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[Fic] Given the Opportunity (4/4)
Given the Opportunity (4/4)
Kurt/Blaine + Sam | MA/NC-17 | Erotica/Drama, PWP-ish | sex, language, threesome, mild kink, bisexual!Sam, Timeline? What timeline? blowjobs, rimming, 69'ing, orgasm delay, sex marathon | canon inspired AU future fic | Two years after Will and Emma’s wedding that wasn’t, Kurt and Blaine return to Lima in February to celebrate another High School friend’s wedding. Sam catches up with them there and it becomes clear that Sam, after a string of heartbreaks and dashed hopes for a reunion with Mercedes, could use the help of his friends. Or Bros help bros hook up at weddings where there are too damn many ex girlfriends. | 20,150 words
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4.
Kurt needs a minute. He also still has an empty, but used condom clinging to his dick. Sam settles down beside Blaine, Blaine, wrung out, rolls near, nuzzles clumsily at Sam's chest, and says, "Thank you." Kurt takes a moment to look at them, tries to understand the specific nature of the pang in his heart as he does—it's warm and good, but more than what he's expected, sharper maybe—before he excuses himself to the bathroom.
The door snaps shut behind Kurt and the fluorescent bar of light over the sink stutters and pops as it comes on. It hums to itself as Kurt washes his hands in the dull faux-marble sink. He disposes of the condom, grabs a washcloth to clean any lingering taste of latex from himself, and then washes his hands again.
So, Sam wants something, but he doesn't know what. Kurt's unsure if that means Sam doesn't know, or whether it means Sam is nervous about articulating a desire and wants them to push him a little bit. Kurt doesn't even know if that's how Sam works. Until today, they'd never talked about sex much with each other, not the details of it anyway.
But when they'd talked by the bar, Kurt had flat out asked him, "How do you feel about anal?" It wasn't something to be coy about, nor something about which Kurt wanted to guess.
"Doing or being done?" Sam had countered, without any overt sign of especial perturbation.
That made Kurt laugh in happy surprise. "Both? Either?"
"I'd like to do, definitely. You know, if that's on the table, with one of you guys."
Kurt had blinked and flushed warm. "Okay, uh, probably," he said. "Me or Blaine?"
"Oh," Sam had looked down with raised eyebrows and reddened cheeks. "Wow, um."
"Blaine?" Kurt guessed.
Sam looked up with something new bared in his gaze, a nervous kind of anticipation. "Yeah. If he wanted that and you were cool with it and--"
"I am," Kurt said, swallowing down the rapid beat of his own heart, "definitely cool with that." He didn't tell Sam that Blaine would almost certainly want that. Blaine could speak for himself if it came to it. "And... being done?"
Sam tilted his head and wrinkled his nose. "That? I don't know."
"So you've never...?" Kurt asked.
Sam shook his head. "I've never been with a guy before."
"Well, that doesn't mean-- I didn't want to assume. But not even solo?"
"Not really?"
"That's fine," Kurt said quickly, didn't let himself wonder about what may be included within the possible boundaries of 'not really'. "No pressure, okay? If you're not interested. I just wanted to be clear about what you wanted from this experience."
(This experience? How had he managed to sound so clinical about it?)
Turns out it wasn't as clear as he'd thought at the time. He had jumped to the assumption that Sam's 'I don't know' (with accompanying facial expression of reservation) meant, basically, a polite 'no'. Maybe it actually meant he's curious but uncertain. Perhaps he wishes to be persuaded, or just given more information with which to make a decision. Nerves are reasonable; Kurt understands that. He doubts it matters who you are, taking a dick in your ass requires trust and comfort, especially for the first time. But he still doesn't want to assume, and he doesn't like that he already may've.
(Which brings to mind, unfortunately enough, his father telling him as a child, "Never assume, it makes an ass out of you and me." And Kurt can't not smile at that, since tonight there is literal ass involved.)
There's a soft rap on the door. "Kurt?" comes Blaine's voice, "May I come in?"
Kurt reaches over and opens the door, and Blaine slips inside. "Hey," he says. "I just wanted to wash up a little, too, before round... What is it? Two or three?"
"Two and two-thirds?" Kurt steps back and leans against the shower door, lets his gaze roam between Blaine and Blaine's reflection in the mirror.
Blaine laughs and reaches for a fresh washcloth, runs the water until it's warm.
Kurt watches Blaine sweep the cloth over his chest and belly; he entertains, briefly, the idea of bending Blaine over the sink. He'll still be relaxed and slick enough, and Kurt is still hard and wanting. It'd be so easy to just sink inside. Kurt closes his eyes as the pulse of blood in his cock strengthens. He folds his arms across his chest and leaves off the fantasy; they still have a guest and other fantasies to fulfill. Sam may want him. Kurt opens his eyes and asks Blaine, "You're doing all right?"
"I am." Blaine's smile tells Kurt everything he needs to know.
"Sam?"
"Yeah, he's great," Blaine says. "You?"
"Mmm, I'm fine," Kurt says. "A little hungry, actually. Might order a pizza after."
"Post-sex pizza is the best pizza."
Kurt smiles and steps forward, reaches to touch Blaine's shoulder, meets his eyes in the mirror. "Do you think Sam wants, um, one of us to..." Kurt lets out his anxiety in a heavy breath.
"Fuck him?" Blaine asks.
"Yes," Kurt says. "He wasn't clear on that with me earlier. I assumed he didn't but--"
"He might," Blaine says. "He's not averse to the idea, anyway. I think he's curious."
"That's not the same as wanting it. And you don't know for sure? You never talked about that kind of thing with him? Along with the tearful memories of my elite blowjob skills or....?"
With a laugh, Blaine shrugs. "We've talked about it, but more in the abstract? He asked me once if it's good on the receiving end, and I told him I liked it. He wasn't weird about it—even said he was glad, because he didn't like the thought of whoever was taking it not enjoying himself, but he never specifically said he wanted to try it."
"Okay." Kurt blows his next breath up at his bangs. "Well, this is awkward."
They're quiet for a moment. "Do you want to?" Blaine asks. "Fuck him?"
"Don't you?"
Blaine turns, pulls Kurt against him and lifts a drooping lock of hair from Kurt's forehead with his fingertip. "I'm feeling so spoiled tonight," Blaine says, low and soft. "Like I'm getting everything I want."
There's an unspoken tail to the thought, so Kurt prompts, "And?"
"And," Blaine drawls the syllable into seduction, deep and dark in his gaze, and vivid in the brush of his lips against Kurt's cheek "If I'm going to get everything I want tonight," Blaine murmurs near Kurt's ear, "then it would be fucking incredible to watch my super hot fiance nail my super hot best friend."
"Oh god, when you put it that way..." Kurt mumbles. Closes his eyes, takes a breath. "Okay, but only if Sam wants it."
"If he wants it," Blaine affirms, and then he pulls back and tilts his head. "And if you're sure you do too."
Kurt swallows. "God, you know what? I really do," he confesses, and he tangles his fingers with Blaine's. "If you're here with me."
"I am." Blaine's smile encourages. "Let's go find out how he feels about it."
#
"Hey," Sam says. He's sprawled in the center of the bed, one leg akimbo, the other stretched out straight; one hand flung above his head upon the pillow, and the other loosely stroking his cock. His hair's a sexy mess, his eyes are open and clear. He looks like an underwear ad, but without the underwear. "Were you talking about me?" he asks with nothing more fraught than eager curiosity and a smile. "Making plans?"
Kurt bites into his smile, answers with a soft hum of affirmation, while Blaine releases Kurt's hand with a squeeze and crawls onto the bed beside Sam. "We were wondering," Blaine begins. He bows his head and presses his mouth to Sam's shoulder, reaches with his hand to push it under the one Sam's got lazily roaming over his cock. "If," Blaine continues, moving toward Sam's neck and giving Sam's cock a slow petting stroke. "You were curious about--"
"Trying out some butt stuff?" Sam interrupts.
With an amused huff, Blaine lifts his head. "Not how I was going to phrase it, but yeah."
"If you're interested. We'll take it slow," Kurt says, sitting down near the foot of the bed. He rests his hand on one of Sam's ankles. "See if you like it?"
Sam considers them both. "You both like it, right?"
"Yes," Kurt says.
"Does it hurt? Like, um, the first time?"
"Uh." Kurt glances at Blaine, to see if he wants to field Sam's question. Blaine shrugs, so Kurt answers. "In theory, it can for some people? But it really shouldn't," Kurt says. "If you take it slow, use enough lube, relax..."
"It didn't hurt for either of us," Blaine says.
"It might not feel, um, totally orgasmic at first, but if you let us, I promise we won't hurt you. You'll feel good. If there's any pain, or you're uncomfortable, or you just don't like it, we'll stop."
Sam frowns thoughtfully. "What was it like? For you guys?"
Kurt looks at Blaine again, hopes he'll answer this one first. Blaine smiles at Kurt and turns back to Sam.
"The way it was for me," Blaine says, "It was like waking up inside. The first time, I really wanted it. I'd done some stuff on my own, and I wanted Kurt to fuck me so badly. It was good just being close like that—trusting him to do it. And the way it feels is, um, it can take a little while to really feel the full force of it? But once you do? It's amazing. There's nothing else that feels that way."
The memory Blaine shares is one Kurt knows well. He hasn't thought about it much recently, their younger days, when everything was so new. He smiles at Blaine and reaches out to touch him.
"Kurt?" Sam asks.
"Oh," Kurt raises his attention, snaps back to Sam. "My first time? It was just really intense. I was pretty nervous, but Blaine took his time warming me up, and I came really hard that way, just from his hand, before he was even fucking me. And then, when he did, it was this kind of... blissed out floating, I guess? It really relaxes me. I kind of get lost in it." The heat of Kurt's blush makes him look down. It's an odd thing to share.
"That sounds nice," Sam says, and there's gratitude in his voice. "You guys make it sound really, uh, special? Not like the way I've seen it in porn. I could tell how much Blaine liked it, so I think... okay?" Sam glances between them, takes a breath, and says with a determined smile, "Let's try it?"
"Okay," Blaine says. "I'm going to let Kurt take care of your ass, but I'm here for you, too."
Kurt gives Sam a reassuring smile. "That all right?"
"Yeah, totally," Sam says, and as he looks at Kurt, Kurt can see it opening up in Sam's gaze, the acceptance and anticipation of what they're offering him—what Sam's offering them both.
"For what it's worth," Kurt says. "I think it is special. Or it can be."
"So, um, how do you want me?" Sam asks.
"Like this is fine to start, but I'll, um..." Kurt reaches up for a pillow. "Lift your hips?"
Sam does, and Kurt tucks it under his pelvis. "And, uh, here" Kurt helps Sam arrange his legs. Spread with bent knees and his feet flat on the mattress.
"I'm kind of feeling overexposed," Sam says with a grin.
"Trust me, you look great from this angle," Kurt says, and he appreciates the view, the hang of Sam's testicles, the shadow of his anus nestled just there. And if Kurt is nervous, he's not going to let it show.
Blaine looks at Kurt and picks up the lube, squirts a little in his hand before passing it down to Kurt. Blaine wraps his slickened palm around Sam's cock. "Push up into my hand a little?" Blaine suggests.
Blaine strokes Sam's cock evenly, and leans in to kiss him. Kurt touches his thighs, running his hands up the inside until he's got one hand cupping and fondling Sam's balls, and he's coaxing one of Sam's legs up off the bed, pushing it further to the side, opening him up more. Watching Sam's face, Blaine slows his hand, squeezing and rolling his fist over the head of Sam's cock. Sam's flushed, his eyes a little wild. Kurt turns his hand and slides the pad of his thumb behind Sam's balls, rubs back along his perineum with firm pressure. Damp with sweat, it's not enough lubricant for much, and when Kurt reaches the edge of Sam's anus, the muscle tightens.
"Okay?" Kurt asks. Pausing there, just a touch.
"Yeah," Sam exhales. But he's tensing up.
Blaine lets go of Sam's cock, rubs circles with his palm up Sam's torso. Talks to him. Urges him to relax, breathe, close his eyes, just feel what Kurt's doing, don't try to expect or judge or... Just feel it. Kurt knows what he's doing.
Kurt gets the lube, gives Blaine a grateful smile. Sam's brow is still creased.
With slick fingertips, Kurt rubs back down behind his balls and along his perineum. This time he doesn't stop when he gets to the rim of Sam's anus, he keeps going. Nestles the slippery fingertip of his middle finger against the center and rubs, lightly as first, which makes Sam's thighs quiver, and Kurt keeps going, slowly adding pressure, but not speed. Massaging the tightly closed muscle until it begins to soften beneath his touch, and he could press in, but he doesn't yet, just keeps pressing and rubbing against Sam with the pad of his finger. Kurt's getting lightheaded. He watches Sam and Blaine.
Sam's flushed and breathless, starting to move curiously with Kurt's touch. Kurt pushes Sam's thigh further back. Sam makes a surprised sound, tenses up again, but with the way he's looking at Kurt, wide-eyed and breathless, Kurt doesn't stop.
"Hey?" Blaine asks Sam. "Good?"
"Yeah, it feels nice," Sam whispers, and slowly, he relaxes again.
"I'd like to give you more," Kurt says. "Do you want more?"
"I... okay," Sam says. "Please."
The please thrills Kurt, but he ignores his own cock, heavy and eager between his legs. He's taking care of Sam. "Okay, I'm going to go inside," Kurt says.
While Kurt freshens up the lubricant, Blaine explains how Sam should push out a little, to open himself up for Kurt.
Sam grunts softly deep in his throat when Kurt presses in. His body pinches so tightly around Kurt's fingertip it goes a little numb. Blaine murmurs encouragement and instruction to Sam in a low soothing voice. Sam nods and breathes, and then, loosens enough around Kurt's fingertip that Kurt can reach farther in. He does, and then keeps his hand still, petting Sam's thigh with his free hand and waiting for Sam to get used to the feeling. The hot flex around his finger is so tight. Kurt slides his free hand up and down the back of Sam's thigh. "Still okay?" Kurt asks.
"Feels weird," Sam says, with a huff of self-conscious laughter.
"It'll get better," Blaine says. He and Kurt share a look. Blaine reaches back down for Sam's cock, and Kurt gives Sam some friction.
They find a sedate rhythm for it, Blaine's hand around Sam's dick and Kurt dragging his finger in and out of Sam's ass, just an easy inch worth of movement. Sam blinks and then gasps in surprise. His eyes squeeze shut and his head flops back against his pillow. "Oh," he says, moving with them both a little now. "That feels... oh, okay."
"Feeling better?" Kurt asks.
"Yeah," Sam says shakily. "Just do it, Kurt," Sam says.
"This isn't a Nike ad, Sam," Kurt replies.
"Ha," Sam laughs. "You can do it, though. You can fuck me. If it feels like this... I want you to."
"I will," Kurt says. "When you're ready."
Blaine tosses Kurt the condoms, and then sits up to lean over Sam to Kurt, kisses Kurt slow and deep. With Blaine's tongue in his mouth, Kurt withdraws his hand from Sam's ass, just far enough to tuck his index finger in next to his middle finger. Then he pushes back into Sam, deeper, adds more force and speed.
"Come on, oh fuck," Sam says, and he groans, arching against the bed a little. "I just..."
Blaine grins against Kurt's mouth and withdraws, returns his attention to Sam.
Kurt reaches farther and curls his fingertips up, finds the swelling bump of Sam's prostate, presses rhythmically against it with a gentle curl of his finger. Blaine settles comfortably back beside Sam, one hand on his dick, the other on the pillow, petting into Sam's hair. He kisses Sam's cheek, jaw, and neck while he talks to him. Kurt applies more pressure, steady and sure.
"Ooooh my god," Sam says. Kurt squeezes his thigh, and Blaine's sucking his collarbone while he jerks Sam slowly. Kurt keeps playing with his prostate, watches the clear fluid bead and drip from the end of Sam's cock, until Sam's restless and panting and asking, "More? Guys."
"Ready for my cock?" Kurt asks, trying to speak around his heartbeat, which is lodged upon the back of his tongue.
Sam groans and nods. "Anything, Kurt."
Kurt pulls his hand out, rolls the condom on, and slicks himself up. Checks in again with Sam—who's very keen--and Blaine again, who's calm and bright-eyed. And he checks with himself again, that he's willing to commit to this and whatever may come after. It's surreal, being poised on the verge of giving Sam this experience. He and Blaine have talked about it, sure, but the collision of imagination and reality, of shared private fantasies and their subject—who is so willing and so turned on, and saying Kurt's name so needfully.
"Keep breathing," Blaine says. And Kurt not sure if Blaine's talking to him or Sam. He keeps breathing.
Kurt pushes in so slowly, biting his lip as his eyes roll back. Sam gasps and sighs and keeps still. Kurt rocks his hips as he edges forward, taking care not to push in too fast, to let Sam relax into every moment of penetration. And, fuck, Sam's so good taking it. Kurt sinks, millimeter by millimeter into the choking tight grasp and gorgeous slick heat of Sam's body. Kurt pulls back a fraction, and then pushes back in farther, taking Sam in small increments, until Kurt's seated as deep as he can be. He keeps moving, short strokes, concentrating on Sam more than his own experience.
"Okay?" he asks, his voice high and faint.
"Yeah," Sam says. "I'm okay."
"You feel really good," Kurt says, plying Sam so gently while ignoring the ache of his balls to go harder. He wants this to be amazing for Sam.
"Feeling a little weird again," Sam says. "But it's okay."
Which makes Kurt chuckle airlessly, "Think you handle a bit more speed?"
"Try me," Sam says.
Kurt adjusts his hold on Sam, lifting both his legs, holding behind his knees keeping them wide apart. Kurt tucks his tailbone neatly, quick easy thrusts, without too much force behind them. He can keep this up for as long as Sam's happy with it.
Sam swears, and rolls his head upon the pillow. His mouth goes slack around a long, low cry. Blaine kisses him on the mouth, catches the sound, drowns Sam's moans into whimpers. Sam's brow is furrowed in some confused shock of pleasure. Blaine strokes his dick faster too, a little roughly, and Sam tears his mouth away from Blaine.
"Oh my god," he says. "Oh my god."
And then Blaine's letting go of Sam and reaching for the condoms, and Kurt's not sure what he's got planned until he rips it open and unrolls it over Sam's cock.
"Jesus, Blaine," Kurt says, when Blaine carefully straddles Sam, and slicks them both up.
"Hell, yeah," Sam says, and Blaine laughs. Then he holds Sam's cock and sinks down on it. Kurt can only push deep, hold still, and stare at Sam's cock sliding into Blaine's body with so little resistance. He drags his grasp from to Sam's knees to his ankles, and Blaine reaches forward to brace himself on the headboard.
It's awkward at first, coordinating three bodies, and Kurt's not confident Blaine's going to come again. Kurt slows and tries to match his thrusts to each movement Blaine makes, pulling out when Blaine drops down, pushing in when Blaine lifts up. Kurt's holding Sam's legs up and apart. Sam's hands are around Blaine's waist. Blaine's spine flexes gorgeously, and the jounce of his ass is glorious to behold from this angle. Especially while Kurt's cock is so greedily buried in Sam's ass.
This is usually when Kurt would wake up. But he doesn't. Just firms his grip and bends his will to keeping the roll of his hips steady.
Sam's reduced to an insensible stream of variations on 'fuck, fuck, oh fuck, oh my fucking fuck.' Kurt's not managing much more eloquence than that.
Kurt lets go of one of Sam's legs to run a hand up Blaine's spine to his shoulder. "You okay?" he manages, because Blaine's taken a lot. Blaine half turns his face, slips Kurt a hazy look and a bitten smile in response. Kurt lets Blaine set the pace after that, faster to chase Sam's encouragement, and Kurt keeps up.
It can't last forever, there's no way. Not even when they find the perfect rhythm of give and take among their bodies.
Kurt comes first, sweet and irresistible, but he keeps fucking Sam as long as he can. Grits his teeth and fucks in harder, faster, to match Blaine, and to keep pitching Sam's cries higher. From what Kurt can make out, Sam's close, his fingers are white-tipped, digging into Blaine's ass, holding him open, and he's pushing up to meet Blaine while rocking himself back down on Kurt's cock.
"Come on, Sam," Blaine says, and grinds down hard.
Sam's, apparently, a very obedient boy, for he thrusts up into Blaine one last time, and comes hard enough he pulls off Kurt entirely.
Sam flops back to the bed limply, and Kurt slumps to the side, sprawls cross-wise along the foot of the bed. Blaine gingerly climbs off Sam, and Kurt doesn't miss his wince. He reaches out and pets Blaine's ankle, meets his eyes with a moue of concern. Blaine gives him a weary grin that lets Kurt know he's okay.
"That was, like, way better than any porn ever," Sam says, far too loudly and energetically into the quiet space of their immediate aftermath. Kurt covers his mouth and laughs.
Blaine chuckles and presses his grin against Sam's shoulder.
It takes Kurt a moment to rally his muscles, but once he has, Kurt pushes himself up, crawls up the bed, and spoons up behind Blaine, reaches across Blaine's waist to lay his hand upon Sam's belly. Blaine pulls the pillow from under Sam's ass, while Kurt kicks at the sheets until he's loosened them enough to pull the edge of them up over their feet. Yawns.
They lie together in companionable silence, and Blaine drifts off, his head pillowed against Sam's shoulder.
They're going to chill as the warmth of sex abates and the hotel air conditioning takes over. Kurt rolls away from Blaine gingerly, and Sam watches him reach over the end of the bed to find the blanket that slid off to the floor god knows when. "Do you want to stay the rest of the night with us?" Kurt asks Sam quietly. "We can find some food, go again, or just sleep."
Sam looks at him, and there's an openness in his gaze Kurt's never seen before, like he's looking into Sam not just at him. And what Kurt sees is warm and wonderful and perfectly content, here with him and Blaine. And the sight of Blaine, tenderly held and dozing in Sam's arms, is almost unbearably sweet. "You wouldn't mind?" Sam asks.
Kurt laughs softly. "We more than wouldn't mind, Sam. We'd love you to stay."
Sam agrees. "Okay. You said something about food?"
Kurt reaches for the phone and orders delivery pizza. Blaine wakes from his nap, stumbles to the bathroom for a quick shower while they wait for it to arrive. After, Blaine takes one of the hotel robes, Sam the other, and Kurt slips his pajama pants and a t-shirt on while they lay out the food on the bed on a towel.
It's more comfortable than Kurt expected, lying together in the extended afterglow. He ends up with Sam's head pillowed on his thigh, Blaine's propped himself up on his side, and his legs are tangled with Sam's.
One thing they didn't talk about was after. Kurt trusted their friendships to get them through but he didn't anticipate how the shape of that would actually look. Sam grows quiet as they eat.
But after they finish and clean up, a tension infiltrates the ease. It's Blaine who speaks up first, after noticing Sam's continuing silence. "Hey," he says. "What's up? Are you okay?" Kurt's by the window, trying to work out if it opens. He doesn't want all of their clothes marinating in the smell of sex and pizza.
Sam nods immediately but his lips flatten together as if he's trying to put words to something difficult.
"Regrets?" Kurt asks, and he finds the latch. The window doesn't open far, but the fresh air that trickles in is immediately refreshing. Kurt leaves the curtains parted a few inches, and flicks off the nearest bedside lamp.
"No, absolutely not," Sam says, draws it out like maybe he's querying himself. "But I--" he breaks off with a frown.
"Hey, whatever it is, you can tell us. There's no judgment here tonight, okay?" Blaine says.
Sam's smile comes quickly. "I really enjoyed this. I am enjoying this," Sam says. "I guess I'm kind of wondering if maybe this won't be a one time thing."
"Oh, right, well..." Kurt says and he looks at Blaine to see how he's reacting.
"Not that I'm like, wanting to turn up on your doorstep in New York with my suitcase ready to move in. I know that's not how this goes." Sam fidgets with the tie of his robe. "But I was kind of wondering if, uh, maybe? If I'm not otherwise committed and we're all in the same place, that maybe this could be something we do."
It's not what Kurt expected. Blaine's eyebrows rise in surprise.
"Which is a lot to dump on you guys, so I'm just going to go have a shower so you can talk or whatever."
"Yeah," Blaine says. "Okay."
Sam pauses on his way to the bathroom, turns back to them. "God, I hope I didn't just make this super weird."
Kurt gets up and smiles to reassure. "You haven't," he says, and he finds the pajamas he set aside for Sam earlier. "Here," Kurt says; he passes them to Sam. "You can wear these after your shower."
Sam takes the pajamas, touches the monogram on the pocket, and gives Kurt a relieved nod.
Then Kurt goes back to the bed so he and Blaine can talk.
"You've got that face," Blaine says.
"What face?"
"The one-- Actually, I don't think I know this face. This is a new face."
Kurt laughs. "This is the face for having just had my first threesome with my fiance and one of our closest, once assumed straight friends, who has now mooted that we make it a... thing we do again."
"Mooted? I don't think Sam's a guy who moots."
Kurt grins, but his question is serious. "Is that something you'd be interested in?" he asks, reaching across the space between them to slide his fingertip over the titanium band on Blaine's left hand.
"I've loved tonight," Blaine says.
"I loved it too," Kurt says, and he can't stop his delighted laughter. "Oh my god, Blaine. Can you believe we just--? It was... wow. Pretty great, right?"
"It was," Blaine says. "So, yeah, if you wanted to, I think that could be... nice with Sam."
"Nice," Kurt repeats with a smile at the simplicity of Blaine's understatement. He's pretty sure it'll be so much more than nice, and he's also sure it'll be more complicated than simple, But that doesn't mean it's not worth seeing where this may take them all. "Yes, it definitely could be."
Some months later
The summer city stench is thick in the still air. Kurt stands on the sidewalk outside the gallery. He stares at his cellphone while his sunglasses slowly creep down the bridge of his nose. The GPS tracker shows Sam's close, just about to turn up the street.
Blaine's at an audition, so is regretfully missing meeting Sam until later tonight. Kurt looks up, spies the U-Haul, and pockets his phone.
Sam pulls into the loading area and Kurt's heart is already in his throat. It's the first time they've been together since the wedding hook up. Kurt watches him get out and walk around the front of the truck. He looks gorgeous in his thigh-hugging jeans and too-small t-shirt. He's had a hair cut recently, that's put an end to the blond highlights. The short brown hair suits him. It's too hot for hugging, but Kurt opens his arms for Sam, who grabs him tightly. "Hey," Sam says.
"Hi," Kurt says and steps back when Sam releases him. "It's great to see you," he says.
"You too," Sam says and his smile is enough to make Kurt flush even hotter than the day's already made him.
"Um, so..." Kurt says as they head to the back of the truck. "How was the drive?"
Sam shrugs, "Too hot and slow. Summer traffic." He bends to unlock the truck and rolls the door up. It's loaded with the best of the past four years of Sam's mosaic art, all carefully wrapped in bubble wrap and padded blankets. A few months ago, Kurt showed Isabelle some of Sam's work, and she was impressed enough, it's ended up with Sam having a gallery showing in the city.
"Let's earn that dinner Blaine's promised us," Kurt says. And they start unloading the truck.
#
They go to the loft after to shower and change. Kurt has a text from Blaine saying he's finished early, the audition went all right, and he wants to know if he should he come back to the loft or do they want to meet at the restaurant early for drinks? Kurt suggests meeting early for drinks. Something cold and alcoholic sounds like a perfect next step for the day.
Sam uses the shower first, comes out with his towel slung low around his hips, and it's only awkward for a moment. It helps that Sam likes being looked at. Kurt touches his bare skin lightly as Sam leans in to kiss him, just once, chastely, on the lips. They've agreed to wait until all of three of them are together for anything more than this. The anticipation is wonderful foreplay.
Kurt dresses in his lightest white trousers and leaves the collar of his short sleeved cyanotype print shirt open, doesn't even contemplate adding a scarf or tie. Sam looks great in slim dark wash jeans and a gray linen shirt. Kurt's helped him put together a New York wardrobe over Skype these past few weeks.
Blaine's waiting for them at the bar in the restaurant. He's freshened up and changed too, probably at his gym. He shines in his red polo. He gets up to hug Sam and kiss his cheek. They find a table near the window and order champagne for a toast in advance of Sam's show tomorrow night. Then they have a leisurely dinner, catch up on each others' news.
Kurt's got Fashion week in September coming up, so has been flat out with Vogue work. Blaine's been auditioning for everything, and he has a good feeling about the one today. A smaller, off Broadway play. Not a musical, unfortunately but Blaine likes the play and he knows the director. They still haven't set a wedding date, but they're thinking any season not summer.
Sam's not dating anyone currently, though he's been out with a few girls and one guy. He says he's expanding his options now, but hasn't met anyone with whom he feels a future is possible. Mostly, he says, he's been working a lot. He's had a lot of fresh inspiration, has been learning stained glass, too. Trying to keep up with his muse has meant dating has dropped on his priority list. "Anyway," he says, "Knowing I was coming to the city and I'd be seeing you guys has been motivational."
They don't get back to the loft until late. "We got a new bed," Kurt says after the door rolls closed behind them. He begins to slip the buttons of his shirt undone. "King-sized."
"Oh," Sam says, and his smile is slow and pleased.
Blaine reaches for Sam's hand, and tugs him toward the open curtain. "Come on." Sam goes, and Kurt follows. Sam's here for the whole week. It's going to be so nice.
the end
Kurt/Blaine + Sam | MA/NC-17 | Erotica/Drama, PWP-ish | sex, language, threesome, mild kink, bisexual!Sam, Timeline? What timeline? blowjobs, rimming, 69'ing, orgasm delay, sex marathon | canon inspired AU future fic | Two years after Will and Emma’s wedding that wasn’t, Kurt and Blaine return to Lima in February to celebrate another High School friend’s wedding. Sam catches up with them there and it becomes clear that Sam, after a string of heartbreaks and dashed hopes for a reunion with Mercedes, could use the help of his friends. Or Bros help bros hook up at weddings where there are too damn many ex girlfriends. | 20,150 words
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4.
Kurt needs a minute. He also still has an empty, but used condom clinging to his dick. Sam settles down beside Blaine, Blaine, wrung out, rolls near, nuzzles clumsily at Sam's chest, and says, "Thank you." Kurt takes a moment to look at them, tries to understand the specific nature of the pang in his heart as he does—it's warm and good, but more than what he's expected, sharper maybe—before he excuses himself to the bathroom.
The door snaps shut behind Kurt and the fluorescent bar of light over the sink stutters and pops as it comes on. It hums to itself as Kurt washes his hands in the dull faux-marble sink. He disposes of the condom, grabs a washcloth to clean any lingering taste of latex from himself, and then washes his hands again.
So, Sam wants something, but he doesn't know what. Kurt's unsure if that means Sam doesn't know, or whether it means Sam is nervous about articulating a desire and wants them to push him a little bit. Kurt doesn't even know if that's how Sam works. Until today, they'd never talked about sex much with each other, not the details of it anyway.
But when they'd talked by the bar, Kurt had flat out asked him, "How do you feel about anal?" It wasn't something to be coy about, nor something about which Kurt wanted to guess.
"Doing or being done?" Sam had countered, without any overt sign of especial perturbation.
That made Kurt laugh in happy surprise. "Both? Either?"
"I'd like to do, definitely. You know, if that's on the table, with one of you guys."
Kurt had blinked and flushed warm. "Okay, uh, probably," he said. "Me or Blaine?"
"Oh," Sam had looked down with raised eyebrows and reddened cheeks. "Wow, um."
"Blaine?" Kurt guessed.
Sam looked up with something new bared in his gaze, a nervous kind of anticipation. "Yeah. If he wanted that and you were cool with it and--"
"I am," Kurt said, swallowing down the rapid beat of his own heart, "definitely cool with that." He didn't tell Sam that Blaine would almost certainly want that. Blaine could speak for himself if it came to it. "And... being done?"
Sam tilted his head and wrinkled his nose. "That? I don't know."
"So you've never...?" Kurt asked.
Sam shook his head. "I've never been with a guy before."
"Well, that doesn't mean-- I didn't want to assume. But not even solo?"
"Not really?"
"That's fine," Kurt said quickly, didn't let himself wonder about what may be included within the possible boundaries of 'not really'. "No pressure, okay? If you're not interested. I just wanted to be clear about what you wanted from this experience."
(This experience? How had he managed to sound so clinical about it?)
Turns out it wasn't as clear as he'd thought at the time. He had jumped to the assumption that Sam's 'I don't know' (with accompanying facial expression of reservation) meant, basically, a polite 'no'. Maybe it actually meant he's curious but uncertain. Perhaps he wishes to be persuaded, or just given more information with which to make a decision. Nerves are reasonable; Kurt understands that. He doubts it matters who you are, taking a dick in your ass requires trust and comfort, especially for the first time. But he still doesn't want to assume, and he doesn't like that he already may've.
(Which brings to mind, unfortunately enough, his father telling him as a child, "Never assume, it makes an ass out of you and me." And Kurt can't not smile at that, since tonight there is literal ass involved.)
There's a soft rap on the door. "Kurt?" comes Blaine's voice, "May I come in?"
Kurt reaches over and opens the door, and Blaine slips inside. "Hey," he says. "I just wanted to wash up a little, too, before round... What is it? Two or three?"
"Two and two-thirds?" Kurt steps back and leans against the shower door, lets his gaze roam between Blaine and Blaine's reflection in the mirror.
Blaine laughs and reaches for a fresh washcloth, runs the water until it's warm.
Kurt watches Blaine sweep the cloth over his chest and belly; he entertains, briefly, the idea of bending Blaine over the sink. He'll still be relaxed and slick enough, and Kurt is still hard and wanting. It'd be so easy to just sink inside. Kurt closes his eyes as the pulse of blood in his cock strengthens. He folds his arms across his chest and leaves off the fantasy; they still have a guest and other fantasies to fulfill. Sam may want him. Kurt opens his eyes and asks Blaine, "You're doing all right?"
"I am." Blaine's smile tells Kurt everything he needs to know.
"Sam?"
"Yeah, he's great," Blaine says. "You?"
"Mmm, I'm fine," Kurt says. "A little hungry, actually. Might order a pizza after."
"Post-sex pizza is the best pizza."
Kurt smiles and steps forward, reaches to touch Blaine's shoulder, meets his eyes in the mirror. "Do you think Sam wants, um, one of us to..." Kurt lets out his anxiety in a heavy breath.
"Fuck him?" Blaine asks.
"Yes," Kurt says. "He wasn't clear on that with me earlier. I assumed he didn't but--"
"He might," Blaine says. "He's not averse to the idea, anyway. I think he's curious."
"That's not the same as wanting it. And you don't know for sure? You never talked about that kind of thing with him? Along with the tearful memories of my elite blowjob skills or....?"
With a laugh, Blaine shrugs. "We've talked about it, but more in the abstract? He asked me once if it's good on the receiving end, and I told him I liked it. He wasn't weird about it—even said he was glad, because he didn't like the thought of whoever was taking it not enjoying himself, but he never specifically said he wanted to try it."
"Okay." Kurt blows his next breath up at his bangs. "Well, this is awkward."
They're quiet for a moment. "Do you want to?" Blaine asks. "Fuck him?"
"Don't you?"
Blaine turns, pulls Kurt against him and lifts a drooping lock of hair from Kurt's forehead with his fingertip. "I'm feeling so spoiled tonight," Blaine says, low and soft. "Like I'm getting everything I want."
There's an unspoken tail to the thought, so Kurt prompts, "And?"
"And," Blaine drawls the syllable into seduction, deep and dark in his gaze, and vivid in the brush of his lips against Kurt's cheek "If I'm going to get everything I want tonight," Blaine murmurs near Kurt's ear, "then it would be fucking incredible to watch my super hot fiance nail my super hot best friend."
"Oh god, when you put it that way..." Kurt mumbles. Closes his eyes, takes a breath. "Okay, but only if Sam wants it."
"If he wants it," Blaine affirms, and then he pulls back and tilts his head. "And if you're sure you do too."
Kurt swallows. "God, you know what? I really do," he confesses, and he tangles his fingers with Blaine's. "If you're here with me."
"I am." Blaine's smile encourages. "Let's go find out how he feels about it."
#
"Hey," Sam says. He's sprawled in the center of the bed, one leg akimbo, the other stretched out straight; one hand flung above his head upon the pillow, and the other loosely stroking his cock. His hair's a sexy mess, his eyes are open and clear. He looks like an underwear ad, but without the underwear. "Were you talking about me?" he asks with nothing more fraught than eager curiosity and a smile. "Making plans?"
Kurt bites into his smile, answers with a soft hum of affirmation, while Blaine releases Kurt's hand with a squeeze and crawls onto the bed beside Sam. "We were wondering," Blaine begins. He bows his head and presses his mouth to Sam's shoulder, reaches with his hand to push it under the one Sam's got lazily roaming over his cock. "If," Blaine continues, moving toward Sam's neck and giving Sam's cock a slow petting stroke. "You were curious about--"
"Trying out some butt stuff?" Sam interrupts.
With an amused huff, Blaine lifts his head. "Not how I was going to phrase it, but yeah."
"If you're interested. We'll take it slow," Kurt says, sitting down near the foot of the bed. He rests his hand on one of Sam's ankles. "See if you like it?"
Sam considers them both. "You both like it, right?"
"Yes," Kurt says.
"Does it hurt? Like, um, the first time?"
"Uh." Kurt glances at Blaine, to see if he wants to field Sam's question. Blaine shrugs, so Kurt answers. "In theory, it can for some people? But it really shouldn't," Kurt says. "If you take it slow, use enough lube, relax..."
"It didn't hurt for either of us," Blaine says.
"It might not feel, um, totally orgasmic at first, but if you let us, I promise we won't hurt you. You'll feel good. If there's any pain, or you're uncomfortable, or you just don't like it, we'll stop."
Sam frowns thoughtfully. "What was it like? For you guys?"
Kurt looks at Blaine again, hopes he'll answer this one first. Blaine smiles at Kurt and turns back to Sam.
"The way it was for me," Blaine says, "It was like waking up inside. The first time, I really wanted it. I'd done some stuff on my own, and I wanted Kurt to fuck me so badly. It was good just being close like that—trusting him to do it. And the way it feels is, um, it can take a little while to really feel the full force of it? But once you do? It's amazing. There's nothing else that feels that way."
The memory Blaine shares is one Kurt knows well. He hasn't thought about it much recently, their younger days, when everything was so new. He smiles at Blaine and reaches out to touch him.
"Kurt?" Sam asks.
"Oh," Kurt raises his attention, snaps back to Sam. "My first time? It was just really intense. I was pretty nervous, but Blaine took his time warming me up, and I came really hard that way, just from his hand, before he was even fucking me. And then, when he did, it was this kind of... blissed out floating, I guess? It really relaxes me. I kind of get lost in it." The heat of Kurt's blush makes him look down. It's an odd thing to share.
"That sounds nice," Sam says, and there's gratitude in his voice. "You guys make it sound really, uh, special? Not like the way I've seen it in porn. I could tell how much Blaine liked it, so I think... okay?" Sam glances between them, takes a breath, and says with a determined smile, "Let's try it?"
"Okay," Blaine says. "I'm going to let Kurt take care of your ass, but I'm here for you, too."
Kurt gives Sam a reassuring smile. "That all right?"
"Yeah, totally," Sam says, and as he looks at Kurt, Kurt can see it opening up in Sam's gaze, the acceptance and anticipation of what they're offering him—what Sam's offering them both.
"For what it's worth," Kurt says. "I think it is special. Or it can be."
"So, um, how do you want me?" Sam asks.
"Like this is fine to start, but I'll, um..." Kurt reaches up for a pillow. "Lift your hips?"
Sam does, and Kurt tucks it under his pelvis. "And, uh, here" Kurt helps Sam arrange his legs. Spread with bent knees and his feet flat on the mattress.
"I'm kind of feeling overexposed," Sam says with a grin.
"Trust me, you look great from this angle," Kurt says, and he appreciates the view, the hang of Sam's testicles, the shadow of his anus nestled just there. And if Kurt is nervous, he's not going to let it show.
Blaine looks at Kurt and picks up the lube, squirts a little in his hand before passing it down to Kurt. Blaine wraps his slickened palm around Sam's cock. "Push up into my hand a little?" Blaine suggests.
Blaine strokes Sam's cock evenly, and leans in to kiss him. Kurt touches his thighs, running his hands up the inside until he's got one hand cupping and fondling Sam's balls, and he's coaxing one of Sam's legs up off the bed, pushing it further to the side, opening him up more. Watching Sam's face, Blaine slows his hand, squeezing and rolling his fist over the head of Sam's cock. Sam's flushed, his eyes a little wild. Kurt turns his hand and slides the pad of his thumb behind Sam's balls, rubs back along his perineum with firm pressure. Damp with sweat, it's not enough lubricant for much, and when Kurt reaches the edge of Sam's anus, the muscle tightens.
"Okay?" Kurt asks. Pausing there, just a touch.
"Yeah," Sam exhales. But he's tensing up.
Blaine lets go of Sam's cock, rubs circles with his palm up Sam's torso. Talks to him. Urges him to relax, breathe, close his eyes, just feel what Kurt's doing, don't try to expect or judge or... Just feel it. Kurt knows what he's doing.
Kurt gets the lube, gives Blaine a grateful smile. Sam's brow is still creased.
With slick fingertips, Kurt rubs back down behind his balls and along his perineum. This time he doesn't stop when he gets to the rim of Sam's anus, he keeps going. Nestles the slippery fingertip of his middle finger against the center and rubs, lightly as first, which makes Sam's thighs quiver, and Kurt keeps going, slowly adding pressure, but not speed. Massaging the tightly closed muscle until it begins to soften beneath his touch, and he could press in, but he doesn't yet, just keeps pressing and rubbing against Sam with the pad of his finger. Kurt's getting lightheaded. He watches Sam and Blaine.
Sam's flushed and breathless, starting to move curiously with Kurt's touch. Kurt pushes Sam's thigh further back. Sam makes a surprised sound, tenses up again, but with the way he's looking at Kurt, wide-eyed and breathless, Kurt doesn't stop.
"Hey?" Blaine asks Sam. "Good?"
"Yeah, it feels nice," Sam whispers, and slowly, he relaxes again.
"I'd like to give you more," Kurt says. "Do you want more?"
"I... okay," Sam says. "Please."
The please thrills Kurt, but he ignores his own cock, heavy and eager between his legs. He's taking care of Sam. "Okay, I'm going to go inside," Kurt says.
While Kurt freshens up the lubricant, Blaine explains how Sam should push out a little, to open himself up for Kurt.
Sam grunts softly deep in his throat when Kurt presses in. His body pinches so tightly around Kurt's fingertip it goes a little numb. Blaine murmurs encouragement and instruction to Sam in a low soothing voice. Sam nods and breathes, and then, loosens enough around Kurt's fingertip that Kurt can reach farther in. He does, and then keeps his hand still, petting Sam's thigh with his free hand and waiting for Sam to get used to the feeling. The hot flex around his finger is so tight. Kurt slides his free hand up and down the back of Sam's thigh. "Still okay?" Kurt asks.
"Feels weird," Sam says, with a huff of self-conscious laughter.
"It'll get better," Blaine says. He and Kurt share a look. Blaine reaches back down for Sam's cock, and Kurt gives Sam some friction.
They find a sedate rhythm for it, Blaine's hand around Sam's dick and Kurt dragging his finger in and out of Sam's ass, just an easy inch worth of movement. Sam blinks and then gasps in surprise. His eyes squeeze shut and his head flops back against his pillow. "Oh," he says, moving with them both a little now. "That feels... oh, okay."
"Feeling better?" Kurt asks.
"Yeah," Sam says shakily. "Just do it, Kurt," Sam says.
"This isn't a Nike ad, Sam," Kurt replies.
"Ha," Sam laughs. "You can do it, though. You can fuck me. If it feels like this... I want you to."
"I will," Kurt says. "When you're ready."
Blaine tosses Kurt the condoms, and then sits up to lean over Sam to Kurt, kisses Kurt slow and deep. With Blaine's tongue in his mouth, Kurt withdraws his hand from Sam's ass, just far enough to tuck his index finger in next to his middle finger. Then he pushes back into Sam, deeper, adds more force and speed.
"Come on, oh fuck," Sam says, and he groans, arching against the bed a little. "I just..."
Blaine grins against Kurt's mouth and withdraws, returns his attention to Sam.
Kurt reaches farther and curls his fingertips up, finds the swelling bump of Sam's prostate, presses rhythmically against it with a gentle curl of his finger. Blaine settles comfortably back beside Sam, one hand on his dick, the other on the pillow, petting into Sam's hair. He kisses Sam's cheek, jaw, and neck while he talks to him. Kurt applies more pressure, steady and sure.
"Ooooh my god," Sam says. Kurt squeezes his thigh, and Blaine's sucking his collarbone while he jerks Sam slowly. Kurt keeps playing with his prostate, watches the clear fluid bead and drip from the end of Sam's cock, until Sam's restless and panting and asking, "More? Guys."
"Ready for my cock?" Kurt asks, trying to speak around his heartbeat, which is lodged upon the back of his tongue.
Sam groans and nods. "Anything, Kurt."
Kurt pulls his hand out, rolls the condom on, and slicks himself up. Checks in again with Sam—who's very keen--and Blaine again, who's calm and bright-eyed. And he checks with himself again, that he's willing to commit to this and whatever may come after. It's surreal, being poised on the verge of giving Sam this experience. He and Blaine have talked about it, sure, but the collision of imagination and reality, of shared private fantasies and their subject—who is so willing and so turned on, and saying Kurt's name so needfully.
"Keep breathing," Blaine says. And Kurt not sure if Blaine's talking to him or Sam. He keeps breathing.
Kurt pushes in so slowly, biting his lip as his eyes roll back. Sam gasps and sighs and keeps still. Kurt rocks his hips as he edges forward, taking care not to push in too fast, to let Sam relax into every moment of penetration. And, fuck, Sam's so good taking it. Kurt sinks, millimeter by millimeter into the choking tight grasp and gorgeous slick heat of Sam's body. Kurt pulls back a fraction, and then pushes back in farther, taking Sam in small increments, until Kurt's seated as deep as he can be. He keeps moving, short strokes, concentrating on Sam more than his own experience.
"Okay?" he asks, his voice high and faint.
"Yeah," Sam says. "I'm okay."
"You feel really good," Kurt says, plying Sam so gently while ignoring the ache of his balls to go harder. He wants this to be amazing for Sam.
"Feeling a little weird again," Sam says. "But it's okay."
Which makes Kurt chuckle airlessly, "Think you handle a bit more speed?"
"Try me," Sam says.
Kurt adjusts his hold on Sam, lifting both his legs, holding behind his knees keeping them wide apart. Kurt tucks his tailbone neatly, quick easy thrusts, without too much force behind them. He can keep this up for as long as Sam's happy with it.
Sam swears, and rolls his head upon the pillow. His mouth goes slack around a long, low cry. Blaine kisses him on the mouth, catches the sound, drowns Sam's moans into whimpers. Sam's brow is furrowed in some confused shock of pleasure. Blaine strokes his dick faster too, a little roughly, and Sam tears his mouth away from Blaine.
"Oh my god," he says. "Oh my god."
And then Blaine's letting go of Sam and reaching for the condoms, and Kurt's not sure what he's got planned until he rips it open and unrolls it over Sam's cock.
"Jesus, Blaine," Kurt says, when Blaine carefully straddles Sam, and slicks them both up.
"Hell, yeah," Sam says, and Blaine laughs. Then he holds Sam's cock and sinks down on it. Kurt can only push deep, hold still, and stare at Sam's cock sliding into Blaine's body with so little resistance. He drags his grasp from to Sam's knees to his ankles, and Blaine reaches forward to brace himself on the headboard.
It's awkward at first, coordinating three bodies, and Kurt's not confident Blaine's going to come again. Kurt slows and tries to match his thrusts to each movement Blaine makes, pulling out when Blaine drops down, pushing in when Blaine lifts up. Kurt's holding Sam's legs up and apart. Sam's hands are around Blaine's waist. Blaine's spine flexes gorgeously, and the jounce of his ass is glorious to behold from this angle. Especially while Kurt's cock is so greedily buried in Sam's ass.
This is usually when Kurt would wake up. But he doesn't. Just firms his grip and bends his will to keeping the roll of his hips steady.
Sam's reduced to an insensible stream of variations on 'fuck, fuck, oh fuck, oh my fucking fuck.' Kurt's not managing much more eloquence than that.
Kurt lets go of one of Sam's legs to run a hand up Blaine's spine to his shoulder. "You okay?" he manages, because Blaine's taken a lot. Blaine half turns his face, slips Kurt a hazy look and a bitten smile in response. Kurt lets Blaine set the pace after that, faster to chase Sam's encouragement, and Kurt keeps up.
It can't last forever, there's no way. Not even when they find the perfect rhythm of give and take among their bodies.
Kurt comes first, sweet and irresistible, but he keeps fucking Sam as long as he can. Grits his teeth and fucks in harder, faster, to match Blaine, and to keep pitching Sam's cries higher. From what Kurt can make out, Sam's close, his fingers are white-tipped, digging into Blaine's ass, holding him open, and he's pushing up to meet Blaine while rocking himself back down on Kurt's cock.
"Come on, Sam," Blaine says, and grinds down hard.
Sam's, apparently, a very obedient boy, for he thrusts up into Blaine one last time, and comes hard enough he pulls off Kurt entirely.
Sam flops back to the bed limply, and Kurt slumps to the side, sprawls cross-wise along the foot of the bed. Blaine gingerly climbs off Sam, and Kurt doesn't miss his wince. He reaches out and pets Blaine's ankle, meets his eyes with a moue of concern. Blaine gives him a weary grin that lets Kurt know he's okay.
"That was, like, way better than any porn ever," Sam says, far too loudly and energetically into the quiet space of their immediate aftermath. Kurt covers his mouth and laughs.
Blaine chuckles and presses his grin against Sam's shoulder.
It takes Kurt a moment to rally his muscles, but once he has, Kurt pushes himself up, crawls up the bed, and spoons up behind Blaine, reaches across Blaine's waist to lay his hand upon Sam's belly. Blaine pulls the pillow from under Sam's ass, while Kurt kicks at the sheets until he's loosened them enough to pull the edge of them up over their feet. Yawns.
They lie together in companionable silence, and Blaine drifts off, his head pillowed against Sam's shoulder.
They're going to chill as the warmth of sex abates and the hotel air conditioning takes over. Kurt rolls away from Blaine gingerly, and Sam watches him reach over the end of the bed to find the blanket that slid off to the floor god knows when. "Do you want to stay the rest of the night with us?" Kurt asks Sam quietly. "We can find some food, go again, or just sleep."
Sam looks at him, and there's an openness in his gaze Kurt's never seen before, like he's looking into Sam not just at him. And what Kurt sees is warm and wonderful and perfectly content, here with him and Blaine. And the sight of Blaine, tenderly held and dozing in Sam's arms, is almost unbearably sweet. "You wouldn't mind?" Sam asks.
Kurt laughs softly. "We more than wouldn't mind, Sam. We'd love you to stay."
Sam agrees. "Okay. You said something about food?"
Kurt reaches for the phone and orders delivery pizza. Blaine wakes from his nap, stumbles to the bathroom for a quick shower while they wait for it to arrive. After, Blaine takes one of the hotel robes, Sam the other, and Kurt slips his pajama pants and a t-shirt on while they lay out the food on the bed on a towel.
It's more comfortable than Kurt expected, lying together in the extended afterglow. He ends up with Sam's head pillowed on his thigh, Blaine's propped himself up on his side, and his legs are tangled with Sam's.
One thing they didn't talk about was after. Kurt trusted their friendships to get them through but he didn't anticipate how the shape of that would actually look. Sam grows quiet as they eat.
But after they finish and clean up, a tension infiltrates the ease. It's Blaine who speaks up first, after noticing Sam's continuing silence. "Hey," he says. "What's up? Are you okay?" Kurt's by the window, trying to work out if it opens. He doesn't want all of their clothes marinating in the smell of sex and pizza.
Sam nods immediately but his lips flatten together as if he's trying to put words to something difficult.
"Regrets?" Kurt asks, and he finds the latch. The window doesn't open far, but the fresh air that trickles in is immediately refreshing. Kurt leaves the curtains parted a few inches, and flicks off the nearest bedside lamp.
"No, absolutely not," Sam says, draws it out like maybe he's querying himself. "But I--" he breaks off with a frown.
"Hey, whatever it is, you can tell us. There's no judgment here tonight, okay?" Blaine says.
Sam's smile comes quickly. "I really enjoyed this. I am enjoying this," Sam says. "I guess I'm kind of wondering if maybe this won't be a one time thing."
"Oh, right, well..." Kurt says and he looks at Blaine to see how he's reacting.
"Not that I'm like, wanting to turn up on your doorstep in New York with my suitcase ready to move in. I know that's not how this goes." Sam fidgets with the tie of his robe. "But I was kind of wondering if, uh, maybe? If I'm not otherwise committed and we're all in the same place, that maybe this could be something we do."
It's not what Kurt expected. Blaine's eyebrows rise in surprise.
"Which is a lot to dump on you guys, so I'm just going to go have a shower so you can talk or whatever."
"Yeah," Blaine says. "Okay."
Sam pauses on his way to the bathroom, turns back to them. "God, I hope I didn't just make this super weird."
Kurt gets up and smiles to reassure. "You haven't," he says, and he finds the pajamas he set aside for Sam earlier. "Here," Kurt says; he passes them to Sam. "You can wear these after your shower."
Sam takes the pajamas, touches the monogram on the pocket, and gives Kurt a relieved nod.
Then Kurt goes back to the bed so he and Blaine can talk.
"You've got that face," Blaine says.
"What face?"
"The one-- Actually, I don't think I know this face. This is a new face."
Kurt laughs. "This is the face for having just had my first threesome with my fiance and one of our closest, once assumed straight friends, who has now mooted that we make it a... thing we do again."
"Mooted? I don't think Sam's a guy who moots."
Kurt grins, but his question is serious. "Is that something you'd be interested in?" he asks, reaching across the space between them to slide his fingertip over the titanium band on Blaine's left hand.
"I've loved tonight," Blaine says.
"I loved it too," Kurt says, and he can't stop his delighted laughter. "Oh my god, Blaine. Can you believe we just--? It was... wow. Pretty great, right?"
"It was," Blaine says. "So, yeah, if you wanted to, I think that could be... nice with Sam."
"Nice," Kurt repeats with a smile at the simplicity of Blaine's understatement. He's pretty sure it'll be so much more than nice, and he's also sure it'll be more complicated than simple, But that doesn't mean it's not worth seeing where this may take them all. "Yes, it definitely could be."
Some months later
The summer city stench is thick in the still air. Kurt stands on the sidewalk outside the gallery. He stares at his cellphone while his sunglasses slowly creep down the bridge of his nose. The GPS tracker shows Sam's close, just about to turn up the street.
Blaine's at an audition, so is regretfully missing meeting Sam until later tonight. Kurt looks up, spies the U-Haul, and pockets his phone.
Sam pulls into the loading area and Kurt's heart is already in his throat. It's the first time they've been together since the wedding hook up. Kurt watches him get out and walk around the front of the truck. He looks gorgeous in his thigh-hugging jeans and too-small t-shirt. He's had a hair cut recently, that's put an end to the blond highlights. The short brown hair suits him. It's too hot for hugging, but Kurt opens his arms for Sam, who grabs him tightly. "Hey," Sam says.
"Hi," Kurt says and steps back when Sam releases him. "It's great to see you," he says.
"You too," Sam says and his smile is enough to make Kurt flush even hotter than the day's already made him.
"Um, so..." Kurt says as they head to the back of the truck. "How was the drive?"
Sam shrugs, "Too hot and slow. Summer traffic." He bends to unlock the truck and rolls the door up. It's loaded with the best of the past four years of Sam's mosaic art, all carefully wrapped in bubble wrap and padded blankets. A few months ago, Kurt showed Isabelle some of Sam's work, and she was impressed enough, it's ended up with Sam having a gallery showing in the city.
"Let's earn that dinner Blaine's promised us," Kurt says. And they start unloading the truck.
#
They go to the loft after to shower and change. Kurt has a text from Blaine saying he's finished early, the audition went all right, and he wants to know if he should he come back to the loft or do they want to meet at the restaurant early for drinks? Kurt suggests meeting early for drinks. Something cold and alcoholic sounds like a perfect next step for the day.
Sam uses the shower first, comes out with his towel slung low around his hips, and it's only awkward for a moment. It helps that Sam likes being looked at. Kurt touches his bare skin lightly as Sam leans in to kiss him, just once, chastely, on the lips. They've agreed to wait until all of three of them are together for anything more than this. The anticipation is wonderful foreplay.
Kurt dresses in his lightest white trousers and leaves the collar of his short sleeved cyanotype print shirt open, doesn't even contemplate adding a scarf or tie. Sam looks great in slim dark wash jeans and a gray linen shirt. Kurt's helped him put together a New York wardrobe over Skype these past few weeks.
Blaine's waiting for them at the bar in the restaurant. He's freshened up and changed too, probably at his gym. He shines in his red polo. He gets up to hug Sam and kiss his cheek. They find a table near the window and order champagne for a toast in advance of Sam's show tomorrow night. Then they have a leisurely dinner, catch up on each others' news.
Kurt's got Fashion week in September coming up, so has been flat out with Vogue work. Blaine's been auditioning for everything, and he has a good feeling about the one today. A smaller, off Broadway play. Not a musical, unfortunately but Blaine likes the play and he knows the director. They still haven't set a wedding date, but they're thinking any season not summer.
Sam's not dating anyone currently, though he's been out with a few girls and one guy. He says he's expanding his options now, but hasn't met anyone with whom he feels a future is possible. Mostly, he says, he's been working a lot. He's had a lot of fresh inspiration, has been learning stained glass, too. Trying to keep up with his muse has meant dating has dropped on his priority list. "Anyway," he says, "Knowing I was coming to the city and I'd be seeing you guys has been motivational."
They don't get back to the loft until late. "We got a new bed," Kurt says after the door rolls closed behind them. He begins to slip the buttons of his shirt undone. "King-sized."
"Oh," Sam says, and his smile is slow and pleased.
Blaine reaches for Sam's hand, and tugs him toward the open curtain. "Come on." Sam goes, and Kurt follows. Sam's here for the whole week. It's going to be so nice.
the end