Sneaky Shower | Sam/Kurt
Title: Sneaky Showers
Pairing: Sam/Kurt
Words: 3, 355 words
Summary: Kurt insists that Sam needs a shower. Co-authored acontrolist, who wrote the majority of Sam’s dialogue!
Warnings: NC-17 gay men things.
The day started groggier than Kurt would have liked, given he and Sam had spent all evening marking stars on the projector Sam had bought him. Pandora was above his window, and Neverland was above his bed. Yes, they were nerds of sci-fi and theater respectively. It’d been two solid months of awkward hand-holding and gradual intimacy, and now Kurt barely even flinched when he woke up to breath against his neck or hands on his hips. They’d had to be quiet the night before, given Puck and Finn were up to an impossible hour playing video games and Burt had been out until late.
Kurt wasn’t technically allowed to have Sam stay over… But they lied and said he was staying in Finn’s room, or the couch. Kurt prayed his father hadn’t checked on him. His thoughts were interrupted by a dull moan from his left, a shirtless Sam Evans sitting up like a true zombie.
“My hair is still in that dang pony tail you put it in last night,” he complained, dragging the hair elastic from his hair with a wince. He examined himself in the mirror nearby, “I really, really, really need a haircut.”
“You really, really, really do.”
“I’m gonna start saving up so I can do a cut and dye job after Nationals,” Sam explained with a hand running desperately through his hair.
“You’re precious,” Kurt finally conceded with a lazy smile. He gently pushed the hand that was placed against his hip away and slid out of bed. He caught sight of himself in the mirror and winced, regretting the late night as soon as he examined his complexion.
“Do we have to go to school?” Sam yawned, his arms crossed idly over his face. It was mostly to deflect the light from Kurt’s now-open curtains, but also to cover his blatant perving on Kurt as he swished around in boxer-briefs. “I mean I’m pretty cool with just laying here in bed all day.”
“Is that so?” Kurt prompted. “Are you trying to bring down my GPA, mister?”
“Your GPA is not at the top of my list of things of yours I want to bring down,” Sam chuckled, propping himself up against the plush pillows he’d been snoozing on a short while ago. He didn’t fail to notice how Kurt’s eye line fell to his chest when he crossed his arms, or when he stretched needlessly.
Kurt seemed to appraise the attempt at flirtation. He decided that, maybe, if he gave Sam another chance he could do it correctly. It was adorable either way, “What else do you intend to bring down, exactly?” he asked with a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. His hands were busily refolding cardigans as he tried to find something to wear.
“I’ll - uh… Bring your - nevermind. I totally need to work on my pickup lines”
“Now you’re getting up. Come on, you have things to do!” Kurt sighed, tugging Sam out from the covers. He finally managed to get Sam sitting on the edge of the bed, but that was as far as he would allow Kurt to drag him.
“I’ve got you by the waistband of your briefs, I’m not letting you go anywhere,” Sam mumbled sleepily against Kurt’s ribcage. After planting a few kisses against his skin, he meekly peered up at Kurt, as if hoping he’d change his mind. His hand was settled on the edge of Kurt’s underwear, his thumb brushing deliberately against the sensitive spot just above the bone. He stared incredulously up at Kurt, a yawn sneaking from between his lips.
“I bet you are after staring as if you were never going to see my bare hip ever again,” Kurt observed with a slanted smile. It was endearing how his chin lolled against his stomach, eyes heavy-lidded.
“You play dirty.”
“I do not play dirty. Now! Come on, up, up, up! I’ll even brush your hair for you.” Kurt bribed, his eyes fixed pleadingly on Sam’s.
“Sweet! Let me find pants and stuff and I’ll go sit in your moisturizing chair,” he cheerfully agreed, all previous sleepiness now lost to his puppy-like excitement. Kurt considered correcting him on the ‘moisturizing chair’, and how it functioned as a multitude of chairs (including ‘introspective chair’) but decided it wasn’t important enough to note.
“I can’t believe we slept in till eight A. M. That’s horrific for me.”
“It’s your fault! You look so innocent when you sleep! And you’re wicked warm…” Sam flushed happily, his cheeks a noticeable red amongst his lengthy blonde hair. “S’all your fault.”
Kurt pressed his lips together tightly as he appraised his boyfriend. He nodded decidedly, his fingers wriggling knots out of his hair. “You need to shower first though, your hair is ungodly right now. What did you do?”
“What do you mean what did I do?” Sam defended, “I was attached to you all night!” At Kurt’s perfectly arched eyebrow (which he totally either taught Quinn, or learned off her), he admitted defeated and stumbled sluggishly toward the en-suite. “Fine, fine, fine, I’m going,” he groaned, dragging the ‘g’ sound out as long as he possibly could.
“Good boy,” Kurt smirked, gently. “Hm. I’ll go make breakfast.”
“You’re leaving me?” Sam snapped in surprise, hopefully batting his eyelashes at Kurt.
“Yes. Why?” Kurt asked as he tugged on a pair of bedazzled sweatpants. He could at least attempt to be fashionable whilst wearing the least attractive item in his home staples. After pulling a loose shirt with ‘J’aime faire des achats et les garçons’ emblazoned across it.
“Fine.”
“Are you going to drown, sweetie?” Kurt pouted, his tone thick with mockery. He had half a mind to invite himself into the shower with Sam, but he didn’t want to seem - well - forward, or presumptuous. And that required the confidence Kurt didn’t quite have yet. No, he had to be subtle about all this.
“In all the loneliness?” Sam dramatically announced, his lips drawn into a familiar pout. “Yeah.”
“Oh my God, you’re a drama queen,” Kurt laughed aloud, his fingertips pressed against his temple as he giggled over Sam’s attempt to entice him into the shower. Or, to just be as dramatic as possible about the situation.
“Go make breakfast.”
“No, no, I wouldn’t want you drowning in loneliness,” Kurt repeated in a melodramatic tone, his hands settled neatly on his hips.
“No, someone needs to make us food,” Sam sighed. After a pathetic stare at Kurt’s now clothed body, he gently shut the door behind him. Kurt could hear him plod around in the bathroom, heels barely audible as they collided with tiles. Then water started. Kurt gnawed on his bottom lip, now leaning against the outside of the bathroom door. “I’ll be down in a sec, I just have to- ow! Hot water! Dude!”
“So you don’t want to shower with me?” Kurt called through the door, just loud enough for him to hear it. “My feelings are so very hurt Sam. Expect frowny faces carved into your pancakes.”
Sam made a few tense sounds before actually managing something audible. “It’s not like that!” The door cracked open, with Sam standing nervously in front of him. Kurt knew he was trying to be cautious with how forward he was, but sometimes Kurt just wanted to sit back and be taken for a ride - not, literally. Just, less questions, more decisiveness. “Showering with you will make me want to do things other than shower.” He watched as Kurt lingered in his bedroom’s doorway briefly before rounding the corner.
“You say that as if it’s a bad thing!” The voice echoed down the hall back to Sam as he aptly strut down the hallway. He wasn’t necessarily the most confident with anything remotely intimate, but he’d woken with a confidence kick. It was nice, really.
“W-we, I mean… do we like, have time? Because I mean I don’t wanna make you late and we have to eat or at least I have to make my protein shake and um…” Sam babbled, only stopping when he was met with Kurt’s head popping back into his bedroom.
“Well I don’t know. There is Jamba Juice…” he casually pointed out, stepping into his bedroom before clicking his door shut (and locked. His father had yet to remove the lock that’d been there since they’d bought the house).
“I guess I could make a shake in the car….”
“Well?” Kurt sung gently, sneaking into the bathroom and closing the door behind him.
“Fine, get in here,” Sam sighed.
“How gracious of you,” Kurt scoffed, appreciating how ineloquent and clumsy Sam was with words in comparison to himself. He didn’t mind that much, really.
“I know,” Sam replied only as a token to the previous conversation. He clearly wasn’t paying much attention to anything outside the slants and curves of Kurt’s figure as he shucked his shirt and sweatpants off. Sam courteously brought his attention back to Sam’s face as Kurt thumbed the elastic of his briefs. “So is my hair clean enough now?”
Kurt just met Sam’s eye with a full-lipped smile, his eyes crinkled as he leaned up the slightest to kiss along Sam’s cheek. He stepped into the shower, hands steadying himself against Sam as he adjusted to the warmth of the water.
“Your hair was fine before. I was just getting you in my shower. I’m incredibly sneaky.”
“You are sneaky, dang.” Sam agreed, angling his head slightly to catch Kurt’s lips with his own.
“It’s a talent that I always have possessed,”
“So what’s your plan, Agent Hummel?” Sam laughed aloud, anticipating Kurt’s next move.
“Good question, good question…” Kurt feigned innocence briefly before wrapping his arms around Sam’s neck.
“I know you have one, don’t play dumb.”
“You take all the fun out of this, you know.” Even though it sounded like he was complaining, he felt no actual annoyance. He met the other’s eye with his usual countenance of blushing and smiling like he was tipsy. Sam just made him happy; excited; it was a nice feeling of warmth that started just a little below his stomach.
“Fine, do you want me to act dumb so you can go all Shawshank on me?”
Kurt wished people would stop using that as an example of gays. “Not sure how to take that… I’d prefer you to be willing,” Kurt softly admitted, his fingertips tracing patterns across the defined lines of Sam’s collarbone.
“Soo… What if I pull you up against me like this,” Sam grinned, his arms as strong as ever as he encouraged Kurt into his chest. He was met with little resistance, and after a brief moment of eye contact he presumed that was enough permission to take it a step further. Sam forfeited the attention he was paying to Kurt’s eyes for his lips, gently tilting Kurt’s head back with a hand as he kissed him. Properly, for the first time that morning. It started off slow, careful, almost as if Sam was second-guessing himself. The kiss progressed further, with Sam’s mouth opening the slightest as he tried to encourage Kurt’s own lips apart. It didn’t take that much convincing, as Kurt’s eagerness allowed him to match Sam almost instantly.
Kurt was proud because his teeth barely clicked with Sam’s this time (a real fear he had with not really having much experience with this kind of closeness). After almost of pure minute of strong hands on his sides, and tongues shyly rolling together, Kurt inched himself away from Sam,
“All right, okay, much better. Though, if I may remind you we only have so much time.
“Is this you cutting me off before anything even happens?”
“What? No. Just, shh Sam. You talk far too much,” Kurt scolded, but his tone was not nearly angry enough to actually instil fear into Sam. His chin was angled up as Sam nibbled down his throat tenderly.
“Yawne nga ‘ampi,” Sam groaned in a low, amused tone against the base of Kurt’s neck. At a guess, he didn’t even realize he’d just spoken in Na’vi, let alone what he’d asked for. In any other situation, Kurt would normally have regretted the force with which he shoved Sam against the tiled wall. But right now? It seemed more than appropriate to keep him in place.
The way they kept meeting with shallow, desperate thrusts was starting to grate on Kurt’s nerves. It felt astonishing, but it wasn’t adequate. It was all too much, and not enough, and too exquisite but not nearly as satisfying as Kurt knew it could be. “Sam, lean back a little more,” Kurt breathlessly prompted, his eyes alight with determination. With a few hand flourishes, he waved Sam’s hands off of him. He didn’t hesitate to slip down to his knees, not regretting the way Sam seemed to halt his breathing; as if breathing would scare Kurt away.
“Just - relax.” Kurt added in a soothing tone.
“I’m totally relaxed.”
“Then perhaps just appreciate where I’m currently trailing fingers,” he punctuated this statement with bold strokes of his fingers down Sam’s distracting abs. Here he was, perched in a shower in front of his boyfriend. He felt amazing about himself for something he’d always put to shame in his mind, which in itself was liberating in so many ways.
Kurt felt red hot with confidence, the water that was rolling down all surfaces clearly having some effect. It was steamy, hazy, and he suddenly felt like he was in one of those tacky films he’d watched in attempts to understand sex. It was different now - totally different, actually. He didn’t see it as rudimentary as sex, or a sexual act. It was appreciating Sam in a way only he could (or, more accurately, in a way only he was allowed to. Sam was his, after all).
His fingertips could only linger at his abs and hips for so long before he acknowledged there were more pressing matters. With an assured inward nod and an anticipated nod, he allowed Sam the friction his hips had been desperately searching for since Kurt had first entered the shower.
It was foreign - but familiar. If that made any sense. But any thoughts he had on the matter as his fingers shyly wrapped around the base of the other’s erection were lost to him when Sam made a low, desperate sound. After a few anticipatory thoughts were shucked in the way of his shirt and briefs, Kurt smiled up at Sam as if to ask if he was doing okay.
“Thank God for morning showers,” Sam chuckled thickly.
“Yes, yes, praise your spaghetti monster later.”
The warm, rough hand that settled on his jaw line was more than encouraging. Sam smiled warmly down at him like he’d just been given the best gift in the entire world. His eyes squinted before he rocked his hips against Kurt’s incredibly slow movements. A few refrains of curse words mixed with his name sent a chill of confidence down Kurt’s spine.
“Well, heregoesnothingallrightokay,” Kurt quickly lumped together, licking his lips before shifting closer on his knees. The feeling was incredibly odd, that’s all he could say. It was basically a giant example of trust - it was something incredibly precious to a boy after all, and Kurt has his teeth far too close to it. But - Sam had offered him this before, so there was no question of whether or not Sam himself wanted this.
A few exploratory licks and sucks gave him a stronger sense of confidence. This was the first proper attempt he’d ever given this, especially in such a well-lit area. Sam’s eyes were switching between pinched in satisfaction (he hoped) and trying to catch Kurt. He peered up with a questioning expression, licking his lips briefly. And then, he just sort of - well - went for it. He’d spent too long mentally berating himself for a multitude of things as the best way Kurt Hummel knew how to deal with a problem was to just tackle it, head on.
He might have giggled at that in any other situation, but not now. Not intentionally. The vibrations did seem to work in his favour, though, so he hummed a little tune as he willed himself to inch his mouth little by little. A stifled moan broke the otherwise apparent silence. Sam’s hand groped at the shower wall behind him before coming to rest against the slicked back of Kurt’s head. “Kurt…”
“Just - tell me if this is okay, okay?” Kurt asked gently, drawn back from his previous work. “I’d rather not embarrass myself kneeling naked in a shower.”
“That’s beyond okay Kurt,” Sam huffed in amusement, “and I can grip your hair all I want cause you haven’t styled it yet!”
“What a victory for you… Okay, okay, I’m being nice and not snarky,” Kurt mewled before lapping at the head of Sam’s erection as if it were some kind of apology. He smirked openly when Sam reacted, shoulder blades pinching together so his chest was forced out. Incredibly - well - sexy.
“I have a whole new appreciation for your eyes dude,” Sam admitted as he examined Kurt’s determined face, “and your lips.”
“Apologies. You’re giving me incredibly intense looks right now, so I’m definitely agreeing the feeling is mutual. Though, Sam, I’m forfeiting talking for a few minutes for - well - obvious reasons,” Kurt needlessly announced. He was chatty, he couldn’t help it. But he also wanted to perfect this whole act while he could.
Sam mumbled a few words of encouragement once more, his fingers knotted up in Kurt’s hair as he just leant back and enjoyed the sensation of a tongue and lips working at an incredibly freaking sensitive area. “Yeah, yeah,” Sam slurred loudly before blushing a thick red. He’d meant to keep quiet, but Kurt was surprisingly eager and talented - something he hadn’t considered or anticipated. “Um, that thing with your tongue…. keep doing that… it feels like… wicked good,” Sam groaned, his fingers tensing whenever he’d swirl his tongue in a particular way.
It didn’t take much longer, with Kurt following Sam’s suggestion to the letter. He’d been a little embarrassed by the way Sam was speaking, but he ignored it. It made him feel amazing about himself - like he was the only thing that mattered right now, as if he was all Sam needed. Which was an odd thought to have as he sucked at something like his life depended on it.
Good lord, what has gotten into me? Kurt thought wildly before catching sight of how angelic and aroused Sam managed to be all at once. A halo of wet around was splayed across his face and sticking to the wall. All his muscles visually contracting in one final tribute to the effort Kurt had put into this, a stifled moan echoing helplessly through the bathroom.
Kurt managed to avoid getting hit in the face by any of it, thankfully. He liked being able to see. He bashfully wiped at his lips and cheek, examining the hot, white liquid pointedly before washing it cleaning away with the water that was slowly becoming cold. “Just sort of let me wash off annnd…” Kurt wriggled under the water briefly before standing up and settling his hands on Sam’s hips.
“I feel odd.”
“You feel okay though right?” Sam nervously asked, his chest still heaving with slow breaths.
“Of course! I just feel - accomplished? If that makes sense…”
Sam just smirked, shining happily through a post-orgasm
“Surprise kiss!”
“It’s not a surprise if you announce it,” Kurt pointed out before Sam insisted a kiss upon him.
“Thank freakin Jesus you have your own bathroom.”
“The spoils of being a demanding diva,” Kurt promptly announced with a smile, tapping thoughtfully on Sam’s nose with his index finger. He wasn’t spared from Sam’s need to hug, kisses being dragged from his ear to his collarbone like Sam hadn’t seen him in years. It was Kurt who pulled him into a firm kiss, his tongue invading Sam’s mouth first.
It occurred to Kurt that confidence was key to a performer, and to a partner.
Pairing: Sam/Kurt
Words: 3, 355 words
Summary: Kurt insists that Sam needs a shower. Co-authored acontrolist, who wrote the majority of Sam’s dialogue!
Warnings: NC-17 gay men things.
The day started groggier than Kurt would have liked, given he and Sam had spent all evening marking stars on the projector Sam had bought him. Pandora was above his window, and Neverland was above his bed. Yes, they were nerds of sci-fi and theater respectively. It’d been two solid months of awkward hand-holding and gradual intimacy, and now Kurt barely even flinched when he woke up to breath against his neck or hands on his hips. They’d had to be quiet the night before, given Puck and Finn were up to an impossible hour playing video games and Burt had been out until late.
Kurt wasn’t technically allowed to have Sam stay over… But they lied and said he was staying in Finn’s room, or the couch. Kurt prayed his father hadn’t checked on him. His thoughts were interrupted by a dull moan from his left, a shirtless Sam Evans sitting up like a true zombie.
“My hair is still in that dang pony tail you put it in last night,” he complained, dragging the hair elastic from his hair with a wince. He examined himself in the mirror nearby, “I really, really, really need a haircut.”
“You really, really, really do.”
“I’m gonna start saving up so I can do a cut and dye job after Nationals,” Sam explained with a hand running desperately through his hair.
“You’re precious,” Kurt finally conceded with a lazy smile. He gently pushed the hand that was placed against his hip away and slid out of bed. He caught sight of himself in the mirror and winced, regretting the late night as soon as he examined his complexion.
“Do we have to go to school?” Sam yawned, his arms crossed idly over his face. It was mostly to deflect the light from Kurt’s now-open curtains, but also to cover his blatant perving on Kurt as he swished around in boxer-briefs. “I mean I’m pretty cool with just laying here in bed all day.”
“Is that so?” Kurt prompted. “Are you trying to bring down my GPA, mister?”
“Your GPA is not at the top of my list of things of yours I want to bring down,” Sam chuckled, propping himself up against the plush pillows he’d been snoozing on a short while ago. He didn’t fail to notice how Kurt’s eye line fell to his chest when he crossed his arms, or when he stretched needlessly.
Kurt seemed to appraise the attempt at flirtation. He decided that, maybe, if he gave Sam another chance he could do it correctly. It was adorable either way, “What else do you intend to bring down, exactly?” he asked with a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. His hands were busily refolding cardigans as he tried to find something to wear.
“I’ll - uh… Bring your - nevermind. I totally need to work on my pickup lines”
“Now you’re getting up. Come on, you have things to do!” Kurt sighed, tugging Sam out from the covers. He finally managed to get Sam sitting on the edge of the bed, but that was as far as he would allow Kurt to drag him.
“I’ve got you by the waistband of your briefs, I’m not letting you go anywhere,” Sam mumbled sleepily against Kurt’s ribcage. After planting a few kisses against his skin, he meekly peered up at Kurt, as if hoping he’d change his mind. His hand was settled on the edge of Kurt’s underwear, his thumb brushing deliberately against the sensitive spot just above the bone. He stared incredulously up at Kurt, a yawn sneaking from between his lips.
“I bet you are after staring as if you were never going to see my bare hip ever again,” Kurt observed with a slanted smile. It was endearing how his chin lolled against his stomach, eyes heavy-lidded.
“You play dirty.”
“I do not play dirty. Now! Come on, up, up, up! I’ll even brush your hair for you.” Kurt bribed, his eyes fixed pleadingly on Sam’s.
“Sweet! Let me find pants and stuff and I’ll go sit in your moisturizing chair,” he cheerfully agreed, all previous sleepiness now lost to his puppy-like excitement. Kurt considered correcting him on the ‘moisturizing chair’, and how it functioned as a multitude of chairs (including ‘introspective chair’) but decided it wasn’t important enough to note.
“I can’t believe we slept in till eight A. M. That’s horrific for me.”
“It’s your fault! You look so innocent when you sleep! And you’re wicked warm…” Sam flushed happily, his cheeks a noticeable red amongst his lengthy blonde hair. “S’all your fault.”
Kurt pressed his lips together tightly as he appraised his boyfriend. He nodded decidedly, his fingers wriggling knots out of his hair. “You need to shower first though, your hair is ungodly right now. What did you do?”
“What do you mean what did I do?” Sam defended, “I was attached to you all night!” At Kurt’s perfectly arched eyebrow (which he totally either taught Quinn, or learned off her), he admitted defeated and stumbled sluggishly toward the en-suite. “Fine, fine, fine, I’m going,” he groaned, dragging the ‘g’ sound out as long as he possibly could.
“Good boy,” Kurt smirked, gently. “Hm. I’ll go make breakfast.”
“You’re leaving me?” Sam snapped in surprise, hopefully batting his eyelashes at Kurt.
“Yes. Why?” Kurt asked as he tugged on a pair of bedazzled sweatpants. He could at least attempt to be fashionable whilst wearing the least attractive item in his home staples. After pulling a loose shirt with ‘J’aime faire des achats et les garçons’ emblazoned across it.
“Fine.”
“Are you going to drown, sweetie?” Kurt pouted, his tone thick with mockery. He had half a mind to invite himself into the shower with Sam, but he didn’t want to seem - well - forward, or presumptuous. And that required the confidence Kurt didn’t quite have yet. No, he had to be subtle about all this.
“In all the loneliness?” Sam dramatically announced, his lips drawn into a familiar pout. “Yeah.”
“Oh my God, you’re a drama queen,” Kurt laughed aloud, his fingertips pressed against his temple as he giggled over Sam’s attempt to entice him into the shower. Or, to just be as dramatic as possible about the situation.
“Go make breakfast.”
“No, no, I wouldn’t want you drowning in loneliness,” Kurt repeated in a melodramatic tone, his hands settled neatly on his hips.
“No, someone needs to make us food,” Sam sighed. After a pathetic stare at Kurt’s now clothed body, he gently shut the door behind him. Kurt could hear him plod around in the bathroom, heels barely audible as they collided with tiles. Then water started. Kurt gnawed on his bottom lip, now leaning against the outside of the bathroom door. “I’ll be down in a sec, I just have to- ow! Hot water! Dude!”
“So you don’t want to shower with me?” Kurt called through the door, just loud enough for him to hear it. “My feelings are so very hurt Sam. Expect frowny faces carved into your pancakes.”
Sam made a few tense sounds before actually managing something audible. “It’s not like that!” The door cracked open, with Sam standing nervously in front of him. Kurt knew he was trying to be cautious with how forward he was, but sometimes Kurt just wanted to sit back and be taken for a ride - not, literally. Just, less questions, more decisiveness. “Showering with you will make me want to do things other than shower.” He watched as Kurt lingered in his bedroom’s doorway briefly before rounding the corner.
“You say that as if it’s a bad thing!” The voice echoed down the hall back to Sam as he aptly strut down the hallway. He wasn’t necessarily the most confident with anything remotely intimate, but he’d woken with a confidence kick. It was nice, really.
“W-we, I mean… do we like, have time? Because I mean I don’t wanna make you late and we have to eat or at least I have to make my protein shake and um…” Sam babbled, only stopping when he was met with Kurt’s head popping back into his bedroom.
“Well I don’t know. There is Jamba Juice…” he casually pointed out, stepping into his bedroom before clicking his door shut (and locked. His father had yet to remove the lock that’d been there since they’d bought the house).
“I guess I could make a shake in the car….”
“Well?” Kurt sung gently, sneaking into the bathroom and closing the door behind him.
“Fine, get in here,” Sam sighed.
“How gracious of you,” Kurt scoffed, appreciating how ineloquent and clumsy Sam was with words in comparison to himself. He didn’t mind that much, really.
“I know,” Sam replied only as a token to the previous conversation. He clearly wasn’t paying much attention to anything outside the slants and curves of Kurt’s figure as he shucked his shirt and sweatpants off. Sam courteously brought his attention back to Sam’s face as Kurt thumbed the elastic of his briefs. “So is my hair clean enough now?”
Kurt just met Sam’s eye with a full-lipped smile, his eyes crinkled as he leaned up the slightest to kiss along Sam’s cheek. He stepped into the shower, hands steadying himself against Sam as he adjusted to the warmth of the water.
“Your hair was fine before. I was just getting you in my shower. I’m incredibly sneaky.”
“You are sneaky, dang.” Sam agreed, angling his head slightly to catch Kurt’s lips with his own.
“It’s a talent that I always have possessed,”
“So what’s your plan, Agent Hummel?” Sam laughed aloud, anticipating Kurt’s next move.
“Good question, good question…” Kurt feigned innocence briefly before wrapping his arms around Sam’s neck.
“I know you have one, don’t play dumb.”
“You take all the fun out of this, you know.” Even though it sounded like he was complaining, he felt no actual annoyance. He met the other’s eye with his usual countenance of blushing and smiling like he was tipsy. Sam just made him happy; excited; it was a nice feeling of warmth that started just a little below his stomach.
“Fine, do you want me to act dumb so you can go all Shawshank on me?”
Kurt wished people would stop using that as an example of gays. “Not sure how to take that… I’d prefer you to be willing,” Kurt softly admitted, his fingertips tracing patterns across the defined lines of Sam’s collarbone.
“Soo… What if I pull you up against me like this,” Sam grinned, his arms as strong as ever as he encouraged Kurt into his chest. He was met with little resistance, and after a brief moment of eye contact he presumed that was enough permission to take it a step further. Sam forfeited the attention he was paying to Kurt’s eyes for his lips, gently tilting Kurt’s head back with a hand as he kissed him. Properly, for the first time that morning. It started off slow, careful, almost as if Sam was second-guessing himself. The kiss progressed further, with Sam’s mouth opening the slightest as he tried to encourage Kurt’s own lips apart. It didn’t take that much convincing, as Kurt’s eagerness allowed him to match Sam almost instantly.
Kurt was proud because his teeth barely clicked with Sam’s this time (a real fear he had with not really having much experience with this kind of closeness). After almost of pure minute of strong hands on his sides, and tongues shyly rolling together, Kurt inched himself away from Sam,
“All right, okay, much better. Though, if I may remind you we only have so much time.
“Is this you cutting me off before anything even happens?”
“What? No. Just, shh Sam. You talk far too much,” Kurt scolded, but his tone was not nearly angry enough to actually instil fear into Sam. His chin was angled up as Sam nibbled down his throat tenderly.
“Yawne nga ‘ampi,” Sam groaned in a low, amused tone against the base of Kurt’s neck. At a guess, he didn’t even realize he’d just spoken in Na’vi, let alone what he’d asked for. In any other situation, Kurt would normally have regretted the force with which he shoved Sam against the tiled wall. But right now? It seemed more than appropriate to keep him in place.
The way they kept meeting with shallow, desperate thrusts was starting to grate on Kurt’s nerves. It felt astonishing, but it wasn’t adequate. It was all too much, and not enough, and too exquisite but not nearly as satisfying as Kurt knew it could be. “Sam, lean back a little more,” Kurt breathlessly prompted, his eyes alight with determination. With a few hand flourishes, he waved Sam’s hands off of him. He didn’t hesitate to slip down to his knees, not regretting the way Sam seemed to halt his breathing; as if breathing would scare Kurt away.
“Just - relax.” Kurt added in a soothing tone.
“I’m totally relaxed.”
“Then perhaps just appreciate where I’m currently trailing fingers,” he punctuated this statement with bold strokes of his fingers down Sam’s distracting abs. Here he was, perched in a shower in front of his boyfriend. He felt amazing about himself for something he’d always put to shame in his mind, which in itself was liberating in so many ways.
Kurt felt red hot with confidence, the water that was rolling down all surfaces clearly having some effect. It was steamy, hazy, and he suddenly felt like he was in one of those tacky films he’d watched in attempts to understand sex. It was different now - totally different, actually. He didn’t see it as rudimentary as sex, or a sexual act. It was appreciating Sam in a way only he could (or, more accurately, in a way only he was allowed to. Sam was his, after all).
His fingertips could only linger at his abs and hips for so long before he acknowledged there were more pressing matters. With an assured inward nod and an anticipated nod, he allowed Sam the friction his hips had been desperately searching for since Kurt had first entered the shower.
It was foreign - but familiar. If that made any sense. But any thoughts he had on the matter as his fingers shyly wrapped around the base of the other’s erection were lost to him when Sam made a low, desperate sound. After a few anticipatory thoughts were shucked in the way of his shirt and briefs, Kurt smiled up at Sam as if to ask if he was doing okay.
“Thank God for morning showers,” Sam chuckled thickly.
“Yes, yes, praise your spaghetti monster later.”
The warm, rough hand that settled on his jaw line was more than encouraging. Sam smiled warmly down at him like he’d just been given the best gift in the entire world. His eyes squinted before he rocked his hips against Kurt’s incredibly slow movements. A few refrains of curse words mixed with his name sent a chill of confidence down Kurt’s spine.
“Well, heregoesnothingallrightokay,” Kurt quickly lumped together, licking his lips before shifting closer on his knees. The feeling was incredibly odd, that’s all he could say. It was basically a giant example of trust - it was something incredibly precious to a boy after all, and Kurt has his teeth far too close to it. But - Sam had offered him this before, so there was no question of whether or not Sam himself wanted this.
A few exploratory licks and sucks gave him a stronger sense of confidence. This was the first proper attempt he’d ever given this, especially in such a well-lit area. Sam’s eyes were switching between pinched in satisfaction (he hoped) and trying to catch Kurt. He peered up with a questioning expression, licking his lips briefly. And then, he just sort of - well - went for it. He’d spent too long mentally berating himself for a multitude of things as the best way Kurt Hummel knew how to deal with a problem was to just tackle it, head on.
He might have giggled at that in any other situation, but not now. Not intentionally. The vibrations did seem to work in his favour, though, so he hummed a little tune as he willed himself to inch his mouth little by little. A stifled moan broke the otherwise apparent silence. Sam’s hand groped at the shower wall behind him before coming to rest against the slicked back of Kurt’s head. “Kurt…”
“Just - tell me if this is okay, okay?” Kurt asked gently, drawn back from his previous work. “I’d rather not embarrass myself kneeling naked in a shower.”
“That’s beyond okay Kurt,” Sam huffed in amusement, “and I can grip your hair all I want cause you haven’t styled it yet!”
“What a victory for you… Okay, okay, I’m being nice and not snarky,” Kurt mewled before lapping at the head of Sam’s erection as if it were some kind of apology. He smirked openly when Sam reacted, shoulder blades pinching together so his chest was forced out. Incredibly - well - sexy.
“I have a whole new appreciation for your eyes dude,” Sam admitted as he examined Kurt’s determined face, “and your lips.”
“Apologies. You’re giving me incredibly intense looks right now, so I’m definitely agreeing the feeling is mutual. Though, Sam, I’m forfeiting talking for a few minutes for - well - obvious reasons,” Kurt needlessly announced. He was chatty, he couldn’t help it. But he also wanted to perfect this whole act while he could.
Sam mumbled a few words of encouragement once more, his fingers knotted up in Kurt’s hair as he just leant back and enjoyed the sensation of a tongue and lips working at an incredibly freaking sensitive area. “Yeah, yeah,” Sam slurred loudly before blushing a thick red. He’d meant to keep quiet, but Kurt was surprisingly eager and talented - something he hadn’t considered or anticipated. “Um, that thing with your tongue…. keep doing that… it feels like… wicked good,” Sam groaned, his fingers tensing whenever he’d swirl his tongue in a particular way.
It didn’t take much longer, with Kurt following Sam’s suggestion to the letter. He’d been a little embarrassed by the way Sam was speaking, but he ignored it. It made him feel amazing about himself - like he was the only thing that mattered right now, as if he was all Sam needed. Which was an odd thought to have as he sucked at something like his life depended on it.
Good lord, what has gotten into me? Kurt thought wildly before catching sight of how angelic and aroused Sam managed to be all at once. A halo of wet around was splayed across his face and sticking to the wall. All his muscles visually contracting in one final tribute to the effort Kurt had put into this, a stifled moan echoing helplessly through the bathroom.
Kurt managed to avoid getting hit in the face by any of it, thankfully. He liked being able to see. He bashfully wiped at his lips and cheek, examining the hot, white liquid pointedly before washing it cleaning away with the water that was slowly becoming cold. “Just sort of let me wash off annnd…” Kurt wriggled under the water briefly before standing up and settling his hands on Sam’s hips.
“I feel odd.”
“You feel okay though right?” Sam nervously asked, his chest still heaving with slow breaths.
“Of course! I just feel - accomplished? If that makes sense…”
Sam just smirked, shining happily through a post-orgasm
“Surprise kiss!”
“It’s not a surprise if you announce it,” Kurt pointed out before Sam insisted a kiss upon him.
“Thank freakin Jesus you have your own bathroom.”
“The spoils of being a demanding diva,” Kurt promptly announced with a smile, tapping thoughtfully on Sam’s nose with his index finger. He wasn’t spared from Sam’s need to hug, kisses being dragged from his ear to his collarbone like Sam hadn’t seen him in years. It was Kurt who pulled him into a firm kiss, his tongue invading Sam’s mouth first.
It occurred to Kurt that confidence was key to a performer, and to a partner.