Sam: not yet.
His heartbeat was a bit off-kilter.
Yeah, so maybe he was a little agitated.
Obviously, he feltsomethingfor Sam—even if he hadn’t figured out exactly what that feeling was.And so what if it made his lungs constrict every time he thought about—someday—telling Sam what he felt?That’d go away eventually, right?Sam deserved to know the truth.Ian had been such a bastard in the beginning, and Sam deserved to know things were changing inside him now.
Emotional-type things.
He should start out slowly though, for both their sakes, so tonight would be only about his physical craving for Sam.Just looking at him made Ian ache, a full-body, internal, gotta-be-with-him-now throb.Yeah, he liked what was inside the Sam package, but somewhere along the way, even Sam’s awkward skinniness had become attractive.Hot.
Ian got that Sam was scared.He may not get what exactly Sam was scared of, but if Marley was anything to judge by, Sam had never been with someone he could really trust.Ian would be damned if he was going to be another guy like that.
He heard a noise and jerked his head up, staring at the door of Fatty’s as it opened and a woman about Ian’s age walked out, followed by Sam.The waitress from the other night, he thought.She saw his truck first, and looked at it—and him through the windshield—carefully, as if she could determine his moral and financial worth by visual inspection.
Sam grabbed her arm when she started over to the pickup, and she turned and had what looked like a debate with him.Finally, though, Sam let her go and she stayed put while he walked over to Ian, hitching his pack onto one shoulder and grasping the strap tightly with both hands.
Ian stopped paying attention to the woman.His heart echoed every step Sam took toward him.For the first time, he wasn’t chasing Sam; Sam was choosing to be with him.
Everything stilled for a split second while something important happened under his ribs.Whatever it was felt amazing.Made him feel alive.
Sam didn’t look at him as got in the cab, nor once he’d settled his pack on the floor between his feet.Ian wanted to reach for him, pull him across the console and—
“I don’t want to talk about Marley,” Sam said quietly.
Thank fuck, because neither did he.“Okay.”
Sam nodded slowly, pulling his seatbelt on.“So tonight, um ...”
“Tonight’s about how much I want you.”
Sam looked at him then, eyes wide and lips parted.“That sounds ...carnal.”
Ian leaned toward him and took Sam’s chin in his hand, tracing Sam’s lips with the tip of his finger.“It will be.”He pulled Sam forward with the hand on his chin, until he could brush Sam’s lips with his while he spoke.“I don’t just like to see your lips wrapped around my cock or feel you suck my balls.I like to kiss you.Feel your lips against mine.”He slipped the tip of one finger into the heat of Sam’s mouth, and Sam immediately licked at it, twining his tongue around it.“I like to feel your mouth respond to me.I like to know it’s going straight to your dick when I stroke inside it just right.”He pulled his finger out, leaving a slick trail on Sam’s skin.
“It does,” Sam breathed.
Ian took Sam’s upper lip between his teeth and tugged, then licked to soothe any sting.“Good.”He brought his other hand up and held Sam’s head, fingers tunneling into his hair.“I want you, Sam.”Then Ian kissed him, trying to make it like the first time, losing control in his mouth.
Judging by the dazed look on Sam’s face when Ian pulled away, he’d managed it.Ian let go of him, feeling light-headed himself, heart pounding in his eardrums.He adjusted his dick and started the truck.
Sam was nervous when they got to Ian’s place.It was obvious in the way he stood by the door, playing with the strap of his backpack.Ian kissed him quickly.“Put your pack down, and I’ll get you a glass of wine.”
Sam jerked his head up.“You have wine?”
Ian ducked his head and smiled.“Yeah.Let me get you some.Take off your shoes and your coat.”
When he came back from the kitchen, Sam had lost his shoes and jacket.Ian gave him a glass of wine and had Sam sit on the floor between his legs while he sat on the couch.He took a sip of the beer he’d gotten for himself, pulled Sam gently back until he was leaning against the couch, and then he started rubbing his shoulders.
Sam froze for a second, then settled into Ian’s hands.It took half a glass of wine and a thorough massage of Sam’s shoulders, neck, and head before Ian felt that Sam was relaxed enough.He stroked up Sam’s neck, running fingers through his hair until Sam tipped his head forward, sighing.Then Ian suggested they go into the bedroom.
He’d left one dim light turned on next to the bed.“Lie down,” he said softly, and Sam did, on his side, looking at him with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.Ian lay down next to him and started slowly kissing him, seducing him, making him desperate to lose each article of clothing before helping him out of it.He didn’t waste words on explaining to Sam why he found him attractive.Instead, he tried to show how much he liked Sam’s reactions.The way his flat, pinkish-brown nipples hardened for Ian’s fingers, or the way his skin shivered under Ian’s touch.Sam’s abs tensed when Ian nibbled his way down his concave belly, and it made Ian want to rub against him like he was marking him with his scent.
Ian had hoped Sam would lose the power of speech by the time they were both naked and he was pulling Sam over him, but Sam wasn’t that far gone.
“You want me to be on top?”Sam asked.
“Yeah, I do.Hop on, kiddo.”Jesus, even that pouty lip was sexy, but Ian wouldn’t let himself sink his teeth into it until Sam did what he asked.
