Picture Message Received
title: Picture Message Received; part 1/?
author: sbeiste aka tangerine
rating: r
characters/pairings: sam/kurt
disclaimer: i don't own, blah blah
warning: mild smut, slash, gooey fluffy icky-ness
author notes: just a little idea i had. happy valentine's day, everyone!
summary: sam and kurt send each other pictures for valentine's day, and they get dirtier as the day goes on.
Good morning, Sam.
Sam grinned, shielding his eyes from the sun coming in his window so he could see his phone. He blinked sleep out of his eyes as the picture of Kurt smiled at him from the screen.
mornign cutie ;) know wat day ti is?, he texted back. He thought for a minute and decided to snap a picture of himself. He looked at it, frowning, not sure how he'd ever be able to match Kurt's beauty. Somehow even early this morning his hair was in perfect order and his complexion was great and his eyes were bright. Sam looked like a rumpled puppy, with his hair sticking up in odd ways and gleaming in the sunlight. And he needed his roots fixed. Again. He bit his lip a minute before deciding to send it.
Oh, Sam, how nice to see your beautiful face this morning. Now get up and get ready for school, Valentine.
There was another picture attached, this one of Kurt laughing. Sam stared for a good minute, admiring the perfect lines in his boyfriend's face and the way the sunlight was hitting his eyes before he remembered to text back.
<3 cant wait 2 c u
His morning routine didn't take him long. He showered quickly and dressed, blowing out his hair because he wanted it to look perfect for Kurt today, brushing his teeth twice because he was sure to get some lip action for the Valentine's Day gift he'd picked out.
He made a stop at the florist on the way to school and when he got there he went straight to Ms. Pillsbury's office to leave the roses like she'd agreed to. He took one with him, his hand shaking slightly as he made his way to Kurt's first period class. The bell rang and he knew he'd be in trouble for being late to Algebra but he didn't much care. He cleared his throat and stepped into the classroom, catching the attention of Mrs. Butrey (and the rest of the class).
She smiled at him. "Sam, I'm pretty sure I don't have you until fifth period," she said. He nodded. "I know." He cleared his throat again and turned to face the rest of the class. "I have a delivery for Kurt Hummel."
He couldn't hold back his smile at the way Kurt's cheeks flushed as he stood and made his way to the front of the classroom. "Thank you, Sam," he said, taking the rose gently in his hands. Sam had to seriously fight the urge to kiss him. "They're from a secret admirer," he said instead, and left the classroom with a wink.
The grin on his face had already earned him a few strange looks by the time he took his seat in the back of Mr. Goldstein's algebra class. He was marked tardy and given a detention, but still he smiled. His phone buzzed in his pocket, interrupting his daydream. There was no message this time, only another picture of Kurt. Sam could tell he was still in his bedroom, so it must be from this morning. He had that smug smile on his face that always gave Sam a flipping feeling in his stomach. And his fingers were on the first button of his shirt.
Suddenly his lips felt dry and he could feel his cheeks growing warm. He put his phone back in his pocket and tried to concentrate on Mr. Goldstein's low droning voice, but all he could hear was Wah wah wah wah wah, like in Charlie Brown. That wasn't that odd, though. Mr. Goldstein always sounded like that, but today it was particularly hard to pay attention to what he was saying.
The next picture came a half hour later, and this time the top button of Kurt's shirt was undone and Sam shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
what r u doign? he typed, holding his phone under the desk so the teacher wouldn't see.
I haven't a clue as to what you're referring, Sam.
He frowned, putting his phone away again as the bell rang.
Ten minutes and a quick stop to Ms. Pillsbury's office later, Sam was at the front of Kurt's second period classroom, making another delivery. Kurt's cheeks were noticeably redder this time as he accepted his rose, nodding his thanks to Sam, and Sam wasn't really sure if it was just the rose or the next picture he received a few minutes later.
Two buttons undone. A sliver of pale chest showed and Kurt was biting his lip softly. Sam's eyes widened as he looked it over, and his history teacher asked him if he was alright. "Yeah, I'm cool Ms. Sinn," he said, putting his phone away and nodding.
Ten minutes later, his phone was buzzing again and he tried to listen to that little voice in his head that told him not to look, but he had to. Kurt lay on his bed this time, sun filtering through the leaves outside his window and laying across his chest. Sam bit his lip as he identified a little pink nipple peeking out from the open shirt that was just hanging off his shoulders now. He shifted again in his seat, looking away from his phone and staring hard at the lines on the sheet of paper on his desk. After a long moment spent trying to calm the terrifying mixture of fear and excitement in his stomach, he tapped out another message.
stop
Why, sweetheart? Don't you like my Valentine's Day gift?
author: sbeiste aka tangerine
rating: r
characters/pairings: sam/kurt
disclaimer: i don't own, blah blah
warning: mild smut, slash, gooey fluffy icky-ness
author notes: just a little idea i had. happy valentine's day, everyone!
summary: sam and kurt send each other pictures for valentine's day, and they get dirtier as the day goes on.
Good morning, Sam.
Sam grinned, shielding his eyes from the sun coming in his window so he could see his phone. He blinked sleep out of his eyes as the picture of Kurt smiled at him from the screen.
mornign cutie ;) know wat day ti is?, he texted back. He thought for a minute and decided to snap a picture of himself. He looked at it, frowning, not sure how he'd ever be able to match Kurt's beauty. Somehow even early this morning his hair was in perfect order and his complexion was great and his eyes were bright. Sam looked like a rumpled puppy, with his hair sticking up in odd ways and gleaming in the sunlight. And he needed his roots fixed. Again. He bit his lip a minute before deciding to send it.
Oh, Sam, how nice to see your beautiful face this morning. Now get up and get ready for school, Valentine.
There was another picture attached, this one of Kurt laughing. Sam stared for a good minute, admiring the perfect lines in his boyfriend's face and the way the sunlight was hitting his eyes before he remembered to text back.
<3 cant wait 2 c u
His morning routine didn't take him long. He showered quickly and dressed, blowing out his hair because he wanted it to look perfect for Kurt today, brushing his teeth twice because he was sure to get some lip action for the Valentine's Day gift he'd picked out.
He made a stop at the florist on the way to school and when he got there he went straight to Ms. Pillsbury's office to leave the roses like she'd agreed to. He took one with him, his hand shaking slightly as he made his way to Kurt's first period class. The bell rang and he knew he'd be in trouble for being late to Algebra but he didn't much care. He cleared his throat and stepped into the classroom, catching the attention of Mrs. Butrey (and the rest of the class).
She smiled at him. "Sam, I'm pretty sure I don't have you until fifth period," she said. He nodded. "I know." He cleared his throat again and turned to face the rest of the class. "I have a delivery for Kurt Hummel."
He couldn't hold back his smile at the way Kurt's cheeks flushed as he stood and made his way to the front of the classroom. "Thank you, Sam," he said, taking the rose gently in his hands. Sam had to seriously fight the urge to kiss him. "They're from a secret admirer," he said instead, and left the classroom with a wink.
The grin on his face had already earned him a few strange looks by the time he took his seat in the back of Mr. Goldstein's algebra class. He was marked tardy and given a detention, but still he smiled. His phone buzzed in his pocket, interrupting his daydream. There was no message this time, only another picture of Kurt. Sam could tell he was still in his bedroom, so it must be from this morning. He had that smug smile on his face that always gave Sam a flipping feeling in his stomach. And his fingers were on the first button of his shirt.
Suddenly his lips felt dry and he could feel his cheeks growing warm. He put his phone back in his pocket and tried to concentrate on Mr. Goldstein's low droning voice, but all he could hear was Wah wah wah wah wah, like in Charlie Brown. That wasn't that odd, though. Mr. Goldstein always sounded like that, but today it was particularly hard to pay attention to what he was saying.
The next picture came a half hour later, and this time the top button of Kurt's shirt was undone and Sam shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
what r u doign? he typed, holding his phone under the desk so the teacher wouldn't see.
I haven't a clue as to what you're referring, Sam.
He frowned, putting his phone away again as the bell rang.
Ten minutes and a quick stop to Ms. Pillsbury's office later, Sam was at the front of Kurt's second period classroom, making another delivery. Kurt's cheeks were noticeably redder this time as he accepted his rose, nodding his thanks to Sam, and Sam wasn't really sure if it was just the rose or the next picture he received a few minutes later.
Two buttons undone. A sliver of pale chest showed and Kurt was biting his lip softly. Sam's eyes widened as he looked it over, and his history teacher asked him if he was alright. "Yeah, I'm cool Ms. Sinn," he said, putting his phone away and nodding.
Ten minutes later, his phone was buzzing again and he tried to listen to that little voice in his head that told him not to look, but he had to. Kurt lay on his bed this time, sun filtering through the leaves outside his window and laying across his chest. Sam bit his lip as he identified a little pink nipple peeking out from the open shirt that was just hanging off his shoulders now. He shifted again in his seat, looking away from his phone and staring hard at the lines on the sheet of paper on his desk. After a long moment spent trying to calm the terrifying mixture of fear and excitement in his stomach, he tapped out another message.
stop
Why, sweetheart? Don't you like my Valentine's Day gift?