When Blaine reaches back toward Kurt, Kurt passes Blaine the lube and then reaches beside to the nightstand for a condom to toss over to Sam. Meanwhile, Blaine moves up the bed and lies back into the pillows. His movements are easy, confident and calm, which Kurt is relieved to see. The interplay of nerves and novelty hasnt been enough to hinder Blaines desire or enthusiasm. Either that or hes doing a fine job of acting: sometimes its still hard to tell. But, Kurt is at least certain that Blaine feels comfortable. A smile smile bends his lips.

As Blaine settles, his gaze holds steady within Sams. Blaine opens and bends his legs beneath Sams wide-eyed attention. Sams not quite as relaxed as Blaine; hes gone solemn with apprehension and arousal. A stutter of hesitation is in his movements as he follows Blaine up the bed and gingerly rests a hand on Blaines bent knee.

Without once glancing away from Sam, Blaine uncaps the lube and squeezes a generous amount of gel onto the tips of his index and middle fingers. After his orgasm, Kurts head is clear, and he watches avidly. Blaine hitches one leg up, making Sams light touch slip from his knee to his shin. Sams grip tightens, and he inhales sharply, not quite a gasp, but its enough for Kurt to feel the sound rouse an echo of sensation within himself, a sharp and eager pang.

Blaine dips his lubed fingers down between his legs, smiles more broadly with hopeful invitation, and he begins to finger himself open, thighs wide for Sam to see everything. The precise motion of Blaines hand, Kurt cannot see, but hes witnessed this often enough that he has a good idea of whats filling up Sams gaze. Blaine bites into his bottom lip and Kurt sees the way the muscles of his forearm ripple, the way his bicep contracts, the way his eyelids shiver.

Even better is the way Sams breathing hastens at the sight, making his chest rise and fall with each deepening breath. The heated interest in the weight of Sams gaze makes Kurt wonder again: how long has a moment like this occupied space in Sams sexual fantasies? Kurt wonders too, if its always been Blaine, or if—maybe, perhaps—for a time it may have been himself.

"Does that feel good?" Sam asks, softly enough, but in the silence thats stolen upon them, its abrupt. He shifts closer between Blaines splayed legs and puts his free hand on Blaines other leg, pushes it wider.

"Mm, yeah," Blaine murmurs, spreading himself further for Sams scrutiny. The motion of his hand becomes more forceful, the slick sound of Blaines well-lubricated thrusts punctuates.

"Can I?" Sam asks in a rush. "Try?"

"Oh..." Blaine says. "Uh, sure... yeah." Blaine shifts, withdraws his own touch, and he passes Sam the lube before groping in the sheets for a tissue. Kurt feels a fresh swell of heat in his belly, and the ache of his own curiosity twists low. To see Sam wanting Blaine; Sam wanting to touch Blaine; Sam wanting to fuck Blaine: its all tinged with a swimmy sort of surrealism, like theyve shifted out of time somehow. Their shared fantasy has overtaken their reality.

Kurt glances away from Blaine and Sam to the glowing numbers of the digital clock on the opposite night table. Its not yet midnight, though it feels as if theyve been in this room for eons. Like the whole universe has collapsed into this one time-worn hotel room, shared among them as if they are the only beings in existence, and the few hours they have together have expanded into an eternity bound up within its walls.

"Okay?" Sam is asking Blaine, and Blaine is murmuring encouragement. Sams moving his hand between Blaines legs slowly, with concentration creasing a line between his eyebrows. And Blaine is... Blaine is beginning to struggle, blinking too rapidly, quick breaths catching in his throat. Its not just the way it feels, Kurt understands, but that its Sam doing this for Blaine.

"Like this?" Sam asks, and Kurt cant tell what he does exactly, but Blaines leg jerks.

"Oh, yeah," Blaine whispers and his eyes squeeze shut. A drop of perspiration breaks free of his hairline, tracks down his temple. Precome drips from the blood flushed head of his cock.

Sam asks, "Is that—?"

Emphatic, "Yes, oh, fuck... right there, god. Right fucking... oh!"

Sam presses more firmly, Kurt can see his whole arm flex. He works in with his entire bodyweight behind the movement, rocking Blaine against the pillows. Sams attention is so fixed upon Blaine as he works into him with his fingers—hes so consumed by Blaine already, its one of the most erotic moments of Kurts life, simply witnessing this.

"Faster?" Sam asks, growing breathless.

"No," Blaine gasps out. "Just... steady, and... firm."

"Yeah," Sam says, and he fucks Blaine with his hand. And the wet, rhythmic sound of it, its so much louder, more brazen and obscene, with Sam doing it than it seems when Kurt does it himself. "How do I know when—?" Sam asks.

"Im ready," Blaine says, "when youre ready."

"Then Im ready," Sam says with a hint of humor, and he finds the condom resting on the bed nearby. Hastily tears into the wrapper and rolls the condom over his cock.

Blaine relaxes, lets his legs drop back to the bed, and he opens his eyes. "How do you want to—?" he asks, starting to sit up.

"Can we do it like this?" Sam asks, touches Blaines shoulder fleetingly. "With you on your back? Like, does that work?"

"It does." Blaine lies back again, pulls his knees up toward his chest, and holds his legs open with his hands cupped behind his knees. He curls his spine. Offers.

Kurt stops breathing. Theres a sharp emotion then, keen and unexpected. Not jealousy to see Blaine so bold and unselfconscious, but pride at how extraordinary and generous he is with a lover, pride that someone else can appreciate it, that its no longer a secret kept in Kurts own heart. He can share this with Sam, dear and trusted. Can see the admiration and affection in Sams gaze, and Kurt understands, in the moment, that this was never going to be simply about Sam taking an opportunity to get off at the wedding.

Kneeling up and splaying his knees out wide, Sam puts his hands on the backs of Blaines thighs, and theres reverence in his touch too, plain to see in the way his fingers spread and stroke Blaines skin and his thumbs press into taut muscle. "Right," Sam says, but his tone isnt as certain as the word itself.

So Blaine lets go of himself, reaches down with one hand, helps position Sams cockhead at his opening. "Go ahead," Blaine says, and he gropes across the mattress for Kurt with his other hand. Kurt reaches back.

Sam nudges forward with his hips, but then, abruptly, tips forward with a startled, "Ah!" as his cock slips down Blaines cleft instead of pressing into his body.

"Its okay. Just..." Blaine says, stretching his arm further down to help Sam. "You have to push a little harder."

Sam nods and collects himself, and then he does push harder, and Kurt can see the instant his cock breaches Blaine. Blaine grunts as Sam slides in, and Sams mouth falls open. "Oh... oh. Oh, wow." he says.

Blaine makes a pleased sound. "Thats it," he sighs.

Sam doesnt move for several panting breaths. Just holds himself still and unflinching. "God, thats... tight."

"Uh huh," Blaine says and flexes his spine in encouragement. "Just take it easy at first, okay? Not too fast to start."

"Yeah," says Sam, braces one hand flat on the bed as he leans over Blaine and sinks in deeper. "It feels good?" Sam asks.

"So good," Blaine replies; he wraps his freed leg around Sams lower back and holds on to Sams upper arm.

Sam rocks his hips shallowly, working his way in painstakingly slowly. Kurt knows its got to be the sweetest torture for Blaine, but Blaine takes it without complaint while Sam moves, curiously and cautiously, like hes trying to understand how this new thing hes doing works. Or like hes afraid of hurting Blaine.

"This okay?" Sam asks.

"Mmhm," Blaine says. "I promise, Im good, Sam."

"You wont break him," Kurt says. "He can take more." Kurt lifts himself from his sprawl and shifts closer beside them. Puts a hand on Blaines shoulder and glances up at Sam. "If you want to give him more."

Sam spares a glance back at Kurt, and then, with a nod, he pushes in the rest of the way, with a single deep thrust. Sam swears in a way Kurt has never heard before (not even while playing Halo), and Blaine hums in satisfaction—and then, as Sam pulls out only to thrust back in, Blaine bites down on his bottom lip and moans, rocks up to meet Sam. And that makes Sam swear even more vehemently.

In response, Blaine releases the grip of his teeth and grins. "You like that?" Blaine asks.

Sam nods. "Fucking fuck," he says.

"Yeah, okay, come on and fuck me then," Blaine says, moving out of sync with Sam, trying to draw him into a quicker tempo.

"God, okay," Sam says, works to keep pace with Blaines impatience. "I thought you said slow at first."

"Were past at first."

Kurt covers his mouth and grins at them.

"Im not," Sam says, as he grapples with Blaines leg around his waist, hoisting it up over his elbow and trying to coordinate their bodies better. "Work with me, dude," he says with a lopsided smile.

"Newbie," Blaine says with a flash of a grin back.

Sam falters and smothers a sudden laugh against the inside of Blaines knee.

"Oh my god," Kurt says, and rolls toward the pillow to muffle his own laughter. He truly expected this to be more awkward, but their banter is delightfully easy. Its unexpectedly compelling to see them laughing together while Sam is inside Blaine for the first time. Grinning, Kurt lifts his head and stretches his neck so he can press a kiss to Blaines flushed cheek while he slips his hand down to rest it upon Blaines tense belly.

Blaine relaxes a little bit, and lets Sam get his bearings. Kurt reaches down further for Blaines cock, curls his fingers around loosely, and kisses below Blaines jaw. "Theres no hurry, baby," Kurt chides warmly, smiling against his sweat damp throat. "Youve waited this long, let Sam do it his way."

Beneath his lips, Kurt feels Blaine swallow. Can feel, too, the impact of each of Sams thrusts, shifting Blaines entire body against the mattress, making his cock bounce within the cage of Kurts fingers. "Yeah, yes," Blaine says, tangling a hand into Kurts hair and holding his lips against his skin. "Kurt."

Kurt angles his head so he can look up at Sam, and its an impressive view from the pillow beside Blaine, of Sam, in motion, his mouth slack, his forehead furrowed, his skin flushed and gleaming with exertion.

Sam straightens, adjusting his hold on Blaine to his hips, lifting him up to meet every shove in as Sam measures out a quick, even rhythm. The change of angle makes Blaine arch and cry out loudly. Kurt releases Blaines cock, slides his open palm up to feel the rapid thud of Blaines heartbeat behind his breastbone.

"Oh, Jesus," Blaine mutters and then he moans long and low, grinds his ass up to meet Sam. Lets go of Kurts hair to reach for his own dick, but Kurt catches his hand in his own. Holds it still against Blaines solar plexus. "Not yet," Kurt murmurs, and he sucks a soft kiss against Blaines neck.

"Are you...?" Sam grits out between heaving breaths. "Going to come?"

"Im getting close, yeah," Blaine says, tight twists of his hips to match every thrust. "If you keep that up."

At that, Sam slows down, and with a pained sound, pulls out. "Fuck," Sam says.

Blinking in surprise, Kurt lifts up to his elbow, raises his head. Blaine trembles beside him, gasping for air. His hips buck within Sams hold, seeking the contact thats been lost. He lets out a frustrated groan.

Sam is trembling as much as Blaine when he looks to Kurt. "Like this?"

And, oh, Sam was definitely listening earlier. Kurt threads his fingers into Blaines hair and tugs his head back so he can get a better look at Blaines pleasure etched expression. Blearily, Blaine opens his eyes to look up at Kurt.

"Yes," Kurt says, smiling down at Blaine. "Like that."

Blaine sighs and relaxes. "Okay," he says dazedly.

So Sam pushes back in. Fucks Blaine until hes close again, crying out with desperate entreaty, and Kurts holding on to both his hands, pulling Blaines arms up over his head. Giving him an anchor. Then Sam slows again and stops, but he doesnt pull out, just stops and holds Blaine fast against him. Kurt can see its harder for Sam this time. Hes struggling too, almost as much as Blaine. Blaines fingers are fiercely tight around Kurts.

"So close," Blaine murmurs softly without opening his eyes, but he soon goes limp in Sams grasp.

Upon Blaines hips, Sams fingers flex and press in. He breathes harshly through gritted teeth.

"Turn him over," Kurt suggests. "Hands and knees, hell last longer that way, and you wont have to."

"Okay?" Sam asks Blaine, and Blaine nods. Kurt eases his hands from Blaines grasp and helps coax Blaine to turn over and lift up to all fours, while Sam gets behind him, one hand on Blaines ass as he positions his cock. As he pushes back in, he stares down at Blaines body with a hot and eager gaze. Kurt has a good view of Blaines face, fluttering eyelashes and twisted lips, as Sam drives back in, picking up the pace immediately to fuck him steadily, and Blaines sweating and panting as he rocks back and moaning—soon nearly growling through his clenched teeth. Its clear he wants more than hes getting, but Kurt knows it takes a hand on his cock for Blaine to come while hes on his hands and knees, and Blaines not going to touch himself without permission.

"Fuck him harder," Kurt says and he pets through Blaines hair. His own cock is pulsing heavily between his legs, and he could give it to Blaine to suck, but hes enjoying watching this without being distracted by his own pleasure. He offers Blaine his fingers instead, rubs at Blaines swollen bottom lip with his fingertips until Blaine parts his lips and sucks Kurts middle three fingers into the velvet heat of his mouth.

Blaine lifts his glassy gaze to Kurts as Sam shoves in harder, suckles and groans around Kurts fingers, and sways with each forceful impact of Sams hips and cock.

"Im— Oh, god," Sam says, gasps. "I cant... I have to come, Kurt."

Kurt tears his attention from Blaines face and looks up to Sam, sees how his whole face is flushed red and his hair is hanging in dark, damp stripes across his forehead, dripping sweat. And its like Sams not only informing him, but also asking him if he may—thats mindnumbingly hot and entirely unexpected. "Of course," Kurt says when he finds his voice.

With a great, ragged exhalation, Sam comes in Blaines ass with stuttering, jerky trusts, bowing his head, and squeezing hard at Blaines hips.

Kurt slides his fingers from Blaines slackening lips and bends down to kiss Blaines gasping mouth. "Please," Blaine whispers between kisses. "Im so close, Kurt." He whimpers miserably as Sam pulls out one final time.

Blaine crawls forward into Kurts arms, breathing heavily against Kurts neck; the wet tip of his cock presses against Kurts hip. But now Sam seems uncertain. He kneels beside them and rubs haltingly up and down Blaines back as his own breathing slows. Kurt gives Sam a reassuring smile. "That was really... wow," Sam says.

"Guys," Blaine mumbles in soft complaint, but its not without affection.

"Its okay," Sam says. "Were going to take care of you," Sam says to Blaine, but appends a "right?" directed at Kurt.

"We are, yes," Kurt says.

Sam, gestures at the condom on his dick and says, "Let me take care of this, first. Ill just..." He jerks his thumb toward the wastebasket by the dresser.

"Sure," Kurt says. He watches Sam get off the bed to deal with the condom. Sams so easy in his skin, like all the time and care he takes with it has given him a more profound integration with his own physicality. Kurt admires the sculpted lines of his body lit by the mild glow of lamplight: the sinuous shallow curve of his spine as he stands and the breadth of his shoulders; his high muscular buttocks and the long defined muscles of his thighs, the graceful slope of his neck and the strong taper of his waist; and Kurt strokes down the sweaty line of Blaines spine between his shoulder blades with a heart full of gratitude.

"Kurt," Blaine says.

"What do you want?" he asks quietly, his lips close to Blaines ear so its private between them. "Whats happening now?" Its a little play at their old fantasy sessions.

Blaine lifts his head. "You know this one," Blaine says, with a weak quirk of his lips, but sharp intention in his gaze. Kurt doesnt have to think for long to recall the knowledge.

"Thats true," Kurt says, smiling. "I do." He gets another condom from the box. the bottle of lube, and then he rearranges more pillows behind himself so he can recline more comfortably against the headboard. "Turn around, honey," he tells Blaine, "Straddle my lap."

And Sam comes back to the bed, alert and focused on Blaine.

Kurt unrolls the condom over his cock as Blaine turns and spreads his thighs over Kurts hips. Then, theres lube on his cock and more for Blaine. He braces one hand on Blaines lower back, and his fingers sink into Blaine gloriously easily, hes so well stretched and relaxed. "Mmm, so ready for me," Kurt says. He pushes three fingers in as far as possible and Blaine presses back eagerly to meet him. So Kurt pulls back and tucks his pinky in, pushes in until Blaines stretched wide and tight around his knuckles and a profound shudder ripples up his spine. Inside, Blaines muscles tremble around him, and Kurt just holds him like that for a few heartbeats, then he pulls out slowly, wipes his hand off, and guides Blaine back to line him up with Kurts cock.

Sam walks on his knees until his legs are bumping between Kurts and hes in front of Blaine, petting his shoulders as Blaine presses down to take Kurts cock in. Blaines head tips back and he sighs. Sam leans in to press his mouth to the exposed arch of Blaines throat.

Kurt enjoys the view of Blaine taking his cock as Blaine sinks all the way down with a pleased shiver. And Kurts cock is clasped snug within the smooth hot sheath of Blaines body. Kurt grasps Blaines hips and holds him still, stuffed full and immobile. Kurt forces himself to relax and breathe evenly, asks, "Better?"

Blaine hums in affirmation and clenches as strongly he can around Kurt, which forces a soft grunt from Kurt.

"What do you want me to do?" Sam asks. His hands slide down Blaines arms to his elbows. Its hard to tell whom Sams asking, but Kurt loves how eager to please Sam is, even after his own orgasm.

Kurt bends and spreads his legs between Blaines, pushing Blaines legs out more widely, showing him off to Sam. "We're both here for you, Blaine," Kurt says. "What do you want?"

"Sam," Blaine says.

"Im right here."

Blaine whimpers and pants and tries to move against Kurt. Beneath Kurts hands, Blaines body is hot like midsummer sun. Sams palms move up and down his arms, trying to soothe as Sam waits for an answer; and Kurt wants Blaine to be the one to tell Sam.

"Just... want to come," Blaine mumbles. "So bad." Kurt pulls at his hips, shifts him back and forth, moves his hands up to Blaines waist, but keeps his hold firm. "Oh... Sam," Blaine says. "In your mouth, please."

"You want to come in my mouth?" Sam asks.

"Yes," Blaine hisses, grinding his ass back against Kurt with what leeway for movement Kurts given him. "Please?" Blaine begs so sweetly.

Sam doesnt say anything more, just takes Blaines face between his hands and kisses him once, deeply, and then he lowers himself down, bends near, and puts his mouth on Blaines cock.

"Oh... Jesus," Blaine swears, and squirms in Kurts hold, trying to fuck himself back onto Kurts cock or deeper into Sams mouth—or both at once. "God, thats... so good, so good, so... oh, god."

Blaine reaches for a handful of Sams hair, reaches back for Kurts forearm with his other hand, works his hips between them. "Fuck... more, please, oh my god."

Sam sucks and slides, manages a more even rhythm this time, meets and takes each of Blaines restless, shallow thrusts. Kurt just hangs on, lets Blaine ride his cock however he likes, supports Blaines weight as Blaine arches back. Lets him take what he wants. "Youre so good, baby," he murmurs. "Come whenever youre ready."

Blaine moans are pitching higher, alternating between straining whines and soft, full-throated cries. The sounds tumbling from his lips are nonsensical jumble of Kurts name, Sams name, appeals to various things holy, and emphatic declarations of his enjoyment.

Kurts burning up again, with Blaine sweating and writhing in his lap like this, the silken hot grip of his ass so perfect around his cock, his whole being giving in so gorgeously to pleasure, and Sams mouth moves with determined wet sounds on Blaines cock.

"Come on, Blaine," Kurt urges, not wishing to test Sams endurance at sucking cock too much, not when its still such a new thing for him. "Come for us, honey."

"Yeah, just..." Blaine works himself around Kurt, lifting up and dropping back down to get Kurt right where Blaine wants him. Sam holds on, lets Blaine fuck into his mouth with each rolling drive of his hips. Until Blaine freezes and arches hard against Kurt, holds Sam fast against him. Blaine shudders deeply, groans desperately, and comes ecstatically. Kurt squeezes his eyes shut and his mouth falls open with a soundless gasp, as Blaine pulses and squeezes tight around him, but its not quite enough for Kurt to come.

Blaine lifts off Kurt, and Kurt sits up to help him lie down. Blaine gives him a groggy, grateful smile; and so, satisfied that Blaine is well contented, Kurt ignores the dull needy ache in his balls and turns his attention to Sam.

A splatter of semen glistens upon Sams cheek and chin, and his lips are puffy and slick. His expression is one of mild shock, and Kurt can empathize. The first time Blaine came in his mouth was an even more profoundly intimate experience than fucking Blaine for the first time. For a boy like Sam, Kurt wonders how enlightening it may have been too.

"Hey," he says gently, and reaches for Sam. Kurt cups his jaw and swipes his thumb over a smear of Blaines come. "Are you okay?"

Sam nods and blinks, and his tongue comes out to lick across his bottom lip and glances against the pad of Kurts thumb. Kurt tamps down the sharp spike of desire that pierces his belly, concentrates on Sam, who, Kurt notices, has grown semi hard again. His cock is thick against his thigh.

It doesnt seem like Sam wants to talk though, so Kurt leans in and kisses him, soft and chaste on his mouth, and then with parted lips and a careful tongue where semen still marks his face. Sams hands come up to splay across the back of Kurts ribs as Kurt kisses away the traces of Blaines orgasm from Sams skin.

With a faint and hungry whimper, Sam turns his mouth back to Kurts, all open lips and eager tongue. Kurt lets him in, draws him in closer with his hand upon Sams cheek. Theres an unspoken demand in Sams kiss. Kurt withdraws and asks him, "What is it?"

Sam blinks sluggishly. "I want..." he says.

"What—?" Kurt has to stop an endearment slipping out. "What do you want, Sam?"

A quick flash of a grin. "Im not sure, I just..." He reaches for Kurt again, pulls him into an even hotter, more thorough kiss. The sort that makes Kurts knees weaken and his heartbeat sink, pounding strong and low. And the lingering taste of Blaine upon Sams tongue is a heady reminder of what theyre sharing. But the notion that Sam wants him too, and not only Blaine, wont quite crystallize into a full realization. The evidence is there, but Kurt still reels at the possibility.

Then Blaines hand slips warm up Kurts calf and squeezes. "Come down here with me," he says.

So when they pull apart to breathe, Kurt asks Sam, "Think you could come again for us?"

"Yeah," Sam replies.