He takes another moment to appreciate this rare moment of vulnerability before scooting both of them to the edge of the couch and pushing himself upright. Sam never skips leg day, but it still takes him a moment to readjust the hold he has on the weighted vest.
“Pourquoi?” Thomas asks, bleary-eyed. He wraps his legs around Sam’s middle, which helps distribute some of the weight.
“I’ve got you,” Sam replies with a hush. “It’s my turn to take care of you.”
Thomas nods and drifts off again. His arms slide to his sides, and his legs loosen without unhooking.
Sam navigates both of them through to the bedroom. He shifts the weight to free a hand and pulls back the covers on the right side of the bed. He’s almost hesitant to let Thomas go, but they both need to sleep.
When he tries to lay him down softly, Sam misjudges the distance and accidentally whacks Thomas’s head on the backboard.
“Sorry,sorry!” Sam whispers, sliding the body further down the mattress.
Thomas’s face scrunches up in discomfort, but hopefully he’ll forget about it by morning.
“Okay, well,buenas noches.” Sam pulls the covers back over Thomas, tucking him in. Now that he’s fully awake, he’ll be able to navigate his way back to his own hotel. “I’ll see you in Canada.”
Before he can leave, Thomas scrambles upright. “Quoi?” He concentrates for a moment and says, “You stay.”
“I have my own bed to sleep in.” His own hotel, even.
“S’il te plaît.” Thomas pats the area besidehim. “Please?”
Sam exhales. He’s a bit over his head, but he has to sleep somewhere, so why not here? He sets an alarm on his phone and pulls back the covers to slide between the cold sheets.
They've slept together before, but it feels different when he hasn’t just orgasmed. Feels like something a real couple would do.
Thomas turns away, and Sam tempers his disappointment. What did he expect? A cuddle session? Grow up.
But then Thomas scoots backwards until their bodies are pressed against each other. “Bonne nuit.”
“Yeah, um…” There’s nowhere else for Sam to put his arm but to drape it over Thomas’s middle.
This is nice. It’s warmer than he remembers the position being, but it’s been a long time since Sam’s been in the type of relationship that involved spooning. He missed it.
Just in case Thomas returns to his senses when he wakes up, Sam squeezes him, holding him tighter to his chest. The soft hair tickles his nose, but the steady breathing motion lulls him closer and closer to sleep.
Sam leans forward and presses a kiss to Thomas’s shoulder. It’s scary how natural it feels to do so.
Thomas sighs, sinking deeper into the mattress, and Sam drifts off right behind him.
This one’s an easy one, at least. Sam looks up from the card and asks, “How many languages do I speak?”
“More than two, definitely.” Lucas takes a moment, counting on his fingers “Maybe three? Four?”
The sponsor’s stern-faced content producer raises his hand. “You have to choose one—three or four?”
“Four,” Lucas decides.
Sam can’t lie this time. God forbid he names a language and someone actually expects him to speak it.
“Yeah, nah, I’m not that smart.” He laughs it off like it’s not another question Lucas has gotten wrong. “Just one language for me.”
Again, the producer’s hand pops up. “Which one?”
“Which one what?”
“Language.”
