A/N: Thanks to everyone for their love and support of this fic, it was only to be five chapters but grew into thirteen chapters. The story isn't done so I will be doing a sequel. Once again thank you all for your love and support! and be watching for the sequel.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee...Enjoy!
Feeling reckless? She texted him.
Yes. He texted back.
Good, turn around. Sam turned around and saw Mercedes' car parked at the bottom of the driveway. She sent him another text. Bring a change of clothes and come on.
She didn't have to ask him twice.
Mercedes waited as Sam ran into the house and skipped two steps as a time as he ran into his room and dumped the contents of his backpack on his bed. He grabbed some clean clothes and stuffed them into his backpack as well as his toiletries. He received another text from Mercedes reminding him to bring his books and what ever he might need for school.
Sam shut the door to his bedroom and ran upstairs to the main floor. He texted Mercedes that he was gonna say goodnight to Kurt and Finn and be right out.
"Kurt." Sam whispered, tapping on his bedroom door. "Kurt."
Sam went to Finn's room and heard Finn and Kurt's raised voices. He quickly knocked on the door, putting a quick end to their argument.
"Hey you guys knock that shit off," Sam said above a whisper. "You want your parents to hear y'all?"
On the other side of the threshold, Finn's eyes bugged out, his heart racing in his chest as he wondered how much of the argument did Sam hear. Kurt rolled his eyes as he rubbed his fingers against his temples, trying to stop the future headache he was sure was coming on.
"S-Sam?" Finn stammered. "Uh…dude what do you want?"
"Open the door and find out." Sam replied, "And hurry, I don't have a lot of time."
Finn gulped down the lump in his throat and took a deep breath before opening the bedroom door. He came face to face with the green-eyed blond. "Whassup?" he asked, a small smile formed on his lips
Sam glanced at Finn then at Kurt, a smile broke out on his face. Finn was physically relieved. "Uh hey just wanted you guys to know that I'm about to take off with Mercedes." he informed them. "So I'll see you in school tomorrow."
"You're taking off with Mercedes again?" Finn blurted out. "But you just got b…"
"Okay Sam, see you at school." Kurt jumped in, cutting Finn off before he make an ass of himself.
Sam narrowed his eyes at Finn. "Uh…yeah, see ya." He guessed things between Finn and Rachel was really bad.
They waited until they heard Sam ran downstairs, opened and shut the front door before saying another word.
"You must have a death wish." Kurt hissed, turning to his brother. "What the hell was that?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Finn replied, fringing innocence. "I just find it ridiculous that Sam is going off again…"
"With Mercedes…" Kurt added, watching his brother's reaction, closely.
Finn cut his eyes at him. "What does that have to do anything? She is his woman." The words left a bad taste in his mouth.
"That's right Finn his woman," Kurt continued, watching Finn's eyes darken. "And don't you forget it."
"Will you please shut the fuck up about Sam and Mercedes?" Finn hissed. "What do you think I am...jealous?"
"Uh…yeah," Kurt replied. "And if you keep acting weird around her, Sam is going to finally put it together and come after you." Kurt warned him.
"Kurt will you stop," Finn scoffed. "I'm telling you this thing with Rachel is getting to me, so I'm not thinking straight and saying a lot of the wrong things." He explained. "I swear I can't close my eyes without Rachel stalking Me." he chuckled, trying to make light of the situation.
"Uh-huh," Kurt replied, not believing a word coming out of Finn's mouth. He looked at his watch and headed towards the door, he had promised Blaine that he would call him before he turned in for the night. "If you try anything to breakup Sam and Mercedes, there will be hell to pay." He warned him. "And I'm not talking about Sam beating your ass, either."
Sam threw his backpack in the backseat and eagerly kissed Mercedes on the lips. "Where are you taking me, gorgeous?" he asked, buckling his seatbelt.
Mercedes quickly smiled at Sam. "Be patient, we'll be there soon." She answered. "In the mean time, call your parents and let them know that we got back safely and text Mike and ask him to tell Tina that I made it back in one piece."
Sam rolled his eyes. "Why does everyone think that I'm going to let something happen to you?" he asked.
Mercedes shrugged. "They are just being protective."
"A little overprotective if you asked me," he mumbled, taking he took out his phone.
Dwight and Mary were relieved to hear Sam and Mercedes had made it back to Lima safely. As Sam continued to make small talk with his parents, he looked out the window and sat up straight; stunned when he realized where they were headed. He turned to Mercedes and raised an eyebrow. Mercedes smiled, as if she read his mind; answering his unspoken question.
"Are you serious?" Sam asked, once he said goodbye to his parents. "Your house as in where your parents live?"
"Yeah," Mercedes chuckled, glancing at him through the rearview mirror. "Skird?"
"I would be a fucking liar if I say I wasn't." Sam ran his hands through his hair and took a deep breath. "Your dad is going to kill us if we get caught. I hope you know that."
"I'm very aware of that, but I doubt that will happen." She answered sweetly.
Sam looked at Mercedes incredulously. "Babe you're a screamer," Sam reminded her. "Unless you're suggesting that I gag you, we are as good as dead."
Mercedes giggled. "Do you want me to turn the car around and take you back to the Hudson-Hummel's?"
"Are you kidding? I might as well die a happy death."
"I should have known you would choose getting laid over life." She deadpanned. "You're just horny."
"And you're not?" He countered, "As I recall, this is your idea." He replied, smiling triumphantly.
"Hey you can't fault me, did you see how hot my man is? I can't help myself, I get all hot and bothered when he speaks Na'vi and do impressions."
"He sounds like a keeper."
"He is; I'm going to marry him one day."
"I feel the same way about my baby," Sam reached over and caressed her cheek. "She's the love of my life." Mercedes quickly leaned into his touch and kissed the palm of his hand.
A few minutes later, Mercedes parked the car in the driveway. The house was dark except for the outside lights that lined the immaculate lawn. Mercedes' hands were sweaty and her heart pounded loudly in her chest as she tried to appear cool, calm and collected, unfortunately Sam knew her all to well. He reached over and rubbed her arm to settled her nerves.
"So much for all my big talk, huh?" Mercedes gave him a small smile.
"I'm nervous too, babe." He confessed, returning her smile.
Mercedes took the keys out of the ignition. "Ready?"
Sam nodded. He reached over the front seat, grabbed his backpack and opened the passenger's side door. He shut it quietly behind him and swiftly walked around the car and took Mercedes' backpack from her and followed her to the front door.
Neither spoke as she unlocked the door and opened it.
They entwined their fingers and stepped into the darken house together. Sam's heart jumped into his throat as Mercedes locked the door behind them, sensing his fear Mercedes gave him a peck on the cheek and led him upstairs. The motion sensor lights lit their way to the second floor where Mercedes' room was located. Last summer, when Sam used to visit Mercedes at her home, he was surprised to find out that she and her older brother had the second floor to themselves while the master suite took up the entire third floor.
Once they were safely inside Mercedes' room, Sam released the breath he didn't know he was holding.
"A lot has happened since the last time you were here." Mercedes began, "First of all, I finally got a lock on my door." she said, locking it.
"It's about time," Sam replied, remembering the times they almost gotten caught by her parents. Sam placed their backpacks on the queen size bed and plopped down, taking Mercedes with him. "I see that you had redecorated," he commented looking around. "It's nice, very nice and so you."
The main wall of her room was painted violet with a single white stripe while the wall by the widow was painted white with a single violet stripe. Her curtains and down comforter was the color of lilac.
Mercedes laughed. "Kurt helped me decorate it."
Sam's face lit up; on her vanity were framed photos of the two of them together along with photos of Stacie and Stevie among pictures of her family. "I'm pretty sure Shane didn't appreciate seeing pictures of me and my siblings on your vanity." He remarked.
Mercedes shrugged her shoulders. "I wouldn't know, he never stepped foot in my room." she kicked off her shoes and moved towards the middle of the queen size bed. She grabbed a throw pillow and wrapped her arms around it. "In case you're wondering, Shane and I never…"
"I don't want to know," Sam said quickly, interrupting her. "It doesn't matter," secretly he was relieved he was the only man who had ever touched her. "It's in the past." He kicked off his shoes and scooted next to her. "And if you're wondering, when I was stripping, I never…"
She silenced him with a kiss…
The kiss would have gone on forever but since neither Sam nor Mercedes possessed a respiratory bypass system, they reluctantly ended the kiss to replenish the oxygen their burning lungs demanded.
Mercedes gazed into Sam's green eyes, they were darkened with desire. She brushed the hair out his face and smiled shyly, biting her bottom lip. Sam caught her hand and kissed each finger one by one. Her breath caught in her throat and the butterflies within her fluttered wildly.
"Wow," she gasped, giggling. "Is it getting hot in here or is it just me?"
"It's you," he whispered. "Let's get rid of some of these clothes to cool you down." he suggested.
"Um…not so fast mister," she said. "I'm not going to be the only one stripping."
"You're absolutely right," Sam agreed. "This is a joint project."
"Sam Evans you are such a dork."
"Yeah, but that's one of the main reasons why you love me." He quipped.
"So you're okay with this?" She asked, "I mean being here with me knowing my parents are sleeping on the floor above us?"
"I'm reckless baby," Sam replied. "As long as you have a lock on the door, and you don't be screaming my name too loudly, I'm good."
"I try to keep it down," she promised. Mercedes took his hand and brought it to her lips, she turned it over and traced the lines of his palm with the tip of her tongue; the tingling sensation went straight between his legs.
"Damn Mercedes," Sam moaned, he shifted uncomfortably as his dick strained against the crotch of his jeans. "If I don't get these jeans off, I'm afraid your new bestest friend is going burst through the seams."
"Oh we can't have that," Mercedes said, teasingly. Sam let her unbutton his jeans and pulled down the zipper, she reached into his pants and slid her hand into his boxers and fondled him, his dick twitched in her small hand. "Hello new bestest friend," she greeted warmly.
Sam shut his eyes and bit his bottom lip as Mercedes continued her ministrations. "Mercedes," he said in a harsh whisper. "It's feels good baby." She planted a kiss on his lips.
"Want me to stop?" she whispered, her tiny hand wrapped tightly around his erection.
He shook his blond head furiously. He pushed his jeans and boxers below his knees to give her more access. Pre-cum oozed from the purple head, the sticky, clear substance ran down the side of his dick and covered her hand. Mercedes dipped her head and flicked her tongue over the sensitive head, lapping up the slightly salty juices. Sam grabbed a pillow and placed it over his head to stifle his moans. His hips bucked upward as she licked the underside of his dick along the throbbing vein.
Mercedes opened her mouth and sucked his dick into her mouth. His muffled cries of pleasure got a little louder, she continued to stroke him as her tongue twirled around his dick; with her free hand she reached between his thighs and gave his balls some attention. Sam reached one hand down and caressed her cheek; he thrust his dick in and out of her mouth. It wasn't long before Sam's abdomen muscles contract. Sam felt a tingly feeling around his balls and dick, he pressed the pillow harder over his face as the pleasant feeling overtook his body, he called out Mercedes name in a strangle cry as he came, spilling his seed down her throat.
Mercedes released his dick from her mouth, she reached up and grabbed the pillow off his face, his expression was that of utter bliss. Sam looked at her with glazed over eyes and sighed contently.
"Are you okay?"
"Mmmm-hum," he replied. Sam patted the space next to him. "Come here baby." She giggled softly as she crawled next to him and snuggled against him. Sam kissed her on the temple. "Let's get you out of these clothes." He kissed her again. He discarded his jeans and boxers, pulled off his tee-shirt, and tossed them in a neat pile next to the bed.
Sam helped Mercedes out of her tee-shirt and added it to the pile; he unhooked the front clasped of her sexy pink bra and tossed it on the growing pile. He quickly latched his mouth on her left breast, teasing her erect nipple with his teeth and tongue as he simultaneously pinched and caressed her right nipple. Mercedes drew her lips into her mouth to stifle a moan. She grabbed a fistful of blond locks and pressed his head against her breasts as she arched her back forward, enjoying the caresses of his tongue on her sensitive flesh.
Mercedes cooed softly, racking her nails lightly up and down Sam's back; he peppered her skin with hot kissed as he trailed down her body. "Sam," she hissed her voice thick with desire.
He hooked his fingers under the waistband of her tight skinny jeans and tugged them down her legs along with her boy shorts and tossed them near the pile of clothes. He continued his journey, kissing her legs, ankles and each toes individually before starting his journey back up her body. Sam nudged her legs open, showering her inner thighs with kisses. Mercedes clutched the sheets, biting the insides of her mouth in an effort to prevent herself from screaming. The sweet scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, Sam growled softly, pressing the tip of his nose against the opening of her drenched pussy. He slowly lapped up the overflowing juices from her thighs, savoring the taste.
Mercedes arched her back high off the bed, the tingling sensation of Sam's breath on her ultra sensitive pussy made her quiver. Sam's parted her pussy lips with his tongue. "Ohmigod." Mercedes hissed grabbing a pillow and placing it over her mouth; she didn't trust herself to keep her moans at a decent volume. Sam sucked her clit into his mouth, his tongue teasingly flicking over the pulsating nub. Mercedes sighed contently as Sam continued to gently stroke her pussy with his tongue until she wrapped her legs around his neck and rode his tongue until she flooded his mouth with her sweet nectar.
Her legs fell to the side, Sam kissed her pussy lips and crawled from between her legs and plopped down next to her, he lifted the pillow off her face and raised an eyebrow in amusement. Mercedes wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him tenderly on the lips; Sam scooped Mercedes in his arms and deepened the kiss. He rubbed his erection against her soft skin, Mercedes reached down and wrapped her hand around the head of his shaft and squeezed, Sam growled softly in his throat.
"In the second drawer," Mercedes whispered, "I have a surprise for you."
Sam momentarily rolled off her and opened the second drawer of the nightstand, imagine his surprise when he took out a box of Captain American's condoms; he looked back at Mercedes giving her a nose scrunching smile. He opened the box and took out several gold wrappers.
"Happy birthday." She sang, sweetly.
"I can't wait to try it out." he smirked. Sam climbed back into bed, and opened the wrapper, Mercedes helped him put on the condom, they both giggled at the Captain American shield on the tip.
Mercedes lay back on the pillows and held her breath in anticipation; Sam guided the head of his dick to the opening of her pussy and slowly entered her. They both gasped as their bodies became one. Mercedes wrapped her legs around his slim waist and her arms around Sam's neck pulling him closer to her. Sam ever so slowly rolled his hips; sliding his dick deeper inside her, his breath hitched; the feeling of her warmth wrapped around his shaft was indescribable. Mercedes' nails raked against his back, drawing tiny specks of blood as he thrust in and out of her.
"Sammy," she whispered in his ear, breathing heavily. "That's feels so good baby…oh god Sammy." She traced the shell of his ear with her tongue before sucking his earlobe into her mouth to prevent herself from moaning too loudly. Mercedes pressed her thighs tightly around Sam's waist; she lifted her hips off the bed to meet his thrusts, her vaginal muscles tightened around his dick. "Faster Sammy, I'm getting ready to cum." Sam adjusted his rhythm accordingly. A few strokes later; Mercedes bit down on his shoulder as she came – marking him.
"Mercedes," Sam gasped, thrusting in and out of her quickly as his own climax began to overtake him. "Mercedes." he cradled his head in the hollow of her neck, trembling as he came. Sam relaxed on top her taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. He slowly pulled out, making sure not to spill the contents of the condom and threw it away in the wastebasket next to Mercedes' bed.
Mercedes pulled back the covers; Sam climbed in next to her and pulled him in her arms.
"Were the condom, okay?" Mercedes asked.
"I have no complaints." He answered. "Do you?"
"Nope," she said, popping the p. "When I saw them, I said yeah that's my Sammy, Captain America."
"And don't you forget it babe," he kissed her on the cheek. "I really don't want to go to school tomorrow." He groaned. "I wanna stay here, in bed with you."
"I feel the same way, but we already missed a day of school." Mercedes replied. "I don't want Coach Sylvester calling my parents if I missed a second day of glee boot camp."
"I guess you're right," Sam yawned, closing his eyes. "All the excitement from this weekend is finally catching up with me."
Mercedes nodded, closing her eyes. "I guess I can talk my parents into letting me skip my first two classes, it shouldn't be that hard."
"That's great babe, what time does your parents leave for work?"
"Are you going to feed me breakfast?"
"We have tons of cereal."
"What kind of host are you? I was thinking eggs, toast and beacon."
"It's not your birthday anymore."
"Ha, I'm far from it." she kissed his chest. "Go to sleep, Sammy."
Fifteen minutes later…
"Yes, Sammy?" Mercedes mumbled sleepily.
"I love you."
"I love you too, now go to sleep."
"Alright, but I have to tell you one more thing."
Mercedes opened her eyes and looked at him.
"What is it Sammy?" she was getting a little annoyed.
"Thank you for the best birthday I ever had." He placed a finger under her chin and lifted her face, to meet his. "I love you, Mercedes-soon-to-be-Evans-Jones." he gave her a kiss that left her breathless.
"I love you too, Sam Evans." She said, as a smile spread on her lips.
A/N: To be continue in the sequel...Thanks for reading! Love y'all