The way Thomas’s shoulders are up, makes them look broader, more masculine. More like— “You look like him.”
Thomas tenses, then relaxes again. “That is the point,” he grumbles into the mattress.
His hole is still wet from working himself open with his fingers. Two of his dainty little fingers.
Sam rubs his thumb over it, and it gapes—begging for him. “So I guess I’m not supposed to talk, right?”
“Right.” Thomas’s voice is muffled by the mattress, but Sam still hears him loud and clear.
“Do you want it like, hard? Or romantic? Or like, what?”
Thomas pushes himself up onto his arms and jerks his head around. “I do not care. Just do what you would do to Lucas.”
How’s he supposed to know what that’s like? “But I’ve never fucked Lucas before.”
“Just use yourimagination!I am now Lucas. Please, open me up before you fuck me.”
He throws himself back down with a huff, and Sam’s not exactly sure if he could seriously pretend Thomas is Lucas.
He doesn’t dare speak again, but a quick glance around and Sam realizes the condoms are still in the pocket of his discarded jeans. He carefully leaves the bed, but the illusion of stealth is destroyed by the clank of his belt.
Oh well, Rafael probably wears a belt too.
Once he has the packets, he softly sets his pants back down. When he turns back around, he’s surprised to see Thomas sitting upright in the bed, watching him. He clutches the cylindrical pillow close to himself, hugging it.
Sam must’ve ruined the mood. “Fuck, I’m sorry.” He holds up the condoms, so Thomas can see them. “Rafael probably wouldn’t have left the condoms in his pants.”
“I thought you were leaving.” Thomas huffs a laugh and wipes his eye with his palm. “Fuck, I really thought you left me with my ass up and everything. A funny story to tell your friends—how desperate is Thomas Dubois?”
Well, as long as he’s ass up and wanting, Sam’s pretty sure there’s no better place to be. “Not if you’re still cool with me staying?”
“Yes, of course.” Thomas sighs, relaxing onto the pillow. “It’s been so long since I have had the sex, I got impatient.” He looks down, eyeing the condom packets. “Three?”
“Yeah, I—” Sam also looks down at them, like he didn’t notice he had three. Like he didn’t stress out for several long minutes about how many to bring. “I wasn’t sure if I was spending the night or not? So one for now, one for morning, one for… Just in case we wake up or something? I dunno.”
He’s learned from experience it’s much better to have too many than not enough.
Thomas still looks confused. “You want to sleep here?”
“Um, it’s more like sometimes I fall asleep after I come.” Deep asleep. Pass out, basically.
“Well, you can sleep in the cum puddles, then.” Thomas smiles and turns, assuming the position again. There’s no way he’s real. Men’s backs shouldn’t be able to arch like that. “Alright, give it to me,Rafael.”
Sam didn’t forget, but the name stings a little.
But that’s what they’re there for—not for Sam and Thomas, but for Rafael and Lucas. He just needs to imagine Lucas, to picture him contorting his old bones into this sexy little position.
It’s easier if Sam focuses on the wide shoulders, the light brown hair.
It’s Lucas. The person in front of him is his teammate. The man he’s idolized and loved for years. He can do this.
“Sure thing, Lucas.”
Sam pops the cap of the lube and pours a small amount onto the pad of his thumb. He rubs it along the rim of Lucas’s hole until it glistens, smiling when it twitches.
Reactive. Good.
He enjoys the occasional quick fuck, but it’s extra special when Sam’s able to take his time. When he can edge his partners until they're begging to come.
