After a few days of staying at home, waiting for his first day at Andrew Christian, Sam crossed yet another day off his calendar. It was almost his day! Looking up in bed, Sam could hear the sound of the shower water at full blast. Ignoring it, he scratched at his thigh, just below the leg band of his tight blue bikini briefs. Sam stood up and walked towards the shower, pausing as he looked over to see
Finn gone and hear the light snoring that came from Puck's room. He never understood Puck's snoring pattern, he only snored at very random times and other times he'd be quiet as can be.
Sam walked himself right out into the bathroom, grabbing at a razor on the shower's ledge and looked up to see a bright pink ass staring him in the eye. "What happened to your ass, dude?" Sam asked, before leaning back out of the shower and opening the medicine cabinet to retrieve some shaving cream.
Blaine jumped into the air, scared by Sam's voice, then fumbled to close the shower curtain again. Sam had seen his ass countless times, but the fact that his crush was seeing his bare behind still embarrassed him. The one thing that didn't embarrass him with Sam was telling him any secret, no matter how embarrassing it may be. "It's the damn secret society," Blaine whined as he shut the shower nozzle off. He wasn't supposed to tell Sam about the secret society, or anyone for that matter, but he did anyway. "Every time I say anything I wind up bent over someone's lap with a paddle smacking me around. Haven't you notice I've been sleeping on my stomach? I've been going commando and wearing shorts to bed too, to avoid your wedgies since that position opens me up to them."
"I've noticed," Sam laughed, leaning back against the wall, "I tried giving you a little wake up pull the other day and wound up with my fingers between your cheeks. Not fun."
"Well, the point is," Blaine started as he emerged from the bathroom with his towel draped around his waist. He began to walk out of the room and talking louder, "My ass is red and stings so much I can't sit."
Sam examined a bottle of lotion and grabbed it before he left the bathroom and spotted Blaine holding up a pair of jeans. Blaine stood in nothing but a pair of dark gray briefs as he turned to Sam with a smile. "Lay down on the bed, I'll put this on you," Sam offered.
Blaine blushed and looked down at his nearly hairless legs. "Sam, I don't really think either of us wants your hands massaging my ass."
"That doesn't mean it isn't necessary if you want to be comfortable and no longer in pain," Sam crossed his arms, "Lay down on your stomach in our bed."
Defeated, Blaine sighed and moved so he could lay down on his stomach. Clad in only his underpants and with his perky butt sitting up, he fidgeted a bit. "Are you sure that you're, uh, comfortable with this?" He paused for a minute, to move his hands in a position where they could hold his head up. That's when he felt the stinging burn of his legbands shooting up his ass. "What the hell, Sam!"
"I'm totally comfortable with rubbing your ass down, but I haven't wedgied my best friend in a while. And that you owe me," Sam laughed as he pushed the briefs further up his back with an evil laugh.
"Love you dude," he added with a final sharp yank onto Blaine's underpants. "Keep that in, gives me pretty easy access to these cheeks"
Blaine fidgeted a bit more, "I'm not sure how I feel about you saying that.""Well I'll say it or I'll give these bad boys another yank," Sam added, snapping Blaine's waistband again.
"Okay! Geez no wedgies. Just do it, okay?" Blaine blushed. Once again, feeling his cheeks get rubbed slowly and tenderly by Sam's hands made his body tingle in exhilaration. It was one thing to have Sam cuddle him but entirely different to have his hands massaging his ass with such dexterity. He had to fight a moan from deep within him. With his face against the pillow he smiled happily, his body warming beneath Sam's gentle hands. Hearing Sam clear his throat his ears perked up a bit.
