Title: Don't Ask Don't Tell No More
Fandom: Transformers
Pairings/Characters: Epps, Sam
Word count: 551
Warnings: Don't Ask, Don't Tell
AN: Still reposting/posting.
The first time he had seen him, he had gotten a sweet smile from the long-haired man that spoke of unknown secrets. Granted they had been standing before a giant ass alien robot that had been frozen for who knew how long, but there had been more to that smile.
Epps though hadn't paid attention to that smile; rather he had been mesmerized by the braid that twitched with any little movement.
After everything was said and done with, they had set up base, Mikeala and Sam living on base for the rest of the semester, home schooling it. Mikeala had opted to go back home after the paperwork was done, while Sam had stayed, saying something that he had Seen he needed to, but didn't know why.
Epps hadn't minded one bit.
Over the next two years, they got to know each other. They had gone out with other friends, had even trained together, the bigger man teaching the cross dresser how to fight and run in anything that he wore. Sam had even learned how to use a few different guns to a rather nice degree.
Lennox had even given him a lady's gun for his 18th, just after he had gotten his license to carry and conceal.
When Don't Ask, Don't Tell had some up come up for revoking, Epps had found himself praying that it would go through. Living with the Autobots for so long had changed his views on sexuality and gender roles, letting him feel easier about his cross-dressing friend. Sam smiled any time they talked about the rulings at the time, making Epps wonder just what the younger man had Seen. When the news that Don't Ask, Don't tell had been thrown out, Epps had kissed Sam.
In front of everyone in the entertainment hanger.
They had gotten hoots, hollers and cat calls while their alien friends had watched over them with indulgent looks as Sam wrapped his arms around the bigger man's neck.
Epps hadn't really cared. All he had cared about was that Sam tasted like strawberries and sweet tea and that his lips were as soft as a flower petal, as cliché as it sounded.
Laughter drew him out of his thoughts, drawing his eyes to the brown ones that were sparkling in amusement.
"What's on your mind, E?" Sam asked. The dark male just quirked a lip upwards as he slid a hand down a lightly tanned hip.
"Just thinkin' how a picnic date turned into a rather wonderful memory to reflect on when I have to be alone," Epps drawled, getting a soft laugh from his lover.
"Well, I hope that won't be often," Sam said, shifting so that he could rub a leg against his lover's groin, teasing him. "I think it's a good thing that we have started to haul around supplies. It seems all our dates seem to end up with us doing something sexual."
"Can't say you didn't see that coming," Epps teasing, getting bright laughter from his lover.
"Of course I Saw it. There's a reason why I wore strawberry lip gloss," Sam purred, moaning as Epps flipped them over.
"So let me show you something you haven't seen," the bigger male purred.
"And what would that be?" Sam asked breathlessly.
"The stars and moon."