I'm Not Your Boyfriend Baby, Standalone
Kurt and Blaine dated prior to this. Nbd.
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Kurt rolls his eyes as he pushes the door to the weight room open. Coach Sylvester had sent him here when he couldn't hold Emily up in an extension for a whole minute. All the Cheerios were fed up with the harsh practices and Kurt wasn't sure if he could handle all of their attitudes today. He'd gladly stormed out of the gym towards the weight room.
He didn't expect anybody else to be in the weight room, it was nearly 4:30 and all of the other sports had been done for at least half an hour. Coach Sylvester had kept the Cheerios after because nobody could get anything right according to her standards. He frowns when he sees Sam Evans, one of the strongest guys in school, at the bench press. He would have been perfectly content lifting without looking like a wimpy cheerleader.
Sam looks up from the bench press as the door slams shut, "Kurt? What are you doing in here?"
Kurt leans against the wall, "Coach Sylvester made me come here. She says that I need to 'bulk up'." He air quotes her, excluding some of her more colourful words. Sam sits up from the bench, "I need some help using this equipment. I'm not exactly familiar with these things."
"Uh, sure. What exactly do you need to work on?" Sam walks over, wiping the sweat off his forehead with a towel. Kurt sucks in a breath, trying his hardest not to get an erection in front of Sam.
"Everything. Well, I mean my legs, my arms and my core. Mostly my legs," Kurt nods as Sam leads him to one of the exercise machines. He's not sure if he's supposed to help as Sam pulls weights off the bar and sets them on the ground.
"You use this to do leg squats. They're pretty simple," Sam ducks under the bar and lifts it up off the stand, "Just back up so that you don't hit the stand and you just squat and then stand back up." He demonstrates it for Kurt with ease and Kurt can tell that he's not even trying. "You try."
He steps out of the way for Kurt, but stands close enough that if Kurt somehow falls over, that he'd be able to help before the bar crushes Kurt's throat. Kurt does the squat once before putting it back, "Is that all?"
Sam nods, a sort of surprised look on his face, "Yeah, I mean you add more weights if you can handle it." They keep adding 5 pounds until Kurt begins to feel the bar getting just a bit too heavy for him. He's squatting a total of 70 pounds and he feels like he's a fucking weight lifter. Sam goes back to his bench press after Kurt thanks him and Kurt has to divert his eyes from watching Sam lift the weights.
He forces himself to focus on his squats, counting and taking a deep breath between each squat. There's a loud grunt from Sam and a clang as he drops the weight bar on his chest. Kurt puts the weights back on the stand before he rushes over to help Sam get the bar off his chest. "Are you okay?"
Sam breaths deeply as he massages his chest, "My shoulder just acted up. I'll be fine in a little bit." He starts massaging his shoulder roughly, trying his hardest not to cringe at the pain. He'd had to deal with the pain for almost an entire month earlier in the year, it's just like that all over again.
Kurt watches as Sam kneads his shoulder before he exhales sharply, "You're so rough. It'll never get better if you're so harsh on it." He steps over the bench, pressing his hands to Sam's back gently. He hears Sam let out a soft moan as he softly massages the muscles.
"Where did you learn how to give massages?" Sam asks as he begins to melt into Kurt's hands, "You're really, really good." Kurt bites his tongue, because he'd learned most of his moves from bad porn movies which he then practiced on Mercedes or Rachel when they weren't butting heads.
"I'm a natural, I guess." He switches from using his palms to his wrist, savouring the noise that Sam emits. His eyes wander up from Sam's back to the mirror in front of the two and Kurt is certain that he sees the slightest hint of a boner in Sam's shorts. He watches as Sam's eyes meet his, Sam knows.
He trails his hands down Sam's back to his waist, wrapping around to Sam's stomach. Kurt has to keep his hands from roaming up and down Sam's abs, trying to keep his focus on the prize. Sam moans out, this time loud and full of pleasure as Kurt grabs his dick.
Sam turns around, pulling Kurt into his lap as he kisses Kurt hard. Kurt's mind is racing, a mere minute ago he was simply giving Sam a back rub to help his injured shoulder and then this. He's not complaining because Sam has this power on him, a force that pulls him towards Sam.
He pulls Sam's under armor off, praising everything mighty that Sam has the hottest abs ever because nothing turns him on more. He'd heard the rumors, that Sam was this dirty gay slut at his old school, but he'd only passed them off as wishful thinking. From the way that Sam kisses and grinds against him, he's not so sure that they're only rumors anymore.
He growls softly as Sam throws his designer shirt on the floor, kissing him harder and biting at his bottom lip in retaliation. Sam doesn't seem to mind as he pulls Kurt closer to him, trailing his lips down Kurt's neck, leaving little bite marks in various places.
Sam doesn't waste time, his hands already pushing Kurt's sweatpants off and torturously running along his dick. Kurt lets out an embarrassingly loud moan as Sam's hands dip underneath his purple briefs to stroke him. He arches his back as Sam's thumb rubs against his tip.
Compared to Sam, Kurt feels like a virgin again. Moaning at every touch, he feels like he's going to explode at any given moment. Sam lifts Kurt up before laying him down on the thin bench press, never breaking away from Kurt's lips.
"Sam," Kurt moans out as Sam leans over his dick, licking a line up from the base. Kurt's certain he's about to come right there and then when Sam pulls away. Sam strips his shorts off and Kurt's honestly surprised that Sam isn't wearing any underwear. But it's incredibly sexy that Kurt can't even begin to deal with it.
Sam leans over him again, kissing him deeply in ways that even Blaine couldn't even compare. His hand wraps around Kurt's erection, pumping him teasingly before he pulls the briefs off completely. Kurt makes an animalistic sound as Sam runs his tongue along the shell of his ear. Sam puts his two forefingers in his mouth, extracting them when they're dripping with saliva. For a moment, Kurt is confused but then he feels Sam's fingers looming around his entrance and everything makes sense.
Kurt arches his back when Sam's first finger presses inside of him. There's a burn, the slightest discomfort as Sam wiggles it before adding the second. He bites his lip to keep from crying out as Sam arches his fingers in just the right way.
He feels oddly empty when Sam removes his fingers, spitting into his hand like in Brokeback Mountain when Kurt gets the message. He bats Sam's hand away from his dick, pulling on Sam's hip until he's facing Sam's dick. A wave of uncertainty washes over him because he has never put a guy's dick in his mouth before, he has no idea how to do this type of stuff outside of porn.
He takes a deep breath in before he channels the vast amounts of porn he's watched. The feeling is odd, Sam's dick hot and throbbing in his mouth. He can feel Sam's pulse in his mouth and it's incredibly hot in this weird sort of way. Sam rocks his hips, pushing himself further into Kurt's mouth, into dangerous territory.
Kurt then remembers that he's supposed to be soaking Sam's dick, not getting him off. He pulls off of Sam, a single strand of saliva connecting his mouth to Sam. He's amazed at what he finds hot as Sam pushes his legs up and over his shoulders. Kurt takes a deep breath in before Sam pushes in.
Kurt bites his lip hard enough to make it bleed, the taste of copper filling his mouth as Sam rips him in half. He's about to break apart when Sam kisses him, soft and sweetly, just enough to let him know that he's there. His now familiar hand wrapping around Kurt's dick again. He feels himself regaining his erection as the pain of Sam's dick eases away.
It takes him a while before Sam's dick begins to finally feel good, the way it's supposed to. He feels himself push towards the edge as Sam thrusts into him. Kurt nearly screams when Sam hits that spot, the one that he's been searching for. He clings to Sam for dear life as he moans out, shaking as Sam makes sure to keep hitting Kurt's prostate.
Everything comes in a tidal wave, he's coming hard, harder than he'd ever when he'd been masturbating. He vaguely feels Sam come as he's riding his own orgasm. He tries to regain his breath as Sam lays on top of him, crushing him slowly but surely. Sam pushes himself off, collapsing on the ground next to the bench press.
"You know, it's always been a fantasy of mine to fuck somebody on an exercise machine."
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I hate this fic and everything it chooses to be. The Sam to my Kurt, this is all for you bb. Ily get better. Kum will fix everything. <3333 worse comes to worse, kurtsie will take good care of his sammy. (I ALSO DIDN'T MENTION HOW BIG SAM'S DICK WAS IN THIS ONE LIKE I PROMISED.)
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Kurt rolls his eyes as he pushes the door to the weight room open. Coach Sylvester had sent him here when he couldn't hold Emily up in an extension for a whole minute. All the Cheerios were fed up with the harsh practices and Kurt wasn't sure if he could handle all of their attitudes today. He'd gladly stormed out of the gym towards the weight room.
He didn't expect anybody else to be in the weight room, it was nearly 4:30 and all of the other sports had been done for at least half an hour. Coach Sylvester had kept the Cheerios after because nobody could get anything right according to her standards. He frowns when he sees Sam Evans, one of the strongest guys in school, at the bench press. He would have been perfectly content lifting without looking like a wimpy cheerleader.
Sam looks up from the bench press as the door slams shut, "Kurt? What are you doing in here?"
Kurt leans against the wall, "Coach Sylvester made me come here. She says that I need to 'bulk up'." He air quotes her, excluding some of her more colourful words. Sam sits up from the bench, "I need some help using this equipment. I'm not exactly familiar with these things."
"Uh, sure. What exactly do you need to work on?" Sam walks over, wiping the sweat off his forehead with a towel. Kurt sucks in a breath, trying his hardest not to get an erection in front of Sam.
"Everything. Well, I mean my legs, my arms and my core. Mostly my legs," Kurt nods as Sam leads him to one of the exercise machines. He's not sure if he's supposed to help as Sam pulls weights off the bar and sets them on the ground.
"You use this to do leg squats. They're pretty simple," Sam ducks under the bar and lifts it up off the stand, "Just back up so that you don't hit the stand and you just squat and then stand back up." He demonstrates it for Kurt with ease and Kurt can tell that he's not even trying. "You try."
He steps out of the way for Kurt, but stands close enough that if Kurt somehow falls over, that he'd be able to help before the bar crushes Kurt's throat. Kurt does the squat once before putting it back, "Is that all?"
Sam nods, a sort of surprised look on his face, "Yeah, I mean you add more weights if you can handle it." They keep adding 5 pounds until Kurt begins to feel the bar getting just a bit too heavy for him. He's squatting a total of 70 pounds and he feels like he's a fucking weight lifter. Sam goes back to his bench press after Kurt thanks him and Kurt has to divert his eyes from watching Sam lift the weights.
He forces himself to focus on his squats, counting and taking a deep breath between each squat. There's a loud grunt from Sam and a clang as he drops the weight bar on his chest. Kurt puts the weights back on the stand before he rushes over to help Sam get the bar off his chest. "Are you okay?"
Sam breaths deeply as he massages his chest, "My shoulder just acted up. I'll be fine in a little bit." He starts massaging his shoulder roughly, trying his hardest not to cringe at the pain. He'd had to deal with the pain for almost an entire month earlier in the year, it's just like that all over again.
Kurt watches as Sam kneads his shoulder before he exhales sharply, "You're so rough. It'll never get better if you're so harsh on it." He steps over the bench, pressing his hands to Sam's back gently. He hears Sam let out a soft moan as he softly massages the muscles.
"Where did you learn how to give massages?" Sam asks as he begins to melt into Kurt's hands, "You're really, really good." Kurt bites his tongue, because he'd learned most of his moves from bad porn movies which he then practiced on Mercedes or Rachel when they weren't butting heads.
"I'm a natural, I guess." He switches from using his palms to his wrist, savouring the noise that Sam emits. His eyes wander up from Sam's back to the mirror in front of the two and Kurt is certain that he sees the slightest hint of a boner in Sam's shorts. He watches as Sam's eyes meet his, Sam knows.
He trails his hands down Sam's back to his waist, wrapping around to Sam's stomach. Kurt has to keep his hands from roaming up and down Sam's abs, trying to keep his focus on the prize. Sam moans out, this time loud and full of pleasure as Kurt grabs his dick.
Sam turns around, pulling Kurt into his lap as he kisses Kurt hard. Kurt's mind is racing, a mere minute ago he was simply giving Sam a back rub to help his injured shoulder and then this. He's not complaining because Sam has this power on him, a force that pulls him towards Sam.
He pulls Sam's under armor off, praising everything mighty that Sam has the hottest abs ever because nothing turns him on more. He'd heard the rumors, that Sam was this dirty gay slut at his old school, but he'd only passed them off as wishful thinking. From the way that Sam kisses and grinds against him, he's not so sure that they're only rumors anymore.
He growls softly as Sam throws his designer shirt on the floor, kissing him harder and biting at his bottom lip in retaliation. Sam doesn't seem to mind as he pulls Kurt closer to him, trailing his lips down Kurt's neck, leaving little bite marks in various places.
Sam doesn't waste time, his hands already pushing Kurt's sweatpants off and torturously running along his dick. Kurt lets out an embarrassingly loud moan as Sam's hands dip underneath his purple briefs to stroke him. He arches his back as Sam's thumb rubs against his tip.
Compared to Sam, Kurt feels like a virgin again. Moaning at every touch, he feels like he's going to explode at any given moment. Sam lifts Kurt up before laying him down on the thin bench press, never breaking away from Kurt's lips.
"Sam," Kurt moans out as Sam leans over his dick, licking a line up from the base. Kurt's certain he's about to come right there and then when Sam pulls away. Sam strips his shorts off and Kurt's honestly surprised that Sam isn't wearing any underwear. But it's incredibly sexy that Kurt can't even begin to deal with it.
Sam leans over him again, kissing him deeply in ways that even Blaine couldn't even compare. His hand wraps around Kurt's erection, pumping him teasingly before he pulls the briefs off completely. Kurt makes an animalistic sound as Sam runs his tongue along the shell of his ear. Sam puts his two forefingers in his mouth, extracting them when they're dripping with saliva. For a moment, Kurt is confused but then he feels Sam's fingers looming around his entrance and everything makes sense.
Kurt arches his back when Sam's first finger presses inside of him. There's a burn, the slightest discomfort as Sam wiggles it before adding the second. He bites his lip to keep from crying out as Sam arches his fingers in just the right way.
He feels oddly empty when Sam removes his fingers, spitting into his hand like in Brokeback Mountain when Kurt gets the message. He bats Sam's hand away from his dick, pulling on Sam's hip until he's facing Sam's dick. A wave of uncertainty washes over him because he has never put a guy's dick in his mouth before, he has no idea how to do this type of stuff outside of porn.
He takes a deep breath in before he channels the vast amounts of porn he's watched. The feeling is odd, Sam's dick hot and throbbing in his mouth. He can feel Sam's pulse in his mouth and it's incredibly hot in this weird sort of way. Sam rocks his hips, pushing himself further into Kurt's mouth, into dangerous territory.
Kurt then remembers that he's supposed to be soaking Sam's dick, not getting him off. He pulls off of Sam, a single strand of saliva connecting his mouth to Sam. He's amazed at what he finds hot as Sam pushes his legs up and over his shoulders. Kurt takes a deep breath in before Sam pushes in.
Kurt bites his lip hard enough to make it bleed, the taste of copper filling his mouth as Sam rips him in half. He's about to break apart when Sam kisses him, soft and sweetly, just enough to let him know that he's there. His now familiar hand wrapping around Kurt's dick again. He feels himself regaining his erection as the pain of Sam's dick eases away.
It takes him a while before Sam's dick begins to finally feel good, the way it's supposed to. He feels himself push towards the edge as Sam thrusts into him. Kurt nearly screams when Sam hits that spot, the one that he's been searching for. He clings to Sam for dear life as he moans out, shaking as Sam makes sure to keep hitting Kurt's prostate.
Everything comes in a tidal wave, he's coming hard, harder than he'd ever when he'd been masturbating. He vaguely feels Sam come as he's riding his own orgasm. He tries to regain his breath as Sam lays on top of him, crushing him slowly but surely. Sam pushes himself off, collapsing on the ground next to the bench press.
"You know, it's always been a fantasy of mine to fuck somebody on an exercise machine."
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I hate this fic and everything it chooses to be. The Sam to my Kurt, this is all for you bb. Ily get better. Kum will fix everything. <3333 worse comes to worse, kurtsie will take good care of his sammy. (I ALSO DIDN'T MENTION HOW BIG SAM'S DICK WAS IN THIS ONE LIKE I PROMISED.)