“He is also an addict!” hissed Sam.
Deirdre’s face fell, guilt and alarm clear on her features. Sam felt like an asshole.
Tally pulled away a little, but wobbled, and Sam had to steady him.
“What? No, I’m not. Not anymore, anyway. And not to cocktails,” he said, turning around to gesture wildly at his drink, abandoned at the bar. His movement caused him to stagger, and Sam grabbed his shoulders to stop him falling over.
“One leads to another,” said Sam sternly and started steering Tally towards the stairs.
“It does?” questioned Tally, sounding deeply surprised. Sam didn’t reply, concentrating instead on ushering Tally out of the bar area.
“Where are we going?” asked Tally.
“Upstairs,” answered Sam.
Tally giggled, “Yes, daddy! That sounds good.”
Sam groaned, “Don’t call me that.” He had never been into that before, but something about that word on Tally’s lips was filling Sam with all sorts of confusion.
“Why, don’t you like it?” asked Tally innocently.
“No.”
Tally sighed. “You are a hard man to please.”
Sam huffed, he really wasn’t, but he could understand why Tally was exasperated with him. All the young man wanted was Sam, but Sam kept saying no.
They reached the bottom of the stairs. Sam looked up at them and then at Tally, who was swaying slightly as he stood. Sam sighed and scooped the young man up in his arms, carrying him was going to be far quicker and easier than trying to maneuver him up the stairs. Tally laughed delightedly and snuggled in.
Sam carried Tally to the bedroom, where he put him on his feet. Tally wobbled but managed to catch his balance.
“Are you going to have sex with me now?” asked Tally.
“No, get into bed.”
Tally looked up at him, his brow furrowed in confusion, “That doesn’t make any sense.”
“Get into bed so you can go to sleep,” clarified Sam.
Tally shook his head sadly, “There are so many better things to do in bed instead of sleeping.”
Sam sighed and tried pushing Tally towards the bed, but the young man suddenly dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around Sam’s legs. Sam stared down at Tally’s blue eyes looking up at him beseechingly.
“Please Sam, I will suck your cock like no one has ever sucked it before, and then I will let you do whatever you like to me.”
Sam’s cock liked those words, liked them a lot. Nearly as much as it liked the beautiful young man kneeling before him, with his mouth teasingly close to it. This was too much. How was he supposed to resist this? Sam wasn’t a saint.
He tried to prise Tally’s arms off of his legs but only ended up losing his balance. With an undignified failing of arms, he fell. They both ended up on the floor with Sam lying on top of Tally.
“Does this mean you have changed your mind?” asked Tally hopefully, his blue eyes sparkling and such a look of yearning on his beautiful face that it stole Sam’s breath away.
Every inch of Sam’s body was pressed into Tally’s. Sam had managed to get his hands on either side of Tally’s head and was holding up some of his own weight, to not squish the young man completely. But their lips were frightfully close and the desire to close those scant inches and kiss Tally was strong. A stronger urge than Sam had ever experienced in his entire life.
Something about the feel of Tally underneath him was achingly familiar, comforting. It filled him with an intense longing, a yearning for something he had been grieving for, so very much, without knowing it. Something he suddenly needed more than oxygen. He blinked, completely thrown by the intense, confusing emotions coursing through him. It felt like the purpose of his entire life so far, was merely to lead up to this very moment. Time paused, and the universe held her breath.
“I can feel your hard cock,” whispered Tally, and he gave a little wriggle to prove his point.
Sam groaned, “I’m not sleeping with you.” It felt like a prayer, not an assertion. A resolve he needed to cling to with every fiber of his being. Despite his strange overwhelming reaction, Tally was still vulnerable and very drunk. And Sam had to believe in himself as a good person.
