Morning Glory - NC-17, Sam/Kurt (1/1)
Title: Morning Glory
Author: Ria/BringontheKum
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4,716
Characters/Ships: Sam Evans/Kurt Hummel; KUM
Summary: Fluffyness leading into shameless PWP. One-shot 1 of the 3 porn one-shots I owe Amanda. Kurt and Sam have some fun in the kitchen. Future!Fic. Written for Amanda on Tumblr.
He awoke buried under warm sheets, the early summer sun streaming through the burgundy curtains of his bedroom and lighting perfect stripes along the bed. Eyelashes fluttering from sleep, Kurt made a soft, comfortable sound-before blinking once, twice as a low, tired groan responded.
"Sam?" He mumbled, a tender smile crossing his features despite his own sleepy yawn. Gaze settling on the face half-buried into pillow, he bit back a soft giggle, fully awake now as he took the time to appreciate his fiancee. Honey brown locks framing his face messily, Kurt could nevertheless appreciate the strong set of his jaw, those long eyelashes which hid earnest green eyes, those broad lips he'd become so acquainted with in the past few years.
His fiancee, Sam Evans.
Almost five years had passed since they'd met; five years of laughter and fights and kisses and apologies. He'd never forgotten Sam's words after their first date- Sam's shy smile as he greeted his father at the door, Burt frowning deeply. Sam introducing himself not as a friend- but as the boy who wanted to take Kurt Hummel out to dinner and a movie, who introduced himself with his full name, who offered his hand for Burt to shake, much to a father and son's surprise. Sam reaching for his hand shyly halfway through the movie, Sam who whispered a soft thank you for giving me a chance before kissing his cheek on the porch.
Five years since they'd walked hand in hand down the halls of McKinley for the first time, quietly, ignoring the stares and whispers as Sam had discussed a date at Color-me-mine, making Kurt roll his eyes but hold his hand tighter.
Five years since they'd won Prom King and King, swaying together to the music, Sam kissing away the disbelieving tears from Kurt's eyes, much like he'd kissed them away when New Directions had taken Nationals.
Five years since they'd graduated, defying the distance with Skype and Texts and Phone calls and eight-hour drives to go visit Kurt in New York at School, before Sam finally transferred into NYU through a football scholarship.
Five years had passed, and now it was Kurt and Sam in a little two-bedroom flat on the lower east side of New York. It wasn't deep enough into the metropolitan area to deny them movie nights and restaurants every once in a while from a rent check once a month; yet it was close enough to work that Kurt could walk and still have enough time to do his morning facial care routine, close enough that Sam could ride his bike and maybe have some time to make love to Kurt, slow and easy in the sheets and make him fore-go skin care every once in a while.
Lost in thought, Kurt almost missed the slow, handsome smile that spread across his Fiance's face as those green eyes finally fluttered open, meeting his gaze and surprising him for a second. Grinning despite himself, he allowed the other male to wrap his arms around his smaller form, pulling him closer and in for a slow, lazy kiss. "Morning." Sam murmured, his accent heavier when he'd just woken up or right after sex.
"Morning." Kurt giggled back, kissing him back slowly before pulling away with a playful grimace, wrinkling his nose. "Toothpaste. You. Now." He teased, a routine they'd adopted every morning by now. Sam laughed, and for a moment Kurt felt sixteen again, his heart pounding just as hard with that sound, sending a warm spike of love through him.
"Mmmm. Make me coffee." Grinning, Sam kissed his nose, holding Kurt firmly in place and earning a pout.
"Make it yourself." Kurt smirked, before wriggling away slowly, yawning gently as he sat up, shameless in his nudity. Five years of sharing the sheets with the same person had a way of killing your insecurities, a way of making it easy to stand up and enjoy the sensation of silky sheets sliding off bare skin as the brunette stood, stretched, knowing fully well that Sam was watching him from the sheets, admiring the lithe, subtle curves of his frame.
"Tease."
Kurt laughed at the grumble, reaching for his robe and pulling it on. Leaning over to kiss Sam, he pulled away quickly, drawing another frustrated sound from the taller male and avoiding those large, warm hands gently grabbing at his form. "Brush your teeth. I'll get started on breakfast." Making his way from the bedroom, Kurt smiled privately, hearing the soft grumbles and the creak of their bed as Sam stood, shuffling over to the bathroom.
Making his way down the tiny hallway of their flat, Kurt permitted himself a louder yawn as he pulled the curtains open, filling the small, yet comfortable space with the warm light of a spring-summer day. An organized messiness graced the space- a warm throw blanket thrown over the couch, the medium-sized television Kurt had surprised Sam with on their two year-anniversary on the TV stand Sam had made by hand to replace the one they'd broken when they'd first moved in, a sudden phase of making love on every available surface coming to an abrupt end when the original stand had broken in half and Sam had ended up in the emergency room with splinters in his ass.
Flipping on the lights in the kitchen, he set to work with quick, easy efficiency that came from years of knowing the space; The utensils drawer had to be tugged at twice to slide out easily, the cupboard was temperamental at it's best and required the door to be handled with care. Rescuing dual sets of everything necessary he set the table with a slow hum, before returning and setting out the necessary ingredients for breakfast- Orange juice for himself, coffee for Sam; Toast and scrambled eggs for Sam, Fruit and a multi-grain bagel for himself. The guilty pleasure for both of them came in half a mug of chocolate milk, made with their favorite chocolate syrup from a Swedish confectioner three blocks over.
Toaster loaded and eggs ready to be scrambled, Kurt made a sound of surprise as warm, strong arms wrapped around him from behind, making him nearly drop an egg with a laugh.
"Sam!" He gasped, his tone chiding gently despite the smile on his face. "How many times have I-" He began, before sighing as the other male kissed him, effectively stopping him mid-scolding and except prompting a soft, content sound in his throat. Grinning as he pulled away, Kurt smirked and licked his lips, taking an egg and expertly cracking and opening it into a bowl. "All better now."
"Smells good." Sam muttered with a grin, nibbling gently at the smaller boy, warm hands on his waist even as he pressed into him from behind, pinning him lightly into the counter.
"I know." Kurt smirked, pretending to ignore the attention his neck was receiving, instead reaching for the coffee mug as he poured Sam a cup. Half-pouting, the taller male took the mug and inhaled, eyes closing in a content, low sound as the smell of freshly made coffee filled his nostrils. Smiling privately to himself, Kurt continued on, moving from area to area on the counter as before turning to Sam with a grin. "Help me beat the eggs?" Obviously biting back a dirty comment the former blond complied, taking a whisk and beginning to beat the eggs when Kurt let out a low grown.
"We're almost out of Morning Glory." Kurt commented as he turned slightly, frowning as he held up the dark bottle of syrup. Sam turned, his frown matching Kurt's as he took it for himself, frown deepening even further as the obvious conclusion was reached- it wouldn't be enough for both of them.
"You can have it." Sam sighed, smiling sheepishly at Kurt. "I'm already drinking milk with the coffee, might as well."
Kurt shook his head stubbornly. "It isn't the same if you can't enjoy it with me. Madame Abrahamsen should be open by now- it's almost ten. Just go get some, I should be done by the time you get back."
Sam wrinkled his nose, shaking his head. "That means getting dressed. Not to mention Miss-er...Madame Abrahamsen likes you way better."
"Sam." Kurt whined, pouting as he turned fully in his lover's arms, crossing his own arms. "Don't be lazy. Just go."
Smirking slightly, the taller male kissed him softly, shaking his head. "I am not being lazy." He frowned, green eyes watching him.
"You are." Kurt retorted, leaning up to kiss him slowly and pushing him back with the action, away from the counter and toward the four person table, plates set on the opposite end. "Just go."
"Nope." Another kiss, though Sam permitted himself to be led back slightly, grinning as the two continued their discussion through slow footsteps and soft, teasing kisses, stubbornly trying to win the argument.
"Yes." Kurt mumbled, hooking his fingers slowly in the waistband of Sam's royal blue boxers, pressing closer to him as the back of his lover's thighs hit the tabletop. "Yes."
"No." Sam's lips found his neck, causing a delicious shiver that rushed down his spine, even more so as soft teeth gently bit into his neck, making his breath hitch.
"Yes." Kurt hissed softly against his ear, reaching forward to take an earlobe in between his lips, nibbling gently at the soft, pliable skin. His hands, baby soft from years of shea butter and vanilla lotion slowly began trailing down the hard, defined muscles of Sam's chest, reveling in the warmth, in the slow shudder rippling under his touch. Smirking, Kurt let his nails, small but perfectly manicured trail down, scrape down gently and over his nipples before continuing, earning a delicious growl from the mouth currently ravaging his neck.
"No." Sam finally murmured, pulling away from the bright mark now decorating the porcelain skin, leaning in to repeat the action on his collarbone, his hands finding Kurt's ass and kneading the soft globes slowly, forcing Kurt closer. "Let's just....share...."
"Share?" Kurt breathed against his jaw, peppering slow nibbles and gentle kisses along the strong form, stubble scratching pleasantly at his skin. His back automatically arched into the warm, greedy hands on his ass, the robe he wore slowly lifting, riding on his hips as Sam continued to palm him, smirking as he pressed flush against the taller male and rolled his hips forward once into him, earning a rough gasp.
"I don't share." Kurt smirked.
If there was anything Kurt Hummel enjoyed in the world, apart from High-class fashion on half-price and his collection of original Broadway cast recordings, it was bringing out the dominant streak in his fiancee. A highly versatile pair, they'd never had any qualms with experimentation; Sam, however, as was his personality, more than often wanted nothing more than to please Kurt, whether that meant sucking him off in the movie theater or having a quickie in Sam's office, begging for more as Kurt fucked him over his inevitably messy desk. Pleasing Kurt more than often suited Kurt just fine- but what really turned him on was a Sam out of control- dominating him, challenging him.
Kurt knew that Sam had been aware of this for quite sometime- and it was this fact that turned Kurt on even further. Sam would lose control for Kurt- but held himself back, like now, pressing closer to Kurt yet doing nothing more, lips and teeth instead continuing their campaign to force Kurt into one of his soft, pashmina scarves for the next two weeks. Instead of giving in, Sam challenged him; instead of rocking his hips in return his hands stilled the smaller boy against him, voice rough and laced with desire as he murmured against his skin. "Utterly selfish, Hummel. Share."
The game was set as Kurt moaned prettily against his ear, pressing every inch of his bare form against Sam as he allowed the robe to slide off, his voice soft and almost angelic as it whispered, "Make me."
A soft thump broke the silence, the slight clatter of plates, a breathless gasp. Broad hands pinned his own into the wood, plates pushed aside to make space as Sam's hard body covered his own, sending a ripple of pleasure down his spine. Hot breath tickled the small hairs on the back of his neck, a wicked tongue swirling up his neck before nipping hard at his earlobe, earning another sharp intake of breath. "Gladly."
"Fuck, Sam-" He murmured, biting down on his lip to deny a low mewl as Sam reached between them, warm, broad hands sliding down his chest, making him shudder and quiver under him. Nails scraped along the wooden table top lightly, cheek pressed to the cold surface as the callouses of Sam's fingers trailed south, finding a nipple and swirling slowly. "Fuck-"
"Quiet." Sam growled, and before Kurt could respond those teeth had found his shoulder, nipping sharply and forcing a ragged curse from his lips. Heart pounding with adrenaline, Kurt shuddered and pressed back, moaning as the obvious tent in Sam's boxers met the curve of his ass, whining in his throat as Sam jerked his hips forward to pin him further against the table.
Hissing softly, Kurt wriggled his hips. "Take them off." His voice was rough, a whine laced with desire as he lifted his ass further, the table groaning in protest as he pressed more of his weight forward, fingers curled in the wooden surface. Instead of receiving a response, he found himself simultaneously freed from the delicious weight of Sam's body on his own and being carried, before Sam set him down on the table edge unceremoniously, a shock of cold running through him as his bare skin met the wood. "Sam-"
He was quieted with a kiss- Sam leaning forward, capturing his lips expertly, broad hands on his hips as he nibbled on his lower lip, growling. Kurt smirked- this position gave him much more power, made him less vulnerable than before- and without hesitation one hand curled in the shaggy hair, pulling slightly and earning a hiss, nails starting to trail down the defined muscles of his lover's stomach.
Sam chuckled roughly, green eyes once more upon Kurt's, though in the early morning light it was easy to see how his pupils had dilated from lust, from desire as Sam wordlessly reached for the bottle of Morning Glory, licking his lips as he forced Kurt's legs apart and kept him in place with a hand. Kurt panted softly, watching Sam's chest rise and fall in time with his own as they stared each other down, neither breaking eye contact even as Sam gave him his favorite smile, a mix between a grin and a smirk as he flicked the top of the syrup. Kurt's eyes widened. "Sam-"
The sound was cut off as the chocolate- just slightly warm from being exposed to the warm sunlight- poured down his chest. Kurt's eyes turned down slowly, still wide as they followed it, watching the chocolate dribble down over his nipples, sensually streaming down his stomach in dark rivulets. He trembled slowly, the erotic sight only intensifying as it drenched his cock, causing a weak, half-gasped whimper to escape from him as the liquid pooled between them and slopped over the table edge, droplets dotting the floor beneath them. Slowly, he looked up, speechless for once- his eyes meeting Sam's and sending an electric shock straight through him from the look of sheer hunger on his lover's face.
Wordlessly, the taller male sunk to his knees, his gaze never leaving Kurt's as he set down the bottle with a muffled sound, unimportant; The only sounds present in Kurt's mind was their breaths, heavy and low, the soft sound of chocolate dripping to the floor, his own sharp intake of breath as Sam's tongue leaned forward, licking a stripe of skin free from chocolate. His fingers curled instinctively, the air between them that much more constricted as Sam's repeated the action, a low moan of approval rumbling in his throat as his tongue swirled and lapped.
Soft, wet sounds filled the kitchen- almost obscene as they mingled with his own soft gasps, fingers curled tightly and tugging occasionally at the honey-blonde locks to hold Sam in place. Eyes closed as he struggled to breathe, Kurt could nevertheless hear as Sam cleaned him off greedily- taking his time in his most erogenous of places. "S-Sam-!"" he gasped, even as that devious tongue found one nipple, then the other, swirling slowly as their eyes met slowly, Sam's chuckle sending another shock through him.
A strangled keen escaped as those plump lips wrapped around the sensitive peaks- and sucked, hard, before swirling slowly. Repeated the action with the other nipple, before pulling away to smirk, obviously pleased at the mindless gasp of his name Kurt wasn't even aware he was making. Slow- too slow- too little, he needed more-
"Sam, for fuck's sake-" He practically hissed, the fingers in Sam's hair tugging insistently with a desperate growl. Sam met his gaze, licking his lips slowly, catching the chocolate that had gathered on his lower lip. "What?"
Shaking, Kurt pulled him in for a desperate kiss, ravenous and desperate as his legs parted further, almost obscenely. "Fuck me." He finally gasped against his lips, nipping hard at his lover's plump lower lip. Sam groaned, pulling away- and for a moment a sense of relief ran through him- this was it, Sam would finally quit teasing and-
"No."
Kurt's response was a strangled whine, outrage caused by pure lust nearly driving him to push the other male away- before Sam gently grasped his cock, ripping a maddened whine from his throat even as his hips jerked up, desperate for relief. Sam chuckled- and fuck him for doing this to him, for driving him utterly wild and not paying off and ohhhhhfuck- Kurt lost all thought as those lips smirked and leaned down to take him in, forming an obscenely perfect 'O' as he sank to the back of his Fiance's throat.
His voice echoed around the kitchen, sharp and desperate and filthy as his back arched into Sam's mouth, fingers curled in the blond hair desperately. A hand leaned behind him, barely missing the plates as it curled into the wood for leverage, holding him up even as Sam slowly bobbed his throat once, twice, the head of him hitting the back of his throat over and over, soft huffs in time with his weak thrust providing the most erotic sounds Kurt had ever heard. His thighs tensed- he was close, he was so very close-
Sam pulled back, a thin string of saliva following the wet Pop! as he tsked slowly, swallowing hard and licking his lips with a grin. Kurt's protest was cut off as those warm, calloused hands replaced his mouth, instead licking him free of the dark liquid until porcelain skin was revealed, glistening in the morning light with a new coat of saliva. Sam's hands squeezed the base of him, earning a weak whine- Sam didn't want him to come yet, wouldn't let him come, even as his fingers expertly collected the pre-cum pooling at the very tip of him, using it as further lubricant. "Sam-" He whispered, his voice weak, breathless, his entire body spasming in it's sensitivity. "Sam-"
"Turn around." Came the whisper, tender almost despite the own traces of unmistakable need. Kurt shuddered, eyes closing as he felt those warm hands leave his cock, knees buckling under his own unfamiliar weight as he slipped off the table edge. Sam's arms were warm as they caught him, helped him turn slowly- their touch was gentle even as he allowed the full weight of him to rest against the sturdy table, shaking gently as they traced down his side, soothing his sides, his hips lovingly.
"Fuck me." Kurt gasped, eyes still closed- He could hear Sam's hard swallow, heard the blond fumbling and the unmistakable weight of him as two fingers traced the edges of his own lips. Eyes finally opening, their eyes met, hazy with need as he reached forward and took them each in his mouth- an almost-catlike purr escaping as he ran his tongue luxuriously over them, circling the calluses before nipping the tip.
Sam groaned lightly behind him- and Kurt smirked. Good. Let him suffer. Eyes closing, his own hand found the larger one, forcing it closer; his tongue traveled and explored every path of skin before moaning as they detected a trace of chocolate. From the rough, ragged breathing behind him Kurt had no doubts that Sam was entering that same frenzied state from earlier- and as his own sense slowly returned, the need to drive him just as wild goaded him on, ass lifting once more to grind back against him.
"Fuck, Kurt." Sam grunted, before Kurt realized he was pulling his fingers free. Pouting, he sat up slightly, feeling light ripples of pleasure continue to rock his frame as his eyes met Sam's, licking his lips slowly. He noted, with pleasure, that Sam's boxers were nowhere to be seen- but before he could fully enjoy the sight Sam was pinning him down once more, hand gripping his wrists gently over his head as he set to work prepping him quickly.
Need goaded him now- made taking it slow that much quicker; Kurt could taste in Sam's ragged kiss as one finger, then two penetrated him, the knowledge that it was his own saliva making him harder, if that was possible. He could feel Sam's cock pressed against the small of his back even as he was stretched expertly, moans goading him on- the game was lost, there was no game, it was only Sam and Kurt and Sam's fingers inside of him, driving him wild until he pulled away from the kiss to hiss "Fuck me, Sam, Fuck me now-" and Sam was groaning in agreement, pulling his fingers free.
Fingers braced themselves against the hard wood once more, even as the sound of Sam spitting into his hand made him whine impatiently. Before he could voice a complaint, however, the welcome weight of Sam's form covered him, made him gasp as he felt Sam press against his entrance, heart pounding and swearing softly before they both groaned, Sam's fingers gripping his hips as he slide home.
"F-Fuck-" Kurt gasped breathlessly, head falling back- Sam's lips found his as they both struggled to breathe, to control that pre-pubescent urge to climax almost immediately upon penetration before Kurt was huffing "Move" and Sam was pulling back, leaving him almost entirely. Time stopped for a second- it was just them, bodies pressed together, only the tip of Sam left inside of him as they panted for breath- before Sam slammed back inside, bottoming out inside of him and forcing a rough keen from Kurt's lips.
"Fuckyesbaby-fuckyes-fuckme-likethat-justlikethat-" Kurt whispered, his hips arching and rolling back to meet each thrust, hard but slow, the table creaking as they slowly moved together. One hand found his, lacing their fingers together, even as Sam's soft cries of his name into his shoulder blade made him shake, toes curling weakly against the tile floor.
The bottle of Morning Glory fell to the floor, the last few drops of chocolate pooling out- before neither noticed, neither could, too caught up in each other, too tangled in the existence of the other to see anything else but themselves, themselves and each other, moving together and battling for breath as Sam's hands dipped under his hips to lift him higher, to impale himself further into Kurt with every thrust.
Pleading turned to curses turned to mindless gasps of each other's name, One of Kurt's hands finding the side edge of the table and using it for leverage, moving back against Sam, in control as always, out of control, for Sam, only Sam. The pace grew faster, more desperate- and the hand still covering his curled, his own fingers falling suit as the gripped each other for dear life, Sam's lips roaming once more and marking him, claiming him, just like he'd claimed Sam's heart all those years ago in a locker room shower, with a sly smile and coquettish remark.
"Mine." Sam whispered against his ear, and Kurt cried out as the thrust found that place inside of him, that place that made him see galaxies, like the ones Sam spent his free time dreaming about, as Sam's hips angled to hit it over and over, coiling him tighter and tighter robbing him of breath. He nodded, nodded mindlessly before he turned to kiss him, messy and passionate and breathless as he half-sobbed, "Mine."
The warm hand of his hip holding him in place ducked down, and Kurt's mind flashed white as it wrapped around his weeping cock, pumping once, twice before his back arched like a bow and he released with a wail of his name, Sam's name. Through the cloud of pleasure he could feel Sam slam once, twice more into him before bottoming out against him and releasing with a mindless cry, their bodies shaking in aftershocks as they clung to each other.
Silence.
Silence, save for the soft, broken gasps as they tried to recover their breath, bodies still trembling even as Kurt turned once more to kiss him softly, smirking slowly despite himself. He could feel Sam's smile against his own lips, before his own eyes finally fluttered open, the lazy exhaustion of a mind-blowing orgasms settling over both of them slowly.
Sam chuckled, his own green eyes mirroring Kurt's expression as he soothed his fingers through the soft brown hair, usually perfectly in place. Kurt laughed softly at the expression on his face before shifting with a soft wheeze, pushing up against Sam with a soft huff. "Get off." He mumbled, even as Sam laughed and finally pulled off, groaning gently as he sunk into a chair. Knees wobbling, Kurt didn't bother protesting as he was pulled onto his lap, curling up comfortably against him instead, only wincing slightly from the discomfort.
Eyes closed, he finally exhaled, forehead tucked against the lower part of Sam's neck, privately enjoying the comfort of Sam's arms, strong and warm around him. They sat there comfortably, Sam stroking the skin of his hip gently- before a chuckle rumbled in his chest, pulling Kurt from his moment of relaxation and making his pull away. "What is it?"
"Look."
Kurt's eyes followed Sam's smirk, and he sputtered indignantly as his eyes found his usually spotless kitchen in complete disarray. Eggshells on the counter, plates in disarray, spots of half-dried chocolate syrup on the table edge and dotting the tiles below. His robe was crumpled in a pile, midnight blue boxers having joined them- and the now-empty bottle of Morning Glory lay right by Sam's feet, causing another laugh, as Kurt pulled away, obviously appalled.
"I cannot believe you!" Kurt huffed, stepping over the chocolate puddle, cocking his hip angrily even in his absolute nudity. He watched Sam struggled for something with some semblance to remorse, but his fiancee's eyes followed his form, lips struggling to form a frown despite the obvious urge to smile, if not laugh.
Kurt was not amused.
"Kurt-" Sam finally sighed, standing and reaching for him- but the smaller male easily pulled away, shaking his head. "No." His eyes met Sam's, betraying his own growing amusement at the undeniably funny scene, though he forced a pout to remain. "Clean this up."
Sam frowned- and for a moment Kurt fell in love all over again, the sunlight making Sam's eyes flash grass green for a second, made his glow hair blonde, almost gold, like it'd been when they first met. "But-"
"No buts." Kurt smirked finally, sighing and rolling his eyes. "Clean up...then you can join me." Stepping forward, Kurt leaned forward gracefully, content as always in the minimal distance between them, before pulling away. Sam's pout was boyish and utterly adorable, prompting another laugh from Kurt, though softer, almost tender.
"Fine." Sam huffed, and Kurt grinned, winking at him as he pulled away. He could feel Sam's eyes on him, even as he bent over to pick up the clothing, fighting a giggle- before throwing the midnight blue boxers into the former blond's face. A suprised "OOMPH-" escaped, before Sam's laugh sent Kurt running, breathless with laughter and love as Sam chased him out of the kitchen even as Kurt gasped No, Wait, Don't- and the unmistakeable bout of giggles as Sam caught him, enacting his revenge with tickles and a slow, loving kiss.
Five years had passed.
More would come.
Author: Ria/BringontheKum
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4,716
Characters/Ships: Sam Evans/Kurt Hummel; KUM
Summary: Fluffyness leading into shameless PWP. One-shot 1 of the 3 porn one-shots I owe Amanda. Kurt and Sam have some fun in the kitchen. Future!Fic. Written for Amanda on Tumblr.
He awoke buried under warm sheets, the early summer sun streaming through the burgundy curtains of his bedroom and lighting perfect stripes along the bed. Eyelashes fluttering from sleep, Kurt made a soft, comfortable sound-before blinking once, twice as a low, tired groan responded.
"Sam?" He mumbled, a tender smile crossing his features despite his own sleepy yawn. Gaze settling on the face half-buried into pillow, he bit back a soft giggle, fully awake now as he took the time to appreciate his fiancee. Honey brown locks framing his face messily, Kurt could nevertheless appreciate the strong set of his jaw, those long eyelashes which hid earnest green eyes, those broad lips he'd become so acquainted with in the past few years.
His fiancee, Sam Evans.
Almost five years had passed since they'd met; five years of laughter and fights and kisses and apologies. He'd never forgotten Sam's words after their first date- Sam's shy smile as he greeted his father at the door, Burt frowning deeply. Sam introducing himself not as a friend- but as the boy who wanted to take Kurt Hummel out to dinner and a movie, who introduced himself with his full name, who offered his hand for Burt to shake, much to a father and son's surprise. Sam reaching for his hand shyly halfway through the movie, Sam who whispered a soft thank you for giving me a chance before kissing his cheek on the porch.
Five years since they'd walked hand in hand down the halls of McKinley for the first time, quietly, ignoring the stares and whispers as Sam had discussed a date at Color-me-mine, making Kurt roll his eyes but hold his hand tighter.
Five years since they'd won Prom King and King, swaying together to the music, Sam kissing away the disbelieving tears from Kurt's eyes, much like he'd kissed them away when New Directions had taken Nationals.
Five years since they'd graduated, defying the distance with Skype and Texts and Phone calls and eight-hour drives to go visit Kurt in New York at School, before Sam finally transferred into NYU through a football scholarship.
Five years had passed, and now it was Kurt and Sam in a little two-bedroom flat on the lower east side of New York. It wasn't deep enough into the metropolitan area to deny them movie nights and restaurants every once in a while from a rent check once a month; yet it was close enough to work that Kurt could walk and still have enough time to do his morning facial care routine, close enough that Sam could ride his bike and maybe have some time to make love to Kurt, slow and easy in the sheets and make him fore-go skin care every once in a while.
Lost in thought, Kurt almost missed the slow, handsome smile that spread across his Fiance's face as those green eyes finally fluttered open, meeting his gaze and surprising him for a second. Grinning despite himself, he allowed the other male to wrap his arms around his smaller form, pulling him closer and in for a slow, lazy kiss. "Morning." Sam murmured, his accent heavier when he'd just woken up or right after sex.
"Morning." Kurt giggled back, kissing him back slowly before pulling away with a playful grimace, wrinkling his nose. "Toothpaste. You. Now." He teased, a routine they'd adopted every morning by now. Sam laughed, and for a moment Kurt felt sixteen again, his heart pounding just as hard with that sound, sending a warm spike of love through him.
"Mmmm. Make me coffee." Grinning, Sam kissed his nose, holding Kurt firmly in place and earning a pout.
"Make it yourself." Kurt smirked, before wriggling away slowly, yawning gently as he sat up, shameless in his nudity. Five years of sharing the sheets with the same person had a way of killing your insecurities, a way of making it easy to stand up and enjoy the sensation of silky sheets sliding off bare skin as the brunette stood, stretched, knowing fully well that Sam was watching him from the sheets, admiring the lithe, subtle curves of his frame.
"Tease."
Kurt laughed at the grumble, reaching for his robe and pulling it on. Leaning over to kiss Sam, he pulled away quickly, drawing another frustrated sound from the taller male and avoiding those large, warm hands gently grabbing at his form. "Brush your teeth. I'll get started on breakfast." Making his way from the bedroom, Kurt smiled privately, hearing the soft grumbles and the creak of their bed as Sam stood, shuffling over to the bathroom.
Making his way down the tiny hallway of their flat, Kurt permitted himself a louder yawn as he pulled the curtains open, filling the small, yet comfortable space with the warm light of a spring-summer day. An organized messiness graced the space- a warm throw blanket thrown over the couch, the medium-sized television Kurt had surprised Sam with on their two year-anniversary on the TV stand Sam had made by hand to replace the one they'd broken when they'd first moved in, a sudden phase of making love on every available surface coming to an abrupt end when the original stand had broken in half and Sam had ended up in the emergency room with splinters in his ass.
Flipping on the lights in the kitchen, he set to work with quick, easy efficiency that came from years of knowing the space; The utensils drawer had to be tugged at twice to slide out easily, the cupboard was temperamental at it's best and required the door to be handled with care. Rescuing dual sets of everything necessary he set the table with a slow hum, before returning and setting out the necessary ingredients for breakfast- Orange juice for himself, coffee for Sam; Toast and scrambled eggs for Sam, Fruit and a multi-grain bagel for himself. The guilty pleasure for both of them came in half a mug of chocolate milk, made with their favorite chocolate syrup from a Swedish confectioner three blocks over.
Toaster loaded and eggs ready to be scrambled, Kurt made a sound of surprise as warm, strong arms wrapped around him from behind, making him nearly drop an egg with a laugh.
"Sam!" He gasped, his tone chiding gently despite the smile on his face. "How many times have I-" He began, before sighing as the other male kissed him, effectively stopping him mid-scolding and except prompting a soft, content sound in his throat. Grinning as he pulled away, Kurt smirked and licked his lips, taking an egg and expertly cracking and opening it into a bowl. "All better now."
"Smells good." Sam muttered with a grin, nibbling gently at the smaller boy, warm hands on his waist even as he pressed into him from behind, pinning him lightly into the counter.
"I know." Kurt smirked, pretending to ignore the attention his neck was receiving, instead reaching for the coffee mug as he poured Sam a cup. Half-pouting, the taller male took the mug and inhaled, eyes closing in a content, low sound as the smell of freshly made coffee filled his nostrils. Smiling privately to himself, Kurt continued on, moving from area to area on the counter as before turning to Sam with a grin. "Help me beat the eggs?" Obviously biting back a dirty comment the former blond complied, taking a whisk and beginning to beat the eggs when Kurt let out a low grown.
"We're almost out of Morning Glory." Kurt commented as he turned slightly, frowning as he held up the dark bottle of syrup. Sam turned, his frown matching Kurt's as he took it for himself, frown deepening even further as the obvious conclusion was reached- it wouldn't be enough for both of them.
"You can have it." Sam sighed, smiling sheepishly at Kurt. "I'm already drinking milk with the coffee, might as well."
Kurt shook his head stubbornly. "It isn't the same if you can't enjoy it with me. Madame Abrahamsen should be open by now- it's almost ten. Just go get some, I should be done by the time you get back."
Sam wrinkled his nose, shaking his head. "That means getting dressed. Not to mention Miss-er...Madame Abrahamsen likes you way better."
"Sam." Kurt whined, pouting as he turned fully in his lover's arms, crossing his own arms. "Don't be lazy. Just go."
Smirking slightly, the taller male kissed him softly, shaking his head. "I am not being lazy." He frowned, green eyes watching him.
"You are." Kurt retorted, leaning up to kiss him slowly and pushing him back with the action, away from the counter and toward the four person table, plates set on the opposite end. "Just go."
"Nope." Another kiss, though Sam permitted himself to be led back slightly, grinning as the two continued their discussion through slow footsteps and soft, teasing kisses, stubbornly trying to win the argument.
"Yes." Kurt mumbled, hooking his fingers slowly in the waistband of Sam's royal blue boxers, pressing closer to him as the back of his lover's thighs hit the tabletop. "Yes."
"No." Sam's lips found his neck, causing a delicious shiver that rushed down his spine, even more so as soft teeth gently bit into his neck, making his breath hitch.
"Yes." Kurt hissed softly against his ear, reaching forward to take an earlobe in between his lips, nibbling gently at the soft, pliable skin. His hands, baby soft from years of shea butter and vanilla lotion slowly began trailing down the hard, defined muscles of Sam's chest, reveling in the warmth, in the slow shudder rippling under his touch. Smirking, Kurt let his nails, small but perfectly manicured trail down, scrape down gently and over his nipples before continuing, earning a delicious growl from the mouth currently ravaging his neck.
"No." Sam finally murmured, pulling away from the bright mark now decorating the porcelain skin, leaning in to repeat the action on his collarbone, his hands finding Kurt's ass and kneading the soft globes slowly, forcing Kurt closer. "Let's just....share...."
"Share?" Kurt breathed against his jaw, peppering slow nibbles and gentle kisses along the strong form, stubble scratching pleasantly at his skin. His back automatically arched into the warm, greedy hands on his ass, the robe he wore slowly lifting, riding on his hips as Sam continued to palm him, smirking as he pressed flush against the taller male and rolled his hips forward once into him, earning a rough gasp.
"I don't share." Kurt smirked.
If there was anything Kurt Hummel enjoyed in the world, apart from High-class fashion on half-price and his collection of original Broadway cast recordings, it was bringing out the dominant streak in his fiancee. A highly versatile pair, they'd never had any qualms with experimentation; Sam, however, as was his personality, more than often wanted nothing more than to please Kurt, whether that meant sucking him off in the movie theater or having a quickie in Sam's office, begging for more as Kurt fucked him over his inevitably messy desk. Pleasing Kurt more than often suited Kurt just fine- but what really turned him on was a Sam out of control- dominating him, challenging him.
Kurt knew that Sam had been aware of this for quite sometime- and it was this fact that turned Kurt on even further. Sam would lose control for Kurt- but held himself back, like now, pressing closer to Kurt yet doing nothing more, lips and teeth instead continuing their campaign to force Kurt into one of his soft, pashmina scarves for the next two weeks. Instead of giving in, Sam challenged him; instead of rocking his hips in return his hands stilled the smaller boy against him, voice rough and laced with desire as he murmured against his skin. "Utterly selfish, Hummel. Share."
The game was set as Kurt moaned prettily against his ear, pressing every inch of his bare form against Sam as he allowed the robe to slide off, his voice soft and almost angelic as it whispered, "Make me."
A soft thump broke the silence, the slight clatter of plates, a breathless gasp. Broad hands pinned his own into the wood, plates pushed aside to make space as Sam's hard body covered his own, sending a ripple of pleasure down his spine. Hot breath tickled the small hairs on the back of his neck, a wicked tongue swirling up his neck before nipping hard at his earlobe, earning another sharp intake of breath. "Gladly."
"Fuck, Sam-" He murmured, biting down on his lip to deny a low mewl as Sam reached between them, warm, broad hands sliding down his chest, making him shudder and quiver under him. Nails scraped along the wooden table top lightly, cheek pressed to the cold surface as the callouses of Sam's fingers trailed south, finding a nipple and swirling slowly. "Fuck-"
"Quiet." Sam growled, and before Kurt could respond those teeth had found his shoulder, nipping sharply and forcing a ragged curse from his lips. Heart pounding with adrenaline, Kurt shuddered and pressed back, moaning as the obvious tent in Sam's boxers met the curve of his ass, whining in his throat as Sam jerked his hips forward to pin him further against the table.
Hissing softly, Kurt wriggled his hips. "Take them off." His voice was rough, a whine laced with desire as he lifted his ass further, the table groaning in protest as he pressed more of his weight forward, fingers curled in the wooden surface. Instead of receiving a response, he found himself simultaneously freed from the delicious weight of Sam's body on his own and being carried, before Sam set him down on the table edge unceremoniously, a shock of cold running through him as his bare skin met the wood. "Sam-"
He was quieted with a kiss- Sam leaning forward, capturing his lips expertly, broad hands on his hips as he nibbled on his lower lip, growling. Kurt smirked- this position gave him much more power, made him less vulnerable than before- and without hesitation one hand curled in the shaggy hair, pulling slightly and earning a hiss, nails starting to trail down the defined muscles of his lover's stomach.
Sam chuckled roughly, green eyes once more upon Kurt's, though in the early morning light it was easy to see how his pupils had dilated from lust, from desire as Sam wordlessly reached for the bottle of Morning Glory, licking his lips as he forced Kurt's legs apart and kept him in place with a hand. Kurt panted softly, watching Sam's chest rise and fall in time with his own as they stared each other down, neither breaking eye contact even as Sam gave him his favorite smile, a mix between a grin and a smirk as he flicked the top of the syrup. Kurt's eyes widened. "Sam-"
The sound was cut off as the chocolate- just slightly warm from being exposed to the warm sunlight- poured down his chest. Kurt's eyes turned down slowly, still wide as they followed it, watching the chocolate dribble down over his nipples, sensually streaming down his stomach in dark rivulets. He trembled slowly, the erotic sight only intensifying as it drenched his cock, causing a weak, half-gasped whimper to escape from him as the liquid pooled between them and slopped over the table edge, droplets dotting the floor beneath them. Slowly, he looked up, speechless for once- his eyes meeting Sam's and sending an electric shock straight through him from the look of sheer hunger on his lover's face.
Wordlessly, the taller male sunk to his knees, his gaze never leaving Kurt's as he set down the bottle with a muffled sound, unimportant; The only sounds present in Kurt's mind was their breaths, heavy and low, the soft sound of chocolate dripping to the floor, his own sharp intake of breath as Sam's tongue leaned forward, licking a stripe of skin free from chocolate. His fingers curled instinctively, the air between them that much more constricted as Sam's repeated the action, a low moan of approval rumbling in his throat as his tongue swirled and lapped.
Soft, wet sounds filled the kitchen- almost obscene as they mingled with his own soft gasps, fingers curled tightly and tugging occasionally at the honey-blonde locks to hold Sam in place. Eyes closed as he struggled to breathe, Kurt could nevertheless hear as Sam cleaned him off greedily- taking his time in his most erogenous of places. "S-Sam-!"" he gasped, even as that devious tongue found one nipple, then the other, swirling slowly as their eyes met slowly, Sam's chuckle sending another shock through him.
A strangled keen escaped as those plump lips wrapped around the sensitive peaks- and sucked, hard, before swirling slowly. Repeated the action with the other nipple, before pulling away to smirk, obviously pleased at the mindless gasp of his name Kurt wasn't even aware he was making. Slow- too slow- too little, he needed more-
"Sam, for fuck's sake-" He practically hissed, the fingers in Sam's hair tugging insistently with a desperate growl. Sam met his gaze, licking his lips slowly, catching the chocolate that had gathered on his lower lip. "What?"
Shaking, Kurt pulled him in for a desperate kiss, ravenous and desperate as his legs parted further, almost obscenely. "Fuck me." He finally gasped against his lips, nipping hard at his lover's plump lower lip. Sam groaned, pulling away- and for a moment a sense of relief ran through him- this was it, Sam would finally quit teasing and-
"No."
Kurt's response was a strangled whine, outrage caused by pure lust nearly driving him to push the other male away- before Sam gently grasped his cock, ripping a maddened whine from his throat even as his hips jerked up, desperate for relief. Sam chuckled- and fuck him for doing this to him, for driving him utterly wild and not paying off and ohhhhhfuck- Kurt lost all thought as those lips smirked and leaned down to take him in, forming an obscenely perfect 'O' as he sank to the back of his Fiance's throat.
His voice echoed around the kitchen, sharp and desperate and filthy as his back arched into Sam's mouth, fingers curled in the blond hair desperately. A hand leaned behind him, barely missing the plates as it curled into the wood for leverage, holding him up even as Sam slowly bobbed his throat once, twice, the head of him hitting the back of his throat over and over, soft huffs in time with his weak thrust providing the most erotic sounds Kurt had ever heard. His thighs tensed- he was close, he was so very close-
Sam pulled back, a thin string of saliva following the wet Pop! as he tsked slowly, swallowing hard and licking his lips with a grin. Kurt's protest was cut off as those warm, calloused hands replaced his mouth, instead licking him free of the dark liquid until porcelain skin was revealed, glistening in the morning light with a new coat of saliva. Sam's hands squeezed the base of him, earning a weak whine- Sam didn't want him to come yet, wouldn't let him come, even as his fingers expertly collected the pre-cum pooling at the very tip of him, using it as further lubricant. "Sam-" He whispered, his voice weak, breathless, his entire body spasming in it's sensitivity. "Sam-"
"Turn around." Came the whisper, tender almost despite the own traces of unmistakable need. Kurt shuddered, eyes closing as he felt those warm hands leave his cock, knees buckling under his own unfamiliar weight as he slipped off the table edge. Sam's arms were warm as they caught him, helped him turn slowly- their touch was gentle even as he allowed the full weight of him to rest against the sturdy table, shaking gently as they traced down his side, soothing his sides, his hips lovingly.
"Fuck me." Kurt gasped, eyes still closed- He could hear Sam's hard swallow, heard the blond fumbling and the unmistakable weight of him as two fingers traced the edges of his own lips. Eyes finally opening, their eyes met, hazy with need as he reached forward and took them each in his mouth- an almost-catlike purr escaping as he ran his tongue luxuriously over them, circling the calluses before nipping the tip.
Sam groaned lightly behind him- and Kurt smirked. Good. Let him suffer. Eyes closing, his own hand found the larger one, forcing it closer; his tongue traveled and explored every path of skin before moaning as they detected a trace of chocolate. From the rough, ragged breathing behind him Kurt had no doubts that Sam was entering that same frenzied state from earlier- and as his own sense slowly returned, the need to drive him just as wild goaded him on, ass lifting once more to grind back against him.
"Fuck, Kurt." Sam grunted, before Kurt realized he was pulling his fingers free. Pouting, he sat up slightly, feeling light ripples of pleasure continue to rock his frame as his eyes met Sam's, licking his lips slowly. He noted, with pleasure, that Sam's boxers were nowhere to be seen- but before he could fully enjoy the sight Sam was pinning him down once more, hand gripping his wrists gently over his head as he set to work prepping him quickly.
Need goaded him now- made taking it slow that much quicker; Kurt could taste in Sam's ragged kiss as one finger, then two penetrated him, the knowledge that it was his own saliva making him harder, if that was possible. He could feel Sam's cock pressed against the small of his back even as he was stretched expertly, moans goading him on- the game was lost, there was no game, it was only Sam and Kurt and Sam's fingers inside of him, driving him wild until he pulled away from the kiss to hiss "Fuck me, Sam, Fuck me now-" and Sam was groaning in agreement, pulling his fingers free.
Fingers braced themselves against the hard wood once more, even as the sound of Sam spitting into his hand made him whine impatiently. Before he could voice a complaint, however, the welcome weight of Sam's form covered him, made him gasp as he felt Sam press against his entrance, heart pounding and swearing softly before they both groaned, Sam's fingers gripping his hips as he slide home.
"F-Fuck-" Kurt gasped breathlessly, head falling back- Sam's lips found his as they both struggled to breathe, to control that pre-pubescent urge to climax almost immediately upon penetration before Kurt was huffing "Move" and Sam was pulling back, leaving him almost entirely. Time stopped for a second- it was just them, bodies pressed together, only the tip of Sam left inside of him as they panted for breath- before Sam slammed back inside, bottoming out inside of him and forcing a rough keen from Kurt's lips.
"Fuckyesbaby-fuckyes-fuckme-likethat-justlikethat-" Kurt whispered, his hips arching and rolling back to meet each thrust, hard but slow, the table creaking as they slowly moved together. One hand found his, lacing their fingers together, even as Sam's soft cries of his name into his shoulder blade made him shake, toes curling weakly against the tile floor.
The bottle of Morning Glory fell to the floor, the last few drops of chocolate pooling out- before neither noticed, neither could, too caught up in each other, too tangled in the existence of the other to see anything else but themselves, themselves and each other, moving together and battling for breath as Sam's hands dipped under his hips to lift him higher, to impale himself further into Kurt with every thrust.
Pleading turned to curses turned to mindless gasps of each other's name, One of Kurt's hands finding the side edge of the table and using it for leverage, moving back against Sam, in control as always, out of control, for Sam, only Sam. The pace grew faster, more desperate- and the hand still covering his curled, his own fingers falling suit as the gripped each other for dear life, Sam's lips roaming once more and marking him, claiming him, just like he'd claimed Sam's heart all those years ago in a locker room shower, with a sly smile and coquettish remark.
"Mine." Sam whispered against his ear, and Kurt cried out as the thrust found that place inside of him, that place that made him see galaxies, like the ones Sam spent his free time dreaming about, as Sam's hips angled to hit it over and over, coiling him tighter and tighter robbing him of breath. He nodded, nodded mindlessly before he turned to kiss him, messy and passionate and breathless as he half-sobbed, "Mine."
The warm hand of his hip holding him in place ducked down, and Kurt's mind flashed white as it wrapped around his weeping cock, pumping once, twice before his back arched like a bow and he released with a wail of his name, Sam's name. Through the cloud of pleasure he could feel Sam slam once, twice more into him before bottoming out against him and releasing with a mindless cry, their bodies shaking in aftershocks as they clung to each other.
Silence.
Silence, save for the soft, broken gasps as they tried to recover their breath, bodies still trembling even as Kurt turned once more to kiss him softly, smirking slowly despite himself. He could feel Sam's smile against his own lips, before his own eyes finally fluttered open, the lazy exhaustion of a mind-blowing orgasms settling over both of them slowly.
Sam chuckled, his own green eyes mirroring Kurt's expression as he soothed his fingers through the soft brown hair, usually perfectly in place. Kurt laughed softly at the expression on his face before shifting with a soft wheeze, pushing up against Sam with a soft huff. "Get off." He mumbled, even as Sam laughed and finally pulled off, groaning gently as he sunk into a chair. Knees wobbling, Kurt didn't bother protesting as he was pulled onto his lap, curling up comfortably against him instead, only wincing slightly from the discomfort.
Eyes closed, he finally exhaled, forehead tucked against the lower part of Sam's neck, privately enjoying the comfort of Sam's arms, strong and warm around him. They sat there comfortably, Sam stroking the skin of his hip gently- before a chuckle rumbled in his chest, pulling Kurt from his moment of relaxation and making his pull away. "What is it?"
"Look."
Kurt's eyes followed Sam's smirk, and he sputtered indignantly as his eyes found his usually spotless kitchen in complete disarray. Eggshells on the counter, plates in disarray, spots of half-dried chocolate syrup on the table edge and dotting the tiles below. His robe was crumpled in a pile, midnight blue boxers having joined them- and the now-empty bottle of Morning Glory lay right by Sam's feet, causing another laugh, as Kurt pulled away, obviously appalled.
"I cannot believe you!" Kurt huffed, stepping over the chocolate puddle, cocking his hip angrily even in his absolute nudity. He watched Sam struggled for something with some semblance to remorse, but his fiancee's eyes followed his form, lips struggling to form a frown despite the obvious urge to smile, if not laugh.
Kurt was not amused.
"Kurt-" Sam finally sighed, standing and reaching for him- but the smaller male easily pulled away, shaking his head. "No." His eyes met Sam's, betraying his own growing amusement at the undeniably funny scene, though he forced a pout to remain. "Clean this up."
Sam frowned- and for a moment Kurt fell in love all over again, the sunlight making Sam's eyes flash grass green for a second, made his glow hair blonde, almost gold, like it'd been when they first met. "But-"
"No buts." Kurt smirked finally, sighing and rolling his eyes. "Clean up...then you can join me." Stepping forward, Kurt leaned forward gracefully, content as always in the minimal distance between them, before pulling away. Sam's pout was boyish and utterly adorable, prompting another laugh from Kurt, though softer, almost tender.
"Fine." Sam huffed, and Kurt grinned, winking at him as he pulled away. He could feel Sam's eyes on him, even as he bent over to pick up the clothing, fighting a giggle- before throwing the midnight blue boxers into the former blond's face. A suprised "OOMPH-" escaped, before Sam's laugh sent Kurt running, breathless with laughter and love as Sam chased him out of the kitchen even as Kurt gasped No, Wait, Don't- and the unmistakeable bout of giggles as Sam caught him, enacting his revenge with tickles and a slow, loving kiss.
Five years had passed.
More would come.