Gimme More
Title: Gimme More
Author:setos_puppy
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee now do I make any profit from this work of fiction.
A/N: Inspired by the shirtless Sam pictures I posted. And emocezi's comment that you could eat off those abs.
Kurt ducked his head as a blush stained over his cheeks when Sam crossed his arms after brushing his fringe back, smirking in that way that was so attractive and infuriating; showing off his dimples and making him look devilish. Sam slipped his hands lower, his body crushing in against Kurt’s and forcing Kurt back against the locker as his hands slipped into the tight, back pockets of Kurt’s Gucci jeans. He ducked his head low, his mouth pressing to Kurt’s as the slim gleek wrapped and arm around his neck and tangle in his hair as he pressed up with a whine.
Finally Kurt pulled back, his breath shaky and eyes unfocused. “Stop that. You’re going to get us slushed.”
“I’ll punch them in the face.”
Kurt rolled his eyes and pushed Sam lightly, watching the way the jock pretended to stumble from the light blow, and hit the row of lockers, arms outstretched in mock innocence. The movement caught Kurt’s eye, he licked his lips as he watched Sam’s shirt stretch over his chest and his letterman’s jacket flutter open, making him look like a tantalizing, sumptuous gift. In a quick move those strong arms shot out and wrapped around Kurt, jerking him away from his open locker and against Sam’s chest. Kurt held back the yelp but melted as Sam’s arms encircled his form, protective and safe.
“I hate that I can’t stay made at you,” Kurt said into Sam’s chest as the other rubbed his back in slow, hypnotizing circles.
“I’m just too beautiful.”
“Self-absorbed jock.”
“Prissy cheerleader.”
Kurt’s head snapped up to look at Sam as his eyes narrowed, fierce and steely. Sam brushed a hand over Kurt’s cheek, fingers curling into the hair at the base of Kurt’s neck as he swooped his head down and brushed their lips together. Kurt made a quiet noise, his hands curling in the lapels of Sam’s jacket as he pushed up on his toes and parted his mouth to deepen the kiss.
“Stop that you two, you’re giving everyone cavities.”
Kurt broke the kiss with an annoyed mutter; his mouth curving into a smile as Sam ducked down quickly and pressed their mouths together in a fleeting, chaste kiss as Kurt rocked back off his toes and took a step back. He turned to look at Mercedes who was watching them wistfully as she popped her locker open and started pulling books out.
“Also if you’re not careful you’ll get a grape slush to the face.”
“They’re just jealous I’m with the star quarterback,” Kurt replied, cool as a cucumber.
“And that I’m with the hottest Cheerio on the squad,” Sam added, his arms slipping around Kurt’s shoulders as he pressed a kiss to the top of his head.
“Ugh. Stereotypical romance.” Mercedes slid some books into her bag.
“Except, you know, we’re both guys,” Sam retorted.
The warning bell rang, signalling five minutes before class. Which gave Kurt and Sam exactly a minute and forty-five seconds left of couplehood before the less open minded jocks flooded the halls.
“I’ll see you in glee?” Sam asked into Kurt’s shoulder.
Kurt nodded and spun out of Sam’s arms, his hands sliding down Sam’s arms to hook their fingers together as he rocked forward boldly to kiss his boyfriend. “Always.”
“Parting is such sweet sorrow.”
Rolling his eyes and fishing Sam’s copy of Romeo and Juliet out of his bag Kurt slapped the book to Sam’s chest. “Stop quoting Shakespeare and go to English.”
Taking the book, Sam saluted with it before walking down the hall and rounding a corner and disappearing. Kurt turned and pulled his History book out of his locker before slamming it shut and hooking arms with Mercedes as they flounced off to class.
~*~
Glee had been typical. Mr. Shuester had given a solo to Santana and Rachel had thrown a fit. Kurt had filed his nails and gossiped with Mercedes and Artie and Sam talked about Scott Pilgrim vs The World and whether or not it was a good adaptation. Afterwards everyone parted ways talking about what they would do for the weekend.
Kurt had plans with Mercedes Saturday night, they were watching a marathon of Judy Garland movies and having a pizza party and sleep over. There was rumor Sam might join them.
Kurt looked up from his physics homework as his iPhone vibrated on his desk and stretched across his bed and picked it up. The display picture flashed a picture of Sam in swim trunks on the beach before it flashed off and the text appeared: its kold outsid. Raising his brow Kurt deleted the text and climbed the stairs, glad he had decided to get his homework done early despite having the weekend to himself. His dad was in Columbus at a carshow.
Opening his front door he found Sam on the porch, a bag of take out in his hands. Kurt huffed a sigh. Those new Diesel jeans were going to have to wait another week. “Come in.”
“I brought dinner.”
“What constitutes that as dinner?”
“Um... It’s... food?”
“Yes, but... what?”
“A double order of that thing with fries, cheese and gravy you love and two forks. Also diet coke.”
Kurt eyed the brown paper bag. “Approved. Want to watch Torchwood?”
The smile on Sam’s face spoke volumes.
~*~
Kurt giggled when he leaned back, scraping the mixture of gravy, fries and molten cheese off of Sam’s fork. He licked his lips and picked up the can of diet coke before taking a huge swallow and pushed his own plastic fork in the mess of piping hot gravy, mozzarella cheese and cripsy, perfect fries before lifting a forkful to his mouth and taking another bite.
“So... Where did you ever hear of this?”
“One of my mom’s sisters lives in Montreal in Canada. We used to visit her every summer for two weeks. It’s a typical French-Canadian dish called poutine, I used to steal pieces of it from my aunt when I was young. I had my first plate when I was six. I developed a craving for it. It’s a fun comfort food.”
“Do you still go up there?”
“Sometimes. Ever since my mom passed away we go less often.”
Sam nodded and speared a slew of fries. Unsure of what to say he simply took a mouthful and chewed it silently.
“That pizza place is the only one in the city that makes it. I’m the only one who ever orders it, I think.”
Sam laughed. “Well, it’s good. It’s warm and melty and crispy and cheesy.” Sam took the last forkful of the poutine and cupped his hands under it before raising it to Kurt’s mouth. “Here.”
Kurt smiled softly and swooped forward to take the offering before he leaned up and pressed his lips chastely against Sam’s. After leaning back Kurt swallowed, and finished his drink. “That was awesome.”
Sam nodded and stood up, stretching out before cleaning up the container and cans and stood in front of the TV, blocking the view of Ianto and Jack kissing on the screen. “I want something sweet.”
Kurt huffed and let himself get hauled up. “I have no idea how you maintain that look when inhaling so much food.”
“I run two hundred wind sprints every morning and every afternoon.”
Kurt nodded his head as they shuffled into his kitchen. “That’d do it.” Kurt opened the fridge and peered inside. “Let’s see... We have strawberries, oranges, and a bar of dark chocolate...”
“Strawberries and chocolate sound good.”
Kurt nodded and pulled out the quart of strawberries and the bar of rich, dark chocolate. Setting the bar aside Kurt rinsed off the strawberries and dumped them into a paper towel lined bowl before patting them dry. He gave a quiet squeak as one of Sam’s arms encircled his waist and pulled him back, a piece of dark chocolate in his fingers. Kurt smiled and sucked the chocolate in his mouth, his eyes fluttering a little as the taste of dark chocolate coated over his palate.
“Guess what else I found.”
“Hm?” Kurt opened his eyes and turned, rolling his eyes as he saw Sam tote up an aerosol can of whipped cream. “You are such a boy.”
Sam grinned before shaking the can and squirting a healthy dollop of whipped cream onto his tongue before swallowing it. “Thanks. Want?”
Kurt eyed the can and then eyed his boyfriend before nodding his head. He let his eyes slide shut before sticking his tongue out. He heard the faint rattle of the bottle and the soft squirt of noise, however, the flavour of whipped cream didn’t spread across his tongue. Before he could open his eyes and protest strong fingers weaved into his hair and Sam’s tongue glided over his own, bringing with it the taste of whipped cream. As he pulled back, Kurt shivered a little as Sam brushed a thumb over his jaw and lifted the pad of his thumb away from Kurt’s chin and sucked the remaining whipped cream into his mouth.
Kurt swallowed and smiled. “Want to go back downstairs?”
“Yeah.”
Kurt nodded and picked up the bar of chocolate. “Bring the whipped cream.”
“Why?”
Kurt turned as he reached the door to the basement before shooting Sam a sly smile before he disappeared through the door. Sam looked to the can held limply in his hand before bolting after Kurt.
~*~
“God, what is it with these jeans?”
“They make my ass look fabulous.”
“There’s other things I want to do to your ass without these jeans involved.”
Kurt laughed throatily as Sam yanked on his jeans and kissed at his collarbone. Kurt gave a whine as one of Sam’s calloused hands finally stopped fighting with his jeans and instead dove inside and wrapped around his cock and stroked, short circuiting Kurt’s brain. Kurt ran his hands over Sam’s broad, bared chest and scratched his nails down Sam’s chest and stretched up to bite at Sam’s chest. Remnant flavours of the now empty can of whipped cream and crumpled papers of the chocolate wrappers dancing over his tongue.
Food foreplay was awesome.
Kurt gave a quiet whine in the back of his throat as Sam’s thumb rubbed around the head of his erection before gliding back down. Sam’s free hand tangled into his hair and dragged his head up as he crushed their mouths together, swallowing Kurt’s noises in a deep, possessive kiss as his hand sped up. Kurt dug his nails into Sam’s shoulder as he broke the kiss with a wet noise and buried his face in Sam’s shoulder and hooked a leg around Sam’s and pushed his hips up with a needy, impatient noise.
“Shhh...” Sam cooed, lightly pulling Kurt’s face from his shoulder and pressing their foreheads together. “Let me see you come.”
A jolt ran down Kurt’s spine, making his whole body freeze for a moment before his spine snapped into a bow and his eyes rolled back in his head as his mouth fell open with a quiet, shuddering gasp. His nails scrambled for purchase over Sam’s back before he oozed into the couch and twitched when Sam worked him through the aftershocks until he pulled Sam’s hand out of his now messy jeans. A lazy smile spread over Kurt’s face as Sam pressed a kiss to his forehead and sunk into the couch beside him.
“What about you?”
Sam just rose a shoulder in a shrug before lifting his head as Kurt slid up and pushed him into a sitting position. Kurt rebuttoned his jeans as he straddled Sam and kissed him, smiling into the kiss as Sam craned his neck up and deepened the kiss. Kurt pulled back, kissing at the scratches he had left over Sam’s chest before sliding down Sam’s torso easily and pooling between his knees. Kurt unbuttoned and unzipped Sam’s jeans and worked them down in unison with his Ghostbuster boxers (they were going to have a talk later) and wrapped his hand around Sam’s erection and stroked.
Sam hissed through his teeth and his head fell back against the couch as his hips twitched and pushed upwards. “Jesus.”
Kurt licked his lips and curved one hand against Sam’s hip. He took in a deep breath. He had only done this a few times - three times with a sex toy as practice and then once with Sam. Slowly Kurt parted his lips and gave a long lick up Sam’s cock, his eyes locked on Sam’s face as he moved; when he reached the head he pressed soft kiss to the tip before licking it a few times, quick and fleeting. He parted his lips and fitted his mouth around the head, giving a shallow suck to get acclimated.
“Kurt... I...”
Kurt’s eyes flicked up to Sam’s face as he took in as much as he could, his hand stroking over the rest. He inhaled and let his eyes fall shut, doing his best to breathe calmly as the musky scent of Sam filled his nose and he let himself relax. Releasing the hold on Sam’s hip Kurt slid his hands under Sam’s buttocks and pulled him forward as he readjusted himself to get comfortable before he began to bob his head.
Kurt tried to take in more, only to pull back when his throat constricted and stroked with his hand where he couldn’t reach, and resumed bobbing his head. One of Sam’s hands settled against his hair, stroking and weaving into his hair. Never pressing down or urging him to go faster or deeper.
“Kurt... I’m... Fuck... Fuck!”
Kurt inhaled sharply through his nose and tried to relax as Sam shuddered and came. Kurt swallowed as much as he could before pulling back with a gasp and a wet cough. Licking his lips Kurt drew his hand over his chin and cheeks as he helpfully tucked Sam back into his jeans and rose from his knees.
Sam rose his head tiredly and pulled Kurt against him as they tumbled to the couch in a tangle of limbs. They kissed softly and Kurt pulled the afghan off the back of the couch to cover their naked torsos. They adjusted easily with Kurt tucked easily against Sam as the little spoon and Sam reached to the floor to pick up the remote and shuffled through the channels.
“Hey, Sherlock Holmes is on.”
Kurt hummed softly in the back of his throat. “Robert Downey Jr....”
Sam grinned and pressed his mouth to Kurt’s shoulder. “Is that a yes?”
“Yes.”
Selecting the channel they cuddled together and Sam interlocked their fingers as he set his chin on Kurt’s shoulder.
Author:setos_puppy
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee now do I make any profit from this work of fiction.
A/N: Inspired by the shirtless Sam pictures I posted. And emocezi's comment that you could eat off those abs.
Kurt ducked his head as a blush stained over his cheeks when Sam crossed his arms after brushing his fringe back, smirking in that way that was so attractive and infuriating; showing off his dimples and making him look devilish. Sam slipped his hands lower, his body crushing in against Kurt’s and forcing Kurt back against the locker as his hands slipped into the tight, back pockets of Kurt’s Gucci jeans. He ducked his head low, his mouth pressing to Kurt’s as the slim gleek wrapped and arm around his neck and tangle in his hair as he pressed up with a whine.
Finally Kurt pulled back, his breath shaky and eyes unfocused. “Stop that. You’re going to get us slushed.”
“I’ll punch them in the face.”
Kurt rolled his eyes and pushed Sam lightly, watching the way the jock pretended to stumble from the light blow, and hit the row of lockers, arms outstretched in mock innocence. The movement caught Kurt’s eye, he licked his lips as he watched Sam’s shirt stretch over his chest and his letterman’s jacket flutter open, making him look like a tantalizing, sumptuous gift. In a quick move those strong arms shot out and wrapped around Kurt, jerking him away from his open locker and against Sam’s chest. Kurt held back the yelp but melted as Sam’s arms encircled his form, protective and safe.
“I hate that I can’t stay made at you,” Kurt said into Sam’s chest as the other rubbed his back in slow, hypnotizing circles.
“I’m just too beautiful.”
“Self-absorbed jock.”
“Prissy cheerleader.”
Kurt’s head snapped up to look at Sam as his eyes narrowed, fierce and steely. Sam brushed a hand over Kurt’s cheek, fingers curling into the hair at the base of Kurt’s neck as he swooped his head down and brushed their lips together. Kurt made a quiet noise, his hands curling in the lapels of Sam’s jacket as he pushed up on his toes and parted his mouth to deepen the kiss.
“Stop that you two, you’re giving everyone cavities.”
Kurt broke the kiss with an annoyed mutter; his mouth curving into a smile as Sam ducked down quickly and pressed their mouths together in a fleeting, chaste kiss as Kurt rocked back off his toes and took a step back. He turned to look at Mercedes who was watching them wistfully as she popped her locker open and started pulling books out.
“Also if you’re not careful you’ll get a grape slush to the face.”
“They’re just jealous I’m with the star quarterback,” Kurt replied, cool as a cucumber.
“And that I’m with the hottest Cheerio on the squad,” Sam added, his arms slipping around Kurt’s shoulders as he pressed a kiss to the top of his head.
“Ugh. Stereotypical romance.” Mercedes slid some books into her bag.
“Except, you know, we’re both guys,” Sam retorted.
The warning bell rang, signalling five minutes before class. Which gave Kurt and Sam exactly a minute and forty-five seconds left of couplehood before the less open minded jocks flooded the halls.
“I’ll see you in glee?” Sam asked into Kurt’s shoulder.
Kurt nodded and spun out of Sam’s arms, his hands sliding down Sam’s arms to hook their fingers together as he rocked forward boldly to kiss his boyfriend. “Always.”
“Parting is such sweet sorrow.”
Rolling his eyes and fishing Sam’s copy of Romeo and Juliet out of his bag Kurt slapped the book to Sam’s chest. “Stop quoting Shakespeare and go to English.”
Taking the book, Sam saluted with it before walking down the hall and rounding a corner and disappearing. Kurt turned and pulled his History book out of his locker before slamming it shut and hooking arms with Mercedes as they flounced off to class.
~*~
Glee had been typical. Mr. Shuester had given a solo to Santana and Rachel had thrown a fit. Kurt had filed his nails and gossiped with Mercedes and Artie and Sam talked about Scott Pilgrim vs The World and whether or not it was a good adaptation. Afterwards everyone parted ways talking about what they would do for the weekend.
Kurt had plans with Mercedes Saturday night, they were watching a marathon of Judy Garland movies and having a pizza party and sleep over. There was rumor Sam might join them.
Kurt looked up from his physics homework as his iPhone vibrated on his desk and stretched across his bed and picked it up. The display picture flashed a picture of Sam in swim trunks on the beach before it flashed off and the text appeared: its kold outsid. Raising his brow Kurt deleted the text and climbed the stairs, glad he had decided to get his homework done early despite having the weekend to himself. His dad was in Columbus at a carshow.
Opening his front door he found Sam on the porch, a bag of take out in his hands. Kurt huffed a sigh. Those new Diesel jeans were going to have to wait another week. “Come in.”
“I brought dinner.”
“What constitutes that as dinner?”
“Um... It’s... food?”
“Yes, but... what?”
“A double order of that thing with fries, cheese and gravy you love and two forks. Also diet coke.”
Kurt eyed the brown paper bag. “Approved. Want to watch Torchwood?”
The smile on Sam’s face spoke volumes.
~*~
Kurt giggled when he leaned back, scraping the mixture of gravy, fries and molten cheese off of Sam’s fork. He licked his lips and picked up the can of diet coke before taking a huge swallow and pushed his own plastic fork in the mess of piping hot gravy, mozzarella cheese and cripsy, perfect fries before lifting a forkful to his mouth and taking another bite.
“So... Where did you ever hear of this?”
“One of my mom’s sisters lives in Montreal in Canada. We used to visit her every summer for two weeks. It’s a typical French-Canadian dish called poutine, I used to steal pieces of it from my aunt when I was young. I had my first plate when I was six. I developed a craving for it. It’s a fun comfort food.”
“Do you still go up there?”
“Sometimes. Ever since my mom passed away we go less often.”
Sam nodded and speared a slew of fries. Unsure of what to say he simply took a mouthful and chewed it silently.
“That pizza place is the only one in the city that makes it. I’m the only one who ever orders it, I think.”
Sam laughed. “Well, it’s good. It’s warm and melty and crispy and cheesy.” Sam took the last forkful of the poutine and cupped his hands under it before raising it to Kurt’s mouth. “Here.”
Kurt smiled softly and swooped forward to take the offering before he leaned up and pressed his lips chastely against Sam’s. After leaning back Kurt swallowed, and finished his drink. “That was awesome.”
Sam nodded and stood up, stretching out before cleaning up the container and cans and stood in front of the TV, blocking the view of Ianto and Jack kissing on the screen. “I want something sweet.”
Kurt huffed and let himself get hauled up. “I have no idea how you maintain that look when inhaling so much food.”
“I run two hundred wind sprints every morning and every afternoon.”
Kurt nodded his head as they shuffled into his kitchen. “That’d do it.” Kurt opened the fridge and peered inside. “Let’s see... We have strawberries, oranges, and a bar of dark chocolate...”
“Strawberries and chocolate sound good.”
Kurt nodded and pulled out the quart of strawberries and the bar of rich, dark chocolate. Setting the bar aside Kurt rinsed off the strawberries and dumped them into a paper towel lined bowl before patting them dry. He gave a quiet squeak as one of Sam’s arms encircled his waist and pulled him back, a piece of dark chocolate in his fingers. Kurt smiled and sucked the chocolate in his mouth, his eyes fluttering a little as the taste of dark chocolate coated over his palate.
“Guess what else I found.”
“Hm?” Kurt opened his eyes and turned, rolling his eyes as he saw Sam tote up an aerosol can of whipped cream. “You are such a boy.”
Sam grinned before shaking the can and squirting a healthy dollop of whipped cream onto his tongue before swallowing it. “Thanks. Want?”
Kurt eyed the can and then eyed his boyfriend before nodding his head. He let his eyes slide shut before sticking his tongue out. He heard the faint rattle of the bottle and the soft squirt of noise, however, the flavour of whipped cream didn’t spread across his tongue. Before he could open his eyes and protest strong fingers weaved into his hair and Sam’s tongue glided over his own, bringing with it the taste of whipped cream. As he pulled back, Kurt shivered a little as Sam brushed a thumb over his jaw and lifted the pad of his thumb away from Kurt’s chin and sucked the remaining whipped cream into his mouth.
Kurt swallowed and smiled. “Want to go back downstairs?”
“Yeah.”
Kurt nodded and picked up the bar of chocolate. “Bring the whipped cream.”
“Why?”
Kurt turned as he reached the door to the basement before shooting Sam a sly smile before he disappeared through the door. Sam looked to the can held limply in his hand before bolting after Kurt.
~*~
“God, what is it with these jeans?”
“They make my ass look fabulous.”
“There’s other things I want to do to your ass without these jeans involved.”
Kurt laughed throatily as Sam yanked on his jeans and kissed at his collarbone. Kurt gave a whine as one of Sam’s calloused hands finally stopped fighting with his jeans and instead dove inside and wrapped around his cock and stroked, short circuiting Kurt’s brain. Kurt ran his hands over Sam’s broad, bared chest and scratched his nails down Sam’s chest and stretched up to bite at Sam’s chest. Remnant flavours of the now empty can of whipped cream and crumpled papers of the chocolate wrappers dancing over his tongue.
Food foreplay was awesome.
Kurt gave a quiet whine in the back of his throat as Sam’s thumb rubbed around the head of his erection before gliding back down. Sam’s free hand tangled into his hair and dragged his head up as he crushed their mouths together, swallowing Kurt’s noises in a deep, possessive kiss as his hand sped up. Kurt dug his nails into Sam’s shoulder as he broke the kiss with a wet noise and buried his face in Sam’s shoulder and hooked a leg around Sam’s and pushed his hips up with a needy, impatient noise.
“Shhh...” Sam cooed, lightly pulling Kurt’s face from his shoulder and pressing their foreheads together. “Let me see you come.”
A jolt ran down Kurt’s spine, making his whole body freeze for a moment before his spine snapped into a bow and his eyes rolled back in his head as his mouth fell open with a quiet, shuddering gasp. His nails scrambled for purchase over Sam’s back before he oozed into the couch and twitched when Sam worked him through the aftershocks until he pulled Sam’s hand out of his now messy jeans. A lazy smile spread over Kurt’s face as Sam pressed a kiss to his forehead and sunk into the couch beside him.
“What about you?”
Sam just rose a shoulder in a shrug before lifting his head as Kurt slid up and pushed him into a sitting position. Kurt rebuttoned his jeans as he straddled Sam and kissed him, smiling into the kiss as Sam craned his neck up and deepened the kiss. Kurt pulled back, kissing at the scratches he had left over Sam’s chest before sliding down Sam’s torso easily and pooling between his knees. Kurt unbuttoned and unzipped Sam’s jeans and worked them down in unison with his Ghostbuster boxers (they were going to have a talk later) and wrapped his hand around Sam’s erection and stroked.
Sam hissed through his teeth and his head fell back against the couch as his hips twitched and pushed upwards. “Jesus.”
Kurt licked his lips and curved one hand against Sam’s hip. He took in a deep breath. He had only done this a few times - three times with a sex toy as practice and then once with Sam. Slowly Kurt parted his lips and gave a long lick up Sam’s cock, his eyes locked on Sam’s face as he moved; when he reached the head he pressed soft kiss to the tip before licking it a few times, quick and fleeting. He parted his lips and fitted his mouth around the head, giving a shallow suck to get acclimated.
“Kurt... I...”
Kurt’s eyes flicked up to Sam’s face as he took in as much as he could, his hand stroking over the rest. He inhaled and let his eyes fall shut, doing his best to breathe calmly as the musky scent of Sam filled his nose and he let himself relax. Releasing the hold on Sam’s hip Kurt slid his hands under Sam’s buttocks and pulled him forward as he readjusted himself to get comfortable before he began to bob his head.
Kurt tried to take in more, only to pull back when his throat constricted and stroked with his hand where he couldn’t reach, and resumed bobbing his head. One of Sam’s hands settled against his hair, stroking and weaving into his hair. Never pressing down or urging him to go faster or deeper.
“Kurt... I’m... Fuck... Fuck!”
Kurt inhaled sharply through his nose and tried to relax as Sam shuddered and came. Kurt swallowed as much as he could before pulling back with a gasp and a wet cough. Licking his lips Kurt drew his hand over his chin and cheeks as he helpfully tucked Sam back into his jeans and rose from his knees.
Sam rose his head tiredly and pulled Kurt against him as they tumbled to the couch in a tangle of limbs. They kissed softly and Kurt pulled the afghan off the back of the couch to cover their naked torsos. They adjusted easily with Kurt tucked easily against Sam as the little spoon and Sam reached to the floor to pick up the remote and shuffled through the channels.
“Hey, Sherlock Holmes is on.”
Kurt hummed softly in the back of his throat. “Robert Downey Jr....”
Sam grinned and pressed his mouth to Kurt’s shoulder. “Is that a yes?”
“Yes.”
Selecting the channel they cuddled together and Sam interlocked their fingers as he set his chin on Kurt’s shoulder.