He waited. Half afraid and half so full of hope that–maybe–this time he’d gotten through out of bluntness. A secret that wasn’t a secret finally made tangible and real because his answer made it that way. Undeniable. Irretractable. A blessing or a deathblow. There were knees against his chest and his heart thundered against Sam’s legs. Unsteady hands cupped bended kneecaps, palms to their points shook before clinging tight. Hazel eyes watched a tongue sweep over a mouth that held the key to everything that would or wouldn’t be between them with the answer it would give. When Sam spoke–Blaine’s gaze flicked up to meet his. Disbelief and relief. ‘You can have me, if you want.’ And Blaine wanted him so badly that he couldn’t breathe. “I want you..,” their foreheads touched as Blaine lifted up to rest them together.
“I need..” Words cut short when the corners of their mouths touched and Blaine shuddered from head to toe at the taste. “Sam,” eyes squeezed shut. One more ragged breath. The warmth of Blaine’s right hand left Sam’s knee and fingertips gently touched his chin and turned him in His left hand lifted to cup the back of Sam’s head, thumb tracing the shell of his ear.
Their lips brushed together with every word. “Are you sure?”
sam: 🙂 sam: tonight? sam: huh sam: sure sam: guess there’s no reason to wait lol sam: what should i wear?
blaine: No! We can totally wait if you want to. blaine: I just thought this was something you wanted to do like now. blaine: You look great in anything. If we do this? Just wear whatever your comfortable in.
blaine: A Henley with an open button up is probably one of my favorite looks on you. If that helps? None of these places are overly fancy.
sam: blaine i dont sam: i mean sam: what if it makes things weird? sam: what if we kiss and i like it and i catch feelings? and then we date and it doesnt work so we break up and its too weird to be best bros again?? sam: i mean i fall in love when a girl looks at me across the street man a good kiss is like a guarantee and ur the best friend i’ve ever had sam: i cant fuck things up with a random guy but i can fuck them up with u
blaine: Hey. Sam. Please calm down. Okay? blaine: I’m really sorry I brought it up. I understand everything you’re saying. I’d never let anything ruin us. Ever. You are so important to me. Too important to lose for any reason. blaine: And I mean any. blaine: If that’s a fear of yours? I’m the last person to push you towards something you have the slightest fear of potentially regretting. That’s not who we are for each other.
blaine: Let’s.. Let’s go out. See if we can find you someone worth it. It’ll be fun! blaine: Least you admitted you think I’d be a good kisser? 😉
sam: oh sam: i see sam: thats sam: do u still have a crush on me?
blaine: Good. Because I don’t want to repeat it if I’m making a total fool of myself right now. blaine: I wouldn’t know if I’d call it a crush. I mean.. What would you say if I said yes? Or that I had feelings for you? Or that I really don’t want you finding some random guy to do that with because it sort of makes me wonder why it can’t be me? blaine: I guess I should let you talk. Sorry.
sam: ohhh lmao i kinda like the handsy drunks tho?? sam: and idk man maybe b/c u offered urself up as my last resort before grindr?? lol sam: like ‘no one irl will kiss u? i must SAVE U from GRINDR w/ my LIPS’ sam: thats like the definition of a pity kiss lol
blaine: You do? blaine: I didn’t mean it like that, Sam! That’s what you’re thinking? ugh blaine: Listen.. I’m trying to say that I don’t think I’d even let some guy at a bar get handsy enough that you’d want him as your first kiss from a guy. How is that ‘meaning something’?
blaine: Maybe because.. God, you can say no and I’ll never ask again. This better not make me regret having fingers to type but.. blaine: What you’re not getting is..I’d like to be that person.
sam: isnt everyone at a club technically “clubish”? lol sam: but yea man, this’ll be my first kiss with a dude sam: dont u think if i’d kissed one already i woulda started questioning then? sam: and i dont think i want my first to be a pity kiss just b/c i cant find anyone else lol sam: its gotta be real u know? even if its just a hookup sam: thanks tho bro
blaine: I guess you’re right. But some are more gross about it than others? I don’t know. It’s hard to explain! Usually the alcohol that brings out the very grabby, hands on approach that can be borderline nasty. blaine: wait blaine: What makes you think that it’d be a pity kiss if I kissed you?
sam: you never made me uncomfortable, dude, it’s chill. sam: and maybe i’ll give grindr a shot if clubbing is a bust lol… maybe!!! sam: but thanks man, that means a lot. sam: you got any fav gay clubs out here?
blaine: Oh. Okay. Great then! Thanks for being so amazing, Sam. blaine: There’s a few clubs we can check out, yeah. Some are a little more low key than others. You’ll meet someone less..well “clubish” there. Trust me. You’ll understand what that means after an hour at the bar of one. blaine: Sam! LOL! I’m giving Grinder a hard no and you a serious side eye right now. blaine: No best friend of mine is blowing his first kiss, or first ANYTHING, with a guy he meets on Grindr. Wait. Would it be your first kiss with a guy? blaine: (delayed a minute or two) I’ll kiss you myself if it comes to that.
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