At some point Nick became aware that Sam had come out of the bedroom, giving him a fairly wide berth as he went into the kitchen and quietly got the coffee pot started. And the younger man didn't ask what had happened, though he did glance at the battered corpse of a phone on the floor in the corner.

The strong scent of coffee filled the room and Nick took slow even lungfuls of air as he paced back and forth with a grim determination not to vent any of this well earned anger in Sam's direction.

He couldn't grasp hold of whole thoughts, they kept slipping away from him, just this tangled mess of bad feelings that completely negated all the good from last night. Which was highly unfair because he'd worked really hard to earn last night and felt that he deserved to sit and bask a little longer before real life came banging at the gates.

Sam cleared his throat and when Nick glanced over he saw two mugs on the counter and a hopeful look on the other man's face.

He let out one last slow breath through his teeth and came over, giving a little nod in exchange for what would be his breakfast. He should have said thank you, but he didn't trust himself to speak right then. So he went to the couch and folded himself down into the corner, knees tight to his chest.

He felt like a little kid, shaking because he was so angry, chest tight with the need to just yell. Back when he was small, when him and Michael would get into one of their fights about nothing in particular which always lead to blows in under two minutes, Dad would come and separate them into their own rooms and tell them to come out when they had calmed down. Gabriel would usually make both brothers some hot cocoa (regardless of what time of year or how hot it was outside) because it was the only thing that he knew how to make and he'd always labored under the belief that desserts of any kind could mend all ills.

This was coffee though.

And it was Sam, not Gabe, lurking somewhere in the back with worried hands.

It still helped. Something familiar and comforting in the simpleness of the gesture.

Nick pressed his forehead to his knees and gripped his warm cup against his ankles.

It would be ok, he reminded himself on repeat, close to actually believing the simple and obvious lie. The worst that could happen was that Lilith would take their daughter far, far away and Nick would just keep on not seeing her, just like he had been doing for the past nine years (with the exception of a few really good days a very long time ago). He couldn't get this angry because things on his side of the world weren't actually changing.

Also, angry wasn't going to help anything. Not right now at least.

All he had right now was Sam, and Sam couldn't do anything about the demon exwife.

"How'd you sleep last night?" Nick asked carefully.

"Fine." Sam said too quickly. "Just fine. How about you?" Neves in the little question quite audible. And Nick had no idea if it was because of last night or if it was because of this morning.

Nick looked over his shoulder and offered up a tight little smile. "Great. Just… bit of a rocky start this morning." For once he decided that he wouldn't do any self sabotaging, and just go ahead and safely assume that Sam's discomfort was due to the broken phone and all the stomping around, and had nothing to do with the intimate and heavy nature of their last night.

He watched Sam look at the indent in the wall and the mechanical carnage below it, kind of nodding to himself. He set his mug down on the coffee table and held a hand out, wiggling his fingers at his… boyfriend.

Yeah…. Boyfriend. God, what a strange thought to have.

"Come here."

Sam's dimples showed as he grinned almost shyly and came closer, close enough that Nick was able to catch him by the bare hips, tugging him down to sit on the arm of the couch, the long warm line of his side pressing up against Nick's.

"I'm going to kiss you." He warned and he let his hands slide up Sam's chest, slow, curious exploration, because he wasn't being told no and it was still kind of new and exhilarating.

"Are you asking permission?"

"Does it look like I'm asking?" Even with the sass firmly in place, Nick raised a questioning brow, lacing his fingers behind Sam's neck and slowly pulling him down, giving the younger man all the time in the world to say no if he wanted to. But he didn't- because not everything could be going wrong at the same time. Sam kissed Nick back, grinning into the touch, chuckling warmly.

"Good morning." Nick mumbled through the traditional greeting.

Which seemed to be the right thing to say, because Sam was kissing him again, big hands splayed out over Nick's shoulders for balance so he wouldn't just fall on him- not that Nick would mind such a thing. He would actually encourage falling and full body contact with this beautiful man at any point for any reason.

The slow, sleepy kisses got a bit distracted by tongue and teeth, but then Sam was pulling away and chuckling, heated breath ghosting over Nick's mouth.

"Good morning." The stunning young man got out, a little breathy, grinning like a man who'd just inherited Texas.

And it really would be a shame to just stop here, Nick decided, knotting his long fingers in Sam's very soft hair. "Do you have to go to class?"

Sam's grin wilted just a little, his eyebrows drawing low in consideration. "I probably should…" but he obviously changed his mind just a quickly because the kiss he gave Nick wasn't anything like a goodbye. Two such lingering kisses later and Sam was just pushing Nick onto his back, crawling over him, delightfully inappropriate hands pawing at him through the too thin cloth of his boxers.

It really was a shame that they'd taken so long to get to this point.

Three months added up to many, many wasted mornings where they could have been doing this instead of a multitude of other, less worthwhile activities.

But pretty much everything seemed like a lesser use of his time when faced with the option of getting his legs around Sam's hips and Sam kissing the inside curve of his knee while making all kinds of prolonged eye contact.

The less said about that the better though.

They got a few more miles out of the couch- and Sam no more gentle this morning than he had been the night before, which was by no stretch of the imagination to be considered a bad thing. No one had ever held Nick as tightly or kissed him as deeply as Sam did. Honestly, all that frantic passion from the night before had felt like a one off. A special sort of moment because it had been their first and it was brand new and exhilarating and so long forbidden to them.

Nick had apparently grossly underestimated how much Sam liked sex.

Just like he hadn't anticipated the fact that Sam would have such a dirty mouth on him.

Neither of them lasted all that long.

And neither of them were interested in complaining afterwards.

Tucked close together, wallowing in some post-coital noncuddling that was very manly and not at all romantic or sweet, Sam plucked a little plastic bottle back up off the floor and set it on Nick's chest with a soft laugh. Apparently he found it hilarious that there had been a bottle of lube under Nick's sofa along with his tablet and violin and a handful of other things that he needed from time to time.

Nick chuckled, amused by how low and sleepy his own voice was. "I don't have to explain myself to you."

"I don't know if I should be impressed by your good planning," Sam's mouth was hot against his shoulder, hard line of his teeth a pleasant little surprise, "or if I should feel embarrassed for you because you obviously have no shame whatsoever."

Both were fairly true, but neither the truth. "I am a man, who is single, and lives alone. If I like to watch porn on my couch that's my own business."

Sam laughed, a startled, free sort of sound before he hid his face against Nick's chest. "You're the worst… and not single anymore."

Which was a glorious fact that still didn't sound true in the slightest. When Nick didn't reply to the brilliantly beautiful statement, Sam glanced up, his gaze a bit uncertain until he saw Nick's grin, and then the younger man was laughing again.

Nick pushed hair from Sam's face, letting his thumb follow the heavy line of his brow. "What?"

"You look so damn pleased with yourself." Sam chided like it was a bad thing.

Even without a mirror for validation to such an accusation, Nick knew that Sam had to be right. "Look, I'm just happy to be here. I don't need to know why you're willing to put up with me."

Sam gave his hip a squeeze that was actually fairly painful, fingers settling into the nice bruises that he'd given Nick the night before. "Sometimes I get the feeling that you don't like yourself all that much."

Nick shrugged and stretched, settling in a little deeper, enjoying the weight of the other man on top of him. It wasn't an answer, but that in itself was probably enough.

With a little sigh, Sam kissed the underside of his jaw. "We'll work on."

"Work on it?" He repeated dumbly.

"Yup. But for now I'll just like you enough for both of us."

And it was stupid. Really, really it was. But Nick honestly wasn't even sure if any of his own family actually liked him. He slipped his arms more firmly around the younger man's shoulders in what could have easily been mistaken as a hug, and kissed the top of his head.

"I'm ok with this." He decided out loud.

Sam just laughed into his neck.