glee ship oneshots

***infidelity-blam

Sam Evans paced back and forth. His bestfriend, Blaine Anderson, was getting married to his on/off boyfriend, Kurt Hummel, today on a complete whim. The only person who knew of the secret was the dirty blonde. Sam wasn't happy with this news. Senior year of high school, Blaine had a huge crush on Sam, and it wasn't until Blaine and Kurt got engaged that Sam realized he truly did reciprocate those feelings. He bit his lip, staring at the message reading out "surprise grooms!" from his dark haired friend. He huffed. Were Kurt and Blaine even technically together? I mean, they went to the wedding together, but nothing else was set in stone. Sam got up from his seat and rushed back to where the brides were.

Santana noticed him and shot a dirty look. "If you're here to steal Brittany from me, you better prepare for a fight, Trouty Mouth," Santana said, turning to the lustful dirty blonde. He bit his lip and anxiously shook his head.

"I need to see Blaine," he said frantically. Santana shrugged and let him past. He quickly made his way to the room Blaine was changing in. Thankfully, Kurt wasn't anywhere to be seen. He knocked on the door.

"Come in," an angelic voice said. Sam opened the door, anxiety and anticipation filling his soul. Blaine was staring at the suit, unclothed.

Sam sneered. "You haven't put on your suit yet?"

Blaine shook his head. "I'm having... doubts," he said.

Sam bit his lip. "You know," he said, flirtatiously. "You don't have to marry Kurt."

Blaine sighed. "I should, though. I've spent the past few months pining over him!"

Sam moved closer to the distressed boy and caressed his cheek. "Darling, you don't have to do anything you don't want."

Blaine's eyes glistened amorously. He bit his lip and nodded.  "Does that mean I can do anything I want?"

Sam laughed. "Not exactly anything. What do you have on your mind, sweetheart?" he said, making ferocious eye contact with the boy.

Blaine gulped, his panicky voice riddled with desire. Blaine slowly closed the gap between their bodies and intertwined a hand in Sam's dirty blonde hair. "I don't want to miss out on you," he said, his lips trembling in anticipation.

Sam gently entangled his lips with Blaine's. Blaine gasped into the kiss. He had waited two years to feel Sam's lips. His chapstick addiction definitely payed off, since his lips were soft and delicate. They were large, but he kissed nice. Sam's bottom lip jutted into his mouth slightly and his top lip rested on the top of Blaine's lips. Sam moaned softly, trying to keep his dominance. He put hips around Blaine's waist. Blaine's growing arousal nearly jutted out of his boxers. Sam smirked at the arousal of his friend and moved hi did hands down to his waistband. Blaine gasped and pulled Dam by his tie into the chair in his dressing room.

"I need you, Sam," Blaine said, moaning into another passionate kiss. Sam smirked and reached for a condom then undid his belt. Blaine cussed and kissed Sam again messily. Sam wrapped his fingers around Blaine's waistband.

"Alright?" he said, breaking the kiss to make eye contact. Blaine nodded, desperately missing his touch. Sam pulled off Blaine's boxers and slid a condom onto his member. His sheathed swords pierced Blaine's walls as he entered him cautiously. Blaine gasped, feeling his bestfriend inside of him. He grabbed onto Sam's back. Sam wrapped his hands around his waist and began to slowly thrust into Blaine's ass. Blaine was tight around his pulsating cock. Blaine arched his back as Sam continued to slam his prostate with accuracy and momentum. The constant tempo made his back arch. He tried his best to keep his moans silent, but the only way he could do that would be if he was silenced by Sam's tongue. Precum began to drip from Blaine's erection. He moaned Sams name into his mouth, praying that his moment could be kept only for the two of them. Blaine spaded his nails into Sam's back. He dug them through his clothed back and dragged them alongside it as his legs shook. Terror and anticipation filled him as he felt his orgasm coming. Sam groaned inside of him. Blaine let out a muffled shriek and clawed Sam's back as he erupted with pleasure. Seeing Blaine in his erotic state made Sam orgasm with him. The two pulled back, slick with sweat, hickeys and cum. Sam panted, staring at Blaine, whose hair was in messy clumps.

Blaine sighed, his body still recovering from his orgasm. He bit his lip, knowing what he had just commit, but in a lustful haze mashed his lips with Sam's. "Let's get the fuck out of here."