“I’m sorry. Of course you’re sure. It’s fine. Don’t worry.”
He didn’t know why he had been pushing it. It didn’t matter. Delusion or multiple personalities, it didn’t make any difference. Sam wasn’t a doctor, it wasn’t like he could do anything about either. And he wasn’t a priest, so even if Tally was possessing Benji, there was still nothing he could do.
Dimly he wondered why he was calmly considering possession as an option, but he surrendered to it. Maybe Tally’s insistence was rubbing off on him.
Whatever was really going on, the realization that it was Tally he was falling for struck Sam. It was a terrifying thought, because if it was a delusion, Benji could get better. If it was a possession, Benji could push Tally out. Either way, there was a very real risk of losing Tally. It was awful.
He held Tally tighter and tried to portray only calm thoughts. He was supposed to be comforting Tally, not agitating him.
Tally was stiff in his arms for a moment before relaxing with a contented sigh. They sat like that for a while. Listening to the noises drifting up from the bar. Sam looked around and noticed the apartment was spotless, all trace of the flowers gone. He felt a stab of guilt, he really had reacted like a jerk.
“I didn’t know you were such a badass,” said Tally wryly and Sam had to pull his mind back to his fight with the pimp.
Sam chuckled. “Thanks.”
He hadn’t lost his temper like that in a long time, but seeing that creep trying to take Tally away had thrown him into a white hot rage. He had no regrets. None at all.
He pulled Tally even closer, as if he needed to reassure himself that the young man was here, in his arms and safe. He never wanted to let him go.
A long time later, they made it to the bed. Just as Sam was drifting off to sleep, he realized something. Tally hadn’t asked if he was ready to have sex yet, like he usually did every night. It was understandable after the traumatic evening he had experienced, but Sam was hit with an icy panic. What if Tally never asked again? What if he had given up? What if Sam had missed his chance? It was an awful, terrible notion.
Without conscious thought, he grabbed a handful of Tally’s pink hair, gently pulled his head up, leaned in, and attacked his mouth in a hungry, desperate kiss.
Tally squeaked in surprise before returning the kiss desperately. He tasted so good. Like home and cinnamon and everything Sam needed. The way Tally melted in his arms was divine and oh so enticing.
Breathlessly, Sam broke away to gaze into Tally’s bemused eyes.
“I’m not ready yet, but please don’t ever stop asking,” Sam babbled.
He watched, mesmerized, as a huge grin spread across Tally’s face. “Don’t worry, Sam. I won’t.”
Sheer relief coursed through Sam, leaving him feeling a little giddy. He clung onto his sudden hope. One day Tally would get better, still be Tally and still want him, or at least get to a stage where Sam could trust he wasn’t taking advantage. Or alternatively Sam would be able to believe the whole hell thing. It had to happen, it was only a matter of time. He wasn’t quite sure when his feelings had grown, but he knew he now wanted that more than he had ever wanted anything.
Tally was still grinning at him. “After two hundred centuries, a few more weeks, months or years aren’t going to make that much difference.”
His grin slowly faded. “Though please don’t take years, Sam. My balls will bust!”
Sam laughed. “You can still sort yourself out, whilst you’re waiting.”
A very naughty look filled Tally’s eyes and Sam was transfixed by it. His mouth suddenly dry and his heart hammering. A strange intense tension filled the air. All further words stripped from his mind.
“Do you want to watch?” said Tally softly.
Sam swallowed, completely unable to look away. If he didn’t touch Tally, he wasn’t taking advantage, was he? Reasoned part of him. Watching was harmless. His cock started to swell, it certainly didn’t have any objections to this idea.
Tally gave a filthy, delighted grin and Sam realized he had nodded. His body deciding for him, before his mind could rustle up a moral objection.
He watched as if hypnotized as Tally peeled back the duvet and wriggled out of his boxers. It wasn’t too late to stop this, whispered some part of Sam’s conscience. Sam ignored it. He wasn’t a saint.
Tally was already hard. His cock was beautiful, like the rest of him. Perfectly sized, good length and girth. Sam wanted to taste it, to feel the warm weight of it filling his mouth, sliding past his lips. The texture of it on his tongue. He swallowed, his mouth going from too dry to nearly drooling in no time at all.
Tally wrapped his hand around his cock, his gaze fixed on Sam. He started gently stroking it. Sam watched the pleasure and lust start to sparkle in his eyes. It was intense.
Sam could not tear his gaze away. He wanted to drink in every sight, every sound, and cherish the memory forever.
Tally stroked faster and his soft pink lips parted as he let out a soft moan. He stroked more and his hips started to buck. He gave a sultry cry and tilted his head back. His blue eyes growing hazy with desire, but he didn’t look away.
Sam licked his lips. He wanted to touch so very much, but he made himself stay stock still.
