#chrisalcoholfer

[q-puckermans-blog]

chrisalcoholfer said: my friend has a lifesize edward cullen and she can’t have it in her room because it’s scary and her mum always puts it outside her bedroom door and wait for her to walk out because she screams lol

HAH OMG

[jordanlli]

sedorii asked you:  

-last person you kissed????

-favorite thing about sedori????

-hidden talent????

chrisalcoholfer asked you: 

how/where/when did you first come across tumblr (i tried to think of a question that would have an interesting answer idk)

[americasgirlfriend]

A Very Special Christmas Present

Summary: Christmas gift for Brogan! The glee club are having a holiday party (drinking, Christmas songs, etc). Rachel's promise that Kurt will have some holiday fun results in Sam dragging Kurt under some mistletoe and giving him a wonderful Christmas gift.

Rating: NC-17

 Note: OOPS I “forgot” all about Blaine. Basically assume that he and Kurt are NOT a couple, whether he doesn’t exist or they never got together or maybe Kurt dumped his ass is up to you :) Also assume that Sam never left Lima, though it doesn't come up in the story at all.

Even though Finn was officially the one throwing the party, it was Rachel who typed out the invitations (“You are cordially invited to the Finn Hudson and Rachel Berry Christmas-Hanukkah Holiday Extravaganza!”), stuck them in the lockers of all the glee club members, and decorated the Hudson-Hummel living room.  They were throwing the party at Finn’s house because his mom and Kurt’s dad were away at a romantic bed-and-breakfast, an early Christmas gift from the boys.  She had gone all-out in her excitement to be co-hosting a party with her boyfriend, and had strung holly, tinsel, red-green-and-white streamers around the room, set a menorah in the window and dreidels all over the coffee table, hung mistletoe in some secret location, and set out latkes, Christmas cookies, and eggnog.

Of course, the eggnog sat mostly forgotten thanks to the drinks that Puck and Artie had brought along with them, at least until half a bottle of brandy was slipped into the bowl of eggnog, which quickly rose in popularity.

Everyone was there and the mood was extremely festive.  Artie and Sam were singing “All I Want For Christmas Is You” while Puck, Quinn, Mercedes, Tina, Mike, and Finn were dancing on the makeshift dance-floor, a cleared-out space in the middle of the room.  Brittany and Santana were licking icing off each other and giggling on one end of the couch.  Kurt sat on the arm of the other end, talking to Rachel.

“So, you’re really not drinking tonight?” Rachel asked, cocking her head. She was on her second cranberry-and-vodka which was really mostly cranberry juice, and feeling really good.  “But it’s Christmukkah!”

Kurt chuckled but shook his head.  “I know, and everyone’s having a great time, but I’d prefer to retain all my mental faculties, thank you.”  He smiled as she rolled her eyes and swayed toward him.

“Fine,” she said loudly, “but I’m going to make sure that my best Kurt friend is having some holiday fun tonight.  Okay?”  He nodded, laughing, and Rachel let out a loud whoop before going to dance with Finn as the song ended and Mercedes and Tina took the karaoke mics.  Artie rolled out onto the dance floor to boogie with Mike, while Sam made his way over to Kurt.

“Hey,” he said, grabbing a beer from the table next to Kurt.  “Did you like the song?”

Kurt smiled and slid off the sofa arm.  “Oh, absolutely.  You did Mariah proud.”  He reached down to grab a sugar cookie and glanced at Sam when he straightened up.  Was it his imagination or was Sam standing closer to him than he was before Kurt got his cookie?  Maybe the alcoholic fumes everyone was breathing was starting to get to him.

“Good.  Next time we should do one together,” Sam said in an almost overly casual voice.  He took a sip of his beer and grinned at Kurt.  Kurt bit into his cookie slowly, feeling vaguely nervous, in a good way.  Once, long ago, that boyish grin could have been his undoing.  Now, it was just… Sam.  Honorable, straight Sam.

“Hey, could I get a bite of your sugar cookie?”  Kurt nodded, offering the half-eaten snowman-shaped cookie in his hand.  Sam didn’t move right away and for a second Kurt wondered if he was going to have to feed the cookie into Sam’s sinfully plush mouth himself.  But a second later Sam’s fingers were brushing Kurt’s as he took the cookie and took a tiny bite.  Kurt laughed.  “You can finish it, you know.”

Sam smiled as he shoved the rest of it into his mouth, chewing and swallowing with impressive speed.  “Here, have some of my beer, then.”

Kurt wrinkled his nose.  “No, thanks, I really don’t care for beer.  It’s disgusting.  No offense.”

Sam looked serious for a moment.  “Yeah, it sort of is.  Do you like eggnog?”

“Eggnog’s not bad,” Kurt replied after a second of consideration.  “If you drink it seasonally.”

Sam set his half-full beer down and ladled some eggnog into a cup and handed it to Kurt.  He poured one for himself and then held it out.  “Cheers,” he said, grinning widely.

“Cheers,” Kurt replied with a smile of his own.  They clinked plastic cups and took modest sips from them.  Kurt’s eyes swept over the room full of high-schoolers, wondering what was supposed to happen next.

What did happen next was that Mercedes, her duet with Tina over, skipped over and grabbed his hands, pulling him onto the dance floor.  They shimmied as Puck sang “Run Run Rudolph,” and Kurt couldn’t help noticing that Sam was now dancing with Rachel, leaning down to hear what she was slurring into his ear.  Mercedes twirled Kurt and when he was looked back at Sam, the boy was smiling and spinning Rachel under his arm.

A few dances and drinks later, and Sam was back by his side, dancing spastically as always to Finn and Rachel’s “Last Christmas.”  When he noticed Kurt dancing next to him, he paused and turned to lean toward Kurt so his lips were close to Kurt’s ear.  The room was so loud that his normal speaking voice was like a whisper.  “Come with me, I want to show you something.”

Before Kurt even had a chance to nod, Sam was grabbing his hand and pulling him across the room, toward the kitchen.  Just before they reached the kitchen, he stopped, but he didn’t let go of Kurt’s hand.

“What are you showing me, Sam?  You realize that this is my house, right?”

Sam smiled.  “Look up.”

Kurt did, and what he saw was the light fixture that hung over the space between the kitchen and the living room.  And tied to the fixture was a tiny sprig of leaves and white berries, half-hidden so it was almost impossible to spot.

“Mistletoe?” Kurt asked in confusion, trying to keep any semblance of hope from spilling over into his tone.

“Yup,” Sam responded, still smiling.  “So unless you want fifteen years of bad luck…”

Suddenly Sam was leaning in and this was really happening and Kurt was so glad he wasn’t drunk and he didn’t have any time to think before he was leaning in too, and his lips were pressed against Sam’s.  They kissed softly, gently, just a friendly press of lips and Kurt was about to pull back when he felt Sam’s warm, soft tongue pressing against his mouth.  He didn’t think of the fact that Sam had probably made up the thing about fifteen years of bad luck, or that they were in full  sight of all of their friends, or that Sam was supposed to be straight.  The only thought in his mind was Sam, Sam, Sam as they kissed with more and more fervor, sliding their tongues against one another, nibbling on bottom lips in a way that sent a vibration of Sam’s moan all the way through Kurt’s entire body.

Any inhibitions that Kurt could have had when their lips had first touched were gone now.  He cupped his hands around Sam’s face and pulled him closer to deepen the kiss.  Sam’s arms wrapped tightly around Kurt’s waist and their bodies pressed together, humming with excitement.

Sam was the first to pull away and Kurt didn’t even have time to wonder what had just happened because suddenly Sam’s lips were brushing against his earlobe as he whispered, “Can we, um, go somewhere a little more private?”

Kurt blushed deeply, and nodded, taking Sam’s hand and leaving the party as discreetly as they could given their dizzying states of anticipation.  They stumbled up the stairs, and on the landing halfway up the staircase, Sam grabbed Kurt’s hips and playfully turned him around, pulling him into a laughing kiss.  Kurt broke apart from the kiss breathlessly, the laugh disappearing from his face as he looked seriously at Sam.

“Sam… are you drunk?  Because if you are –”

“I’m not, I only had a beer and a half, remember?  I really –” He pressed his forehead against Kurt’s and they locked eyes.  “I really want this.”

Kurt stared at the boy before him for half a second before grabbing his hand and running up the stairs once more.

Sam whipped Kurt’s bedroom door closed behind him as they rushed into the room, and they both giggled as it slammed loudly.  He half-tackled Kurt onto the neatly made bed, his hands and knees framing Kurt’s body as he dipped his head down to kiss Kurt’s lips, then neck, moving downward.  His fingers fumbled with the buttons of Kurt’s shirt, and Kurt’s fingers flew to help, moving down the shirt with practiced precision.  He thanked god he had decided to skip an undershirt today.  Sam’s mouth was sucking at the base of his throat, and he left a trail of sweet little kisses all the way to Kurt’s left nipple, where he licked experimentally, doing the same to the other as Kurt groaned loudly.

As he did so Sam made a valiant effort at multitasking, his hands clumsily pulling at Kurt’s belt.  It became apparent that the belt needed more focus, so he pulled back from Kurt’s body a little, crouching over Kurt’s legs as he undid the belt buckle and then the button and zipper of Kurt’s jeans.  He pulled the pants down off Kurt’s legs, and glanced up at Kurt as if asking permission to go further.  Kurt answered by pushing his black boxer-briefs off himself, letting his painfully hard dick spring up before Sam.

In no time Sam’s hands were braced around Kurt’s bare hips, pushing into the mattress as he leaned down over Kurt’s impressive erection.  In a characteristically quirky and sweet move, he pressed a quick kiss onto the tip, the shiny bead of pre-cum smearing onto his lips.  He looked up and locked eyes with Kurt as he licked it off his lips.  Kurt’s dick throbbed with anticipation.

Sam leaned down again, this time taking Kurt’s dick into his mouth, wrapping his insane lips around it as Kurt slipped his hands into Sam’s hair.  His grip twisted in Sam’s hair as Sam pushed his mouth down, taking as much as he could in.  His tongue swirled around it, making Kurt moan wantonly, in a way that he might have been embarrassed of if he hadn’t been so, so far gone.

“Uh – Sam,” Kurt said in something close to a grunt as Sam took his cock in his mouth so deep that his luscious lips were wrapped around the very base of it.  Sam sucked hard for a moment before sliding his mouth back down it a little.

“I’m gonna, I’m gonna cum,” Kurt choked out.  Sam smiled a little and then hollowed out his cheeks, sucking hard as Kurt’s hands twisted in his hair, pulling almost painfully as he came in Sam’s mouth.  Sam swallowed it down as quickly as he could, and left another kiss on the tip of Kurt’s now soft dick as he let it out of his mouth.

He crawled up to be closer to Kurt, who looked completely wrecked and insanely gorgeous, his lips red and bitten, his cheeks flushed, his forehead glistening with sweat.  Sam kissed him on one cheek, then the other, as Kurt let out a slightly exhausted, disbelieving laugh.  He grabbed Sam’s face with one hand and pulled him down for a kiss, tasting himself a little on Sam’s lips.

“Merry Christmas, Kurt,” Sam murmured into Kurt’s lips.

“Was that my present?” Kurt whispered back, smiling.

“Did you like it?” Sam’s eyes looked adorably earnest, and Kurt reached up to wipe Sam’s sweaty bangs away from his face.

“Oh, definitely.  The only issue now is what should I get for you?” Kurt asked coyly, toying with the waistband of Sam’s pants.  He slipped a thumb through one of the beltloops and pulled Sam’s body closer on top of his.

“I bet we can think of something.”

Merry Christmas!

[christinehasmoved-blog]

happy birthday honey! :)

thank you, brogan!! :)

[americasgirlfriend]

FOLLOW FOREVER WOOOOO

people i love, keeping in mind that i love everyone:

jack - harley - brogan - lizzy - allison - grace - jenny - eola - jacy - emily - amanda - sihmah - gemma - kate - cor - david - clay&blah - betsy - patron - manning - alyssa - jess - eden

they are all hot

[jordanlli]

#not me you're hot shhhh

shhhhhh 

you're flawless

[americasgirlfriend]

brogan bb sorry for sending you so many messages but it's coming along very nicely

i'm almost to the actual porn lol

should be done by tomorrow, maybe tonight but if so i probably won't post it till tomorrow anyway because you'll be asleep (i think... time zones)

i loved your prompt btw it's perfect

<3

[jordanlli]

hi

1. First impression: i've always liked you!!!!! and i seemed really smart and stuff2. Truth is: you are purrfect3. How old do you look: um i don't know 174. Have you ever made me laugh: yeah duh5. Have you ever made me mad: no!!6. Best feature: your sense of humor7. Have I ever had a crush on you: no because we're friends but you're really gorgeous hi8. You’re my: IDK BUT YOU OWE ME A VIDEO9. Name in my phone: sighs10. Should you post this too? yeah