#sam faulkner

It’d been almost a shame, when Sam had first shacked up with Rebecca. Sean likes her, sure he does, has always liked her, but-- Mmm, there was the slightest bit of jealousy, her snapping the guy up when Sean would take perfect care of him...

So, yeah. Sean had suggested getting a matching piercing, just like Sean’s, for Sam, and golly, he’d just gone right with it. And doesn’t he look a picture, with that shiny gold ring through the lobe of his ear, just like Sean’s?

“Don’t fiddle with your ear, honey,” Sean murmurs, and Sam glances up, his eyes owlish, and his hand comes away from his ear immediately, settling in his lap. He’s... Mm. Yeah. Good. Sam looks a little nervous when Sean moves over, the rollerskates sliding easily over the laminate flooring of the dining room, and Sean offers him his hands, pulling Sam up to his feet. “You rollerskated before?”

“Yes,” Sam says. “But-- But as a child, not as an adult.”

“Well, should be easier now,” Sean purrs. “Your legs must be at least an inch longer.” Sam splutters, losing his balance slightly, and Sean loves the way he grips at Sean’s jacket, keeping himself upright, pulling himself closer--

Sam’s mouth is against Sean’s chin, his breath hot, and Sean grins a little, reaching up and stroking Sam’s cheek. Immediately, Sam exhales breathlessly, and he looks at Sean with his eyes a little wide, his mouth open.

“Beautiful,” Sean murmurs quietly. “Rebecca shoulda treated you better.” Sam stares at him, his lips opening and closing, and he looks so flustered, such a bright pink in his cheeks... Sean should take a step back. He’s pushing the limits of “your friendly neighbourhood bi”, and even if Sam isn’t actually saying he wants Sean to back off, he’s probably just being polite, leaning too much into that British--

“You, I like... You treat me-- I like. But she-- But I...” Sam stumbles over every word, and Sean chuckles indulgently.

“It’s okay, Sam, let’s--”

“You’re beautiful too!” Sam blurts out, breathing a little bit heavily. “Not that-- I mean, can you call a man... Beautiful? I mean, handsome, you’re very handsome, not that I-- You know, of course you know, that you’re handsome, and I don’t necessarily mean to tell you thinks you already know, but you’re.... You know, it’s been very stressful, what with Rebecca’s-- Not that I fault her for being anxious, but I’m anxious too, and you make me feel less... Anxious.”

“Really?” Sean asks mildly. “That doesn’t come across.” Sam’s face falls - it’s the cutest.

“Oh, no,” Sam says. “Really?”

“Let’s go skating,” Sean says mildly, but Sam snatches for him, gripping him by the hips, and Sean slowly raises his eyebrows.

“No,” Sam says. “No, I don’t want to, let’s-- Let’s stay here, inside. I want to... Um, I don’t know, exactly, how to say that I’m-- Merely that I’m open, if you should desire to...” Sean leans forward slightly, trying to make sense of what Sam is blurting out. “Kiss me.”

“Kiss you,” Sean repeats softly. “Mmm. Interesting proposal.” God. God.

“But I--” Enough talking - Sean would have happily done this years ago. Sean grabs Sam by the hair, catching his mouth hard under Sean’s own, and Sam whimpers against his mouth, whimpers! Whimpers! He can feel the vibration of it against his tongue, and he he needs to get these skates off him, needs to spread him out...

Sam is all but whining into Sean’s tongue, coming  to pieces, and--

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

“Okay,” Sean murmurs. “Okay, okay, that-- Skates off.”

“Yes,” Sam spits out, nearly falling in his haste to sit down. “Yes, yes, yes...”