Sam’s breath caught as Blaine derobed. Despite the general darkness of the room aside for the faint light of the moon filtering in through the curtained window opening, Sam clearly caught sight of more of Blaine than he’d ever seen before. Subconsciously, he licked his lips and swallowed away the thick lump that was responsible for making drawing breath a challenge. Scooting aside a bit more to grant Blaine more room, Sam’s hands curled into fists at his side, willing himself to behave despite what he’d just seen. “I hope you mean strange in a good way, my Prince,” Sam murmured into the stillness, body unnaturally stiff as he became accustomed—or tried to at least—to the closeness. In spite of the prickling nerves sending chilly beads of sweat dancing down his spine, Sam smiled a tiny smile at Blaine’s reaction, well aware that he wasn’t the only one out of his element.
Deciding to take the first move, Sam draped an arm around Blaine’s waist loosely at first before tightening his grip and pulling the Prince close to him in an almost possessive hold. He buried his face in those soft curls that he’d missed so much and shamelessly tangled their legs, bodies flush against one another. “Good night, Prince Blaine,” Sam murmured, hand boldly finding the edge of the prince’s tank top and dipping beneath, resting against the bare skin of his back. There was heat everywhere, something only made worse by the exertion of a heart seemingly intent on beating itself into oblivion and despite his words, Sam’s eyes remained open, body and mind both focused entirely on just how perfectly Blaine’s form fit against his own, or how warm the shorter boy was, or the way their heartbeats would synchronize every now and again. He placed soft kisses in Blaine’s hair, fingertips idly drawing circles in the boy’s back as he tried his best to keep his thoughts innocent. He’d wanted all of Blaine so badly for so long, after all, and the closeness, although breathtaking, tormented him to no end.
There was a long silence, both of them seemingly laying still and afraid to make any sort of move. Blaine’s eyes were closed but he definitely was far from sleep, his heart beating too wildly within his chest. But then he suddenly felt Sam’s hand rest against his hip, and a jolt coursed through him. He twitched, trying not to show that he was really, really happy about the touch. But then suddenly Sam gripped onto him and pulled him in close, Blaine’s face in his chest and his legs becoming tangled with Sam. He gasped, his eyes fluttering open as he stared at the define lines of Sam’s muscles beneath his shirt. His fingers twitched against Sam’s abdomen, as his breathing became shallow and slightly ragged. Then Sam’s hand was moving underneath the fabric of his shirt, causing Blaine’s back to arch forward slightly. The small circles Sam made with his fingers was a stimulating sensation, making Blaine feel relaxed and a little light headed.
“Sam…” Blaine finally breathed out, a soft whine followed. “You’re impossible” Blaine said, a soft chuckle escaping from his lips. Blaine slowly tilted his head back so he could look up at him, getting a nice view of Sam’s neck from the angle. “How do you expect me to sleep like this?” he asked, leaning up and pressing slow kisses along Sam’s collarbone. His fingers moved up Sam’s chest, sliding over his pecs teasingly slow before moving back down to the hem of his shirt, fingers just barely touching the skin that was exposed there. He could feel himself slowly becoming erect, and knew Sam would notice it soon as well as his thigh was pressed firmly against the front of Blaine’s shorts. He wasn’t sure where he wanted this to go, but he had been holding back far too long and he wanted some sort of payoff. “Maybe….maybe we could…” Blaine pulled away slightly, face growing red as he wasn’t sure what to say. “I know you’ve been holding back Sam….we could…try going further than just kissing?” Blaine asked, as his fingers traced circles around Sam’s stomach.
The entire situation as a whole was remarkable for Sam. They’d come a long way since that day out in the garden, Sam mused, knowing that even then he wouldn’t have had the courage to hold the Prince like he currently was, or gaze down at him with such open, loving admiration as if Blaine were the only thing that mattered in the world. Although when they were like this, that truly was what it seemed like. It was just the two of them, and everything else was all secondary. Running calloused fingers lightly through Blaine’s curls, Sam cocked his eyebrow in questioning down at the boy as he explained his presence. “I know you were busy, Prince.. I’m not holding it against you,” Sam initially replied, fingers threading together at the small of Blaine’s back, keeping him close. The prince’s request caught him off guard, and no doubt the shock registered in the slight widening of his eyes. He hadn’t expected this, although secretly it was all he wanted. Even if he and Blaine didn’t do anything—which they probably wouldn’t—it was the intimacy with Blaine that Sam craved. The hour or so they’d set aside daily spent sharing rushed kisses and lingering embraces never was enough.
Automatically leaning down to reciprocate the kiss, Sam pulled back just enough to rest their foreheads together. “Hah, I’m that see-through, aren’t I?” He murmured with a small laugh, head slightly tilting as he pressed another, slightly deeper kiss to Blaine’s lips. Drawing back reluctantly, Sam kept their fingers laced as he stepped toward his modestly sized bed. It was certainly not a bed fit for a future king, but it would hold them both alright. Pushing away the blanket, Sam hopped onto the mattress with a pleased whoop before settling down onto his pillow. Although he seemed to be wholly enjoying himself, within his chest, his heart thudded wildly. The feelings coursing through his veins at finally getting to do something he’d only dreamed about since first spotting the Prince those few years prior were indescribable, and Sam was suddenly quite glad he was lying down for fear of becoming lightheaded otherwise. “You really have no idea what you do to me, do you?” Sam mused quietly to himself as he gently patted the bed beside him.
Blaine chuckled softly “Only a little…” he said, though he had honestly just said those words to tease Sam. As Sam pulled away Blaine suddenly shivered at the loss of his warmth, but was happy when Sam hadn’t yet pulled his hand away from his own. Blaine followed after him to the bed, Sam’s hand, unfortunately, pulling out of his own as he hopped into his bed. He watched as Sam made himself comfortable, smiling at the sight. But when Sam patted the space under the covers next to him Blaine felt his nerve kick in again as his heart thumped. “No, I don’t. Then again I don’t believe you’re aware what you do to me either” he said in return, smiling as he shook his head. He untied the front of his robe, letting it fall open as he slipped it off his shoulders. He was wearing his usual undergarments underneath. A matching tanktop and shorts, both milk white in colour and hugging his frame beautifully. He placed his robe aside, as he slowly crawled into bed next to Sam.
As he slid his legs beneath the quilt he suddenly felt incredibly hot. It wasn’t because of the room temperature, but because he was lying in bed next to the man he had only dreamed of doing this with. He slid down further, until his head was against the pillows, biting his lip as he felt as though his heart would beat out of his chest. “It’s so strange..” Blaine breathed, but realized Sam may take that the wrong way. “I mean…I’ve never layed next to anyone in bed other than my sister. This is…definitely a lot different…” he let out a breathy chuckle as he turned on his side to better face Sam.He had this incredible urge to press closer, to simply wrap himself up in Sam’s arms. But he wasn’t sure his boundaries, and he had just woken Sam from sleep after all. “Well….good night…” Blaine murmured softly, leaning in and kissing Sam quickly before pulling back to where he was before and laying down, pulling up the covers to his chin and closing his eyes.
The pass few weeks had felt like a dream for Sam. There really was no other way of putting it despite how cheesy he thought that sounded. But every time he finished up his nightly rounds and snuck into the Prince’s room to have what little time they got to spend alone together, Sam was sure there’d be a moment where he would finally open his eyes and there would be no Blaine and Sam, or quiet, softly shared kisses, or anything even remotely related to it. Still, he went along happily with it, disregarding his fears and concerns about them potentially getting caught.
Winding down finally for the night after a long, strenuous day of training to ensure extra protection at the coronation, Sam took himself a warm bath—definitely one of the perks of being a royal guard—dressed in his night garments, and climbed beneath the cool sheets of his bed. It was times like these when Sam found himself grateful for the physical exertion of his job. It left him too tired to think. Too tired to think about how he hadn’t seen Blaine much the past week or so as he reached his last leg of recovery, or how much he found himself simply longing for the Prince in more ways than one, ways that left him feeling shameful. He succumbed to sleep almost immediately, but what seemed like seconds after, he was roused from his slumber by a light knock on his chamber door.
Sam stiffened at first, concerned that it was perhaps the palace guard with accusations about his misbehavior with the prince. He feared for them both whenever they were together, after all. Running a hand through mussed blonde locks, Sam kicked away his blanket and padded across the floor to the entrance of his room. Instantly, the worry melted from his face the instant he saw Blaine. His lips quirked into a smile as he offered a small bow, stepping aside to allow Blaine entrance. “Prince.. I.. What a lovely surprise..” He said, unable to keep the excitement from his tone. Shutting the door behind the boy, he pulled Blaine into his arms, missing the closeness. “Mm.. Is everything alright?” He asked, blue locking with hazel as he gazed down at Blaine.
Blaine heard the sound of bare feet padding against the wooden floor, and Blaine was practically bouncing on the spot from how eager he was. Sam finally opened the door, and Blaine immediately smiled up at him. “Good evening Sam..” Blaine noticed Sam rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and he clearly looked like he had been laying in bed. Of course he was tired, Sam had to exert himself alot physically on a daily basis. Blaine frowned slightly as he stepped inside, despite Sam’s friendly tone he felt bad. “Sam I’m sorry I shouldn’t have-” Blaine was cut off as Sam pulled him into an embrace, Blaine immediately leaning into the touch and wrapping his arms back around Sam. “No…I just….god I missed you…” Blaine mumbled into Sam’s chest, knowing it sounded silly. He saw Sam nearly every day. But he could never see him like this, they never got to just give into their desires like this.
Blaine pulled away slightly to look up at Sam, smile returning to his face “I couldn’t sleep….I hadn’t seen you all day, the one day I could finally walk. It felt completely unfair…” he whined softly, giving one of his classic sad puppy expressions. “I’m sorry I woke you up but…I was hoping maybe you’d let me….sleep here tonight?” he asked, his cheeks a light shade of pink as he asked the question. “I asked Kurt to cover for me in the morning so we won’t get caught. I also know I don’t snore so you don’t have to worry about me keeping you up” Blaine’s eyes were practically sparkling as he looked up at Sam hopefully. “Plus…” Blaine said, leaning up as he wrapped his arms around Sam’s neck, leaning forward and gently pressing his lips against his. “You can’t resist me’ Blaine said, obviously teasing as he grinned slightly against Sam’s lips.
Blaine hadn’t been able to get any sleep that night. It had taken almost two weeks for his leg to heal properly, Blaine having to spend a lot of that time in his room for everyone’s fear that he would injure himself further. But who knew that laying in bed so much would ultimately make you feel restless? So now Blaine found himself staring up at the ceiling, sighing softly as sleep refused to come to him. It probably wasn’t helping that he couldn’t stop thinking about a stupidly attractive, tall, blonde male. Ever since Sam had taken him out for that small garden picnic, which was incredibly adorable on Sam’s part, the two of them had been growing closer than before. Whenever Sam came to visit him in his room he was slowly becoming more comfortable with touching him, with kissing him. Sure, all of the touches were still pretty innocent, and the kisses feather light and usually more so on his cheek or forehead than his lips. But Blaine couldn’t even bring himself to mind as being with Sam made him incredibly happy. Both of their obviously pent up sexual frustration could wait.
Today had been the first day Blaine had to finally leave his room and get some fresh air on his own again. He had been so excited as he planned all of the things he could go and ask Sam to do with him. But unfortunately his father crushed those plans as he needed his son to help with some formal things for the upcoming ball and also give him a lot of other boring, political stuff that Blaine hadn’t wanted to be a part of in the slightest. Several hours later he had found himself as he was now, his mind still stuck on all of the things he had wanted to do with Sam. He felt like this would stay with him through all hours of the night, eating away at him. He had missed a very opportune time to be with the handsome night, and it was like he couldn’t rest until he made up for it.
Eventually Blaine was pushing himself out of bed in frustration, grabbing his family royal robe and pulling it on, before heading out of his bedroom door. He knew this was completely irrational, going to Sam’s bedroom at probably 2 in the morning and hoping the boy would open up his door and his bed too him. It wasn’t like he wanted to have sex with the other boy, the mere thought had him feeling nervous and he knew he wasn’t ready. He simply wanted to lie next to him, to wrap his arms around him and have Sam help him push away all of the exhausting and stressful talks about marriage and responsibility.
He finally found himself in front of Sam’s door, lifting up his hand and knocking softly, hoping it was loud enough for Sam to hear without alerting anyone else. He suddenly felt his nerves build up, his mind telling him this was stupid and that he should just go back to bed. But his feet wouldn’t move,couldn’t move until he knew for sure Sam wasn’t going to come make things infinity better. But he really hoped Sam would, that he wouldn’t have fallen asleep yet and would take Blaine in his room for the night.
Sam didn’t speak for a while, resolving to simply let go and enjoy the tiny amount of time where he wasn’t in a constant state of guilty limbo with himself. He shouldn’t be ashamed of how he felt, after all men felt this way all the time toward women, but he was. He knew the fate of homosexuals in the kingdom, especially when monarchs are involved (no doubt the king would assume Sam corrupted his son) but the only thing that truly worried Sam was just what would befall his family if this got out. Aside from the shame of knowing their sole provider—one who was once a decorated knight—had been put to death for deviant behavior, who would take care of them? But then Blaine was speaking to him, and those gorgeous honey-hazel eyes were staring right into his soul, and suddenly Sam could hardly remember what he was worrying about in the first place. “You know why we can’t, Prince Blaine,” Sam answered after a moment, a forlorn tune to his words. Green hues locked on their interlocked fingers, and wordlessly Blaine turned his palms upward so that their fingers properly laced. It felt more right than anything he’d done before.
Considering Blaine’s words, Sam placed a soft kiss to the crown of his head, lips lingering as his gaze flickered upward to the beautiful garden scenery surrounding them. “People would grow suspicious,” he finally decided, a little worried at the fact he was actually considering what Blaine’d said. After all, if they were careful, there was no harm in it aside from the obvious sin. But Sam was at the point where he wanted to do something for him, and God, the bible, and sin were all secondary at that point. Nothing felt more right or as satisfying as holding Blaine in his arms and enjoying a day almost as beautiful as the Prince was. The word ‘married’ made him stiffen, and suddenly it all sank in just how real all of this was, and, what’s more, how limited their time truly was. His grip on Blaine’s hands tightened reassuringly.
The brush of Blaine’s lips against his skin sent a shiver down Sam’s spine, letting hi know right then and there that he couldn’t stop this even if he wanted to. He was addicted, too far gone to try and stop now. “I.. We’d have to be careful,” Sam warned hesitantly, wetting lips that’d suddenly grown dry and chapped. He brought one of the Prince’s hands to his lips and placed a soft kiss on his knuckles. “But.. I’d like to. I want to. Even if it’s only for a little while. I want to indulge.. But only if you truly want this, Prince Blaine. I’ll drop it and never speak of it again if you wish,” Sam added quickly, lips pursing into a thin line.
Blaine was setting himself up for Sam to turn him down. Sam had so many other things to worry about, he didn’t need Blaine wanting some secret romance going on that could risk his family, his job, and most likely his life. But then Sam was squeezing his hand as if to reassure him he wasn’t leaving. Blaine’s eyes fluttered open as he looked up at Sam expectantly. Then Sam said they’d have to be careful and Blaine’s heart throbbed in his chest. He pushed himself up slightly as he turned to face Sam a little better, just as Sam raised his hand and kissed his knuckles. His mouth hung open slightly as Sam continued to speak, as if his words were falling on deaf ears. But Blaine heard every word, but was stunned that the other boy was willing to try doing such a thing with him.
Ignoring his leg injury Blaine twisted himself around and pushed himself up, wincing slightly as he now sat on his knees, still between Sam’s legs, but now staring at him directly. He looked at Sam seriously, a small glint in his eye. “I want this more than you know….” he said, fingers sliding out of Sam’s grasp as he moved his hand up to Sam’s face, brushing some of the blonde strands of hair out of his eyes. He swallowed, his nerves acting up again as he thought Sam’s only doing this because you’re Prince. He doesn’t really want this. Does he? But Sam isn’t that cruel…He wondered if Sam knew exactly what Blaine was asking of him. Blaine wanted Sam to be his, even if only for a short while. He wanted Sam to treat him like they could actually have a relationship. He wanted to be held, to be kissed, to go to bed with him. He wanted so much, and he knew it was useless.
“Sam…” he said softly, eyes never leaving his. “Do you….do you really feel something towards me? Or do you do this only to ensure my happiness?” Blaine had to ask, thumb slowly stroking against Sam’s cheek. Before he could give him time to respond he leaned in and connected their lips again, fingers sliding back to the back of Sam’s neck and gripping slightly, pulling him in closer. But he pulled away before he could get carried away, cheeks flush as he leaned his forehead against Sam’s. “I’ve dreamt of this, of you, since we met. So please, don’t toy with my emotions if you only plan to do this to please me…” he said, sighing softly at the thought.
It was certainly one of those surreal moments where Sam knew that if he stopped to spare even a breadth of a moment of thought, he’d yank himself away and put so much distance between he and the prince that neither of them would probably realize what’d happened. But the solution was simple: don’t think. It was a feat surprisingly easy when something he’d been desiring for so very, very long rested as closely as Blaine did to him. Goosebumps erupted over his skin in an explosion of shivers that quaked his entire body at Blaine’s touch, even if it was light it still did things to him, things that left him grateful he’d stopped that whole ‘thinking’ thing because he was almost certain he’d be back at the castle by now if he let himself realize just what that slowly building pressure in his lower abdomen meant. Instead, he opted to simply ignore it, lips drawing away from Blaine just long enough to let the shorter boy properly arch, although his grip on Blaine’s hips did tighten almost possessively as if he’d been worried Blaine would move away.
Sam began to intermix gentle nips into soft kisses, never hard enough to leave any sort of mark, but just enough so that when his lips left, their presence still lingered. “I wish you could be mine, Prince..” Sam murmured, hand ghosting down from Blaine’s hips and over his thigh. He was probably saying too much, but he’d reached a point where it didn’t matter. He could (and probably would) deal with the consequences later. He was revealing his inner most feelings, things he’d kept purposely under wraps for a reason. “I wish I could hold you and treat you with the respect and admiration you deserve,” he sighed. “There are so many things I want to do with you.. To you..” His face felt unbearably hot as words he’d never be able to take back left his lips. Maybe he was being foolish, but Sam didn’t regret a thing.
Swallowing away the knot slowly forming in his throat, Sam drew away from the kisses and simply buried his face in the back of Blaine’s hair, relishing the closeness for a moment. His hands continued to trail along the Prince’s thighs, risking a dip inward every now and again, but never would he allow himself to be so bold, especially out in public. A small part of him felt guilty for putting the prince in this position in the first place. If Sam had just maintained his distance, Blaine would have gone on and gotten married and continued the Anderson bloodline as he was supposed to. Sam knew his place, he wasn’t stupid. There were just times when he wished stature didn’t matter.
Blaine felt Sam begin to get a little bolder as his kisses turned into small nips against his skin, feeling Sam’s teeth drag along his neck. He knew Sam was being cautious, anyone would if in the same position. But apart of him wanted Sam to simply leave some sort of mark on his skin, some trace that this was actually happening and Blaine wouldn’t wake up in bed with messy sheets. But Sam’s words brought him down to reality again, as he pulled away slightly so he could turn and look at Sam “You wish you could?…Then why….why can’t you…” Blaine said the words knowing fully well why Sam couldn’t. Part of his was naive, and still didn’t understand it completely, but he knew. Sam would be putting too much on the line, and Blaine wasn’t selfish enough to ask that of him.
As Sam continued Blaine’s face grew hot, swallowing as he could feel Sam’s fingers start to move against his skin again. “Sam…you really shouldn’t be able to say all that when we can’t do anything about it…” he sighed, leaned back against Sam’s body as he felt Sam’s hands move up further along his thighs, and felt him inhale as he buried his face in his curls. Blaine’s fingers slowly moved up and then slid along Sam’s, his own fingers fitting in the spaces between Sam’s. “Why can’t we…just enjoy our time alone?…” Blaine said, wondering if they were really at such a high risk all of the time. “I don’t want people to know, because I don’t want you or your family hurt… We can carry on as we always do but….would it be so bad to simply enjoy one anothers company when we are sure we’re alone?….” he asked, his face so red he was glad Sam couldn’t see it from his angle. Blaine knew what he was asking had a very slim chance of being agreed upon. But he just couldn’t bare living on without Sam’s touch, with his kiss, without him. It would become unbearable now that he’s had a taste he just can’t go on without more.
“I’ll need to get married soon…” Blaine suddenly said, his fingers suddenly shaking slightly against Sam’s. “I…I know that when that does happen our time will become even less, and then after that I’ll be King and who knows what will happen…” Blaine suddenly sounded distressed, as his fingers curled into Sam’s palm, showing that this was something he’s clearly thought of before. “I just…I have you for now Sam and I want to cherish that fact. I know we can’t ever be with one another but…please if only until the coronation….” Blaine swallowed, knowing he was asking so much and being so selfish, but he just needed something. “Just when we’re alone….can we…can we do things like this?” Blaine asked, turning his body slightly as he nuzzled his face under Sam’s chin, placing a gentle kiss against Sam’s neck. His eyes closed as if scared to see Sam’s face, his reaction. He didn’t want to have to let go, not yet at least.
Sam would have the moment. He didn’t care how wholly inappropriate or ‘bad’ it was, because truthfully it’d been a long time since he’d just done something for himself. He knew Blaine felt similar to how he did and yet here he was, holding back and hesitation for fear of not only persecution on his part, but possible problems with Blaine and his father. The king was a reasonable man, sure, but Sam wasn’t sure there was a noble on the planet who would tolerate homosexuality—especially from his own son. He sighed at this, wondering how Blaine’s head fitted perfectly on his shoulder could possibly negative in any way. He paused in his kneading for a moment to simple relish in the warmth both Blaine’s slight form and the overhead sun provided. It was perfect. Blaine was perfect, and Sam didn’t want to change a thing.
Remaining silent as Blaine explained the origins of the wine, Sam’s gaze remained hopelessly trained on milky skin that stretched taunt and relaxed as Blaine spoke, and on the visible corners of his lips. The blonde’d missed much of what Blaine had said, but he forced himself to tune back in as Blaine returned to their earlier subject. Still, Sam was distracted; he couldn’t help it, Blaine’s proximity made thoughts hard to come by. A tiny voice in the back of his mind continuously whispered do it, and Sam wetted his lips uneasily. Blaine was waiting for a response and all Sam was doing was sitting near frozen, caught in a state of moving forth and pulling away before he did something stupid.
Perhaps it was the second guessing that finally drove Sam to his breaking point. Whatever it was, he was grateful because the instant his lips brushed Blaine’s pulsepoint, an electric bolt of pure excitement and relief shot through his body. He lay tiny kisses gently up the side of the monarch’s neck, lips pressing to his adam’s apple, up to a spot just behind his ear, and even a bit further down his jawline. “Because.. You are perfect,” he murmured in between kisses, voice breathless and heart thumping a million miles a minute in his chest. “You’re amazing, and kind, and wonderful.. I’m lucky to even be in your presence as I am now,” he went on just as quietly, a shudder crawling across his shoulders as his hands fell to rest about Blaine’s hips.
Blaine simply stared back at Sam, as Sam seemed to be dazed or seemingly somewhere else during this conversation. It irritated him slightly, just what on earth could be so important to Sam to think about right now. He had even stopped the kneading on his back, and Blaine let out a soft whine. “Sam, what are you daydreaming of? Hellooo-” Blaine’s breath caught in his throat as suddenly Sam had leaned in and pressed his lips to a very sensitive part of his neck. It sent a shiver shooting through Blaine’s body, followed by a jolt of pleasure. Oh. So Sam had bee staring at his neck and thinking of this. Well then Blaine was not about to complain because he’d thought of this before and it just felt so much more amazing when it was actually being done.
“Sam…” he keened, his head instinctively lolling to the side to give the taller boy more access. Sam was going to be the death of him. With the mixed signals, and the stubborn loyalty, he would surely slowly unravel Blaine until there was nothing left of him. Each kiss got his heart beating faster, a small burning left behind wherever Sam’s lips touched. Then he was whispering next to his ear and god Blaine felt like smacking him for being such a tease. Where had this Sam been hiding this whole time. Would Blaine have to injure himself just to get Sam to do this with him, because he probably would do it again. He couldn’t even care right now if this was some form of pity, because Sam was touching him, kissing his skin, and it was one of the greatest moments of his lifetime.
”No…you’re perfect…” Blaine mumbled back as his eyes fluttered closed, hands sliding down and over Sam’s thighs, squeezing them slightly. “So perfect…” he breathed. He couldn’t even recall what they were talking about moments before, Sam’s actions causing his brain to short circuit. All he knew was that he hoped it wouldn’t be like before and Sam would get scared an pull off. Blaine knew they were in no danger of being caught here, not right now anyway. If there was any danger Blaine would stop it himself…most likely. His back arched a little, ignoring the pain from the stretch in his stomach as he felt Sam’s hands move to his hips. Blaine couldn’t help that even the slightest touch got him going. He was a virgin, this was literally a whole new world to him.
Sam felt small as Blaine shot down his thought. Of course it was silly, after all a world without kings and nobles would be one of chaos and disorder. He was content where he was, knowing that his family was safe within castle walls and that he would have a pretty stable income for as long as he was willing and able to work for the king. Everything else was simply details.. His feelings were irrelevant and blasphemous. He shook away the thoughts, bitter and a bit sad. “There are a lot of things that make you better than me, Blaine, and I’m not just talking about your status as Prince,” he murmured truthfully, swirling around his wine in its glass and watching the dark liquid dance along the sides of the crystal.
Drawn back to the conversation first by the loud noise coming from Blaine’s neck as well as his description as to how he was feeling, Sam blinked once before green eyes lit up with an idea. He was far beyond overstepping his bounds now, so honestly he wasn’t at all surprised when the notion of giving Blaine a massage in lieu of Kurt formed in his mind. He hesitated in his seat, gaze traveling from Blaine to the glass being offered to him. Leaning forth, he wrapped his lips gently around the lip and took a cautious sip, half-noting the tart flavor as his mind reeled from the simple fact that he’d just shared a drink with Blaine. Like lovers. No. He frowned, lips pursing. Not like lovers. He averted his gaze and shifted slowly behind Blaine.
“Let me help..” Sam offered in a quiet tone. He was well versed in the ways of massage, it was, after all, a necessary bit of knowledge to have while out on the field with knights suffering from fatigue and sore muscles. Scooting forth, Sam parted his legs and fitted Blaine between them before he started to carefully knead and massage the muscles of his neck, mid back, and upper arms, gaze flickering away and back to the lightly tanned skin of the back of Blaine’s neck practically begging for Sam’s kisses, for his touches in a more intimate manner than what he was delivering. He clenched his jaw, hating himself for being so weak. “The wine was delicious, by the way. Thank you,” he said in some effort to draw away his attention.
Blaine had opened his mouth as if to make a comment on how Sam had said he was better than him, but stopped as Sam leaned forward and took a sip from the glass. He had meant that Sam could take it and sip from it, but instead Sam had simply placed his lips against the glass from where he sat, and Blaine had to tip the glass forward in order to give Sam a sip. His hand holding the glass shook slightly, watching as Sam’s neck stretched in order to reach the glass, his adam’s apple bobbing as he drank down the liquid. His eyes then moved slowly back up to Sam’s lips as they pulled off the glass, moist with wine as he licked them clean. Blaine was pretty certain he looked ridiculous right now, staring at Sam as if he was in some sort of trance, eyes distant and lips slightly parted.
When Blaine came back down to reality Sam was slowly moving towards him, and Blaine had no idea what he was doing, his heart beat increasing in pace. Sam was them behind him, his legs sliding forward so their thighs touched, Blaine now sitting between Sam’s legs. Blaine swallowed, trying not to think about the position as Sam’s hands began to slowly work at his back. Blaine immediately leaned into his touch, his body finally relaxing as he let out a soft groan. “Oh…yes that’s nice…” he practically purred with content, eyes fluttering shut as he let Sam’s hand run over the back of his body. As much as he loved Sam’s hands being on him and could be thinking of all the other things Sam could be doing with his hands, Blaine’s back was actually really sore and so he was enjoying the actual stress release Sam was giving him right now.
“It is rather exquisite…it was brought from a country rather far from here, and it- ahhh that’s nice ” he moaned softly, his head leaning back to rest against Sam’s shoulder, his body practically melting into Sam’s touches. His eyes opened to look up at Sam’s, honey brown meeting with hazel green’s, his heart thumping inside of his chest to remind him how much Sam effected him. “Why do you think I’m so much better than you? You support a large family almost all on your own, you don’t expect anything from anyone, you work hard and put your life on the line for our entire Kingdom, and most of all you put up with me on a daily basis” he said, the last few words clearly teasing. “You’re an amazing man Sam….I feel like you would be much more worthy of taking over the throne than I. But I also wouldn’t want that, because I like who you are now and I wouldn’t want royalties or status to change who you are…” Blaine said, knowing that while Sam was very humble having that much power could easily change any man.
Sam knew that his ability to be sneaky was pretty much limited to his performance on the battle field, so he was sure Blaine saw right through his plan (or more like hope) of getting invited to join Blaine on the impromptu picnic. He suppressed a smile as soon as he heard Blaine speak again, inviting him back to the checkered blanket. Maybe he was overstepping his boundaries again by doing all of this, but in that moment Sam couldn’t find it in himself to care. He’d deal with the possible repercussions later; he was just so tired of denying himself what he really wanted. He’d spent the last three or so years in semi-involuntary servitude and, while he loved his duty to the King and his family, Sam was growing weary. Always did others come first. It felt nice to go around to the spare side of the blanket and take a seat, legs folded gently up underneath him.
It was a beautiful day, made even more beautiful by the flawless, curly-haired boy sitting beside him, and Sam wouldn’t have it any other way. He didn’t even need to touch the food, the current set up of him just basking in the warm heat of the sun and enjoying Blaine’s company was more than enough. Resting back on his arms, Sam sat in silence for a moment, a faraway gaze trained up to the cloudless blue sky, a small, content smile on his lips. “Do you ever wonder what life would be like if we weren’t Princes and knights and knaves?” he finally murmured, tone soft and thoughtful. “Things would be far less complicated..”
Sounding almost sad, Sam brought the glass of wine to his lips and took a cautious sip. He’d had wine before, but even the royal wine tasted better and more refined. Everything was better within castle walls, Sam had become convinced of this a long, long time ago. It was a world of glamour and prestige that he sometimes wondered what his younger siblings would think of it if they were ever permitted to visit. He missed them more than he cared to admit, but he wasn’t about to unload on the prince. “So.. Um, anyway, how are you feeling today, Prince?” He asked perhaps a little too quickly, eager to shift the subject to something else.
Blaine looked up at Sam’s words, catching his gaze and turning to look up into the clouds where Sam was looking. He was reminiscent about him and his sister looking up and making out what clouds looked like what objects. Like now, where one looked like a rabbit. “A world where we’re all the same? Then who would pay everyone? How would we keep others in order? As optimistic and nice as it sounds for everyone to be equal Sam, it isn’t very realistic…” he noticed the change of Sam’s expression, and frowned himself. “It would be nice though…” he said, reaching across and placing a hand on top of Sam’s. “I’m not much for labels or status, if you believe me. I don’t see what makes me any better than you…” Blaine said, giving Sam a gentle smile. It was true, Blaine often wished he wasn’t the Prince. He often felt like he wasn’t deserving of such a title.
He watched Sam drink out of his glass, and couldn’t help but chuckle softly behind his hand at the sparkling look in Sam’s eyes. He always seemed so impressed and in awe of what the castle had to offer, especially in terms of alcohol. “Do you like it?” he said, his tone almost teasing before Sam asked how he was feeling. “I’m still in pain, although the herbs and alcohol really dull the feeling. I feel a little bit sore from being in bed for so long. I haven’t had Kurt around to give me my daily massages and without them it feels like torture. The women offered to help but…I don’t feel right with someone’s unfamiliar hands on me…” he said, his face a look of discomfort as he rolled his shoulders, a slight crack coming from his neck “Ahh….that feels nice…” he sighed.
He took a sip of his own wine, it being of a different flavour than Sam’s, and hummed softly in pleasure. “Oh, that’s delicious, you should try some of mine Sam” he offered, holding out his glass to Sam as he licked his lips clean. Blaine always wanted to spoil Sam. He always asked for so little, and gave all his money to his family. Blaine felt like Sam deserved to be spoiled, deserved to just relax once in awhile and divulge in pleasures he didn’t often have. Like now, with the wine and the food. Blaine knew Sam usually ate at home, it being easier to afford. Blaine wished he could find a way to have food sent to his place, to feed him and his large family. But sadly there was no way for him to manage that without his father getting suspicious.
Flashback: Blaine Anderson; 13 years old
It was a hot summer’s day, the sun beating down and the wind barely blowing enough to create a breeze. Blaine had been woken up early by his sister, jumping on his bed as she sung aloud for him to wake up. Blaine was never a morning person, even at the age of 13, he simply pulled the covers up further and groaned. “Come on sleepyhead, you can’t sleep the day away. I need you!” she insisted, and Blaine could feel her pouting through the thick blanket. He slowly pulled it down, curls tossled about as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. “Rachel, what could you possibly need me for so early in the morning?” he whined softly, honey brown eyes blinking as he tried to adjust to the light coming through his window and focus on his sisters eager looking face. She bit her lip, reaching forward and pulling on Blaine’s hand, trying to practically drag him out of bed. “It’s Quinn’s birthday today! I want to make her a surprise before she’s sent to check up on me in my room. Please Blaine you need to help me!” she begged, tugging on his arm again. “Alright, alright! I’m coming…” he yawned as he finally sat up in bed, stretching his arms out above his head.
By the time he had gotten dressed, with some help from his sister since Kurt was never around until later in the day, Rachel had dragged him down the halls out the door and into the private garden. “What exactly are we doing here Rachel? I thought you wanted to surprise Quinn?” Blaine had thought perhaps his sister wanted to grab Quinn breakfast or something of the sort, then again she would not have needed Blaine’s help for that. Rachel suddenly turned and opened the basket she was carrying, pulling out a stylish looking vase with a bow perfectly wrapped around it. She handed it to him, and Blaine looked at it with a brow raised “So, you want to get her flowers then?” he said, that being the only logical conclusion. Rachel nodded her head “I always see her looking at the Carnation’s when she takes walks with me through the garden. They must be her favourite. It’s the least I can do for her for all she does for me” Rachel said with a smile. Blaine looked down to the vase in his hand, then groaned ” You woke me up to fetch you water?” Rachel grinned, clearly amused with his discomfort “You know I can’t very well go down to the river, I would ruin my dress. It’s a man’s job” she insisted, but Blaine still felt like this was some form of torturing him.
But he went off, heading down to the river so he could dip the vase into the water so that his lovely sister would have something to place the flowers in. On his way back he couldn’t help but turn his head as he heard the familiar clang of steel and grunts of what sounded to be boys close to his age. He looked over to the training area, the place where all young aspiring knight’s were brought to learn valuable skills they would need to becoming a knight in the future. Blaine rarely got to see them, since they always practiced so early. It piqued his curiousity, and he saw no harm in taking a slight detour so he could watch them practice. He headed over, stopping once he got to the wooden fence and placing the vase on the ground. He hopped up, sitting on the top of the fence as he decided to sit and watch what exactly these boys did.
It seemed they were practicing how to wield a blade. It was actually quite the sight, to see boys holding swords half their size. A lot of the boys already looked rather well built, clearly already having a decent amount of training and work put into themselves. As Blaine scanned the crowd he couldn’t help it as his eyes caught on one boy in particular. He was tall, but his body was thin and looked rather silly holding a blade so large. His hair was golden, and shaggy, Blaine noting that he could really use a haircut. He happened to look at the boy just as he was knocked back onto his ass, groaning as he clearly hadn’t mastered whatever move they were trying to learn. Blaine couldn’t help it as he giggled softly, covering his mouth as he did so. But the boy seemed to notice, as he turned his head and stared directly at the prince. Blaine stared back, brown meeting blue, as the blonde boy seemed to suddenly go red with embarrassment. Blaine had to admit, that was cute. Then the boy pushed himself back up, a look of irritation on his face as he got back into the stance, trying the move over again. Well, he was certainly determined, Blaine had to give him that.
As he continued Blaine caught the boy side eyeing him, as if he was constantly checking for how Blaine to react. Was he trying to impress him? Well, he was the Prince after all, he would be the future king at some point. But the fact that this boy was trying so hard to impress Blaine who hardly knew a thing about sword fighting or becoming a knight was actually rather adorable. It caused Blaine to smile, and the boy seemed to notice as he stopped and looked alarmed. But the boys instructor smacked him over the head “Ow…” the boy winced, rubbing his head in agony. “Pay attention Samuel!” he said, and Sam looked embarrassed as he turned back to what he was doing. Samuel. Blaine decided that this boy intrigued him, more than the others. Perhaps it was because he didn’t look like the type to be a knight, perhaps it was because he was entertaining. Whatever the reason, Blaine wanted to remember that name for the future.
“Blaine!” he heard a shriek behind him, wincing as he slowly turned around and faced a very disappointed looking Rachel. ”I ask you to get me water and you’re goofing off, typical” she scoffed. Blaine rolled his eyes “I got you the water, I was just looking to see what the knight’s training looked like. Some of these men will be working for me one day you know” Blaine stated matter of factly. Rachel rolled her eyes, crossing her arms across her chest. “Yes, and I feel sorry for every last one of them” Rachel teased, grinning. “Now come on, we need to get these back before Quinn arrives!” Rachel said, leading the way as Blaine picked up the vase and sighed, hurrying after her.