Four Times Sam Gave In and One Time He Fell in Love
Title: Four Times Sam Gave In and One Time He Fell in Love
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Sam/Finn, Sam/Artie, Sam/Puck, Sam/Mike, sort-of Sam/Kurt; also, implied Finn/Rachel and Kurt/Puck.
A/N: One episode, and I've turned Sam into the fandom bicycle. It's not my fault he's so pretty!
Cut text from "Role of a Lifetime" from Bare: A Pop Opera.
1. Finn
"Hey, Sam. My name's Finn, this here's Artie."
"I know who you are, you're the- the quarterback."
"Exactly! Which makes me very cool. And we'd like to talk to you about Glee club."
Finn's not quite sure how he ends up beneath the bleachers with Sam kneeling between his legs, tugging eagerly at his jeans, but he's not exactly complaining, either.
Especially when the blonde licks a stripe down his cock and then takes him in to the back of his throat, drawing a strangled noise from somewhere deep within Finn's chest as his head falls back against the cool metal.
He feels a little bit guilty, thanks to the minuscule part of his brain that's still managing to function properly, but, I mean, come on, he thinks. I'm a guy. I have needs. And it's not like Rachel's gonna be doing this for me anytime s- oh, fuck. Rachel.
And not even the mailman can pull him back from the edge as Sam does that thing with his tongue, and Finn barely has time to tug on his hair and choke out a warning before he's coming hard enough to see stars.
Sam swallows it all.
Of course he does, Finn thinks as he pulls his pants back up and Sam gets to his feet, wiping his mouth- that huge mouth- on the back of his hand.
"So, where do I sign up?" he asks brightly, and it's as though nothing's happened.
Yeah, okay. Finn likes this guy.
2. Artie
Noting the disappointment on Artie's face when Beiste tells him and Finn to get out, Sam corners him after school the next day.
"Hey, man. That was, um, really harsh, what Beiste said to you yesterday..."
Artie brushes him off with a shrug, but Sam can tell he's still hurting. "I should've expected it. I mean, what football coach in their right mind would want a kid in a wheelchair on their team? Especially if they want to win."
Unsure of how to respond- because, really, how does he disagree with that?- Sam asks, "Why did you want to try out, anyway? You said something about your girlfriend...?"
"Yeah. Tina." Artie's face falls a little more, and Sam is starting to think this conversation might have been a bad idea. "Well, ex-girlfriend, I guess...I was just hoping this would be a way to win her back. But she obviously wants somebody who isn't...who isn't broken."
Sam knows it's not the right thing to ask, especially not when the guy is pouring his guts out like this, but he just can't help himself-
"Well, does everything- y'know- work?"
Artie cracks a grin, and Sam breathes a silent sigh of relief. "Yeah, yeah, all the important stuff still, uh, functions," and then another shadow passes over his face as he looks up at Sam, despairing. "But I've never done anything...with anyone," he confesses in a conspiratorial whisper. "How do I know if I'm even any good?"
Sam swallows. He knows where this is going, and he knows it's a bad idea, because it's always a bad idea, but-
"I could, um...give you a hand, if you like?"
He can see the all-too-familiar flash of lust in Artie's gaze but takes a step closer anyway, his brain screaming at him to stop before this goes too far as his body tells him you're already too far gone; might as well take it all the way.
"I think I'd like that," Artie responds with a confidence he doesn't quite feel, wheeling himself just the slightest bit closer to the blonde, curious and wanting.
It's only seconds before self-control becomes a distant memory.
3. Puck
Puck can't explain it. He hasn't had a wet dream in ages, and suddenly this Sam kid waltzes in and sings that fucking song like an angel or some shit and now he's changing the sheets every morning?
Not cool.
It freaks him out a little bit at first, but it's not like this is the first time he's felt this way about a guy. Kurt's been the subject of more of his fantasies than he'd ever admit- but, hell, he's practically a girl anyway- but there's something different about Sam. Something Puck wants that he sure as hell isn't going to get with any girl.
And Puck always gets what he wants.
So it's not exactly a surprise when Sam ends up in his bed, sweat and moans mingling as they rut against one another, hands touching every bit of skin they can reach.
It's a bit more of a surprise when Sam's buried balls deep in Puck, coming with a bitten-off groan and then slipping underneath the covers to finish Puck off.
Courteous. Puck respects that in a guy.
"Knew we'd find a use for that big mouth of yours," he remarks with a grin as Sam emerges from beneath the sheets, lips redder than ever. Puck runs a thumb over his bottom teeth and then leans in to trace its path with his tongue, moaning at the lingering taste of his own come in Sam's mouth.
As they collapse beside one another, spent, Puck glances over at Sam once more, wrapping a lock of blonde hair around his finger as he tells him, "By the way, dude, your voice fucking rocks."
Sam's smile is blinding in return.
4. Mike
Mike offers to help Sam with his dance moves.
Sam ends up pressed against the wall of the choir room with Mike's tongue down his throat and his hand down Mike's pants.
Neither of them has much to say afterward.
5. Kurt
Then there's the day Sam walks into the men's room to find Kurt crying at one of the sinks, face red and eyes shining with unshed tears as he takes a shuddering breath in an unsuccessful attempt to calm himself.
Ducking into one of the stalls, Sam emerges a moment later with a handful of toilet paper, offering it up to Kurt with a reassuring smile. Kurt barely looks at him as he accepts it, muttering something about how the texture is hell on his complexion as he blots at his eyes with a few more tearful gasps.
Sam shrugs, figuring he's done what he can, and does what he came into the bathroom to do in the first place. He's washing his hands when he feels Kurt's eyes on him, and he turns to meet the other boy's gaze with raised eyebrows.
Kurt's eyes are still red, cheeks flushed, but he's breathing more normally as he murmurs, "Um...thanks." The tension between them is palpable; they're in Glee together, but they've never really spoken much outside the club. Sam imagines that has something to do with Kurt's general mistrust of football players, and his suspicions are confirmed when Kurt continues, "It's just, Karofsky and..."
Sam cuts him off with a wave of his hand, sending droplets of water flying as he assures Kurt, "No, I get it. Look, I can try telling them to lay off you a bit, if you think that might help?" Because he may be the new kid still trying to find his place at McKinley, but some things just aren't right and, well, if he doesn't try to fix them, who will?
Kurt just smiles sadly and shakes his head, though, responding, "It'd probably only make things worse, but...thanks for the offer." And the look he gives Sam is genuinely appreciative, vulnerable and broken but at the same time determined, and for a split second Sam wishes he had that same courage, to stand up and defend himself, to be honest about who he is and-
No. He can't.
But he also won't let himself drag Kurt down there with him. He entertains the thought for a moment- dragging Kurt into one of those stalls, biting those perfectly pouting lips and sinking to his knees; imagining the way Kurt's blue eyes would look, blown with desire, the noises he'd make-
But Kurt isn't like the others. Sam can't fuck him and leave him, hide behind hormones and the fear of discovery like he has with the rest; Kurt deserves more, better, and the strength of that conviction scares Sam a little. He won't let himself give it a name- can't afford to recognize it for what it truly is- so he settles instead on a smile that Kurt returns in spades as he passes by with a soft, "Thanks again."
And for now, that's enough.
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Sam/Finn, Sam/Artie, Sam/Puck, Sam/Mike, sort-of Sam/Kurt; also, implied Finn/Rachel and Kurt/Puck.
A/N: One episode, and I've turned Sam into the fandom bicycle. It's not my fault he's so pretty!
Cut text from "Role of a Lifetime" from Bare: A Pop Opera.
1. Finn
"Hey, Sam. My name's Finn, this here's Artie."
"I know who you are, you're the- the quarterback."
"Exactly! Which makes me very cool. And we'd like to talk to you about Glee club."
Finn's not quite sure how he ends up beneath the bleachers with Sam kneeling between his legs, tugging eagerly at his jeans, but he's not exactly complaining, either.
Especially when the blonde licks a stripe down his cock and then takes him in to the back of his throat, drawing a strangled noise from somewhere deep within Finn's chest as his head falls back against the cool metal.
He feels a little bit guilty, thanks to the minuscule part of his brain that's still managing to function properly, but, I mean, come on, he thinks. I'm a guy. I have needs. And it's not like Rachel's gonna be doing this for me anytime s- oh, fuck. Rachel.
And not even the mailman can pull him back from the edge as Sam does that thing with his tongue, and Finn barely has time to tug on his hair and choke out a warning before he's coming hard enough to see stars.
Sam swallows it all.
Of course he does, Finn thinks as he pulls his pants back up and Sam gets to his feet, wiping his mouth- that huge mouth- on the back of his hand.
"So, where do I sign up?" he asks brightly, and it's as though nothing's happened.
Yeah, okay. Finn likes this guy.
2. Artie
Noting the disappointment on Artie's face when Beiste tells him and Finn to get out, Sam corners him after school the next day.
"Hey, man. That was, um, really harsh, what Beiste said to you yesterday..."
Artie brushes him off with a shrug, but Sam can tell he's still hurting. "I should've expected it. I mean, what football coach in their right mind would want a kid in a wheelchair on their team? Especially if they want to win."
Unsure of how to respond- because, really, how does he disagree with that?- Sam asks, "Why did you want to try out, anyway? You said something about your girlfriend...?"
"Yeah. Tina." Artie's face falls a little more, and Sam is starting to think this conversation might have been a bad idea. "Well, ex-girlfriend, I guess...I was just hoping this would be a way to win her back. But she obviously wants somebody who isn't...who isn't broken."
Sam knows it's not the right thing to ask, especially not when the guy is pouring his guts out like this, but he just can't help himself-
"Well, does everything- y'know- work?"
Artie cracks a grin, and Sam breathes a silent sigh of relief. "Yeah, yeah, all the important stuff still, uh, functions," and then another shadow passes over his face as he looks up at Sam, despairing. "But I've never done anything...with anyone," he confesses in a conspiratorial whisper. "How do I know if I'm even any good?"
Sam swallows. He knows where this is going, and he knows it's a bad idea, because it's always a bad idea, but-
"I could, um...give you a hand, if you like?"
He can see the all-too-familiar flash of lust in Artie's gaze but takes a step closer anyway, his brain screaming at him to stop before this goes too far as his body tells him you're already too far gone; might as well take it all the way.
"I think I'd like that," Artie responds with a confidence he doesn't quite feel, wheeling himself just the slightest bit closer to the blonde, curious and wanting.
It's only seconds before self-control becomes a distant memory.
3. Puck
Puck can't explain it. He hasn't had a wet dream in ages, and suddenly this Sam kid waltzes in and sings that fucking song like an angel or some shit and now he's changing the sheets every morning?
Not cool.
It freaks him out a little bit at first, but it's not like this is the first time he's felt this way about a guy. Kurt's been the subject of more of his fantasies than he'd ever admit- but, hell, he's practically a girl anyway- but there's something different about Sam. Something Puck wants that he sure as hell isn't going to get with any girl.
And Puck always gets what he wants.
So it's not exactly a surprise when Sam ends up in his bed, sweat and moans mingling as they rut against one another, hands touching every bit of skin they can reach.
It's a bit more of a surprise when Sam's buried balls deep in Puck, coming with a bitten-off groan and then slipping underneath the covers to finish Puck off.
Courteous. Puck respects that in a guy.
"Knew we'd find a use for that big mouth of yours," he remarks with a grin as Sam emerges from beneath the sheets, lips redder than ever. Puck runs a thumb over his bottom teeth and then leans in to trace its path with his tongue, moaning at the lingering taste of his own come in Sam's mouth.
As they collapse beside one another, spent, Puck glances over at Sam once more, wrapping a lock of blonde hair around his finger as he tells him, "By the way, dude, your voice fucking rocks."
Sam's smile is blinding in return.
4. Mike
Mike offers to help Sam with his dance moves.
Sam ends up pressed against the wall of the choir room with Mike's tongue down his throat and his hand down Mike's pants.
Neither of them has much to say afterward.
5. Kurt
Then there's the day Sam walks into the men's room to find Kurt crying at one of the sinks, face red and eyes shining with unshed tears as he takes a shuddering breath in an unsuccessful attempt to calm himself.
Ducking into one of the stalls, Sam emerges a moment later with a handful of toilet paper, offering it up to Kurt with a reassuring smile. Kurt barely looks at him as he accepts it, muttering something about how the texture is hell on his complexion as he blots at his eyes with a few more tearful gasps.
Sam shrugs, figuring he's done what he can, and does what he came into the bathroom to do in the first place. He's washing his hands when he feels Kurt's eyes on him, and he turns to meet the other boy's gaze with raised eyebrows.
Kurt's eyes are still red, cheeks flushed, but he's breathing more normally as he murmurs, "Um...thanks." The tension between them is palpable; they're in Glee together, but they've never really spoken much outside the club. Sam imagines that has something to do with Kurt's general mistrust of football players, and his suspicions are confirmed when Kurt continues, "It's just, Karofsky and..."
Sam cuts him off with a wave of his hand, sending droplets of water flying as he assures Kurt, "No, I get it. Look, I can try telling them to lay off you a bit, if you think that might help?" Because he may be the new kid still trying to find his place at McKinley, but some things just aren't right and, well, if he doesn't try to fix them, who will?
Kurt just smiles sadly and shakes his head, though, responding, "It'd probably only make things worse, but...thanks for the offer." And the look he gives Sam is genuinely appreciative, vulnerable and broken but at the same time determined, and for a split second Sam wishes he had that same courage, to stand up and defend himself, to be honest about who he is and-
No. He can't.
But he also won't let himself drag Kurt down there with him. He entertains the thought for a moment- dragging Kurt into one of those stalls, biting those perfectly pouting lips and sinking to his knees; imagining the way Kurt's blue eyes would look, blown with desire, the noises he'd make-
But Kurt isn't like the others. Sam can't fuck him and leave him, hide behind hormones and the fear of discovery like he has with the rest; Kurt deserves more, better, and the strength of that conviction scares Sam a little. He won't let himself give it a name- can't afford to recognize it for what it truly is- so he settles instead on a smile that Kurt returns in spades as he passes by with a soft, "Thanks again."
And for now, that's enough.