A/N: Hey folks! I know I said this would be a one shot, but I just couldn't resist! I loved your reviews and I'm so glad you liked the chapter. This was going to be only for my dear friend Anni, but she allowed me to publish it. I hope you like this, as well. Could be a little bit cheesy, but that's what you get when you wish for more. Anyway have fun and feel free to leave another review - Notradus
Sam made a few steps towards Sebastian and hunched his shoulders. "Gosh, this is so Geoff Johns, huh?"
It made Sebastian laugh a little bit, at least. And Sam smiled, too. Not this usual silly grin he always wore, no matter how inappropriate it was in that moment. No, this was more gentle, more sensitive. This was the smile Sebastian wanted to see everyday from now on. Only directed to him.
"But Bastian, this ... this could get kind of hard, because I don't want this to have an open ending."
Sebastian's eyes were fixated on Sam. He kept standing there in the empty halls. Who would return to his dorm this early? Especially on Valentine's Day? Well, except for Sebastian and Sam, of course. Something had approached them both to come here in he exact same moment. Maybe this was a sign that now was the right time, that this was the right place for them to be.
Sebastian seemed so vulnerable right now. Like Sam had never seen him before. He couldn't tell if he loved or hated to see him like that. On one side it meant he trusted him enough to let down all of his walls, to let him see what lay behind them. But on the other hand it was Sam who made him feel that way, insecure and sensitive.
"I can't promise you a happy ending. I can't promise you anything. You have to take what I can give and that's not much, cause I'm … Sam, I'm more than fucked up."
The blonde wetted his lips and took another step towards Sebastian who now was close enough for Sam to lay his hand on his shoulder.
"What if we make this a story with no end at all then?" his voice was only a quiet whisper, but to Sebastian it sounded like a scream. Like a loud scream of pleasure, as if they were the only two people on this crappy planet. It sounded like a promise. The first promise in Sebastian's life of that he was sure that it wouldn't be broken at the first opportunity.
"How are we going to do that?", he asked breathlessly, his eyes switching up and down between Sam's eyes and his lips. Those beautiful reddish lips, he couldn't stop himself from thinking about, how it would be to touch them, kiss them, taste them.
"First of all.", Sam whispered, his face getting even closer now. It was getting harder for Sebastian to concentrate on his eyes, when his lips were this close. It wouldn't have taken anything to just capture them in a hard kiss. Dominate Sam, push him against the door of his room. There was no one here. No one would see them. He could do to Sam whatever he wanted to do. He could make him do whatever he wanted. Make him kneel, make him suck, make him weak. He could do to him everything he did to all his previous bed buddies. But he didn't want all of that with Sam. At least not now. He wanted to listen to him. Wanted to hear what he had to say. So he did. "First of all we're going to need our beginning."
He broke the bit of distance that still laid between them and captured Sebastian's lips in a soft kiss. This was so much better than the things Sebastian had thought about. This wasn't hurried, it wasn't eager, but it was kind and caring. Promising and hoping. It was all both of them had wished for for a long time even though they didn't know it. And right now it didn't matter who was going to tell their story, because nobody could take them their perfect beginning.