_ Chapter Eight _

Author's Note: Hello everyone! I wish to thank All American Idiot for favoriting and following this story because I received an email about it which lead to me wanting to revive this story once more! Last night's chapter was already more than halfway finished so I just had to finish it up and post it but today's chapter is the first I worked on in quite some time. I hope you enjoy it! Thanks for being patient. Any ideas? Please send them my way. Thanks again!

Warning: Slight intimacy ahead.

Two days passed. Two whole days in which Sam did not see Butchy.

Despite having forgiven their eldest son for abandoning their youngest son at the beach, Lucia and Henry decided to ground the biker.

He was forced to stay home during those two days and spend time with his brother. His Harley keys were taken away from him so he really had no way of leaving home.

Instead, he was forced to endure countless board games with Lucas and "riveting" stories about the "amazing" waves Lucas surfed the day he spent all day at the beach. Sam listened to them halfheartedly and nodded along whenever necessary.

Lucas' story telling ended about half an hour ago and now the two brothers lounged in the living room, the radio playing Elvis in the background. Lucas was flipping through a surf catalog while Sam stared at the ceiling and trailed off in thought.

What was Butchy doing? What was he thinking? Did he think that Sam was avoiding him? Did he think that Sam regretted or was even embarrassed by almost kissing him?

Sam's fear must have shown as he stared up at the ceiling, brows furrowed in worry.

"What's going on between you and Butchy?" Lucas suddenly asked as he lowered the catalog to his lap and turned to face his older brother.

"What, what do you mean?" Sitting up on the couch, Sam turned his eyes to his brother and arched a brow.

"Dad and mom didn't see you two because they were scanning the beach to our right. I was the one that saw you two and pointed you out when the headlights startled you."

I was the one that saw you two.

"What exactly did you see?"

With a huff, Lucas tossed the surf catalog onto the coffee table and moved to settle down onto the couch besides the biker.

"I saw you two almost kissing. Do you like him?"

Sam's heart leapt in his chest as he bit down on his lower lip and worried it between his teeth.

"Sam, you know that I won't tell anyone. Just as you won't tell anyone that I like Tanner."

"You like that giddy little surfer?" Sam asked in surprise, pleased to change the subject.

"Hey! I didn't say anything about you liking that weird talking biker." Lucas scowled.

"Sorry, sorry." Sam smiled sheepishly before tilting his head to the side. "Huh, we haven't spent too long here and we're already crushing like two schoolgirls."

Laughing at the joke, the blonde shook his head before leaping to his feet.

"Well hopefully those two don't do just that: crush us."

Sam forced a smile but it didn't quite reach his eyes. He could only hope that both relationships didn't turn out that way.

On the day that Henry finally returned Sam's keys, the biker was already dressed in tight jeans, a denim vest, and biker boots. He quickly dashed out of the house and mounted his Harley in one fluid motion before speeding off down the open road.

He was going to see Butchy.

The only place he could think of finding him was Big Momma's so that was where the biker headed.

After finding a parking spot and rushing inside, he looked about the ever crowded place and found no Butchy. There were a few bikers here and Sam chatted with a few of them before asking them if they had seen Butchy.

"He's probably out causing some trouble."

Those were the key words that told Sam where exactly the leader of the Rodents was. With a mumbled 'thanks', he was out the door and back on his bike where he went straight to where he knew Butchy would be.

Butchy's motorcycle was parked in the same spot from yesterday and it was where Sam parked his own before he made his way over to the brick wall.

The whole walk, Sam's heart was beating rapidly in his chest while his breathing grew ragged. His fingers twitched and the palms of his hands began to sweat as he tried to figure out what exactly he was going to say and do.

His thoughts were soon interrupted by Butchy's voice as he called out to Sam from his spot on the sandy ground.

"I was wondering where you had run off to!"

Even though he laughed, Sam could tell that Butchy was nervous. He couldn't blame him.

Three days ago, the leader of the Rodents had insinuated a kiss that had been interrupted. Two whole days had then passed without contact and Sam knew how nervous he had been in those days, he could only imagine how Butchy felt.

A thick silence hung over them as Butchy stayed seated on the ground, both legs stretched out before him. He stared up at Sam with both worry and wonder in his eyes.

Sam opened and closed his mouth, unable to form any words to explain why he was there. No words came to mind.

No words.

Perhaps words wouldn't help in this situation.

With that in mind, Sam took a deep breath before boldly crossing the sand to stand before Butchy. Once there, he thought of nothing as he moved to seat himself on the brunette's lap.

"What are you-?" Butchy's eyes bugged out as the other teen got comfortable in his lap.

Without a response, Sam pulled Butchy into a deep kiss, hands moving to grip the sides of his neck. Butchy made a sound of surprise before wrapping both arms around his waist and returning the kiss.

They kissed each other deeply and hungrily, teeth pulling at lower lips as tongues dragged across one another.

Pulling Sam's body flush against his, Butchy couldn't help the heat that flared up within him. His hands moved up the other's spine, fingers digging into the denim that covered his upper torso. One swift tug would slide away the only fabric Sam wore to cover his chest and back.

As if realizing this, Sam allowed Butchy to slide the vest down his arms before flicking it to the side. Ending their kiss, Butchy leaned back and moved brown eyes over the well sculpted body before him.

Sam had fair skin with an array of tattoos on his left and right arms. His body was lined with taut muscles and as Butchy ran his fingers along the other's flesh, he couldn't help but picture how the blue eyed beauty would look writhing underneath him, moaning out his name.

Face darkening in a blush, Butchy dipped down and pressed a tender kiss to Sam's chest, right where his heart was beating. Sam's nimble fingers slid into brown locks, tugging at them.

Lifting his gaze, Butchy smiled. "Well, I sure am glad you decided to pay me a visit. A bit overdue but it'll do."

"Sorry about that. Parents grounded me for two days for the stunt I pulled earlier. It could have been worse but I couldn't help but worry what you thought of me."

"I was terrified but I knew you weren't avoiding me."

"How'd you know that?" Sam arched a brow.

"Because you were leaning into that kiss." Butchy smiled crookedly.

Chuckling, Sam leaned forward and brought their lips together in a slow and passionate kiss.

When they pulled away, Butchy's eyes shined with complete hunger and when he shifted underneath him, Sam could feel just how aroused the teen had gotten.

"Something tells me we have to find a better spot. If only to take care of this…" Trailing off, Sam moved a hand down to the seat of Butchy's pants. This action only brought a moan out of the brunette.

"I know just the place…"