The sky was gloomy, clouds hung heavy overhead. The moist air was cool, raindrops had just begun to dance atop the pavement. The grey light caused Parker to squint as he took his first steps out of the castle. It had been a long day, two tests, both of which he was not properly prepared for was weighing heavily on his mind. He sat down on the first bench he could find, he sighed deeply and glanced around as the other students bustled about chatting with one another, carrying their book, laughing. Parker couldnât help but think he was the only one who had had a bad day. He placed his books underneath the bench, not wanting to look at the for another second. He tapped his finger on the top of the bench with the pattern of the raindrops.Â
  The cool breeze was quite refreshing, his robes had kept him warm throughout the day inside the classrooms, but now he was flushed and sweating, so he discarded the robes and hide them were his books were. The wind cooled down the boy, tousling his long hair as the swept through the courtyard. Parker closed his eyes, listening to the sounds of the birds and other students. A few minutes passed and the courtyard went quiet, Parker had almost fallen asleep listening the chirping of the birds and the rhythmic tapping of the rain. He only opened his eyes when he felt someone else sit beside him, he peaked through one eye and realized it was Ryan. âOi. there yah âre. I reckoned you werenât coming out âere on account of the rain.â he spoke as a yawn crept up on his, he stretched out his arms, nearly smacking the person beside him. ââOw was yer day, then?â
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It was no secret that Mallory and Ireneâs friendship was less than usual. Regardless of the fact that Irene worked with the council and that Mallory worked for Wolfram and Hart, they were not two people one would expect to get along. Yet they did, and Irene had made the choice to stop questioning it. Mallory had proven time and time again that she was there for her, and Irene felt like she had done the same.
That was why Irene felt the need to check up on Mallory, especially after the conversation they had the previous day. She had seemed freaked out about the Oz situation, which was a situation Irene was still not fully sure of. Another part of her wanting to see her. To clear things up, and find out if she was actually in danger. There was also the case of Willow. Irene didnât choose to work with her, but it was just how things were currently. It bothered Mallory though, something Irene knew but didnât fully understand.
After a few hours of rather intense training, Irene showered up and made her way downtown to Mallory and Ryanâs place. She was going to call and inform her of her visit in advance, but she didnât want to give Mal any opportunity to make up some excuse as to why she would be unable to see her.Â
The fresh air was overwhelmingly pleasant. Sure it was gradually getting colder, but Irene never really minded the cold. Internal tolerance was no doubt a factor at play there, but the wintertime had always been the best time of year for her. A fresh start for nature, a blank slate, a newfound pureness. It was beautiful, and it was a reliable variable Irene could always count on. Every December it got cold, snow began to fall, and during the height of the holiday festivities, it was easier for her and her father to pretend that they were happy.Â
Having been caught up in thought, Irene almost didnât realize it when she arrived at her destination. She now wished that she had called ahead. God forbid Mallory wasnât there, not only would this have been a wasted trip, but there was the risk that Ryan was home. Seeing no use in avoiding the inevitable any further, she bounded up the steps and knocked on the door. Hands shoved into the pockets on her leather jacket, Irene stood on the step and patiently waited. She then heard the soft sounds of footsteps getting increasingly louder, followed by the door being unlocked and pulled open.
Irene saw no use in trying to hide the disappointment on her face when he opened the door, mainly because he would be able to determine her thoughts but also because she didnât much care if he knew of her dislike of him. She never felt too bad about it though, since she didnât need to be a mind-reader to figure out that he felt the same way about her. âCan you inform Mallory that I am here to see her?â She asked, rather coldly admittedly, but as politely as she could.Â
Sam had felt like things had been getting better with Ryan, since before homecoming and after, but something in the switch's attitude and mood shift told him otherwise, so he felt a dead weight in his stomach as he headed to the 5th floor, worried. Ryan had not had a happy face on when he said they needed to talk, so he could only assume the worst. He reached his room and knocked before stuffing his hands into his jeans pockets, his hair falling into his face somewhat as he looked down at his feet shuffling on the hallway floor, chewing on his lower lip.
Ryan didn't know what to do anymore. Everything was fine when they were together and it was just the two of them but, as soon as Sam was gone he would go back to thinking about the fact that he wasn't the only one that had the blondes attention. It bothered him to no end, and he knew that maybe it was just him being jealous but, he didn't like the feeling that he was sharing Sam with someone else. Obviously he wanted to be with him but, how long would he have to wait for Sam to make up his mind? Ryan had started to feel like maybe he just never would. Hearing the knock on the door, his stomach tightened uneasily as he walked over to answer it. Pausing at the door, he sighed, and ran his hands thoroughly tousled hair as he had been anxiously for the past hour. Opening the door, he managed a half smile before stepping aside to let Sam in.
Sam spotted the half smile and tousled hair and he gnawed a little harder on his lip, stepping across the threshold. "Evening," He murmured, swallowing and trying not to wince. "I don't suppose this is going to be a fun social call?" He smiled nervously, trying to break the awkward tension, even if he knew that was most likely going to back fire on him. He stood in the middle of the room, not sure if he should sit down or if Ryan wouldn't want him to get comfortable here. Who knew how long he wanted him here, to say whatever it was he was going to say to him. He exhaled a breath, hands fidgeting in his pockets.
Ryan knew that Sam would probably pick up that something was wrong but couldn't, and didn't want to, try to pretend like everything was okay. "Hey." He responded, as he closed the door. Shook his head, knowing that Sam was trying to make this lighter- and wished that he did ask him over just because he wanted to hang out. "No, it's not.. Come 'ere." Ryan said, taking Sam's hand gently out of his pocket so he could take it in his and lead him over to the couch. He tried not to think about the gesture but, he couldn't help but wonder if this was the last time he'd get to hold Sam's hand. All Ryan could hope was that Sam didn't hate him after this.
Sam watched Ryan take his hand from his pocket and use it to lead him to the couch. His heart was racing by now and he was trying not to freak out before anything happened. He kept hold of Ryan's hand while he could, clutching it in his own, his brows starting to crease in concern as he looked across at him. "Are you-..? No, I... I won't try to guess... w-what did you want to say to me..?" He remembered to keep his breathing even, wondering how they could have gone from so many good days to so many rocky ones in such short time. Ryan had felt perfect to him could it really be possible that the closest he'd ever get was also the shortest time he'd ever have?
Ryan sat down on the couch, reluctant to let go of Sam's hand. He looked down at their hands for a moment, glad that Sam didn't guess what he was going to say- although Ryan was sure that he knew what was coming, even if he didn't know why. Turning so he was facing him better, he let go of Sam's hand and sighed a heavy breath as he felt the pressure increasing on his heart. "I wanted to talk to you about what I said last time... About waiting for you." He looked up at Sam, so that he could watch his reaction as he spoke- knowing that it would only make this harder but continued anyways. "I... I know this is going to sound crazy but, in this past month I've... Fallen in love with you- and that's something that I never expected to happen... So this whole Harrison thing.. It drives me crazy because I get wanting more than one person but- there's a big difference than just wanting two people and liking two people..." He looked down, unable to believe he was really saying all of this. "It's not fair of me to ask you to choose between me and him... I'm not that kind of person so, I've decided to just make this easier on you and... Take myself out of the equation because, Sam... I don't want to do this anymore- I like you too much t let this drag out any longer."
Sam stared at Ryan, his heart hammering against his rib cage painfully as he listened to him. His heart sank into his stomach when he spoke, swallow thickly. "R-Ryan, don't... please... h-he and I, we're friends.. I mean, w-we hang out a-and I understand there's some- some flirty stuff I need to stop, but we're friends, w-we just talk about movies and watch them and he- .. he doesn't even really like me in that way.. it's not like you and me.." He sucked in a breath, shaking his head. "Y-you said you could wait..n-now you're saying you.. you love me but you don't want to do this anymore..? W-what did I do? I can fix it?"
Ryan bit his lip, thoughts racing as he tried to think of how to explain it to him. "You didn't do anything. I'm not suppose to feel like this though- I've always tried to avoid this kind of stuff because it never ends well. We're not even together and I'm already like this?" He shook his head, his chest aching painfully, "I've never felt like this before, Sam, this is all new... I just... I'm not going to ask you to change your friendship with him, and because of that I don't know how this'll work."
Sam 's eyes saddened and he dropped them, trying to breathe evenly. "So I can't do anything... you don't want to do this anymore and I can't do anything to change your mind," He spoke quietly, heart sinking deeper into the bottomless pit that his stomach had become, just for this. He drew in a short, sharp breath, looking away, not even sure what he was supposed to do now. He felt like something had been ripped away from him, so he had to remind himself it was never his in the first place. It just made him think it could be.
Ryan wasn't sure what was worse, the gnawing feeling in his stomach or the look he saw in Sam's eyes. It felt as if he were just slipping into a deeper and deeper feeling of hopelessness. He wished he could stop, take it all back and pretend that nothing was bothering him but, he couldn't, and he knew that with the way things have been- it would only get worse. He shook his head, "No..." Ryan wasn't sure which one he was answering, probably all of them but he swallowed thickly. "Obviously, his friendship is special to you since you guys seem to have gotten.. Closer since the last time we talked about it so... N-No, there's nothing you can do about it. It's not your fault but, whatever this was.... With us..." His voice broke, heart squeezing painfully, "I can't do it anymore."
Sam 's eyes shot back to Ryan's, widening in his devastation. "N-no, we're not closer- we're not- w-we're not that- R-Ryan, c'mon-" He stopped himself from outright begging, instead putting his face in his hands for a long moment before he shook his head. "That's really it?" He asked in a whisper, unable to look at him now, so disappointed with himself and Ryan a little too, but it was clearly his own fault this time. "It's just-..w-we're done..?" He swallowed and went back to chewing on his lip, loosely crossing his arms around his middle.
Ryan raised is eyebrows, "Are you kidding me? He sees you more than I do! And I know that's partially my fault but that doesn't mean it doesn't bother me, Sam!" He admitted, before shaking his head and looking down. "I mean... It's like, I said I'd wait for you but... What did that even mean to you? I was hoping you'd get this Harrison thing out of your system and do whatever it is that you so desperately wanted to do with him, so that you could stop being so all over him but- fuck, if this doesn't seem like this'll ever stop ." His hands both ran through his hair as he shook his head, "I- I guess so.." Ryan said shrugging lightly.
Sam looked back at him, wounded, shaking his head. "I'm not- all over him. We're friends. I don't have that many friends. I can... I c-can change, do something differently." He swallowed thickly, rubbing his head. "I don't have to- hang out with him as much, but I'm still going to talk to him... we're not- we didn't really do anything. I don't think we will.. and.. and I won't even get into a position where I could, if it's worrying you.. I. I don't know.... I'm not all over him," He whispered the last part, feeling defeated and empty.
Ryan hated knowing that he was hurting him but, it was too late, "I don't mean in a physical was Sam... Honestly, what the problem was last time we talked about this was... That you don't just want him... You like him. And that's fine- but don't act like it's not painfully obvious.." He sighed, "I don't want to do that. I don't think it would even help to ask you to change because, that's not fair and it's not you that I have a problem with- it's your friendship with him. And knowing that you like him and spend more time with him and talk to him more than me.."
Sam looked dumbfounded and then anxious, upset. "B-but I feel about you.. Ryan- who says I talk to him more than you? Who says? Why don't I just-... I can see him less, talk to him less, if it's such a problem... r-really, Ryan... it doesn't just have to be over like this.. we-.. we hardly spent any time together, you and me... it's not.. f-fair.." He swallowed again, feeling like a dumb, petulant child, saying it wasn't fair. He had never been the cause of this before, of heart ache, not in this way. And he hated it, it made him feel terrible. What was worse, really? Having perfection waved in your face only to have it taken away, or to be the reason it was being.
Ryan of course didn't want this to be over, didn't want this to be the end of their seemingly perfect connection. The solution sounded so simple, for Sam to simply not talk to him as much but- things like that were never simple. He hesitated before reaching out to take Sam's hand back into his own before looking up at him, "I... Sam... It's not that I want this to be over I just... I don't feel like that's not fair- for me to ask you to limit your time and stuff with him.." Ryan looked down, "I'm just scared that if I ask you to do that then you'll end up hating me for it and... I just... I don't want that."
Sam shook his head weakly, wanting to take his hand back but he left it where it was or now, staring down at his lap. "I want to be with you," He whispered. "But if you're uncomfortable, don't trust me... or don't... want this any more because I fucked it all up by-.. by-.. l-liking Harrison or whatever, then... t-then I don't know what to say... I don't know what I can say to make you trust me again.." His eyes moistened but he blinked rapidly, trying to get it away, not wanting to cry over this. It seemed like a horrible thing. To be that weak, but he felt weak, and his heart was aching.
Ryan was quite for a little while. As long as Sam was willing to try to help make it work, he couldn't seem to come up with a good reason to throw away a good thing. "I... I want to make this work... You haven't lost my trust, Sam.. I just need you to be upfront with me about things." He swallowed thickly, as he saw Sam blinking quickly. "So, I'm willing to give this a shot if you are because... I don't want to be with anyone else."
Sam looked up slowly, his expression a little shocked since Ryan had seemed so adamant before. Was he really changing his mind now..? He drew in a breath, knowing this would change things, and he'd have to be different now. He tried not to be scared about that. His heart was back to hammering in his chest. "S-so I just.. I won't see him as much.. a-and we can be good..? R-right?" He looked back down again, drawing in a breath.
Ryan knew that the whole thing sounded so much simpler that it was, and knew that this would be a big change for Sam. "Yeah but... Sam, you don't have to do this. This is exactly what I was trying not to do... So if this is going to bother you too much, then just tell me now. I won't hold it against you but... I need to know if it'll bother you too much."
Sam stared at the floor, his head swirling because he hated how hard this was getting. This was supposed to be easy and happy. He wanted everything to be just easy and happy with Ryan, why could it never work out like that. "I don't know... I don't know how much it's going to bother me.." He lifted his head to look at him, tilting his head sadly over at Ryan.
Ryan 's heart squeezed painfully at Sam's answer. Although, he had been expecting it, he had hoped by some chance he was wrong. This was why he was against asking him to do this in the beginning, it wasn't fair and he wouldn't feel right knowing that it was hurting Sam. Nodding slowly, he felt the sting in his eyes and refused to let Sam see him cry over this. "Then I'm sorry... I didn't expect you to say that it wouldn't but... I couldn't help but hope." He let go of his hand and stood up, "We're.. Done, for now... Maybe we can be friends in a little while." Ryan told him, his voice soft. "I'll walk you to the door."
Sam 's heart sunk back down and he felt a sharp pain followed by numbness, deadening himself to the feelings coming from this situation. It felt worst than he could have thought and he stood up, shaking his head. "Please don't... don't trouble yourself." He swallowed hard, eyes stinging with tears. He flung his arms around Ryan's shoulders for a few moments, hugging him tightly as some tears rolled down his cheeks. "Y-you're incredible.. a-and I love you... and I'm sorry t-this is happening... I'm sorry I didn't say the right thing, couldn't.. be the right thing." He breathed in harshly and pulled himself back, kissing Ryan's cheek before hurrying to the door, wiping his eyes.
Ryan was taken aback by Sam's comment, wondering if he should insist but deciding against it. He was surprised when Sam hugged him but, his arms went to his waist instinctively and he hugged him tightly. The whole thing hit him in that moment,and he realized that it was really over- they were really over. By the time Sam finished and pulled away, Ryan felt a stronger pain in his chest- like something had just been torn away. He just watched as Sam went, waiting until he was out of sight to let his tears fall steadily down his cheeks. " You were the right thing... " He said softly, waiting for the sound of the door to confirm that Sam was really gone.
Notes: Sam goes to Ryan's after a long day. Lots of feels. All the feels. Unfinished.
Sam 's Saturday hadn't gone how he expected at all. He'd been tired as hell for most of it, living off Mountain Dew and power bars, playing football, then ending up organizing and moving in someone new's whole life for what had been hours, and somehow fallen into deep philosophical shit he didn't know how to wrap his head around, then a mess with Hunter later and he was arriving pretty late at Ryan's door, a bit after submissive curfew. He had on just a simple t-shirt, jeans, and his sneakers, which he almost immediately removed after he had let himself into his room, setting his backpack and shoes to the side out of the way before he locked the door quietly behind him and then paid attention to his surroundings, looking around for where Ryan.
Ryan had spent most of his day working on homework and trying to find way to waste time until the evening when he actually had plans. Although Miss Alexander was coming over for dinner, he had a hard time looking forward to it because, he was just mostly looking forward to Sam coming over. He knew he should probably feel guilty about that but, as it was time for her to go, he couldn't help be get a little excited. Once she was gone he changed into a comfortable pair of flannel pajama pants and a plain white t-shirt. He didn't know what was going on with Sam but, he was hoping that he might be able to find out or at least try and make him feel better.
Sam knew Ryan wasn't asleep, since he had just recently messaged him, but for some reason he still walked quietly through the living area to get to his room, stepping carefully, trying to remember how it all looked when it wasn't darkish as it was. He probably could have turned on a light but he didn't care enough to, and something about the fact that he was going toward the light, and with the light, Ryan, utter warmth and comfort, it was symbolic to him. Stumbling in the darkness to get to the seemingly perfect person in his room. He let himself in and felt his heart do a weak jump at the sight of him there in his bed. "You wear pajamas?" He said suddenly, looking at him, struck by the fact that he realized he didn't even know that fact, since they just both times been naked and tangled up together. He blushed at the random and sudden question and smiled as he came toward the bed. "Sorry, just... it's.. new."
Ryan had been thinking a lot recently. About his 'addiction' to Sam, and what that actually meant. He found himself wishing that he could just be cold hearted like Kitty pretended to be and pretend like there wasn't any feelings there but, it was getting hard to deny what he felt for him. On one hand he tried to tell himself that he and his sister didn't do feelings or any kind of relationship but on the other, even in the short about of time they'd known each other- he knew he was falling for Sam, and not lightly either. He had gotten his phone out as he waited for Sam, trying to keep his mind busy and scrolled through his games before settling on candy crush. He'd just failed level thirty seven for the third time when he heard Sam entering his room. Sitting up into a sitting position, he set his phone on his lap as he looked up at him- already smiling widely. "Yeah, most people do." He said teasing him lightly, chuckling. "It's okay."
Sam chewed his lower lip, liking how comfy Ryan looked, how.. 'at home,' the whole scene felt, his heart swelling painfully as he thought about how nice it would be to do this often, to 'come home,' from a busy day to Ryan waiting for him, or even vice versa, because this feeling he was getting from knowing he could do that, being here now, was slightly overwhelming. Possibly why he was focusing on something easy, like pajamas. "I don't... I just.. sleep in boxers, mostly. But then, I'm told I have the body heat of a werewolf so I don't get that cold. I can also do a good Taylor Lautner impression." He grinned awkwardly at his inane rambling, moving over to sit on the bed. He hesitated just a moment before sliding his hand into the leg of Ryan's pants to gently stroke his shin and calf, wanting to touch him some how but still feeling like he couldn't just vault himself at the poor brunette. Everything was new and he liked him too much to accidentally ruin it because he wanted 90% of their bodies to be touching 80% of the time.
Ryan kept his eyes on Sam, wondering what he was thinking about and for like the millionth time in life wished that he could read minds- although in some cases it was more fun to try to figure out what the other person was thinking, and sometimes it was better to not know. He smiled to himself thinking 'why are you so far away' to the tune of To Who It May Concern as Sam stood at the edge of the bed. And then he mentally rolled his eyes at himself because obviously that's how bad this had gotten. To the point where he thought about Sam in Civil Wars lyrics at times. Sam's voice brought him back out of his thoughts, "Huh. Well I'm more than okay with you sleeping in your boxers, and I'd be willing to do the same," He told him with a smirk at the idea, "because you really are warm- so I guess I won't need my pajamas to keep me warm." He's smirk softened as Sam's hand ran over his leg. "C'mere.." He said softly, reaching out for his hand and pulling Sam beside him. Ryan smiled, still holding his hand before leaning in and kissing him softly. The kiss didn't last long but it was still nice to be able to feel their lips against each other again before he pulled away, not wanting to get distracted. "So.. Do you want to talk about what happened today?" He asked softly.
Sam chuckled, looking over his face. "You don't have to.. but you should be aware if you don't take your shirt off, my hands will probably slide up into it anyway.. and yeah, you might get a bit too warm." He grinned slowly, looking over at him from the edge of the bed as he stroked his leg. He saw his smirk soften more into a smile and his stomach did the flip he was getting used to around Ryan when he reached out for him. He sucked in a breath and took Ryan's hand before he crawled toward him onto the bed, moving further up next to him, his eyes raking over his face before closing as Ryan gave him that soft kiss, short but sweet. He had to smile afterward, squeezing Ryan's hand in his, reluctant to let it go at first, before he moved in closer to him and used his hold on his hand to put Ryan's arm around his shoulder, leaning in against his side. The day had felt like it lasted forever but also like a big blur, probably something to do with the fact that he had talked mostly to the same face, but two different people, about mentally or emotionally exhausting things. He frowned, really not wanting to tell Ryan about his much too recent past love life, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. But unfortunately he did deserve to know. "I guess it'd... be hard to tell... considering the affect you have on me, where it feels like it's... physically impossible not to be smiling if you're talking to me but... just before you got here, I kind of got my heart battered around... and the guy is still drawing it out... sometimes I think I keep talking to him purely to give him the chance to finally man up and tell me the truth... but he doesn't.. because he's 'carefree' and doesn't like to talk about serious things." He shrugged and looked at Ryan, shaking his head. "I.. I thought just last week it was going to destroy me... I thought 'there's no way you're going to be able to handle it this time...' and then... you showed up... you showed up and you say everything right so right... and it makes me think it's going to be okay... "
Ryan shrugged, with a smirk, "Well as much as I do enjoy your hands running up my shirt.. I get warm really easily so I'll just go with the boxers." He liked the thought of getting to sleep, like actually sleep with Sam- sure there might be a couple distractions along the way but, he liked falling asleep with Sam in his arms and vice versa. It was a nice feeling, and he couldn't help but hope that this would become a more regular thing, where Sam would come over and they could talk, and then fall asleep together- with sexy time in between, 80% of the time. He smiled as Sam squeezed his hands, looking down at their hands for a moment as he tried to remembered the last time he had held someone's hand. It hand to of been forever because when you tend to go through life with a 'no feelings' policy, there isn't really any hand holding allowed. He was happy when his arm was around Sam, liking the feel of having him close. He listened intently to Sam as he spoke, watching him as he explained it all. Ryan felt a pang in his heart at the thought of Sam being dragged down emotionally to feel so low. And then Sam was telling him that he helped him, that he made everything seem alright and his heart swelled. "Sam, honestly..." He started, his voice soft, "I know I don't know the guy or how things were- or why they didn't work out but... If he can't see how great you are, and see what he's missing out on.. Then he's not worth your time." He told him, holding his gaze, "I know that's terrible cliche but it's true.. And the same goes if he can't let you go. It's unfair to you for him to drag this out if he knows that in the long run, he doesn't want to be with you.. Which I'm sure is hard for you to think about- him being too stupid to want to be with you, but just from what I've heard... He honestly doesn't deserve you. It's not healthy to be with someone who makes you feel like that... But I'm glad- I'm glad that I've been able to help you, Sam... Because you're really special."
Sam licked his lips and smiled, glad he had Ryan down to boxers for sleeping, since he enjoyed skin on skin the most, and Ryan had rather perfect skin, especially on his torso. It was clear he took good care of himself, and made it so he ended up feeling and smelling incredible. He shifted a little closer, his eyes trailing over the light freckling over the bridge of his nose and under his eyes, unable to help as the smile stretched wider over his face. His eyes flicked up to Ryan's eyes again to see him looking at him, his eyes looking more green than usual in the current light. Sam wasn't sure what he expected Ryan's reaction to all of that to be, but the understanding and soft tone was somehow surprising, making him feel more comfortable but also ache in his chest. He heard Owen say these things so he knew the basics, but this was someone else saying it, sounding like it wasn't even for selfish reasons, but because he really didn't like it that Sam had been feeling yanked around. His mouth went a little dry and he willed himself not to get to emotional because the last thing he wanted to do right now was cry and embarrass himself forever. He'd only ever cried when he'd felt ashamed or his heart was breaking, very infrequent things before Roselle, but since he'd been here, it felt like a once a month thing, since around here, shame and heart ache were more frequent. But this was because of exhaustion and someone being sweet, and he knew it, so he staved it off, though when he smiled it was a little strained as he tried to keep his lips from trembling. "You... you make me feel that way," He whispered, knowing if he spoke louder his voice might crack and give him away. "You do. When I'm around you, I feel like I could do anything."
Ryan bit down on his lip softly, it was like as they talked about this he could see the change in Sam. He honestly hated the kind of effect this was having on him, and felt bad that he had been so unaware that this was going on and effecting him in such a big way. Although he knew that it wasn't exactly 'his problem', he still felt bad for Sam and wished he could make him see that he didn't deserve this at all. Considering Ryan saw Sam smile often, he noticed the strain in his now, feeling that pang in his heart again as he looked at him. His hand that wasn't around him reached out to take Sam's hand, looking down at their hands as he intertwined their fingers, "You make me feel that way too." He hesitated to go on, wanting to tell Sam how he he felt.. How he's been feeling about him but not sure if he wanted to take the risk. He didn't want to ruin what they had, whatever that may be, if Sam didn't feel the same way. Swallowing thickly, he decided to just go ahead and take the risk. "You make me feel a lot of things actually..." Ryan started, looking up at Sam "When I told you that I think about you all the time.. I wasn't kidding. I know I'm going to probably sound stupid but over the past few days I've felt crazy because I feel like you're just this great guy who blushes when I talk to him, and I can't help but smile around. It's like you manage to be completely hot, and amazing in bed but then you turn around and to cute things like stutter when you get nervous, or just look at me and that makes me want to pull you into my arms and never let you go..." He'd said it, it all rushed out and he couldn't go back now. "I just.. I don't understand how this guy, Hunter I believe it is, could possibly not see all the great things about you- but at the same time, I'm so glad to be the only known Sam-addict because I'm one hundred percent addicted..."
Sam 's eyes dropped to where Ryan was taking one of Sam's in his own, lacing up their fingers. It made him swallow thickly as his heart squeezed painfully, staring down at their fingers until Ryan said he made him feel a lot of things, at which point, he lifted his eyes up to Ryan's to gaze at him, not even realizing he was holding his breath, listening to him as he spoke. He exhaled shakily when Ryan said he wasn't kidding about thinking about him all the time, biting the inside of his lip, for something to focus on, so he didn't just stop Ryan with a kiss, because he didn't want to stop him, he wanted him to keep going, even if he wasn't positive he could handle hearing it. It was too ideal and he squeezed Ryan's hand with his own grounding himself, reminding himself from the feel of it, the warm weight of Ryan's hand and the pressure, that he was in fact awake right now, it was actually reality that Ryan was sitting next to him with an arm around him, saying these things. He released Ryan's hand when he stopped speaking, so he could wrap both his arms around him, pushing between Ryan's back and the pillow with one arm to wind his arms tightly around his warm, firm body, pulling Ryan closer to him. He mouthed at his lips and his chin for a moment before properly kissing him, a little hard because it felt like all of his emotions wanted to spill out into that kiss, though he ended it prematurely to pull his head back and look at him. "One hundred percent?" He asked it a little breathlessly, staring across at him. "Say it again... please. God, you're.... like no one I've ever met before..."
Ryan could feel his heart racing as he spoke, unable to believe that he was really telling him this and hoping he wasn't making a mistake. He knew it was crazy to feel like this when you've only known someone for a week or so but he couldn't help it. It was like Sam was everything he ever wanted and he hated to see him hurting, so he had to let him know that someone does want him and hopefully give him something to smile about. As Sam squeezed his hand his stomach filled with butterflies, and he hoped that it was a good thing because, after all of this time refusing to let himself have feelings for someone he didn't know how he would deal with him turning him down. As he finished, he watched Sam carefully for a reaction and was pleasantly surprised when Sam pulled him into his arms, relaxing a little as he felt his lips against him. He kissed him back tenderly, getting a little light headed at the amount of emotions that were being put into the kiss by both of them. Ryan smiled at Sam's question, and the breathlessness of his voice before nodding. His smile only widened when Sam continued, unable to believe that this was really all happening. "I'm one hundred percent addicted to you."
Sam 's smile returned to his face when Ryan repeated it for him, feeling his heart swell and beat hard against his chest, squeezing the brunette in his arms before he kissed him again and then scattered kisses over his jaw and onto his neck before he inhaled there shivering slightly and pressing his body into Ryan's. "You're amazing.. completely amazing... and if this was a musical... I know what song I'd start singing." He blushed and laughed quietly at himself for feeling ridiculous. If Owen could see him right now... well, he'd probably want to rub it in his face with a 'See?!' that Sam was sighing happily over this feeling of contentment, talking about life as a musical just because Ryan was making his heart hurt in the best sense. "M'addicted to you too," He murmured, placing another kiss to his neck before he lifted his head to look at him, eyes slightly wide in earnest. "Just being next to you makes me happy, but you're easy to talk to and, god, sexy as hell, and when you fuck-" His cheeks tinge with pink and he leaned in to nip Ryan's lower like, breathing out the word, "Incredible."
Ryan smiled widely as his arms went around Sam, the feeling in his stomach only intensifying as he did so knowing if there really were as many butterflies in is as he felt their were he could probably open an exhibit with them. His lips parted in a silent moan, eyes closing as he felt Sam's lips along his jaw and down to his neck. Ryan held him close, opening his eyes to look at him as he started talking, "Singing? What song would you sing?" He asked, after chuckling lightly. The thought of him breaking into song had Ryan smiling like an idiot because, he'd seen enough musicals to know that the characters usually only broke into song when they were feeling emotions to an extreme degree. His hand ran down Sam's side as the blonde admitting to being addicted to him too. It wasn't as if he hadn't known that, since they'd both said it before but it never failed to have the best effect on him whenever Sam said it. As Sam pulled away to look at him, he reached up to cup his face lightly with one hand, thumb brushing his cheek lightly and he smiled at his words. He was sure his heart would burst at any moment with the way it had been swelling this whole time but he was so happy, so relieved that Sam seemed to feel the same way. Ryan's smile turned to a smirk as Sam's cheeks turned pink before moaning softly as he nipped his lips and breathed the last word. "You're pretty incredible yourself." He told him a little breathlessly. "Enough to make me think that I don't need anyone else.." Ryan said softly, eyes meeting Sam's.
Sam looked further embarrassed when he asked him what song it was, knowing that had been a risk he ran by mentioning it, but God, did he have it in him to say it? What if it snapped something in Ryan and made him realize Sam was too sappy to be dealt with. "Uhhh... have you ever seen Singin' In The Rain? There's a song in it- it's.. it's called.. 'You Were Meant For Me.' I'd start singing that song." He ducked his head down. He had to look back up at him after giving him that neck kiss, feeling his stomach do a few more flips from the way Ryan cupped his cheek and brushed his thumb over it. He shifted closer, if it was possible to do so, pressing his body into Ryan's. He enjoyed how Ryan could go from smirking to moaning in under a minute. That Sam could pull that out of him with something as easy as biting on his lip. "Yeah?" He started saying, when he heard Ryan's last sentence, and for a moment it felt like time stopped. This.. this was so easy... how was it so easy? And if it felt easy, was it right? Because it sure as hell felt right, as right as anything Sam'd ever felt. "You don't have to-" He said in a rush, swallowing, sitting up a little straighter as if it would show his seriousness better. "You .. don't have to have anyone else... if you don't want... I'd be there.. as much as you wanted me.." He wet his lips and reached his hand up from Ryan's waist to smooth his hand through Ryan's hair from the side. "But... you're new- I mean.. you-.. you do't have to settle or me.."
Ryan went quiet for a moment, eyes widening once Sam told him the song. His heart raced as he thought back to all the times he'd seen the movie with his nanny- who had a love for musicals, and once again got that nagging feeling that meeting Sam wasn't some coincidence. He shook his head, as Sam looked down before swallowing thickly. ".You were meant for me. And I was meant for you..." Ryan started, his voice soft as he sang it before skipping a few lines, ".. And I'm content, the Angels must have sent you.. And they meant you just for me..." He finished, smiling a little shyly before chuckling lightly. "My um.. My nanny loved that musical. I use to watch it with her whenever she was doing laundry." His gaze softened as he shook his head lightly, "It's funny... I think that that songs fits perfectly because... That's exactly what I've been thinking about you lately... Since you're oddly perfect for me." His mouth went dry as Sam spoke, once again feeling like there was no way this was all really happening. Ryan smiled at him, "Trust me I don't consider it settling... I would really like that. I mean you wouldn't have to do the same if you didn't want to but... I just like you.. A lot more than I probably should but, I can't seem to stop myself from feeling like this."
Sam didn't know what he expected Ryan's reaction to be, but he never would have dreamed that the brunette would start singing lines from the song softly. Sam's breath was held, gazing at him in awe, wondering if one's heart was capable of breaking from actual sweetness because that's how it felt. Breaking and then putting itself back together within the time it took for him to sing parts of the chorus. And then Ryan's shy smile. It was possibly the best version or Ryan's smile Sam had ever laid eyes on, but maybe he was just so struck by him right now, anything he could do was perfect, because everything he did was perfect. "Y-yeah... that song," He breathed, swallowing down hard. "That's.. that's it... you're.. I don't even think I have a word for what you are... you've already surpassed amazing and incredible, Ryan, you're just... Everything. Everything I could ever.. wish for...right there.. where I can touch you..." He stroked his hand down the side of Ryan's neck. "There's nothing odd about how perfect you are for me, just... hard to believe.." He grinned and pushed Ryan gently down against the pillows, climbing over him and dropping kisses onto his lips, shaking his head. "I don't want you to stop... and I.. I wouldn't need anyone else if you didn't," He breathed against his lips, feeling his heart hammering against his rib cage, wondering when he'd wake up, because surely he was dreaming. "I'd like you.. all to myself.."
Ryan still had a hard time remembering that this was really happening- that it wasn't just some amazing dream that he would wake up from sad that it wasn't real. It was like someone had gone into his deep subconsciousness and found out everything that he looked for in a person and then created Sam. This feeling, the way he felt with him was so new to him but Ryan was sure that he didn't want it to ever stop and hoped that it didn't have to. He couldn't help but chuckle as Sam told him that he was everything he wanted, "It's funny that you say that because, I can't seem to get over how perfect you are.... And how perfect you are for me. I know we're getting painfully sweet here Sam but, I can't tell you how relieved I am that this isn't one sided. I've been trying to convince myself that there's no possible way this is real... No way that I could be.. Falling for someone this quickly- or this hard." His hands went to Sam's waist as he was pushed back against his pillows, kissing him back eagerly. "Good.. Because I don't. All I need is you." Ryan admitted honestly. He grinned widely, unbelievably happy to hear his last words. Leaning forward, he kissed him before pulling away to rest his forehead on Sam's, looking at him, "Then I'm all yours." He told him, his voice soft.
Sam grinned softly, looking at him. It was overwhelming enough that Ryan was everything he could want, but to hear from Ryan's own lips 'how perfect you are for me,' had him floating on cloud nine, unable to come down. He didn't even know how much he had wanted to be someone's ideal person until he had someone, his ideal person, telling him that he was. He sighed and swallowed. "So very much not one sided. I hope you knows this means I have no good excuse not to just.. keep you..." He swallowed, his lips quirking up, gaze so soft as he looked down at into the blue eyes which were shining, from what seemed like more than the light in the room. "That's not one-sided either," He murmured, biting down on his lip. "I'm falling.. unbelievably hard..." He closed his eyes when Ryan leaned up to kiss him, returning it intently before sighing as it was broken, keeping his eyes closed for a moment before he heard those words that he didn't know how badly he needed, until now, and how much better they sounded from who they were coming from. He opened his eyes, reaching up to stroke Ryan's cheek and jaw, before brushing his thumb over his lips. "All mine," he echoed, feeling a surge of passionate and lust, and the beginnings of something much deeper and stronger taking root inside of him. "Then I'm going to keep you happy.. and do whatever I can for you... to make you stay... stay mine.." He nodded softly before a wide smile stretched over his face. "And I'm yours. All yours."
Ryan 's stomach flipped at Sam's words, relief and complete bliss washing through him when he told him that it wasn't one sided. He sighed, leaning forward to kiss his cheek softly. 'No excuse to not to keep you' was what he said, and Ryan realized how much he wanted that- for Sam to just keep him and not let him go because, he didn't want anyone else. "Well I'm glad because... Like you told me before, it's not so bad being crazy if you're crazy with someone else. It makes it feel.. Normal- and right." Ryan's eyes flickered down to watch Sam's hand as he reached up to stroke his cheek before looking back to him, smiling softly at his words. He thought back to the other night, when they'd been having sex and he'd told Sam that he was his- it had been a hot, but passionate, moment- and now he was Sam's too. And he knew that just as he knew he was feeling something a lot stronger mixed with lust that night, he was feeling it now as he saw the similar look in Sam's eyes. "Believe me, you don't have to do much to make me happy but- I'm going to do the same. I know.. I know that things weren't so great for you before I got here, but I'm never going to let you feel that way again because you deserve so much more." He told him, smiling back at him. "Good. I couldn't ask for anyone better."
Sam inhaled slowly and smiled, nodding. "Normal... I'd be scared of this if you weren't right there with me with it. It's... got the potential to be terrifying, after everything.. but you... you're making it feel.. safe.. and easy..." He closed his eyes for a moment, exhaling a little shakily before his eyes opened and looked around with a purpose, spotting Ryan's hand and raising it up to where he could get at it most easily against the bed. He stared at their hands as he ran his fingertips slowly and softly over his palm and spread out to run along the length of Ryan's fingers, until he had their tips together. He returned his eyes back to Ryan's, shaking his head. "No... even if it's easy... I want to work at it.. I want to do something to remind you what I feel, every day, so you don't forget it... but I guess if I.. if I'm going to do that, I should let you know how I feel, hmm?" He smiled, almost lazily, because he felt blissed out, so many wonderful things happening to easily and all together that he felt like nothing could go wrong. "So- I like you, Ryan Wilde... so freakin' much.. somehow.. you can make me feel so calm.. and do this to me, all at once." He took up his hand and curled his own around it so he was cupping the back of it, bringing it to press in against his chest through his t-shirt, above his heart, which was beating fast as he looked down at the brunette. "You make me feel so much, all at once."
Ryan was glad that he could be there for Sam, and be that person who makes things at least a little bit easier. He watched intently as Sam's hand found his, sighing contently at how such a simple action could feel so calming and intimate. Ryan bit down on his lower lips as Sam spoke, wanting to tell him that he didn't have to do anything, but stopping himself because he wanted to hear what he had to say. Of course Ryan knew that Sam felt the same way but, to hear him tell him directly as a whole different thing. Relaxing into his pillow, his eyes remained on Sam as his fingers absentmindedly played with the blonde's. He smiled softly as Sam spoke, and rose his hand to place it over his clearly fast beating heart. And in that moment, feeling Sam's heart beating rapidly against his hand, he knew that this was really all real and it made him immensely happy just to know that. He leaned up and kissed his softly, his lips brushing more gently than he had before, scared that he would shatter the moment but unable to resist kissing him another moment. As their lips met and he kissed him tenderly, Ryan took Sam's other hand in his and placed it over his chest so he too could feel the way that he was making his heart flutter quickly in his chest. "You know... We've never just... Slept together. Like as much as I love what usually comes before the sleeping part I just... Really want to hold you until we fall asleep." Ryan told his softly against his lips.
Sam sighed softly and kissed Ryan back, liking that he could make Ryan reply by kissing him, like so often Sam wanted to do when Ryan said something that would overwhelm. He reminded himself not to be self conscious, that even though Ryan wasn't saying any of that back, he was through the tender way he was kissing him, and how he took Sam's other hand and pressed it over his own heart. It made his own do a flip and he smiled against his lips, brushing his nose against Ryan's before listening to him. He opened his eyes lazily, tilting his head before chuckling. "Oh, thank god... I'm exhausted, honestly... I would love to just fall asleep on you... arms around you... and yours around me.. but, uhmm-... jeans.. not comfy.." He gave Ryan another kiss before disentangling himself from the brunette, struggling with his jeans before getting them off and letting them fall to the floor, and stripping off his t-shirt, leaving him in his boxers as he shifted down into the bed. "Much better... now I just need my Ryan and it'll be perfect." He smirked over at him, arms reaching for him.
Ryan chuckled at Sam's reply, glad that he wasn't the only one that was tired. He knew it was probably just because, confessing your feeling to someone the way that they did was seriously draining and what with their hearts beating like they were running a marathon, and their stomachs training for the olympics- they had a good reason for being exhausted, and nothing sounded better to him than just laying in bed with Sam and holding each other. He faked a pout as he let Sam out of his arms reluctantly, before chuckling again and watching as Sam removed his clothes. His eyes ran over his perfect body as Sam got into bed, but slipping out of it as he did. Pulling his shirt over his head quickly, he shed his pants as well- leaving him in his boxers before grinning widely at Sam. "Your Ryan, huh?" H e asked, sliding not just in the bed but into his arms, "I like the sound of that, especially since you're my Sam." He told him, arm wrapping around his waist and pulling him closer before smiling as he leaned into kiss him.
Sam wanted to lean right back in and kiss the fake pout right off Ryan's face but was concerned with getting his jeans of, so he just chuckled at him. "You're actually adorable. How many people know that? I bet it's not everyone.." He smiled to himself, feeling a swell of pride and maybe something else to think about all the sides he got to see of Ryan that not everyone might get to. He laid in the bed and watched Ryan strip off, sighing and wishing they weren't both too tired, so he could kiss him all over, but it sounded exhausting. He would do it in the morning, he promised himself. Perhaps wake Ryan up with a blow job... yes, that sounded good. He hummed happily as Ryan came back into his arms and wrapped his own around Sam, snuggling in against his bare chest and returning the kiss, looking a little embarrassed. "Yes... I thought it was appropriate, since I'm keeping you, and all." He grinned at him and then ducked his head in under Ryan's, cheek against his shoulder. "I like the sound of that, too.."
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Sam sighed and kissed Ryan back when he turned his head to catch his lips, humming and pressing into him a little tighter. "You ruined it," he mumbled, before smiling. "I was gonna... wake up before you... and..." He blushed and chuckled, catching Ryan's lower lip between his teeth, nipping it a little. "Wake you up with a blow job or something." He smirked and situated his thigh more comfortably between Ryan's, looking over his face. He was actually ridiculously handsome when he was all sleepy. Sam reached up to try and smooth some of his own hair down self consciously, swallowing and smiling again across at the brunette.
Ryan was slightly confused at first when Sam said he ruined it- his sleepy mind trying to figure out what exactly 'it' was. He realized quickly that the blonde was only joking and raised his eyebrows curiously as he trailed off in his sentence. Ryan smiled as Sam pulled away, now fully awake after feeling him nipping at his lip. He chuckled leaning his head back as he did so, "No one's ever done that before. But I bet I would have loved it." Ryan said looking back at him with a smile. He brushed back a stray piece of hair that Sam missed, "I guess I could have given you one... But I didn't want to wake you. Especially since you look so cute when you're asleep."
Sam smiled at him, shyly wondering how many people had actually had the privilege to sleep next to Ryan, but he wasn't sure if he wanted his own bubble burst, so he decided this time he wasn't going to ask. "Well... some day... some day I'm gonna wake up before you and see how you like being woken up that way." He grinned softly and half closed his eyes at the way Ryan moved some of his hair back. He licked his lips and leaned in to nudge his nose against Ryan's, tutting. "I do...? I'm not sure I've been told that before... I'm glad you think I'm cute, though." He hummed and stole a kiss, snuggling into him, wanting to stay comfy and warm. "Can I just sleep on you more often? I think I would like that. You're nice to sleep with..."
Ryan hummed, the image coming to mind of being woken up by a wave of pleasure only to open his eyes to see Sam's perfect mouth bobbing over his cock. He swallowed thickly, cock twitching lightly before he pushed the image from his head. "Alright well I'm definitely looking forward to that." Ryan smiled as Sam brushed his nose against his before chuckling. "Are you joking? I thought for sure you would have. Well I think you're a lot more than cute- that word doesn't do you justice but that word works for when you're sleeping I guess." He told him, returning his kiss as he settled in more comfortably beside him. He smiled at Sam, "Yeah, I think we could make that work."
Sam grinned, liking that they both had something to look forward to. He definitely wanted to sleep next to Ryan often enough to find a chance for it. "Me too," He murmured, squeezing his arms around Ryan. Chuckling, he shrugged a little. "It hasn't come up?" He smiled faintly, though as he thought about how people he'd been with hadn't been affectionate enough, he sighed at the thought and his smile turned a little shad before he shook the thought out of his head. He was sleeping next to Ryan, who was sweet and saying these things now, why bother being sad about the past when the present was so nice? "I'm glad you think I'm cute.. sleeping or otherwise..." He licked his lips and nodded, gazing over him. "Oh yeah..? I'd like that.."
Ryan rolled his eyes smiling, "Okay, well regardless- it's true." It was one of the many times when he couldn't seem to understand how Sam had been with other people but they failed to see these great things about him. Ryan's smile just widened before he leaned forward and kissed him softly. Pulling away, he looked over at the clock before sighing "We slept well past twelve." He explained, chuckling. "So we should probably get up- and before you say no, I promise to make you a delicious brunch and then we can cuddle or take a shower or something and do whatever you want."
Sam was in a happy daze until Ryan said what time it was and his eyes went wide, lifting himself up to see the time. "Holy shit! Ohh.. I... well, I missed the after the game review and practice... shit... so much for having you see me play.." He groaned and buried in against Ryan briefly. "I'm not that much of a failure, usually... I just.. needed the sleep, I guess.. and you're comfy.." He lifted his head back up, chewing on his lip and tilting his head. "Brunch..? Like what..? Do you want me to help?" He slid his hand over Ryan's bare side and dropped a kiss down onto his collarbone. "Well... I do really like cuddling or showers... but if you need to eat, then I won't complain too much about getting up, I guess."
Ryan frowned, "Damn, I'm sorry. We should have set an alarm or something- I was actually looking forward to seeing you play." He kissed Sam's head lightly as he buried against him, chuckling lightly. "Well I'm glad I'm comfy and if you needed the sleep, and aren't going to get in trouble, then I don't feel so bad... I'll just make sure to come to your next game." He told him with a lazy shrug. Not sure how he was going to get himself to leave the comfort and warmth of his bed and laying with Sam. He nodded before sucking in a breath as he felt Sam's lips against his collarbone, his heart fluttering in his chest, "Okay, you can't do that... I need to get up, and that's not helping." He said, chuckling. "Eating is always good. And they way I see this, if we don't eat then we won't have any energy. Which means no cuddling or sex sooo..."
Sam shrugged. "I don't think I'll get into too much trouble... I don't care if I do, really, it was worth it... I'll say I was worried I was getting sick and needed to sleep in. I can't regret sleeping in with you. You can see me another time... maybe come to next week's game... if you like... or... pick me up from any of my practices, really... I'd like that.. to see you." He smiled up at him, his heart warmed just from just the idea of it. Laughing, shaking his head, he slowly pulled himself back from Ryan. "Fine, I won't kiss you anywhere but the mouth until you've- we've eaten. Deal? It's going to be hard, but I think I can manage it, or try, for you." He nodded, smiling wider.
Ryan smiled as he said it was worth it. "Well I don't like the thought of you getting in trouble for me, so maybe if you just said I was holding you hostage or something- the captain couldn't hold it against you?" He suggested before nodding, "Hmm.. Well how about I come see your game and then pick you up from a couple of your practices?" Ryan asked, hoping Sam didn't think he was being to clingy but just looking for opportunities to be around him. He smiled, although he would love to have Sam's lips on his neck and other sensitive spots, he knew that this was the only way they could get anything done. "Deal. I think that that should work." He told him before smiling wider and kissing him once more.
Sam shook his head, smiling. "The sick thing doesn't work, you don't think..? I was just gonna go for it..." He shrugged with a soft smile before feeling his heart swell and ache from Ryan's words, leaning in to steal a quick kiss. "I would love that. Honestly. It... makes me feel cared about. You make me feel cared about... thank you." He ran a hand over Ryan's side before he struggled up to be sitting. "Do I need to wear more than my boxers for this, do you think?" He chuckled, returning the kiss, "Because I kind of don't want to... but then I guess I might get cold.. does your dorm get cold?" He chewed his lip, wondering if e wouldn't like being cold, anyway.. it would give him excuses to hang off Ryan, stay close...
Ryan chuckled, "I don't know- you could give it a shot though. It depends who your coach or captain is." He told him with a shrug, before smiling as his lips met with Sam's. It was funny how, no matter how many times he and Sam kissed, his heart still quickened as his stomach filled with butterflies just as it had the first time. In a way, he hoped that that never went away. Ryan's hand found Sam's again as his expression softened at his words, "Good.. I'm glad you you do because I do care about you- a lot." He thought about Sam's question for a moment. "It doesn't get too cold, but I mean I wouldn't mind you staying in your boxers." Ryan told him with a smirk as his hand ran lightly over Sam's toned stomach, stopping t rest on his hip. "But if you do get cold, I can always help you warm up- or you can wear one of my shirts."
Sam shook his head. "I'll.. figure something out, when I see him... I'll say I didn't want to get anyone sick... even if I have to pretend to be weak for a few days, I'd do it to not get either of us in trouble with him," He smirked, nudging Ryan's nose with his before he sighed softly, enjoying Ryan's hand touching his, then the other running over his stomach. It made him shiver and he pulled away from him and crawled off the bed, "C'mon. It's not just you that can find it too hard to leave the bed if he gets distracted. Totally me, too, and I would have no guilt just pushing you back down and kissing you all over..." He chuckled, tugging him out of bed and toward his kitchen. "I'll stay like this then.. I can always wrap my arms around you and stay in close if I get too cold... or.. yeah, wear one of your shirts." He bit his lip, very much liking the thought of that. And most everything to do with Ryan, really.
Ryan couldn't help but smile at the thought of Sam doing that for them. Even though he felt bad about making Sam miss his practice, he also didn't really regret it because it was really nice to fall asleep and wake up with him- and now they had the whole day to themselves. He laughed as Sam rolled out of bed, sitting up as he spoke. He had to remind himself why they couldn't just stay in bed as he looked up at him, "I would tell you to go ahead and do it but then we might not ever get up." Ryan admitted with a smile as he let Sam pull him from his bed. "Great." He said, as they made their way to the kitchen. Once they reached the kitchen area, he leaned against the counter- pulling Sam in front of him by his hips, "Okay, so I can make whatever you want, considering we haven't eaten breakfast but it is technically lunch- I'm fine with whatever."
Sam sighed in a playfully exasperated way. "You're the one that wanted brunch, Mister! This is me, being nice, generous, letting food happen instead of just getting you naked and nipping at you a bit.." He chuckled and pulled him to the kitchen. He felt Ryan pull him over by his hips, standing in front of him and smiling at him. "You.. are too tempting... seriously. I've always wanted to have sex involving a kitchen counter so-.. stop being so appealing." He smirked at him and leaned in to give him another kiss. "Uhh.. pancakes? Maybe? I'm really good at flipping pancakes. Always get 'em golden brown." He ran his hands slowly over Ryan's arms, letting them settle on Ryan's shoulders, rubbing lazily as he looked at him. "Or we could have lunch food if you'd rather.."
Ryan smiled ammusedly at his sigh before a chuckle slipped passed his lips as Sam went on. Biting his lip , his eyes met Sam's, "You're right. But at the same time you're going to thank me later for this brunch idea because, if we don
Ryan smiled amusedly at his sigh before a chuckle slipped passed his lips as Sam went on. Biting his lip , his eyes met Sam's, "You're right. But at the same time you're going to thank me later for this brunch idea because, if we don't eat anything I wouldn't be able to do half the things I plan on doing later." He told him with a smirk. Shanking his head, he laughed again, "Trust me, you're just as bad. Possibly worse. So have I so... There's always after we eat..." Ryan told him against Sam's lips before kissing him back. Nodding, he smiled as Sam's hands ran over him. "No, that sounds perfect actually. I can help make the mix- I hope instant is okay- and then I could scramble some eggs while you make the pancakes?" He suggested.
Sam smiled, rolling his eyes at Ryan saying he was probably more tempting than he himself was. Running a hand down over his chest, he traced his thumb over Ryan's defined abs, murmuring, "I doubt that," before he clucked his tongue and bit Ryan's lip. "But I'm not about to make it a competition because that would be neverending." Laughing, he reluctantly pulled back from him, taking Ryan's hands briefly instead. "I always made instant, I don't even know how to make pancakes otherwise, honestly.. so that's good. Good plan. I like this. Then maybe we can see about this kitchen counter," He teased, letting Ryan's hands go so he could get out everything, as Sam didn't know his kitchen well enough.
Ryan shook his head when Sam rolled his eyes, "Trust me, you are. I also seem to have really bad self control with you, which doesn't help." He told him as he looked down to watch his hand. He smirked, "Yeah, trust me, you don't want to play that game with me. Especially when we're trying to actually trying to do something." Ryan told him, liking the feel of their hands together. "Okay, good. I know some people do make them from scratch but I have no idea how. Plus the instant ones taste fine. Good. Then it's settled, including the counter part afterwards." He told him with a smile before starting to get a few pans and other things they needed for the breakfast out and setting them on the counter.
Sam chuckled and shook his head, looking at him. "Oh, but I do wanna play that game with you, so bad.." He touched the top of Ryan's boxers, pulling and then letting the elastic band snap back against him teasingly before he had taken his hands and was smiling. "Instant tastes good to me. Always." He nodded, resting back on the counter Ryan had just vacated, since Ryan was now moving about the kitchen, and he said he was going to make the mix. That just meant he could admire/perv Ryan moving about the kitchen. He crossed his arms loosely in front of his chest, smiling to himself and tipping his head to the side.
Ryan just rolled his eyes with a smirk before he went to get all the stuff out for the mix. Once he had the instant mix out, he read the box carefully, and followed the steps to make it. When it was all ready, he put the pan on the stove and set the bowl beside it so it was all ready for him. Walking back over to Sam, he smirked, "I'm going to be the mature one here and resist the urge to play this game, despite how badly I want to." Ryan told him teasingly. "So get to cooking." He said, winking at him with a smile before going to start on his part of their breakfast.
Sam grinned slowly as Ryan just kept getting things done. It was probably for the best, he knew almost nothing would get done until they were dying of hunger if Sam was in control, so he appreciated Ryan taking one for the team and being the strong one. Plus Sam got to admire the muscles in his arms as he mixed up the instant pancakes in a bowl. Chuckling, he stole a quick kiss from Ryan when he got close, nodding. "I understand...work then play. It's only natural." He sighed and grinned again before putting a little bit of oil into the bottom of the frying pan, letting the burner heat up some before he poured some of the batter in and looked around for a spatula until he found one, then a couple plates to put the pancakes on, flipping the first after he'd gotten those things out.
 Ryan just kept in mind that once the food was at least made, and they'd had a little bit, then he'd be alright with a long term distraction from their brunch mission- but until then he had to remind himself why he couldn't just let their little 'game' begin and make use of the counter now. He smiled against his lips as Sam kissed him, pulling away to get out the eggs and a bowl to mix them in. He chuckled, "Exactly." Ryan agreed, cracking an egg and opening the shell to drop it into the bowl before setting the shell back into the carton. once he had done the same with a few more, he got a whisk out and scrambled them together. Glancing over, he watched as Sam flipped the first pancake, "You know... I like this. Us making breakfast together." Ryan told him, walking up behind him and resting his chin on Sam's shoulder as his arms wrapped around his waist.
Sam looked over at Ryan to see him cracking eggs into the bowl, licking his lips and looking back at the pancakes, chuckling. "It'll be good... the breakfast. I need to learn patience anyway," He joked, watching the pancake carefully, to make sure he'd give each side just enough time to get golden brown before he flipped the first one onto a plate and started pouring out the batter for a second when he heard Ryan's words and his stomach did a flip of it's own. He looked at him where he rested his chin on his shoulder, breathing in a little shakily and smiling, resting an arm across Ryan's around his waist. "I like it, too... quite a lot, actually.."
Ryan shook his head with a smirk, "Yeah, it will be. I'm actually really impatient myself- but the real challenge for me here is self control, which I seem to lack around you." He admitted, looking up at him before his eyes ran lingering over him. He smiled softly holding him more tightly against him, "Good because, since I get you for eighty precent of your time- as previously agreed, we'll probably get to do this more often." He told him before he turned his head to kiss Sam's neck softly, before chuckling against the soft skin there, "Oh, oops.. I'm not suppose to do this, am I?" Ryan asked innocently, kissing his neck a few more times before nipping at it.
Sam grinned softly. "That is a compliment, in my eyes... lacking control around me... but then, most everything you say is usually a compliment to me.." His eyes flicked over to Ryan again before looking back down at his pancakes, to flip the second when at the right time. He enjoyed feeling Ryan warm against his back, enjoyed that he was doing something Sam had planned to do, probably would when it was Ryan's turn with the stove. It reminded him almost more than anything that they were on the same level, every time Ryan did something he pictured himself doing, and wanting done to himself. He sucked in a breath at the kiss and he shivered, chuckling again. "I can.. deal with th- unnh- o-okayy, maybe less so when you add teeth... that's not fair..." He nudged Ryan with a slight grin.
Ryan chuckled, "Yeah, it is... It just makes just about everything difficult when I'm constantly tempted to do highly inappropriate things to you, regardless of where we happen to be." He told him, watching the muscles in Sam's arm as he used the spatula to flip the pancakes. The smell of their breakfast was quickly filling the room, making him realize just how hungry he really was. Although there were four spots on the stove, he'd just decided to wait to use it until Sam was about halfway done with the pancake mix. His smirk widened as he felt Sam shiver against his lips. "Mmm, so it's the biting that gets you, huh...?" He asked before biting down on his neck a little harder this time as his hand ran down Sam's side lightly.
Sam was warm and comfortable with the hot stove in front of him and Ryan's body pressed behind him, the smell of the pancakes reminding him this was a good idea, battling Ryan's body pressing against him reminding him he wanted to get the brunch part over with already. He shook his head at that thought and opened his mouth to say something in reply when Ryan bit down on his neck again, this time more than a nip, making him gasp quietly and push back into him. "Ooohh- Christ," He whined, his cheeks flushing at his response. "I- guess that answered your question for you." He chuckled breathlessly. "Now quit it before I burn the pancakes by turning around and touching you all over," He smirked. "Don't you have- eggs to be- doing things with?" He shot him a playful glare.
Ryan moaned softly against his neck as he felt Sam press back against him, causing his cock to press against his ass. He smirked and nuzzled against his neck. "That it does. I'll definitely keep that in mind for when we're done eating." Ryan told him before going back to resting his chin on Sam's shoulder. "Hmm... I'm starting to think going without food wouldn't be such a terrible thing." He told him before chuckling and shaking his head, "No, we've already gotten this far, we might as well go on." He said, reluctantly pulling away from him to walk back to his eggs. Seeing his glare, Ryan laughed again, "Yes, I do." He answered before getting a pan out for himself and setting it bedside Sam's. "So this biting thing... Do you only respond like that if it's on your neck?" He asked somewhat teasingly as he smirked at him.
Sam wasn't sure if he was more relieved or wanting more when Ryan exhibited self-control again and pulled away from him. "It would be a shame to stop now, when we've got this far," He nodded, chuckling. "Even if I'd rather cover you in syrup at this point." He shrugged innocently and leaned against the counter, taking the pancake off the frying pan and starting all over with another one, watching Ryan set up with another frying pan. Blushing slightly again at the question, he smiled coyly and shrugged again. "Guess you'll just have to find out for yourself?" He tilted his head, suppressing a shiver at the thought of Ryan biting his body elsewhere, of his mouth all over him. This was definitely not helping him cool off, and he decided he was just going to have to live with making pancakes with a semi-erection in his boxers, angling his hips toward the stove so it wasn't as obvious Ryan had done that to him.
Ryan laughed as he got out a spatula out for himself before tuning on the stove and a little butter to slick the pan and add flavor, "We can always do that later. All though then we'd probably have to take a shower afterwards... Which isn't really a bad thing." He told him with a smirk as he poured the eggs into the pan. He started pushing them around, waiting until it heated up enough for them to actually start forming. "Oh, so you won't tell me then? That's perfectly fine.. Finding out is the fun part." Ryan told him, looking up to wink once again at Sam. As the eggs started forming, he got a plate down, starting to wish that everything would hurry up and be done so they could move onto the now potentially messy fun part.
Sam watched Ryan prepare things, realizing he looked like he was good at what he was doing... even if scrambled eggs was almost as easy as boiling water, he was still enjoying seeing it. His lips quirked up into a smile and then he laughed. "Oh god.. showering with you... how could I deal with that?"He teased, looking over at him before falling into silence for a while, the smile stuck on his face as he finished up his pancakes. "Yes... I was hoping you'd say that.." He brushed past Ryan purposefully as he carried his plates over to the table to set them down, going back toward him. He ran a hand slowly over Ryan's back, admiring the muscles and contours. He dropped a kiss down on his shoulder, then between his shoulder blades before he sighed. "Syrup..? Where is it..?" He lightly scratched at Ryan's lower back, smiling at him. "For the pancakes, I mean.. yes..."
Ryan just smiled as he continued working on the eggs, "I don't know, but I'm sure I could find a way to make it enjoyable for both of us." He replied, before they fell into their comfortable silence as they both worked on finishing their parts of breakfast. He had just finished the eggs as Sam was walking away to set the pancakes on the table, and he quickly brought a plate over so that he could put them onto it from the pan. As he did so, his smile widened as he felt Sam's hand run over his back and then his lips on his shoulder. At the mention on syrup, he initially started to picture himself drizzling it onto Sam and licking it off- a shiver going through him as the thought and the feeling of Sam's nails running over his lower back. "Mmm... It's , uh, in the second cabinet to the left."
Sam hummed at the thought, murmuring, "I bet you could," to himself as he thought about their last trip to the shower after he slept over on Thursday night. His eyes were smiling along with his lips as he looked over at Ryan and noticed him shiver when he scratched over his lower back." Okay... grab forks while I grab the syrup?" He leaned over to kiss Ryan's cheek, brushing his nose against Ryan's cheek bone before he went to locate the syrup, having to figure out what 'second cabinet to the left' was but he figure it out in a few moments and drew out the syrup, going over to sit at the table, smiling over at Ryan. "We'll definitely have to do this more... I hope you do only let me have 20% free time," He joked, waiting for Ryan to sit before he set a hand comfortably on his thigh, squeezing it.
Notes: Sam rushes to Ryan to try and fix things but they go in another direction.
Sam hurried to Ryan's room. In fact, the only time he wasn't running was when he was in the elevator, jittery as hell for the lack of motion, but he knew he'd take longer if he ran up the stairs. He arrived before Ryan, even, and stopped there in front of the door, breathing in slowly as he leaned on the wall and looked down at his feet. He hadn't really liked today... which wasn't fair, because he'd liked last night so much, with Ryan asking him to homecoming, but when he'd had to leave him it hadn't gotten any better. Then he ruined it even worse for himself for going off to do the first fun thing presented to himself, and right now he couldn't remember himself in a worse mess since he got here. It was strange, though... not being the one to feel let down... not being the one jealous and wondering why he wasn't with the person he wanted. He hated that he had turned around and made Ryan have to feel something he had experienced one too many times, and he would try to make up for it now, if he possibly could.
Ryan had gone straight to Kitty's room once Sam headed off with Harrison and tried not to think about everything that had happened today so that he could get some sleep like everyone had suggested. It was only because of his sister and her comfortable bed that he was able to fall a sleep for a couple hours. Even while he slept though, he dreamed of Sam- of him having a great time with Harrison while he was being locked up in the dungeon, and the two of them laughing, kissing... It was only when his phone went off with notifications that he woke up, and was selfishly glad that Sam didn't say that he had a great time or anything. Everything seemed to fall apart when they'd talked and he just hoped that this didn't mean that everything was ruined. He didn't want to lose Sam, that was actually the opposite of what he wanted, but he also was really hurt today and wanted to just get this all sorted out so he had something- someone to look forward to while he was in the dungeon tonight.
Ryan told Kitty that he had to go talk to Sam before they headed down there, and agreed to meet up with her afterwards so they could go down together. Half running, he made his way through the building and to his door, heart racing as he rounded the corner. Seeing Sam there already, just caused his heart to continue to attempt to jump out of his chest as he caught his breath and walked over to him. Reaching Sam, he pulled him close to him, hugging him tightly as he found him at a loss for words.
Sam hearing someone come down the hall, he lifted his head, seeing Ryan coming toward him. Swallowing thickly, he stood up a little straighter, drawing in a breath and preparing to say something, anything, when Ryan came up to him and pulled him in, hugging him tightly. He felt a lump in his throat, cutting off any of his words, and wrapped his arms around Ryan, clutching onto him and turning his head to bury in his neck. He just held him for a few long moments, before feeling emotions and panic bubbling up. "You... you can't just.. say things like that... y-you like me and that's why we should hang out less?" He practically whined with his discontent, clutching at Ryan's back and resting his forehead against Ryan's shoulder. "I don't want you to go anywhere," He whispered, shaking his head. "I want to see you more, not.. not less...please... he's just-.. he's just my friend. You're not my friend..y-you're more than that.."
Ryan 's arms circled around his waist, holding him tightly in fear of losing him if he let go. He felt silly for the stinging feeling in his eyes as he thought about how close he was to losing him earlier. If Sam hadn't insisted on seeing him, or had just let him go when Ryan started pushing him away- they wouldn't be here, and he wouldn't have ever been able to hold him like this again. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, I just... It scares me how much I like you, and how much the thought of you liking someone else bothers me." He shook his head, "I'm not going anywhere... Even if I wanted to, I couldn't. I- I don't want to lose you.. Ever." His voice was soft and uneven as his overwhelming emotions left a lump in his throat. "I believe you... I just g-got jealous that you were talking to him more, and all of that... I was scared that he was becoming more than a friend to you too... A-and you can tell me if he is, I'd rather know because... You're a lot more than just a friend to me."
Sam clenched his eyes shut as his heart squeezed painfully in his chest. "I don't want to lose you, either... I don't..." He sucked in a breath slowly and let it back out shakily. "I like you... so much.. he's just-" He trailed off and shook his head, nuzzled his face into Ryan's neck. "I never would have let you go down there without seeing you first.. not if I could help it... I care about you... and I don't want you to ever forget that, no matter who I might be talking to... you're special to me, Ryan... no one's ever.. treated me like you do... n-no one.. and you can't even know how much I appreciate it, love it.. everything you do..." He frowned, wanting to focus more on that then the question of anyone else, because that just made him squeamish, and he couldn't have Ryan say he wanted to see him less. Not ever again, if he could help it.
Ryan sighed, his chest tightening painfully. He knew he was probably being silly but, he couldn't help but notice that Sam wasn't elaborating about Harrison at all. As much as he didn't want to lose Sam, he just needed to know what exactly was going on before he let himself go on liking him more and more. Pulling away gently, he knew his doubt and pain was probably clear in his eyes as they met Sam's. "Why won't you talk about anything involving him... You just always avoid the subject. I-it's okay to like him to Sam but... I... I just need you to tell me." He bit his lip and looked down, taking a step back so he could try and think clearly, "I can't be in a love triangle though... I refuse... I've read too many books and seen too many movies with them. They never end well... And someone always get hurt." He hesitated before looking back up at Sam. "So please be honest with me... Do you have feelings for Harrison? As... More than just a friend?"
Sam disliked it when Ryan pulled away, wanting to pull him back and keep him there. His brow furrowed and he looked flustered, shaking his head as he looked at him. "Ryan, don't. I want you, I'm telling you I want you. I like everything about you. I'm not even exaggerating, there's nothing I've seen that I haven't liked.. I mean, I don't particularly like it when you're sad or hurt, and I like it even less when it's my fault but- that's why I don't want to see it anymore... I just.. I want to see you happy and I.. I want to be the reason you are... I don't want to lose you or this feeling." He frowned and knew he had to elaborate a little on the subject he didn't want to touch, leaning against the wall like it drained him that Ryan wanted to step back from him. "I.. like the idea of somethings he... represents... there are things that I.. would try.. if I didn't want to be with you... more than I cared about any of that... but you're not in a love triangle, okay..? You're not. He's definitely not going to try for me just like I'm not going to try for him, at all. You, though... you're the ideal..."
Ryan sighed, leaning against the wall beside him as he listened to Sam. He knew he was being honest, that he really did feel those things for him but that wasn't what he was worried about. It wasn't how Sam felt about him that he was worried about, it was how he felt about Harrison. He could hear the sound of his heart pounding in his ears as swallowed thickly. "So then it's a yes... You do have feelings for him. I know you don't want me to get mad, or to leave but... All I wanted was a straight answer. I wanted to know that despite any other factors- like me or if he liked you back... If you liked him. And I can tell that you do..." He blinked quickly a couple times, refusing to let the tears form that were threatening to begin pooling in his eyes. "I-It's fine if you do, Sam... But I'm not Hunter. I don't want to keep doing... Whatever this is that we're doing when I know that I'm the only thing holding you back from 'trying things with him'. I can't handle the idea that I'm giving you so much of myself while you're giving yourself to not only me but, him too." Despite his efforts, tears pooled in his eyes as he smiled sadly. "I'm glad that I could help you a little bit when you were having a rough time with Hunter... But, obviously, I'm not enough- and I don't mean that accusingly at all. Part of you wants Harrison as well as me and... I'm sorry, as much as I lo- like you... I'm not okay with that. So... Figure out how you feel for Harrison. And I hope he makes you happy because obviously... I'm not enough alone for you." He shook his head, his heart breaking, "I don't feel like that about anyone else because all I want- all I wanted was you... And now... I just want to be by myself for the list couple minutes before I have to go meet my sister. But.. Thank you... For clearing this up." He told Sam as a couple tears slipped down his cheeks and he walked to his door.
Sam felt like his brain was shutting down and his lungs and heart were sure to follow after. He wanted to throw up, not knowing how he could have found someone so perfect only to hurt them like he had been. "No," He whispered, shaking his head, his eyes getting wide as they filled up with tears, "Ryan, NO! I'm n-not giving myself to him! He d-doesn't have me! You have me! P-please, you're enough! I w-want you, h-how is that not enough! Ryan!" He grabbed his arm to try and stop him disappearing into his room, his heart hammering fast. He sounded choked up as he spoke, having to go against the lump in his throat. He blinked roughly to clear his vision and it made a few tears splatter down his cheek and fall to the floor somewhere, squeezing Ryan's arm. "I'm begging y-you, please, I don't need anyone else... p-please?" To emphasize his point in begging, he fell down to his knees with a thud, staring up at him with watery green eyes, his grip sliding down to Ryan's hand instead.
Ryan remained facing his door, unsure if he could remain strong when he heard Sam shouting and sounding so shaken- so desperate. He didn't know how to explain it to him, how to make him understand. "You keep doing that Sam! I know you seem to like me, and want me but you never deny that you like him too. No matter how much you like me, I know that you like him too! You're enough for me." He told him, his voice softening as he looked at him, his heart feeling like it was close to shattered as he felt Sam's hand on his arm and then in his hand. Ryan shook his head, "You're enough for me... God, you're more than enough. But I hate this... I hate how this makes me feel. I have no right to be jealous at the thought of you liking Harrison- but I am. And I don't know what you want from me, Sam. It's like, just because you don't go after someone or give yourself to someone- the fact that you want to- that you would like to, if it wasn't for me, is just as bad!" He pulled him up from his knees. "I just think that you should figure your feelings out for him before we get anymore into this... " Ryan told him
Sam shook his head, looking as desperate as he felt as he stared at him. "I'm only c-curious about him, it's nothing big, it's n-not like what I feel about you.. c-can't you be enough for me and I still be curious? I d-don't have to do anything about it. I don't even know that I would want to. How could I want to if it would hurt you and make you think you're not-.. enough? You're literally the.. the embodiment of so much I've been lacking, and wanting so badly, R-Ryan.. h-him? He's.. he's the equivalent of a bad habit. Bad l-life choice. Yet another dominant emotionally detached person that I go 'I wonder what happens if I do this? And this? Will this make a difference?' B-boys like him-.. they're.. narcotics, and you're.. I-I don't know... f-fucking.. air... " It was almost ironic that he had to gasp after he said that, for talking fast, desperate, the lump in his throat making it hard to take in much at once. He shook his head when Ryan pulled him up to his feet, his brow crumpling as more tears rolled down his cheeks. "I messed it up... I'm s-so sorry.. i-if t-time will make you feel better, I can-.. I c-can try to step back and-.. a-and show you I'm -" He couldn't even manage to say he was worth it this time. He just turned away from Ryan to cover his face, taking in stuttering, gasping breaths as it was hard to breathe.
Ryan hated this. This was probably the hardest thing that he'd ever had to do. "I don't know how to make you understand this, Sam... Things like what's going on between you and Harrison... They don't jut go away- you'll keep being curious, more and more, until you finally try things out with him and see what happens. No matter how happy I make you, you'll still wonder 'what if' in the back of your head with him. People who are on narcotics.. They need them more than air. I know you didn't mean that literally but... I just can't do this with you..." Ryan told him, his voice cracking as tears fell. It only broke his heart more to see how much this was hurting Sam but, he knew that this was the only way. Walking around to the front of him, he pulled Sam's hands down from his face gently. "You still haven't allowed yourself to get over Hunter either... And feelings don't die easily. I think... I just I really think, you need to be on your own for awhile and... Figure all of this out. Get over Hunter, figure all your stuff out about Harrison and then... I'll be waiting." Ryan told him, softly, hating every second of this but knowing this was probably best. He cupped his face gently, attempting to smile, "I want you Sam- because I think I'm falling in love with you... But I want all of you, no doubts, and no regrets... I'm willing to give you all of me but... You can't do the same when your heart isn't fully repaired yet. You're not losing me... We can still talk and, maybe even hang out but... I can't do this whatever it is anymore..." He was quiet for awhile, and then hesitated before leaning forward to kiss his cheek softly, lips lingering before he pulled away. "I really should go... I can't be late- or they might make me stay longer..."
Sam sobbed silently, being abused by his inner voice, telling him how stupid he was for screwing this up. That he must be so used to pain now he was actively looking for it and fucking himself up when things were going well. He shook his head roughly, realizing with a pain that he wished he had said Ryan was the narcotic, because it was himhe was addicted to, but he'd been trying to go for good vs bad and Ryan had twisted it around. 'I just can't do this with you,' broke into him, shattering his heart and he tried not to let Ryan take his hands away from his face. He was shaking at that point, eyes starting to get puffy and red as tears streamed from them. He mouthed, 'I don't,' to Ryan saying he needed to be on his own but he knew what Ryan was getting at and he knew it was unfair not to listen to him and take his words to heart. It sounded like Ryan needed him to do it before he could even believe how much Sam liked him. He tilted his head slightly and looked at him through blurry vision when he said he would be waiting, not sure if he believed that. He choked on a breath and stepped closer to Ryan when he cupped his face, whimpering slightly when Ryan said he thought he was falling in love with him, because he wanted him to say that to him under happy circumstances. "J-just... just don't-.. go anywhere," He whispered, struggling to get the words out. "I will fix myself for you... I will... I w-want to give you a-all of me." He ducked his head down after the cheek kiss and he nodded briefly at the words, not sure he could or wanted to speak more, since his throat hurt a lot.
Ryan hoped desperately that this would be for the best. He just wanted Sam to be happy, and he hoped that if he was on his own for a little bit- not having to worry about anyone else's happiness but his own, maybe he could figure out what he wanted and then really truly be happy. Of course it wasn't going to be easy though, and they'd have to figure out how to be just friends but, that was better than nothing at all. He bit his lip, shaking his head softly as he listened to Sam's soft words. "I promise... I being honest when I said I'd wait for you... As long as it takes." Ryan told him honestly, trying to keep his voice steady. "Don't think of it that way... I want you to fix yourself for you- but... I'd like that... To be able to have all of you." He told him before sighing tiredly. He knew it was probably getting close to time for him to meet Kitty and go down to the dungeon so reluctantly, he let his hands fall down from Sam. "I guess.. I'll talk to you later then... Goodnight, Sam." Ryan said softly, not knowing what else there was to be said. He looked at Sam for awhile longer before leaving to go to his room. Once the door was closed, he closed his eyes, and sunk down to the floor beside it as tears slipped down his cheeks. This had been a long, emotional day... And now he had a night in the dungeon to face.
Sam shook his head weakly, murmuring, "R-right.. for me... to have you..." He sucked in a shaky breath and wanted to grip Ryan to him, kiss him to remind him how it felt, so he wouldn't forget, would see how much Sam wanted him but as he said.. he already knew he wanted him... he just didn't want him unless he was the only one on his mind... and it was fair, honestly. Ryan had much more self respect than Sam had, getting into it with Hunter when there were two other people always chasing after him. Ryan was being smart and taking precautions and he couldn't fault him for that, even if it hurt and he wanted to tell him he'd stay with him. He rubbed at his eyes, relieved that Ryan only say 'good night' and not the thing he always said to people he didn't particularly care if he ever heard from again, 'See you later' or 'Goodbye.' Goodnight... he could deal with goodnight. "Goodnight..s-stay safe..." He waited until Ryan disappeared before he whispered, "Come back to me... I t-think I'm falling in love with you too..." and he stared at the door through tearfilled eyes for a long minute before he stumbled off down the hall, knowing there was only one place to go right now. To his best friend.
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 The afternoon was fading when Parker lifted his eyes open. The deep orange sun glowed through the curtains on the window. Yawning, he stretched out his tall body, rubbing his heavy eyes. His heart jolted suddenly, what time was it?! The boy pulled apart his curtains to reveal a sun that was nearing the mountains, the sky was painted a deep blue, the grass danced in the wind. Oi I slept to long! The boy raced out of his robed that he had slept in, into a pair of khaki slakes and a white, form fitting t-shirt. He swiped the text books for charm off of his side table, and rustled about his sheets for his wand. Finally, he had all his things. With a wave of his wand as he ran to the door, his bedding folded itself neatly onto the mattress.Â
 The corridors were cooler than Parker had anticipated. A quick run to get a hot chocolate wont matter now, I'm already late. He walked quickly, carrying his books in one hand, the made his way into the Great Hall, students were now beginning to leave, the room smelled of roast chicken, potatoes and other wonderful dishes. Parker's stomach gave a turn, reminding his that he had in fact, missed dinner. He stepped up to the table with the drinks and sweets. Pouring himself some hot chocolate, and a vanilla cupcake, he struggled to hold both in one hand comfortably.
  Leaving the Great Hall now, his own footsteps echoed through the hallways. Others walking by snickered at the boy looking so silly with his books and food, trying not to spill his drink. Slowing down for a second, as to get a sip of his coco because he was still quite cold. His
blue eyes still felt the heaviness from his nap. He shook his head attempting to clear it from it's own fogginess. Ryan was going to be annoying with him, Parker had made him wait for over forty minutes. Ah, he was probably readin' anyways. The Library doors were in his sight now, one of the great wooden door was already ajar, Parker placed his foot in between the door and the wall, pushing it so he could slide through.
 He saw his friend out of the corner of his half closed eyes. He was indeed reading, a pile of papers and a text book all over the small table. Parker trudged over, slamming down his books, finally able to take a bite of his cupcake. "Oi, s'ry I'm late, fella. I ova slept."he exclaimed with his mouth full, little crumbs falling onto the table.
Notes: Ryan gets to know Sam better for his assignment and then gets a song and a strip tease
Ryan had spent most of his day, after school just laying around his room since his plans with Rory had fell through. He made sure to pick up an extra spiral on his way home that so that he could start jotting down what he knew about Sam so far. Making sure to put a label on the front and write 'Things About Sam', smiling to himself as he did it- remembering what Sam had said about it. So far there were a mix of school appropriate and not so appropriate things in the spiral and he couldn't help but be excited to hang out with Sam again. This time around, he would get the chance to get to know him a little and just hang out with him before they got to the taking each other's clothes off part. Walking out to the kitchen, he picked up the spiral off the counter and walked to quickly find a pen so he would be ready when Sam arrived.
Sam had been looking forward to this part of his day for the entirety of it, and was now practically bouncing on his heels as he made his way to the fifth floor. He'd been distracted when he tried to hang out with Lucy, wrapping it up kind of quicker than he meant to when he learned Ryan's own plans had fell through and he had time for him now. He went to his room to change into some nicer clothes, including a gray long sleeves thermal shirt, a pair of boxer briefs he felt hugged him in all the right places, then his nicest pair of blue jeans, shoving his bare feet into some sneakers before he had left. Now he was in front of the door, ridiculously thinking what a nice number it was when he shook his head at himself and knocked, waiting patiently to be let in.
Ryan set the notebook and pen down on the coffee table before walking over to the closest mirror. Checking his appearence one last time, he ran a hand through his styled hair and looked himself over. He was dressed in a dark blue sweater and a pair of dark designer jeans, simple enough- but as he ran his hand over his shirt, he heard the knock at the door. Making his way to the door, he walked quickly, already smiling as he opened it. "Hey," He said, somewhat breathlessly. He couldn't help but let his eyes wander over Sam, admiring him before stepping aside to let him into his room.
Sam smiled when the door opened up, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Hey," He said in reply, trying not to grin like an idiot. He stepped across the threshold and into the room, not really expecting anything to be different in two days but he still let his eyes quickly give the room a once over before his eyes settled back to where they wanted to be, on Ryan. "I really am sad there's no smell of cinnamon in here," He teased, before shaking his head and leaning across to press a kiss to Ryan's cheek next to one of his dimples, letting his lips linger there for a moment, secretly inhaling his scent before he pulled back and was grinning again in a moment. "Nice to see you. Do you want to get started?"
Ryan closed the door behind them before turning back to him. Chuckling, Ryan shrugged, "I know, I'm just as disappointed as you are! I was really looking forward to them, and having you try them- but Rory couldn't do it today." His smiled widened as Sam kissed his cheek, enjoying the lingering feeling of his lips before they left his cheek. Before his mind could wander to Sam's lips, he remembered that they had actual work they were going to do. "Yeah, you too. Um, yeah we should get started on that." He said, starting to lead the way, "Oh, I have something to show you." Ryan said, smiling over his shoulder at Sam. He picked up the notebook as they reached the table beside his bed and turned to show Sam the cover.
Sam shook his head, smiling, "Aww, well.. I'd offer to make them with you, but then you'd have deprived her, so there's no real win/win in the whole thing, I guess I better wait." His smile twisted into a smirk before he tilted his head and looked over Ryan's face. He started to follow him further into the room, eyebrows raising when he said he had something to show him. He spotted the spiral notebook and the title and smiled widely, feeling his heart swell up. He ducked his head down sort of bashfully before he looked up at Ryan through the blonde fringe of his long blonde hair, before chuckling. "That's-... I don't even-" He swallowed and moved over to close the distance, giving Ryan a kiss, this time on the lips, hands on his hips. It didn't last too long before he broke away, stepping back. "You're-... shit-.. painfully sweet. I don't even know what to do with you."
Ryan nodded, "Yeah, I think she wants to make them with me- although I wouldn't be surprised if she just wants to do it for the recipe, in which case I could just give it to her and we could make them." He told him with a smile. He never really knew what to think about Rory, but he was sure she wouldn't mind because he wasn't sure if they were ever going to reschedule their cupcake making day. Ryan's eyes stayed on Sam's face, watching his reaction and glad that he seemed to like that he actually did it and made the spiral. He was surprised when Sam kissed him but was far from complaining and kissed him back- sad that is was so short when he pulled away. "Well I told you that I would make it so.. I thought I'd surprise you and have it for today." Ryan said, and then his smile turned into a smirk, "I could think of a few things you could do with me- but work first." He said, mostly just reminding himself before sitting down on his bed and patting the spot beside him.
Sam shrugged his shoulders, smiling. "I wouldn't want to deprive her of the joy of baking with you- not that I know it is, you might be a complete Nazi in the kitchen," He teased him. "Or, you know.. start food fights... actually, that one does kind of sound fun. That might happen if you get me around flour, I'm just going to warn you ahead of time, in case you ever find yourself in that situation with me. But don't worry, I'd promise to help you clean up afterward. And offter to wash you in a shower." He chuckled, playfully waggling his eyebrows at Ryan, before he'd seen the notebook and had had to kiss him in a sort of thanks for it. "Yeah, you told me but... telling me and doing it- well, they're different to me. People can say a lot of things.." He shrugged and then laughed at Ryan's comment, seating himself on the bed next to him, turned toward him so his leg was sort of curled and half on the bed. "Work first..."
Ryan flipped open the front cover to the spiral, passing the already filled first page and opening to a clean one, "Oh and by the way, now we definitely have to make something together." Ryan said, going back to what Sam said before kissing him, "It sounds like way too much fun to pass up on." He told him, "I promise I'm not a cooking Nazi, I don't really like to be too serious about anything. I try to make things fun." Ryan reassured him with a grin. "But anyways, on to you." He said writing the date on the top of the page, "So... Tell me about yourself- what's your family like, what's your favorite things, all that fun stuff."
Sam watched him flip open the notebook, murmuring, "So studious," with a soft grin before lifting his eyes back up to Ryan's face, licking his lips and smiling again, returning that little kiss before replying. "Well.. I have no problems with that. I'd like to make something with you. And so on from there.." He nodded, his eyes drifting over Ryan, not being too discrete about it, as he was picturing Ryan in the shower, water rolling down over those shoulders, and his wet, hot hands pulling Sam in toward him. He swallowed and shook his head, not needing to start getting distracted before they even started. "Good... even though I imagine you're pretty hot when you get bossy. If you get bossy." He shrugged and smirked at him before leaning on one of his wrists, peeking at what Ryan was writing just to see the date, before he looked back up at him. "All right.. well.. I have a younger set of siblings besides my two brothers here at Roselle... we.. uh... we were fairly comfortable lower-middle class until I was about 16, when my dad lost his job and we lived in- a motel for a little while before having to move states for my dad to get a job that would pay for us renting a house... I love my family, and even if we didn't have a lot of money or anything, we were always really close, my mom would-... sew designer labels into our clothes so we wouldn't feel too ashamed of ourselves at school or whatever... uhm... favorite things? That's pretty broad." He tsked at Ryan, raising his hand to move his hair out of his face and rub the back of his neck. "I like... music, of course... British comedies... most all sports, playing truth or dare, uhmm.. video games.. pizza, even though there's a lot of calories in pizza-.."
Ryan looked up at him with a smirk at his studios comment, winking at him before turning so that he was facing him and sitting crisscross on the bed. He didn't miss the way that Sam's eyes trailed over him, and had to swallow thickly and look down to keep himself from drifting into thought about them showering down after a flour fight in his kitchen. "Um, Yeah." Ryan said clearing his throat before smiling up at him, "We're definitely going to do that." He told him before chuckling, and shaking his head, "I can be bossy for sure.. Just not about cooking." Ryan told him as his eyes looked over him lingeringly, starting to imagine what it would be like to order Sam around during one of their hot sex filled nights. Catching him trying to look at his spiral, he chuckled, "Well someone's curious." He teased before Sam started talking about himself. Ryan couldn't help but be intrigued as he listened, having always found it interesting to learn about people since he was brought up so different than most. He wrote down just about everything Sam said in bullet point form before looking back up at Sam as he finished. "You know... I think it's amazing what your parents did. I mean sure you guys never lived in a mansion but, it sounds like they worked really hard to take care of you guys and make sure you were happy. Even if it wasn't easy- that's really special." Ryan told him, smile a little sad as he thought about how different their parents were. "And 'i like music'? That was pretty broad too." He told him chuckling, "What kind of music?" Looking over the list, he hummed "Oh, and you like truth or dare, huh? One on one or in a group?"
Sam nodded when Ryan said he could be bossy, his mouth going a little dry but he shoved the thoughts out of his head. Grinning when Ryan teased him, he mumbled, "I'll be good," before setting his hands on his own thighs and talking. Chewing on his lip as he waited for Ryan to catch up and comment, he quirked up one side of his mouth and nodded softly. "Yeah, I know.. I mean... I definitely felt how much my parents tried to take care of us all and make sure we were happy.. my mom stayed home with us through most of it. It all meant a lot to me, so I ended up getting a job, too, to help, get my siblings things, too." He shrugged and bit down on his lip when he noticed that little smile on Ryan's face, something striking him as it not being wholly happy and it gave him a pang, feeling bad if Ryan hadn't felt as loved by his parents. Letting out a soft chuckle, he shook his head. "So's my music taste? I dunno, I like most everything. Like I can sing the full first verse of Give It 2 U, but I also love the Civil Wars who are more folky and then there's just- I dunno, it's a bit too hard to narrow it down." He rolled his shoulders, hearing a few soft clicks of his spine before he settled comfortably back into a slouch. "Both." He wet his lips, then buried his hand into his pocket to pull out a flavored chapstick before applying it and stuffing it back into his pocket. "I take it where I can get it," He joked.
Ryan shrugged, "I mean that's what family really should be like.. Taking care of each other. It doesn't matter how much money you have." His eyes dropped down to the notebook, "That's really cool, that she was there for you guys during it all." Ryan couldn't help but compare their lives. Yeah, his family had a lot of money and he and his siblings got everything they wanted, but his parents were never home and he barely talked to them. Shaking his head, he pushed his thoughts of his somewhat broken family away, not wanting to think about it and looked back up at Sam, his smile back in place. "I'd love to hear you sing Give It 2 U.." Ryan said, smirking, "That's one of my favorite songs right now. But I get you, It's good to like a variety of things. I'll have to check out the Civil Wars- I like folky things, like Of Monsters And Men and such." He said as he wrote down all the new things he was learning about him. He looked up, getting distracted as he watched Sam apply his chapstick before chuckling "Takes it where he can get it." Ryan teased, writing it down.
Sam tried not to frown, worried he was upsetting Ryan with this, wanting to slide his arm around Ryan's shoulder and rub them but he thought it might annoy Ryan to be comforted for something like that, so he just managed a smile and nodded, and was glad when Ryan seemed to shrug it off and looked back up smiling. "Sure, any time. I think I do it a bit cheesily, but maybe if I sang it to you I could manage to make it more sexy, since I'd probably mean it more," He smirked and gently nudged Ryan when he wasn't writing, before nodding. "I love The Civil Wars, there's very few songs of theirs I ever want to skip. You should listen to.. uhm.. To Whom It May Concern and C'est la Mort, those are my favorites. But I love a lot of theirs." He tilted his head and noticed Ryan watching him apply the chapstick, getting a small smile as he put it away. Laughing at the tease, he joked back, "Well, that too," before shaking his head. "No, no, I know how to be picky...so when I find someone I really like having sex with, I keep coming back... which you're going to be finding out, by the way, first hand..."
Ryan was never one to talk about his family or things that bothered him in general, mostly because he didn't like to think about it- but also because he didn't want to bother people with his issues. So he just smiled, acting as if nothing was wrong, as he always did. "Well I doubt you'd have to try very hard to be sexy to be honest." Ryan told him with a smirk, "I actually have the song, so if you want to sing it when we're done with the work part... Which we pretty much are." He suggested already guessing that the song would be a great segue to non-work related things. "Alright, I'll definitely check them out later. I'm always looking for more music to add to my phone." He chuckled as Sam joked back but smiled as he went on. "Well I'm glad because it would be hardly fair if I became a Sam-addict and you didn't get a little addicted yourself."
Sam raised an eyebrow at him and chuckled. "You're pretty much good for this round and just wanna get straight into the part where I sing a sexy song at you?" He laughed, licking his lips, tasting the strawberry chapstick. "Hmmm... have the song? Like, so I can sing along to the tune? That would probably make it better, instead of me remembering how the pace goes." He nodded, leaning on his wrist again and sliding his other hand onto Ryan's thigh. "Well, all right... we can move onto that and other things now.. if you want... if you wanna put the notebook away." He chuckled. "Good, I hope you'll like them. If I tried to name all the songs of theirs you should listen to, it'd probably be an album full." He pursed his lips, obviously trying not to smile as the return of 'Sam-addict' made his stomach do a flip. "No, well... I don't think you have to worry about that in the least."
Ryan chuckled, "That was suppose to be a lot more smooth, and less obvious- but yeah basically. As much as I love learning about you- and I really do.. I have to say I'm looking forward to the sexy part that comes afterwards." He told him, honestly- eyes flickering down to watch the way that Sam licked his lips. "Yeah, I figured it would be easier for you- and then that was you have the music in the background too, you know if you decide you want to start stripping or something." He told him with a smirk, only half joking. Feeling Sam's hand on his thigh, he bit his lip as his mind flashed back to the last time they'd hung out, and he had to shake his head and chuckle to clear his mind. "I'm sure I'll like then, I'm pretty openminded. So then I'll just buy the whole albums- then that way if I like them I'll already have it all." His smile widened and he leaned forward, his lips brushing Sam's "Good." He said before placing a lingering kiss on his lips before getting up to go grab his phone.
Sam slowly grinned and shook his head. "I'm looking forward to it too, trust me..." He nodded, feeling good in general, because he felt like most of the time he let sex distract from anyone getting to know him properly, but here they both were, being good and doing the whole getting to know each other part first.. well.. first this time. Laughing, he quirked a brow, admiring Ryan's smirk. "That was on my mind, actually. Trust me." He slowly grinned, knowing Ryan had no idea about his history and practice stripping, so he was intending on making it good. And what was a little Robin Thicke while stripping? Seemed appropriate. "I like the thought of that... you.. liking them and.... having their album on your phone. I hope it works out between the two of you," He laughed again, before watching Ryan lean in, his stomach doing another flip like it was practicing for Olympic gymnastics. He drew in a breath and closed his eyes at the feel of Ryan's lips brushing his before the pressure there and it was a full on kiss. He returned it, raising his hand up to cup Ryan's jaw before letting him go as he went to get his phone, shifting a little, jittery at the prospect, trying to calm down so he wouldn't mess any of it up.
Ryan was glad that he wasn't the only looking forward to the 'after work' part. He was glad that it was so easy to hang out Sam, because usually he just kind of hooked up with people and didn't bother the getting to know you part because, it didn't really seem like it was all that important. So now that he was learning more about Sam, and actually enjoying it he was glad that Miss Alexander had assigned the assignment. His eyebrows raised as he imagined Sam not only singing and dancing- but stripping to Give It 2 U, one of his favorite songs, and the image came clear in his mind. "I- uh.. I'm Glad that we're on the same page then." Ryan said after clearing his throat. He laughed, "Thank you. I'm sure we'll hit it off just fine." He joked back. Ryan smiled as he walked to get his phone off the counter. Coming back, he turned on the ihome beside his bed and hooked his phone up, scrolling through his music till he found the song. "Just let me know when you're ready." He told Sam with a smile, suddenly getting excited.
Sam felt comfortable here, liking to get to know Ryan, even though this time it was mostly only through things he had to say in comparison and contrast to whatever information Sam was giving him, it was still learning about him, and he found he liked everything he was learning, and he liked that they had a mutual current favorite song, and that Ryan wanted him to sing it. He chuckled at his stumbling over his words and clearing his throat. "I'll try to make it good," He smirked at him and rolled his neck and shoulders while Ryan set up his ihome and hooked everything up. God, did he want to start out sitting or standing? Obviously he'd need to be standing eventually. "Just try not to laugh at me too much, yeah? Okay, go on, hit it." He grinned, waiting for Ryan to put it on and leaning over to him, softly doing the first 'yeah, yeah, baby, baby' bit with his lips grazing Ryan's jaw before he smoothly pushed himself to his feet.
Ryan rolled his eyes smiling, "Sam, I don't think you realize the effect on me.." He told him, "You could dance around in a paper bag and I'm sure you'd still find a way to make it hot. So I'm sure it will be good." Ryan assured him, before making sure it was plugged in correctly and the sound was at a good level before sitting back on the bed beside Sam. He opened his mouth to tell him how unlikely it would be to laugh at him but just shook his head and smiled, "I won't. Promise." Leaning over, he pressed play and turned back to him. The song its self was already what Ryan liked to think of as a 'sex song', just because of the beat and the base in the background, so he was looking forward to this. He wasn't expecting Sam to lean in, and a shiver ran through his as he felt Sam's lips against his jaw.
Sam swallowed before her started to grin, getting the urge to lightly hit Ryan in the arm for the obnoxiously fluttery things he was doing to his stomach with his words. "You're... doing that painfully sweet thing again," He murmured, unable to wipe the smile off his face. He shook his head and waited for Ryan to get it set up before he had brushed his lips over his and stood up. He decided about midway through his beginning, of "Girl, give it to me, girl you know what it do, girl give it to me, I got something brand new, girl give it to me, I put it all on you, girl give it to me," that he wanted Ryan standing up, at least for now, so he grasped Ryan's hands and pulled him up to his feet. That way, so when he sang, "I got a gift for ya, I got this for ya," he could slide around Ryan's body, pushing his hands up a little ways into his sweater to grasp his waist. "A little Thicke for ya, a big kiss for ya," His lips grazed Ryan's cheek again briefly, "I got a hit for ya, a big dick for ya, let me give it to ya," he pushed his crotch in against Ryan's hip and ass before spinning around him, moving to the other side. "Baby, baby." He grinned, obviously enjoying himself.
Ryan chuckled and shrugged, "I'd apologize but the look you get on your face when I do it is way too cute." He told him with a grin. Quite honestly, this side only had been coming out recently whenever he was with Sam, and it was like he couldn't help himself. Sam had his full attention as he stood there singing, and he couldn't help but grin as he watched him. Since the music wasn't too loud, he could hear Sam singing along and couldn't help but notice that he had a good voice. His grin widened as he as pulled to his feet, and Sam started dancing around him. Another shiver ran through him as Sam's hands ran over his body, lips parting in a silent moan. Ryan smiled, as he felt Sam's lips against his cheek and then he felt his hips meet his ass, and his already hardening cock twitched against his jeans. Being turned around, he shook his head, smiling at how much fun Sam was having with this.
Sam had his turn to roll his eyes and smile, altogether pleased by Ryan's comment but not about to tell him so. Instead he had more pressing things to do, like dancing around Ryan and singing at him, being animated with the lyrics. He was trying not to grin too much because it would mess with his singing, sliding his hands over Ryan's hips. "I got a call for ya, I got a whip for ya," He smacked Ryan's hip lightly, "Black car for ya, ball hard for ya. I know you wanna get fancy, I know you wanna start dancin'. Hey... girl. You know you're lookin so damn fly, you're lookin like you fell from the sky, you know you make a grown man cry, I wanna give it to you, tonight," As soon as the buzzing beat came back, he'd moved to face Ryan's front, sliding his hands over his waist as he started to roll his hips into Ryan's as he danced up on him. "And make everything you fantasize- come true, ooh baby, I'll make you so so so amazing, I'll give it to you. Girl, give it to me, girl, give it to me." He grinned, spending the next verse and chorus dancing around him again, touching him subtly here and there when he wasn't making relevant gestures, like pointing to his eyes and then Ryan, or putting Ryan's hand on his own covered crotch when he sang 'Get off to you,'" By the time Kendrick Lamar's part came around, he pushed Ryan to be seated and decided not to sing along to this part, instead doing slow body rolls as he started to draw his shirt up, teasing with it before he pulled it up the rest of the way off and over his head, tossing it away before he worked on his jeans as he rocked and rolled his hips in circular motions or side to side. He peeled off his jeans to reveal the snug boxer briefs hugging his obviously defined and somewhat hard cock hugging to the left side. He kicked off his shoes and removed his pants the rest of the way before he straddled over Ryan's lap and started to give him a lap dance, hips rocking over Ryan's, grinding in a figure eight. "Stripper rules- hands to yourself," He murmured, teasing him as his own hands were all over Ryan's torso, pressing against his body through his sweater as he lifted his hips off of him just to push them back down onto his lap and grind, his breath hitching.
Ryan was enjoying seeing this playful side to Sam. Obviously he could be sexy, but it he couldn't stop smiling as he watched the blonde dance around him and run his hands along his hips. His eyebrows raised, smirk growing as he felt the the smack on his side. Ryan's lips parted in surprise and he swallowed thickly as Sam started rolling his hips against his. Not wanting to get in the way, he managed to keep his hands to himself although he wanted to reach out and pull Sam to him. Despite his promise, he laughed as Sam danced around him, teasing him and being silly until he put Ryan's hand on his crotch- causing to roll his eyes and smirk again. He watched Sam after being pushed down on the bed and was once again captivated by Sam as the blonde started to teasingly remove his clothes, slowly revealing his toned abdomen. Ryan's eyes were mostly drawn to Sam's hips as he moved them seemingly expertly. Of course after their night together, Ryan knew that Sam could move his hips but, this was different although equally hot. His mouth went dry as the tight boxer briefs were revealed, and had instinctively pun his hands on Sam's waist when he straddled him, only to be told teasingly to keep his hands to himself. As Sam continued to grind on him though, his now fully hard cock was straining painfully against his jeans. Figuring Sam hadn't said anything about keeping his mouth to himself, he leaned forward to sprawl a few hot open mouth kisses to Sam's chest and trailing them up his neck and across his jaw.
Sam couldn't get enough of the way Ryan was looking at him, as his gaze kept going from amused to then looking enthralled, all of it equally intoxicating Sam, likng to so fully have his attention, since it felt like there was nothing else i the world for Ryan to be looking at, and likewise Sam was looking right back at him. Once on Ryan's lap, he was lifting and dropping his hips over him with ease, grinding and dancing on him as he ran his hands over Ryan's body, mussing up his sweater a little and then his hair as he raked his hands through it. He sucked in a breath, caught off guard by Ryan leaning in to kiss on his chest and neck, enjoying how it felt too much to want to complain, except for a soft groan of, "That's cheating," as his body flushed and heated up, more purposefully rubbing his ass over the obvious strain in Ryan's jeans. When the chorus came back, he found it hard to concentrate at first, jumping back in, almost breathlessly singing which sort of matched the tone of the chorus. He reluctantly pulled away from the kisses and lifted himself off of Ryan just to switch and sit down on his lap facing away from him, settling his hands on Ryan's thighs to brace himself as he leaned forward and rolled his toned ass over his lap, letting him see it as he rubbed and danced over him him. He bit his lip at how his cock throbbed from how much of a tease this was to himself at this point, pushing himself back up and turning his head as he leaned back toward Ryan, panting quietly as the song ended, and he pressed his back in against Ryan's chest and mouthed at his jaw, mumbling, "How was that?"
Ryan thought it was entirely unfair that he wasn't 'allowed' to touch Sam because he was doing plenty of touching of his own. It was like everything melted away and all he could do was feel . Feel the way that Sam was grinding on him, the way his hands were all over him- running over his body, through his hair- it was like he was on overload. The only thing on his mind was Sam and the effect he was having on him. His eyes kept switching from watching the expert way that Sam's hips were moving over and on him, and up to Sam's eyes, loving the way that he has watching him. Every once in awhile, their hips would meet in just the right way and his lips would part in a soundless moan, causing him to swear under his breath. He chuckled at his weak protest before a gasp escaped his lips as Sam started grinding his ass purposefully against him, "Tease." He hissed, breathlessly. His hands went to his bed comforter and hie gripped it tightly to keep himself from reaching out to Sam. Ryan had gone back to kissing Sam's neck, nipping at it playfully as he listened to him sing. When he pulled away, Ryan thought that he was going to for sure end the teasing and just give into him but instead Sam turned away and started rolling his ass over him again. If Ryan thought that the grinding was teasing before, he didn't know what to call this. Torture maybe as he watched the way that Sam's hips were rolling over his aching cock. "Fuck.." He groaned leaning forward to press a few light kisses up Sam's spine before sitting back up and bitting his lip roughly. "God, Sam..." Was all he could say in answer, before his hands went to Sam's waist ands he pulled him down roughly against his bulge and moaning before kissing him. "It was really fucking hot." He told him, lips brushing his as he did so before looking up at him.
Sam groaned out as Ryan's hands were finally on him and pulling him down roughly against his lap. He hadn't realized how much he had wanted Ryan touching him until he was, and Sam was kissing him over his shoulder, lazily rubbing his ass back on him with a hum. He slid his hand onto the back of Ryan's neck, cupping it as he kissed him before smiling at his words and against his lips. He nudged his nose against Ryan's, opening his eyes half way to look at him before he lifted his hips, trying to get back off him. "Your clothes- there's way too many of them," He reached down to grasp Ryan's sweater hem, wanting it off him, pulling it up to reveal his gorgeous torso underneath, his eyes drinking him in. "I really.. want you," he swallowed hard, feeling his restrained cock throb with agreement as he pulled Ryan's sweater off over his head and tossed it away, staring down at him.
Ryan 's thumbs rubbed lazy circles into Sam's hips where he held him, glad to be able to touch him. He smiled as Sam's nose nudged his, reluctant to let him up but letting go with a chuckle at Sam's words, nodding in agreement. Ryan kept his eyes on Sam's as the blonde's hands went to his sweater, loving the way that he was looking at him. "Then what are we waiting for?" He asked, unbuttoning his jeans with a smirk. Once he stood, pushing them the strain against his cock was lessened, now that it was restricted by only his pair of fitted boxer briefs that sat low on his hips. His hand reached out to grab Sam's waistband before he used it to pull him closer, kissing him eagerly- hoping to show him that he wanted him just as badly.
Sam sucked in a breath and watched Ryan stand up and remove his jeans, leaving him in just the boxers. His mouth went dry, suddenly wanting to put his mouth everywhere on Ryan's body all at once and he almost felt frustrated that he couldn't. He grinned a little all the same when Ryan pulled him closer by his boxer briefs, stepping in and kissing him just as eagerly, hungrily, running his hands over his sides and curling his fingers to scrape his nails against Ryan's skin before his hand met with the top of Ryan's boxers and he pushed his hand in slowly, to wrap around his hard cock and give it a few dry strokes, dragging his hand up to slowly rub the tip into his palm as he kissed him, pressing his chest into Ryan's, to otherwise crush their bodies together with a low moan.
Ryan was suddenly more aware of how much he wanted Sam as their lips met, and his hand found it's way to his hair as he pressed them closer together. He smiled into the kiss as Sam's nails ran down his skin before finding his way to his waistband. His free hand had just snaked around to Sam's ass when the blonde's hand found his cock, causing him to groan into the kiss as he his hand dragged up his cock. Gasping, he broke the kiss, sliding his hand into the back of Sam's boxers, "Shit.." He breathed, head resting on the crook of his neck as Sam palmed the tip of his cock. Ryan turned his head to nip at his neck before starting to suck on it as he squeezed Sam's ass, planning on leaving his mark.
Sam enjoyed Ryan's reaction, his gasp and the way he rested his head against his neck, making Sam more eagerly stroke him, but at the same tease him because he didn't want him to get off this way, just to only need him more. He shivered and groaned softly at Ryan sucking on his neck and squeezing his ass, Sam moving his hand out of his boxers and arched his hips forward to rub their clothed erections together, sliding his hands onto Ryan's back. "H-how do you want me, Ryan..? You can have me any way you want... any at all," He swallowed, not sure that wholly expanded upon his range and flexibility on who did what, what he knew he wanted to satisfy Ryan, for some reason wanted him to find that he could have anything he wanted with Sam, not need anything or anyone else, which he knew was greedy, but he couldn't find it in him to care.
Ryan couldn't help but hope to leave a mark that lasted. He wasn't totally oblivious and, knew that probably wasn't the only person who got the luxury of having sex with Sam- kind of like he's slept with other people since getting here, but he wanted to leave a mark that could remind Sam of him whenever he saw it on himself. At first he was sad that Sam's hand was gone so quickly but then their hips were being pressed closer together and his sensitive cock was rubbing against Sam's. He couldn't stop the soft moan that passed his lips at Sam's words, loving how willing he was to do anything for him, it was such a turn on- and several things ran through his head, wanting to do an endless list of things with and to Sam. "Fuck- first I'm going to stretch you out properly this time, and then I'll decide what to do with you." He told him, leaning forward to kiss him again, his lips only lingering for a moment before he pulled back. "On the bed." He ordered before pulling away from him completely and turning to get the bottle of lube from his drawer.
Sam hissed at the pressure of Ryan's sucking on his neck, realizing belatedly he was marking him and he liked it, liked Ryan leaving something behind for him to remind him, as if he needed it. He rocked his hips against Ryan's with a little moan, wanting more than this but taking all he could for now, while he was waiting for his words to take hold and get a reply. His eyes lifted to Ryan's face and he shuddered a little from the thought of Ryan stretching him open, wetting his lips. He kissed back, his head following Ryan's for a moment after he broke away, chasing the kiss before he heard the order and he swallowed thickly, practically whining from how that sent a jolt of pleasure through him. He crawled up onto the bed, not sure whether to be on his back or stomach but he rolled onto his back for now. "Would you like to do the honors, or shall I?" He asked as he snapped the waistband of his boxer briefs to signal he meant taking them off, staring at Ryan with lust in his eyes.
Ryan never failed to be surprised at how easily Sam turned him on, even just hearing his little sounds of pleasure he made had a shiver running through him, and left him wanting him more- wanting to make him moan again and again. As he he held the bottle in his hand, he looked down at Sam and almost moaned at the sight of his flawless body laying there, his eyes clearly filled with lust as he watched him- mirroring Ryan's own. He got on the bed beside him, dropping the bottle on the bed before grabbing his legs and turning him towards him. He placed a light kiss on Sam's lower abdomen, looking up at him before moving to mouth his cock through his boxers, exhaling his hot breath on the somewhat thin fabric. Finally he moved to take Sam's waistband between his teeth and slowly drag his boxers down, off him. Stopping halfway to finish pulling them off with his hands.
Sam swallowed thickly as Ryan got on the bed and lightly manhandled him, making him moan softly before he muffled it by biting his lower lip. Ryan did not need to know just how much he loved manhandling, he already did enough right, it'd be too unfair if he knew that, too. He squirmed under him, staring down at him while Ryan kissed his abdomen while looking up at him. He sucked in a shaky breath, his abdomen tensing a little as his cock throbbed painfully and he moaned out unashamedly and a little loudly when Ryan mouthed him through the material, since it was incredibly hot. "J-Jesus, Ryan!" His hands flew down to his hair, raking through it again as he watched him take down his boxer briefs with his teeth, panting softly and lifting his hips to make it easier for him. "I-if it was possible... to just... fucking... combust from how u-unfairly hot you are, I'd be doing it," He breathlessly laughed, feeling his cock finally spring free from it's restraint, practically smacking against his own stomach as it did. "You make me want you so much."
Ryan smirked as he heard Sam moan, making a mental note to manhandle him more often if that was the reaction he was going to get. Hearing him shout out, Ryan had stopped to smirk up at him before continuing to start on his waistband. He groaned lightly as Sam's hands went to his hair. It was something that Sam did often, and he loved it- he'd purposely put a different kind of hair product in earlier that day, with the thought of Sam's hands running through his hair so that it would be easier for him to get his hands through it. He chuckled at his comment, watching with lust filled eyes as Sam's cock sprung up, "Now you know how I felt when you were doing your little dance, and teasing the hell out of me." He told him before leaning forward to lick one long strip on the underside of Sam's cock, from the bottom to the tip before leaning over Sam to grab a pillow.
Sam kind of noticed, in the back of his mind, that Ryan's hair was easier to run his hands through, it felt softer and more pliable, like he could just grip it and tug it without messing it up too much, though he did enjoy the sex hair he always gave him afterward. He figured it was just a shower, and his mind was back to that place, before Ryan's current actions drew him back to the here and now, making him pant and moan as he felt Ryan's tongue on his cock. "S-some... fucking good.. payback," He shivered and his eyes half glazed over before flicking to the pillow and back to Ryan, his lips parted, wondering if he was going to do what it looked like he was going to do, and the muscles in his ass clenched and relaxed in reaction to the thought, swallowing thickly as he watched him, mesmerized.
Ryan shaking his head, he thought back to how hard it had been to not touch Sam throughout his whole performance that he put on for him, "I'm not sure that I've quite fully paid you back yet." Ryan told him before grabbing Sam's hip roughly and lifting it, as a signal to lift his other one as well, to put the pillow beneath it. Picking up the bottle of lube, he flipped open the cap before holding out two fingers and squirting some of it onto them, getting distracted as he thought back to the last time he had briefly stretched Sam. They had both been far more desperate at the time to bother with doing it properly so he licked his lips, looking up at Sam as he thought about what it would be like this time around. "Spread your legs." He ordered, moving closer.
Sam 's eyebrow quirked up when Ryan said that, now a little intimidated and also turned on that Ryan would pull a fast one on him and make him pay for it in some way. It excited him even if he was nervous about all the ways Ryan could do it. He groaned as Ryan roughly grabbed his hips, lifting his up quickly and dutifully before resting them back on the pillow, enjoying the sight of Ryan down between his legs. He chewed on his lower lips and decided to be a tease about his order, spreading his legs slowly, like he had all the time in the world to do it as his eyes were locked on Ryan's face a smile starting to stretch across his face. "Like thiis?" He tilted his head, looking up at him, not-so-secretly hoping to goad him.
Ryan wasn't surprised after how much of a tease Sam was earlier, that he didn't follow his order the way he was expected to. Keeping an unamused face with some difficulty, he shook his head. "I told you I could be bossy sometimes," Ryan started, using his non-lubed hand to push his leg open. "I wasn't joking, Sam." He told him smirking, his eyes meeting Sam's perfect emerald ones. Sitting back on his knees, one of his fingers lingered at Sam's entrance, brushing it lightly, "I don't know if you even deserve this after how much of a tease you've been tonight.... I mean maybe I should tease you." He told Sam moving his hand away- "Maybe I should just take care of myself, and leave you to do the same." He said, taunting him
Sam 's lips parted, since being teased back was always a cruel and terrible thing. He wasn't allowed to make demands of people- well, he could damn well try, and often did, but they usually smacked him down, figuratively, because he was the submissive. He bit his lower lip and squirmed when Ryan's finger teased him and then moved away. "No!" He gasped, widening his eyes and looking up at him with a pleading expression. "Please.. don't do that..? I can be good?" He moved his leg to brush against Ryan's slowly, in what he hoped was a tantalizing way. "Please? Let me be good for you.. I want it, and you, so much, I can hardly stand it... please, Ryan.." He licked his lips, wanting to reach out for him and drag him down to him but fearing that'd be pushing it and he'd be rejected, so he had to hope he was just too hard to deny.
Ryan had figured that he might as well try something new out with Sam, and bring out his bossy side- not quite sure how he would react. So once Sam started begging, and pleading for him, Ryan decided that this was something that he would have to do more often because he loved seeing Sam like this, and feeling so wanted because he wanted Sam just as badly, if not more. He grabbed his leg, holding his gaze for a moment before saying, "Fine." And running his hand lightly up his leg and continuing past his thigh, "But you have to be good.. Or I'll stop." Ryan told him firmly, waiting for his reply before moving back between his legs, and not hesitating before pushing his finger in slowly, past the tight ring of muscle until it was in all the way, moaning softly himself as his cock twitched at his tightness.
Sam let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in when he realized he hadn't ruined it and Ryan would still have him. He shivered at the feel of his hand brushing over his thigh and up. Nodding to his words, he stared into his eyes. "I will be.. I will be, I'd do anything-" He cut himself off before he could embarrass himself by how much he liked Ryan touching him looking at him, and in general. He sucked in a breath as he felt his finger push into him, keeping himself relaxed so it wouldn't hurt, his eyelids fluttering shut for a moment as he groaned back out the breath, slowly opening his eyes to look at him. "Unnnghhh.. He shifted his legs a little more, further apart, and planted his feet on the mattress. "T-thank you," He half smiled. "M-making me feel good..."
Ryan bit his lip at Sam's words, embarrassed by how much he liked hearing him say that. He couldn't help but keep his eyes on Sam's face as the blonde's eyes fell closed, watching every change in his expression as Ryan continued pushing his finger slowly into him. Ryan waited a little bit, wanting to give him time to adjust before he started any kind of movement. He smiled softly, eyes softening as he leaned down to kiss the inside of Sam's thigh beside him, "I always want to make you feel good." He told him as he pulled away, meeting his eyes again, figuring he didn't have to tell Sam that he meant that in more than one way. Clearing his throat he started moving his finger slowly, in and out of him, "As long as you're good that it is." He added with a smirk before leaning forward to put a hand beside Sam's head to support himself before he leaned down to kiss him tenderly, slowly adding a second finger after another few moments.
Sam made a soft noise, unable to remember the last time someone had made him this turned on and that fluttery at the same time. Had he forgotten it was possible? If someone told him it was possible he might not have believed them, but there the butterflies were, raging away in his stomach from that simple sentences, and his body aching for more and throbbing all at once. He moaned out his name, digging his heels into the mattress as Ryan started move his finger in and out of him, being surprisingly slow and delicate about it, considering their first, desperate time. He let out a short laugh that ended up as a moan from Ryan's addition to the sweetness, shaking his head and opening his eyes in time to see Ryan leaning down over him. His eyes slipped back shut and he was kissing him back, letting him set the tone. It's tenderness had his chest aching in a way so very different from the muscles around Ryan's finger, his own fingers twitching to be on Ryan, but he decided to ask, in the spirit of being good, "May I touch you?" breathing the words almost inaudibly into the kiss as his lips grazed over Ryan's, sucking on his lip.
Ryan couldn't help but think how different things were this time around. It was so odd to him how he could want Sam just as badly as but also be having other feelings for him as well. Kitty always told him that feeling were overrated so for the most part, he never let himself feel like this about anyone- but now as he kissed him, he couldn't help but soften, kissing him in a mix of passion and unexplainable tenderness that he hoped would preserve what he was feeling in this moment. All the while, he continued, pumping his fingers in and out of Sam, making sure to scissor his fingers so he was really stretching him out. He moaned softly as Sam sucked on his lip before nodding, "Yes. Please do.."
Sam almost didn't know how to handle what Ryan's kiss was doing to him. He could do rough, mindless sex like Lance Armstrong could ride a bicycle, but on their second meeting, Ryan was kissing him in a way he couldn't remember the last time he was kissed, with passion and something else, something he didn't dare put a name on because he knew it would hurt much more if he was wrong. But it felt so good, and he wanted it all so much that he would take it, and worry about the consequences of what Ryan was making him feel later. He shuddered under him as he scissored him, staying relaxed to make Ryan's job easier. As soon as he got permission, his hands were sliding onto Ryan's back, dragging his palms slowly over the contours as he kissed him again, letting his lips slowly massage against Ryan's, letting their noses nudge and brush together again as one of his hands moved all the way back up his back, into his favored spot of Ryan's short hair. He started to rock his hips slowly against Ryan's fingers to encourage more, breathing, "R-Ry," against his lips as he gripped onto his back. "P-please.. m'ready... n-need you inside of me."
Ryan was surprised that something as simple as a kiss could effect him in such a way. Not only was he kissing him in a way that he'd never kissed anyone before, Sam was kissing him back, with seemingly the same intensity- so he started to wonder if he was feeling the same way. He was getting breathless just kissing him as his stomach did a couple flips and he stopped trying to figure out what it all meant and just enjoyed it. He felt so close to Sam, not only was he making him feel good on a physical level but Ryan was happy about this new feeling and wanted to make the most of this. A few quiet moans fell from his lips as Sam's hands ran over him and found his hair once again. He found himself groaning agains as Sam started rocking back against his fingers and he broke the kiss as he spoke against his lips. "God.. I need you too." He said, desperation clear in his voice. "Hold on." Ryan told him softly, kissing his cheek lightly as he slowly slid his fingers out of him. Getting off the bed, he grabbed a condom out of the drawer before slipping his boxer briefs and returning to the bed.
Sam dragged his other hand back down Ryan's back, scratching his lower back slowly as he rocked his hips against Ryan's fingers, gasping against his lips and pawing at his hair when he said it back to him. He knew he meant it sexually, but the words were so intoxicating that he wanted to pull him back in and kiss him more desperately than that tone in Ryan's voice. He shuddered as he felt the loss of his fingers, dropping limply back on the bed, trying to catch his breath but his heart was up in his throat, making it harder. He felt his pulse throbbing in his neck and he smiled belatedly at the kiss on his cheek. He'd thought the things Ryan said were painfully sweet, but now the brunette had decided that wasn't enough, and moved into doing actions that made his heart feel like it was going to explode in his chest. He tried to take the time Ryan was off the bed and away from him to calm down, but as soon as Ryan was naked and back on the bed, he was reaching for him, grazing his hand on his bicep, up to his shoulder, lightly smoothing over his neck to cup and stroke his jaw. "Get back here," He grinned slightly, struck suddenly about how somehow they'd gone from strip teases and grinding to.. this.. whatever strange and magical thing this was.
Ryan smiled as got back on the bed and Sam reached out for him and watched the hand that ran along his body, looking up at him as he felt his hand on his jaw. It was funny how things had turned out and how things could be so sweet and playful but still sexy after how heated things had been earlier. Though Ryan was far from complaining. He wasn't sure what was going on between them but as he leaned back down with a grin to kiss Sam again, he decided that right now he didn't really care to figure it out. As their lips met, he couldn't help but feel the lust he so strongly felt for Sam mix with something else that he couldn't name, or didn't want to name as he cupped his face with his free hand and kissed him passionately, all of his array of emotions agreeing on one thing- he wanted Sam.. Just maybe in more than one way. Pulling away, his eyes met with Sam's before he smiled and pulled away even more as he tore open the condom before rolling it on.
Sam slowly smiled when Ryan looked at him after watching Sam's hand, while Sam had watched him do that. He wound his arms around Ryan's shoulders when he leaned back into him to kiss him loving the grin on Ryan's face as he leaned down. He kissed him eagerly, heatedly, worked up. His body was reminding him how all that teasing and fingering hadn't made him any less horny, even if they were mixing something else into the whole equation now that he couldn't name, but knew he liked, because it was making Ryan grin and kiss him like he was and Sam's own stomach to probably have won the gold medal for flips at this point. He squeezed Ryan's shoulder in his hand and loosened his hold on him when Ryan pulled back, opening his eyes and then seeing that smile. It instantly brought one to his face, not sure how he could ever see it and not be inspired to smile right back. His eyes dropped to watch him roll on the condom and he groaned softly, raising up his leg to graze against Ryan's before winding it around his hips. "Yes, yes, please," He practically purred, unable to deny how much he wanted him when he was right there, and now Sam could see no more excuses why he couldn't have him inside of him.
Ryan could probably spend just about all night kissing Sam like he had been. He only kissed him more urgently whenever he felt Sam's hands on him, or his arms around him- making him want to never stop, but then remembering the other things there still was to do with Sam. He still wanted him desperately and wanted to be able to be inside him again, so he reminded himself that to do that he had to break the kiss, long enough to get the condom and put it on. Ryan ran his hand along Sam's leg again as he felt it brush against his side, and couldn't seem to be able to take his eyes off him, only looking down for a moment to line his cock up with his entrance before leaning back over him- free hand holding him up beside Sam's head. "Fuck.. You're so hot like this..." He groaned as he felt Sam's legs around him. It was such a turn on and relief to see how much Sam wanted him, since he wanted him just as badly if not more. Eyes on Sam, he slowly pushed his cock inside him, moaning lowly as he did so at not just the intoxicating feeling of his tightness surrounding his cock but at finally being inside him. After all of the teasing, all of the heated tender kisses before, he finally had Sam. He pulled slowly almost all the way out, and then couldn't stop the words that slipped pass his lips as he rolled his hips and thrusted back into him, "You're Mine."
Sam stared up at him, his body shaking just faintly at being so intensely looked at when he felt this cock prodding against his entrance. It was enough to make it hard to breathe, how Ryan was looking at him and how slowly he was going with it, it made it something different, put it in an category hardly ever tapped into for Sam, making him feel much more than just physically naked before Ryan, like the brunette was staring not just into his eyes but right into his mind, his fucking soul. That almost felt confirmed from the words that came out of Ryan's lips as he thrust back in, making Sam tip his head back and groan out, "Y-yes!" Not sure if he was uttering it in reply to the thrust, his words, or perhaps both but he could hear a little voice in his head saying, 'This, I want this, please.' He let his heel dig faintly into Ryan's ass and he rolled his hips up to meet him, groaning in pleasure, his hands sliding down to Ryan's middle back to hold him there.
Ryan hadn't ever felt this connected to someone, let alone during sex. Hearing him say 'yes' taking it as a confirmation, he continued a few more slow thrusts as Sam's head tipped back, leaning down to kiss his now better exposed neck. His kisses started light as he trailed across Sam's neck, until he got to the other side where he started sucking on it again, wanting to leave one more mark. Usually there was little thought except for trying to make it as highly pleasurable for him and whoever he was hooking up with, but right now, with Sam- everything seemed to be overwhelm him as he rolled his hips slowly but deeply to meet the blonde's. This was something different, and he felt himself more turned on with this connection combined with how good it was feeling physically, as he set into a more steady pace and a few moans passed his lips.
Sam whimpered slightly despite himself when he felt Ryan's lips on his neck as he thrust into him like that, clearly taking his time with it, making both of them feel it more keenly. Sam clenched around Ryan's cock for a few seconds, to stroke every inch of it as he pulled out, curling his fingers in to scratch smoothly over Ryan's back, leaving him with the faintest marks. "Y-you.. feel so good," He whispered, knowing Ryan might be able to hear him since his head was right next to Sam's in his neck and his thrusts weren't quite rough or fast enough to shake the bed, even though he was still managing to fuck him deeply, which had Sam shuddering underneath him. "So good," he moaned a little louder, torn between how much he loved the intimacy of the pace and how much he wanted to buck his hips up for harder and more, manage to keep his hips rolling up to meet Ryan's, hugging his waist with his thighs, turning his head to kiss Ryan behind the hinge of his jaw, before he kissed and sucked on his neck, wanting to leave Ryan with a matching mark.
Ryan bit down on on Sam's neck lightly before moaning as he felt Sam clenching tightly around his cock, "F-fuck... Sam... M-my God... S'good." He groaned out, a shiver running through him as the sensation combined with the feeling of Sam's light nails on his back. Hearing Sam's comment, he kissed the freshly marked spot on his neck before resting his head on the nook of his neck. Ryan just nodded in response to him as he pressed down closer to him so that his toned abdomen would brush against Sam's cock as he thrusted into him, hoping to cause a little friction. Once felt Sam's lips at his neck, he moaned softly before smiling at the thought of having his mark on him. Ryan's hand went to Sam's hip as he bit his lip, he was enjoying this slow and intimate pace but the longer Sam's lips remained on his neck, the more he realized how much he needed him. So he lifted one of Sam's legs up and over his shoulder, figuring he hadn't minded getting manhandled earlier, and groaned at the new angle he was able to hit, and how much deeper he could go inside him. "S-Sam..." He moaned as he started rolling his hips a little faster.
Sam shivered, parting his lips to tell Ryan he could bite harder if he wanted, but then Ryan was groaning out words, and it made him hum, liking the stuttering way he'd gotten Ryan to moan from clenching around him. He hummed and decided to do it again to see if he could get him to groan again, sucking in a breath when he felt Ryan's abdomen graze against his cock. "Fuuuck," He almost whined out, rocking his hips again for more of that friction. His head buried in Ryan's neck and he sucked, perhaps a little harshly because he wanted to make sure he left a darkish mark. He wanted it there for days after, so if Ryan was with anyone else before he could be with him again, he wanted them to see someone marked him, he wanted Ryan to see it in the mirror and think about him and the slight pain that hopefully dissolved right into pleasure that he caused him. He broke away from Ryan's neck since it was a bit of a bend to try and do that when Ryan was moving his leg up. He groaned out as his leg over Ryan's shoulder gave him a new angle, new depth that had Sam dropping one hand to the bed to grip the covers tightly, moaning. "Oh my- G-God, nngh- th-that feels amazing." He panted and scraped his other hand a little harder up Ryan's back, to bury in his hair again and tug on it. "R-right there- fuuck!" He closed his eyes, Ryan's picking up the speed making his orgasm get so much closer, addicted to how this felt, right here.
Ryan buried his head more so against Sam's neck as he felt Sam clenching down again, "F-fuck... T-that f-feels... S-sooo g-good..." He moaned out. Sam was already tight enough, so feeling him clenching around him was enough to stir the feeling in the pit of his stomach. Hearing Sam groan, he kept his abdomen close to Sam's to assure that the friction would be consistent. When Ryan felt how roughly Sam was sucking, he groaned loudly because he also realized what he would be leaving behind and having a darkish purple mark on him like that for at least a couple days would be easy to see whenever he was in front of a mirror, or whenever he was with someone else. Although, he couldn't really see the need to sleep with anyone else when he had Sam- plus, he wasn't sure that he wanted anyone else. He continued to increase his speed as he moaned out at how good it felt, "Nnngh.." Was all he continued rolling his hips to thrust deeply inside him. Loving the way that Sam's nails were raking over his skin. "G-getting close... God... Y-you're amazing."
Sam scraped his teeth over the mark he left before laving his tongue over it to soothe it before the new position and angle just had his head spinning, loving Ryan's instinct about things and technique, groaning because he hadn't been fucked this good in long enough, it was intoxicating, as everything about Ryan was turning out to be. He clutched onto him, pushing his ass toward him with a moan when he heard the delicious sound it was starting to make, Ryan's hips slapping softly into his from the sweat of their bodies he hadn't noticed until now. "M-me too... y-you're.. s-so fucking good at this," He moaned out, releasing his grip on the covers to push his hand between their bodies, his knuckles brushing against Ryan's abdomen as he wrapped his hand around his own cock to give it more attention, gasping because he could feel how close he was now that he was touching himself properly. "Unngh! I'm going to- c-come, p-please.. te-tell me I can, I w-want to hear you say it," He cupped the back of Ryan's neck and lifted his own head a little so he could rub his lips softly against Ryan's as he stroked himself, his body starting to tense.
Ryan moaned softly at the feeling of Sam's teeth against the newly sensitive spot on his neck. It was like every little thing Sam did felt ten times better than when others did it, and he didn't know if it was just because Sam knew exactly how to drive him crazy, or just because it was Sam- although it was highly possible that it could be a combination of both. He moaned again at Sam's comment, glad he wasn't the only one that thought this was amazing. When he felt Sam's hand brushing his abdomen, he looked down and groaned at the sight of him touching himself. That in itself was enough to push him a good ways closer to his orgasm. As he was pulled closer to Sam, he started rolling his hips faster, as he became desperately close. "F-fuck.." He said against Sam's lips at his words. "Come for me, Sam." He said raggedly in his ear before kissing him as he felt himself being pushed over the edge.
Sam parted his lips and closed his eyes tightly in a silent cry when Ryan breathed those words in his ear, sounding so sexy with the way they rolled from his lips. He full body shuddered and clenched around Ryan as he stroked himself more urgently, muffling his actual cry into the kiss as he came hard when a particularly good thrust of Ryan's had his cock grazing against Sam's prostate with every inch he thrust into him. He squeezed onto his shoulder as his cum landed on his stomach and chest, dripping down over his hand some near the end as he started to relax around Ryan's cock, kissing him roughly when he wasn't panting from his orgasm. "Amazing," He murmured, sounding far away. "S'like you're inside my head."
Ryan came hard as soon as he felt Sam clenching around him, feeling it first in the pit of his stomach before his orgasm washed throughout him, his thrusts slowing as he continued kissing Sam. His moans were stifled in the kiss, feeling lightheaded as he kept kissing him. He broke the kissed as they both started coming down from their orgasms, resting his forehead on Sam's as he started to catch his breath. He nodded weakly, "Yeah.. I mean that was... Fantastic." Ryan said, staying there for a moment- spent, but content how he was. Finally he slowly pulled out of Sam with a barely audible moan and sat up. Chuckling lightly, he looked down at his chest to see Sam's cum along it. Looking back up at Sam, he smirked before swiping some of it up with his fingers before sucking them clean as Sam had last time. "I should probably go clean off.. I don't think I'm after-sex cuddle session ready." He told him, teasing lightly.
Sam shuddered pleasantly again and relaxed under Ryan, as much as he could with his leg still thrown over the brunette's shoulder. He hummed contentedly and kissed Ryan back happily, still a bit dizzy from it all, but he could do this, this was easy, kissing him, sucking on his lower lip. He drew in a breath when Ryan broke away and rested his forehead against his own. Half smiling at his words, he nodded a little as well before groaning as Ryan drew out of him, wanting to lock his leg around him and not let him go but instead both his legs just dropped down onto the bed and he sighed at the empty feeling Ryan left in his body. A cold settled over his chest, especially where he'd cum, when Ryan sat up, Sam slowly pushing himself up onto his elbows, looking at him when he swiped some of his cum off his chest and sucked on his fingers. He slowly started grinning, embarrassed and amused and finding it undeniably sexy. "You need to clean off? What do you call this?" He waved a hand over his chest and stomach, slick with cum, trying and failing at hiding a smile as he quirked a brow at Ryan.
Ryan 's head was feeling less fuzzy as he caught his breath, and came down from his orgasm. He smiled as he looked down at Sam, thinking to himself how hot he looked just laying there- with his after sex hair, the two hickey's on his neck, and his own cum that remained on his toned abdomen. Smiling, chuckled lightly before he leaning down to to kiss Sam tenderly once again, his lips lingering before he pulled away and smiled at him again. "Well then maybe we should both just jump in the shower together.. You know, save water and all that." Ryan told him, smirk widening as he sat up and slid off the bed, "Come on." He said, taking Sam's hand and pulling him gently off the bed.
Notes: Sam goes to Ryan's late at night  because neither of them want to wait.
Sam threw on a shirt before he hurried out of his quiet room, feeling good and excited about the surprising turn this night took. He had thought how free he was had been rather annoying, but since it left him open and available to be rushing off to the fifth floor in a pair of sleep pants and a white tank top. Nothing was quite as exciting as meeting new and interesting, and very good looking people in school, especially ones that could have him over at this time of night, for what he expected would be a good night. He arrived at 548 and knocked softly on the door, though he doubted anyone around in surrounding rooms would hear him.
Ryan got up off his bed and pulled on a black tank top before pulling on a pair flannel pajama pants as well, over his boxers. He figured, he should probably be at least remotely dressed to answer the door. So far, things at the academy hadn't been particularly exciting so Ryan was excited to be doing something fun for once- especially since Sam was extremely attractive and seemed like the perfect distraction from his boredom. Hearing the knock on his door, he walked over quickly, before opening it. "Hey." He said with a grin as he stepped aside to let the blonde walk in before closing the door behind him.
Sam smiled when the door opened, feeling it stretch across his face as his eyes met with the chiseled brunette. His mouth went a little dry looking over the tank top hugging his torso, almost sighing out as he wished the switch were naked. Perhaps it was vain, since they had a similar body type and build, but everything about Ryan was just what he liked to see. "Hey," He replied, stepping in and chuckling. "You're.... certainly a nice sight at- whatever time it is right now..." He nodded, waiting while he closed the door before he stepped closer to Ryan. sliding a warm hand onto his waist. "Can I ask.. why me? About the assignment..? You were talking to another cute sub boy... or was he taken?"
Ryan smile widened as his eyes ran over the other boy. As his gaze raked over him, he admired his toned arms and the way the thin fabric complimented his fit build. Ryan's hand reached out to mirror Sam's, pulling him closer as he chuckled. His eyes met the blonde's as he thought about his question, "Do you mean Caleb?" He asked after placing the sub's name. Shaking his head, his hand ran smoothly along Sam's waist, "Well first it was your looks.. I mean, from those dark green eyes to your impressive six pack- you caught my eye." His smile softened, "Other than that, I don't know- you seemed different. And I liked the way that our personalities seemed to click." Ryan admitted honestly. "I didn't want that other boy- I mean he's cute, but not as interesting." He said, softer this time as he leaned in closer.
Sam nodded mildly. Sam used to care more about getting to know all the other submissives and their names but lately he'd been letting himself get a little lax on the matter, so he was just pretty sure the boy's name was Caleb. He shivered slightly when he felt the hand run over his waist, his own gripping Ryan a little tighter on instinct as his eyes dropped do his mouth while he explained. His lips parted, enjoying the softer smile, and the explanation even more, the fact that Ryan didn't mind speaking what he thought. It made him smile, because he had a thing for honesty. He slid his hand from Ryan's waist and let it graze up his chest instead, running up to his shoulder. "I think you're a bit dangerous," Sam teased him quietly, stepping in as his hand moved up to loosely hold Ryan's chin. "Your compliments are way too addicting already." Chuckling, he leaned in and nipped at Ryan's lower lip with a satisfied hum, before he properly kissed him, crushing his lips into the switch's.
Ryan was surprised at his own honesty, and blamed his long work filled day for his softness. He had always been one to lie to get who or what he wanted but whenever he was one on one with someone he always had a hard time lying to anyone. Ryan's smile widened as he felt Sam's grip on him tighten before watching has the other boy's hand ran up his chest. Chuckling at his comment, the brunette's other hand moved to Sam's waist, so that he could pull him to him. "Good." was all he said before gasping lightly as his lip was caught between Sam's teeth. His eyes fell closed as their lips met, not holding back as his lips moved against the other boy's. A few moments later, Ryan broke the kiss only to trail open mouthed kisses across his jaw and down his neck. Nipping the skin there lightly, he smiled against his neck before sucking on it.
Sam couldn't help but smile at Ryan's reply, but he was done, for now, with the whole talking thing. He was too curious about getting to know Ryan's mouth better in other ways. Enjoying his gasp, he moved his hand from his chin after he was kissing him, instead winding his arm around Ryan's shoulders as he drew him in, his other hand sliding onto Ryan's hip. He drew in a breath when the kiss was broken, openly shuddering from the open mouthed kisses on his skin, letting out a soft groan and gripping his hands onto him where they lay, feeling his body heat up just from his lips on him, liking the attention to his neck, and not being too shy about his vocal confirmation of this.
Ryan had always loved knowing that he was doing something right. For some reason, knowing that he was making someone else feel good was a total turn on for him, so hearing the soft sounds falling from Sam's lips were enough for Ryan to return his lips to the blondes. He pulled him with him towards his couch, smiling into the kiss as he did so as he deepened the kiss. As the reached the large couch, he pulled Sam down into his lap as he sat down- hand reaching up to cup his face gently as he parted his lips.
Sam moved easily with Ryan, sure that he knew his place well enough to be leading them somewhere good as Sam kissed him and blindly followed, letting his tongue lick out and tease Ryan's lip before returning back to his mouth as he grazed his lips over Ryan's, sliding his hand up from his shoulder to bury into his short, brown hair. He felt himself pulled down as Ryan fell back, dropping down onto the couch so he wound up straddling his lap as he sat over him. He let out another satisfied noise and pressed his torso into Ryan's, slotting his hips into Ryan's easily as he tugged on his hair loosely, only trying it out at first, since he didn't know if Ryan would like his hair pulled on or not.
Ryan gasped softly into the kiss as Sam's hips lined up with his, the friction of his length brushing Sam's through the barriers of their pants catching him off guard. He continued kissing him though, and his hands went to Sam's waist again, as he pressed them closer together, sucking on the blonde's lower lip teasingly. A moan fell from his lips as Sam pulled lightly on his hair, and tightened the grip on the boy's waist- his hips bucking up slightly, a clear sign that he enjoyed the feeling of his hair being pulled. One of his hands trailed up his side again as he continued kissing Sam.
Sam shivered and slowly started to roll his hips over Ryan's lap for more friction, feeling the heat spread in his lower body, especially when he ground his hips down into Ryan, taking his time with it as he pressed his ass back into his lap, trying to arouse him just as it was doing for Sam, making his cock twitch and start to harden in his sleep pants, making a noise as his lip was sucked on and Ryan bucked up. He definitely would have to try that again, then. He tugged Ryan's hair a little harder in his grasp, then let his short nails scrape against his scalp and the back of his neck. He broke away briefly to look down at him, breathing in. "You... are so damn sexy," He murmured, reaching down to grab the hem of Ryan's tank top, pulling it up over his head quickly before leaning in to nip Ryan's jaw.
Ryan let out another soft moan, feeling every small movement Sam was making in his lap. It was his turn to shiver as Sam's ass pressed slowly back against his cock. He could feel the blood rushing towards the tip as it hardened beneath the blonde, making him even more sensitive to every movement. A shiver ran through him as Sam pulled harder at his hair, and he gasped at the sensation combined with the feeling of his cock twitching up towards Sam's ass. "Fuck.." He hissed, squeezing his hips as Sam's nails trailed over him. Luckily, his sleep pants were soft but he was still starting to get painfully hard as his mind wandered to Sam and he wished, not for the first time that night, that there weren't so many clothes separating them. Ryan smirked at Sam's comment, "Maybe. But I've got nothing on you.. You're driving me crazy... I think we have far too many clothes on right now." Ryan pointed out before helping get his tank top off. Another pleased noise passed his lips before he pulled Sam's tank top off.
Sam hummed, enjoying how almost easily he could feel Ryan's stiffening cock through the thin layers of fabric separating them now, even if he wished there were none there at all, he could still work with it now as he teased him, grinding back on him. He removed the tank top and had to admire Ryan's torso, all the definition and toning that made him want to drop down and lick every inch of it. Starting to smile as he listened to Ryan's comment in return as he bit his jaw, he nodded, then raised his arms to help him get off his own tank top. "I agree... completely... I was tempted to just come naked... but I also wanted to feel your hands strip me.. and strip off for you..." He looked across at him, over her gorgeous blue eyes and the perfect features before he climbed off Ryan's lap, standing in front of him as he slowly pushed off his sleep pants until they fell to his ankles and he stepped out of them. "This is better, I think... don't you?"
Ryan sucked in a sharp breath as Sam pressed back on him, amazed at how clearly he could feel the definition of his ass against his cock. Instinctively his hips arched up, towards Sam as his cock ached for him, hoping that their pants wouldnât remain on for much longer and he would actually be able to really touch him. Ryan smiled lightly as he spoke, his hands going to Samâs chest as the other boy spoke. As he listened, his hands ghosted over Samâs chiseled torso, trailing his fingers over every defined line slowly. Ryan frowned slightly as Sam stood up, his eyes meeting Samâs perfect green eyes as watched him. As soon as he realized what Sam was doing, he felt his cock twitch as he watched him slide his pants down. His eyebrows raised slightly, his mouth going dry as he looked over Samâs large cock before looking over his whole body. âGod.. Youâre perfect.â He told him before nodding in agreement. âBut we need just one more thing.â Ryan told him before lifting his hips so he could push his pants and boxers off and kick them lightly aside. âThere.â
Sam started to smile, forcing himself to be proud, not bashful, but Ryan's compliments had the knack to hit just the right spot, so he couldn't help it if he wanted to duck his head down in embarrassment. Only, when he did tip his head down, it was to watch Ryan lift his own hips and push down his boxers and pants. He swallowed, thinking about how it looked just as good as it had felt pressing into his ass and he was gazing down at him hungrily, and in awe, breathing out, "Shit," before he sunk himself down to his knees in front of Ryan. Leaning in, he let Ryan's cock brush against his neck as he leaned past it and placed hot, open mouthed kisses to his abdomen, tonguing his navel briefly as well before he looked up at Ryan from his stomach. "You're incredible," He practically purred, before turning his head and leaning it back a little, letting his full lips graze over the head of Ryan's cock.
Ryan watched Sam as he sunk down on his knees, and felt his cock aching- begging to be touched. He had to bite down on his own lower lip to stop himself from bucking his hips as his sensitive head brushed Sam's neck. His eyes started to fall closed as Sam kissed his abdomen, both the heat of his breath and the feeling of his lips causing a moan to fall from his lips, but forced his eyes to stay open so he could watch him. Ryan couldn't stop his hips from arching as Sam's hot wet tongue dipped into his navel, causing his cock to brush the blonde's neck again. He chuckled breathlessly, at the compliment- shaking his head. Before he could think of something to say, Sam's lips grazed the head of his cock and all thoughts were lost. "Please.." He practically begged, his hips arching slightly.
Sam licked out at his lips, and consequently, let his tongue rub against Ryan's cock. He enjoyed his plea, almost tempted to see if he really would beg for it if he held off, but he also just wanted to pleased him and taste him. Lapping at the head of his cock, his eyes lifted up to Ryan's face again as he closed his lips around the head of his cock and sucked on him briefly before he closed his eyes in pleasure and sunk his mouth down on him, taking him in half way before he started to bob his head up and down over his length, taking him in more each time he went down, preparing himself before he pushed down to deep throat him, his nose nudging against Ryan's stomach as he felt his lips near his base, carefully swallowing around him to let him feel the muscles tighten up around his cock, letting his hands slide over Ryan's thighs and hips.
Ryan shivered, his cock twitching again as he felt Sam's tongue against it. One of his hands found it's way to Sam's soft blonde hair, and he tangled his fingers in it, pulling it gently at first as he watched his tongue lapping at his head. He was biting his lip as his eyes met Sam's, moaning as he took him into his mouth, "Fuck.." He breathed, his voice barely a whisper as he felt the wet warmness of Sam's mouth sliding up and down his cock. Ryan's grip tightened on Sam's hair, it was all he could do to keep him self from thrusting into the blonde's tight warm mouth. He groaned, loudly, as Sam swallowed around his cock- the tightness intensifying as he felt every muscle ripple around his already sensitive cock. Heat pooled at his stomach, "Sam.." He moaned, nails brushing his scalp as he bit his lip again.
Sam groaned around Ryan's cock, letting him feel the vibrations from his lips and his throat as the muffled sound escaped, slowly pulling back and beginning to bob his head over him again, hollowing out his cheeks and enjoying the sounds it made as he took him in his mouth, even the audible little pop as he pulled his mouth off him licking him from base to head before taking him in his mouth again, his hand sliding down Ryan's thigh before dropping down between the couch and his body, giving his own cock a few strokes as he sucked on Ryan enthusiastically, loving all the noises he made and his fingers tangling in his long-ish hair, gripping it.
Ryan let his eyes fall closed for a moment as the vibrations ran through his cock, earning a moan from him as his hips bucked towards Sam's mouth. He was going crazy as waves of pleasure washed through him, soft and not so soft sounds falling from his lips as Sam went on. The warm tingling feeling was growing in the pit of his stomach and he was surprised by how quickly Sam was able to get him off. His eyes opened back up so that he could watch him, and watch as his cock disappeared into Sam's mouth whenever he bobbed his head. Seeing Sam toughing himself only turned him on more, and although he couldn't reach him now he knew he would return the favor later.
Sam splayed the fingers of his other hand over Ryan's abdomen, bracing himself there and with his elbow on the couch as he pumped his head back and forth over him, torn between stopping and mounting Ryan instead, and asking him to cum in his mouth and on his face. He stroked himself a little quicker as he sucked him off, then drew back, softly panting as he looked up at Ryan, a soft smile upturning his lips. "You're so hard or me right now," He hummed, pleased with himself, letting his lips graze along the underside of his cock. "Are you aching?" He dropped his gaze and then his head, kissing Ryan's inner thigh on up to mouth at his balls, squeeze them gently between his lips before rolling his tongue against them.
Ryan pulled harder on Sam's hair as he kept sucking, his breath becoming ragged. He was both disappointed and excited when Sam pulled away. He was hoping that he was going to ask to ride him, because at this point, Ryan couldn't think of anything better than being inside him. He leaned back against the couch, catching his breath as he looked at Sam, "Yeah, well I have a good reason to be... You're so hot, and your mouth... God, it's amazing." He admitted, hips twitching as he felt Sam's lips along his cock again. "God, yes.." He told him, practically moaning. He shouted out as Sam's mouth found his balls, "That's it.. I need you. I want you to ride me.." Ryan told him, not above begging at this point.
Sam lifted his head up, biting down on his lower lip. He was going to make note of that and store it in his head later, because he liked that reaction. He released his own cock and set his hands on the couch to push himself up from his knees. He took his time crawling back over Ryan, straddling him and hovering over his lap, though his cock felt heavy and needy and his body was practically throbbing with how much he wanted to sick back down onto Ryan's cock. He couldn't, though. Not yet. "Condom?" He murmured, licking his own fingers with no shame before he reached back to finger himself, so it wouldn't hurt so much when Ryan's sizeable cock would push inside him. He reached up with his other hand and ran it through Ryan's hair, down to his neck to hold the back of it.
Ryan was glad when Sam didn't waste any time, and could see that it seemed like the blonde wanted this almost as much as he did. Reaching over to the table beside the couch and yanked out the drawer to grab a condom as Sam was getting up using on of his hands to steady him, he watched hungrily as Sam started fingering himself until his cock twitched and he remembered what he was. He raised the package for Sam to see, "Way ahead of you." He told him with a wink before tearing the package open with his teeth and putting it on with one hand. Once the condom was on, he pulled Sam's hands out of the way before moistening his own fingers in his mouth and pushing them into his tight entrance. "God you're so tight." He moaned before starting to finger him, stretching him for his cock.
Sam slowly smiled when he saw Ryan raise the condom, then open it with his teeth. He took in a shaky breath, realizing how close he was to having him now, it was enough to made his lower body pulsate, feeling an ache he needed filled by more than his own fingers. He was definitely tired of his own fingers in general, so when Ryan pulled his hand away, he didn't object, his lips parting in pleasure as Ryan's own fingers replaced them to stretch him open. He groaned and leaned in to kiss him suck on Ryan's lower lips and messily kiss him as he rocked his hips back against his hand a little, scratching at the base of Ryan's neck as he gradually stretched from both their efforts. "Nnnghh, please- I want you so much," He said in a rush against Ryan's lips. "Just- mmnn- h-hold your cock still for me," he breathed, settling one hand on the back of the couch.
Ryan kissed him back just as messily, his focus still on scissoring his fingers as he thrusted them in and out of Sam's ass. He moaned softly against his lips as he felt Sam's nails against his neck. Hearing Sam tell him how much he wanted him was enough for Ryan to abandon his task, to to as he said and hold his cock still with one hand, while the other steadied his hips. Ryan kissed his neck tenderly as guided Sam, lowering him onto his hard cock. Groaning loudly, he rested his head on his neck, as he felt Sam slowly stretching around him, the tight warmness sending a shiver through him as he squeezed Sam's hip.
Sam was shivering and moaning from Ryan working his fingers inside of him, but right now he knew he wanted nothing more than his cock inside of him, so he had to plead for it, and was grateful for how fast Ryan responded. He gripped the back of the couch, letting Ryan guide him until he could feel the head of his cock prodding against his his hole. Knowing Ryan was holding his cock, he started to push down onto him, his lips parting as he sucked in a sharp breath to feel him pushing in past the tight ring of muscle, but he didn't stop, just pushed down onto him, felt him fill him up inch by inch, Ryan's breath hot on his neck where he was resting his head, Sam clutching his hair as he filled himself up with Ryan's cock. He was practically whining when he couldn't push down and further, arching his hips up to pull off him a ways before he more roughly sat back on him, making all the breath leave his lungs in a rush as he picked his hips back up again and started in with a rhythm, whimpering Ryan's name near his ear.
Ryan could tell that Sam had a firm grasp on his hair, which usually would have his full attention but right now all he could focus on was the feeling of being inside him- and the feeling of being taken, slowly, deeper and deeper inside Sam. Once he was fully inside him, he moaned Sam's name softly in his ear, before picking his head up and watching as he pulled off him before slamming his hips back down-earning a groan from Ryan. As Sam set into a rhythm, it didn't take Ryan long to pick it up, rolling his hips to meet Sam's. Hearing the blonde whimpering his name only made him want him more, need him more. As their hips continued to meet, he angled his hips differently so that he was thrusting deeper into him.
Sam clenched his eyes shut when Ryan decided to be an active participant, thrusting up into him from a different angle, which had him crying out, gripping the couch and his hair. He bit down on his lip as if to stifle his noise, but only after he'd finished making it, rolling his hips more determinedly down over Ryan's, feeling him rather keenly since they'd gone without lube, but it only intensified everything, leaving him working a little harder to thrust down on him but likewise making him more eager to do so. He turned his head and let his lips graze over Ryan's chin and lips as he moved his hips a little more fluidly down over him, rocking and grinding them, moaning quietly. His hand dropped from the back of the couch to find one of Ryan's and bring it just above his ass, murmuring, "Wanna feel your hands all over me,"
Ryan set into a fluid rhythm, bracing his feet on the ground as leverage so that he could keep rolling his hips up to meet Sam's. Leaning forward, he would place a few scattered open mouthed kisses on Sam's chest as he trusted more eagerly into his tight heat. Ryan's lips parted slightly as Sam's grazed over him before smashing his mouth on the blondes, catching him in a sloppy kiss as he picked up the pace, rolling his hips faster towards Sam's. His eyes met Sam's as his hand went to his ass, cupping it for a moment before his other hand moved to join it. Squeezing his ass, he ran his nails over the soft skin lightly, not knowing if Sam liked that or not. One of his hands moved to run over Sam's toned abdomen slowly, thumb ghosting over his nipple before running back down and going to grasp his cock, giving it a few rough strokes.
Sam shivered and groaned, dropping his eyes to watch where Ryan was kissing him on his chest, making him try to keep his torso stationary as he rocked his hips over him, raking his hand through Ryan's short hair. "F-fuuck," He moaned, Ryan's cock grazing against his prostate when he thrust up, making his muscles instinctively clench around his cock before he kissed him back, running his hands all over Ryan's back and shoulders before he curled his fingers and scraped his short nails down over it as he felt Ryan's run lightly over his ass. "Oohh, God," He shivered and thrust down on him harder in reaction, digging his knees more firmly into the couch and bucking against Ryan's hand when he stroked him. "Don't stop," He gasped, opening his eyes to look at Ryan's face, moaning out, "M'close."
Ryan bit down on his lower lip roughly as he felt one of Sam's muscles clench around his cock, causing him to moan Sam's name loudly. Having finally found the spot, Ryan continued thrusting into him at that angle, his hips rolling in longer deeper strokes. A whimper slipped his lips as Sam thrust down on him hard, getting the reaction he had been hoping for- he did it again, raking his nails slightly rougher this time over Sam's ass. "Me too.." Ryan told him breathlessly before obeying the command and keeping up his deep quick thrusts into him as his hand continued to stroke his cock. His thumb teased the top of his head as he pumped his cock, squeezing a little tighter whenever he would get near his head.
Sam 's eyes clenched shut for a moment when Ryan started thrusting up, hitting the right spot every time. It was more than he could handle, making his hips stutter as they rolled, practically moaning on every breath as he gripped onto Ryan's back. "Fuck-fuck-fuck-!" He buried his face in against Ryan's neck as he desperately pumped himself up and down on Ryan's cock, enjoying the nails against his ass but then the way he was stroking him, even more so. He gasped and his body started to tense, muscles clench around Ryan as he felt the familiar coil and heat in his balls and lower body, biting down on Ryan's shoulder as he muffled a cry and started coming, shooting thick strings of cum onto Ryan's stomach.
Ryan was so close to being pushed over the edge, loving how Sam was fucking himself down on his cock. He continued thrusting into him, more needy this time as he felt himself getting closer, Sam's hot breath on his neck only turning him on more as he continued rolling his hips to meet his. A string of moans and groans were falling form his lips as he squeezed Sam's ass roughly- nails digging into his soft skin. Ryan continued pumping Sam's cock, twisting his wrist now to help him towards his orgasm. He groaned loudly as Sam's body clenched around him and he felt his teeth on his shoulder. He continued to stroke him as he came, biting his lip as he watched Sam's cum shooting out over his stomach. Lifting the blonde's hips, he pulled out and quickly pulled the condom off- tossing it on the table beside them before giving himself a couple more strokes. That was all it took and he came hard, shouting out Sam's name as his strings of cum shot out to Sam's toned abdomen.
Sam was dizzy from his own orgasm washing over him when Ryan lifted his hips off of him, feeling a little empty without his cock inside of him anymore. He lifted his head to see what he was doing, his lips parting and mouthing going dry as he watched him cum onto his stomach, making them 'match,' equally sticky with each other. Sam was flushed as he dove back in, kissing Ryan messily, stroking his jaw. "God, that was hot," He murmured breathlessly, his legs shaking a little before he sat back on Ryan's lap, running his hand through Ryan's hair before he shook some of his own out of his face, smiling lazily across at the brunette. He moved his other hand down, swiping up some of Ryan's cum off of his own chest before he licked it off his fingers, watching Ryan's face.
Ryan 's breathing was ragged as he started coming back down from his orgasm, slowly remembering how to move his limbs. He kissed Sam back messily, both of his hands moving to Sam's hips where his thumbs rubbed small circles on his soft skin mindlessly. Ryan nipped at Sam's lower lip as he pulled away before nodding, his eyes meeting the blonde's, "Really hot." He said, his breathing still uneven, ".. You're incredible." He told him, relaxing back against the soft couch behind him. Ryan smiled softly back at him before reaching up to brush his long-ish blonde hair out of his face. He watched, lips parted, as Sam's fingers dipped down to wipe some of his cum. His cock twitched weakly as he watched him lick it off his fingers. Whimpering lightly, he leaned forward to kiss him again- roughly this time, tasting himself on Sam's lips and tongue.
Sam couldn't help but smile at the compliment, enjoying it immensely as he was this moment, slowly coming down from the natural high of his orgasm. He licked the cum off his fingers, unashamedly taking his time with it to enjoy Ryan's reaction before the brunette just leaned in to kiss him roughly, Sam's mouth open and willing to kiss him back and let him taste himself, humming and stroking his hand over Ryan's shoulder before running it down over his chest. There he swiped some of his own cum off of Ryan's skin and raised his hand, breaking the kiss just to lick it off quickly before offering his tongue for Ryan to lick it off from, head in close to the brunette,feeling comfortable and sexy and sure that he was still be affected by all of Ryan's sexy, and the way he kissed.
Ryan kissed him deeply, taking his time to explore his mouth with his tongue. His hands ran slowly over Sam's thighs as he felt him swiping more of his cum off him. Ryan's eyes went to Sam's fingers as her broke the kiss, enjoying the sight of the blonde tasting him. He smirked softly as he leaned into lick the cum off Sam's tongue, sucking on it before kissing him again. He was enjoying this easy moment as they both enjoyed the slow decent from their orgasm high. The taste of his cum and Sam mixed together as they kissed. Pulling away, he leaned down to leave a trail of hot open mouthed kissed across Sam's chest before licking up some of his cum off the blonde's chest.
Sam shivered slightly when Ryan sucked on his tongue, surging back into the kiss once he finished, kissing him a little more actively and hungrily as he tasted his cum off of him. He blindly felt Ryan's chest again, stopping to tease his nipple by rubbing the pad of his finger around it before tugging it between two fingers. His hand dropped down to Ryan's waist when he broke out of the kiss, looking at him. Sucking in a breath as he watched him kiss on his chest, he leaned back a little to make it easier for Ryan, scraping his nails over his waist while his other hand smoothed through his hair, enjoying how it felt between fingers, which made him keep bringing his hands back up into it. "Shiit," He murmured, biting his lower lip as he felt Ryan's tongue on his skin. "You're-.. gonna work me up again, if you're not careful..."
Ryan whimpered as Sam's nails ran over his waist, enjoying the slight pain that he felt before it melted away, leaving behind pleasurable burn. He smirked against his chest before leaning back up to kiss his neck, "Would that be a bad thing?" He whispered in his ear, Ryan's hot breath ghosting his skin. Ryan kissed Sam's neck lightly once more before pulling away. "Do you want to move to my bed? It's a lot bigger than this couch... And then you we can either go to sleep or have a little more fun." He proposed, reaching down to squeeze Sam's cock as he said the last word.
Sam laughed quietly, eyes closing from the kisses on his neck. "No... no, I'm fairly sure there's never a situation I could say it was bad thing... unless you didn't want to do anything about it." He smirked at Ryan, quirking a brow before he nodded at the question, swallowing hard when Ryan squeezed his cock, which twitched from arousal. After that, he was settling his hands on the couch and pushing his hands against the back to help himself off. His legs felt a little stiff from the position they'd been stuck in, and the work out his thighs had just gotten, though that was less of an issue for him, considering his daily runs. He stood up and offered his hand down to hoist Ryan up from his spot. "I would very much like to get in your bed with you... I think you just set yourself up for a little more fun, though.."
Ryan chuckled, shaking his head, "Are you crazy? How could I not want to do something about it?" He asked him, his smug smile pulling at his lips. Ryan released Sam's cock from his grasp as the blonde moved to get up, admiring his perfect body as he stood before taking his hand and getting up off the couch as well. Leading the way towards his bed, he glanced over his shoulder to smirk at Sam, "Good, because that's exactly what I was hoping to do." Ryan said as they reached the bedroom. "I'll be right back." He told him before disappearing into his bathroom to grab a washcloth and get it wet with some warm water. Wringing it out, he made sure that it was damp but wouldn't drip all over the place. Walking back to Sam, he smiled before starting to wipe down his abdomen, cleaning up the remaining cum. Getting down on his knees, he ran the washcloth along Sam's cock before dropping his hand and looking up at the blonde, "I really want to suck you off.."
Sam smirked, trying not to laugh, "I dunno..? To torture me? Tease me to death? Something like that? To have all the power-..? Wait, I should stop, I don't want that to sound tempting to you." He bit own on his lower lip, following Ryan over to his bedroom, starting to get excited as his eyes landed on the bed, picturing rolling around on the bed with Ryan, hips slotting against one another. He watched Ryan walk away, then let his eyes trail over the room before looking at Ryan as he came back, starting to slowly smile as his eyes dropped to the wash cloth. Sucking in a breath, he watched Ryan get down on his knees. God, that was hot, especially when he looked up at him, hearing those words come out of that gorgeous mouth. That he was now offering him. Swallowing, he stepped closer, raking his hand through Ryan's hair. "Please..."
Ryan smirked, "Too late, we might have to try all of those things out. But that's for another time." Ryan rarely admitted it but, he was a total cock slut when it came to blow jobs. He loved the whole thing, the way that he was able to make someone hard for him by using his mouth. He kept his eyes on Sams as he biting his lip as he felt the blonde's fingers running through his hair. He took Sam's cock in his hand, licking slowly up the underside of it before his lips brushed the head. Looking up at him, Ryan took his cock slowly into his mouth, bobbing his head as he relaxed his throat and continued taking him into his mouth until he had Sam's entire length. Then, humming in the back of his throat, he pulled almost all the way off, swirling his tongue at the head before going back to bobbing his head, sucking eagerly.
Sam shook his head and swallowed, tilting his head. "Well... I guess I can't blame you... as long as it's not right now, I can deal with the idea of it happening, in the future." He licked his lips, smiling. When Ryan was on the floor, looking up at him like that, it was hard not to feel his cock stirring and getting slowly harder, gripping his hair softly as he got eager to feel his mouth around him. Sucking in a breath when he felt Ryan's tongue hot and wet on the underside of his cock, his toes curled into the carpet, shivering slightly and feeling the hairs on his arms raise, his nipples harden, as well as his cock. Hissing as Ryan took his cock into his mouth, feeling the heat all around his length and moaning from how it felt, how Ryan eased ever last inch into his mouth and throat while Sam stood above him and stared. "Fuck." He scraped his nails against Ryan's scalp and let moans quietly fall from his lips as his now fully hard cock was sucked on, disappearing into Ryan's mouth as he bobbed over him. "Y-you're just- good at- everything, aren't you?" He shuddered, resting his hand on Ryan's shoulder partially for the support.
Ryan 's hands moves to Sam's legs, where they ran slowly over his thighs before moving back to his ass to squeeze it as he continued bobbing his head and hollowed his cheeks. "Mmm." He hummed in reply, the sound muffled as his mouth vibrated. Every few moments he would pull his mouth almost all the way off as pay special attention to his head, swirling his tongue around it and flicking at the slit before going back to bobbing his head and taking Sam's cock deep in his throat. His grip on Sam's ass helped his keep up a rhythm and he ran his nails over it as he continued sucking him off.
Sam gasped at the vibrations around his cock and Ryan squeezing his ass, making him shallowly buck into Ryan's tight mouth while his cheeks were hollowed around him. He really did have to admit he had skill, the attention he gave and how he worked his tongue, all working to undo Sam, who was left uselessly tugging on Ryan's hair and rocking carefully into Ryan's mouth a few more times, not wanting to hurt him or startle him into using teeth, just wanting to thrust forward into the incredible feeling. "S-shit, Ryan," He groaned, clawing at his shoulder.
Ryan was able to take the shallow thrusts into his mouth, considering that his throat was completely relaxed, allowing enough space for Sam's cock to slip not just into his mouth but into his throat as well. He was moaning softly whenever he felt a tug at his hair, each time sending vibrations through his mouth. Finally, when he heard Sam swear and thrust into his mouth again, he slowly pulled his mouth off his cock with a 'pop' sound before looking up at Sam. "Fuck my mouth." He ordered, his breath slightly ragged. He knew that now a lot of guys knew how to take it although every guy highly enjoyed it. "I can take it.." Ryan assured him.
Sam swallowed thickly when Ryan's moans just sent shivers from his lower body straight up into his shoulders, gazing down at him and sinking his teeth into his lower lip after the obscenely sexy pop that Ryan's mouth made after pulling off of him. The order took him off guard, but it had been what he'd been thinking of and wanting already, so his eyes glazed over with lust and he brought his other hand to join the first in Ryan's hair, cupping his head. He held him there, gently but firmly, and arched his hips forward, to slip back into Ryan's mouth in all it's heat and glory before he started to pump his hips back and forth, fucking into Ryan's mouth, starting shallow before he started to thrust in deep, drinking up the sight of his cock disappearing in his mouth, getting addicted to how it felt when his tip would hit the back of Ryan's throat, groaning loudly.
Ryan groaned softly and Sam's hands went to his head, squeezing his ass as he opened his mouth. He knew how amazing it felt to do it fuck someone's mouth himself, so he was more than happy to let Sam do it to him. Keeping his eyes on Sam, Ryan relaxed his throat completely and hollowed out his cheeks as the blond started pushing his cock into Ryan's hot waiting mouth. He had to resist the urge to start bobbing his head and instead just moaned around Sam's cock, dragging his nails across his ass as his mouth was fucked.
Sam shuddered and tipped his head back a moment, his breath coming out in an uneven way, getting heavier by the second as Ryan's mouth felt like magic, working him off so easily even when Sam was the one fucking his mouth. He stroked his hair and held him still as he fucked into his mouth over and over again, his ass clenching against the soft sting of nails. "F-fuuuccck," He half groaned, half whined, opening his eyes back up to drop his gaze back down to where Ryan was looking at him, which made his stomach somehow do a flip even in this situation. "G-God, your mouth, I'm g-gonna cum," He panted, not sure if Ryan wanted him to, or he'd stop like Sam had with him, or whether he'd want him to cum in his mouth.
Ryan was painfully hard from hearing all of Sam's pleasure filled sounds falling from his mouth, and getting his own mouth fucked was turning him on more than he could bare. Ryan kept one of his hands on Sam's ass while the other one reached down to stroke his own cock, moaning at how sensitive he was as the ache pulsed through him. As their eyes met, he started stroking himself, loving how clearly he could see the lust that filled Sam's eyes. He moaned again when Sam said he was going to cum, stoking his own cock faster at the thought. Digging his nails into Sam's ass, he sucked harder around his cock to tell him to keep going. He wanted Sam to cum down his throat and Ryan wanted to swallow all of it.
Sam was groaning out and finding it hard to breathe out without some sort of noise of pleasure hitching a ride on his exhale. He was gripping Ryan's hair, feeling him suck, and seeing the motion of his arm, knowing he had to be touching himself to this and that in itself was so hot to Sam that his hips jerked a little and he bucked a little more desperately near the end, gasping and staring down at him as he practically had Ryan's lips crushed to his base at one point before he drew back and pushed in again, starting to cum now in his mouth, begging Ryan with, "S-swallow around me!" craving that extra bit of muscle stroking him as he milked himself off with the help of Ryan's mouth.
Ryan was so turned on by the sounds that were coming from Sam, and knowing that he was so close. His hand was dry against his cock, creating an almost painful friction until he thumbed over his slit and was able to use his precum as a makeshift lube. Ryan couldn't stop the moans coming from him as he his hips jerked to meet his own hand. Ryan felt Sam starting to cum, and took on the challenge of swallowing around his cock. He sucked enthusiastically as the thing strings of cum shot down his throat, managing to swallow it all as he kept pumping his own cock. Ryan whimpered around Sam's cock as he felt himself getting closer, nails digging desperately into the blonde's ass.
Sam groaned and shivered, his body feel sensitive almost immediately after his orgasm, having to draw himself out of Ryan's mouth after he'd felt he'd given all he had to come out then and felt Ryan swallow it all. It was all so hot, enough to overwhelm the senses. He knew Ryan had to cum now, and he wanted to be a part of it somehow. "We've been equal so far," He murmured, dropping down to sit on the bed as he felt like his legs were well and truly shaking from that last orgasm, now. "Do you want to cum in my mouth?" He bit his lip, imagining Ryan standing there over him, stroking himself with the tip of his cock against Sam's willing mouth and it was enough to make said mouth water.
Ryan let sam's cock fall from his mouth, immediately biting his lower lip to stifle his soft moans as he continued pumping his own cock. Ryan's eyes stayed on Sam as he sat on the bed- watching the way that his muscles rippled with the movement. His cock twitched at the blonde's question, just the thought of cumming in his mouth too hot to handle. "F-fuck.. Yes." Ryan said, slowly getting to his feet as his hand still worked on his throbbing cock. His eyes were on Sam's perfect mouth as he walked over to him, "Im so.. Close."
Sam swallowed thickly, staring at Ryan's hand moving expertly over his own cock, wanting to burn the image into his mind because it was oh-so sexy. He drew in a breath, watching him get close to him, his hands reaching for Ryan, to settle on his hips, stroking them lazily, his lips parting as Ryan moved closer to him, his mouth open and wanting eager for this, the perfect completion of the circle, started when he sucked off Ryan in the first place. "You're so hot," He whispered, trying not to move his mouth very much as he did, not wanting to miss it when Ryan did cum. His nails dug a little into Ryan's hips before he smoothed his hands out and moved them around to hold onto Ryan's ass, his blue-green eyes lifting to Ryan's face.
Ryan could feel the familiar tightening of his balls as he stood over Sam, his hand pumping more urgently over his cock. Even something as simple as feeling Sam's hands run over his hips was enough to have him biting down harder at his lip, every touch intensified. He moaned softly at Sam's complement and the feeling of his nails digging into his hips, loving the way that Sam was watching him, and the way he held his mouth open for him waiting for him to cum in his mouth. Seeing him like that was such a turn on for him, and he could feel how close he was getting. Feeling Sam's hands reach around to his ass, he look down to meet his eyes and finally lost it. His orgasm hit him hard and thick strands of his cum shot out into Sam's mouth, a little getting on his lips as Ryan groaned loudly and pumped his cock through it.
Sam 's tightened his hands on Ryan's ass, feeling his buttocks clench up some as he came, making a noise of pleasure when the first bit of his cum hit warm on his tongue in his mouth, his eyes closing through it as he felt some land outside his mouth on his lips. He pushed his tongue out a ways like a kid wanting snowflakes to land on it. He half opened his eyes again to look up at him, waiting for him to finish milking himself off before he pulled his tongue back in and closed his mouth to swallow it all down with a hum, before licking at his lips then at Ryan's tip to clean him off, smoothing his hands down from his ass to the back of his thighs. "Shit," He breathed out, before laughing and lapping at Ryan to get him clean. He sat back after, looking up at him with a smile, not caring he still had a bit of Ryan's cum on his chin. "Fucking incredible."
Ryan kept his eyes on Sam's face as he came, enjoying the sight of his open mouth taking all of his cum. He moaned as Sam stuck his tongue out and stopped pumping as the last of his cum landed in the blonde's mouth. Ryan's mouth went dry as he watched Sam swallow and lick his lips, unable to get over how hot the whole thing was- how hot he was. "God Sam.." Ryan said as he licked the remaining cum of his now spent cock. He smiled and let his cock go, chuckling lightly at his comment, "No this is horrible." He said swiping his thumb across Sam's jaw to wipe away the remaining cum, "I'm going to become a Sam-addict, if I already haven't." Ryan told him, before meeting Sam's gaze and sucking his thumb slowly. He smirked before laying down beside him.
Sam raised an eyebrow when Ryan teased him by saying it was horrible, wondering where he'd go with that. His cheeks tinged a little pink when he continued after wiping of Sam's chin, slowly starting to grin. "You'll have to excuse me, but I don't see-" He swallowed hard as Ryan sucked on his own thumb, feeling a weak twitch in his otherwise spent cock at the image reminding him of Ryan's sucking abilities. "-See anything wrong with that.." He chuckled, shifting up a little on the bed and laying down, looking across at Ryan then down over his body, sighing. "I don't mind in the slightest, actually.. it sounds good to me... especially since.." He shifted onto his side and wrapped an arm loosely around Ryan's waist. "I can easily imagine becoming a Ryan-addict right back."
Ryan chuckled lightly when he saw the pink creeping up Sam's cheeks. He thought about it, about getting to have nights like these with Sam somewhat often and he licked his lips at the thought, deciding that there wasn't really a downside to this. Propping his head up on his hand, Ryan rolled over onto his side to face Sam, smiling at him. "Well then I guess this could turn out alright." Ryan teased before leaning forward to kiss him softly, enjoying the feeling of their lips against each other. Pulling away he started to feel the effects of having two orgasms so close together and started getting sleepy.
Sam watched Ryan roll onto his side to face him, smiling over at him as he teased him, Sam nodding along eagerly before his eyes dropped to Ryan's mouth as he leaned in. He felt his stomach do a little flip and his eyes closed at he warm, soft press of Ryan's lips on his own. He hummed softly and kissed him back, squeezing Ryan's waist with his arm in a lazy way before sighing when Ryan pulled away. "Is it-.. okay if I sleep here? Next to you?" He reluctantly opened his eyes and shifted a little closer to Ryan, disliking the thought of moving right now, since his body felt sluggish and comfortable where he lay, plus Ryan's warm body felt comfortable to be close to.
Ryan was surprised at how content and comfortable he felt as he laid there with Sam. His arm draped lightly over Sam's waist, his thumb lightly tracing circles on the blonde's side. Nodding, Ryan smiled "Y-yeah." He said eagerly, chuckling at his stutter. "And not just because it's way past curfew... I like laying next to you." Ryan admitted softly, smiling a little wider as he scooted closer to him. He didn't like the idea of either of them moving now as his eyelids started getting heavy.
Sam made a soft noise at the thumb tracing his side. Once he got permission to stay, confirmation that Ryan liked laying next to him, he took it as permission to wind his body around Ryan's comfortably, settling a leg between Ryan's and resting his head close to Ryan's. "I like this too," He murmured, turning his head into the bed to yawn into it, not wanting to be rude, but he was comforted and sated and thus sleepy. "Let's-..mm..do this.. again... sometime.." He nodded, letting his eyes drift shut.
Ryan sleepily tangled his limbs with Sam's, snuggling closer. He smiled as Sam yawned and relaxed into his soft matress, "Mmm.." Ryan said in reply, agreeing as he fell asleep.
