A/N: This story has been written as a special present for a great friend of mine. He's given me a lot of advice, inspiration, support and, frankly, a hell of a lot of laughs and tears. He just completed his epic first story, A New Reality In Direction, which I wholeheartedly recommend everyone check out if you haven't already. I wanted to mark that achievement by dedicating this chapter to shanehardy, an extraordinary writer and all-around great guy who I expect to see even greater things from in the future. I hope you like it, buddy.

I'd like to thank TVTime for his help―and for helping me keep this a surprise!―by reading, critiquing and reassuring me that I hadn't totally botched this.

So here we go as my OC Warblers, um...interact with a canon Glee character. A lot.

Chapter Four - "It's My Life" (A Bonus Scene from Chapter Five of I Am)

Shane Hardy couldn't take it any more.

He excused himself and left the Warblers' green room as quickly as possible before he rammed that damn gavel (head first and unlubed!) up Wes Montgomery's uptight ass. The Dalton Academy senior normally thought of himself as a pretty mellow guy, but Wes just had a way of getting him all tore up!

For the umpteenth time since September, Shane regretted having declined a seat on the Warbler Council when elected the end of last semester. Especially now that their tradition-obsessed Head Council Member was trying to revise (or, in plain English, dull down) their Sectionals numbers at the last minute. He seemed hell-bent on undoing all the work that had gone into revitalizing the Warblers into a serious show-choir threat last year.

Crossing the theater lobby, he saw he wasn't the only one having a bad moment; the counterman at the concessions stand was being harassed by a pushy little brunette ranting about needing Raisinets. He gave the fellow a sympathetic look as he passed by.

Shane was singing lead in the closing number for Sectionals tonight and needed a quiet place to get focused again. (He'd gotten the Council to approve the Jonas Brothers' "Just Friends", hoping it would hit Nick and Jeff with the relationship clue-by-four at some point during all the rehearsing―no such luck.) Though he didn't expect much competition from the Hipsters, there was quite a buzz about these Nude Erections―yeah, I know, how un-Christian of me. Well, Lord forgive me, today just call me a prick!―from Lima.

He ducked behind a large pillar, leaned against it and started texting Duncan. Home from college, his boyfriend was around here somewhere and if he could just talk to him, everything would be okay. Waiting for a response, he closed his eyes. Then heard someone muttering:

"Don't fuck up...don't fuck up..."

Shane opened his eyes; in a small conversation area across from him, he saw a boy pacing and muttering to himself. Tall and blond, he was wearing a generic maroon button-down and black pants that couldn't hide the fact he had an athletic build. And a great ass.

The kid stopped and sighed heavily, running his hands up his face and through his Bieber bangs; he seemed like he was on the verge of a meltdown.

Shane straightened up and walked over. "Hey," he asked, "you okay?"

The boy's head whipped around at the sound of Shane's voice. Startled, he looked up with the second most beautiful pair of green eyes Shane had ever seen.

"Uh...hi. Um, sorry. I'm just..." the boy trailed off, biting his full lower lip. He couldn't be more than sixteen.

Even stressed and anxious, this was one gorgeous guy and Shane found himself staring. When his inner voice reminded him, Hey, boy, remember Duncan? Duncan Wood? The love of your life? he blinked and smiled. "Nothing to be sorry about. I was just wondering if you're all right."

"Not really," the boy admitted with a nervous smile. "This is kinda like my first time competing."

"No worries." Shane held out his hand. "Shane Hardy."

The blond boy gripped Shane's hand and shook it. "I'm Sam." Then his lips quirked in a dorky smile as he continued, "Sam I am."

"And you don't like green eggs and ham?" Shane quipped, enjoying how Sam's sudden grin made his eyes crinkle adorably.

"Hey, man, thanks! Most people usually look at me like I'm some kinda moron when I say that." He looked at Shane's uniform jacket and said, "You're, like, from that Dalton school, right?"

"Dalton Academy, right. And you're from McKinley High's"―enunciate, Shane, enunciate―"New Directions."

Sam smirked at him knowingly. "Dude, fess up. You totally wanted to say it."

Busted. "Say what?"

"'Nude Erections'. I know." Sam leaned in closer to him. "Don't tell anyone, but we say it too."

Is he flirting? "I'm sure I don't know what you're talkin' about," he lied, trying and failing to not crack a smile.

Cocking his head, Sam stated, "You're Southern." Shane nodded and he continued, "Sweet. Where from?"

"Mississippi," Shane replied; now he detected a slight drawl in Sam's speech. "You?"

"Tennessee."

'Cause you're the only "ten I see?" Stop. Now. "So, Tennessee, what was all that a minute ago?"

Sam's face suddenly fell and words just started spilling out. "Well...I just joined Glee last month and all of a sudden like a week ago Mr. Schue wants to shake things up and he said that he wanted me and Quinn to sing the duet and then Rachel threw this major stink and now I'm here, like, opening the show and..."

Shane put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Hey, whoa! Slow down. You need to rela―" He was cut off when Sam's hand was suddenly on the back of his neck, tugging him forward to crush their lips together.

He froze, taken completely off guard, but―ohhh, man―he couldn't help blissing as Sam dominated this Cherry ChapStick-flavored kamikaze kiss. In the back of his brain, Shane thought how those incredible lips would be so much better utilized on another part of his body and his cock stiffened at the idea of seeing them wrapped around and sliding up and down his spit-slick shaft.

As abruptly as he'd leaned in, Sam backed off, wide-eyed. "Uhh, dude...I-I'm so sorry! I didn't..." He looked down to where a sizable erection tented his pants and he self-consciously hunched over. "Oh, shit...

"Hey, it's okay." Shane reached out and lifted Sam's chin, looking into his panicked eyes.

"I didn't mean to do that, dude, honest, it just...I..."

"It's okay," he repeated. "I'm fine with it." Shane took the risk of the kid bolting and softly kissed him. "See?"

Sam looked a little less freaked. "So...you're...?"

"Gay," Shane finished. "Mm-hm. And you...?"

"I-I dunno," Sam stammered. "Bi, I think...I don't..."

"That's okay. You're confused and that's pretty normal." Shane kept Sam's gaze. "Listen, there's nothing wrong with what you're feeling and there's nothing wrong with what you did; you just let yourself be you and―"

The lights briefly dimmed and a bell dinged: the competition was about to begin. "Damn. Look, we both hafta go," Shane continued, "but I'd really like to talk to you about this some more. Are you okay with that?"

"Yeah..."

"Good." Shane held out his hand. "Give me your phone."

Sam dug out his cell; Shane took it and entered himself as a new contact. "There. After all this is over, call me and we'll hang. And talk. Any time. I'm serious. Promise?"

Sam nodded, rubbing his watery eyes.

"Good." Shane smiled and hugged Sam, who returned it and―Lord, have mercy―poked him with that still-raging hard-on. When they parted, Shane looked down at the bulge and tried not to smirk. "And I think you better take care of that, too."

Sam followed his gaze and, blushing, clasped his hands in front of his crotch in a vain attempt to hide it. "Dang it..."

Shane couldn't help but laugh. "I think that's too large a weapon to conceal." The joke made Sam smile; after a quick look around, Shane pointed. "There's a men's room right over there." As Sam walked off, he heard him muttering something like "Beast" under his breath.

"Well, well, well. Heartthrob strikes again," a familiar voice rang out from behind him.

Shit.

He turned. Duncan Wood was standing behind him―gorgeous in a black turtleneck and fitted gray suit―and glaring while leaning against the pillar with his arms folded. "Dunk, uh...that's wasn't what it looked like," Shane tried to explain, wincing at the cliché as it came out of his mouth.

"So you weren't kissing and hugging some random hot guy?"

Before Shane could think of what to say next, Duncan's stern expression was replaced by his usual sly smile. "Hey, it's okay," he declared. "I saw that he kissed you and I heard what went on." Wrapping him in a hug, Duncan rested his forehead on Shane's. "You know, one of the things I love about you most, baby, is how much you care about people. Poor kid looks like he doesn't know his ass from a hole in the ground right now."

As Shane sighed in relief, Duncan joked, "Besides, I've always known that you just can't keep those lips off younger guys." Both smiled over the memory of Shane giving Blaine Anderson his first kiss at Regionals last year.

Shane was thinking how much he loved this sexy man―and, yes, dammit, he was even sexier now that he'd picked up a slight Southern accent after three months in Mississippi―when he heard music swell from inside the theater: Mike + The Mechanics' "The Living Years".

Shane's phone buzzed in his pocket. A text from Wes asking, with all due respect, where the hell he was.

"Go," Duncan told him. "Before Montgomery has a stroke. Or gives your song to Duval." After a quick kiss, he whacked Shane on the ass to get him moving. "Break a leg, my padawan."

Shane grinned and jogged across the lobby and through the door leading backstage. He joined up with the Warblers in the wings, smiling in response to Wes's greeting glare. Squeezing past Ethan and Jamie, he peeked through a gap in the curtains. There. Duncan was just sitting down in the last row.

Then the New Directions quietly hustled down the aisle. Watching as Sam sat and fake-smiled to the pretty blonde next to him, Shane hoped he'd hear from him soon...

"Soon" turned out to be two days later.

With Sectionals held the day before Thanksgiving, Shane had spent the holiday at Dalton Academy with Duncan and his father (who, fingers crossed, seemed to be getting along better). On Black Friday, the boys were in Shane's dorm room cuddling in bed and watching the Iron Bowl when his phone vibrated. Rolling his eyes at the intrusion, Shane glanced at the screen; it was an unfamiliar number with a 419 area code. He answered. "Hello?"

"Um...Shane?"

Who the...ohhh. Shane recognized the quiet voice and was glad he'd picked up. "Hey, Sam," he replied, miming for Duncan to mute the TV. "What's up?"

There was a long pause, then: "Um, you...said we might be able to like...talk some more?"

"Yeah, I sure did," Shane answered, then asked Sam where he was; the boy rambled that he'd been driving around doing some thinking and surprised Shane by telling him he was actually not far outside Westerville. Ten minutes away, it turned out. While pulling on jeans and a hoodie, Shane gave him directions to Dalton and told him to ask the security man at the gate how to find his building.

Waiting outside, Shane saw a battered old Toyota drive up the road from the main gate and park in the lot next to the dormitory. He craned his neck to see the driver. Yep. Sam got out and looked around, spotting Shane standing on the steps.

"Hey, Sam."

Sam looked uncomfortable. "Hey."

"Let's get inside," Shane said, swiping his passcard through the lock. He pulled the heavy wood door open and gestured Sam inside.

As fourth-floor prefect, Shane had a single. When he ushered Sam inside, they saw Duncan, dressed and reclined on the bed, playing CoD4 on Shane's DS. Sam's eyes popped when he was introduced as Shane's boyfriend and he stammered an apology about the kiss. Duncan just smiled and tried to put him at ease.

They sat down and started to talk. About Sectionals and the tie. About the Iron Bowl game and football in general. About Shane and Sam's shared love of country music. Gradually, Sam loosened up.

After a while Duncan and Shane exchanged looks. Shane leaned forward and said, "Sam, we've talked about everything but what I'm pretty sure you really came here to talk about." Sam fidgeted. "Now, I'm gonna ask you a question. There's no wrong answer. Just be honest." Keeping Sam's gaze, he gently asked, "You said you think you're bisexual?"

"Pretty sure." He looked down, hands clenched in his lap. "I know I like girls, but...I like guys, too. Just like Captain Jack..."

Shane was puzzled. "Sparrow?" Though the pirate was a bit flamboyant, he didn't think that―

"No. Harkness," Duncan corrected with a smile. "Torchwood."

Shane saw Sam return the smile and was glad for his boyfriend's secret love of sci-fi. The connection acted like a key and Sam suddenly opened up. "I've always kinda known. Turns out I watch Smallville 'cause I'm into Tom Welling. In the new Star Trek movie, Chris Pine tripped my trigger as much as Zoe Saldana did." The smile faded. "It's just been, like, real hard to admit. My family doesn't know. I went to an all-boys boarding school in Tennessee, but it was, like, old-school Christian though, so whatever happened was on the DL. Then we moved here and I saw the way these douchebags at McKinley treated Kurt..."

Shane nodded; he'd heard from Blaine some of what their newest Warbler had gone through there before enrolling at Dalton.

"So as far as anyone here knows, Sam Evans is a hundred percent straight. I've got a hot cheerleader girlfriend and I play football." He sighed. "And after practice, I always, like, stall so I can try and shower by myself. Just in case, y'know. A few of the guys on the team have got seriously hot bodies. Or if I look at someone's junk and...you know..." Sam dropped his head in his hands. "Sometimes I feel...ashamed."

"There's no reason to be ashamed," Duncan assured him. "You like who you like."

"Yeah, but sometimes...it's 'cause I don't have the guts to admit it. I mean, look at you guys..."

"Hey, stop." Shane's voice was firm but gentle. "This is something you have to do in your own time and in your own way. Everybody's different. That's the first step to acceptance."

Sam looked at him. "I'm sorry I kissed you. I was upset and really wasn't thinking straight."

Duncan snorted at the unintentional pun. "Obviously," he said, then cracked up. Shane joined him. Even Sam couldn't help from chuckling.

"Had you ever kissed a guy before?"

"No." Sam answered. "I wish I could have a do-over and try again."

Shane side-glanced at Duncan (who nodded) and said, "Go ahead."

Sam hesitated, looked to Duncan for approval, then leaned in and captured Shane's lips. Shane tasted the same cherry lip-chap as Sam aggressively took control of the kiss like before, sweeping his tongue across Shane's lower lip. Shane opened his mouth, granting the younger boy access, humming as Sam's tongue probed deep inside. Then he returned the favor.

During the kiss, Shane felt Sam's hands on his arms, the boy's fingers tracing the muscles beneath his sleeves.

When they parted, both boys were a little breathless. "Wow. That was nice," Sam said.

"Even though that was with my boyfriend," Duncan interjected, "I have to say that was one hot kiss." Feeling a little possessive, he pulled Shane toward him and kissed him himself. While they tongue flirted, he came to a decision. He unzipped Shane's hoodie and slowly pushed it off his shoulders and down his arms; Shane made an inquisitive sound as he did.

Ending the kiss, Shane nuzzled his ear and whispered, "You sure?"

Duncan muttered back, "Yeah," looking into Shane's eyes and seeing that he understood. They both leaned back and looked at Sam; the boy was sitting there trying not to look too obviously at Shane's bare torso. But the tent in his jeans showed that he was liking what he was seeing.

Smiling, Duncan crooked his finger at Sam, who leaned in and caught his lips in an incredible kiss. It was hot and wet and, Jesus, Sam's lips were so soft. He wrapped an arm around the kid's shoulders to pull him closer and felt solid muscle under his tee-shirt.

When they reluctantly broke the kiss, Duncan yanked the Ole Miss football jersey he was wearing off over his head. He put Sam's hands on his bare chest and encouraged the touch. Sam took the initiative, fingertips ghosting down Duncan's pecs and outlining his well-defined obliques and eight-pack. He breathily asked, "Is this seriously happening?"

"If you want it to," Shane replied earnestly.

Sam answered by peeling his own shirt off. Shane and Duncan stared as Sam revealed the strong arms, taut pecs and washboard abs of a teen Adonis; a defined abdominal "V" vanished into the waistband of his low-riding jeans and―

Music started blasting from next door, heavy on the percussion and with Jon Bon Jovi rasping:

"This ain't a song for the broken-hearted
No silent prayer for faith departed."

Duncan eye-rolled as the opening of "It's My Life" reminded him Shane's room shared a wall with Nick Duval's. (He had to admit, though, they seemed to always have great sex when listening to that band and he hoped today would be no exception.)

"And I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd
You're gonna hear my voice
When I shout it out loud."

Crawling across the bed, Shane settled in behind Sam, reached around and started exploring his body. Shane's fingers were stroking Sam's smooth chest while Duncan unfastened and unzipped his fly. Sam helpfully lifted his ass and Duncan pulled the worn jeans down and off his muscular thighs.

"It's my life, it's now or never
I ain't gonna live forever.
I just wanna live while I'm alive!"

He contemplated the giant bulge in Sam's briefs; every detail of his cock could be seen as it strained against the thin fabric. Sam sucked in his breath as Duncan started swirling a lazy circle on the tip with his finger; soon there was a spreading sticky spot staining the blue cotton as his dick started leaking pre-cum.

"(It's my life) My heart is like an open highway
Like Frankie said: 'I did it my way!'"

Sam's head dropped back when Duncan got on the bed on all fours and started mouthing his cock through his briefs. Then Duncan snuck the waistband down and―damn! He grinned at the sight. Holy fuck! The kid's both a shower and a grower! He'd looked big before but now, fully erect, he was packing at least eight-and-a-half inches minimum. It was smooth, pink, perfect.

"I just wanna live while I'm alive
It's my life."

Duncan started with slow, juicy licks from the base to the bottom the head, stopping every few seconds to lap at the sweet liquid oozing from the slit; with each lap, Sam twitched as though shocked.

"This is for the ones who stood their ground
For Tommy and Gina, who never backed down.
Tomorrow's gettin' harder, make no mistake
Luck ain't even lucky, gotta make your own breaks."

Shane slid out from behind Sam and let the boy recline on the bed while Duncan took a break from teasing Sam's cock to pull his briefs off completely. Then Duncan's mouth engulfed as much as Sam's shaft as he could at once. "Oh, my GODDD!" Sam cried as Duncan, cheeks hollowed, went to town giving a wet and wild blowjob that had the blond boy moaning in time to each up-and-down stroke of his lips.

"It's my life and it's now or never
I ain't gonna live forever
I just wanna live while I'm alive."

Just when Sam thought it couldn't get any better, he felt something ticking his hole. He sucked in a surprised breath when a chilly goo-coated finger slid inside of him...in and out...in and out and―fuck, fuck, FUCK if that didn't feel totally incredible!

Then Duncan hit something down there that made Sam's head snap back. He wanted to ask what the hell that had been; before he could, a loud moan was ripped from him when it happened again and didn't stop and―fuck fuck FUCK!―his cock felt like it was getting even harder and bigger and he prayed Duncan never stopped...

(It's my life) My heart is like an open highway
Like Frankie said: 'I did it my way!'"

Shane stepped back and watched as Duncan fingered Sam's prostate while sucking him off; the boy writhed on the bed, consumed in raw pleasure. He licked his lips at the sight. Damned if he wasn't so fucking horny and there was Duncan's tight bubble butt oh-so invitingly stuck up in the air...

He snatched up the lube from where Duncan had left it, tore open his jeans and yanked down Duncan's sweat pants in quick order. Shane was grateful neither of them were wearing underwear and smirked as he recalled that sage Duncan Wood adage: "Why bother? It's all about the package, not the wrapper."

"I just want to live while I'm alive
It's my life."

After applying a quick coat to his throbbing cock, he teased more lube in and around Duncan's opening. It felt like there was still some left in there from their morning fuck―which was so hot and, damn, if he didn't almost lose it right there! He rubbed his slickened tip up against that little pucker and, with a slap on Duncan's ass, started to ease his way in...

"Better stand tall when they're callin' you out
Don't bend, don't break, baby, don't back down."

Duncan had stopped blowing Sam when he'd realized what Shane was up to. He let out a low groan when he felt his boyfriend's eight-incher pushing inside him. Ohhhh God, baby, yes! As Shane began thrusting with a slow, steady rhythm, Duncan went back to sucking Sam off with a vengeance.

"(It's my life) And it's now or never
I ain't gonna live forever
I just wanna live while I'm alive."

Within minutes, the renewed two-front attack had Sam bucking his hips and biting his lips; his face and chest were beet red when he started gasping, "Ohhh, shiiit, I'm gonna c-c-cuh―!" His head exploded along with his dick as he pumped blast after blast of hot cum down Duncan's throat.

Though accustomed to Shane's super-sized loads, the kid's was too much for him; Duncan swallowed as much as he could before a half-cough sent a stream running down his chin. Tasting a hint of pineapple, Duncan bent down to lick Sam's still-dribbling shaft clean. As he swirled his tongue over and around that perfect mushroom-shaped cockhead, Sam moaned and squirmed.

"(It's my life) My heart is like an open highway
Like Frankie said: 'I did it my way'
I just want to live while I'm alive
'Cause...it's...my...life!"

Now that Sam had come, Shane picked up speed and was pivoting his hips faster and harder to give Duncan a proper pounding. When he had Duncan shouting "Yeah! There! Yeah!" he knew he was hitting his spot with every thrust.

Sam, in a post-orgasmic daze, felt his cock twitch watching Shane pile-drive Duncan's ass...hearing the sound of skin slapping skin...seeing Duncan's face scrunch up as he started jerking his own neglected dick faster and faster until his hand was a blur. It took only a minute of that warp-speed hand job before Duncan came, letting out a series of gasps as he blew his own huge load all over the blanket and Sam's legs.

Then Shane let out a growl as Duncan's ass clenching around him sent him crashing over the edge. He pulled out, his swollen cock shooting ropes of cum over Duncan's ass and back and one especially long stream over his shoulder to hit Sam on the cheek. Panting, Shane collapsed on Duncan's back, sending Duncan face-planting into Sam's chest.

"Ohh, fuuuck," Shane breathed as he rolled off Duncan and onto his back. He smiled up at Sam and asked, "How was that, Sam?"

"Incredible." Sam wiped Shane's seed off his face with his forefinger―and sucked it clean; it tasted a little like...oranges? "All of it."

"Well, that's what we like to call 'round one'," Duncan muttered while kissing Shane's cum-smeared abs. "You up for round two?"

His eyes lust-dark, Sam looked down at his growing hard-on and smirked, "Looks like it," as Bon Jovi's "We Got It Goin' On" started vibrating the walls from next door.

"Is there anybody out there looking for a party?
Shake your money maker, baby, smoke it if you got it."

Sam stood, took Shane's hand and pulled him to his feet―then knelt on the floor in front of him. "At my old school, buds helped buds out and"―he touched his large lips―"I was sorta...popular," he concluded. "I never told anyone before but...I kinda really like doing this..." Leaning forward, Sam kissed the tip of Shane's cock, then tickled the underside cleft with his tongue.

"We just wanna have some fun; if you don't wanna, kiss this
Everybody raise your hands; come on, I need a witness."

Shane hummed his appreciation, gripped his hands behind his head and flexed his biceps. Duncan looked at Shane's chiseled torso and licked his lips.

"We got it goin' on
We'll be bangin' and singin' just like the Rolling Stones."

Sam wrapped his mouth around Shane's cock, sucking on the head like a baby would a bottle. Feeling it grow plump and hard in his mouth, he started bobbing further and further down the shaft. Then he squeezed right at the base and Shane bit back a moan.

"We're gonna shake up your soul, we're gonna rattle your bones
'Cause we got it goin' on
Uh huh huh...uh huh huh...hey, yeah...uh huh."

Duncan watched Shane's eyes roll up in his head as Sam greedily sucked his dick with those full red lips. The lust he felt over watching the hard-bodied teen on his knees and blowing his boyfriend was tinged with a little jealousy. Well, if you can't lick 'em, join 'em...and then lick 'em...

He got down on his knees behind Shane, gripping his ass with both hands. After a playful little slap, Duncan bent down and unleashed what Shane always called his talented tongue on a familiar target.

"You got a ticket to kick it, I wanna hear you scream now
'Cause tonight you got the right to let your hair down."

Shane gasped; Duncan's tongue sent shockwaves of pleasure through his body as it slipped in and out and around his hole. Oh, fuck, fuck, FUUUCK! He felt like his head was gonna blow off! He staggered, overwhelmed by the combined sensations both men were giving him and had to steady himself by placing one hand forward on Sam's muscular shoulder and the other back on his boyfriend's. "Oh, f-fuck!"

"Everybody's gettin' down, we're gettin' down to business
Insane, freak train, you don't wanna miss this.

Duncan smirked as Shane continued to gasp and swear. Then he remembered the kid and, while still rimming Shane, he reached between his legs to grip Sam's rock-hard shaft.

Oh, shit! Sam almost choked on Shane's dick when he felt someone's hand on his bone. He moaned―wringing a similar moan from Shane―as gentle fingers started brushing his cockhead. He let out another moan-inducing-moan when a thumb started teasing the slit.

"We got it goin' on
We'll be bangin' and singin' just like the Rolling Stones
We're gonna shake up your soul, we're gonna rattle your bones."

Duncan was so turned on by Shane's moaning he couldn't wait one more second to stick his dick in his boyfriend. Grabbing the lube, he squirted a huge dollop over himself and fingered more on Shane's hole. Climbing to his feet, he pulled Shane up against him and jammed his cock inside in one sharp motion. Surprised, Shane jerked his hips, gagging Sam as he shoved his whole length down the boy's throat.

Sweat pouring down his body, Duncan was like a man possessed as he practically fucked Shane off his feet with each upward thrust. Shane reached back and grabbed Duncan's neck, tucking his face into his shoulder. Duncan latched on to Shane's neck with his lips and started sucking a dark purple mark. Shane gritted his teeth at the pleasure-pain combination. Ohh, fuck yes, babe!

"'Cause we got it goin' on
Uh huh huh...uh huh huh...hey yeah...uh huh
Uh huh huh...uh huh huh...hey yeah...uh huh!"

"S-Shit, Sam," a flushed-faced Shane managed to whisper, "I'm close." The boy stopped sucking―then started teasing the slit with his tongue while stroking the shaft. Hissing "Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck fuck fuck..." Shane arched his back as he let loose with another gusher, splattering Sam's lips and face with streaks of cum. Sam licked his mouth, thinking, Definitely oranges...

As Shane melted back onto him, Duncan felt every muscle in his body tightening―ohhh shi-i-i-it!―and screamed as he shot his second load deep inside his boyfiend. Their legs shaking, they both fell onto the bed and kissed long and hard.

"And now a public service announcement
From my country cousin, Big Kenny, talk to the people!"

Shane looked up from Duncan's chest and saw Sam watching them and came to decision of his own. "Fair is fair. One last round, Sam," he promised. He reached into a drawer and pulled out a condom. With Duncan looking on, Shane eased the boy down on his back and, straddling his hips, tore the condom wrapper open with his teeth.

"Brothers and sisters, we're here to come together as one
And looove everybody!"

With a smile, Shane slowly and purposefully rolled the condom down over Sam's cock. Out came the lube and the boy shuddered as Shane playfully applied cold gel all over his twitching member. Shane then gripped it in both hands and gave it a few slow strokes, thumbs rubbing up under the head. While Sam's eyes rolled back, Shane hitched himself up into position until the tip of Sam's dick was pressed up against his hole.

"Can I get an 'AMEN' now?"

Both boys groaned as Shane sank down onto Sam's cock. Sam's eyes bulged as he felt that tiny ring of muscle expand and stretch around him as first his cockhead then the rest of his shaft vanished into a grunting, grimacing Shane. By the time Shane's ass was finally sitting on his crotch, it felt like his dick was gripped in a hot, throbbing circular vise.

"AMEN!"

The older boy panted, "Ohhh, shit," through gritted teeth. Duncan was thicker, but Sam was sooo long. After giving himself a minute to adjust, Shane met Sam's gaze with lust-darkened eyes and hissed, "Fuck me, Sam."

Sam arched his hips and started sliding in and out of Shane with a quickening pace. He tried rolling his pelvis and watched Shane jump and let out a gasp; Sam smiled, guessing his dick had hit the same incredible spot that Duncan had played with inside his own body. He body-rolled again and was rewarded with a moan. "Keep doing that," Shane begged. Sam eagerly obliged, enjoying the control he had over the boy riding him.

"We got it goin' on...we got it goin' on...we got it goin' on
We'll be bangin' and singin' just like the Rolling Stones."

Wanting to know what it would be like to really fuck Shane, Sam pulled out―causing a disappointed sound from Shane―got up on his knees and guided the older boy down on his back. After hooking Shane's legs up over his shoulders, Sam pushed back inside him.

We're gonna shake up your soul, we're gonna rattle your bones
'Cause we got it goin' on."

Duncan was filled with lust at the sight of Shane slowly coming unglued as the kid fucked him like a pro. Pre-cum was trickling down Shane's shaft and Duncan had to taste his boyfriend. He climbed over Shane on all fours and started slurping down every drop.

"Gettin' down with Big and Rich and Richie, and Jon
Just bangin' and singin', why don't you hop on along
'Cause we got it goin' on..."

Being fucked and sucked, Shane let out a continuous moaning sexual growl. He wasn't even aware of the crotch hanging over his face until Duncan's swinging dick hit him in the face; Shane caught it with his lips and sucked it into his hungry mouth. Both boys let out muffled groans of pleasure as they sixty-nined.

They didn't last long. Shane came first, unable to withstand the dual stimulation for one more second. Duncan felt Shane pulsing inside his mouth as he gobbled down his boyfriend's third load. While rubbing the sticky head of Shane's cock on his swollen lips, he yelped at his own sudden climax. His dick slipped out of Shane's mouth and painted Shane's face and neck with hot seed.

Sam felt overwhelmed as Shane's ass clenched even more tightly around his cock. Holy shit if it wasn't that or the sight of two guys spraying cum all over each other that sent him over the edge and oh, my FUCKING GOD! He screamed as the white-hot blast of an orgasm ripped through him and his dick exploded and overfilled the condom with his juice. Every muscle of his sweat-soaked body shook; exhausted, he slumped forward atop the other two. They rested that way for who knew how long.

All three were smeared from head to toe with cum and lube. They let Sam shower first, Duncan wiping down first Shane's body then his own with his discarded sweats. While sipping from a water bottle, Shane looked at him with a soft smile. After Duncan had finished, Shane wrapped his arms around him. "Babe, I love you. What you did today was incredible..."

Deliberately misunderstanding, Duncan quipped, "C'mon, Shay, it's my signature move."

Shane gave him a hairy eyeball. "You know what I mean."

His expression sobered. "Yeah, I just wanted...he needed to know he's not alone, that what he's feeling isn't...wrong." Like I did, were the unspoken words. Shane heard them anyway and softly kissed him.

Duncan had come out when he was thirteen―and been shoved right back in the closet by a father more concerned with his own professional reputation than his son's well-being and happiness. Their father-son relationship all but destroyed, Duncan spent the next two years angry, miserable and alone. Until a chance meeting with a blue-eyed boy from Mississippi changed his life.

By the time Sam had finished, they'd pulled on some clothes. Dressed and with damp hair, he looked a more than a little mind-blown by what had happened today.

Shane asked, "You all right?"

"Yeah. It's just...wow..." Sam bashfully smiled. "I don't know how to thank you for the talking. And the...other stuff..." he trailed off, blushing.

"Stay in touch," Duncan insisted. "This wasn't just a 'hit-it-and-quit-it' fuckfest. We wanted to show you that there's nothing to be ashamed about." He clapped Sam on the shoulder. "And that you're not alone."

"Yeah, call either of us any time if you want to talk about stuff like this. Or even if it's just to shoot the breeze. Duncan goes back to school next week, but I'll be here at Dalton."

"Yeah, visit him. He gets lonely. But hands off, tiger," Duncan smirked. "He won't be that lonely."

"Thanks. I will. Promise." Eyes moist, Sam hugged them both before they walked him down to the lobby. Still talking as they approached the main entrance, none of them paid attention to the shouts from right outside. Or the buzz-click sound of the door being unlocked.

As Sam reached for the handle, the door suddenly swung open and a laughing, dark-haired boy came bounding in; he was looking back over his shoulder and ran right into Sam, knocking them both off balance.

"Oh, God, I'm sorry. It was all my fault. I wasn't looking where I was going..." Blaine Anderson automatically apologized―then stopped when his hazel eyes met Sam's green ones. His mouth spread in a goofy grin. "Uhh..."

The same goofy grin was mirrored on Sam's lips as they just stood there looking at each other and blushing.

When Sam regained the power of speech, he stammered, "Uh, d-don't worry. No harm done."

Blaine seemed like he had no intention of moving from that spot―until Jeff came in behind him and, after a quick sizing-up of the situation, gave him a playful shove toward the stairs. "C'mon, dude! Take a picture, it'll last longer," he teased.

As Blaine was reluctantly led away, Sam's eyes followed him. He made an amused noise when one of Jeff's pushes made Blaine stumble adorably up onto the first step. Only after the dark-haired boy was out of sight did Sam finally wave and leave.

Shane and Duncan exchanged glances. "Please tell me I didn't just imagine that," Shane asked with a chuckle.

"Sho' nuff," Duncan confirmed. "That much sexual tension coulda been seen from orbit." A thought came to him and he smiled his signature sly smile. "My young padawan, a new mission for you I have," he said in his Yoda voice. "'Project Niff' will the other Warblers take over; in my absence 'Project Blam' concentrate on you must."

Shane smiled back. "Absolutely, my master..."

TO BE CONTINUED

And from this point on, the story, though already tenuously attached to the Glee 'verse, goes AU with Blam in the second season!

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