Sam woke up early in the morning. The flashing clock reading just six o'clock in the morning. He could still smell the wavering smell of Blaine's sugar cookie candles he always kept burning. His head resting on the pillow in the silent room. The only sound around him was the light, quiet breathing coming from a deeply asleep Blaine. His blonde hair ruffled up as he turned his head to look at his boyfriend. Getting to wake up every morning beside someone he really loved was amazing, like a dream he got to live over and over each and every morning. He could recount each and every little detail of Blaine's peaceful demeanor. His normally gelled hair ruffled about, curly and chaotic. His thin, smooth back arched just slightly and dipping down before Sam got his eyes to Blaine's perfectly plump derrière. Round and sticking out from underneath his tight gray camo print briefs. All the way down to his thighs that were a little thick for someone of his size. The blankets resting just beneath his thighs. Yes, Sam could remember each and every detail about the man he considered to be the love of his life. He tapped Blaine's back repeatedly with a smile on his face, "Blaine... Blaine..." He called out.
Blaine was groggy at best as he moved his head the tiniest best. He replied with a few syllables. Sam tapped him again, then began to shake him harder and harder with each passing second. Finally, Blaine opened his eyes enough to look into Sam's comforting green eyes and smile. "Good morning," He whispered. He slowly reached his hand out, lightly biting his top lip, as he put his hand on the side of Sam's face. A single kiss on Sam's cheek is what he planted, the same thing he did every morning.
"Good morning, babe," Sam gave a little smirk as his messy hair rubbed against the pillow. He couldn't help but flip over so he could straddle Blaine, his hands resting on Blaine's arms. "Tired?"
"It's six AM and you act like a child in the morning," Blaine snickered, pulling his arms out from underneath Sam and wrapping them right around his neck. He brought his boyfriend in closer, kissing him again. This time softly on his lips, letting himself linger for a few seconds. He let Sam's forehead rest against his.
"You have such morning breath," Sam teased, pressing his lips up against Blaine's, smushing them a bit as he smooched him. "You should brush your teeth."
Blaine reached his arms down Sam's back as he giggled, "You should watch your back before I pull your undies up your ass. What are they today?" He paused to lift his head up enough to spot Sam's tiny undies, "Bright yellow bikini briefs. Lookin' stretchy too."
Sam got a little shiver down his spine as Blaine's hands clenched his undies. They just started to feel like a natural wedgie as he did. He always shivered when Blaine grabbed his undies. He wasn't sure if it was the memories of Blaine pulling them down before they got it on or the memories of Blaine nearly ripping his butt in two with his wedgies. With a little grin, he shook his head. "Don't even try it, Anderson," He whispered with a powerful look in his eyes. There was no doubt that he would wedgie Blaine back for anything he did to him. Blaine knew that very well.
"You can think of it like sex, but it's like sex when I get to top," Blaine teased.
"So I know it won't make me cum," Sam teased, flashing Blaine a nice smile. He pushed Blaine underneath him more, Sam's legs around Blaine's lower torso. He still couldn't manage to shake Blaine's grip from his undies. Even worse, Blaine gave a hard yank. A pull that sent his bikini shooting between his cheeks like his old Cheerios thong. It rubbed against his taint at God speed. It even made Sam close his eyes and let his mouth hang open in pain.
"You really think it's a good idea to insult not only your boyfriend, but your boyfriend who literally has the decision as to whether you're gonna walk normal for the rest of the day or if your undies are gonna tear apart and leave you with a crack red as hell?" Blaine tiled his head, pulling up on Sam's undies slowly. He heard his boyfriend let out a slow, low-pitched moan. "Take it back."
