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na_kabaji_usu; Sam/Kurt! smexyyimes and Burt finds them later?
Sam can still taste Kurt in his mouth. Oh, it's covered up by the taste of Colgate but Sam knows he can still taste it. He's totally not imagining the slight bitter and salty tang sitting at the back of his throat and he regrets not grabbing some mouthwash while he was in the Hummel bathroom. Sam can also still feel Kurt underneath his hands, like the soft skin of Kurt's thighs or the soft roundness of his butt has burned its way through Sam's nerve endings. It's like something out of a bad novel, Sam just can't stop thinking about it.
"Dad!" Kurt flails frantically and for a second Sam thinks that Kurt is going to grab his hand but Kurt eventually sticks his hands in his pockets. There's a small part of Sam that feels hurt. "You weren't supposed to be back yet. Weren't you going to enjoy a night out with the guys?"
Burt Hummel is as different from his son as night and day. He's big but soft, his shoulders curve downward and he has meat around his face. He's wearing flannel, which Sam is pretty sure Kurt would never be caught dead in. While Kurt is svelte Burt looks like he could probably bench press Sam.
Or at least break his arm, he kind of looks like he wants to too.
"Hi, Mister Hummel." Sam steps forward, past Kurt who makes a desperate little noise in the back of his throat, and sticks out his hand. "I'm Sam."
And ten minutes ago I was sucking your son off while he practically sang The Star Spangled Banner.
na_kabaji_usu; Sam/Kurt! smexyyimes and Burt finds them later?Sam can still taste Kurt in his mouth. Oh, it's covered up by the taste of Colgate but Sam knows he can still taste it. He's totally not imagining the slight bitter and salty tang sitting at the back of his throat and he regrets not grabbing some mouthwash while he was in the Hummel bathroom. Sam can also still feel Kurt underneath his hands, like the soft skin of Kurt's thighs or the soft roundness of his butt has burned its way through Sam's nerve endings. It's like something out of a bad novel, Sam just can't stop thinking about it.
"Dad!" Kurt flails frantically and for a second Sam thinks that Kurt is going to grab his hand but Kurt eventually sticks his hands in his pockets. There's a small part of Sam that feels hurt. "You weren't supposed to be back yet. Weren't you going to enjoy a night out with the guys?"
Burt Hummel is as different from his son as night and day. He's big but soft, his shoulders curve downward and he has meat around his face. He's wearing flannel, which Sam is pretty sure Kurt would never be caught dead in. While Kurt is svelte Burt looks like he could probably bench press Sam.
Or at least break his arm, he kind of looks like he wants to too.
"Hi, Mister Hummel." Sam steps forward, past Kurt who makes a desperate little noise in the back of his throat, and sticks out his hand. "I'm Sam."
And ten minutes ago I was sucking your son off while he practically sang The Star Spangled Banner.
