#squishynosedsam

oh my lord where are you in the world? that is late late late.

Day 1:  Brady’s eyes were drawn to Sam the second he stepped foot on campus on move-in day.  The unbelievably tall freshman stood out, as soon as he stepped off the bus with a duffel bag and a backpack.  But what drew Brady’s eyes was watching Sam as he helped people carry in their stuff for the rest of the day, chatting amicably with everyone he met.

Day 2: When Sam turns up in the lecture Brady is TA-ing he takes it as a sign, and he sits next to Sam in the front row of the lecture hall.  He’s even prettier up close, and Brady nearly stumbles over his introduction when Sam looks up at him from beneath his bangs.

Day 3: Brady runs into Sam studying in the campus coffeehouse, and asks if he can join him.  Sam’s smile is the most beautiful thing Brady’s ever seen, and their conversation flows so easily they end up spending 2 hours just chatting.

Day 4: They spend the 2nd session of the lecture passing notes.  Sam leaves his number at the bottom of the page before he slips it to Brady as they part at the end of class.

Day 5: Brady doesn't run into Sam all day but he decides to call him when he gets out of his evening lecture and see if maybe he could talk him into a date that weekend.  They end up talking on the phone until 2 am and Sam has to be up at 7.  But he doesn't regret it.

Day 6: Sam can barely keep his eyes open by the time he gets to his lecture with Brady.  Brady nudges him the first couple times Sam nods off, before grabbing Sam's hand and squeezing gently.  That keeps Sam awake, although he most certainly isn't focused on the lecture anymore.

Brady was in big trouble.  He just didn’t know why.  But the way Sam had stormed away from the mixer, back toward the elevator bay definitely told him something was wrong.  Sam didn’t so much as glance behind him to see if Brady was following as he stabbed the “up” indicator, and headed into the 1st elevator that opened.  Brady slipped in just as the doors were beginning to close.

Sam whirled around.  

"What the hell are you doing in here, Brady?  I don’t remember inviting you up to my room tonight."  Brady was glad he’d known Sam as long as he had because otherwise he’d be running scared right now.  Sam angry was a force to be reckoned with.  But before he could answer the elevator gave a frightening lurch and stopped.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Sam muttered, pressing the emergency button.  "The last thing I want is to be stuck in an elevator with you right now."

"Sam, did I do something to upset you?  No wait-" he held up a hand to stop Sam from interrupting him, "stupid question.  Better question: What did I do to upset you?”

Sam’s bitch face to beat all bitch faces stared back at him.

“Flirting, Brady.  You were flirting.  Again.  With the guy from the swim team.”  

Brady looked vaguely abashed.  

"Sam, I’m sorry.  Look at me, I’m sorry," Brady said, sincerely.  "I don’t even realize I’m doing it, but you know I’d never do anything without your permission.  You do know that, right?"

Sam’s steely glare was beginning to thaw and Brady risked reaching out to stroke Sam’s arm.

"You know I love you, Sam."  Sam sighed and nodded.

"I’m sorry, I don’t know why I get so jealous," Sam said, hanging his head, and Brady smiled at his puppy dog eyes.

"Y’know while we’re stuck in this elevator I could think of a few other things we can do than fight," Brady said with a smirk, and he gently crowded Sam up against the back wall, kissing him deeply.  Sam returned it, pulling Brady close.

"Well, I can think of a few ways you can show me you're really sorry," Sam teased lightly when Brady surrendered his mouth to nibble under his ear.  

"Oh is that right?"  Brady said, pressing his thigh between Sam's legs.  Sam just groaned in response and pulled him into another kiss.