“Sam, I gotta ...”he croaked.The kid let him go, slowly.
Ian didn’t get up.It was the weirdest thing.He simply lay there and soaked in Sam’s body heat.
It was soothing.
After a while, Sam’s fingers traced his scars again, hesitantly at first.They didn’t talk, and Ian ignored his coffee, but the room stopped closing in on him.
He wouldn’t think about why it was all right to tell that story to Sam.
Sam dropped a kiss on his shoulder.Ian sighed, closed his eyes, and felt Sam’s light touch on his back, making him shiver.Or possibly making his skin crawl, he wasn’t sure.Not an unpleasant sort of crawling—some stimulating mix of exhilaration and apprehension.
Sam slid his arm back around Ian and pulled himself closer.It was almost like cuddling, but what the hell.If it made Sam happy to almost-cuddle him like that, fine.Hehadseemed pretty freaked out by Ian’s story.The kid probably needed some reassurance.He could deal with it if it made Sam feel better.
He could feel how much Sam liked the cuddling in the ridge of his hardening erection.Sam wriggled his hips until he was teasing Ian’s crack with it, and Sam was breathing light and fast.
“You wanna fuck me, Sam?”
Sam froze.“You’d let me?”he squeaked.
Would he?“Yeah, sure, why not?I already kissed you.”
Sam giggled, and it was too cute not to smile about.
“I don’t want to right now,” Sam said eventually, still rubbing up against Ian.Was that Ian’s cue to roll over and start something?He didn’t.He felt warm and lazy now—post-adrenaline lassitude.Now that they weren’t talking about the accident and the kid’s shivery-crawly fingers had stopped.
His touch had felt kind of like a massage: a little uncomfortable while it lasted, but afterward a guy could relax more.Ian pushed back lazily into Sam’s hips, and Sam gusted breath against the nape of his neck.
“Ian,” Sam whispered, tracing circles on Ian’s chest, between his pecs, playing with the hair.He waited to see what else Sam would do.
Sam circled his nipple with those shivery-crawly fingertips, and this time Ian was less conflicted about whether it felt good or not.He pushed his hips back into Sam again, reflexively this time.
Sam hesitated.“You want me to stop?”
“No.”
Sam worked his hand down Ian’s body in small circles, sliding under the blankets at his waist, making Ian start when cool air slipped in with him.But then his fingers were tracing Ian’s belly button, and there was enough heat to go around.
It took next to forever for Sam to follow the trail of hair down to his dick.Ian had expected it, but he still gasped when Sam’s fingers circled the base of his prick.Sam’s touch changed from light to firm as he stroked Ian.
For a kid who’d never seen a foreskin before, Sam was a fast learner.He laid his talented fingertips on the skin covering Ian’s head and worked it, sliding over and back, occasionally squeezing, wiggling his dick between Ian’s cheeks, panting against the back of Ian’s neck like he was the one getting a handjob.
It was uncomfortably exciting.Ian wasn’t used to being the passive one, but Sam’s hand was too tight and moved too perfectly to stop, so Ian managed to ignore his discomfort.
More like he rode the naughtiness of not being in control like a rollercoaster.He reached back and gripped Sam’s hip tight, pulling him into his ass, telling Sam with his body not to stop.It was a hell of a ride, and coming in Sam’s hand felt like going through three upside-down death spirals in a row, especially with Sam’s cum dripping off his lower back and Sam’s mouth all over Ian’s neck.
Ian rolled onto his back, letting the sheets soak up the wet stuff, and gave up the pretense Sam was the only cuddler here by pulling the kid onto his chest.He rested, feeling Sam’s breath on his skin slow from panting to sleep.
Crazy how the kid fell asleep seconds after coming.How did he jerk off in the shower?
Whatever.Ian let Sam’s weight sink into him, drifting off himself within minutes.
When Sam woke up in Ian’s bed the second time, the air tasted different.That makes no sense.Regardless, Sam lay still, savoring the change.Something had happened between him and Ian that wasn’t purely sexual.Very carefully—because it seemed fragile and translucent—he put whatever it was aside in his mind, resolving not to think about it right now.
Ian wasn’t in bed with him.Occasional noises filtered into the bedroom from somewhere close by.Maybe the bathroom Sam had found on his explorations earlier, while Ian had slept.He rolled over to see the bathroom door shut, but the bedroom door was open, and he could see the arm of Ian’s couch and a slice of the mission-style coffee table.
Sam had padded carefully around after the first time he woke up, looking at Ian’s house.Not in the medicine cabinet or anything, just ...around.He’d found colorful rugs on hardwood floors and nice furniture.Two leather chairs in the living room flanked a muted sage, velvet-upholstered couch.
Ian was very neat.The dishes were done and the counters were clear.Someone had cleaned the floors recently, and there was no coating of dust on the end tables.Sam felt very out of place.Even the sheets on the guest bed (guest bed!) were high thread count and crisply white, covered by a damask comforter.
