Glee Fic: Holiday Cheers (Mercedes/Sam, R)
Title: Holiday Cheers
Author:bana05
Rating: R
Word Count: 3435
Characters/Pairings: Mercedes/Sam, glee club
Spoilers: Up through S2 of Glee.
Disclaimer: Glee ain't mine, unfortunately; otherwise, Mercedes would have a harem.
Summary: Sam always did like the holidays - especially when Mercedes is with him.
Author Notes: Twenty Five of the "Then Came You" series. Rating for naughty words and deeds. Please forgive errors and enjoy! And all my East Coast, USA readers, please stay safe from Hurricane Irene!
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Mercedes' Christmas gift to Sam was two parts. The first was a badly needed haircut, and the second was a book on constellations and their history.
"I wanted to get you a telescope, but my parents were adamant that was too much money to spend when we don't know where we'll end up after this year," she explained when he opened the gift bag.
Sam kissed her apology away. "Hopefully with you…"
"I don't know; you'll probably get into some huge school with a kickass football program, Mr. 1875 on the SATs…"
In the grand scheme of things, his score was solidly average; but to Sam, it might as well had been a perfect score. He'd not thought he'd break into the thousands, but he had and more-his strongest section writing of all parts. The Changs had taken him and Mike out for a celebratory dinner just for them, and not even Mike's score of a 2250 could dampen Sam's sense of accomplishment.
Scouts had started coming to McKinley as well with a few interviews lined up after the holiday break. He even had one for the University of Memphis when he went home, but he wasn't thinking about that right now.
He wanted his haircut.
Mercedes' parents were out at one of their numerous holiday parties that night, though he'd arrived before they left and had appropriately oohed and ahhed over Mrs. Jones's elegant attire.
"You can't have this Jones woman," Mr. Jones had warned jokingly. Sam's exaggerated pout had earned Mercedes' eye roll and Mrs. Jones's kiss to his cheek.
"It'll be way after curfew when we get back so, Sam, safe travels to Memphis and I'm sorry we can't drop you off at the airport this time," Mrs. Jones had apologized.
"That's all right, Mrs. Jones; y'all have a Merry Christmas!" he'd replied.
"Curfew," Mr. Jones had stressed as they walked out the door, Mercedes' giggling in the background.
His lady was overcome by the case of the nerves once the door had clicked shut, rambling on about where the haircut should take place and then debating to herself about if she should give him a shampoo first.
"Yes."
She paused and looked at him. "Yes?"
"Shampoo first."
"Oh, okay," Mercedes said with a frown. "I'll have to use one of the barstools to reach-"
"Shower," he suggested, coming up to her until he barred her against the sink with his hands. "Both of us…shampoo…"
"Mmm," Mercedes intoned, arching her body into his as her fingers played with the buttons of the plaid shirt he wore over his long-sleeve tee. "But that still doesn't solve the problem of you being eighty-five feet taller than I am-oh…"
His mouth had found the corner of her jaw and he let his tongue lave it. He continued moving down her body even as his hands slid up her top; and like a good girl, Mercedes lifted her arms so he could whip it off her. He buried his face in her exposed cleavage, adoring the strong heartbeat under his cheek and the way her fingers combed his hair.
"I wish I could spend Christmas with you," he murmured.
Mercedes kissed his temple. "You can phone me, text me, even Skype me if your grandparents have Internet."
He kissed the pulse point at her neck. "Not the same."
She sighed and eased his head from her chest. "Come on; let's get this haircut going."
Mercedes wasn't any mood for hanky-panky in the shower, especially when they were on borrowed time, but that didn't mean Sam didn't try convincing her. When he knelt in front of her so she could wash his hair, he kissed her belly and nibbled on her nipples, grinning when she'd stop lathering his hair to grip it instead. When he bit a nipple harder than anticipated, she jerked and slipped, and would've gone crashing to the ground had his grip not been strong about her waist and thighs. But she refused his finger to the paradise between her legs, so he settled for caressing her softy belly with his trouty mouth.
"I love your fingers in my hair," he whispered against her skin.
"I love your hair," she replied, rinsing his hair from the suds. She laughed. "I don't know how it'll react to Pantene Relaxed and Natural, but I assure you it'll be clean!"
"I'm relaxed and natural," Sam insisted, hugging her waist and nuzzling his cheek against her bellybutton.
"Not all of you," she challenged, brushing her knee against his hardened cock. He moaned and kissed her tummy, distracting her enough to finally slip his fingers between her thighs. She was so soft, warm, and wet, and he wanted to taste her again.
"I love my fingers through your hair," he whispered, loving the soft curls that covered her mound tickling his fingertips. He started to lean forward, his tongue leading the way, but she grasped his chin.
"No," Mercedes stressed, though it came out very flimsy. She managed to back away from him though and step around to turn off the spray, but Sam remained on his knees and nipped the glorious curve of her ass instead.
She jumped. "Sam!"
"Apple-bottom," Sam said with a mischievous grin. "I love apples…"
Mercedes burst out laughing and scooted away. "You are a mess! Get up so I can cut your hair…"
Sam smirked when she picked up the plaid shirt he'd been wearing and buttoned it up over her nakedness. She shrugged nonchalantly but couldn't quite meet his eyes.
"I like how it smells."
"It smells like me, Mercedes," Sam reminded her, nuzzling the back of his head against her belly as they stared at each other through her bathroom mirror.
"Does it really? Wow! That's amazing!" she said sarcastically.
"Well, I think I should get something in return."
"You can't fit anything I wear."
"What I want I wouldn't wear."
She frowned. "What in the-?" She shoved his head playfully. "Nasty!"
"Nothing about your pussy is nasty to me," he rumbled, and smirked even more at the way she squirmed.
Mercedes didn't respond to verbally, but did grin and kiss the top of his damp head.
She hummed Christmas songs softly as she went to work, and her voice and the quiet snip of the shears made Sam drowsy. His head started drooping along with his eyes, so she'd have to gently nudge him here and there to continue her work. When she came before him, however, he perked up a bit, resting his hand low on her hip.
"Almost done," she promised, her brows furrowing as she continued to cut.
Sam curled his hand on her hip and drew her closer, snuggling his cheek into her chest. Mercedes chuckled a little and tickled his ear, making him laugh.
"I hope you don't do this to your barber when you go to Supercuts!" she teased.
"Nah, he's not as cute as you," Sam said, smiling against the curve of her left breast. He touched the point of his nose to her nipple and smiled wider when he realized how taut it was. He caressed her hips and thighs as the gentle snipping of the shears eventually ceased.
"There, done, gonna dry you now…"
Mercedes trailed off because Sam's hand slid between her thighs again and found her hot and slick once more. Mercedes shuddered and her clit quivered against his fingers, making Sam moan.
"Straddle me," he whispered, pulling back to meet her eyes, which were hazy with lust. Mercedes bit her bottom lip, drifting a thumb over his eyebrow.
"You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen," she mused. "I thought that title belonged to Puck, but you…your eyes are beautiful! I tried to give you a cut that would make them really pop but I don't know if I did."
"My eyes merely reflect your beauty whenever I look at you," Sam whispered, tugging her so she'd sit in his lap. Mercedes had made him wear his boxers, but that didn't hide how soaked and hot her pussy was.
"From anyone else, that would be corny as hell," she accused, closing her eyes and pumping her hips in time to his fingers' stroking. "But from you, that made me gooey."
"I love you gooey," Sam mumbled, attaching his mouth to her neck. "I love you."
She hugged him close as he continued fingering her, and he didn't stop until she shuddered her release and flooded his hand. Mercedes scooted her hips back a little to grasp his cock poking through his boxers and began stroking him firmly.
"Fuck," he whispered, his eyes never leaving hers. Mercedes breathed through her mouth, and blinked slowly. Her hand was so soft and warm around his cock, and the fact something softer and warmer was mere millimeters away had him bucking underneath her.
Mercedes bit her bottom lip and shifted closer until the head of him brushed the core of her. He cursed loudly and dug his fingers into her fleshy hip.
"Sam?"
"No…no time…no…" he insisted even as he bore her down on his cock. They both gasped and Mercedes tossed her head back. Growling a little, Sam unbuttoned his shirt with shaky fingers to expose her breasts to his heated gaze and mouth. He greedily latched on to a nipple and continued to guide her grinding with his hand. Mercedes released her hold on his length to clutch his neck, and he tilted up his head to meld their lips together. The chair creaked underneath them and the bathroom turned scorching, their gasps and moans bouncing all along the tiles.
"C'mon, Mercy, c'mon," he urged, bucking harder so that her breasts bobbed against his bare chest. "C'mon, baby."
"Sammy-"
"I love you, baby; come on, come on-!"
He came before she did, but she was too busy chasing down her orgasm to notice. He kissed her harder, surging his tongue in her mouth to tangle with hers, and she finally fell over the edge again. Mercedes broke the kiss with a gasp and sagged against him, her breaths grazing his temple. His cock could feel the spasms her pussy made from the linger effects of her orgasm and his dick twitched.
"I want to slide into you so badly," Sam murmured against her jaw. "But I won't."
She shifted slightly. "Why? Right now, I'd let you do anything you wanted."
"You deserve more than a quick fuck in a chair."
"I have a bed not fifty feet away…"
He shook his head and kissed her collarbone. "No time. I want all night with you."
"If you're waiting for all night, you'll be waiting a long time," Mercedes warned.
Sam brought her head down so their lips could meet. "As if you're not worth the wait."
After a few more minutes of just gently kissing and holding each other, Mercedes left his lap and both washed their hands in the sink. He bent his head down so she could manipulate his hair more, and she smiled at the end result.
"Not too shabby there, Mr. Evans!" she declared.
"I was in good hands," he replied and kissed her knuckles.
"Let me get my phone so I can take a pic and send it to Kurt. He'll have the final say."
"Shouldn't I be the final say?"
Mercedes' indulgent snort was his answer.
Sam followed her into the bedroom, putting on his jeans and the long-sleeved tee as he did. He struck a pose for the snapshot that made Mercedes giggle, and they sat on the edge of her bed waiting for Kurt's response.
"I have a gift for you too," Sam said. She looked genuinely surprised and that made him laugh. "What, you're the only one allowed to give Christmas gifts?"
Mercedes shrugged, twirling the edge of his shirt she wore in her hands. "This is still new to me, Sam."
Suddenly he was nervous, too, and his hands shook slightly as he pulled the small box from his jeans' pocket. Mercedes eyed the gift warily but took it, then brought her hand to her mouth when she opened.
"Sam…"
"I know I kinda put the cart before the horse with this, but I wanted to get you something meaningful and valuable even though I don't have a lot of money to get you what you really deserve and-"
Her lips stole the rest of his explanation. "This is beautiful and thoughtful and I love you."
"Really? You're not just saying that?"
She shook her head and cupped his cheek, kissing his nose. "I'm not. Thank you, baby."
He'd gotten her charms for a bracelet that he hadn't purchased yet. He knew which bracelet he wanted, however; maybe he'd be able to afford it by Valentine's Day. His father had offered to help him pay for it, but he declined. He'd gotten Quinn's promise ring with his own money; he wanted to get Mercedes' charm bracelet with his own funds as well.
"The cookie charm is because that was how we started to become real friends," he explained as he pointed to each charm. "The slipper charm because you allowed me to be your prince for prom…and the coffee charm because that was our first date." He would've gotten an "I Love NY" charm, but those were really expensive and he couldn't afford it. Mercedes didn't seem to mind, though, if her rapid blinking and small smile were a good thing.
She was about to say something when her phone buzzed, and then she burst out laughing upon checking the message.
"What?" he asked, resting his chin on her shoulder. Kurt's "Rawr!" text had Sam blushing and hiding his face in Mercedes' neck.
The high of that last night in Lima faded once Sam returned to Memphis. Christmas at the Evans household carried over the strain from Thanksgiving, and Sam didn't like it at all. His grandmother walked on eggshells around him, and he despised treating her with the politeness merely due to a stranger. This was his grammy, and he loved her.
The fruits of his and Mercedes' Christmas shopping trip were ripe and well received, however. Stacy loved her Dora the Explorer book box set, Stevie his Classic Transformers comic book, and his parents' a gift certificate to a very nice restaurant in Nashville. His grandfather had gotten a starter grilling set, and his grandmother a Patsy Cline master collection CD.
"And Mercedes helped me pick out everything," Sam announced to them, mainly for his Grammy's benefit and they all knew it. He didn't mention Mercedes offering to help him pay, but he'd been saving up from his job to be able to afford the gifts.
"What did you give Mercedes?" Stacy asked, snuggling into his lap.
"Two orgasms" probably would've gotten him grounded for the rest of the trip, so he just said charms for a bracelet.
It hadn't been difficult for Sam to convince his parents to let him return early from Christmas break when they'd bought the tickets, although Sam knew it'd been more the price of a cheaper flight than anything else. Nevertheless, he used that fact to his advantage and appreciated it nonetheless. But before he left Memphis, he made sure to give his grandmother a very large hug and his assurance he loved her very much.
"Oh, I love you, too, Sammy," his grandmother promised, pulling back to frame his face in her hands. "And it seems…just from the stories I keep hearing, this Mercedes loves you too. That's a definite plus in my book, for sure!"
The New Directions plus Blaine were back at Rachel Berry's house for a gathering; although this time, there was no alcohol to be found because her dads had changed the lock on the liquor cabinet and Puck's fake ID supplier had been busted a few days before Christmas. Still, they managed to have fun, running on the last few hours of the holiday season and letting lip-synched acts on the various New Year's Eve telecasts fuel their good cheer.
Blaine, Brittany, and Mercedes stayed giggling over something, and Kurt had a fond smile on his face because of it. Sam grinned with him, nudging Kurt's shoulder with his own, and Kurt turned that smile to him.
"I'm glad they get along," Kurt said. "That first meeting…well, we kind of shut her out a bit and I thought she didn't like him-we weren't even dating at the time."
"Young love," Sam said with a wisdom he really didn't have. The incredulous look Kurt shot him told Sam he wasn't buying it for a second.
"And nice touch with the charms, Mr. Evans," Kurt praised after a second. "Mercedes gushed all about them during Christmas."
"Thank you-thought of them myself…and Tina," Sam said with a little chuckle.
"Well, I approve," Kurt said. "How's your family? Stacy and Stevie?"
They talked for a long while, Sam grinning whenever Kurt and Blaine held a conversation with their eyes that led to the countertenor snickering or doing a coy head toss for his boyfriend's benefit. Sam would try to meet Mercedes' eyes, but she was always talking with someone. Her laughter, though, rang out above all the others, and that was good enough for him.
Suddenly, there was rapid thundering that halted the festivities, and an excited Finn jumped to the bottom of the stairs.
"Dudes! It's snowing!"
Everyone rushed outside, Puck carrying Artie up the stairs while Mike grabbed his wheelchair. There was some snow on the ground from previous snowfalls, but this one was different because it would be the last snow of this year and the first one of the next. They started a snowball fight with the snow already on the ground, boys v. girls with Blaine on the boys' side and Kurt finally on the girls' side. The girls won-but they cheated, using the divide and conquer method and distracting them with provocative booty shimmies and air kisses.
At least they gave them real kisses as consolation prizes.
Mercedes snuggled into Sam's chest and he grinned widely at the top of her head, playing with the little crochet bobble atop her hat. Rachel announced the ball was about to drop in two minutes, so everyone ran back inside.
Except them.
"Don't you want to see?" Mercedes asked as Sam gently pulled her back toward him when she started to follow.
"I've seen the ball drop before," he said. "I've never seen you on a New Year's midnight, though." He kissed her nose. "I prefer this to that."
She shivered, and Sam hoped it had more to do with his words than the bitter cold in which they were standing. But the snow was swirling in gorgeous fluffy flakes, falling upon her as if it were confetti. He brought her closer to share body heat, space, heart, and he pressed his lips to her cool forehead.
"You need more ChapStick, babe," she teased.
He huffed out a laugh against her skin and licked his lips. "Well…in the meantime…"
The countdown had begun, and he moved his mouth from her forehead to her lips in time with it. He reached her mouth before "ONE!" arrived, but neither cared. It was their first kiss of the new year and it was the best one so far.
They continued kissing through neighborhood cheers and hollers, slow, deep, and tender, until Mercedes broke it with a shiver and a sniffle.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"For what?" he asked, tucking her hat over her ears more.
She smiled softly at him. "For being my very first New Year's kiss ever."
He rested his forehead against hers. "What if I said I intend to be the only person you ever give your New Year's kiss to from now on?"
"I'd say stay grounded, Mr. Evans," she whispered on a laugh.
He smiled and brought her closer. "You ground me, Miz Jones."
She let their noses touch. "We should go inside; the big game is this Saturday and I don't need the whole of McKinley coming after me with pitchforks because I made you sick from making out in the snow."
He nodded, but bent his head. "One more, though."
This kiss was even sweeter than the last, their tongues sliding against each other, and hands roamed over their thick coats. Again, Mercedes broke the kiss and hugged him; Sam held her head to his chest to keep her close.
"Happy New Year, lady," he whispered with a grin.
"Happy New Year, Sam."
Author:bana05
Rating: R
Word Count: 3435
Characters/Pairings: Mercedes/Sam, glee club
Spoilers: Up through S2 of Glee.
Disclaimer: Glee ain't mine, unfortunately; otherwise, Mercedes would have a harem.
Summary: Sam always did like the holidays - especially when Mercedes is with him.
Author Notes: Twenty Five of the "Then Came You" series. Rating for naughty words and deeds. Please forgive errors and enjoy! And all my East Coast, USA readers, please stay safe from Hurricane Irene!
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Mercedes' Christmas gift to Sam was two parts. The first was a badly needed haircut, and the second was a book on constellations and their history.
"I wanted to get you a telescope, but my parents were adamant that was too much money to spend when we don't know where we'll end up after this year," she explained when he opened the gift bag.
Sam kissed her apology away. "Hopefully with you…"
"I don't know; you'll probably get into some huge school with a kickass football program, Mr. 1875 on the SATs…"
In the grand scheme of things, his score was solidly average; but to Sam, it might as well had been a perfect score. He'd not thought he'd break into the thousands, but he had and more-his strongest section writing of all parts. The Changs had taken him and Mike out for a celebratory dinner just for them, and not even Mike's score of a 2250 could dampen Sam's sense of accomplishment.
Scouts had started coming to McKinley as well with a few interviews lined up after the holiday break. He even had one for the University of Memphis when he went home, but he wasn't thinking about that right now.
He wanted his haircut.
Mercedes' parents were out at one of their numerous holiday parties that night, though he'd arrived before they left and had appropriately oohed and ahhed over Mrs. Jones's elegant attire.
"You can't have this Jones woman," Mr. Jones had warned jokingly. Sam's exaggerated pout had earned Mercedes' eye roll and Mrs. Jones's kiss to his cheek.
"It'll be way after curfew when we get back so, Sam, safe travels to Memphis and I'm sorry we can't drop you off at the airport this time," Mrs. Jones had apologized.
"That's all right, Mrs. Jones; y'all have a Merry Christmas!" he'd replied.
"Curfew," Mr. Jones had stressed as they walked out the door, Mercedes' giggling in the background.
His lady was overcome by the case of the nerves once the door had clicked shut, rambling on about where the haircut should take place and then debating to herself about if she should give him a shampoo first.
"Yes."
She paused and looked at him. "Yes?"
"Shampoo first."
"Oh, okay," Mercedes said with a frown. "I'll have to use one of the barstools to reach-"
"Shower," he suggested, coming up to her until he barred her against the sink with his hands. "Both of us…shampoo…"
"Mmm," Mercedes intoned, arching her body into his as her fingers played with the buttons of the plaid shirt he wore over his long-sleeve tee. "But that still doesn't solve the problem of you being eighty-five feet taller than I am-oh…"
His mouth had found the corner of her jaw and he let his tongue lave it. He continued moving down her body even as his hands slid up her top; and like a good girl, Mercedes lifted her arms so he could whip it off her. He buried his face in her exposed cleavage, adoring the strong heartbeat under his cheek and the way her fingers combed his hair.
"I wish I could spend Christmas with you," he murmured.
Mercedes kissed his temple. "You can phone me, text me, even Skype me if your grandparents have Internet."
He kissed the pulse point at her neck. "Not the same."
She sighed and eased his head from her chest. "Come on; let's get this haircut going."
Mercedes wasn't any mood for hanky-panky in the shower, especially when they were on borrowed time, but that didn't mean Sam didn't try convincing her. When he knelt in front of her so she could wash his hair, he kissed her belly and nibbled on her nipples, grinning when she'd stop lathering his hair to grip it instead. When he bit a nipple harder than anticipated, she jerked and slipped, and would've gone crashing to the ground had his grip not been strong about her waist and thighs. But she refused his finger to the paradise between her legs, so he settled for caressing her softy belly with his trouty mouth.
"I love your fingers in my hair," he whispered against her skin.
"I love your hair," she replied, rinsing his hair from the suds. She laughed. "I don't know how it'll react to Pantene Relaxed and Natural, but I assure you it'll be clean!"
"I'm relaxed and natural," Sam insisted, hugging her waist and nuzzling his cheek against her bellybutton.
"Not all of you," she challenged, brushing her knee against his hardened cock. He moaned and kissed her tummy, distracting her enough to finally slip his fingers between her thighs. She was so soft, warm, and wet, and he wanted to taste her again.
"I love my fingers through your hair," he whispered, loving the soft curls that covered her mound tickling his fingertips. He started to lean forward, his tongue leading the way, but she grasped his chin.
"No," Mercedes stressed, though it came out very flimsy. She managed to back away from him though and step around to turn off the spray, but Sam remained on his knees and nipped the glorious curve of her ass instead.
She jumped. "Sam!"
"Apple-bottom," Sam said with a mischievous grin. "I love apples…"
Mercedes burst out laughing and scooted away. "You are a mess! Get up so I can cut your hair…"
Sam smirked when she picked up the plaid shirt he'd been wearing and buttoned it up over her nakedness. She shrugged nonchalantly but couldn't quite meet his eyes.
"I like how it smells."
"It smells like me, Mercedes," Sam reminded her, nuzzling the back of his head against her belly as they stared at each other through her bathroom mirror.
"Does it really? Wow! That's amazing!" she said sarcastically.
"Well, I think I should get something in return."
"You can't fit anything I wear."
"What I want I wouldn't wear."
She frowned. "What in the-?" She shoved his head playfully. "Nasty!"
"Nothing about your pussy is nasty to me," he rumbled, and smirked even more at the way she squirmed.
Mercedes didn't respond to verbally, but did grin and kiss the top of his damp head.
She hummed Christmas songs softly as she went to work, and her voice and the quiet snip of the shears made Sam drowsy. His head started drooping along with his eyes, so she'd have to gently nudge him here and there to continue her work. When she came before him, however, he perked up a bit, resting his hand low on her hip.
"Almost done," she promised, her brows furrowing as she continued to cut.
Sam curled his hand on her hip and drew her closer, snuggling his cheek into her chest. Mercedes chuckled a little and tickled his ear, making him laugh.
"I hope you don't do this to your barber when you go to Supercuts!" she teased.
"Nah, he's not as cute as you," Sam said, smiling against the curve of her left breast. He touched the point of his nose to her nipple and smiled wider when he realized how taut it was. He caressed her hips and thighs as the gentle snipping of the shears eventually ceased.
"There, done, gonna dry you now…"
Mercedes trailed off because Sam's hand slid between her thighs again and found her hot and slick once more. Mercedes shuddered and her clit quivered against his fingers, making Sam moan.
"Straddle me," he whispered, pulling back to meet her eyes, which were hazy with lust. Mercedes bit her bottom lip, drifting a thumb over his eyebrow.
"You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen," she mused. "I thought that title belonged to Puck, but you…your eyes are beautiful! I tried to give you a cut that would make them really pop but I don't know if I did."
"My eyes merely reflect your beauty whenever I look at you," Sam whispered, tugging her so she'd sit in his lap. Mercedes had made him wear his boxers, but that didn't hide how soaked and hot her pussy was.
"From anyone else, that would be corny as hell," she accused, closing her eyes and pumping her hips in time to his fingers' stroking. "But from you, that made me gooey."
"I love you gooey," Sam mumbled, attaching his mouth to her neck. "I love you."
She hugged him close as he continued fingering her, and he didn't stop until she shuddered her release and flooded his hand. Mercedes scooted her hips back a little to grasp his cock poking through his boxers and began stroking him firmly.
"Fuck," he whispered, his eyes never leaving hers. Mercedes breathed through her mouth, and blinked slowly. Her hand was so soft and warm around his cock, and the fact something softer and warmer was mere millimeters away had him bucking underneath her.
Mercedes bit her bottom lip and shifted closer until the head of him brushed the core of her. He cursed loudly and dug his fingers into her fleshy hip.
"Sam?"
"No…no time…no…" he insisted even as he bore her down on his cock. They both gasped and Mercedes tossed her head back. Growling a little, Sam unbuttoned his shirt with shaky fingers to expose her breasts to his heated gaze and mouth. He greedily latched on to a nipple and continued to guide her grinding with his hand. Mercedes released her hold on his length to clutch his neck, and he tilted up his head to meld their lips together. The chair creaked underneath them and the bathroom turned scorching, their gasps and moans bouncing all along the tiles.
"C'mon, Mercy, c'mon," he urged, bucking harder so that her breasts bobbed against his bare chest. "C'mon, baby."
"Sammy-"
"I love you, baby; come on, come on-!"
He came before she did, but she was too busy chasing down her orgasm to notice. He kissed her harder, surging his tongue in her mouth to tangle with hers, and she finally fell over the edge again. Mercedes broke the kiss with a gasp and sagged against him, her breaths grazing his temple. His cock could feel the spasms her pussy made from the linger effects of her orgasm and his dick twitched.
"I want to slide into you so badly," Sam murmured against her jaw. "But I won't."
She shifted slightly. "Why? Right now, I'd let you do anything you wanted."
"You deserve more than a quick fuck in a chair."
"I have a bed not fifty feet away…"
He shook his head and kissed her collarbone. "No time. I want all night with you."
"If you're waiting for all night, you'll be waiting a long time," Mercedes warned.
Sam brought her head down so their lips could meet. "As if you're not worth the wait."
After a few more minutes of just gently kissing and holding each other, Mercedes left his lap and both washed their hands in the sink. He bent his head down so she could manipulate his hair more, and she smiled at the end result.
"Not too shabby there, Mr. Evans!" she declared.
"I was in good hands," he replied and kissed her knuckles.
"Let me get my phone so I can take a pic and send it to Kurt. He'll have the final say."
"Shouldn't I be the final say?"
Mercedes' indulgent snort was his answer.
Sam followed her into the bedroom, putting on his jeans and the long-sleeved tee as he did. He struck a pose for the snapshot that made Mercedes giggle, and they sat on the edge of her bed waiting for Kurt's response.
"I have a gift for you too," Sam said. She looked genuinely surprised and that made him laugh. "What, you're the only one allowed to give Christmas gifts?"
Mercedes shrugged, twirling the edge of his shirt she wore in her hands. "This is still new to me, Sam."
Suddenly he was nervous, too, and his hands shook slightly as he pulled the small box from his jeans' pocket. Mercedes eyed the gift warily but took it, then brought her hand to her mouth when she opened.
"Sam…"
"I know I kinda put the cart before the horse with this, but I wanted to get you something meaningful and valuable even though I don't have a lot of money to get you what you really deserve and-"
Her lips stole the rest of his explanation. "This is beautiful and thoughtful and I love you."
"Really? You're not just saying that?"
She shook her head and cupped his cheek, kissing his nose. "I'm not. Thank you, baby."
He'd gotten her charms for a bracelet that he hadn't purchased yet. He knew which bracelet he wanted, however; maybe he'd be able to afford it by Valentine's Day. His father had offered to help him pay for it, but he declined. He'd gotten Quinn's promise ring with his own money; he wanted to get Mercedes' charm bracelet with his own funds as well.
"The cookie charm is because that was how we started to become real friends," he explained as he pointed to each charm. "The slipper charm because you allowed me to be your prince for prom…and the coffee charm because that was our first date." He would've gotten an "I Love NY" charm, but those were really expensive and he couldn't afford it. Mercedes didn't seem to mind, though, if her rapid blinking and small smile were a good thing.
She was about to say something when her phone buzzed, and then she burst out laughing upon checking the message.
"What?" he asked, resting his chin on her shoulder. Kurt's "Rawr!" text had Sam blushing and hiding his face in Mercedes' neck.
The high of that last night in Lima faded once Sam returned to Memphis. Christmas at the Evans household carried over the strain from Thanksgiving, and Sam didn't like it at all. His grandmother walked on eggshells around him, and he despised treating her with the politeness merely due to a stranger. This was his grammy, and he loved her.
The fruits of his and Mercedes' Christmas shopping trip were ripe and well received, however. Stacy loved her Dora the Explorer book box set, Stevie his Classic Transformers comic book, and his parents' a gift certificate to a very nice restaurant in Nashville. His grandfather had gotten a starter grilling set, and his grandmother a Patsy Cline master collection CD.
"And Mercedes helped me pick out everything," Sam announced to them, mainly for his Grammy's benefit and they all knew it. He didn't mention Mercedes offering to help him pay, but he'd been saving up from his job to be able to afford the gifts.
"What did you give Mercedes?" Stacy asked, snuggling into his lap.
"Two orgasms" probably would've gotten him grounded for the rest of the trip, so he just said charms for a bracelet.
It hadn't been difficult for Sam to convince his parents to let him return early from Christmas break when they'd bought the tickets, although Sam knew it'd been more the price of a cheaper flight than anything else. Nevertheless, he used that fact to his advantage and appreciated it nonetheless. But before he left Memphis, he made sure to give his grandmother a very large hug and his assurance he loved her very much.
"Oh, I love you, too, Sammy," his grandmother promised, pulling back to frame his face in her hands. "And it seems…just from the stories I keep hearing, this Mercedes loves you too. That's a definite plus in my book, for sure!"
The New Directions plus Blaine were back at Rachel Berry's house for a gathering; although this time, there was no alcohol to be found because her dads had changed the lock on the liquor cabinet and Puck's fake ID supplier had been busted a few days before Christmas. Still, they managed to have fun, running on the last few hours of the holiday season and letting lip-synched acts on the various New Year's Eve telecasts fuel their good cheer.
Blaine, Brittany, and Mercedes stayed giggling over something, and Kurt had a fond smile on his face because of it. Sam grinned with him, nudging Kurt's shoulder with his own, and Kurt turned that smile to him.
"I'm glad they get along," Kurt said. "That first meeting…well, we kind of shut her out a bit and I thought she didn't like him-we weren't even dating at the time."
"Young love," Sam said with a wisdom he really didn't have. The incredulous look Kurt shot him told Sam he wasn't buying it for a second.
"And nice touch with the charms, Mr. Evans," Kurt praised after a second. "Mercedes gushed all about them during Christmas."
"Thank you-thought of them myself…and Tina," Sam said with a little chuckle.
"Well, I approve," Kurt said. "How's your family? Stacy and Stevie?"
They talked for a long while, Sam grinning whenever Kurt and Blaine held a conversation with their eyes that led to the countertenor snickering or doing a coy head toss for his boyfriend's benefit. Sam would try to meet Mercedes' eyes, but she was always talking with someone. Her laughter, though, rang out above all the others, and that was good enough for him.
Suddenly, there was rapid thundering that halted the festivities, and an excited Finn jumped to the bottom of the stairs.
"Dudes! It's snowing!"
Everyone rushed outside, Puck carrying Artie up the stairs while Mike grabbed his wheelchair. There was some snow on the ground from previous snowfalls, but this one was different because it would be the last snow of this year and the first one of the next. They started a snowball fight with the snow already on the ground, boys v. girls with Blaine on the boys' side and Kurt finally on the girls' side. The girls won-but they cheated, using the divide and conquer method and distracting them with provocative booty shimmies and air kisses.
At least they gave them real kisses as consolation prizes.
Mercedes snuggled into Sam's chest and he grinned widely at the top of her head, playing with the little crochet bobble atop her hat. Rachel announced the ball was about to drop in two minutes, so everyone ran back inside.
Except them.
"Don't you want to see?" Mercedes asked as Sam gently pulled her back toward him when she started to follow.
"I've seen the ball drop before," he said. "I've never seen you on a New Year's midnight, though." He kissed her nose. "I prefer this to that."
She shivered, and Sam hoped it had more to do with his words than the bitter cold in which they were standing. But the snow was swirling in gorgeous fluffy flakes, falling upon her as if it were confetti. He brought her closer to share body heat, space, heart, and he pressed his lips to her cool forehead.
"You need more ChapStick, babe," she teased.
He huffed out a laugh against her skin and licked his lips. "Well…in the meantime…"
The countdown had begun, and he moved his mouth from her forehead to her lips in time with it. He reached her mouth before "ONE!" arrived, but neither cared. It was their first kiss of the new year and it was the best one so far.
They continued kissing through neighborhood cheers and hollers, slow, deep, and tender, until Mercedes broke it with a shiver and a sniffle.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"For what?" he asked, tucking her hat over her ears more.
She smiled softly at him. "For being my very first New Year's kiss ever."
He rested his forehead against hers. "What if I said I intend to be the only person you ever give your New Year's kiss to from now on?"
"I'd say stay grounded, Mr. Evans," she whispered on a laugh.
He smiled and brought her closer. "You ground me, Miz Jones."
She let their noses touch. "We should go inside; the big game is this Saturday and I don't need the whole of McKinley coming after me with pitchforks because I made you sick from making out in the snow."
He nodded, but bent his head. "One more, though."
This kiss was even sweeter than the last, their tongues sliding against each other, and hands roamed over their thick coats. Again, Mercedes broke the kiss and hugged him; Sam held her head to his chest to keep her close.
"Happy New Year, lady," he whispered with a grin.
"Happy New Year, Sam."