Back Again
Title: Back Again
Rating: NC-17
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Blam
Genre: PWP
Warning: sex. lots of sex. lots and lots of sex.
Spoilers: Sammy and Blaine exist!
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. If I did, Blam would be real and Quam would be a figment of our imaginations.
Author's Notes: Basically, I had this re-occuring daydream of Sam and Blaine getting it on in a Dalton dorm. I also imagine Sam previously went to Dalton. And Kurt finding out about them. Yepp.
Summary: Sam tends to cause disruptions at Dalton.
Word Count: ~1,500
“You have to be quieter!” Blaine laughed lightly as he pushed Sam down onto his bed. Sam grinned and pulled him down into a kiss, moaning lightly as their tongues intertwined.
“Please, David’s the only one in the next room over, and he’s beyond deaf. I’m astounded you guys kept him in the Warblers.”
“Why are you so mean to him?”
“Because he used to walk in on us all the time. I’m still upset about that.” Sam complained. “Now stop talking.”
Blaine obliged the request and connected their mouths again, his fingers running over the front of Sam’s shirt and slowly undoing the buttons. He broke their kiss momentarily to pull off both their shirts, his hands grazing over Sam’s abs, making him gasp.
“You’ve been working out more than usual, haven’t you?”
“McKinley has even fewer things to do than Dalton, so yeah, I have. You like?” Sam smirked slightly as Blaine’s face flushed, pulling him back into the kiss and rolling them over. He straddled one of Blaine’s thighs and rocked against him, eliciting a groan from the boy beneath him. Blaine’s hands immediately attached to the front of Sam’s jeans, un-doing them quickly and pushing them, and his boxers, down his hips as Sam continued to ravage his mouth. His clothes were quickly disposed of as well, and their bodies moved together in a way they’d perfected long ago.
“I need you in me like, yesterday.” Blaine panted as his erection slid firmly against Sam’s. Sam nodded and grabbed the lube they’d set off to the side, uncapping it and squeezing some into his hand. Slicking up his fingers, he lifted Blaine’s hips and slipped a finger into his entrance, unable to stop from smiling when the smaller boy let out a slight squeak.
“You always were incredibly sensitive.” Sam teased, pressing a gently kiss to Blaine’s mouth before going back to the task at hand. He stretched the boy as quickly but efficiently as possible, adding another finger when Blaine started wiggling around. Spreading his fingers and crooking them just so, he felt around a little and was quickly rewarded with a loud, dirty moan.
“Jesus Christ, I forgot how evil you are.” His eyes snapped shut as Sam pressed against his prostate again, another moan falling from his lips. “You shouldn’t have moved so far away.”
“If it was my choice, I wouldn’t have gone anywhere and we’d do this every night.” Sam added a third finger and leaned forward to suck a bright, red mark onto Blaine’s collarbone.
“Mmm, just like old times. It’d be great.” Blaine agreed, rocking his hips back onto Sam’s fingers, trying to get them to go deeper. “I’m ready, let’s get to it.”
At these words, Sam instantly pulled his fingers out, causing Blaine to let out a whine of loss. He sat up against the wall and motioned Blaine over. “Well then, get to it!”
Blaine sat up and stared at him for a moment, trying to figure out what Sam meant, until he realized he was meant to ride him. With a devious grin, he sat up and made his way to Sam’s lap, straddling his thighs and pouring a liberal amount of lube into his palm. Rubbing it in his hands a moment, he warmed it up before slicking Sam’s cock and positioning himself. In one quick motion, he slammed himself down and threw his head back, letting out an incredibly loud groan.
“Oh god, you’re bigger than I remember.”
“Maybe if you hadn’t basically impaled yourself…” Sam joked, running his hands over Blaine’s sides and kissing his jaw gently. Blaine would have rolled his eyes if they weren’t nearly facing the back of his head already.
“Hilarious, really.” He lifted himself up a few inches, then moved back down, a light moan rumbling in the back of his throat at the friction.
“I thought so.” Getting a firm grip on Blaine’s hips, Sam helped lift his hips up as the smaller boy began to ride him. His jaw fell slack in soft, barely there moans when Blaine sped up, his head falling back to rest against the wall while Blaine ravaged his neck in kisses and gentle bites. As they started to get closer to the edge, Blaine’s rhythm became skewed, making him groan in frustration.
“Fuck, Sam, I can’t get off like this.” He panted, pausing and resting his head on Sam’s shoulder.
“I know, hold on.” Wrapping his arms around Blaine’s waist, he turned them over so Blaine was on his back again, then started up a slow pace.
“Goddamn it, don’t do this to me!” Blaine cried out, gripping Sam’s shoulders and trying to thrust his hips into Sam’s to make him go faster.
“Oh no, you relinquished control, it’s my turn now. Feel free to keep talking, though.” Blaine actually did roll his eyes at the memory of Sam’s dirty talk kink, unable to believe he complied every time he was asked. Just thinking about it made him so embarrassed, but once he started, he couldn’t stop until they both got off. But if it made Sam hot, maybe he’d be able to come sooner, so he went with it.
“Please, Sam. Fuck me, fuck me hard. It’s been so long, I want to be able to feel you for weeks. I want to sit in class and feel that ache and be able to remember that you gave it to me so good that I don’t need anyone else.” He spoke, lowering his voice slightly in a way that he was pretty sure made Sam go cross-eyed.
“That’s not fucking fair.” Sam growled, biting down on his shoulder as he sped up his pace by the slightest amount.
“You told me to keep talking, so I will until you fuck me good enough to make me shut up.” Blaine insisted. When Sam stopped moving, he almost regretted his words, until the blonde made a few experimental thrusts and found his just what he was looking for.
“You might wanna hold on.” That was the only warning Sam gave him before he set a brutal pace, thrusting quick and hard and hitting his prostate on every stroke. Blaine’s screams of ecstasy were more than likely heard through the whole building at this point, but he was beyond caring as his orgasm hit him like a tidal wave, his whole body shaking as Sam continued to relentlessly pound into him.
“Talk to me, Blaine.” Sam nearly begged, moving fast and breathing heavy but still unable to reach his peak.
“Come for me, Sam. Fill me up.” He managed to mutter between heavy breaths, the overstimulation making his head spin. With Blaine tightening around him again, Sam came hard and fast, his vision blurring at the edges.
“Good fucking God,” Sam gasped, collapsing onto the bed next to Blaine, “why the hell didn’t I come back sooner?”
As Kurt tried to work on his history study guide, the moans and pounding noises next door kept distracting -and disturbing- him.
“What is going on over there?!” He asked, hoping one of the other guys would know.
“Apparently Blaine’s ex is in town.” David sighed. “If I’d have known that, I’d have requested we stay in Reed’s room for studying. I don’t know how we got anything done last year with him around.”
“Sounds to me like they’re not ex’s anymore. It was only a matter of time, Blaine bitched about him enough.” Evan added, groaning and falling back onto David’s bed.
“Who’s his ex?” Kurt couldn’t help but ask. Even though he was in love with Blaine and wanted to stab this kid’s eyes out with a nail file, curiosity got the best of him.
“His name’s Sam Evans. He used to go here, but the strict curriculum didn’t mix well with his dyslexia. Damn good thing too, he and Blaine are disgustingly perfect and I may have puked up rainbows a couple times.” Wes informed him. Kurt paled. Sam? Bleach blond Sam Evans?
“Hey Kurt, you alright?” Reed asked, putting a hand on his shoulder. “I know you like Blaine, and I’m really sorry-“
“I knew it! I knew Sam was on Team Gay!” He exclaimed, surprising everyone. The vast majority of the guys in the room fell silent and wide-eyed, allowing for Blaine and Sam’s moans to be heard louder than before.
After much awkward silence, David gathered his books together and made his way to the door. “I refuse to listen to this anymore. I’m staying in Wes’s room, if anyone else wants away from this.”
The guys had never run so fast in their lives.
Rating: NC-17
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Blam
Genre: PWP
Warning: sex. lots of sex. lots and lots of sex.
Spoilers: Sammy and Blaine exist!
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. If I did, Blam would be real and Quam would be a figment of our imaginations.
Author's Notes: Basically, I had this re-occuring daydream of Sam and Blaine getting it on in a Dalton dorm. I also imagine Sam previously went to Dalton. And Kurt finding out about them. Yepp.
Summary: Sam tends to cause disruptions at Dalton.
Word Count: ~1,500
“You have to be quieter!” Blaine laughed lightly as he pushed Sam down onto his bed. Sam grinned and pulled him down into a kiss, moaning lightly as their tongues intertwined.
“Please, David’s the only one in the next room over, and he’s beyond deaf. I’m astounded you guys kept him in the Warblers.”
“Why are you so mean to him?”
“Because he used to walk in on us all the time. I’m still upset about that.” Sam complained. “Now stop talking.”
Blaine obliged the request and connected their mouths again, his fingers running over the front of Sam’s shirt and slowly undoing the buttons. He broke their kiss momentarily to pull off both their shirts, his hands grazing over Sam’s abs, making him gasp.
“You’ve been working out more than usual, haven’t you?”
“McKinley has even fewer things to do than Dalton, so yeah, I have. You like?” Sam smirked slightly as Blaine’s face flushed, pulling him back into the kiss and rolling them over. He straddled one of Blaine’s thighs and rocked against him, eliciting a groan from the boy beneath him. Blaine’s hands immediately attached to the front of Sam’s jeans, un-doing them quickly and pushing them, and his boxers, down his hips as Sam continued to ravage his mouth. His clothes were quickly disposed of as well, and their bodies moved together in a way they’d perfected long ago.
“I need you in me like, yesterday.” Blaine panted as his erection slid firmly against Sam’s. Sam nodded and grabbed the lube they’d set off to the side, uncapping it and squeezing some into his hand. Slicking up his fingers, he lifted Blaine’s hips and slipped a finger into his entrance, unable to stop from smiling when the smaller boy let out a slight squeak.
“You always were incredibly sensitive.” Sam teased, pressing a gently kiss to Blaine’s mouth before going back to the task at hand. He stretched the boy as quickly but efficiently as possible, adding another finger when Blaine started wiggling around. Spreading his fingers and crooking them just so, he felt around a little and was quickly rewarded with a loud, dirty moan.
“Jesus Christ, I forgot how evil you are.” His eyes snapped shut as Sam pressed against his prostate again, another moan falling from his lips. “You shouldn’t have moved so far away.”
“If it was my choice, I wouldn’t have gone anywhere and we’d do this every night.” Sam added a third finger and leaned forward to suck a bright, red mark onto Blaine’s collarbone.
“Mmm, just like old times. It’d be great.” Blaine agreed, rocking his hips back onto Sam’s fingers, trying to get them to go deeper. “I’m ready, let’s get to it.”
At these words, Sam instantly pulled his fingers out, causing Blaine to let out a whine of loss. He sat up against the wall and motioned Blaine over. “Well then, get to it!”
Blaine sat up and stared at him for a moment, trying to figure out what Sam meant, until he realized he was meant to ride him. With a devious grin, he sat up and made his way to Sam’s lap, straddling his thighs and pouring a liberal amount of lube into his palm. Rubbing it in his hands a moment, he warmed it up before slicking Sam’s cock and positioning himself. In one quick motion, he slammed himself down and threw his head back, letting out an incredibly loud groan.
“Oh god, you’re bigger than I remember.”
“Maybe if you hadn’t basically impaled yourself…” Sam joked, running his hands over Blaine’s sides and kissing his jaw gently. Blaine would have rolled his eyes if they weren’t nearly facing the back of his head already.
“Hilarious, really.” He lifted himself up a few inches, then moved back down, a light moan rumbling in the back of his throat at the friction.
“I thought so.” Getting a firm grip on Blaine’s hips, Sam helped lift his hips up as the smaller boy began to ride him. His jaw fell slack in soft, barely there moans when Blaine sped up, his head falling back to rest against the wall while Blaine ravaged his neck in kisses and gentle bites. As they started to get closer to the edge, Blaine’s rhythm became skewed, making him groan in frustration.
“Fuck, Sam, I can’t get off like this.” He panted, pausing and resting his head on Sam’s shoulder.
“I know, hold on.” Wrapping his arms around Blaine’s waist, he turned them over so Blaine was on his back again, then started up a slow pace.
“Goddamn it, don’t do this to me!” Blaine cried out, gripping Sam’s shoulders and trying to thrust his hips into Sam’s to make him go faster.
“Oh no, you relinquished control, it’s my turn now. Feel free to keep talking, though.” Blaine actually did roll his eyes at the memory of Sam’s dirty talk kink, unable to believe he complied every time he was asked. Just thinking about it made him so embarrassed, but once he started, he couldn’t stop until they both got off. But if it made Sam hot, maybe he’d be able to come sooner, so he went with it.
“Please, Sam. Fuck me, fuck me hard. It’s been so long, I want to be able to feel you for weeks. I want to sit in class and feel that ache and be able to remember that you gave it to me so good that I don’t need anyone else.” He spoke, lowering his voice slightly in a way that he was pretty sure made Sam go cross-eyed.
“That’s not fucking fair.” Sam growled, biting down on his shoulder as he sped up his pace by the slightest amount.
“You told me to keep talking, so I will until you fuck me good enough to make me shut up.” Blaine insisted. When Sam stopped moving, he almost regretted his words, until the blonde made a few experimental thrusts and found his just what he was looking for.
“You might wanna hold on.” That was the only warning Sam gave him before he set a brutal pace, thrusting quick and hard and hitting his prostate on every stroke. Blaine’s screams of ecstasy were more than likely heard through the whole building at this point, but he was beyond caring as his orgasm hit him like a tidal wave, his whole body shaking as Sam continued to relentlessly pound into him.
“Talk to me, Blaine.” Sam nearly begged, moving fast and breathing heavy but still unable to reach his peak.
“Come for me, Sam. Fill me up.” He managed to mutter between heavy breaths, the overstimulation making his head spin. With Blaine tightening around him again, Sam came hard and fast, his vision blurring at the edges.
“Good fucking God,” Sam gasped, collapsing onto the bed next to Blaine, “why the hell didn’t I come back sooner?”
As Kurt tried to work on his history study guide, the moans and pounding noises next door kept distracting -and disturbing- him.
“What is going on over there?!” He asked, hoping one of the other guys would know.
“Apparently Blaine’s ex is in town.” David sighed. “If I’d have known that, I’d have requested we stay in Reed’s room for studying. I don’t know how we got anything done last year with him around.”
“Sounds to me like they’re not ex’s anymore. It was only a matter of time, Blaine bitched about him enough.” Evan added, groaning and falling back onto David’s bed.
“Who’s his ex?” Kurt couldn’t help but ask. Even though he was in love with Blaine and wanted to stab this kid’s eyes out with a nail file, curiosity got the best of him.
“His name’s Sam Evans. He used to go here, but the strict curriculum didn’t mix well with his dyslexia. Damn good thing too, he and Blaine are disgustingly perfect and I may have puked up rainbows a couple times.” Wes informed him. Kurt paled. Sam? Bleach blond Sam Evans?
“Hey Kurt, you alright?” Reed asked, putting a hand on his shoulder. “I know you like Blaine, and I’m really sorry-“
“I knew it! I knew Sam was on Team Gay!” He exclaimed, surprising everyone. The vast majority of the guys in the room fell silent and wide-eyed, allowing for Blaine and Sam’s moans to be heard louder than before.
After much awkward silence, David gathered his books together and made his way to the door. “I refuse to listen to this anymore. I’m staying in Wes’s room, if anyone else wants away from this.”
The guys had never run so fast in their lives.