A/N: Sami Zayn is next! I've written him solo before, but this one's much happier. I ended up writing this one mostly to Hanukkah music (with narration of the story of Hanukkah by Leonard Nimoy – a little awkward to write porn to, to be honest, even though he did that sexy photography book about the Shekhina like a decade ago), as that was what was on the classical radio station at the time. Kind of appropriate, I guess, since I'm Jewish.


Sami liked a lot of things about the holidays, but he had to admit that his favorite thing was the free time. It was nice, for once, to have more than a day or two in a row that wasn't occupied by training, wrestling, and travel. So, today he'd slept in, and now it was almost lunchtime and he was just now lazily getting out of the shower. It had been a long, leisurely shower, as hot as he could take it, and now his skin was hot and pink and clean and soapy-smelling and little more sensitive than usual, so the softness of his towel made him feel downright tingly. It all made him feel, well, kind of sexy really.

He walked out of the bathroom and smiled to himself. Should he? Yes, he should. For once, he had time to really enjoy it. He opened the bottom drawer of his dresser and dug through all the pairs of tights he kept there. All different colors and patterns. They all felt so nice and looked so good that he had a hard time deciding which ones he wanted to put on today. Then his fingers landed on a silky sheer purple pair. Those seemed just right.

He sat on the edge of his bed, rolled up one leg of the tights, and started to slowly slide them onto his leg. He took his time, enjoying the feeling of more and more of the tight, silky fabric hugging his leg, then he went equally slowly up his other leg. After that, he slipped the tights over his waist – now he was fully enveloped in silky goodness. Something about wearing tights made his nerves feel even more sensitive in the best way. Every movement felt a little amazing.

He ran his hands over his legs – he liked the way his leg muscles felt through the tights – and looked at himself in the mirror. He was always a little surprised at how much better his legs looked in tights, and these purple tights in particular, they really suited him, he thought. They were a very vibrant purple, just sheer enough. It was a shame people still thought it was weird for him to wear them in public. He didn't get it. Oh well. He could still wear them here.

He lay on his bed and pulled his fleece blanket over him, his feet and calves still dangling out from under the blanket. He sighed and nuzzled the side of his face against the blanket. Nearly every bit of him was covered by something that felt great. He slid his hands under the blanket and glided his hands over his legs. Silkiness everywhere. He was getting hard now, and the constriction of the tights just made it feel everything feel even hotter. He wiggled his toes. Even that was great now.

After a little while of just enjoying the feeling of everything, he started to lightly rub his cock through the tights. He let out a very soft, smiley moan. Each little touch felt better. The harder he got, the more the tights constricted him, and the extra pressure made him feel that much more deliciously sensitive and moan just a bit louder. Part of him was desperate to get his cock out from under those tights, and the other part of him loved that desperate feeling. He drew it out as long as he could until finally, he couldn't take it anymore - he was so hard he was dripping. He took his cock out of the tights.

Still, he didn't want to finish so quickly. He wrapped his fist around his cock and stroked it with long, slow strokes. He moaned and cursed some under his breath as sparks of sensation shuddered through him. He sped his strokes up gradually, resisting the urge to go too fast – he knew by now how much better it felt to be patient. Slowly, he felt all of that wonderful energy building inside him – a little bit electric, a little bit cloudy, filling him up in the most perfect way, until it finally shot out of him, a shining rush, and he groaned out pure and total satisfaction. When he was done, he closed his eyes in a blissful hazed and wondered if it was too late to go eat some waffles.