*2 weeks later*
The weather was cold when Sam met Gabriel but Christmas was approaching fast.
In the week after Sam had accepted Gabriel in his life, they hadn't been intimate. Not for lack of desire. They were both desiring the other. Gabriel wanted more the second Sam kissed him in the club that night. Sam wanted Gabriel more and more as time passed, but he held back. He made sure to restrain himself. Gabriel knew this because he wasn't the one ending their late night sessions every time one of them ensued.
They had only shared hot kisses, hand holding, and some cuddling. If Sam and Gabriel somehow ended up sleeping in the same bed, Sam would always make the decision himself that he should go.
He'd been picking up later shifts while Gabriel was making an effort to get off work earlier so he could be home when Sam got home.
Gabriel was desperate for something more, almost to the point of being ravenous.
Sam, well, he was desperate too. But he wasn't about to give in. Well, he was definitely about to give in, but he was trying his damnedest not to. Sam wanted something more, but he had, in his mind, a good reason against intimacy. It was a good reason to him. However, he knew that Gabriel wouldn't understand. Or, at least, he thought Gabriel wouldn't understand.
Of course, Gabriel was at least smart enough to know that was total bullshit. As soon as Gabriel found out why Sam had been avoiding anything further than hot make-out sessions, surely he'd laugh.
That storm had yet to come. The storm that had already started was that of distrust.
Sam didn't fully know the man he had welcomed into his home. He had held off on asking him, however, as there were things he didn't plan on telling Gabriel. But he desperately needed to know this man. This beautiful amazing man.
Sam and Gabriel were sitting in the library eating silently when Sam brought it up.
"So Gabriel, what's your last name?" Sam laughed quietly before he got his next words out. "Or are you just Gabriel? Like Beyonce or Kesha."
"I don't know."
Sam looked up from his plate of spaghetti. "How could you not know what your last name is? That's just stupid."
Gabriel slammed his hands on the table and stood up, successfully startled Sam.
"No! You know what's stupid? You've been deliberately avoiding sex. That, that is stupid. But I'm not complaining! I'm giving you your space. I'm giving you time. Please, just give me time."
Sam noticed that tears had started to fall from Gabriel's eyes as the smaller man left the table and walked to his room.
"Gabriel, I'm so-"
Sam was cut off by Gabriel's door slamming.
Sam silently cleaned off their plates and put them in the sink.
He got to his door and heard Gabriel crying in his room across the hall from Sam's.
"Gabe?"
The crying stopped.
Sam stepped closer to the door and put his hand on it.
"Baby, I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to be harsh. I just, I want to get to know you. Not just your body and your name. I want to know where you went to school. I want to meet your parents. I want to know what your favorite movie is. I want to know your favorite color. I want to meet your friends. I mean, maybe not that last one, but I'm serious about you."
Sam heard the door click and he backed up.
The door creaked on its hinges as it was slowly opened by Gabriel.
"You should come in and take a seat. This will be a bit."
Sam didn't have time to ask before Gabriel turned from the door and sat down on his bed.
Sam sat down next to Gabriel and waited for something to happen.
Gabriel was silent for at least a minute before he spoke.
"The last thing I remember was a really bright white-blue light. It was almost celestial."
Sam looked at him, confused.
"Then I woke up in an alley not too far from the one we met in. My ears were ringing. From what I'm told, they were bleeding. My head was pounding. My vision was blurry, I had trouble standing. People must have just thought I'd been drunk and/or on drugs. I stumbled and scraped my hand on the brick wall. I remember that specifically because Zach came up and helped me to stand. He asked me what my name was. He asked me if I was alright. He asked how much I had to drink. He asked if I could have possibly been drugged."
Sam looked down at Gabriel. He looked utterly exhausted. Probably from crying. I made this man cry to the point of exhaustion. Sam felt a pang of guilt in his chest.
"You said 'Zach' right? The Zach I met was a disgusting asshole. They can't be the same person."
"He wasn't always like that, Sammy. Or, maybe he was. Maybe he was always an asshole but he waited until I trusted him before he showed his true colors. I don't know, but I lived with him for about 8 months and then suddenly, something changed. He left for work happy and smiling. When he came home that night, he looked at me like something from the trash. He looked at me like he resented me. Like I was an unwanted child. Like he did everything perfect but I was his one screw-up. I lived with Zach for a year before you saved me. Thank you, Samuel."
Gabriel wiped away his tears as Sam grabbed the blanket off the bed and wrapped it around Gabriel.
"I'm sorry that happened to you. If you'd like, I can help you look for answers."
Gabriel collapsed into Sam's lap. "That'd be sweet of you, Sam. So very sweet. You're gonna make me cry."
"I don't want to."
Gabriel looked up slowly. His eyes were half-lidded and he was so gentle, the way someone is when they don't have the energy for quick, sudden movements. It was like his movements were fluid.
"You don't want to what?" Gabriel asked, saying every word so slowly that it had Sam clinging onto every syllable.
"I swear I don't want to make you cry. It hurts to see you in pain. I don't ever want to be the reason when you're crying. I'd really like it if you never cried again but then I'd never get to wipe your tears away and hug the sadness away."
Sam looked down and Gabriel was asleep.
He gently lifted Gabriel's head up and stood up. He laid him back down ever so gently. It was not his goal to wake him up.
Sam lifted Gabriel up enough to move him up to the pillow.
As he turned to the door, he heard a soft whimper.
"Sammy, please don't go. You leave every night. Just this once, stay with me. I really need someone to stay with me tonight."
Sam weighed his options and decided that it would hurt more to turn him away in his time of need than it would if he just stayed with him.
We're both wearing clothes. It's not like we're both naked and needy. That's a funny name for a pay-per-view. Naked and Needy.
Sam smiled softly at Gabriel and nodded.
"Alright baby. Tonight I'll stay with you."
Sam turned off the lamp and laid next to Gabriel.
Gabriel sleepily looked up at him.
Sam couldn't help himself. He pulled Gabriel into his arms and kissed him.
"Don't you dare leave me when I fall asleep."
Sam squeezed Gabriel. "Wouldn't dream of it."
The last thing Gabriel saw when he fell asleep was Sam smiling down at him.
*waek urp eht's mernin tiem* ('wake up it's morning time' from a Christian DelGrosso vine)
Gabriel woke up and knew that Sam would be gone.
He didn't know that Sam only left to get another blanket. Guess he took his shirt and pants off on the way.
Gabriel knew that Sam knew what he looked like naked, but Gabriel didn't know what he looked like naked.
Gabriel sat up in bed, which caused the blankets to be partially lifted up, revealing Sam's rock hard chest, rippling abs, and perfect body.
Holy fuck! It's like you're photo-shopped. But you're my photo-shop. I'll make sure to burn this into memory.
Gabriel's breath caught in his throat when looked further down and saw the very sizeable bulge in Sam's boxers.
He's gonna rip me in two! Th-that's not right. Things shouldn't be allowed to be that big. I'm going to die. He's gonna choke me to death.
Gabriel slowly reached his hand out and hooked his finger into the edge of Sam's boxers.
He slowly pulled them down and almost got a glance before Sam said, "Seen enough yet?"
Gabriel laughed nervously. "Just window-shopping."
Sam smacked Gabriel's hand away and pulled his boxers up. "Just window-shopping, eh? Well, we're closed."
"Surely you could let a guy with these looks in."
Sam rolled his and eyes and got out of Gabriel's bed.
"Nope. Playtime is over. I know it's Saturday but I picked up another shift that starts early and ends late. I'm gonna go get showered and ready for work."
Gabriel smiled. "Okay. I know how you're always picking up extra shifts so I asked if I could get some overtime and I have a shift today too." Gabriel was being completely sarcastic.
"I'll be home at eight."
"You can't possibly be going to work with that in your pants," Gabriel said as he pointed to the tent in Sam's boxers.
Sam blushed and went to cover it with his hands before Gabriel stood up and grabbed his wrist.
"You saw me naked when you first met me, I wanna see you."
"Why?"
"Because I wanna see what I'm getting."
"I'll disappoint you."
"That is not a disappointing boner."
Sam slowly pulled his boxers down and Gabriel whistled.
"Uh, why would that be disappointing? That's huge!"
"Well, I may have been gay as long as I can remember but my brother suppressed those feelings by beating me."
"Give me his number, I'll fucking kill him."
"It's okay. It's in the past. Besides, I don't want you anywhere near him. He'll either hurt me or hurt you. The last thing I want is to be the reason you're hurt."
"Wait, so why did you think I'd be disappointed?"
"I never had a chance to...experiment...and learn."
Gabe snorted. "So, y-you're a virgin?"
"Don't laugh at me!" Sam cried as he pulled up his boxers.
"I'm not, that's really hot!"
Sam tilted his head and scrunched up his nose.
"Because getting fucked by a virgin is kinda like also being a virgin."
Sam laughed at Gabriel this time. "But you're not a virgin."
Gabriel frowned. "Absolutely not." Gabe went over to his dresser and started getting undressed to change his clothes. He pulled his shirt up over his head and revealed a faint six pack.
Gabriel didn't miss when Sam tried to speak but his throat swallowed deeply.
Only then did Sam realize how painfully hard he was.
"But I'll also get to fuck you, and I'll be the one to teach you."
"Yeah," Sam said, disappointed.
Gabriel put on a white t-shirt he borrowed from Sam and started undoing his belt buckle. "What's wrong, Sam? You sound disappointed," Gabriel said before mumbling about sleeping in jeans as he fumbled with the buckle.
"Well, you get to teach me, but I could never teach you anything."
Gabriel finally got the buckle off. He violently tore the belt out of his jeans and tossed it aside. He swiftly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.
Sam watched with a dry mouth as Gabriel's pants hit the floor. He...he wasn't wearing any boxers. Why wasn't he wearing any boxers while he was at work? It couldn't possibly be for...easy access, right?
"Don't worry, sleeping with you will be a whole new experience in its own."
Gabriel walked over to where Sam was standing, but he was too busy worrying about why his lover hadn't worn boxers at work to notice Gabriel gently pushing Sam onto the edge of the bed.
Gabriel could clearly see that Sam wasn't paying attention, straddled Sam, and pulled him in for a kiss, which, in turn pulled Sam out of his thoughts.
"Mmm, you still taste great in the morning."
Gabriel smiled and kissed him hotly. "Better not compliment me this early in the morning. It won't benefit your schedule."
Sam was about to say something before Gabriel started rolling his hips and all he could get out were quiet gasps and breathy moans.
The smaller man licked a stripe up Sam's neck, leaving bite marks and bruises up the side.
Sam had no experience which left him gripping Gabriel's hips for dear life.
"Gentle, baby. You might leave a mark that I'd see everyday. Now, wouldn't it be inconvenient to get a boner every time I go to the bathroom or change pants?" Gabriel said, gently pushing to make Sam lay down.
Sam gripped his hips even harder when Gabriel pulled back to unbutton Sam's boxers. Gabriel didn't take his attention away from nibbling Sam's ear to remove that barrier between him and his lover. Gabriel stood and took Sam's hand.
"Wha-" Sam was cut off by the slam of Gabe's door and the breath leaving his body when he was shoved against it. Sam looked down to see Gabriel on his knees pulling his boxers down.
"Baby, I want you," Gabriel moaned, "I want you to fuck my throat so hard it's sore for a day."
Sam looked at him, skepticism in his eyes. "I don't want to hurt you."
He moaned and bucked his hips when Gabriel took him in his hand and started pumping slowly. He said softly, "You won't hurt me, I promise."
Sam couldn't say anything before his entire world came crashing down when Gabriel licked the underside of his cock.
"Fuck Gabe!" Sam almost screamed as Gabriel swallowed him down in one take. He gripped the man's golden locks as he bobbed his head. Gabriel stopped moving and Sam whimpered. "Please, keep going. Don't stop."
"I want you to fuck my mouth, Sammy."
Sam didn't know what came over him, but next thing he knew, Gabriel was on the floor against the wall and he was thrusting into his mouth.
Sam groaned as he felt that familiar feeling of warmth pooling in his groin. "Fuck, baby, so good."
Gabriel moaned around his cock and Sam lost it, coming deep inside Gabriel's throat. Sam tightened his grip on Gabriel's hair and gave one final thrust deep enough for Gabriel to feel Sam's short pubic hair on his nose.
Gabriel let out a muffled noise as he came.
A few short minutes later, Sam called in and told them he'd be an hour to two hours late.
Sam and Gabriel spent the extra time laying in bed and holding each other.
TBC
A/N:
Merry Christmas! Or Happy Holidays! Whichever. I won't be able to work on my stories as I will have ventured into the Hell that is my dad's for Christmas. But when I get back after Christmas, I will continue this story and maybe write chapters for my other stories.
Have a good day! (or night)