sammie, 18 <3

i cry over these boys and these girls a lot

and ship some other things too

i love her a lot

i hate him a lot


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Blam fic, NC-17 

and then i picture blaine and sam in college

in their cheap ass apartment

snuggled up on the couch in their sweats

sam’s drawing a comic instead of doing his real art homework that he really should be doing so he can keep his scholarship

blaine’s wearing, nearly drowning in, sam’s oversized hoodie, curls all over the place…

“Wi-fi’s shit again,” Blaine groaned, shoving his laptop onto the couch in front of him.  He leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his knees and scrubbing his hands over his face.  One more hour.  That was all he had to ask.  One hour to let him finish his research paper.  But no, of course their apartment’s sporadic Internet connection had to short out right then.

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and then i picture blaine and sam in college

in their cheap ass apartment

snuggled up on the couch in their sweats

sam’s drawing a comic instead of doing his real art homework that he really should be doing so he can keep his scholarship

blaine’s wearing, nearly drowning in, sam’s oversized hoodie, curls all over the place…

“Wi-fi’s shit again,” Blaine groaned, shoving his laptop onto the couch in front of him.  He leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his knees and scrubbing his hands over his face.  One more hour.  That was all he had to ask.  One hour to let him finish his research paper.  But no, of course their apartment’s sporadic Internet connection had to short out right then.

“Yeah, heater’s out too,” Sam announced as he hung up the phone from where he had been talking to the landlord.  He moved out of the kitchen (or kitchenette, it was so tiny) and sat down on the back of the couch, hands coming up to rest on Blaine’s shoulders and knead the tense muscles.  “Besides, this is what you get for being a freak and actually doing your assignments early instead of procrastinating like the rest of us normal college students.”

He laughed at his own joke, but Blaine swatted his hands away, flipping open his laptop lid for one last check.  (No luck, of course.)  Blaine groaned in frustration once more, sinking back into the couch and letting Sam’s arms wrap around him again.

“I just really wanted to finish, okay?  And I was so close…I need to…” Blaine trailed off, mind going blank as Sam worked magic with his fingers.

“What you need,” Sam murmured, leaning down and kissing Blaine’s ear, “is a break.  And besides, the paper’s not getting written anyway,” he tacked on before Blaine could protest.  He kissed Blaine’s ear again, sucking on the earlobe before rolling it between his teeth.  Blaine moaned in appreciation, tilting his head ever so slightly to the side.

“So, what - ohh – what do you suggest we do?” he asked.  Sam hummed against his neck in thought, making Blaine shiver.

“Well…I guess since the heater’s out, we could find other ways to warm up?” Sam swung himself over the couch, standing in front of Blaine and grabbing his hands.  He pulled Blaine upward, wrapping his arms around him and latching onto his neck with his lips.

“You are so cheesy, oh my god,” Blaine laughed, even as Sam sucked on a sweet spot just below his ear that made him groan loudly.  He sucked in a shaky breath as Sam bit down gently, soothing over the mark with his tongue and sucking a little more.  Maybe he would have a hickey tomorrow.  He wouldn’t be surprised; for some reason, Sam loved “marking his territory.”  (Blaine couldn’t honestly say he minded.)

Sam trailed his kisses up to Blaine’s mouth, only touching his lips lightly despite Blaine’s whine of want.  “So is that a yes?” he whispered teasingly, pulling away from Blaine as the shorter man attempted to rise onto his toes and kiss him.  He stepped backward, aiming for the bedroom, and closely pulled Blaine along with him so that they were never more than a few inches apart.  His back hit the bedroom door, and before he could fumble for the doorknob Blaine pressed him against the wood, lips and tongue plundering Sam’s mouth. 

Sam groaned as Blaine’s tongue slid across his, tangling and wrestling with it as teeth clashed and lips bruised.  Sam sucked on Blaine’s tongue, causing Blaine to moan loudly into the kiss and rut against Sam.  He was nearly completely on his toes, trying to align their hips just right as he ground their clothed erections together.  Sam unclenched one hand from Blaine’s hoodie (well, Sam’s hoodie, actually) to grab Blaine’s ass and lift him up.  Without breaking the kiss, Blaine wrapped his legs around Sam’s waist, rolling his hips so that Sam could barely concentrate on opening the door behind them.

“Sam, please,” Blaine whined, biting down lightly on Sam’s lip and sucking.  Sam’s hand clenched on Blaine’s ass cheek, Blaine arching into the touch, but in their momentary distraction the doorknob turned under Sam’s hand.  As the door swung open, Sam lost his balance and the two boys toppled to the ground.

“Shit,” Sam groaned, breath knocked out of him.  Shifting, he could already get a sense of the bruise he would have on his ass in the morning.  He could feel Blaine laughing against his chest.  “Blaine!”

“Oh my god, Sammy, I’m so sorry,” Blaine managed to say through bouts of pitying laughter.  Sam swatted him on the ass, which only made him laugh harder.  “Are you okay?”  He shifted, straddling Sam, which only served to remind Sam of his still-raging hard-on.  “Do you want me to kiss it better?”

He leaned down and kissed Sam slowly, licking at his lips until they parted.  Sam let the kiss continue for a moment before pulling back.  “Babe, if there’s any ass-kissing tonight, it’s going to be me.”

His hands skimmed the bottom of Blaine’s hoodie, clenching in the hem and pulling upward.  Blaine sat up and lifted his arms, allowing Sam to tug off the hoodie and the t-shirt under it.  His skin was flushed with heat, and Sam noted how his nipples hardened from the sudden cold.  He leaned up, shifting Blaine lower on his lap, and licked at one of Blaine’s nipples as Blaine began tugging at his long-sleeved henley. 

The other boy paused momentarily, gasping as Sam rolled his nipple between his teeth.  One hand rose from where it gripped Sam’s shirt tightly to tangle in his hair, holding his head in place.  The other still yanked relentlessly at Sam’s shirt, successfully managing to ruck it up around Sam’s chest as Sam continued to lave at Blaine’s nipple.  He let out a whine and thrust his hips downward as Sam leaned back to pull his wrinkled shirt over his head.  Not a second after the shirt cleared Sam’s head and landed on the floor, Blaine pressed their bare chests together, pushing Sam flat to the ground in a heated kiss.  He rolled his hips against his boyfriend’s, groaning at the feel of Sam’s hard erection against his even through his sweats and Sam’s jeans.

“Baby,” Sam choked brokenly, cock straining underneath rough denim.  “God, baby, please.”  He grappled at Blaine’s back, his ass, reaching for something he couldn’t find, but Blaine knew exactly what he was asking for.  He always knew.  Sam sighed in relief as Blaine’s hands found Sam’s groin, deftly undoing the button and zipper before hooking his fingers in the belt loops and tugging.  Sam’s boxers caught in the slide of his jeans, leaving him completely naked on the floor, erect cock red and curling toward his stomach.  He reached for Blaine’s sweats to return the favor, but Blaine gave him a swift kiss and crawled over to the nightstand before his hands even made contact.  Sam felt a slight twinge of disappointment, but couldn’t care too much with the new view his boyfriend provided him.

Blaine rose to his knees in front of the drawer, rummaging inside for lube and a condom.  As soon as his hand made contact with the plastic bottle, he heard a soft moan behind him and turned to find Sam stroking his hard cock, blatantly staring at Blaine’s ass.  This made him laugh, though he blushed at the attention.

“Like that?” he asked, even though he knew full well Sam had a huge thing for his ass.  Blaine bent over the drawer just that little bit more, eliciting an even louder moan from his boyfriend.  He could have sworn he heard a choked off ‘tease,’ but ignored it as he moved back over to straddle his boyfriend, lube in one hand and condom in the other.

Sam’s hands immediately flew to his sweats, wasting no time in tugging them down and off his body.  He immediately repeated the motion with Blaine’s boxers, tossing them to the side carelessly and allowing both men to finally feel the relief of being completely naked, lying together chests to knees.  Blaine sighed contently, burying his face in Sam’s neck and pressing the bottle of lube into his hand, ready to relinquish control.

He heard the pop of plastic as he began grinding against Sam, the pressure so pleasant he felt almost drugged and he couldn’t get enough.  Sam fumbled with the bottle, dropping it at least once as he tried to focus.  Blaine imagined concentration was rather difficult at this point, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.  Sam finally managed to slick up his fingers despite his boyfriend’s movements and pressed one against Blaine’s hole.

“Ready, baby?” he whispered in Blaine’s ear.  Blaine whimpered and nodded against Sam’s neck, never stopping the roll of his hips.

Sam pressed his finger more firmly against Blaine’s ass, but didn’t push in.  “What do you need to say?”

“P-please, Sam, oh god, please,” Blaine cried, arching into Sam’s touch.  “Fuck me, oh my god, please- ah!” he gasped as Sam swiftly pressed one finger inside of him.  He thrust in and out, but Blaine was so ready, he needed Sam now, just god

Sam pressed another finger along side the first, grinning at Blaine’s desperation.  “That’s right baby, fuck yourself on my fingers, you’re so,” he groaned as Blaine’s rutting hit him just right, “so eager, so fucking perfect.”  He stilled Blaine’s hips with his free hand for a moment as he added a third finger.  He felt Blaine’s breathing stop as he pushed in his fingers to the third knuckle, stretching his boyfriend as best he could (though it wasn’t difficult; Blaine’s ass was made for this, and if that wasn’t enough, the amount of sex they had frequently surely helped). 

It wasn’t long before Blaine began pushing himself back on Sam’s fingers, cock still rubbing against Sam’s as he took nearly all of the work.  Sam took the moment to enjoy the pleasure, but he noticed the hitching in Blaine’s voice, the little “uh, uh, uh’s” that signaled his impending orgasm.  Sam pulled out his fingers completely, earning himself a loud “Sam!” of protest, which he ignored.  Instead, he gently encouraged Blaine to sit back on his heels and slid his legs from under his boyfriend, stretching to stand.

“You’re not coming without me inside of you,” he insisted as he pulled Blaine up with him, “but if we keep doing it on this shitty carpet, one of us is going to wind up with carpet burn.”

Blaine took the hint, immediately scrambling to lie on the bed.  He handed Sam the condom packet, noticing it was a little crinkled from his tense grip.  He waited in anticipation as he watched Sam roll on the condom and slick his cock up with lube.  He finally crawled onto the bed with Blaine, pressing his knees apart so he could lie in the cradle of his legs.  Blaine hooked his ankles around Sam’s waist, sighing as he felt the head of Sam’s hard cock press against his hole.  Sam didn’t press in, but instead captured Blaine’s lips in a gentle kiss, a surprising contrast to their frantic energy. 

Sam broke the tender kiss, resting his forehead against Blaine’s momentarily.  Blaine searched his eyes and saw only warmth.  “You okay?”

Sam smiled widely.  “I just…love you.  A lot.”

Blaine laughed and returned the grin, kissing his boyfriend’s nose.  “I love you too, Sammy.  Now, do you think maybe you could…” All breath left him as Sam pressed inside, filling him completely to Sam’s hips.  Blaine clenched his fingers against Sam’s back as he began to rock, digging in his nails hard enough to leave lasting marks.

He heard Sam’s quiet groaning in his ear, his chants of “Christ, love you, so perfect, Blaine,” but it was muted by the sound of blood rushing in his ears and his own moans of pleasure as Sam quickened the pace, grabbing Blaine’s ass to help match the roll of his hips.   Blaine dragged one hand up to Sam’s sweat-slicked hair, running his fingers through it as he pressed kisses all over Sam’s face.  Sam caught his lips in a kiss just as he angled his thrust to rub directly against Blaine’s prostate, nearly setting Blaine off then and there.

“You close?” Sam whispered against his lips as an answer to Blaine’s loud groan.  Blaine nodded frantically, prying Sam’s lips back open with his tongue.  As their tongues danced together, Sam snaked a hand between them, jerking Blaine off in time with his thrusts.  Blaine whined, giving up on fully kissing Sam and instead letting go to the constant shock of pleasure in his cock, in his ass.

A few twists of Sam’s wrist around the head of his cock and Blaine was coming with a shout, shooting hot, white fluid between their chests and clenching down on Sam’s cock.  The pressure was almost too much for Sam, who fucked Blaine through his orgasm, but held on to his own until Blaine reached the point of near-oversensitivity.  Blaine’s cries, high off orgasm but still feeling pleasure almost painful, pulled Sam’s own orgasm out of him.  He thrust hard, then froze into Blaine’s shaking body, filling the condom with his come.

Blaine, still gasping for breath, caught Sam as he collapsed against him, stroking his back lovingly and kissing his forehead and cheeks until he came back to himself.  “You know, I’m probably going to have a bruised ass tomorrow,” he finally heard Sam groan.  He laughed as Sam pulled out and rolled off of him, removing the condom and tying it off, tossing it across the room into the tiny (but handy) trash can.  The condom sank into the trash can cleanly, causing Sam to throw up his fists and let out a half-hearted, yet triumphant whoop.  Blaine laughed at his boyfriend, tucking himself into Sam’s side as Sam draped an arm around him.

“And I was right, wasn’t I?  Aren’t you glad you took a break?” Sam joked, kissing Blaine’s nose.  Blaine smiled sleepily.

“Yes, extremely glad, but tomorrow I’m marrying myself to that computer and not even talking to you.”  Blaine nuzzled himself even closer to his boyfriend, ignoring his cry of protest.  “Don’t worry, you’ll probably spend all day icing your ass anyway,” he finished just before he drifted off to sleep.


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Blaine, a prince, has just turned 16/17/18 and will soon be coronated.  He understands his responsibility and the honor that will come with being king, but he feels everyone wants him to be perfect and is buckling under pressure.  To relieve pressure of constant duties, he disguises himself as a commoner and roams the streets of his kingdom.  He finds Sam playing his guitar on a street corner for money and is instantly attracted to him (not romantically or sexually, that he realizes yet.)  He gives Sam a few coins and is entranced by Sam’s smile.  He is tempted to stay and chat, but moves on.  Soon, he is assaulted by thieves who attempt to take his money, but Sam appears out of no where and rescues him.  Blaine thanks him, and Sam offers to walk him home.  Sam and Blaine walk to the gardener’s shed outside the castle, and Blaine lets him believe that’s where he lives.

Blaine begins disguising himself as poor and meeting Sam outside the castle.  They become close friends, though Blaine realizes he feels more for Sam.  Pressures begin at home for Blaine to find a wife to bear children with.  Blaine resists, because he knows he is gay (he had an affair with Kurt before), but he is not out to his parents yet.  Sam, too, is feeling pressured about getting married soon, and he doesn’t want to, though he’s not as sure why.  He says if he had to choose, he would marry Quinn Fabray, but she is frowned upon because she already has a child.  He and Blaine grow closer, and amidst suspicions of similar reasons as to why Sam doesn’t want to marry any girl he knows, Blaine kisses him.  It finally clicks for Sam, though still leaves him confused, because he does find himself attracted to girls (?).

Blaine is introduced to Princess Rachel Berry from the next kingdom over, and the intent from both of their parents is clear: they are to marry.  Blaine attempts to get to know her better, and she seems just as reluctant as he is.  She’s already been torn back and forth between three men, and she still seems to be hiding something about love.  Blaine pities her, because he doesn’t want to marry if it means they aren’t in love either.  They do make hesitant friends over this.

Sam and Blaine continue to meet, with Blaine in disguise.  They grow closer romantically.  Sam begins to complain to Blaine about problems in the kingdom, expecting Blaine to know what’s going on, but Blaine has never heard of this issues before, or he had assumed they were resolved.  At first he defends the laws made by the royalty, but he begins to realize how much people are really in need and hurting.  Once Sam tells Blaine how badly his family is doing, how his dad “lost his job” their food and shelter has been taken from them (not like Blaine can’t notice how much thinner Sam keeps getting [he constantly brings food from the castle and Sam wonders where he gets it but tries not to question it]) Blaine marches to his dad and demands something gets changed.  He won’t stop pushing until his dad issues a new law that provides for those living in severe poverty.  He returns to Sam, who is rejoicing, and hesitantly announces he was the one to change things, because he is the prince.  Sam isn’t sure how to feel about this; he doesn’t like that Blaine lied to him, but he does start treating Blaine differently, which is what Blaine feared.  Blaine continues to treat Sam the same, which eventually helps Sam relax.

Blaine’s father approaches Blaine about marriage, and the potential one with Rachel.  Blaine tells him that he doesn’t want to marry if he doesn’t love who he’s marrying, which upsets his father.  His father tells him he better learn to love Rachel (or another princess), and Blaine tells him that won’t happen.  He comes out to his father, telling him he’s in love with Sam.  King Anderson accepts that well enough, but still insists that Blaine marry someone to have children with.  He informs Blaine he will arrange a marriage with Rachel and leaves.  Blaine relays the news to Sam.  Sam is stuck in a similar boat, and tells Blaine he thinks he should propose to Quinn soon, to please his parents.  They feel depressed, but resigned to their fates.

Rachel moves to Blaine’s castle, and they try being friends, since they are both basically thrown together against their will.  Blaine and Sam try avoiding each other, because they don’t think they’ll have a future together.  But Blaine walks in on Rachel kissing Quinn, her maid, and realizes they are in a very similar boat.  He comes up with the idea to let Sam work in the castle so he and Quinn are able to be closer to him and Rachel.  He goes back to the garden shed at the normal time to tell Sam the news, but he isn’t there.

Blaine summons Sam directly to the castle and requests he be made a servant of some kind [stable boy].  His father questions his motives, and Blaine comes up with a story of Sam protecting him from harm.  Sam has no idea what’s going on, but accepts his new job (not like he has a choice.)  Sam pulls him aside after and questions, and Blaine explains everything.  Sam wonders if he will ever see his family again, which makes Blaine temporarily regret his decision, but he assures Sam he will be allowed to see his family whenever he likes.  To him, this means they will get to see each other more often, be able to hide in the nooks of the castle, be able to do activities like archery and riding together, and be able to be more intimate.  The latter is demonstrated instantly as Sam and Blaine kiss and it escalates.  Sam lifts Blaine up and holds him against a wall and they rut against each other until Blaine remembers he can’t taint his clothes.  He asks Sam to come to his room later that night.  He does, and they have sex for the first time.

Everything goes well for both relationships for a while, but the impending marriage is still looming.  It worries both Quinn and Sam that something is about to change, something big.  Blaine and Sam do manage to sneak away a lot, but Blaine is more tied down than he expected because of wedding plans and fittings and lessons, etc.  Finally the day comes.  Sam and Quinn are allowed to attend the wedding as servants, though Sam cannot see Blaine before the wedding [Quinn can].  The wedding goes smoothly and quickly.  [Research to see if objections were considered then] If so, the church rings silent; Blaine had had the tiniest hope that maybe Sam would say something, but he doesn’t.  The reception is boring.  Blaine dances with Rachel and a few other girls, but eventually he manages to escape for a few minutes to the gardens.  Sam meets him there, and they tearfully talk about how they wish it could have been them instead.  Sam asks Blaine to dance.  They cling to each other, not doing anything formal, just holding each other in their arms.  That night, Blaine consummates his marriage with Rachel.  He has difficulty becoming aroused, and imagines Sam instead, calling out his name when he comes.  Rachel doesn’t come at all, just rolls over and goes to sleep.  Blaine wonders if maybe she was imagining Quinn.

Blaine gets even less time off between lessons for becoming king and public appearances with Rachel.  His special times in the day are those where he is able to sneak off with Sam, ride the horses, shoot for game.  These are the few times where they can be intimate, though Blaine and Rachel have their own rooms and should be able to sneak Sam and Quinn in there whenever possible (which Rachel takes advantage of).  Sam finds himself tiring of sneaking around, but Blaine doesn’t know what else he can do.

Rachel discovers she is pregnant.  Sam becomes jealous, especially after seeing how well Blaine interacts with Beth.  Not long after, a rift comes between Blaine’s kingdom and another, calling for war.  As prince, Blaine is expected to fight (?) with protection.  Without Blaine’s knowledge, Sam volunteers himself to be a warrior to protect his brother.  Quinn comes to Blaine with the idea that they fake Rachel’s death in childbirth so she and Rachel can run away together with Beth, leaving the baby to be raised by Blaine and Sam the same way Rachel was raised by her two fathers (this is news to Blaine.)  Blaine and Sam train together and fight, Blaine asking Sam to back out because of the new plan but Sam refusing.  Sam wants to feel like maybe he is worth something and needs to protect Stevie as well as he can.  Eventually they go to battle together, which takes a few days.  Blaine gets word that Rachel has gone into labor.

The battle goes on for three days, many men from both sides dying.  Blaine and Sam are still tense around each other, but they still try to show each other that they love each other in any way they can. On the third day, Sam becomes very injured after he tries to rescue Stevie, who doesn’t live.  Blaine breaks his stance for a moment, trying to tend to Sam, but he must continue fighting.  Sam is dragged off the field without Blaine knowing whether he is dead or alive.  Blaine continues fighting, and eventually [kills the other leader or the other leader surrenders].  Blaine tries to visit Sam as quickly as possible, but he is not allowed because he has to lead his army back home.

Sam lives.  Blaine visits him and Rachel in the hospital wing, where Quinn is acting as nurse to both.  He meets his son, and learns that Quinn and Rachel are executing their plan soon.  He wishes them luck.  As Sam wakes up, Blaine assures him that everything is okay and that their future is bright.  Sam holds their son for the first time as well.

Epilogue:  Blaine and Sam sneak off to the garden shed and have their own marriage ceremony.


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