Back in Pelican Town, they're greeted at the front door by Robin, and the promising smell of pumpkin soup. They collect their bowls from the kitchen, and then retreat downstairs to snuggle up on Sebastian's bed, in front of an episode of his favourite show.
"You said this wasn't going to be said," Sam complains once the episode's over.
"They lived happily ever after!" Sebastian protests.
"In the afterlife, Seb! That's sad!"
Sebastian sighs. "Well, there's a choose-your-own-adventure one in the new season, but the best ending is pretty sad-"
"No way," Sam interrupts, "I don't wanna watch anything depressing, and I bet that one won't even have any gay girls falling in love in it." He sighs. "Sorry, I shouldn't complain."
"You don't have to like everything I like," Sebastian says with a shrug. He climbs off the bed, and gathers their empty bowls. "I'm going to run these upstairs, before my mom comes looking for them and interrupts us. Do you need anything?"
Sam shakes his head, and Sebastian heads for the door. Settling back on Sebastian's bed, Sam pulls out his phone and opens their group chat with Abigail. He smiles to himself as he pulls up his photo gallery, and taps on the picture of him and Sebastian. It's heartwarming, seeing Sebastian smile in a picture for once, especially this picture – where Sam's arms are wrapped around him, and it's obvious that they're a couple.
He sends the picture to Abigail, who responds in a matter of seconds. "disgustingly cute ," she texts back. "have u guys touched wieners yet? "
"how do you delete someone elses texts," Sam writes in response.
Abigail sends him a couple pictures of eggplants, so Sam decides to ignore her. Hopefully Sebastian isn't planning on checking his phone for the rest of the night.
The bedroom door opens, and Sam stuffs his own phone back into his pocket as Sebastian joins him on the bed again.
"Hey, how's your ear doing?" Sebastian asks.
"It's good," Sam replies. The pain's settled down into a sort of dull, throbbing sensation. "How about your nose? Are we, uh, still gonna be able to kiss? Or do we have to wait a month? Because that would suck."
Sebastian smirks. "I think it'll be okay. We're definitely not going to last a month, either way." He leans into Sam's side, and rests his hand on Sam's thigh. "I had a really good time today," he continues, tracing circles again Sam's leg with his thumb. Sam glances over at him, and his smirk's softened into a smile. "Probably the best birthday I've had in awhile."
Sam shifts so that he can wrap an arm around Sebastian's shoulders. "I'm so glad to hear that," he says. "I wanted our first date to be perfect."
"Your perfect first date includes getting your ear pierced?" Sebastian teases, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, not exactly," Sam admits, "But still… I wouldn't change anything about today. I mean, I was a little nervous, but I had you there, and you always make me feel comfortable."
"I feel the same when I'm with you," Sebastian murmurs.
The conversations settles into silence, and Sam thinks back to earlier that afternoon. He'd also been nervous when they'd started talking about taking things further, but Sebastian had been so understanding… Sam was so lucky to have him as his boyfriend. It's way too soon to tell Sebastian that he loves him, but Sam knows there's other ways he can get that message across.
He kisses Sebastian's cheek, then moves so that he's straddling Sebastian's lap. Sebastian holds Sam by the waist, slipping his fingers up underneath the hem of Sam's shirt.
Sam pauses, not exactly sure where to begin. He's still a little afraid that he's going to bump Sebastian's new nose piercing if he goes for the mouth, so he aims lower, pressing his lips to the side of Sebastian's throat instead. Sam experiments with a few slow, chaste kisses, before he starts sucking at Sebastian's pale skin. Sebastian seems to really like that, his hands curling into Sam's hair, pulling at it in a way that Sam never thought would feel so good.
He pulls back to catch his breath, and Sebastian tugs at Sam's hair and his shirt, trying to pull him back down for more.
Sam toys with the hem of Sebastian's shirt, glancing at him for permission, before he slides the fabric up a couple of inches. Sebastian bites at his lower lip as Sam stares, tracing circles into Sebastian's sides with his thumbs. Fuck, he's so pretty; pale skin striking against his dark sheets. Sam wants more, wants to see and feel and taste all of Sebastian. He tugs at his own shirt, pulling it over his head and letting it drop over the side of the bed, so that Sebastian won't feel as exposed.
Sebastian sits up too, allowing Sam to help him out of his shirt, then sprawls back against his mattress, tilting his head back to expose more of his neck. Sam takes the hint, dipping down to kiss him again, trailing down his throat and along his collar bone, as Sebastian tugs at Sam's hair again. That, combined with the moans escaping from Sebastian's mouth, already has Sam straining against his jeans.
He wonders if Sebastian can feel how hard he is, how badly Sam needs to free himself from his stupidly tight jeans. He slips a hand between their bodies, struggling to work at the button and zipper on his own pants. Finally, he sits back again, using both hands to undo them.
"You can take them off, if you want," Sebastian suggests, eyeing Sam's pants. "I'll take mine off, too."
It's a tempting offer, and he knows Sebastian won't push him to get fully naked if he's not ready to. Sam nods, climbing off Sebastian to ditch his pants, while Sebastian lifts his hips off the bed to do the same. He straddles Sebastian again as soon they've both stripped down to their underwear, and his breath catches in his throat as he glances down at the growing bulge between Sebastian's legs.
Sebastian watches him, hands gently rubbing Sam's sides as he waits for Sam to make the first move.
Sam's sporting a similar-sized bulge in his own boxers, and the memory of the last time he'd gotten aroused in front of Sebastian is still fresh in his mind. He imagines what might've happened if Abigail hadn't interrupted them - Sebastian stroking him through his thin sweatpants, planting kisses down Sam's body, pausing just above his waistband - and Sam knows what he wants to do next.
He picks up where he left off – kissing Sebastian's neck, and then his collarbone, before trailing down his chest, towards the thin line of red hair that disappears down past the waistband of Sebastian's black boxer briefs. He hesitates, before kissing the bulge of Sebastian's cock over the fabric of his underwear, and the gasp that elicits from Sebastian is well worth it.
He presses another kiss there, and Sebastian tugs at his hair, this time using it to gently guide Sam back up to his lips. Sam rocks himself against Sebastian as they kiss, moaning into Sebastian's mouth.
"I wanna take things further," Sam gets out between kisses. "I'm ready."
"You're sure?" Sebastian asks, pulling back to look Sam in the eyes. Sam nods. "What do you want to do?"
He blushes. "Um, maybe we could take the rest of our clothes off first?" He wants to feel all of Sebastian, to feel the warmth of his skin against Sam's own, without any fabric separating them.
Sebastian nods, and Sam climbs off the bed so that Sebastian can get his boxer briefs off, and Sam can do the same. It's a little nerve-wracking getting naked in front of another guy for the first time, and that feeling amplifies when Sam takes a peek at Sebastian, and realizes that Sebastian's dick looks… different.
Oh, Yoba. Maybe there's something wrong with Sam's dick.
He wonders if it would be too late to pull his boxers back on and back out. No, that would probably freak Sebastian out. It's entirely possible that Sebastian has a weird dick, and Sam definitely does not want to hurt his feelings if he does.
"Huh," Sebastian says, breaking the silence first. "I didn't know you were circumcised."
"I, uh... I didn't realize that wasn't normal for everyone?" Sam replies. "I kinda just thought all dicks looked like that." He laughs nervously. "I was really worried for a second."
"You don't have anything to be worried about, dude."
"Well that's good," Sam says, "I'm glad you don't think I have a weird dick." He leans in for a kiss, and realizes that Sebastian's the one looking unsure now. "Hey, what's wrong?"
"Nothing." He's not looking Sam in the eyes anymore, so that's clearly a lie.
Sam grabs his hand. "Seb, come on, you can talk to me about anything. Did I do something wrong? Or say something?"
He shakes his head. "It's not you, Sam, it's just… do you really find me attractive? Honestly. Because you're really hot, and I really don't understand how you could have a body like that, and then see mine and think 'yeah, I'm into that'."
"I've had a crush on you forever, dummy," Sam replies. "You can't possibly think it was just because of your charming personality."
Sebastian shrugs. "Well I don't exactly have much else to offer."
"You're really smart," Sam begins, "like really smart, Sebastian. And you're really cool. And I don't care what anyone else thinks, I really like the way you look. Do you know how long it took me to find, uh… videos with guys like you?"
"I mean, I guess," Sebastian replies. He tucks his hair back behind his ear with his free hand. "So you don't think I'm too skinny, or small, or awkward?"
"I think you're gorgeous," Sam tells him. Is that a weird compliment to give a dude? Sam thinks 'handsome' sounds too much like something a mom would say.
Sebastian pulls him into an appreciative kiss all the same, so Sam must have made the right choice.
His cock brushes up against Sebastian's as he deepens the kiss, and Sam's reminded of what they were intending on doing. "Hey Sebby?" he asks, pulling back. "Um, do you wanna pick up where we left off?"
It doesn't take them long to get there; Sebastian gives him a light shove in the direction of the bed, and then climbs on top of Sam. His hands are back in Sam's hair, and it's like the first night they made out together, except it's so much better without pants on.
He rocks his hips upwards, moaning as he rubs up against Sebastian again. "You know what?" Sam murmurs, and Sebastian acknowledges his question with a hum of pleasure. "You've got a really cute butt." He squeezes it for emphasis.
"Nerd," Sebastian mumbles, but he seems pretty pleased with the compliment. "Want to try anything else?" he asks, sitting up a little. "Or do you wanna keep making out?"
Sam wasn't expecting them to even get this far, but now that they were he didn't want to stop. He's still not sure that he's ready for anything advanced - like a blowjob, for example - but he does want to do something that's at least a little special for Sebastian. "Um, maybe I could get you off, and then you could get me off?"
"What about both of us at the same time?" Sebastian suggests.
"Yeah," Sam agrees, nodding eagerly. "I wanna do that."
Sebastian climbs off his lap, and Sam whines as he pulls away. "So impatient," Sebastian mutters. He rolls over, rummaging around under his bed for a moment, and then he pops back up with a large plastic tube of lotion in his hand. "Thought you might want this."
"That's a lot of lotion, man," Sam teases, as Sebastian passes him the tube.
Sebastian groans as he sits up. "My mom just left it in my room one day. It was fucking embarrassing, dude."
"Are you serious?" Sam pauses mid squeeze. "Yoba, that's horrifying. Although, I guess it could be worse… I'm pretty sure my mom thinks touching yourself is a sin." Sam doesn't even want to know what his mom would think of what he's about to do with Sebastian. His heart's been racing since they started making out, and it feels like it's beating even faster in anticipation of what's coming next. "She's almost walked in on me so many times… fuck, I wish I had a lock."
"Hey Sam? Shut up," Sebastian says, tugging him into another kiss. "Not gonna stay hard for long if you keep talking about your mom."
"Sorry," Sam mumbles against Sebastian's lips.
"Give me that back." Sebastian takes the lotion back from Sam, squeezing some out onto his hand, before wrapping it around Sam.
Sam reaches for Sebastian, too – it's a little weird, trying to jerk off another dude, but it doesn't take him long to find an angle that works. Sebastian groans as Sam strokes him, and Sam uses his other arm to pull Sebastian closer, so that he's sitting in Sam's lap.
"Oh, Sebby," Sam moans, as Sebastian swipes his thumb over the head of Sam's dick. It feels different, but good, really fucking good, having Sebastian's slender hand squeezing and stroking his cock.
"Your hand feels so fucking big," Sebastian murmurs, as he thrusts into it. Sam wonders if he can fit his hand around both their dicks.
"Hey, stop for a second," Sam says, his voice breathy and uneven. "I wanna try something." He pulls Sebastian even closer, and then takes both of their cocks in his hand, stroking them together.
"Fuck," Sebastian gasps, his head falling forward so that it rests against Sam's shoulder. "Don't stop."
Sam presses his head against Sebastian, and pumps harder. It feels incredible, getting to be this intimate with Sebastian, and Sam can only imagine how magical their first time is going to be. Sebastian's fingers slip into his free hand - still slippery from the lotion - but it's such a sweet, tender gesture, and Sam wants the moment to last forever.
Forever, as it turns out, doesn't last very long.
Sam's cock twitches as he comes, and that seems to send Sebastian over the edge, too. Sam lets go of his hand so that he can wrap an arm around his waist instead, holding Sebastian close as Sam works him through his orgasm.
They stay like that for a few minutes, breathing heavily. Sebastian releases Sam's hand, looping both arms around his waist instead. It's nice, being able to bask moment with his boyfriend, rather than immediately scrambling to clean up, and hide any evidence from his family.
(One time he'd accidentally left a rather explicit picture open on his web browser, and his little brother had almost hopped on his computer to play a game.)
With that horrifying memory in mind, Sam decides they should probably clean up, before their luck runs out and someone comes downstairs to interrupt them.
Sam glances around for something they could use to clean themselves off. He can't see any tissues, and he really doesn't want to use his shirt, so he grabs a fistful of the bedsheets, and makes a futile attempt to wipe up the semen that's spilled all over his hand, stomach, and Sebastian's lap.
"Dude, stop." Sebastian bats his hand away. "You're gonna make an even bigger mess… let's just take a quick shower, okay?"
He frowns. "Isn't your mom gonna wonder why we're taking a shower together? At night?"
Sebastian raises an eyebrow. "I wasn't suggesting we take one together, but if you want to… I mean, I'm not gonna say no to sex twice in one night, if that's what you're getting at. Maybe give it a few minutes, though."
Sam freezes. "Wait, did that count? I thought sex was when you… go all the way?" Sebastian looks concerned by that, and Sam tries to backpedal. "Not that I didn't like it! I'm glad we did it, I just… I wanted our first time to be special? Like we were talking about earlier."
"Look, Sam… virginity is a made up concept anyways, like time, or aliens..."
"Fuck off," Sam replies, managing a laugh. "Aliens are totally real."
"Sure," Sebastian agrees. "So if you decide your virginity is intact until you get abducted by aliens and probed up the ass, then whatever, you know? It doesn't matter." He runs a hand through Sam's hair. "What matters is that you enjoyed it, and that you wanted to do it."
"Of course I wanted to do it," Sam replies. He looks down at the mess they've made. "I was just worried that maybe it wasn't good enough."
"Don't be," Sebastian says, as he pulls Sam closer, "that was great." He presses a quick kiss to Sam's lips. "You were great."
"You were, too," Sam assures him.
Sebastian kisses him again. "We can still have a special first time, if that's what you want. We'll work our way up until you're comfortable okay? And then when we're both ready to go all the way, we can call that our first time."
"That sounds perfect," he agrees. "Thanks, Sebby."
"Now come on, let's get in the shower," Sebastian says, getting up from Sam's lap. "Here, put your boxers back on; we can toss them in the wash after… along with my sheets. I am not sleeping on those."
Their quick shower takes them much longer than anticipated - Sebastian doesn't have a full-size shower in the basement bathroom, and Sam's having a hard time keeping his hands off Sebastian with the way they're pressed up together in the small shower stall. Eventually they manage to get cleaned off - with only a minimal amount of groping and kissing.
The washing machine is tucked in the basement bathroom, too, and Sebastian loads it with his sheets and their underwear, as Sam scrambles to find something to change into.
"I can't believe you didn't pack pajamas," Sebastian mutters, measuring out some liquid laundry detergent. "Or another pair of boxers, or socks . How many times have you slept over already? You could just leave some clothes here."
"I was in a hurry!" Sam protests. "I wanted to see my boyfriend!"
Sebastian's face goes pink. He quickly turns his back to Sam, gripping his towel tightly with one hand as he bends over to open the dryer. "Here, take these," he says, pulling out a pair of pajama pants, and tossing them to Sam. "I guess I'll wear the frog ones tonight."
Sam pulls on the the pants - they're a little too tight, and definitely too short, but he does think they make his ass look pretty great. He grins when he looks up at Sebastian, whose new pajamas fit perfectly. "Aww Sebby, they're so cute!"
"Shut up," Sebastian mutters, as his cheeks go from pink to red. This time he hides them by ducking into the bathroom closet, emerging with a set of flannel, Solarian Chronicles-themed sheets a moment later.
"Dude! I remember those!" Sam exclaims. "I can't believe you still have them."
"They're emergency sheets," Sebastian replies with a shrug. "You know, for when you spill black nail polish on your bed, or you get sick, or your boyfriend gets cum all over your sheets." It's Sam's turn to blush now, and Sebastian grins at him.
"It wasn't all over , dude," Sam mutters, "and some of it was yours!"
They exit the bathroom half-dressed with the bundle of clean sheets, and find Robin at the top of the stairs. "Do you need something, boys?" she asks, peering down at them. "I thought I heard the washing machine going."
"We spilled some soup on the bed earlier," Sebastian lies.
"Oh, do you want any help cleaning up?" she asks, with a look of concern. "You should have said something sooner, I could have done the laundry for you!"
"Nope," he answers quickly, "no, that's okay mom. We've got it under control. We didn't wake you up, did we?"
Robin shakes her head. "No, I was just getting ready to go to bed. Let me know if you need anything though, alright? Oh, and do the pajamas fit okay, Sebby?" She hasn't seemed to notice that Sam's wearing Sebastian's old pajamas, or that they've both got wet hair. At least if she does, she doesn't comment on it.
"Yeah mom, they're fine. Thanks. We'll see you in the morning."
"Goodnight!" Robin chirps.
"Night," Sebastian replies with a nod. He then grabs Sam by the arm, and pulls him back into his bedroom.
"Do you think she knows?" Sam asks, once they've got the new sheets on the bed.
"Yoba, I hope not," Sebastian groans. "She'd probably try to leave me a box of condoms next. If she's even cool with the whole gay thing, that is."
Sam's nervous about his parents finding out, too, but he pushes those thoughts aside to reassure Sebastian instead. "Hey, don't worry about that tonight. Your mom loves you, and she shouldn't stop just because you're gay." He pulls Sebastian into a hug. "She's always said that she just wants you to be happy. And I make you happy, right?"
"Of course," Sebastian answers, resting his head against Sam's shoulder. "What about you?"
"You've always made me happy, Sebby," Sam replies, squeezing him.
"You're such a sap," Sebastian complains, although he's grinning.
Sam shoves him onto the freshly-made bed. "Please, you love it when I get sappy."
He climbs onto the bed with Sebastian, who rolls over to snuggle into Sam's side. Sam wants to memorize that feeling forever, too. The gentle weight of Sebastian's head pillowed on his chest, his soft hair as Sam threads his fingers through it, the light patterns Sebastian's tracing into his side with his slender hands. He grins into Sebastian's hair, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.
"Happy birthday, sunshine," he murmurs.