post-flyers game where misa tells sam that he’s going over to martone’s hotel room, and because sam’s a good guy he gives him a ride. he tries to be very normal about this, about the fact misa is very obviously going to hook up with marty who has a huge blaring ugly crush on him. totally cool and let me walk you up, mis. sam’s not entirely sure why martone doesn’t shut the door in his face but he doesn’t and now they’re all staring at each other awkwardly. thank god the road roommate isn’t here at least.
sam opens his big fat mouth and— i should like stay… to you know, supervise. i don’t want any funny business. sam has plenty ideas of how this could go poorly, how misa could get hurt and then sam would have to burn down all of philly, and also how misa will look at him right now and call him a creep. but that part doesn’t happen because misa shrugs and says, okay, good idea, man. it’s unclear if martone doesn’t care about the fact sam is about to sit and watch him have sex with sam’s friend/teammate/fellow rookie/guy he thinks about a lot, or if he just wants to hook up with misa that bad. sam thinks this is a very good idea, he’s being such a good friend, making sure misa is safe and happy and has a good time. admirable, really!
he thinks it’s less of a good idea when he’s sat next to the window watching marty and misa makeout. the pendulum on good idea bad idea swings wildly back and forth, marty touching misa, misa moaning, marty’s hands in misa’s mouth, misa looking at sam, marty’s bad porn dialogue, misa with messy hair and an open mouth and restless hands. there’s a lot of eye contact actually, misa laying on the bed looking straight at sam as martone opens him up. it’s a lot to handle, misa biting back moans with wet eyes fucking staring at sam. and then he’s babbling, sam, sam, sam, which belatedly makes sam realize he should maybe do something like kick martone out of his own room.
instead of doing that, sam walks over and kneels next to the bed, right next to misa’s face and pets his hair back, asks if he likes it, asks if he wants sam to take him home. misa doesn’t want to leave, but he does want sam to come sit in the bed. misa flips onto his back, and shimmies up closer to martone so sam can slide in behind him. it means sam has a pretty great view of martone fucking him, kneeled between misa’s legs and somehow not at all put out by the fact misa is basically in sam’s lap. it’s obscene and sort of insane, but sam takes misa having a good time anywhere very seriously. martone is fucking him and sam is petting his hair, saying doing so good, look so good right now, baby. and kissing his cheeks and shoulders and then sticking his tongue down misa’s throat when he lolls his head back and asks for it. there’s so much skin to touch and sam is right there, right in it. misa is whining in his ear and his whole body is being jostled against sam’s chest.
the drive home isn’t awkward somehow, even though it was definitely weird when misa was all cleaned up and looking at his phone, waiting for sam to say bye to martone. sam didn’t know what to say and martone definitely didn’t so they dapped up and sam ushered misa out the door and down to his parked car. sam is still painfully hard in his jeans and he worries he might be for the rest of his life at this point.
