Epilogue - Vacation

**Two and a Half Months Later**

Sam was leaning on the ornate, wrought iron railing of his hotel suite's balcony, his chin resting lazily on his folded arms as he watched the ocean waves lapping at the beach's pristine sands. He kicked idly at the metal bars with one foot, while he reflected on the fact that he was actually even here, staying at this expensive foreign resort, with his boyfriend.

Sam wasn't usually the sort of person to spend a great deal of time contemplating life. He preferred to just take things as they came and tried to make the best of each moment. As such he was rarely surprised to find himself in any particular given set of circumstances because he would always just accept them for what they were. Nevertheless, something about the salt air and the sheer magnitude of the expansive, ever-undulating ocean had him pondering the extraordinary nature of this specific situation. If someone had told him four months earlier that he would be enjoying a luxury vacation with another guy that he was romantically involved with, he would have laughed in their faces and said they were crazy. Yet here he was.

"Enjoying the view," came Sebastian's voice as Sam heard the glass door sliding open.

"Yeah, it's breathtaking!" Sam declared, truly in awe at the beauty of the late-afternoon sun sparkling off the vivid blues and whites of the ocean and sand.

"Actually I was making a statement about myself. I'm enjoying the view," Sebastian remarked as his hands reached out to grope Sam's rear, which was extended back and outward, providing easy access thanks to his posture. "But you're certainly correct about it being breathtaking."

Sam grinned and stood up straight, enjoying the now almost predictable way Sebastian pressed himself against Sam's body and wrapped his arms around him, briefly caressing his chest and stomach before sliding his hands into the front of Sam's blue board shorts. Sam moaned and tilted his head back against Sebastian's shoulder, promptly tempting the taller teen to latching lustful lips around his neck, and kiss and suck hard. Sam certainly had no intention of complaining. After all, what was the point of going on vacation if you didn't get to walk around sporting a few hickeys that wouldn't have to be explained to anyone? Sebastian could mark his entire throat as far as Sam was concerned, especially if he kept rubbing his cock so blissfully while he was doing it.

Whimpering, Sam reached backward to grab Sebastian's ass and pull him in closer. Unexpectedly his fingers met hot, bare flesh. Sam's gasped in surprise and whirled around as quickly as he could in Sebastian's tight embrace, coming face to face with his boyfriend's amused eyes and smirking lips.

"You're naked!" Sam exclaimed, a gleeful glint glowing in his eyes.

"I was wondering when you would notice," Sebastian answered, that same cocky, playful look on his face that Sam had grown to find so utterly irresistible. Sebastian's tongue flicked out to moisten his lips and his hands settled into the back of Sam's shorts, palming each hard globe as he pulled him close, his nude erection meeting Sam's clothed one. Just before their mouths met Sebastian whispered, "watching your hot body on the beach today made me so insanely horny."

The glint in Sam's pale green eyes darkened into full blown lust and he quickly crashed his mouth against Sebastian's. Their kiss was anything but tender. Tongues tangled hotly in open mouths as Sebastian demonstrated the full extent of his arousal by thrusting recklessly against Sam's still-clad equipment, obviously unconcerned about potential friction burns. Meanwhile his fingers had entered Sam's crack and if the focused way he was tracing Sam's sensitive pucker was any indication, Sam had a feeling he knew exactly how Sebastian wanted things to progress. He couldn't help but wonder just how long Sebastian had been 'enjoying the view' as he had put it, but however long it had been, it was obviously long enough to make Sebastian desperate to paint the landscape.

"Come inside," Sebastian said urgently as he broke the kiss and withdrew his hand so that he could intertwine it with Sam's and pull him toward the balcony doors.

"Funny, I was about to say the same thing to you," Sam said with a wink as he let himself be led back inside the hotel.

"Oh you're in for it now," Sebastian said as he pulled Sam through their lounging area and into the bedroom.

Sam snickered, finding Sebastian's threat unlikely. He didn't doubt that Sebastian could have given him a hard, rough fucking, but so far whenever he had bottomed for Sebastian, his boyfriend had been agonizingly gentle with him. So gentle that it usually had the effect of making Sam plead for more, while Sebastian simultaneously held Sam's hands away from his cock and kept his pace maddeningly slow and precise, leaving Sam's balls throbbing and his whole body quivering by the time Sebastian finally gave him his release.

"Strip," Sebastian ordered in a ragged voice as he pushed Sam onto the bed and then turned around to bend over one of his suitcases, rifling through it for the condoms and lube. The boys had arrived at the hotel the night before and so far unpacking had taken a backseat to other more enjoyable activities. Truth be told Sam was excited about getting his overseas cherry popped, and had been a little disappointed that all they had done the night before was trade hand-jobs in the shower.

Sam's cock pulsed as he watched Sebastian's firm, tight ass bouncing and shaking as he continued searching for his quarry. Sam didn't doubt that Sebastian had positioned them in just this way specifically so that Sam would get even more worked up. The effort definitely succeeded as Sam quickly determined that he had no further use for his t-shirt and board shorts. He happily shed them and began languidly stroking himself as he enjoyed the erotic show Sebastian was putting on.

"Lie back," Sebastian instructed a few moments later as he turned around, having finally located the necessary items.

Sam happily complied, knowing from experience just how much he was going to enjoy the proceedings. He ran his eyes over Sebastian's hard, lean body. Before Sebastian, Sam had been unaware of just how erotic the male form could be, but now, looking at Sebastian like this, he felt the familiar, blinding urge to have Sebastian, to connect with him and completely lust out against his body.

"Spread your legs," Sebastian requested as he knelt between Sam's thighs on the bed, slick lube already coating his index finger.

Sam nodded and swallowed hard, opening his most vulnerable place to Sebastian, and liking the way it felt to do so. Sam knew that he wouldn't get hurt, that he wouldn't regret what he was about to do. Sebastian never hurt him, or made him regret sex. Sam always felt safe and wanted, so wanted, when he had sex with Sebastian. He knew that Sebastian was looking at him the same way that he was looking at Sebastian: as a beautiful sex object to fuck and possess in all the right ways. And Sam was fine with that, actually more than fine with it. It was honest and direct in just the way he had come to expect from Sebastian and it didn't detract from the emotional connection he felt with the dark-haired boy.

"That feels amazing," Sam moaned as Sebastian briskly brushed his prostate with two fingers. Sam wasn't sure when Sebastian had added the second digit, but god was he ever noticing how welcome and effective that second finger was now. He lowered himself more fully onto Sebastian's hand, spreading his legs even wider, and gasping when Sebastian responded by redoubling his manual efforts.

Looking at the expression of concentration and desire on Sebastian's face was more than getting Sam in the right head space for what was about to happen. He looked at Sebastian's chest and shoulders as the dark-haired, young man continued working him over. These parts of Sebastian, in addition to his face of course, were always Sam's favorite places to focus when Sebastian was fucking him. His broad shoulders, perfectly rounded and muscular at the top, were flawless and led gracefully down to the sinewy swells of his biceps, and then finally to his exquisitely long, tightly muscled arms – Sam couldn't decide rather Sebastian's arms were lewd or beautiful, but either way they made his cock twitch with want.

Suddenly Sebastian was raising himself up on the bed, stretching out over Sam, his arms now close enough to touch – which Sam promptly did, wrapping his fingers around each of Sebastian's biceps and staring at the hard, well-formed chest only a few inches away from his face. Sebastian's chest was a wonder all its own. Sam hadn't really given much thought to such things before meeting Sebastian, but he was sure that his boyfriend had the sort of chest that would have been well-suited to modeling. Sebastian's chest was strong and powerful in a way quite unlike how Sam thought about other guys' chests, his football or swimming teammates for example. Sure they had strong, powerful chests too, but Sebastian's was beautiful, and sexually charged somehow, like it existed specifically to be looked at and enjoyed during sex rather than for the strength to perform mundane, daily activities, or athletic contests.

"Are you ready?" Sebastian whispered, peppering Sam's jaw with featherlight kisses.

"So ready," Sam mumbled. Ready was an understatement by this point. Sam was practically frantic to be taken, to be ravished by the amazing, pornographic work of art that was Sebastian Smythe.

"Tell me if it hurts," Sebastian instructed, placing a final kiss directly on Sam's lips and leaning back enough to guide his erection against Sam's entrance. The blond whined as Sebastian's muscles slipped from his fingers in the process, and only the promise of their imminent return, coupled this time with Sebastian's cock inside of him, kept Sam from verbally complaining the loss.

Sam nodded, knowing Sebastian wouldn't penetrate him until he made the agreement. An instant later he was overcome with a sharp, consuming pressure, that invaded his body. As though Sebastian could read his mind his biceps were suddenly back within Sam's reaching, silently offering an invitation to be clenched, clutched, or clawed as Sam saw fit to channel the swirling cocktail of intense sensations flooding over him.

"It hurts just a little, but I'm okay," Sam answered, taking deep breaths and forcing himself to relax. Hurt wasn't even the right word for it. It was an almost-hurt, almost-pleasure hybrid that depended so much on context for interpretation, and Sam reminded himself that the context was Sebastian, the boy he trusted implicitly.

"I'm sorry," Sebastian apologized, wishing he had spent longer with his preparations. He captured Sam's mouth with his own, careful not to lean forward or penetrate Sam more fully, as he initiated the kiss. It was meant to be soft and reassuring, but almost immediately it dialed up to frenzied and needy. Suddenly it was all Sebastian could do not to fuck Sam like mad as they made out. His lust was all-consuming and being just slightly inside Sam's tight heat, while the rest of his length remained cold, and exposed, seemed almost cruelly teasing.

To Sebastian's relief, a few moments later he felt Sam's ankles pressing into his ass at the same time that the blond leaned his head back completely, further indicating that if Sebastian wanted to continue their kiss he would have to do so while more fully sheathed inside of Sam.

Just as their lips reunited, Sebastian's cock struck that spot inside Sam's body that was achingly swollen and desperate for contact. The pleasure assaulted Sam so abruptly that it had him sucking Sebastian's lower lip into his mouth, scrapping teeth across it and claiming the delicate skin as his prisoner.

Sebastian grunted in surprise and involuntarily slammed into Sam's body again, much harder this time, before quickly cursing himself for his reaction and temporary stilling his hips.

"Nooo," Sam whined, releasing Sebastian's mouth. "It hurt a little, but it also felt really good. Keep doing it like that."

"Sorry babe, slow and steady wins the race," Sebastian answered, smirking and sinking back in with a slow, deliberate thrust that once again pressed against Sam's needy knot of nerves.

"Sebastian, please," Sam whined again, raising his hips to meet Sebastian's thrust, in a desperate bid to get more force that way.

"Nope, I'm going to slowly fuck you till you're good and dripping, Sam. Then we can talk about going faster and cumming," Sebastian insisted as he rolled back onto his knees and pinned Sam's hips against the bed, driving back into him at a blissfully slow rate that had them both feeling every pulsing inch.

Sam looked down between their chests and stomachs at his cock, trying to will it to start leaking for Sebastian, to coat his abs in sticky precum in that way that always drove Sebastian wild and finally made him plunge in harder.

"Don't worry, babe, twenty or thirty minutes of intense prostate stimulation ought to do the trick," Sebastian answered, winking and smirking as he settled into a slow, steady rhythm that soon had moans and curses escaping both their mouths.

"Jerk me," Sam begged several minutes later, knowing that he wasn't allowed to touch his own cock. Once a few weeks ago when he had repeatedly violated this directive Sebastian had stopped and tied his wrists together with a pillow case. Sam had been scandalized – and absolutely loved it. It made him feel completely at Sebastian's mercy. He was tempted to 'get in trouble' again just to see what would happen.

"You sure you want that? You know I'll stop before you cum, and you'll just get hornier."

"Okay," Sam agreed, too desperate for the heavenly friction to care. A few moments later long, skillful fingers, slick with lube, were expertly stroking over Sam's shaft. Hard. Fast. Firm. Rubbing him at roughly twice the speed that Sebastian's cock was fucking him, causing whole-body, tingling waves of goodness to crash over Sam's body. It was just what Sam so desperately needed. It was driving him closer, closer, closer flooding him with pleasure until...Sebastian abruptly stopped and gently, but firmly grabbed Sam's balls, stopping their upward ascent and robbing him of his climax at the last instant.

"You fucking, cocktease!" Sam cursed, panting and glaring at Sebastian.

"So you wouldn't like to feel that a few more times before you explode?" Sebastian asked sarcastically, beginning to carefully caress Sam's full balls, simultaneously soothing them and making them twitch to spill their contents.

"I wanna cum twice!" Sam declared, grinning at Sebastian and giving him a pleading, puppy dog look. "Let me cum, and then just keep fucking me till I cum again."

"Your ass would be too sensitive after you came the first time," Sebastian said, shaking his head and wistfully wishing it could have happened.

"I don't care. You can keep fucking me anyway," Sam insisted.

"I care," Sebastian countered, leaning over to connect their lips and silence Sam, as well as to mask his embarrassment at the admission.

They continued making out for several more minutes while Sebastian gently fucked Sam until at last he reared back on his ankles again, and returned his attention to Sam's erection, certain that his lover had had plenty of time to cool down from the last near-eruption. This time he focused his talented digits directly on Sam's sensitive, leaking cockhead.

It felt so good and so intense Sam could hardly stand it. It was an intensity he wouldn't have been able to administer to himself, and it felt so tortuously good that he began bucking his hips hard and fast against Sebastian's thighs, fucking himself on his boyfriend's large, throbbing dick. He had to acknowledge, his own frenetic gyrations weren't delivering the same highly targeted, delicious goodness that Sebastian's methodical thrusting had been, but the frenzied nature of it felt relieving in its own way, and Sebastian's fingers were already giving him more than enough targeted, pure pleasure.

"Okay fine, if you're going to make me hold you down, I guess your cock won't get any attention," Sebastian admonished as he released Sam's equipment and re-pinned his hips to the bed.

"But I'm leaking a lot now!" Sam declared triumphantly as he noticed that Sebastian's manual ministrations had indeed induced quite a bit of precum to seep out of his slit. His head was coated and one long string connected his quivering cock to the spot just above his navel where a decent sized pool had formed. "Make me cum, Seb, pleeeease."

"Soon," Sebastian insisted, licking his lips and increasing his pace just slightly, trying desperately to stay in control, but wanting nothing more than to suck the salty treat off of Sam's body and plow him good and proper. "I need you to convince me that you really want to cum. Just enjoy it till you can't take it anymore. Then I'll let you cum."

Sam moaned and let his eyes roll back in his head as he lost himself in the flood of sensations. He knew Sebastian was right. As much as he wanted to cum he also wasn't ready for the ecstasy to stop yet. It just felt too good; part of Sam wanted it to never end. "Touch me some more, Seb. I promise I'll stay still this time."

Sam's request was too tantalizing to pass up. His body looked obscenely good like this. Flushed, sex ravished, every muscle taut and throbbing. Sebastian could even smell a faint hint of the ocean's saltwater still clinging to Sam's skin, mixing with his natural scent and ratcheting Sebastian's lust an even higher plane. It felt like existed but this bed and the blond Adonis impaled on his dick.

"You want me to touch you?" Sebastian prodded, wanting to hear Sam beg again.

"Please. It's soooo good Sebastian. Please more, give me more," Sam pleaded, licking his lips and looking at his lover through heavy, lust-lidded eyes.

Sebastian arched his back and sealed his mouth over Sam's left nipple, flicking the hard nub with his tongue and gently nipping at it. As he did so his fingers danced over the hard grooves of Sam's abs, smearing the now-copious precum over Sam's washboard stomach and already imagining licking it off.

"Oh god! Oh god!" Sam whimpered, surprised by the sudden assault on his chest. It wasn't what he had meant by his request to be touched, but it was sending shock waves to his cock and making his prostate throb even harder in the process. Unable to resist Sam did plunge himself down harder against Sebastian's member, releaved when his actions met with no reproach, and rightly guessing that Sebastian was too worked up to care.

"I have two nipples," Sam reminded Sebastian in a broken voice. He was delighted an instant later when Sebastian's left hand rose up to tweak his right nipple, doubling the electrifying signals shooting from Sam's chest to his groin until he felt a warm heat pooling throughout his chest, stomach, and nether regions. Sam wasn't sure what Sebastian had done to ignite the pleasurable fire, but his senses were locked on overdrive. He could barely speak but he forced himself to moan out another request.

"My dick is...oh it's aching so much. P-pease Seb, M-make me feel good there too."

Sam's words made Sebastian nip harder at Sam's pert nipple just as his cock hit Sam's prostate with the most force he had allowed himself to use all session, eliciting a delightfully nasty string of profanity to fall from Sam's lips as he now outright yelled at Sebastian to stroke his cock.

Finally Sebastian obliged him, carefully balancing himself on his knees as he tried to maintain the complex rhythm of fucking Sam, tweaking and sucking his nipples, and now also jerking him off. Sebastian was pretty sure this should be some kind of very advanced adult coordination test. If he ever got pulled over and asked to prove his sobriety he knew what he would be suggesting to the officer if Sam was in the car with him.

"Fucking FUCKKK, oh GOD! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!"

Sam's eye's widened and his whole body tensed, strained, tightened, and then finally erupted in a blinding pleasure. Sam clenched the sheets and practically screamed as he unloaded between their bodies, the majority of his juices coating the underside of Sebastian's throat and chest thanks to his position still lightly sucking on Sam's nipple.

"Oh my god, Seb," Sam panted, his entire body going slack and dark spots flashing across his field of vision. "I didn't know it could feel that good."

"You're welcome," Sebastian said smugly as he eased off and out of Sam, well-aware of how sensitive his ass must have been now, and careful not to pull out too quickly.

Sebastian took a few calming breaths as he got on his knees. Then he wiped the thick, sticky cum off of his throat and chest, and promptly licked the load off his fingers, delighting in the salty, slightly bitter taste and the pungent, aroma of sex pervading the air.

"God, I need to cum so fucking bad!" Sebastian growled in frustration as he tore the unfilled condom off his aching erection and began jerking himself at a frenzied pace. Sam felt guilty for not taking care of Sebastian, but before he even had a chance to sit up the other guy was covering him in a shower of cum. Sam had half hoped Sebastian would unload on his face, but instead he aimed at his chest and stomach, drenching him in the milky liquid.

Moments later Sebastian collapsed onto the bed next to Sam, pulling the blond into his arms and nuzzling Sam's head with his chin.

"I'm sorry you didn't cum inside me," Sam whispered, still breathing hard and trying to summon the strength to roll over and face Sebastian. It was no use. All he had the energy to do was melt more deeply against him.

"Shh, it's okay," Sebastian said soothingly as he placed a kiss on the side of Sam's head and cuddled him more snugly. "Just relax and enjoy the moment. It was amazing, and believe me I had an epic struggling trying not to cum while I was fucking you. You're absurdly hot."

"So you mean you were close?" Sam asked, pleased by the news.

"Only for pretty much the entire last twenty minutes," Sebastian answered with a laugh.

"Then why didn't you?" Sam inquired, once again wishing that they could have enjoyed a mutual moment of climax.

"I wanted to focus on getting you off just right," Sebastian answered with a shrug as he felt an embarrassed heat rise to his face and was glad that Sam would almost certainly attribute it to the sex if he noticed at all. "Anyway, I hope you were talking notes, because I want you to fuck me like that tonight after dinner."

"Oh god, I wasn't!" Sam declared in mock horror. "Quick do it all again. I'll get a pen and paper."

"You ass," Sebastian teased, elbowing Sam lightly.

"You mean 'your ass,'" Sam corrected, a laugh coloring his voice. "And for the record it's your ass to use whenever you want."

"Thanks, pretty sure I'm going to want a good session with the cockmonster later though," Sebastian answered, reaching between Sam' legs and lightly tapping on his glans.

"Oh that'll definitely happen," Sam promised with a chuckle, more than excited by the idea but nevertheless finding he lacked the energy to even hold his head up, as he burrowed deeper into Sebastian's embrace. He felt so completely comfortable and relaxed, his whole body soothed and happy. He idly took Sebastian's hand and started rubbing his thumb over the singer's knuckles, hoping the small gesture conveyed some measure of what he was feeling.

A little while later Sebastian rolled back on top of the blond jock so that he was straddling him. He then leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his lips and then slowly kissing down his neck, and still very sensitive chest.

"What are you doing?" Sam inquired, moaning lightly and enjoying the feeling, but worried about what Sebastian had in mind. "I don't think I'm ready for a second round just yet."

"Just a little clean up," Sebastian answered. "Round two can wait till later."

"Ahh, that feels really good," Sam answered as Sebastian continued tracing his chest with his tongue.

"You taste really good, Sam," Sebastian moaned back, as his mouth came into contact with the planes of Sam's lower pectorals, where some of the blond's load had dripped down from Sebastian's chin and throat. "Mmm, so good."

"Some of that's probably you," Sam pointed out, reminding Sebastian that he had also shot much of his own load on Sam's chest.

"Well I know I taste good," Sebastian answered with a self assured shrug as he continued lapping up their intermingled fluids. Next Sebastian trailed down Sam's abdomen, re-liquifying the sticky remnants of Sam's precum pool with his tongue and enjoying the slightly milder taste that it held in comparison to the stronger flavor of their semen. After tonguing the ridges of each of Sam's well-defined abs, he eventually he made his way down to Sam's crotch, burying his nose in the still-cum-clumped dark blond thatch, as he gently caressed Sam's deflated tool with his fingertips. "Christ, just the way you smell has me ready to cream myself a second time."

In contrast to his lewd words Sebastian reverently and delicately removed all traces of seed from Sam's equipment, and then carefully moved down lower still, nuzzling Sam's balls with his nose and mouth. "Your sack smells fucking incredible too. Like concentrated sex. It makes me want to shoot another load all over your balls and then lick it off."

"You can definitely feel free to do that," Sam remarked with a lopsided grin as he pulled a pillow under his head and looked down at Sebastian, glowing from all the attention he was receiving.

Sebastian smirked and moved back up over Sam's body until they were face to face again, hazel eyes shining into paler green. Sebastian slowly lowered himself fully on top of Sam, chest pressing against chest, their satisfied cocks embracing and sharing the contact down to their drained balls. After enjoying the full-body contact for a little while, Sebastian finally gripped Sam's chin, turning his face sideways and brushing a stray blond lock behind his ear as he whispered.

"I could do that. I could make myself erupt all over you right now, Sam, but I really want you to fuck another load out of me after dinner instead. I want you to tease me until I'm begging for your cock, then I want you to pound me like I'm your bitch in prison, and you haven't cum for a month."

A low moan escaped Sam's throat at the imagery before he spoke. "But you're my boyfriend, and I came ten minutes ago," he pointed out.

"That's why I said like," Sebastian answered, smirking, before he settled down against Sam again, this time resting his head on Sam's chest and reveling in the way the guitarist's fingers soon began massaging his scalp. The next thing he knew sleep had claimed Sebastian. Sam followed almost immediately after that, his arms still holding Sebastian tightly in place against his body.

When the boys awoke from their naps it was late enough that they decided to make it an early dinner – "more time for fucking later," Sebastian had remarked. After their showers they dressed in semi-formal clothes in compliance with the dress code of the restaurant where Sebastian was taking them. After placing their orders and chatting casually for a few minutes Sebastian cleared his throat.

"So I know you're disappointed about Blaine coming back to Dalton next year instead of McKinley," Sebastian said by way of introduction to his topic.

Sam frowned, surprised and a little annoyed that Sebastian was bringing it up when he knew the issue of senior year was a sore spot for Sam in general. When Finn, Puck, Kurt, Mike, Quinn, Mercedes, Santana, and Rachel had all graduated at the end of the previous school year, Sam had already been dreading spending senior year with nearly all of his friends gone. Sam was also concerned that though he really liked Burt and Carole and got along wonderfully with them, it might still be a little awkward living with Finn and Kurt's parents without his friends actually being present. To make matters worse Rory had also confirmed that he too wouldn't be returning the following year, having to go back to Ireland instead.

Nevertheless, Sam had tried to take all of these disappointments in stride, pleased that at least he would still have Blaine. After all, Blaine had rapidly become his best friend and he was still the only person at McKinley that knew about Sam's relationship with Sebastian. Having the brunet around during the school week, and then getting to see Sebastian on the weeknights and weekends would make life much more bearable. Thus it had felt like a crippling blow when a few days before he and Sebastian departed for their vacation, Blaine had announced that since Kurt and most of the rest of their friends weren't going to be there the following year that he was transferring back to Dalton for his senior year. Sam had felt crushed and had wanted to point out that he was still going to be there and that Blaine was basically abandoning him. However, he knew it wouldn't be right to give his friend a guilt trip, and that it would ultimately only drive them further apart, so instead he had forced himself to man up and try to support Blaine's decision. Sam reassuring himself that at least he would still get to see his best friend often with all the time he would no doubt be spending visiting Sebastian on campus.

"Yeah, I'm pretty bummed," Sam confirmed, forcing the irritation out of his tone. None of this was Sebastian's fault and though it was kind of a downer that he had brought it up, Sam wasn't going to take it out on him.

"I have a little confession to make," Sebastian said, a smile already tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"What's that?" Sam asked, glancing at Sebastian curiously.

"I talked Blaine into transferring back to Dalton," Sebastian announced, still fighting the grin that was threatening to spoil his big reveal.

"What?!" Sam snapped, drawing the attention of several of the other diners in the restaurant. He blushed at the scene he had caused and spoke in a lowered, but no less angry voice when he continued. "Why the hell would you do that?!"

"So he could be your roommate," Sebastian answered, finally allowing himself to beam at Sam as he opened his coat, pulled out an envelop, and plunked it down in front of Sam.

Sam furrowed his brow in confusion and looked at Sebastian like he was crazy before picking up the envelop and eying it speculatively. He noticed there was a slight weight to it, like it contained more than just paper.

"Well open it!" Sebastian barked, already impatient to see his boyfriend's reaction.

Sam tore open the letter and dumped it's contents onto the table.

"Holy crap! It's an acceptance letter to Dalton...and a key to my new dorm room!" Sam explained excitedly as if Sebastian hadn't already known. Then another thought hit him. "Wait did you say Blaine was going to be roommate? Wow that's so cool! And you'll be like right there too! Oh god this is so awesome!"

Sam's enthusiasm was short lived as a problem crossed his mind and his whole face fell in disappointment. "Oh no wait...I can't go. There's no way my parents can afford the tuition."

"I wouldn't worry about that. You're already paid up for the year," Sebastian said casually, trying to brush the information aside.

"What?! How?...your dad?" Sam asked, trying to make sense of what he was being told.

Sebastian shook his head.

"Nah, I'm just glad dad decided to still pay for our vacation after all that drama with Michael. I didn't even mention this to him." Sebastian blushed and looked anxious, an expression that only Sam could induce in him. "I took care of it myself."

"You can't do that!" Sam declared, wide-eyed. "I mean, thanks and I like really appreciate it, but that's way too expensive."

"It's already a done deal, Sam," Sebastian insisted, shrugging. "Don't worry about it. I've got plenty of money. This is one of the best uses I've ever found for it."

"I'm gonna pay you back...someday," Sam answered, touched by the gesture and slowly letting himself get excited again. He just had one more concern. "But what if I can't keep up? I mean isn't Dalton like a really advanced school? My grades already aren't that good just at McKinley."

"I'll tutor you, or hire you a tutor, or Blaine'll help...or probably some combination of the three. It'll be fine," Sebastian stated confidently, before a worried look formed on his own face. "You are pleased about this right? I thought you'd like this idea and I wanted it to be a surprise...but I guess I should have talked to you about it. I'm just not used to...consulting other people I guess, but you don't have to go if you don't want to and-"

"Seb," Sam cut in, reaching across the table and grabbing his hand. "I'm thrilled. This is the best gift ever and I can't wait!"

Sebastian sighed in relief and returned the grin that Sam was giving him. He had a feeling it was going to be quite a year.

-000-

Final Note: That's all for this story, folks. I plan to do a sequel, but there will probably be a decent chunk of time until it starts. In the meantime I'm going to be going through and editing this story and my other serial "Making It Work" (Sam/Rory pairing) to correct typos and other errors. Then I'm going to (finally) finish up "Making It Work." While that's taking place I'm also going to be working on and completing my new little Niff mini-series, and perhaps another few projects.

The sequel is tentatively set to be entitled "Voice" and as the epilogue suggests, it will be set at Dalton and I plan for it to encompass pretty much their entire Senior year. It will feature Sebastian and Sam's actual relationship, and also deal with the decisions they need to make regarding their lives after graduation (separately and together). There will be more Smythe family drama, including new story lines for Michael, Quentin, and Vanessa. As well as lots of interaction between Sam & Sebastian and Blaine, Jeff, Nick, and a bit of Karofsky and Trent. Plus at least one whole new Dalton villain, and a brand new, non-sex, non-singing, hobby for Sam and Sebastian. Speaking of sex and singing though, expect LOTS of the former (and not just between Sam and Seb), and perhaps a good bit more of the latter.

I'm very excited to start writing this thing and I hope you'll join me for this new adventure. When it starts it will be posted as a new story on the Sam/Sebastian page, so check there periodically or follow me. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed, PMd, followed, favorited, or simply read this story! You're all lovely and amazing and deserve a beverage of your choice!