A/N: WOOOOOOOOOOOW. I feel like I've been dead this whole time, and now I'm finally coming back to life.
I would just really like to apologise for making you guys wait so long. But I want to thank you all who hung in there, and didn't throw shade at me for a being a lazy bitch (even though I totally deserve it). Life has been BEYOND crazy. Sense the last update I have had relationship troubles, loss of close friends, high school graduation, and a summer of pure drama. And I am currently trying to adjust to being a freshmen in college, and being away from all my friends and family for the first time EVER.
So please bear with me, I never forgot about you guys or this story for one second. This story is so more than just a story to me, unlike Human Nature and the one shots, this one is much more character driven and is partially driven from my own life experiences (yes, I dated the son of a mobster. jk lol)
So I didn't want to just give you guys some bullshit update just to placate you. You all are so loyal and dedicated, and you deserved a ch. that I literally poured myself into to. So I really hope you all will forgive me, and do enjoy the update.
Also, I sprinkled a few song references into the mix. Let me know if you catch them, the person who guesses the most, and/or guesses correctly can suggest a scenario for the next chapter AND a plot for a one-shot!
Enjoy guess, you all are the best!
Mercedes Jones was a sex addicted freak. At least that's how she felt. She had lost her virginity nearly 4 ½ weeks ago and all she could think about was sex! But she couldn't touch the issue with Sam, how could she? Ever since they had done it Sam was even more sensitive around her, like she could break at any minute. What if that first time was the only time? What if he hated it, but was just trying to spare her feelings? What if she had done something wrong?
"Mercedeeees. MERCEDES!"
"Huh? What? Huh?" Mercedes asked snapping out of her thoughts.
"Damn girl we've been calling your name for like ten minutes, where is your mind at chica?" Santana demanded sassily as she stood above Mercedes with her hand on her hips.
Mercedes looked around the classroom to see that it was completely empty, aside from herself, Santana, and her new friend Kurt; who had almost immediately latched himself onto Mercedes the moment they met. They had run into each other in the shops when they were both going for the same scarf. Once they found out the other was interested in fashion and music, and attending McKinley, their friendship was solidified.
"Sorry guys, I just have a lot on my mind lately." Mercedes apologized, standing and gathering her books as she fell into step with her friends walking out into the hallways.
Kurt and Santana exchanged knowing glances over top Mercedes head, smiling smugly at one another.
"Mmmhmm, a lot of a certain blonde on your mind." Santana murmured.
"What's going on with you two? Merce, darling, is there something we should know?" Kurt asked, stopping and grasping Mercedes arm comfortingly.
"Oh please, I know that look anywhere, my girl has dick on the brain. Sam is either puttin' it down so right she can't think of anything else, or she's trying to figure out a way to tell him his dick ain't shit. But my guess is the former, cause you do not strut around like a tripod like Evans does unless you have the dong to back it up." Santana stated confidently, earning looks of shock from Mercedes and disgusted intrigue from Kurt.
"Santana's disturbing monologue aside, is this a problem of intimacy? Cause when I was with Adam, if we had a, uh," he paused to look around before whispering "bedroom problem, we would just wait until we were in a private, affectionate setting to bring it up. It worked like, 80% of the time." Kurt said confidently.
"It's not that easy." Mercedes said in disappointment.
"Aside from the fact that he and Doctor Who are no longer together, cause he was old enough to be his creepy handsy uncle, Lady Hummel does have a point. If the dick is lame, you got's to tell him! Unless you want to join the dark side with me." Santana joked with a playful wink.
"No. That will simply not do. Sam is a good guy; you have to give him a chance. Also, the cohesiveness of our group is perfect in its racial and sexual diversity. We're like every teen movie from the 90's." Kurt said; averting the side eye he was getting from the two girls.
"Guys stop! This isn't about bad sex with Sam. It's actually the opposite." Mercedes said, fed up with the conversation.
"So what's the problem?" Santana and Kurt asked simultaneously.
"I don't know! Our first time was amazing. He was sweet and gentle and loving, but now all I can think about is sex with him! But he hasn't made a move since then. What if I did something wrong? What if he thinks I'm a huge turn off?" Mercedes asked in a defeated huff, leaning onto a nearby locker.
"Merce you are beautiful, you shouldn't feel self-conscience about yourself." Kurt said firmly, rubbing her arm soothingly.
"Am I gonna have to shove my foot up Baby Soprano's ass?" Santana demanded.
"No. I think it's me; he's been treating me like a soap bubble ever since we did it. And now that school has started we're both busy with classes, I have glee club, and God Squad, his dad is keeping him occupied so he can't see me, Raymond is clocking my every move when he's home. The only time we can see each other is if we sneak out, or have Holly or Carl cover for us." Mercedes rushed out in a single breath. "I can't sustain a relationship like this, guys. Something has got to give." Mercedes sighed exasperated. Kurt's father Burt worked with the Evans Family, so he knew all about them.
"Wow, I'm glad you said it first, I was beginning to think it was just me." Sam said humourlessly from behind the group, causing Kurt and Mercedes to startle.
She turned to see Sam standing with Finn, Mike, and a short but handsome brunette with gelled back hair.
"Oh speak of the devil. Hey Trouty Mouth, Frakenteen, and baby Bruce Lee." Santana acknowledged each boy. Sam chuckled softly at the nicknames, if it were anyone else he would have them buried in an undisclosed location for that level of disrespect. But it was Santana, and he took everything she said with a grain of salt.
Sam continued to stare at Mercedes, as she avoided his questioning gaze.
"So gentlemen, who's your friend here?" Kurt asked, sensing the growing unease between them.
"Hi, I'm Blaine. Blaine Anderson. I just transferred in from Dalton Academy." Blaine said extending his hand out to Mercedes and Santana in greeting, but holding onto Kurt's hand a few seconds longer.
"We met Blaine in weight training today." Finn said with his signature smirk.
"Dalton, that's the private boy's school right?" Mercedes asked, trying to divert Sam's attention.
"Yeah that's the one." Blaine said, shooting a brilliant smile towards Kurt.
"I hear they have an amazing singing group there." Mercedes smiled, seeing how flustered Kurt was from the boy's attention.
"The Warblers. I was captain, but then I had to move, but I miss singing with a group so much." Blaine sighed.
"Oh! You should join glee club! We could always use some male voices. I'm a counter-tenor, so I don't count. What's your range?" Kurt asked excitedly, no longer confounded now that singing was the subject.
Sam suddenly cleared his throat, catching everyone's attention. They all turned around to find him giving Mercedes a pointed look.
"So Kurt, can I treat you to a latte while you tell me more about glee club?" Blaine asked, sensing that Sam may want to be left alone. The others in the small crowd noticed this also, as they all, made excuses to disperse.
"So, is there something we need to talk about?" Sam asked, now that they were alone.
"I have to go; I have chores to do at home." Mercedes said, turning on her heels and walking away from Sam, who followed behind her quickly.
"So you were so eager to talk to your friends about us, but you won't talk to me about us? That makes perfect sense." Sam said sarcastically.
Mercedes only huffed in response as she continued walking out into the parking lot of the school and up to her car.
"Don't walk away from me Mercedes." Sam said evenly, but his voice held a bit of venom, as he grasped her elbow and leaned her against the side of her car before she could open the door.
"Talk. To. Me." He demanded softly, searching her eyes.
"I don't know where to begin." She admitted after staying silent for a while.
Sam just stared at her patiently as she looked down her shoes self-consciously. Sam quickly pulled her in the direction of his car, got her settled and headed off to the empty house he took her to in the summer.
It took two glasses of wine before Mercedes worked up the courage to tell him what was worrying her, and Sam had to stop himself from launching across the small kitchen island to cover her mouth with his to put a stop to the absurd thoughts that were escaping her.
"Is that it?" Sam asked coldly, setting his own wine glass down.
"What the hell do you mean is that it?! Do you know how hard it was for me to admit that to you?" She asked in angry disbelief.
"Why didn't you just come to me in the first place?" he asked.
"Well unlike you, I have never had a point of reference for sex Sam! I don't know what the proper etiquette is after you fuck someone for the first time! You took the most precious gift I could give someone, and now you treat me like your god-damn little sister! I mean what are we even doing? We never have time one another any more! Are we even still together?!" she seethed, but was shocked to be pushed up against the counter.
"Let's get one thing straight Mercy, we didn't fuck. I didn't fuck you, and you didn't fuck me. We made love, and I have never done that with anyone with you. You think I took your most precious gift, well you took mine! You took my heart Mercedes, and you didn't even have the decency to talk to me about how you felt! So if you want to be upset about feeling horny and confused then join the damn club! But don't you dare try to say that what we did was just fucking!" Sam gritted out menacingly.
Mercedes didn't notice that she was panting until she caught Sam's eyes flash down to her cleavage, before flickering back up to her eyes, which were swimming in unshod tears of anger.
Sam's tense shoulders slumped, as he looked into her eyes. "Mercy…"
"Shut up Sam." Mercedes cut him off before slamming her lips to his in the most aggressive lip lock they had ever shared.
Sam immediately reacted by wrapping his arms around her waist and hoisting her up on the counter, where he stood between her legs as she gripped and pulled at the hair at the nape of his neck. When they finally broke apart panting for air, Sam latched his lips to curve where her neck and shoulder met, causing her hips to buck upwards into his.
"Shit, Sammy." She groaned, as his large hands grabbed and kneaded the fleshy mounds of her breasts through her shirt.
"I want you baby. Tell me I can have you sweetheart." Sam pleaded breathlessly as Mercedes continued to pull on shoulders.
"Yes, yes, yes! Please Sam." Mercedes gasped as she clawed his back, pulling his shirt over his head.
Hearing her gasping his name unleashed a primal want in him, as he lifted her by her bottom and hefted her down the hall into a random bedroom, and placed her on bed. The loss of contact brought them both back to the reality of the situation, and there was a pause in which neither of them moved. Finally, without breaking eye contact with him, Mercedes started to remove her shirt, biting her lower lip modestly, causing Sam's breath to hitch. Sam in turn removed his jeans and slowly crawled onto the bed, advancing on Mercedes as she moved back until her back hit the headboard. Sam looked into her eyes deeply as he unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them achingly slow away from her burning skin, leaving them both in just their underwear. He leaned down to capture her lips as she took control, running her fingertips lightly down his chest until they reached the top of his boxers, before slipping her small hands into the garment and grasping her prize.
Sam groaned long and deep in the back of his throat as he felt her delicate hands stroking him tightly and slowly. He reached up and glided his hands over her taunt nipple, causing her to release a high keen, her back arching into his touch.
"Tell me what you want baby. You have all the control Mercy. Tell me what you want me to do." Sam panted out, pulling back to look into her eyes.
Mercedes pushed him back slightly, removing her bra and sliding out of her panties, before turning to him and having him replace her spot against the headboard.
She kissed down his chest, stopping to lightly bite each dusty pink nipple, making him hiss as he looked down at her. She licked her initials into each of his abs, placing soft kisses along them when his tight stomach started to quiver, licking around his belly button as her fingers peeled his boxers away from his hips, down his legs and tossing them on the floor next to the bed.
"I want you Sam. I want all of you." Mercedes breathed, crawling up his body and settling into his lap, kissing him deeply before leaving her forehead against his.
Sam trailed his fingers up her legs and past her knees, up until they rested on her hips. Mercedes lifted herself up slowly, and slid down onto his length, never breaking eye contact even as they both released heavy sighs. Sam wrapped his arms around her tightly as Mercedes slowly started rocking into him, running her fingers through his hair as they both moaned out.
"Jesus, Mercedes." Sam groaned, breaking their kiss, resting his cheek against the warm flesh of her chest. He gripped her hips tighter, almost painfully so, as he nipped from her neck to her chin before nibbling on her full bottom lip, making her release a sound that was a cross between a squeal and a moan.
"It feels so good Sam. I-I can't-" Mercedes whined breathlessly, arching into him, his large hands running up and down her back, placing kisses along her aching breasts.
"Tell me Mercy. Say it. I'll do anything you want Miele, but I need to hear you say it." Sam coaxed, pulling her down gently to look him right in the eyes.
"Hold me tighter." She shuddered, wrapping her arms around his neck as he pulled her as close to as physically possible.
"Harder." She breathed. Sam captured her lips as he clutched her hips, lifting them slightly before bringing them back down to connect swiftly with his.
"Like this?" he pressed, repeating the action.
"Mmmm, yeah. I want to feel you deeper Sammy." Mercedes pleaded softly into his ear.
Sam growled deeply, as he repeated his former action only lifting her up further and slamming her hips back down onto him rougher. Mercedes released a harsh groan, throwing her head back.
She reached above Sam's head, gripping the headboard tightly, as Sam gritted his teeth against the feeling of her clenching around him. Mercedes bit back several unsavoury words that threatened to release themselves as she felt her spot being hit continually by Sam's unrelenting thrusts.
"Don't hold back Mercy. Oh god. You feel like heaven." Sam whimpered, digging his nails into her back, as she bucked and rolled her hips into him.
"I-I ca-can't fucking think st-straight! AH! Right there baby." Mercedes wept, babbling uncontrollably; unable to form full sentences from the pleasure she was feeling.
"Oh baby you're driving me crazy!" Sam yelled, reaching behind her and grabbing her shoulders, pulling her into him harder, both of them bordering on incoherent as they moaned loudly; pulling on one another into intense heated lip locks.
Sam broke apart to catch his quickening breathe, they were both panting loudly. She was close; he could feel her quivering roughly and clenching rhythmically. She moaned out that was almost there, he nibbled on her ear, making her grip the hairs at the base of neck tighter, when suddenly the door to the bedroom swung open.
"Shit Stevie! Get out!" Sam screamed, at the older blonde figure that stood coolly in the door way, unfazed, before turning and walking out, as Sam and Mercedes scrambled to cover themselves; both of their hearts beating wildly.
"Goddamnit! I'm so sorry Mercy, are you okay?" Sam stressed, running his shaking fingers through his hair, turning to face Mercedes who was clutching the covers to her face and panting roughly.
"I can't believe your brother walked in on us." She groaned into the blankets, shoulders slumped in embarrassment.
"I know. I'm sorry baby." Sam said softly, rubbing her back soothingly.
"He heard us Sam! He heard all of the dirty-." she couldn't even finish as she literally shook with shame.
"It's gonna be okay, I promise. Stevie is cool; he won't make a big deal out of it if you don't. But I should probably go see what's going on with him. You can stay in here if you want." Whispered as Mercedes hid her face in his chest; his arms wrapped around her comfortingly.
"Okay. Just give me a minute. You go talk to your brother." Mercedes said recovering slightly.
Sam nodded, placing a chaste kiss on her lips as he got up and pulled his boxers and jeans back on, his t-shirt having been thrown off in the kitchen. Mercedes licked her lips at the sight of him shirtless, Sam having caught the gesture climbed back up to her in the bed, kissing her sensually.
"We'll finish this later." He whispered, stroking her cheek, and peaking her lips one more time before sliding out of the door.
Sam walked into the kitchen and found his older brother sitting at the island, drinking the wine that was left on the counter. Sam eyed the older boy; in his dark blue pants, black shirt and violet jacket. His light golden brown hair was cute reasonably short and gelled back into a vintage coif.
"I would get up and hug you but I'd have to ask you shower first." Stevie quipped, with a small playing on his lips.
"Funny." Sam said sarcastically rolling his eyes, but unable to fight smirking back at his brother.
"So who is she, or should I even bother to learn her name?" Stevie asked, looking back towards the closed door of the room.
"That's her." Sam said simply, pulling his shirt off of the floor and pulling it over his head.
"That's her?!" Stevie whispered harshly, nearly choking on his glass. "Well, she certainly is a, what did you call her over the summer? Oh yeah, 'fiery mini diva with a torrid attitude and body to match.'" He quoted back to Sam, just as Mercedes walked out timidly, and they all stood in awkward silence as Sam's cheeks flamed in a rare show of embarrassment as Mercedes gawked at the floor at having heard the way Sam described her to his brother, and Stevie just watched them with smug knowing.
"Well Mizz Mercedes Jones, I have heard nothing but good things about you from my brother. It's pleasure to finally meet you." Stevie said, breaking the silence, pulling her into a welcoming hug.
"Nice to meet you too, Sam speaks very highly of you." She said, recovering from the shock of the hug.
"Oh I doubt that." Stevie said, glaring playfully over at his brother.
"Whatever asshole!" Sam snapped. "You know I love you." He muttered, scooping up Mercedes shoes and placing them into her hands, and kissing her sweetly, making her blushes girlishly.
Stevie grinned knowingly at the teen couple, "I'm sorry have to kick you two love birds out, but I need the house."
"What's up? Do they know you're here?" Sam asked seriously.
"Well I just came in, and wanted to settle here before I went over to the main house; figuring everyone would be there where I could surprise you all with my early arrival. What I wasn't expecting was to, ahem, interrupt." He said, placing his hands into his pockets.
"My god." Mercedes muttered.
"Oh honey don't be embarrassed, I was due for this to happen. Sam here walked in on me and my first lover when he was 12. Explaining gay sex to a preteen boy is harder than child birth." Stevie waved off, as Mercedes burst into unrestrained giggles.
"Thanks for that by the way, just as I was finally getting the image of your pasty ass out of my nightmares." Sam laughed, shoving his brother slightly.
Mercedes watched them interact; she had never seen him so relaxed and carefree with anyone else. She could see the love adoration he held for his older brother, but she could sense an air of protection coming from him as well.
"Wait a minute. It's 5 in the afternoon, where does your daddy think you are young lady? Certainly not with this young hooligan I'm guessing." Stevie asked, once he and Sam's banter subsided.
The young lovers exchanged looks of horror, before grabbing their things and rushing out of the door. With Mercedes and Stevie exchanging promises to see each other again.
Sam rushed her back to the school car park to collect her abandoned vehicle from the empty space.
"I just text Holly to cover for me." Mercedes said, hopping out of the passenger seat and rushing to her driver door.
"Same with Carl." Sam said, pulling her into a breathless kiss.
"I'll see you tomorrow?" Mercedes asked, resting her forehead against his, her hands rubbing up and down his shoulders as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Of course. I'll be dreaming about you tonight, how we should have finished." Sam whispered.
"Me too." She sighed, kissing him one last time, backing away and rushing home.
That night at the Evans residence, after a somewhat quaint dinner where Sam had to pretend to be shocked at the arrival of his brother, Robert pulled his son aside to his office.
"I didn't want to say anything in front of your mother or Stevie, but we have a problem." He said cryptically. Sam swallowed thickly, his palms sweating, thinking his father knew about him and Mercedes; but played it smoothly, asking what the problem was.
"The Irish, son. They're back and trying to step on our toes. They've already gotten to two of the bankers we had under our thumb; it'll only be a matter of time before start going for our government officials." HE said, plopping down into the leather desk chair with an exhausted sigh.
"Right. So what do you want to do? Have Finn or Puck trail them and take out their soldiers?" He asked coldly, sitting on the couch opposite his father.
"No, not yet. For now I want you to be on the lookout. Apparently there's a kid. A young boy, fresh off the boat. Ruthless, smart, and climbing the ranks quickly. He could be attending your high school." The older man said.
"Okay. I'll let the boys know and I'll keep my eyes open." Sam replied, getting and starting for the door.
"You're not smarter than me Sam. Don't think that you can out smart me, cause you will come up wrong every time." Mr. Evans said, making Sam stop dead in his tracks.
Sam turned back to his father and looked at questioningly, as Robert poured himself a drink.
"I know that you and Stevie had seen each other before dinner tonight. Where?" he asked, leaning in onto his desk to hear the answer.
"At the other house. I had the boys there for a meeting and he showed up with some bags. He told me to keep it hush, since he wanted to surprise mom." Sam lied coolly, looking his father straight in the eyes.
Robert nodded slowly, seeming to accept the answer, nodding to his son to walk away.
Sam locked himself in his room for the rest of the night, texting Mercedes until they both fell asleep.
The next day at school, Sam was in his home room class when the teacher came in with a baby faced brunette following closely behind.
"Class, I would like to welcome a new student. All the way from Ireland, I want you all to welcome Rory Flanagan. Now Rory is sophomore, so I would really appreciate it if one of you few upperclassmen helped him around school." She said with enthusiasm, as he nodded to the few in the class who waved at him.
Sam stared at coldly, as the teacher ushered him to the seat adjacent to Sam. He must have felt the glare because he turned around and locked eyes with Sam, in which they shared a moment of acknowledgement; and Sam's blood ran cold as he saw that tell-tale glint of a ruthless killer in the young boys eyes. His anger was further flared when the kid grinned and threw him a cocky wink, turning back to face to front of the class just as the bell rang, leaving Sam sitting in his desk. This kid was going to be an issue, Sam could feel it.
So what did you guys think? Did you catch my song references? How many of you hate Stevie for interrupting Samcedes? lol I know, it was hard to do.
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