"Can I stay with you for a few days?" That's how it started. Just a simple question. Most nice people would agree, most grumpy people would slam the door. But Sam, Sam didn't have a door to slam. But Sam wouldn't slam the door even if he had one. You see, Samuel Winchester would give a first or second chance to even the worst people.

"Can I stay with you for a few days?" How did I get stuck in this situation, Sam thought. What happened today?


*2 hours earlier*

Sam was on his way home from work at the grocery store where he worked for a minimum wage.

Dean moved out and left Sam with the bunker. Dean, Sam's older brother, is a more successful, elegant man. He is known worldwide as the most successful American business mogul. Dean used 'Winchester' when he first started hitting it big and he never changed it. Sam, not wanting to be judged or recognized by his last name, used 'Campbell'.

Dean agreed to help keep the lights on and keep food on the table because Sam couldn't afford to.

The bunker is an unusual place for a resident to live. Sam and Dean suspect that a group of Satanists lived there. The bunker is filled with books on monsters and creatures that make the Boogeyman sound like Santa Claus. Sam and Dean just stuck those books back on their shelves. They also ignored the room with the shelves lining the walls, and a set of shelves that open to a door. Behind the door was a concrete room with a chair. On that chair, were straps. On the floor under the chair was a pentagram with scribbles in it. Sam and Dean didn't know what to make of it so they locked the door and put the key in a drawer in the kitchen.

So, as it turned out, 'unusual' didn't begin to describe the place. They found it purely by chance.

They were sightseeing in their home state when they found a key on the ground. It was a funky looking key with a weird symbol on it. They looked up the symbol, found that it went to the bunker, and went there to find out. Four months later, it was their home. Two years even later, Dean Winchester was on all the biggest screens. Four months later, Dean moved out and Sam was alone.

On Sam's regular route home, he walked past a few questionable bars, a few dance clubs, and a few back alleys. He has nothing against the bars and the dance clubs. He's even been in a few of them. They're just not his scene. He's more of a bookworm. A very muscular and buff bookworm.

Truth is, those clubs and bars have back rooms, and he knows what they are there for. He's never been into one, but he's been invited back there by many people.

He walked past a gay bar and saw a man in the alley. He was short, had eyes like caramel. Caramel, Sam thought, that must have been poured from Heaven. He had beautiful golden brown eyes, same colored hair. Long hair, too. As long as his own.

It took him longer than it should have to notice the balding, white-haired man struggling with him.

"G-get off me, Zach," the shorter man slurred.

The man called 'Zach' was behind the shorter man.

"Oh come on, Gabriel. You're drunk. Let me take care of you."

Oof, I wouldn't want that guy 'taking care' of me. Sam did mental air quotes.

"Zach, please. Just let m-me go," Gabriel slurred, burping half way through.

"Gabriel, don't be a party pooper. You know you want it. Look at you. You're drunk and dancing on guys at the club. You bring home guy after guy, dance on guy after guy, but leave me. Come on, I'm the only guy in the town you haven't fucked. You're so needy, let me fill your needs. You can fill mine at the same time. Just let me fill you."

Sam decided it was time to intervene.

"Nobody fill anybody."

"Ignore what's going on here, boy. You just get away from this alley, go back to your quaint little house, and forget about this. He is nothing unforgettable."

"Maybe, but I think he wants you to be forgettable. Just step away from him. He's clearly not interested."

Zachariah let go of Gabriel, forcing him to the ground.

"Take him, it won't bring you any happiness. He's just a used little slut. You look more like you're interested in women, though. Everyone has their hobbies."

Zach left and went back into the club to find another young kid who'll jump into bed with the first man with a nice bank account.

Sam helped Gabriel up.

"C-can I help you to your house or apartment?" Sam asked, swinging Gabriel's arm around his neck to help him stand. He tried to stand up but decided against it when he saw that Gabriel's feet came off the ground.

"That guy is my roommate," Gabriel said, slurring still.

"Do you have somewhere else you can stay? A friend's or a family member's?" Sam asked.

"Do you have a couch I can crash on?"

"I have a couch. But, you're a stranger."

"I'm Gabriel. Nice to meet you. What's your name, handsome?"

"I-I'm Sam."

"Nice to meet you, Sammy."

"Don't call me 'Sammy'."

"Can I stay with you for a few days? Just until I can find a job and a new place?"

"I-I guess."


*later*

"So, this is my place. It's a bit weird, but it's pretty big."

"Heh, that's what I said about my last boyfriend."

"Oh? And how long did that last?"

"Till his wife came home from her business trip early."

Sam laughed and laid Gabriel on the couch.

"I'm going to guess she came home that night. He swore he wasn't gay and called you some things you'd rather forget."

Gabriel was already asleep when Sam looked back at him.

He can't honestly be comfortable in tight spandex shorts and a leather vest. What's with that leather cop ha- oh. He's a dancer at the gay bar. Why did he say he needed a job?

Sam went about his business. It was, after all, only 6 at night.

He cleaned up what needed to be cleaned up. He did his laundry. He found more suitable clothes for Gabriel. He even grabbed boxers because he suspected there was nothing under those tight black leather shorts.

Sam tried to keep his mind off how much he could see of his beautiful...perfectly normal body.

He changed his 'temporary' roommate's clothes, averting his eyes when could.

He peeled off the tiny little shorts and threw them in the garbage. He came back and could just see that Gabriel was cold. He put the boxers on Gabriel and slipped him into some pajama pants gently.

The fugly hat came off next. He threw it across the room. He took the cheesy vest off of the alcohol-scented man.

"Mmm-what are you doing? I'm trying to sleep."

"Just changing your clothes. You looked uncomfortable and cold. When I'm done putting your shirt on, I'll grab you some blankets."

Gabriel sat up. Sam thought it was it to put the shirt on himself, or even to puke.

Gabriel put his hand on Sam's cheek. He pulled him in for a kiss.

Samuel Winchester was in shock. Not because he was just kissed by a man, but because he had been kissed by a visibly drunk man. One whose lips didn't taste like alcohol or puke or other tastes that could be identified as from other people. His lips tasted sweet. Like caramel. The hard candy. He couldn't quite put his tongue on which brand.

Sam realized he was still kissing Gabriel. Gabriel who needed air.

He pulled away and Gabriel said, "Thanks, sweetie. You're the best wife I could ask for."

Sam scoffed and put him in the loose shirt.

He went off to go find extra blankets and piled 6 or 7 thin blankets on top of Gabriel.


*the next morning*

Sam woke up to the smell of pancakes and caramel.

He shot up in bed and saw Gabriel holding a plate of pancakes.

"Good morning. I made you pancakes as thanks for letting me stay with you."

"You're welcome, I guess," Sam said, taking the plate.

"It's also an apology."

"For what? Did you make a mess of the kitchen?" Sam asked, worried about the state of his kitchen.

"No, definitely not. I may be a messy drunk at night but during the day I'm normal," Gabriel said, sitting down at the foot of Sam's bed.

"You're not a messy drunk. Because 'messy' doesn't even begin to describe it. You kissed me and called me your wife."

"I'm sorry, Sammy," Gabriel said, looking down as if he felt guilty. "I don't usually kiss on the first date."

"Somehow I doubt that. Wait, first date? We didn't go on a date, I saved you from that guy."

Gabriel shifted uncomfortably. "Yeah, about that. C-can we go pick my stuff up from him today?"

Sam set the plate of pancakes down and got out of bed. "I mean, yeah, sure. But where are you going to put it?"

Gabriel looked away as Sam started getting changed. "Do you have any extra rooms in this place?"

"Yeah, about 20."

"What?! Well can I use one?"

Sam nodded and left for work.


*at work*

"That'll be $27.50."

The old lady handed Sam three 10 dollar bills and told him to keep the change.

"Thank you for shopping at Goody Bag. Have the Goody-est day!"

Sarah looked over at Sam. "You could at least act happy to be here."

"Well you aren't either."

There was a pause before Sam spoke again.

"Sarah, can I ask you something?"

"I wouldn't do that. Lee is in looove with you."

"What?" Sam asked.

"Nothing. What's your question?"

"What would you do if there was a stranger in your house?"

"Is this stranger a guy or a girl?"

"A guy."

"Is he hot? How tall is he?"

"He's below average height. Like, pretty small."

The manager, Calvin, came by and told them to get back to work.

"So," Sarah started, leaning in closer to Sam from her checkout, "is he hot?"

"He's...attractive," Sam said forcibly. Almost as if he struggled to say it.

"How attractive? Like, 'Dean Winchester' attractive or Calvin?"

"What's the difference?"

"I'd fuck Dean Winchester. Calvin would have to kill me before he touched me."

"He's attractive enough to be good enough for you."

Sarah smiled. "Well, then I guess I'm going to your house for dinner tonight."

"Do I have a choice?"

Sarah smiled even bigger. "Of course not, Samuel. Just don't tell Lee. She's major in love with you. If she knew I was going to your place for dinner, or just in general, she'd probably throw a hissy fit."

Sam rolled his eyes and the work day went on.


*end of work day*

Sarah was grabbing her coat when Sam walked in to grab his.

"So, just text me your address and I'll be there in an hour or two."

"Alright. It's a bit out of the way but I'm sure you'll find it."

Sarah and Sam walked out of the store laughing and chatting. Which, being very obvious, Lee noticed it.

*on the way home*

Sam was walking home and almost walked past the alley he had found Gabriel in, but he stopped. If I don't go in to the wretched place and get him, he'd probably never come back. It's not that I'm overprotective or even worried. I just care. I'm human, caring about people is okay.

Sam turned and went into the building that he hated so.

I-I can barely hear my own damn thoughts. Honestly, why do people like blasting music in small, unsanitary rooms while dancing up against walking STDs?

Sam looked around for Gabriel. He saw what everyone was wearing and suddenly felt very out of place.

"Oi! Sammy!"

Sam whipped around and saw Gabriel. Thankfully he's at least wearing clothes. Some of them.

"Sammy, did you dress up for the occasion?"

"What?!"

"It's formal day."

Gabriel was wearing a white button-up and black dress pants.

"Gabriel, I'm not dressed up. I just came to get you."

"Awww, why? The fun is just beginning!"

"We're having a guest over for dinner. She's a co-worker of mine. Be nice."

Gabriel grabbed Sam's collar and pulled him close.

"I'll go if you dance with me. Just one song."

"I don't know how to dance in a club."

"You don't have to. Just feel the beat."

*four very loud songs later*

"One more song?" Gabriel said, smiling at Sam, who just rolled his eyes in response.

"No, we have to get back to the house. Sarah is coming over. She wants to meet you."

"Can I cook?"

"Are you sure you're sober enough to cook?"

"What do you think I am? One of the dancers? No, I'm just the sweet and sexy bartender."

Sam scoffed. "Sweet and sexy? I beg to differ."

"Oh, please do. I love it when they beg."

Sam blushed profusely and looked down at his feet. "Let's just go, okay?"


*back at the bunker*

Sam was in the kitchen with Gabriel.

"Sam, do you have strawberries?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Can I use them for a topping?"

Sam nodded and grabbed them out of the fridge.

"Hey, uh, Gabe?"

"Yes?" Gabriel said without looking up from cutting vegetables.

"C-could you eat one of these strawberries?"

Gabriel looked at him with a look of 'ehrm whet teh feck' and ate one of the strawberries.

"Okay now eat this one."

Three strawberries later and Gabriel had had enough it.

"Sam! I will not eat one more strawberry. WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME EAT STRAWBERRIES?"

Sam stood up from the table walked to stand by Gabriel. "Because I'm testing a theory."

"What theory?"

"That you always taste like caramel."

Gabriel's eyes widened as Sam kissed him.

That damned caramel. What brand is it? I want some. They're so addicting.

As he pulled away, Sam saw the pained look on Gabriel's face.

"Did I offend you?"

Gabriel shook his head quickly. "No," Gabriel rasped, "I w-was h-holding the knife."

Sam looked down, scared, and saw Gabriel's middle finger pointed up at him.

Sam slapped Gabriel on the shoulder and sighed. "You're an ass."

"Yeah and you have a nice ass."

They heard a knock at the door and Sam yelled, "It's open, Sarah."

Sarah walked in and walked down the stairs.

"Oh, it's out of the way. I think you'll be able to find it nicely though. Sam, you have a fucking mansion!"

She stopped when she saw Gabriel.

"Gabriel, this is Sarah. Sarah, Gabriel."

Sarah walked up to Gabriel and held out her hand. "You don't have to call me 'Sarah'. You can just call me anytime."

Gabriel smiled and shook her hand. "You don't have to call me 'Gabriel'. You can just call me gay."

Sam burst out laughing as Sarah's jaw dropped.

Gabriel gave Sam a high five as he walked back into the kitchen.

"I thought you said he was good enough for me?" Sarah whispered.

Sam smiled. "Just because he's good enough for you doesn't mean he wants you."

Sarah deadpanned him. "I hate you so much."

Sarah looked at Gabriel and then at Sam and said, "So, you gonna fuck him?"

"No!"

"Why not? He's gay and you need to get laid."

"So what if he's gay? I'm not."

Sarah rolled her eyes. "Are you sure you're not gay?"

Sam folded his arms. "Of course I'm sure. Nothing about men turns me on. Him especially. He is definitely a turn off."

Sarah looked at Sam as though she had seen him in a new light. "Does he know that? You two seem pretty chummy."

"He does."

"Oh really?" Sarah held out her hand. "I bet you I can get him to admit that he likes you before the night is over."

Sam shook her hand. "If I win?"

"I'll buy you dinner."

Sam grinned.

"But if I win, you have to buy him dinner."

Sam stopped grinning. His mood visibly changed from smug to desperate.


"You like any girls at school, Sammy?"

A young, short Samuel Winchester looked down and blushed.

"Dean, I think I do like someone. Every time I'm near them, my heart beats faster. I blush. My face and ears feel hot. I've got this cheesy grin on my face."

"Well, damn, Sammy. Who is it?"

"Alfie Summers."

"But...but he's a boy."

"I think I'm gay."

Dean felt enraged. "No you're not."

"What? Why not?"

"Because, it's wrong."

"Who are you to tell me what I can and can't be?"

"I'm your brother AND I'm older than you."

"So? I like boys."

Dean audibly growled. "No you don't. Don't say that. That's wrong."

"I LIKE BOYS! I LOVE BOYS AND YOUR STUPID RULES CAN'T STOP ME."

Dean punched Sam in the face. "Poor little Sammy. You're just seven. You don't know shit about love. You're never going to love boys."

Dean threw another blow while Sam laid on the ground, in tears.

"Dean, stop hitting me."

"Will you promise never to like boys?"

"Never."

"Then I'll never stop hitting you."

Dean hit him again and again until his face was bloody and he was crying, "I promise I'll never like boys."

Dean got up and helped clean Sam's face off.

When John came home that night, he looked at Sam and asked Dean what had happened.

Dean simply told him there were problems a school and that the person who did it got what was coming to them.

John didn't question him. He never did when he came home and Sam was beaten and bruised.


"I can't promise that I will."

"Then, if you fail to buy him dinner, you must date and marry Lee."

"Well, THAT'S a bit excessive isn't it?" Sam asked, shocked at what Sarah had just said.

"Well, I'm serious about this. You guys should be a couple. What's your deal with gays?"

Sam winced as if recalling that painful memory. "I was taught at a young age that being gay is wrong and I should never do it."

Sarah looked at him and said exactly as her look said, "What the fuck?! Then what do you think of other people who are willing to admit that they are gay?"

"Well, I'm okay with it. In fact, I'm a little jealous."

"Why?"

"Because, if they're openly gay, that means they weren't taught against it the way I was. That's something to be thankful for."

Sarah became confused immediately. "How were you taught?"

"Food's ready! Come get your dinner, chatter-boxes."

Sam sighed, saved by the bell.


Dinner went well.

Gabriel opened up and shared stories of bar-tending. Meanwhile, Sam and Sarah had some underlying tension due to the earlier avoided question. Tension that didn't go unnoticed by Gabriel.

*end of dinner*

"Alright, well, I think I'm in need of sleep. I came by foot so I should head home. Thank you for having me over, Sam. Nice to meet you, Gabriel. If you have the number of the guy you met, I'd love to have it. I believe Sam has my number. I think you can just text it to him, after you get his number."

Sarah smiled and stood up, straightening her shirt, and continued, "Gabriel, if you could just walk me out, that would be splendid."

Gabriel nodded and walked her to the door.

"Hey, Gabriel, what do you think of Sam?'

"What do you mean?"

"Well, for example, his feet, would you want them at the end of your bed, on your shoulders-"

"What the Hell are you talking about? Do I like him?"

"Well, yeah."

"Of course..."

Sarah's face lit up.

"...not. He's letting me stay here out of the goodness of his heart. Of course I wouldn't go and mess up the best thing that's happened to me recently by falling in love with the man who gave it to me. Besides I don't fall in love. I don't believe in love."

"Wow! You both are so mysterious."

"I wasn't finished. If I were to develop feelings for him, of course they'd be strictly sexual, but if I did, I wouldn't admit it to anyone. Especially anyone who could tell him. Now, kiss me."

"I thought you were gay."

"Yes, but Sam says I taste like caramel even when I've had ten too many."

Sarah kissed him quickly, so as not to attract attention.

"You do taste like caramel. What the Hell?"

"It's time for you to leave. See you around."

Gabriel walked back over to the table as Sam was about to get up.

"Ah. Hey! You! Stay!"

Sam looked at Gabriel's face and sat back down.

"The tension tonight was so thick Drake made a song about it, featuring Cardi B and Marshmello. Now, tell me why tension was invited to dinner and I wasn't told to make enough for 4."

Sam scoffed, got up, and stormed off to his room.

"Sam? I'm sorry. I didn't know it was private."

No answer.

Gabriel did the dishes and went to take a shower.


Sam heard the water turn on and sighed. He opened his laptop and found the video he wanted.

Heya, Sammy. I know, 'don't call you 'Sammy''. Well I am you so, I can do whatever I want. If we're watching this, we're questioning ourselves. Don't. We made the right choice. Never ever question us.

Sam shut his laptop when he heard the shower turn off.

He put it gently on his desk and sighed.

*thud* *groan*

What was that? Maybe he dropped something. I should go in- no. I should go knock and ask if he's alright.

Sam knocked on the door. "Gabriel? Is everything alright?"

No answer.

"Gabriel? Are you alright?"

No answer.

"Gabriel? Can I come in?"

No answer.

Sam grabbed the door knob.

Aw, Hell! It's locked. I'll have to kick it open.

Sam stepped back and kicked open the door.

"Gabriel!"

Gabriel was lying on the floor, face bloody and wrapped in a towel.

"Are you okay?"

Nothing.

Sam knelt down and checked for a pulse.

A very faint pulse. He's alive at least.

"I need to get you to the hospital," Sam said, pretty much to himself. It was then that he noticed Gabriel's lack of clothes.

He got some of his own clothes and put them on the unconscious Gabriel.

He carried Gabriel into the garage and put him in his car and shut the door.

"You're gonna be alright, you're gonna be just fine," Sam kept repeating, fumbling the keys as he failed to get them in the ignition. The keys slipped out of his hand and he laid his head on the steering wheel.

"I'm not okay. Everything is not okay. He beat me. What if he comes back and finds us? He'll hurt you. I can't see you hurt. I can't do it. I wish that I could let you love me, but I can't."

Sam bent over and picked up the keys and put them in the ignition.


*on the way home from the hospital 2 days later*

"I'm so embarrassed. I slipped and fell on my way out of the shower, hit my head on the counter, and slept for 2 two days."

"They said you were overworked and being knocked unconscious reminded your body to sleep."

"Yeah, but I was almost naked."

Sam stopped walking. "I put my clothes on you."

"These are yours? No wonder they're so baggy."

Gabriel stopped walking and smelled the collar of his shirt. He walked up to Sam and smelled his collar.

"What are you doing?"

"They smell like you. Better watch out. Living together, wearing your clothes, cooking for you, someone might think you're my boyfriend. You even kiss me."

"Because you taste like caramel even when you're wasted. That's why I made you eat strawberries. You always taste like caramel, but it's a caramel I've tasted before. I was just trying to find out which specific caramel it is."

Gabriel responds with, "Well, damn, Sammy. If you're gonna keep using me as a personal free sample, at least buy me dinner. I'm still a person. You can't just use me to find out what candy you had years ago."

"Uh no. I won't."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm not gay!"

Gabriel felt a sharp pain in his heart as Sam walked away.

He turned around and started walking towards that familiar area. I can't deal with this. I need a drink.


Funny. Sam went back to the bunker thinking the same thing.

He stopped by the liquor store on the way home and got a few bottles of their hardest liquor.

He doesn't know. He doesn't understand the beatings I went through. I know I like him. It's hard for me to restrain myself around him. But if I didn't, Dean would surely hurt him.

Sam pulled his phone out and told Sarah to come over.

*10 minutes later*

Sarah stood in the doorway, panting.

"Way er ya panning?" Sam slurred.

"I ran. Why are you shit-faced drunk?"

"I drove him away."

"Drove who-what?"

"I drove away the little caramel candy."

"Gabriel?! He's gone?" Sarah asked.

Sam only nodded and slumped over the table.

Sarah slapped him on the back of the head.

"Now you listen here you arrogant dick, he's a catch. Gabriel? Yeah, he's something you'll only find once. You let him go. I knew you were oblivious, I didn't know you were retarded. I mean this in the nicest way possible, you're a fucking asshole!"

Sam opened his mouth to interject but Sarah swatted him on the cheek.

"I didn't say I was done. I don't care what you went through as a child. Everyone has a bad childhood memory that stuck. So fucking what? Tell me what happened!"

"My brother would beat me when I told him I was gay. Every. Single. Time."

"What did your parents say?"

"According to my brother, my mom killed herself when he came out as gay. So he decided he'd never be with a man. My brother lied to my dad and said it was a bully that had beat me up."

"Well, certainly she didn't kill herself because of that. Give me your phone, I'll call him."

Sam handed over his phone after calling Dean.

Heya Sammy.

"Not Sammy. Sammy's girlfriend."

Well, hello. I'm his brother.

"Yeah, I know. He never talks about you. Or his mom. What happened with her?"

Sarah put the phone on speaker.

Mary, our mom, was killed in a home invasion when Sam was 3 months old. He doesn't have any recollection of it. Don't tell him, though. Promise?

Sarah hung up the phone as she watched Sam's entire world come crashing down.

"He-he...he..."

"He told you she killed herself for his being gay only because he personally thought it was wrong."

"That bastard!"

"Yes. Now you know the truth. You owe someone an apology."

"Who?"

Sarah rolls her eyes. "GABRIEL!"

"Right, yes."


*meanwhile, in the club*

"Hey, hot stuff. Drinks are on me if you promise to be on me later."

The guy smirked, eyeing Gabriel.

"Sure. Whatever you want."

"Oh no. Whatever you want," Gabriel said, grinding on this stranger.

"What's the occasion? Business or pleasure?"

"Trying to forget someone."

The man laughed haughtily. "I'm sorry but your night will be unforgettable."

"Just get me drunk as fuck and I'll do anything."

*ten shots later*

"Gabriel!"

Gabriel froze, hearing that voice.

He slowly turned around to face him.

"What do you want?"

"Don't speak with me in that tone."

"I don't live with you anymore, I'm not in your debt."

"Well, as you're getting drunk with hot strangers, you don't live with that other guy either. Let me guess, your ass no longer interested him anymore."

Gabriel glared at the old pervert.

"Gabriel, why don't you come back with me? You can live there for free. It's not like you have anything I want."

"Well, yeah, obviously. Sam has my interest, and that guy at the bar gets my ass tonight. So I have nothing to give."

"Then I'll take it from them."

Gabriel stood up from his chair and got in Zach's face. "Don't you dare touch Sammy."

Zach smirked.

"What?"

"You didn't touch him, did you? You want him all to yourself, huh? Don't be selfish."

"Gabriel!"

Zach turned around and grinned.

"The infamous Sammy. Welcome."

Sam rolled his eyes and walked up to Gabriel, who just sat back down and finished his drink.

"I'm so-"

"Why are you here? This is a gay club. I thought you weren't gay."

"I'm not."

"Then leave me alone!"

"I sure as Hell ain't straight, either."

Gabriel looked up at Sam, seeing that he was close to tears shocked him.

"I'm not gay. I'm not straight. I'm attracted to only you."

Gabriel's jaw dropped.

"My brother is very anti-gay, he'd probably hurt you or me if he found out about us. But he doesn't live in Kansas. If he ever tries to hurt you, I'll protect you."

Gabriel sat there in shock.

"Will y-you be my personal free sample?"

Gabriel smiled and stood up.

"As long as you promise to let me make you pancakes."

Sam smiled and kissed Gabriel.

Gabriel wrapped his arms around Sam's neck and kissed him right back.

When they parted, Gabriel asked, "Do I still taste like caramel?"

"No. Now you taste like my favorite caramel."

"I want to be your only caramel."

Sam smiled and kissed him again. "Deal."

TBC