Sam slowly started shoveling oddly shaped bits of carrot into a bowl.“Um, he never really asked me.There wasn’t any asking at all.I just realized one day he was living there.”
“Yeah?So when did that happen?”
“Um, the second time we hooked up, maybe?”Sam suddenly dropped his handful of vegetables on the cutting board and turned to Ian, wiping his hands on his jeans.Over and over.“Why do you want to know?”He sounded nervous.It was cute.
It helped settle some of Ian’s own nerves, as a bonus.He carefully set his beer bottle on the counter and stepped up to Sam, smoothing back his shaggy hair.“I was wondering if we’d been seeing each other long enough for me to ask you.I mean, to move in here with me.”
Sam opened his mouth, but it just hung there.Ian gave him a few seconds, but nothing came out.
Hell.
He fisted Sam’s hair, trying to be gentle and not demanding.“If you count the first time we hooked up at Nik and Jurgen’s, we’ve been seeing each other about three months.Almost two and a half if you count from that time on that little linoleum square at your place.That seems like long enough to me,” Ian finished uncertainly.Why wasn’t Sam saying anything?
“You’ve been keeping track?”Sam whispered.
“Of course I have.”Fuck, hadn’t Sam been?Ian had just assumed he was.
“What’s today?”Sam asked quickly.
Fuck.No pain no gain.“Eight weeks ago today I waited by your door for you to come home from work, and then I ...”
“You said you wanted to see me,” Sam finished for him, his hands slipping around Ian’s waist.
Thank fuck, Sam knew what today was.“Yeah.”
“I love you,” Sam said, yanking Ian close and kissing him.Ian tried to let him have control, because this was Sam’s kiss, but he already had that hand in Sam’s hair, and he had the hardest time not losing it when he felt Sam’s lips against his.
“Is that a yes?”Ian asked when Sam let him go.
“If I move in with you, can I stop learning how to cook?”
“You don’t know how happy that would make me.”
“Then yes, I’ll move in with you.Um, most of the stuff I own is already here.”
“Good.That was easy.”Ian grabbed the backs of Sam’s thighs and lifted until Sam got the message and wrapped his legs around Ian’s hips.“So you’re all moved in?”
Sam grinned at him, wrapping his arms around his neck.“Almost.”
Ian turned and set him on a clear spot on the counter.“And you already have a key.”
Sam nodded, and Ian kissed him.“Are we—” Ian interrupted him with another kiss, then started nuzzling his whiskers up and down Sam’s neck so he could ask whatever he’d been going to.
Sam seemed to have lost his focus, though.Ian loved making him mindless like that.He bit Sam’s ear.“Are we what?”
Sam startled.“Oh.Uh, are we going to make love in the kitchen?”He tilted his head, exposing more of his neck.
“Kiddo,” Ian said against it, “we’re going to make love in every room in the house.”
Sam sucked in a breath.“Tonight?”he squeaked.
Ian thought about it while sucking on the base of Sam’s throat.“Probably only two tonight.We’ll do the rest later.”
Sam cupped the back of his head.“Oh, yeah,” he sighed.“We have time.”
Ian pulled back, holding Sam’s face in between his hands.Sam’s pupils were huge, and he was breathing faster.Ian gave him a fast kiss before telling him, “Plenty of time.We have the rest of our lives.”
Sam’s eyes widened.“We do?”
