K U M C E P T I O N
title: KUMCEPTION
author: sbeiste aka tangerine
rating: R
characters/pairings: sam/kurt
disclaimer: i do not own, blah blah
warning: slightly smutty... inception spoilers?
author notes: i wrote this for dimmie. i don't even know why or how it came up but for some reason we decided it would be interesting to write KUMCEPTION, so now it's been done.
summary: I really don't have a good summary for this that doesn't spoil the entire thing so... Just read it.
"Sam..." Kurt let his words fall short as Sam's thumb pressed softly into his hip. He closed his eyes and allowed Sam's hands to slip up under his shirt, playing lightly over his skin as those beautiful warm lips kissed his neck. He didn't remember where he was or how he'd gotten here or why Sam was kissing him but it didn't matter. He liked it and he wasn't about to let it stop. He lifted his arms up so Sam could slip his shirt off and felt those lips move further down his chest and stomach, felt fingers play at his belt buckle. He more than willingly lifted his hips so his pants could be removed, and Sam grinned at him, his eyes - those beautiful green eyes - sparkling with mischief. He was already shirtless - had he been wearing a shirt earlier? Kurt didn't remember and again he couldn't hold on to the thought long enough to care. And suddenly Sam was standing up and stripping off his own jeans.Kurt reached out for his hands, strong and big and not too calloused, and pulled him back down onto the bed, rolling over him and driving his hips into Sam's. Sam's face scrunched up into the most delicious little expression as he groaned, pushing his own hips up against Kurt's.
Skin against skin, lips against lips, sweating, groaning, clawing, biting, moaning. It felt like it went on for hours and didn't really get anywhere. All Kurt new was the feeling of finely toned muscle under his hands, the feeling of Sam's naked body and Sam's excitement against his own and Sam's damaged hair in his fingers and it was too much. He forced himself to a stop, grinning at the little whine Sam gave before his eyes widened and a look of delighted surprise came over his face as Kurt shifted, positioning himself. Kurt watched the red blossom over Sam's cheeks, smiled at how Sam bit his lip as he pushed slowly, savoring every second. He leaned forward and connected their lips again, slowly gaining speed, delicately stroking Sam's cheek.
"You need to go deeper," Sam said in a low, husky voice, holding on to Kurt like his life depended on it. His hands wandered the brunet's back, cupped his neck, squeezed his ass. Anywhere and everywhere he could touch. Kurt gave him a somewhat puzzled look. "W-what?" he breathed. "Deeper," Sam urged, pulling him impossibly closer.
"Ohh." Kurt bit his lip as he thrust forward, over and over, and Sam started making these noises - moans, groans, whatever you would call them - that sounded like the most beautiful music to him, and he knew he was hitting the right spot now. He was moaning too, with a warmth that filled his entire body and a desperate need to be even closer, as if it were possible. "Say my name," Sam said, his voice surprisingly steadier than it had been before, though he still looked like he was fighting the urge to roll his eyes. "What?" Sam held on to him tighter, placing gentle kisses on his neck and whispering into his ear, "Say my name, Kurt."
"Sam," he whispered back, a smile spreading across his lips as he pressed them to Sam's. "Sam, Sam, Sam." Sam's devilish grin made an appearance again, and for a second Kurt had a sneaking suspicion that he was up to something before he forgot it as he felt Sam's body shudder beneath him and heard him moan his name. He went harder, faster, rolling his hips, probably leaving scratch marks on Sam's shoulders as he came, crying, "Sam!"
Kurt jerked awake, his heart pounding wildly and his stomach fluttering like he'd been falling. The room was dark, save for strips of silver moonlight coming in from the blinds on the window. But he didn't have blinds, he had - The sleepover. It was movie night at the Evans home and Sam had forced him to watch Inception. It had been late. Kurt had brought pajamas, and Sam had insisted that there was really no need for him to sleep on the floor since he had inherited his parents' queen size bed when they upgraded.
And there he was, sleeping soundly just inches away, that broad, toned back turned toward him. Kurt licked his lips, remembering the dream for a minute before violently shaking his head as though to shake the thoughts from them. Sam is straight. It was just a dream. Watching Inception is a bad idea right before you go to sleep. These thoughts ran through his mind like a chant but they could do nothing to erase that uncomfortable fluttery feeling in his chest as he lay his head back down on the pillow and stared at the light brown roots starting to grow out on Sam's head and he slowly drifted back off to sleep.
Sam waited several minutes to be sure Kurt was asleep again before he moved. He bent over, shoving the silver briefcase further into its hiding spot under his bed, and glanced back at Kurt's beautiful sleeping form. He smiled, twirling a keychain - a small metal scooter - around on his finger before setting it down on the night stand and settling back into his sleeping position.
Inception accomplished.
author: sbeiste aka tangerine
rating: R
characters/pairings: sam/kurt
disclaimer: i do not own, blah blah
warning: slightly smutty... inception spoilers?
author notes: i wrote this for dimmie. i don't even know why or how it came up but for some reason we decided it would be interesting to write KUMCEPTION, so now it's been done.
summary: I really don't have a good summary for this that doesn't spoil the entire thing so... Just read it.
"Sam..." Kurt let his words fall short as Sam's thumb pressed softly into his hip. He closed his eyes and allowed Sam's hands to slip up under his shirt, playing lightly over his skin as those beautiful warm lips kissed his neck. He didn't remember where he was or how he'd gotten here or why Sam was kissing him but it didn't matter. He liked it and he wasn't about to let it stop. He lifted his arms up so Sam could slip his shirt off and felt those lips move further down his chest and stomach, felt fingers play at his belt buckle. He more than willingly lifted his hips so his pants could be removed, and Sam grinned at him, his eyes - those beautiful green eyes - sparkling with mischief. He was already shirtless - had he been wearing a shirt earlier? Kurt didn't remember and again he couldn't hold on to the thought long enough to care. And suddenly Sam was standing up and stripping off his own jeans.Kurt reached out for his hands, strong and big and not too calloused, and pulled him back down onto the bed, rolling over him and driving his hips into Sam's. Sam's face scrunched up into the most delicious little expression as he groaned, pushing his own hips up against Kurt's.
Skin against skin, lips against lips, sweating, groaning, clawing, biting, moaning. It felt like it went on for hours and didn't really get anywhere. All Kurt new was the feeling of finely toned muscle under his hands, the feeling of Sam's naked body and Sam's excitement against his own and Sam's damaged hair in his fingers and it was too much. He forced himself to a stop, grinning at the little whine Sam gave before his eyes widened and a look of delighted surprise came over his face as Kurt shifted, positioning himself. Kurt watched the red blossom over Sam's cheeks, smiled at how Sam bit his lip as he pushed slowly, savoring every second. He leaned forward and connected their lips again, slowly gaining speed, delicately stroking Sam's cheek.
"You need to go deeper," Sam said in a low, husky voice, holding on to Kurt like his life depended on it. His hands wandered the brunet's back, cupped his neck, squeezed his ass. Anywhere and everywhere he could touch. Kurt gave him a somewhat puzzled look. "W-what?" he breathed. "Deeper," Sam urged, pulling him impossibly closer.
"Ohh." Kurt bit his lip as he thrust forward, over and over, and Sam started making these noises - moans, groans, whatever you would call them - that sounded like the most beautiful music to him, and he knew he was hitting the right spot now. He was moaning too, with a warmth that filled his entire body and a desperate need to be even closer, as if it were possible. "Say my name," Sam said, his voice surprisingly steadier than it had been before, though he still looked like he was fighting the urge to roll his eyes. "What?" Sam held on to him tighter, placing gentle kisses on his neck and whispering into his ear, "Say my name, Kurt."
"Sam," he whispered back, a smile spreading across his lips as he pressed them to Sam's. "Sam, Sam, Sam." Sam's devilish grin made an appearance again, and for a second Kurt had a sneaking suspicion that he was up to something before he forgot it as he felt Sam's body shudder beneath him and heard him moan his name. He went harder, faster, rolling his hips, probably leaving scratch marks on Sam's shoulders as he came, crying, "Sam!"
Kurt jerked awake, his heart pounding wildly and his stomach fluttering like he'd been falling. The room was dark, save for strips of silver moonlight coming in from the blinds on the window. But he didn't have blinds, he had - The sleepover. It was movie night at the Evans home and Sam had forced him to watch Inception. It had been late. Kurt had brought pajamas, and Sam had insisted that there was really no need for him to sleep on the floor since he had inherited his parents' queen size bed when they upgraded.
And there he was, sleeping soundly just inches away, that broad, toned back turned toward him. Kurt licked his lips, remembering the dream for a minute before violently shaking his head as though to shake the thoughts from them. Sam is straight. It was just a dream. Watching Inception is a bad idea right before you go to sleep. These thoughts ran through his mind like a chant but they could do nothing to erase that uncomfortable fluttery feeling in his chest as he lay his head back down on the pillow and stared at the light brown roots starting to grow out on Sam's head and he slowly drifted back off to sleep.
Sam waited several minutes to be sure Kurt was asleep again before he moved. He bent over, shoving the silver briefcase further into its hiding spot under his bed, and glanced back at Kurt's beautiful sleeping form. He smiled, twirling a keychain - a small metal scooter - around on his finger before setting it down on the night stand and settling back into his sleeping position.
Inception accomplished.