Sam gasped.“I got rid of the barbell and put a ring in.”
“For me?”Ian asked, his breath tripping over itself.
“Yeah,” Sam whispered.“Kinda.”
Good enough.He stopped teasing and started lubing Sam up and easing him open, trying not to go too fast, leaving the ring alone for now.By the time he finally pressed his cock against Sam’s asshole, pushing in a fraction of an inch, they were both sweating.Breathing in unison, fast gulps of air.Ian planted his hands on the wall next to Sam’s, caging him in.Sam moaned softly and tilted his hips further out, so Ian took advantage of the offer, fighting Sam’s muscles to slide in farther, until he hit that magical point where they stopped trying to force his dick out and sucked him in instead.
He held still, all the way in, feeling Sam’s butt muscles tense against his pelvis, body hair meshing, until Sam began to shake.Then Ian started the long, slow process of fucking him into the wall.
He learned more about Sam then.He learned Sam’s balls were sensitive as hell, and the new guiche ring was maybe a little more tender than Ian had expected—he might have pushed it a bit at first.He learned that if he fucked Sam with long, quick strokes and then suddenly shoved himself all the way in and held there, Sam would turn into a trembling, squirming mess, begging Ian for more.
He had one arm across Sam’s chest, fingers toying with a hard nipple, and one hand between his legs, gently caressing Sam’s sac.His wrist rubbed accidentally against Sam’s dick.“Don’t move,” he barked when Sam tried to take a hand off the wall.Sam let out a moaning sob, squirming more.Ian took his hand off Sam’s chest and slapped his hip, hard.“I said don’t move,” he growled.He felt Sam’s dick jerk against his wrist, then wetness oozed onto his arm, so he took Sam’s shaft in his free hand to find out his dick was slippery and coated with pre-cum.
That was just too fucking much.“Jesus, Sam,” he groaned, and started the quick strokes again, shoving Sam into the wall and Sam’s dick into his hand.“Gonna ride your ass until you come for me, kiddo.”
Sam groaned loudly and shoved himself back into Ian’s hips, widening his stance.Ian watched his fingers curl against the wall, all the long muscles in his back tense and shaking.
“C’mon,” Ian muttered, dropping his head onto Sam’s neck.That was damn close to begging, but fuck, if Sam didn’t come soon, Ian was going to—
Hot, liquid silk spilled into his hand, and Sam’s body shuddered while he sobbed and groaned.Ian was so relieved that he thrust into Sam too hard, his hand colliding with the wall, but he was coming and just didn’t care.Sam wasn’t complaining.Ian couldn’t move anyway, shoved inside Sam as deep as possible.For the first time in memory, he wished he could feel himself shooting into someone and not just into the damned latex.He gripped Sam’s hip tighter and tried to imagine he was.
Sam sagged into his arms and his hair tangled in Ian’s whiskers.Ian thought about propping him up against the wall, but he held him instead.Waiting until they’d both caught their breath some before he helped Sam the two steps to bed in spite of his own unsteady legs.
When Ian stumbled back from cleaning up in the bathroom, Sam was crashed out on his stomach, spread-eagle across the mattress.It took Ian forever to nudge and prod Sam onto his side, listening to his sleepy, nonsensical murmurs the whole time.It was cute.
Eventually, Ian curled up behind Sam with an arm around his middle.He started to tell himself Sam would like this, being spooned, but he was too tired and sated to deal with his own B.S., so he just hugged Sam tighter and kissed one bony vertebra before drifting off.
When Ian woke up in the morning, he was still wrapped around Sam, just the way he’d been when he’d fallen asleep.The room was full of sunlight.Why did it always shine like that when Sam was here?
Something about lying in bed with all that beautiful skin pressed right up against him made Ian a little drunk.Not his normal self.Sam had the softest skin Ian had ever felt on any guy.It was white, too.Milky.Milk-fed veal.He watched the light entwine itself with the almost invisible hairs on the back of Sam’s neck.That neck needed to be kissed, didn’t it?
He had a feeling he should be alarmed that his whiskers raised a mild pink rash when he rubbed his chin into Sam’s neck and shoulders.Instead, he felt some weird emotion he would have called pride in other circumstances.A nice guy would be concerned for Sam’s skin; Ian just wanted to mark all the paleness he could reach.Apparently he wasn’t much of a nice guy.
It wasn’t exactly news to him.Anyway, he was sort of a nice guy.He did his best to kiss it all better after he rubbed the rash in.Sam woke up squirming and giggling, and it was cute as hell.Ian kissed him thoroughly and then went to make him pancakes.
Ian had a waking snuggly episode on Saturday—as opposed to his sleeping ones, which he apparently had no clue about.Even more shocking for Sam, when he got snuggly, he also got chatty.Not just the short flashes of talkative he’d shown before, but chatty—playful and teasing and flirtatious.A little like dinner last night, but with full-body contact.
At first, Sam was concerned that Ian had some previously unmentioned mental health issue, like maybe multiple personality disorder.But by the time Sam had spent an hour lying on the couch, wrapped in Ian’s arms while Ian ruffled his hair and dropped periodic kisses on some sensitive, exposed bit of skin, Sam decided that if Ian’s mental illness was his cross to bear, he’d do it gladly.He would make the sacrifice and be held until he almost overheated, and listen to that intimate voice that went soft and hoarse.The voice that more often than not was speaking directly into Sam’s ear, about anything and everything that popped into Ian’s head.He happily suffered Ian’s kisses behind his jaw and down his neck, the ones that made him shiver but didn’t seem to be designed to turn him on.
It was during the snuggly attack that Sam first allowed himself to think he just might be gettingit.The romance hero gold standard: a perfect love with his personal prince charming.After a suitable wooing period, of course.
About an hour into his episode, Ian turned his head to look into Sam’s eyes, so close Sam could barely focus on him.“What was it like, coming out to your family?”
Sam blinked.“I never came out to my family.”
Ian pulled away and peered at him more intently.“They don’t know?”
“Of course they know!Sheesh.I mean I never had totellanyone.It was sort of just ...general knowledge.”Sam thought about it while Ian laid his head back on the pillow they were sharing and nuzzled at his cheek.“Well, I guess I told my grandma.”
“What did she say?”Ian murmured.
“I got to the part where I was telling her, ‘Grandma, I like boys,’ but she interrupted me and said, ‘What kind of fool do you think I am?We had fancy boys back in my day.I know one when I see one.’”
Ian laughed so hard Sam was torn between squirming pleasure at having amused him and indignation at being the subject of his laughter.Squirming pleasure won when Ian wrapped his arm tighter around Sam and squeezed him against his chest, saying into his ear, “You’re so cute.”
Sam was a fool for cute.
Ian suddenly pulled back again and gripped Sam’s chin in his fingers.“Let’s get out of here and go do something.”
