Author's Note: So I've not been back from my holiday for very long, but I really wanted to get this final chapter of Arrival up. This chapter was quite an emotional one for me to write, but I have really enjoyed doing so – more than I have with recent chapters. I mean, I always enjoy it, but this one just seemed a lot more fun to get down. I think maybe it was the slight change in pace from the rest of the story so far, and maybe the more fun content. Anyway, enough of me blabbing on… On with the story! Here goes Arrival: Privacy.


Rory looked up from his book, turning his attention towards the evening twilight that was streaming through the window that he and Sam shared. Early evening had always been his favourite time of the day – the sky painted red, yellow and pink. There was just something about it that seemed so tranquil. So peaceful. In Ireland, his favourite thing to do was to watch the sunset over the hills. He had always wanted someone to sit with him, his hand wrapped in theirs, but he knew that it was just a flight of fancy. Romance like that didn't happen for gay people in his neighbourhood. He never quite understood why the locals disliked the idea of homosexuality so much, but that wasn't important right now. What was of vital importance, was what he should do about Sam. How could he convince the boy that he would never hurt him like the boy before him had? How could that boy have hurt Sam so much? What had he done? Rory felt his nails digging into his palms as he thought of what that douche had done to hurt the boy that he loved. Yeah, he loved Sam. They hadn't known each other for particularly long, but he was just one of those people that Rory felt an immediate connection with. He was intensely likeable, and so kind. And then there was that kiss. Rory's first kiss. It was amazing, but then Sam had been so worried. So scared of what might happen. He was probably scared that Rory would behave like the boyfriend that came before him. That had to be it right? That boy must've done something so terrible that Sam was worried that his future partners were going to do the same. Rory's heart ached at the thought. Sam, of all people, shouldn't have to deal with that kind of pain. A scar that ran deep into his heart. He was such a kind, loving, amazing person. What had he done to deserve an ex-boyfriend who was so cruel and hurt him so much? Nothing. And now Rory was left trying to figure out how to prove to the blonde boy that he wasn't like his predecessor. That he would care for Sam, that he would look after him and that he wouldn't ever need a second chance. That he would love him like he needed to be loved. That if Sam gave him a chance, he would try his hardest to give the boy the happiest times of his life. He wanted to share the smallest moments with the boy. Wanted to go for a walk through the park with him, wanted to go to a funfair with him, wanted to hug him whenever he wanted, wanted to feel his lips against his own. He wanted to go for a picnic in the summer and watch the sun set on the horizon, wanted to be able to look deep into Sam's eyes, and just say those three words – 'I love you'. He wanted to help Sam to heal. He just really, really wanted to be with him. Was that just a little too much to ask?

He turned his attention back to his homework, hoping that maybe once he'd finished his maths, he would have a clear head, and then maybe he could properly address this situation with Sam. He wondered where the boy was. Sam had said he was popping out for a little while, but didn't really mention where. Not like he would have to, but Rory found it quite odd that Sam hadn't considering he normally did. A rock song began playing on the radio, and it was just a racket that he really didn't need right now. Maths was definitely his weakest subject, and this loud nonsense really didn't help him concentrate. He clicked the button to change the station, and he found one that was playing much more gentle music - a lot of it was ballad-like pop. He looked back down at his page. It was a mess. Scribblings everywhere, but none of them brought him any closer to the answer. It was getting dark now in the room. Rory reached for the light on the bedside table, clicking the switch, and immediately the whole room was a hell of a lot brighter. He touched his pencil to the pad, but he was completely lost. This was like flogging a dead horse. Probably best to ask one of the Evanses to help. He stood up, closing his notebook in his hands, and taking his pencil with him. He reached the door before stopping. That… That was it! He rushed back towards the radio, listening to the song that was playing. How did he never think of that? That song was how he would prove that he wouldn't dream of hurting Sam. That song was the answer to one of his problems. He grabbed the computer that he and Sam both used, and booted up the internet, looking for the lyrics and sheet music to the song. It only took him ten minutes at most, if that. This music actually looked pretty simple. Maybe… Yeah, maybe that would work. Rory glanced over at Sam's guitar. Surely he wouldn't mind? No, of course not. He reached over for it and pulled it closer to him, getting himself into position. The music for the guitar version was really easy. Rory hadn't played in a long time, but maybe even his rusty skills would cope with this. It was just simple chord progression. His fingers strummed as he hummed the lyrics out. It sounded pretty decent. He looked at the clock. Maybe. It was worth a shot. He had no idea when Sam would be getting home, but if he really tried hard, he might be able to get the song into a good condition.


Sam closed his car door and his trainer met with the damp grass. There was something so cold about this place. He often wondered whether people looked for miserable places to put cemeteries, or whether it was the fact that it was a cemetery that made it miserable. He wondered through the grass towards the grave he was looking for. It was getting dark out – the sun had just gone down. He probably shouldn't have stopped to get a drink on the way here. Nor should he have spent so long looking for the perfect flowers. And there it was. Blaine Anderson. He smiled a sad smile as he saw the headstone. He knelt down in front of it, not caring if his trousers got a little muddy in the process. He carefully arranged the flowers, making sure that they looked just perfect. He felt a tear trickle down his cheek, and sadness sweep through him. It had been too long since he had last visited.

"Blaine. I don't know what to do. There's this guy. Rory. And I really like him. Really, really like him. I might even love him. But I don't think I can get involved with him, without feeling guilty. Guilty that I'm letting you go. I wish you were still here Blaine. Then I would never have to let you go. I wouldn't have any of these issues. I'm not blaming you. I'm not. I just want a sign. Something. Something to say that it's okay for me to move on. Something that says it's okay for me to love again. Blaine. I love you. But, I want to start moving on. Just give me a sign that you're okay with that. Anything. I don't care what". Sam sat there in silence for another five minutes, taking in his surroundings before heading back to his car. He really needed to get back – his family would be wondering where he was. He didn't want to panic them. He turned on the engine, pulled out of the cemetery, and turned onto the main road. Rory. How could he kiss him like that and then just say that he wasn't ready for a relationship? He must've hurt the boy quite a bit – and if he hadn't he'd probably at least confused him.


It was pitch black by the time he got back to the house. He placed his key into the latch and turned to open the door. He could hear guitar music gently in the background, almost as if someone was trying to play secretly. Nobody in the house, apart from him, could play though. That was odd. He wandered into the living room, to see his parents sitting on the couch. They both had a content smile on their faces.

"Hey, where's that music coming from?" Sam was quite curious now, and as he took his jacket off and placed his keys on the counter, he waited to hear his parents' response.

"It's coming from your room. It has been for a while now. We quite like it." Okay, this was definitely getting interesting. He went back out into the hallway. The music stopped, and Rory appeared at the top of the landing.

"Sam!" He looked shocked to see the boy, which had Sam a little confused. He did live here after all. "I was wondering if you were ever gonna get back! Can I borrow you?" Sam nodded his head, and followed Rory into their bedroom. What he saw was a little shocking to say the least. Instead of the boring old room he was used to seeing, lit by the lamp in the corner, Rory had managed to gather some candles and light the place really beautifully. He was amazed to say the least.

"But, Rory, how… Why…"

"I wanted to show you that I really want to be with you." Rory was smiling as he took in Sam's slightly shocked expression.

"But, why? And, what about…"

"Sam, you are the nicest person I've ever met. You've been so kind to me, you've cared about me, even though we haven't known each other long at all. That's why I really want to show you something." Rory grabbed the guitar, and his fingers began gently playing the melody. Luckily he had managed to memorise the simple tune just in time.

All I know is that you're so nice,

You're the nicest thing I've seen,

I wish that we could give it a go,

See if we could be something.

Rory was concentrating so intently on getting the words and music right that he missed a single tear begin to form in Sam's eyes as the blond boy sat on the floor in front of the bed. Maybe this was the sign he had been looking for. Maybe he could really try going further with Rory. Maybe he could really give it a go. He looked at the boy in front of him, who had obviously spent a fair bit of time learning the music to the song he was singing. The way the guitar sat with him… It looked nice. It looked right. Rory looked right with something of Sam's. Maybe that was also a sign. A sign that they would work well together. The music and the vocals. Sam's guitar and Rory's voice. A match made in heaven. Or maybe, Sam and Rory generally. Yeah, that sounded right. Sam and Rory. Oh look, here come Sam and Rory. It sounded so right.

I wish I was your favourite boy,

I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world,

I wish my smile was your favourite kind of smile,

I wish the way that I dressed was your favourite kind of style.

This was such a beautiful song. Sam wondered whether it was big in Ireland. But really, that was only a small thought that left his mind as quickly as it entered. His thoughts were thrown right back to the boy singing the song to him as Rory began to tear up with the lyrics. Sam's heart almost broke at the sight of the tears rolling down the Irish boy's cheeks. But when Rory looked at him and smiled, he was too stunned by the boy's beauty to do anything. Rory's face was just so perfect. Beautiful. It wasn't like he had amazing cheekbones or anything, it was just such a classically beautiful face. His skin tone as well – it was a lot paler than that of most other boys Sam had seen, and it was amazing. Stunning. Just like everything about the boy.

I wish you couldn't figure me out,

But you always wanna know what I was about,

I wish you'd hold my hand,

When I was upset,

I wish you'd never forget,

The look on my face when we first met.

Sam could actually really clearly remember Rory's face when they first met. He remembered the boy being nothing like he had anticipated. To be fair, he had completely pictured the stereotype Irish man, so it was really very unlikely that Rory would be anything like that. Rory was so much better. So, so much better. Sam wondered what he had done to deserve two such amazing people in his life – first Blaine, and now Rory. God he loved them both so much. Maybe that was the answer after all. Maybe he could love them both. He didn't have to give up on Blaine, because he could just love Rory as well. He wouldn't need to drive Blaine and his past out of his life. This was perfect! Sam felt himself tearing up as the song continued. Rory's voice was so beautiful.

I wish you had a favourite beauty spot,

That you loved secretly,

'Cause it was on a hidden bit,

That nobody else could see,

Basically, I wish that you loved me,

I wish that you needed me,

I wish that you knew when I said two sugars,

Actually I meant three.

Sam had to stop Rory there. He couldn't take it anymore. He pushed his lips onto those of the smaller boy, and he felt him begin to kiss back. Lightning seemed to course through the kiss as Sam leaned into it, and his hands moved to cup Rory's face. They broke apart, and Sam looked into Rory's eyes. Tears were falling down both of their faces.

"I do love you. I do need you. Rory, will you be my boyfriend?" Rory made a small smile, and nodded his head gently. "I'm sorry, I can't quite hear you." Rory glanced back up at Sam, laughing gently.

"Yes. I'd love to be your boyfriend". Sam smiled at his boyfriend. Wow. His boyfriend. He moved forwards, going in for another kiss. It was perfect. Rory couldn't believe it. His plan had actually worked. He smiled as he felt Sam's tongue moving along his lip, asking for access. Rory allowed the boy in, and the blonde pushed himself into the kiss. He lay back on the bed as Sam climbed on top of him. The kiss deepened and Rory felt tears of joy rolling down his cheeks. His first boyfriend. Sam Evans.

I wish that without me your heart would break,

I wish that without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake,

I wish that without me you couldn't eat,

I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep.

Sam could feel Rory getting into the kiss, and as he positioned himself to get more comfortable, he felt the boy's erection rubbing against his leg. That was an instant turn on, and Sam felt himself straining against his trousers. He pulled away from the Irish boy, and gave him a wink, moving in for another kiss as his hand traveled south, cupping his boyfriend's erection through his jeans. Sam felt Rory tense, and he smiled into the kiss as the Irish boy relaxed. He felt cruel palming the boy through his jeans, so as he continued the kiss, he lifted himself up more, unbuckling Rory's belt, and pulling open the boy's jeans enough for him to slip his hand underneath. The moment his hand touched the Irish boy's cock without barriers, Rory gasped, breaking the kiss. Sam slid back, pulling Rory's jeans with him, properly exposing him for the first time. Sam took a deep breath.

"God Rory, you're so beautiful." Rory blushed as Sam's hand moved up and down his length, and groaned in pleasure as he felt the boy kiss his thigh, moving up towards his dick. As Sam's tongue first met with the head, Rory jerked up. This was his first time ever do anything sexual with anybody, and it was the most amazing experience. He wasn't sure how long he could last, and when Sam took him into his mouth fully, he knew he was going to cum soon.

"S-Sam, I'm going to…" Sam nodded and just moved quicker. Rory wrapped his fingers in the blonde's hair, and soon he could feel his orgasm coming. Sam continued to suck him while he came, and after he was done, Rory pulled him up to kiss him.

Look, all I know is that you're the nicest thing I've ever seen,

And I wish that we could see if we could be something,

Yeah I wish that we could see if we could be something.

As Rory lifted Sam's shirt off the boy, he was completely taken aback by the beauty of the boy he was now going out with. Sure, he had seen Sam shirtless before – hell, they were living in the same room, but… But now he could touch, he could feel. Sam was his, and nobody else's, and as he felt his pride rising, he began to lower himself, making sure to touch Sam's body on the way down. He undid his lover's trousers, making sure to pull his boxers down with them. Sam was certainly packing – no doubt about that. God, it was so perfect. Sam was just generally perfect. Rory held the boy's dick in his hand, getting used to the feel of it before wrapping his lips around the tip. Sam grunted. Rory had said he'd never done anything before, was he lying or was he just a natural? Rory moved his tongue around, and he could feel Sam beginning to lose control. The blonde patted Rory's head, letting him know he was about to lose control. Rory didn't stop. He wanted to taste Sam, to treat him the same as Sam had done him. He couldn't quite swallow it all, but that apparently didn't matter as Sam pulled him up for a kiss, tasting himself on Rory's lips. Sam smiled. Rory smiled. They were together and happy.


So there we go! Oooh romance is happening :D Sory romance is a goooo! Hey, do you think I've said romance enough in this little bye-bye bit yet? Well, actually, it's because it's the name of the next section! So yeah, I'll see you next time in... Romance ;)