He fell forward onto Ian’s legs, drained.Ian eased his fingers out of Sam’s ass after a minute.Or an hour; Sam couldn’t be sure.
“That’s good,” he mumbled.
Ian laughed.
Sam made a face into Ian’s knee and rolled over onto his back.He felt so relaxed he could have passed out right there.He found a blanket to wipe himself off and cover up with, making a lazy mental note to throw it in the washer before he left Nik and Jurgen’s.
“You going to come up here?”
Sam shrugged in answer and groped around for a pillow.When he found one, he stuffed it under his head and rolled onto his side, Ian’s knee brushing his spine.
“Guess not,” Ian muttered.The bed squeaked and bounced while Ian turned himself around and cleaned himself with something; Sam’s sock, for all he knew.Then Ian sighed contentedly and settled in behind him, body heat just touching his.
“Warm,” Sam mumbled into the sheet.
“Huh?”Ian asked, but Sam ignored him.Too much effort to answer.
Ian didn’t seem to care.He patted Sam’s hip.“You’re better than I would have guessed.”
Bastard.But really, what did you expect?
Pretty much what he got: a superlative orgasm.“You, too,” he said.The sudden, stunned silence from Ian’s side of the bed made him smile.“You never got around to fucking me,” he added right before he fell asleep.
In his previous sex life, Ian would have left after that first time, especially when the kid just passed out on him like that.But this was his new sex life, where he should probably hang out after, so instead he fell asleep too.He woke up when it was barely light out, and the first thing he saw was Sam’s pale, tight ass peeking out from under the sheet in front of him.
He liked that ass—fully intended to fuck that ass, putting his hands all over it and waking Sam up by caressing it.But for some reason, when things got to the point where he should have been easing himself inside Sam, he lubed up and pushed his dick between Sam’s thighs instead, bumping into Sam’s balls with each thrust between his legs.
The noises Sam made were real, not porn-star fake.He whimpered and caught his breath over and over because he couldn’t help it, not because they were hooking up and he had a part to play.And where did that come from?Because Ian’d never thought that about the guys he’d been with before, but right now he was certain Sam was the only genuinely grateful fuck he’d ever had.
Even though they weren’t actually fucking.
It didn’t matter because it was hot, and before Ian knew it the noises Sam made had become groans from his gut, rattling around in his throat, and Ian realized he wanted to kiss Sam.Just lay his lips right where Sam’s neck met his shoulder, on that stringy trapezius.
Or force Sam’s head back and take his mouth.
He wasn’t about to do that.He kissed guys, sure, but not guys who might read more into it than just sex, and even if this was more thansimplysex, it wasn’t the beginning of a relationship.That would be cruel, to let Sam think there might be more to this.Ian couldn’t kiss him.It didn’t matter that Sam sounded hoarse from moaning so much so deeply, or that Ian could feel those moans strumming in his dick.Ian couldn’t kiss him again.
But if Sam didn’t stop it, he wouldn’t be able tonotkiss him.Trying to muffle the noise, he covered Sam’s mouth with his hand.He was rewarded with a startled cry that leaked out around his fingers and stuck in his ears, making the urge to kiss Sam that much stronger.
And fuck, he couldtasteSam.Breathe in his heat and sweat and the scent of his hair and Jesus Christ hecouldn’tdo this.
So he bit the kid instead.
Sam came in his hand, pushing his ass back and stroking Ian with downy, smooth skin over wiry muscles.
To his shock, Ian came too—just popped.Really, really fucking hard, pushing Sam over onto his stomach and grinding into him, fingers digging into his pelvis.
For a while, Ian couldn’t move.Maybe thirty seconds of panting against Sam’s neck, teeth still on his skin.It was when he started grazing them along the muscle that ran behind Sam’s ear to his clavicle that Ian forced himself off the kid.He shoved himself away, so they weren’t touching anywhere, and listened to Sam’s breathing slowly change from post-coital panting to sleep.
Then Ian lay there, thinking so fast it was like thinking nothing, but less relaxing.He’d come hard enough that he should be out cold for hours, but between that crazy-strong orgasm and Sam just passing out after?Ian couldn’t sleep.
Maybe he’d eaten something funny.
Sam was clearly having no issues sleeping.He hadn’t eaten the same things, probably.Ian rolled onto his side.He meant to roll away from Sam, but his body somehow got the wrong message and he rolled to face Sam instead.The kid was stomach-down, hugging the sheets like a lover, head turned away from Ian.
Aw, fuck.Ian forced himself onto his back again, and watched the room grow lighter as the sun came up.East-facing window.He’d never fall asleep here with an east-facing window.
Hell, he might as well get up and leave.His work here was done, he knew the kid well enough, right?It’d be at least an hour until he could get it up again.He was thirty-three; he just couldn’t fuck forever the way he’d used to.
