i have many thoughts on this samisa grousing they grind picture (featuring luke misa so they can't allow too much skin on skin, just a few cms) and i thought i'd gotten them all out in the privacy of my own home (samisa jerk discord) BUT there are a few things i can't stop thinking about
north vancouver's so hot right now, though it's not really supposed to be. only 25° or so but cloudless as fuck and the sun's just unrelenting in that way where it heats your shirt up to the point you gotta take it off.
sam cooks them both eggs and toast for breakfast, and packs two gatorades because he's smart. misa tries to get away with only eating an orange because he's "not even hungry" and packs a battery bank in case he needs to waste his full charge taking videos of "cool birds, like, unique to the area." he's so weird in an endearing way that makes sam wanna tease him.
when they get outta the car, sam's wrangling misa, blocking him into the corner because he "doesn't need sunscreen" but absolutely will burn up without it. he rubs it in pretty gingerly, except when he gets to misa's left shoulder and the little knot there from how he slept in a dumb position, twisted up in the crook of sam's armpit.
he's always taking care of misa. always, and he doesn't think too hard about holding it over him, except when he does, and his dick chubs up a little thinking about all the sick payback he could get.
tired as fuck and finally back at the airbnb, misa says as much, downing the second glass of water that sam sets in front of him. "you're always like, doing shit for me." gulp gulp gulp. "kinda like, my mom, or like, my girlfriend."
"like your girlfriend, huh?" sam mocks, sucking on his vape, swallowing hard on the artificial peach flavour. "you're kinda like my girlfriend, if you think about it. so needy, forgetful, head's always in the clouds. what would you do without me?"
he's grinning now, all wolfish, canines out, pressing his dick against the bar stool he's leaning against.
misa's eyes get big, like bottomless pits, and he considers for a second, then nods, leaning into sam's side. "kinda like your girlfriend."
the air's so thick between them sam can hardly breathe, gets a little dizzy, thinks, "if you were my girlfriend, i bet you'd get on your knees and thank me for all the shit i do." and oh, he musta actually said it out loud 'cause misa's slipping off his seat and onto the tile floor, bowing his head forward a little.
it's a fucking sight, that's for sure. something sam's been thinking about when he jerks off for like, months now. heat's pooling in his belly, dick hard and tenting his shorts. he's on a power trip too, massive. he reaches down and undoes the clasp of misa's necklace, one with the cross pendant, and slips it into his pocket.
"don't need no god," he grinds out, rough, then hooks two fingers under misa's chin to bring him closer. "you have me."
"no god," misa repeats, muffled from how he's suckling on the polyester layer that separates them. "just you."
