So, we're checking up on Xavier and Sam while Joanna and Jackson are on their honeymoon. Don't worry the next chapter will be Joanna and Jackson going to LA for the first time. Any ideas of what celebs they should see/meet? I've got a few!

Xavier

Sam was the dominant one in our relationship and he never ceased to amaze me with his gentleness and loving gestures. His hand cupped my neck as he brought his lips to mine. He was only a half inch taller than me, but he always thought that I was so much smaller and more delicate than I actually was. My back arched as he rested his hand on my waist.

"Xavier," he panted, his hips pressing against mine.

Both of our very obvious erections brushed together, and my hips bucked up into his. He whimpered into the kiss. My head spun with the lack of oxygen, and I had to pull away. Sam laid his head on my chest, panting, and I stroked his hair.

"I love you so much," he whispered, kissing my neck.

I kissed his head, and murmured, "I love you too."

We laid in silence together for a while, until I finally worked up the courage to ask Sam the one thing I wanted from him.

"Make love to me."

Sam's head popped up, and I couldn't look at him. I didn't want to see his face.

"Zay," he coaxed gently. I still didn't look at him. "Baby, look at me."

I pulled my eyes to him, expecting to be rejected and hurt like every other time those words had come out of my mouth, and a tear slipped down my cheek without my permission. Sam's face was concerned and soft when I looked at him. He wiped the tear away and kissed my forehead.

"I won't reject and hurt you like all those other boys did. I will always give you what you want, and I will always love you," he promised me.

He pulled me up to sit with him and he wrapped his arms around me, holding me against his chest. He stroked my blond hair out of my face and rubbed my back.

"No one will ever hurt you like that again, baby," he crooned, kissing me on the lips gently.

He eased me back onto the bed and I recoiled slightly when his hand stroked me through my pajama pants. We were alone in my house tonight, and I was thankful. My hips lifted off the bed, pushing against Sam's hand. I was terrified to actually give myself to him, but yet I wanted him to have all of me. I knew he wouldn't push me. He'd had a serious relationship before he met me, and he wasn't a virgin anymore. I'd had three very unhappy and abusive relationships before Sam, and he knew all about it. No one else knew except for my family, Sam, and Sam's family. I'd never felt loved by anyone but my family until I met Sam.

"Easy, sweetheart. I won't hurt you," he soothed me, stroking my hair away from my face.

His blue eyes were gentle and caring as I looked up at him. He cupped his hand around my cheek and stroked my cheekbone with his thumb.

"I won't hurt you," he repeated in a whisper, and brushed his lips over my forehead.

I nodded, "I know."

I trembled under his warm hands as they pulled my pajama pants off along with my boxers. My face flushed a bright shade of red but he distracted me by making me sit up and take my shirt off. His hands trailed over my chest as I laid back down. He tugged his shirt off, and I swallowed hard. This was happening. I started to shake, and my breath started coming in shallow, uneven gasps. Every time I'd gotten this far with someone, I'd been hurt. Emotionally, mentally, and physically I'd been hurt. I hid it so well from my friends, but when I was with Sam I couldn't hide anything.

I closed my eyes, trying to calm my breathing, and a minute later I felt Sam's hand on my cheek.

"Xavier? Sweetie, what's wrong?" Sam asked anxiously.

I opened my eyes and he was hovering over me. He looked scared and worried.

"Nothing, baby. I'm fine. Just––some memories," I soothed him. "God, you're so beautiful."

His cheeks flushed pink and I smiled. My eyes raked up and down him, taking all of his beautiful body in. I couldn't believe that I was finally going to give my virginity to my boyfriend. He was my life, and I never wanted to let him go. Even though I'd come so close to losing my virginity in all of my relationships, that never happened because I was always hurt before they ever got anywhere near where they wanted to be. They had always been rough and unloving and I'd always either made them leave my house or left theirs as fast as possible.

I had three older brothers and one older sister. I was the youngest and all my siblings were very protective of me now after all my horrible relationships. They all adored Sam because he treated me so well and so lovingly and never hurt me.

"This will hurt, sweetheart. But you just need to relax," Sam told me, and I stiffened when I felt him stroke my entrance with a slick finger.

"Relax, baby," he whispered, kissing my neck. "Shhhh, just relax."

I began to relax when his finger slipped inside me and I began to tremble with the pleasure of it. Sam smiled against my neck and left a soothing kiss on my shoulder.

"That's it, Zay. See, it's not too bad," he crooned, brushing his lips over my cheekbone.

I arched away from him slightly when he slid a second finger into me, but relaxed as the pain subsided quickly. When Sam was sure that I was ready, he pulled away and slid a condom on his erection. He leaned over me, pressing soft kisses to my face.

"I'm not going to risk your health. I have no idea if any of the boys I've been with had HIV or AIDS. I'm not going to get you sick. I will do everything to keep you safe," he murmured, and my heart swelled with the love I felt from and for him and with the fact that he would do that.

I kissed him, and winced when he eased himself inside me. The pain burned through me, but I locked my eyes with Sam's to distract me. The deep cobalt blue washed over the pain like cool water, soothing me. I tried to relax as he seated himself fully inside me, and his hand stroked the skin at my waist comfortingly.

"Are you ready?" Sam asked me, and I nodded.

He pulled out, and pain and pleasure shot through me. The pleasure was so intense that it was close to the point of pain. Sam panted out my name along with some professions of his love for me. My back arched roughly as he thrust back inside me and he pressed his lips to my forehead.

"I'm so glad I have you," he crooned, and continued to pull out and push back in.

"Baby, I love you. It doesn't hurt anymore, I promise. Make love to me like you mean it, Sam. I want to feel all your love for me," I whimpered.

Sam smiled and brushed his lips against mine. His hips began to move quicker and mine began to meet his.

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I woke up with sunlight shining right on my face. I had my lanky body curled up against Sam's chest, and his arms were wrapped around me. Last nights events came back to me and I smiled. I could never regret what happened, and I would only love Sam more because of what happened.

I disentangled myself from Sam, and covered him up. He needed to sleep late today. He's given me so much, and he deserved to be taken care of. I pulled on some pajama pants, and immediately felt the soreness and pain from last night. When my siblings came back home today, they would immediately know what I'd done last night. I was never going to be ashamed of it, and I knew they'd just be proud of me.

Settling on the couch in the family room, I stretched out trying to ease the pain. I watched ESPN while they recapped a baseball game from the previous night (a baseball game Sam and I missed), and just thought about last nights events. Sam had been so beautiful as he made love to me. Sweat had glistened on his skin, making his body slid against mine, and his lips had worshiped every inch of skin they could reach.

The front door opened and my second oldest brother came in.

"Morning, Zay. How was your sleep over with Sam last night?" He teased.

"It wasn't a sleep over, Aaron," I growled.

He raised his hands in surrender, and ruffled my hair as he passed me. Even though we always acted tough with each other, my brothers, sister, and I were never actually mean with each other. We loved each other and never meant to hurt one another. My brothers even would kiss my head or forehead when they would pass by me or whenever they just wanted to make me blush. My sister, Nicole, and my oldest brother were the most affectionate towards me. Nicole was four years older than me and loved me more than anything in the world.

"Hey, sweetheart," Nicole crooned, kissing my head as she passed.

Danny, my oldest brother, was the most protective of me. He was gay also, and always looked out for me. He was married to his partner, Tom, one Summer when they stayed in Maine for a month. Though when they came back home, it didn't matter because Georgia doesn't allow gay marriage. They could care less, and just loved each other. I envied him for his guts and his bravery.

"Good morning, beautiful," Danny greeted me, kissing my cheek.

I grinned at him. He was my favorite out of my siblings, and he was my best friend. He had the most infectious smile and no one couldn't not smile when he was smiling.

Now, the middle child of my family, Leroy, was shy and insecure. That is, until he found his calling in art and became a very well known artist in the state of Georgia.

"What's up, bud? Did you have fun while we were gone to Atlanta?" Leroy asked, smiling and smoothing my hair back.

None of my brothers were afraid to show me affection, even in public. Believe it or not, all my brothers were taller than I was. My dad was six feet and six inches tall and we were all tall. Even my mom was tall. She was five feet and nine inches tall. My sister was five feet seven inches.

I nodded and stretched out more on the couch as my parents walked past, greeting me. I stretched my legs out and gasped when pain shot through my muscles. Danny smirked at me, and my cheeks flushed red. I turned my attention back to the baseball game. He wait until the rest of our family was in the kitchen, and turned the TV off. He crouched in front of me, and laid his hand on my shoulder.

"Zay? Did you and Sam...last night?" He asked me, not wanting to make me uncomfortable but wanted an answer.

I turned my face away, and nodded. He let out a breath and pushed some hair away from my face.

"Were you okay?"

I knew what he meant, and nodded again.

"I'm glad you've finally connected with Sam like that. He loves you very much, Xavier. But don't ever let him hurt you," Danny told me.

I nodded once more, and wrapped my arms around my brother. He hugged me, rubbing my back, and kissed my forehead.

"Is Tom coming over today?" I asked him as he stood up.

"I think. We'll have to see. Are you going to tell Mom and Dad?"

I flushed again, and looked down at my lap. "I just...can't right now. It's too new and different. They'll have a heart attack when I tell them."

"Do you regret it?" He asked.

"No. I could never regret anything I do with Sam," I explained.

Danny smoothed my hair down as he walked back into the kitchen.

"Zay?"

I sat up when I heard Sam's sleepy voice from my bedroom. I stood, trying not to whimper, and made my way back to my room.

"What's wrong, babe?" I asked him.

He was sitting up in my bed his cheek flushed a light pink, and his lips full and slightly bruised. I'm sure I looked similar.

"I didn't know where you were. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Sam. Danny figured it out. They all just came back, and he knows now. I don't think I can tell my parents yet, but I can't ask you to keep it to yourself if you don't want to," I told him.

"Do you regret it yet?" He asked me.

"No," I murmured, moving to sit on the bed next to him. "I could never regret anything that I do with you."

We kissed each other languidly for a few moments, until I helped him up and into some of my sweatpants and a t-shirt. I put a shirt on too, and we walked as well as we could out into the living room.

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"I heard you and Sam had fun last night," Tom said as I stood in the kitchen, making Sam and I lunch.

It was a rainy Saturday and no one wanted to do anything but stay inside.

Tom had come over and now he knew. Danny could keep stuff from our family, but not Tom.

I sighed. "Yeah. I'm gonna kill Danny."

"Now don't be mad at him. We've been there and done that, Zay. I don't think any less of you and Sam. I'm actually proud of you, as is Danny. You've finally found someone you can love and share that kind of experience with," Tom explained.

I sighed again, and nodded. "Thanks."

I took mine and Sam's sandwiches out into the living room where everyone was crowded around the Braves and Yankees baseball game.

I sat with Sam on the love seat, and I could tell all my family was happy that I was finally safe and happy with someone who loved me.

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It's been three days since Sam had made love to me and I couldn't have loved him more. I checked to make sure no cars were coming down the street, but Sam was walking backwards across already, trying to coax me across to the art gallery Leroy was being showcased at. I didn't have time to call out to Sam as I saw the black car squeal out onto the street and barrel towards Sam.

The scream that was ripped from my throat was drowned out by the screeching of tires as the front of the car connected with his legs. His head crashed into the hood and then he rebounded and slumped to the ground. He kind of caught himself before his head could make contact with the ground, but he was hurt badly.

"LEROY!" I screamed desperately as I bolted over to Sam.

Leroy appeared in the doorway to the art gallery and immediately pushed through the quickly forming crowd to get to us. He called 911 and spoke to them as I tried to keep Sam calm. He was conscious and trying not to scream from the pain in his body.

I watched with worry and horror as they put Sam in the ambulance. I climbed up into the back with him, holding his hand.

"Are you his friend?" The EMT asked me.

I debated on whether or not to tell him the truth. I had to be honest. I didn't care if he didn't like that we were gay.

"I'm his boyfriend," I said.

I could tell he wasn't expecting that answer, and his eyes widened ever so slightly. "Oh, okay."

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They'd examined Sam and had found his shin in his right leg was fractured in two places and his knee had become very swollen. I sat in the waiting room. It was freezing cold and I shivered even though I was in jeans and a sweater. Sam's favorite sweater on me. It was a dark hunter green.

"Zay?"

I looked up when I heard the familiar soft voice. Joanna stood in front of me, her blond hair pulled back into a messy bun, and her brown eyes worried and concerned. Jackson stood behind her, his hand resting on her back, and his light blue eyes were soft and gentle as he looked at me.

"Hey," I whispered.

"How are you?" Joanna asked gently, smoothing my hair back.

"I'm okay. I'm really cold though," I mumbled.

I realized Jackson was holding a sweatshirt and he handed it to me.

They sat with me forever, and I eventually laid on the bench with my head in Joanna's lap. She stroked my hair and I dozed on and off.

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"Xavier? Honey, wake up."

I jumped and sat up quickly when I heard Joanna's voice in my ear and felt her hand prod me.

"Easy. Shhhh, it's just me," she soothed me, and smoothed my hair back.

"Where's Sam?" I asked anxiously.

"He's in his room. Jackson's in there with him while he wakes up. That's why I'm waking you up," she murmured, and kissed my forehead. "Come on. Let's go see him. Jackson has you and me some coffee or whatever too."

We walked together to Sam's room, and I bit my lip when I saw him. His right leg was just a lump under the sheets, but he was awake and talking to Jackson. Joanna moved over to Jackson and took a spot in his lap. Sam locked his eyes on me and I bolted over to him. I buried my face in his shoulder, and he rubbed my back.

"I'm fine, Zay. Shhhh, baby, please don't cry" he soothed me.

I nodded and sat back in a chair on the opposite side of his bed than Jackson was on.

Jackson gave me a cup of coffee and I sat in the chair, holding Sam's hand as I drank it.

How many of you knew something bad was going to happen after Zay and Sam "got it on"?

A few?

That's what I thought. ;D

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