Learning Curve Chapter 2: Tools of the Trade, a glee fanfic

*New Directionally Impaired is a story to me that I enjoy sharing and taking the boys on new adventures. I've fairly well decided this story is basic smut. I hope you guys don't mind too much. Here is the latest installment of Learning Curve. Please let me know what you think (good or bad - I'm thick skinned and can take it). Also, if you haven't already take a look at my other FanFiction: New Directionally Impaired, thanks ~ Donitello*

Tools of the Trade

Sam bounded up and grabbed his clothes from the floor running upstairs to wash off the afternoon's adventure, and to get some distance between he and Blaine. He didn't regret for one instant what had just happened, but needed to figure out how he did feel about it. He knew he loved Blaine, and he had always known that he was good looking but somewhere between friends and best friends he realized he must have became attracted to him. It was too easy to be turned on by him and Sam needed to figure out where to go from here.

Blaine was still reeling from what had just happened. He didn't have sex or do sexual things lightly. It took so long for him to understand that he was attracted to Kurt, and then much longer before anything romantic or sexual happened. He wasn't even Sam, and they were only friends. He knew that they would never be friends with benefits because that's not how he was made and deep down he felt that that was not how Sam was either. He didn't imagine that it would turn into a relationship because he didn't want to give himself false hope, but he could still taste the salty flavor on his lips and the memory was etched in his brain. He couldn't wipe the smile off his face of how enraptured Sam was by his actions, and how loving and desperate his voice was begging for more.

Blaine decided he needed a shower, so he took the memory card to the printer and started printing out some photos. When Blaine made his way upstairs he found Sam in his bedroom just sitting on his bed staring out into space.

"You okay Samuel," Blaine asked curiously.

"Yeah, I'm fine dude," Sam replied never making eye contact.

"Are you upset? I'm sorry that things went that far Sam. I…it was never my intension," Blaine started stuttering as tears built up in his eyes.

Sam lunged forward wrapping his friend in his arms and gently patting his back and started making shushing sounds to quiet him.

"Dude, no, seriously it's cool. I didn't think that would happen either but I'm kinda glad it did," he told Blaine.

"You..you are," Blaine said confused.

"Yeah…I mean…well alright were best bro's right. Well, you know I started thinking what if we were more than bro's. I mean…I don't want to like date you or anything…I don't think…but now that that happened…I want it to happen again. And I want to try other stuff too. I mean I'm not gay. And I don't think I'm bi 'cause I'd don't look at guys and stuff…but your special you know," Sam asked trying to make sense of the situation?

"No I don't really understand, but it's ok. We'll figure it out later. Right now I need a shower and then we have to get back to work. I mean I still have to turn in a kick ass art project or I'm going to ruin my G.P.A. So let's put this on the back burner until we know what it is that we want to say…okay," Blaine asked in an attempt to buy himself some time.

In the shower Blaine was struck by images of his afternoon with Sam, and panged with the thought that he could lose his best friend. He decided to take the Scarlett O'Hara strategy. He won't think about this today. He'll think about it tomorrow. Today he was just going to savor the moment.

He emerged downstairs to find Sam leafing through the printout of photos. He meticulously thumbed through each one trying to find a stylized pose that would make sketching out easier for Blaine. He had two stacks Blaine could only assume to be useful, and not useful. He comes up behind him with his hands shoved deeply in his pockets as to keep them too himself.

"What are you doing," he asked innocently.

"Well I'm trying to find a good pose. Something that would give you the action you need and also help with learning the body form," Sam said absentmindedly as he stared at each one.

"What are these stacks?"

"That one is the one's I think will be good and this one is just discarded," Sam responded.

Blaine picked up the discarded stack of printouts and couldn't bear the idea of throwing away images of Sam; all of them were beautiful to Blaine.

"Hey, what about this one," Blaine pulled out of the discarded stack wondering how it could have possibly ended up there.

"Well it's a weird pose. I couldn't see how you would use it," Sam said with an odd expression on his face.

"It looks like a baseball player about to take off. You know like he just hit a homer," Blaine said with excitement.

Sam knew that look. He'd made it before; the look of when something artistically struck him. He could see the scene in Blaine's head playing out through his eyes as if it were a movie projector.

"Alright, how do I start this? I don't want to lose this idea," Blaine questioned never leaving the photograph?

Sam ran and grabbed a sketch book and some supplies and so that Blaine could start working. When he returned he helped get Blaine comfortable and walked him through the beginning stages of working on a live art form like creating the stick model, and basic shape outlines. Then explained the shadowing and fleshing out the image to make it three-dimensional. Sam realized how much he was enjoying teaching art, and Blaine discovered an unknown talent about himself. He finally had to give in to the concept that there are just some things you can't automatically know how to do or have an immediate talent towards. His drawing was one that he had to work for. He was earning his way through this and was unsure if it was the work or his at home tutor that was making this project mean so much to him.

The hours seemed to slip by unnoticed. Sam never left Blaine's side, and with each flicker of the pencil Blaine's talent was increasing. Increasing until he came to a tricky part of the sketch. He was trying to make his sketch's hips position right but couldn't quite get it where he wanted it to go. He was staring at the image of Sam in the position that inspired the drawing, but it was as if he couldn't wrap his mind around how to manipulate the carbon tip to transfer the way he was needed.

"Arrrrgghhh…I just can't get this right," Blaine yelled out in frustration as he threw the rubber knead eraser across the room and buried his head into his folded arms on the table.

"You were doing great. Maybe we should take a quick break and then when we get back to it I'll show you a trick I use sometimes," Sam said gently.

"Alright, that's fine…it's just this is so frustrating. Hey what time is it? You hungry," Blaine asked thinking that maybe the grumbling in his stomach and lack of fuel was feeding into the frustration.

The boys realized how much of the day had actually slipped by and how little they had had to eat. He handed Sam his phone and had him order pizza, while Blaine picked up some of the sheets and clutter from the photo shoot. Removing the sheet from the sofa was much more difficult than one would imagine because Blaine's mind instantly transported him back to earlier in the day. He couldn't believe that that had happened, and that he and Sam had just picked up where they left off with no bumps or awkward actions after. It was like it was just part of their natural routine: hang out, joke around, suck someone off, draw a little bit, order a pizza, etc…

Sam startled Blaine out of his haze by yelling over to him to come back to the table. They had about a thirty minute wait and Sam wanted Blaine to work on more of the drawing, preferably the scenery around his figure, i.e. put in some stands, and a crowd. Fill in the drawing. They worked until the pizza arrived, and then ate.

Once everything was finished and cleared away the Art-Nazi Sam ordered him to return to his homework.

"Is this what it's like when I'm pushing you to do your work," Blaine asked in a huff?

"What do you mean," Sam asked confused.

"Well, every time I start to get comfortable or slightly distracted you make me go back to it. It's frustrating. I don't want to do it," Blaine laughed.

"Yep, pretty well. You'd be surprised at some of the things I've thought about doing just to get you to forget about tutoring me. But you have to admit that art is better than English anytime," Sam said with an assured grin.

"No, it's really not. I know English. I can figure it out with no problem. This is hard and I'm having to stumble my way through it," Blaine responded sheepishly.

"So you do know how I feel. You make me feel dumb sometimes. I know you don't do it on purpose, and I'm pretty sure you don't think I am…but when you look at me sometimes and I don't get something that you think is easy it makes me feel stupid," Sam said blushing.

"Oh Sam, I never want you to think that. You may not understand some of the school stuff, but you're one of the smartest people I know. I look up to you because you can understand people and stuff in ways I never could. You can see into their souls and I just stand in awe of you," Blaine said as he lifted Sam's chin to make sure they had eye contact.

Part of Sam thought Blaine was just trying to make him feel better, but another part wanted to believe every word. To have someone like Blaine Anderson think you're smart must mean you really are, right, the thought to himself. And when Blaine made him look into his eyes he could get lost in those hazel orbs forever and never try to find his way out. He shook himself out of his trance and just hugged his friend. He breathed in his scent and couldn't help want to touch him more. To know every inch of this man that maintained his affection and was gaining more and more ownership of his heart.

"Alright. Enough killing time. We've got work to do," Sam demanded.

"Yes master," Blaine mumbled and tromped over to where Sam had walked to.

"Okay, what were going to do is basically like muscle memory in Glee. I want you to take the position that your drawing has. Stand just like him and it will help you understand how to put the image if your body knows what it feels like," Sam said in his best Obi Wan Kenobi impression.

"Do I also have to be one with the force," Blaine said in his driest sarcastic tone?

"Yes young Padawan, you must, hmmmmm," Sam retorted embodying that of Yoda.

Blaine realized today he was not going to get the best of Sam so he just dropped the sarcasm and did as he was told. He took position and even mimed throwing down the bat so he could get in the right stance. Sam didn't think he was standing right so he came over to assist. He pulled his shoulders to the right positioning, and ran to the table to double check his accuracy, then back to Blaine to finalize. Then he dropped to his knees and placed his hands on either side of Blaine's hips and pivoted them around put them right but he was still pushed forward to far, and without realizing he was breaking several conversational distance barriers, placed his flat left hand on Blaine's frontal pelvic region and held his hips in place to get him where he needed to be.

Blaine stayed unaware of Sam's hands, until his hand was squarely on his dick. He refused to say anything, but he could tell that Sam was aware suddenly of what he was doing but considering the hardness of Blaine's erection there was no way he could have missed it.

"Yeah, I think I know what you mean. Um…Let's go over here and try to get this," Blaine blurted out nervously.

Sam started to agree, but then decided that he was not afraid nor ashamed of how he was feeling so dammit he was not going to let this opportunity pass him by.

"Well, actually…um…I've been teaching you all day…and uh…kinda want learn something," Sam stuttered out.

"Okay, what do you want to learn," the oblivious Blaine replied.

"How to give my best friend a blow job," he said meekly.

"Sam, do you really think this is a good idea," Blaine asked?

"No, but I want to do it anyway. Now march your hot tight ass over here and put your damn dick in my mouth," Sam demanded in a playful drill sergeant tone.

Blaine did as he was ordered. He walked over to Sam, who was still sitting on his knees, but once Blaine came with in reaching distance Sam grabbed him by his belt and dragged him the rest of the say. Sam unbuckled Blaine's jeans followed by the undoing the zipper. Then entire time he could feel the erected mass pushing out against the material. The sensations were overwhelming: intimidation fueled by passionate desire and mystery.

Once Blaine was released from his denim captivity Sam was bewildered about how to proceed. He had received blow jobs before, but this was the first time he'd given one and didn't know exactly what to do so he took the tip of his tongue and started licking around the pecker delicately and slowly until he'd gathered enough courage to take the swelling instrument into his mouth. It was a weird feeling, awkward but not unpleasant. He used his jaws to apply pressure and then he felt Blaine surge and his brain was washed clean of all thought. The feeling was intense and liked the feeling because he knew he had pleased Blaine in some small way.

Then he took a deep breath in through is nose and Sam was washed in the pheromone musk scent. There was no longer a though process, or figuring anything out he took in the whole engorged muscle and shoved it back into his throat, gagging a few times, but never allowing that to distract him. He reached his hands up and grasped a hold of Blaine's well developed ass and started kneading and rubbing like a wild man. He was insatiable and couldn't get enough of this man's body. Unable to contain himself any longer he undid his own restrictive garments and pulled himself out and started rubbing his own dick in sync with the bobbing of his head on Blaine's increasing erection.

Blaine had latched onto Sam's shoulder for stability because what was happening had thrown him entirely off balance in more than one way. His brain was exploding with pleasure and intense thought of the ramifications of this day. He felt that Sam had grown accustomed to having a dick in his mouth and throat from the decreased amount of gagging coming from him, and started to lightly pump into Sam's inviting, warm moist orifice until he felt himself at a precipice of explosion. He gasped, and shook uncontrollably and barely liberated his cock from Sam before the cum white washed Sam's face. His body was limp and felt the vibration underneath him as Sam continued to violently jerk himself off, but once Sam followed Blaine's ejaculation shortly and fell backwards onto his back.

Blaine pulled his pants up and just laid beside his blonde demy-god. Both lost in trying to recapture their breath and Sam plastered in cum. Neither Sam nor Blaine could move or think clearly. They just laid there in post philatio ecstasy until Blaine's cell phone started to buzz. Blaine pulled it out of his pocket and had already decided to ignore the call until he saw that it was his mother calling him.

"He…hello," Blaine said nervously and still slightly breathless.

"Hey baby, are you and Sam enjoying your Saturday," She asked pleasantly.

"Uh yeah, it's been a surprisingly productive day," Blaine replied while feeling his face becoming inflamed.

"Well, we have a surprise for you. Dad and I think that you should play hooky for a few days and come join us. Cooper even has someone he wants to introduce you to," She explained in hopeful excitement.

"Mom I can't. I mean I've got Glee and my clubs, and everything. I can't just take off like that," Blaine tried to explain.

"Oh come on. You've worked so hard you deserve a reward, and besides I'd like to spend a couple of family days with my the favorite men in the world. Please Blaine. Come join us," his mother begged.

"Alright, for a few days. I'd kinda like to see Cooper anyway," Blaine said because he knew he would eventually relent to his mother.

They hung up the phone and he turned over to Sam was still lying on the floor and he laid his head on the rippled six pack of his long time crush. Sam just brought his hand up and ran it through Blaine's gelled hair.

"What's going on," Sam quizzed.

"My mom wants me to come to New York and spend a few days with her, dad, and Cooper. Plus Cooper wants to introduce me to somebody," he muttered.

"Well, tell them you can meet whoever they want you to but your under strict orders that it can't go anywhere," Sam stated.

"Under who's orders," Blaine questioned confused.

"Your boyfriend's, and do me a favor: could you please not put gel in your hair after we shower," Sam breathed out.

"Sure, but why," Blaine asked.

"I was kinda wanting to grab a handful of it when I'm riding your ass later," Sam said which put a smile on both boy's faces.