Chapter 5: Touch Me
Time was passing by slower than usual this summer for Sam and Carly. By the time they expected two months to have passed, two more weeks had only passed, making it a complete month that they have had of the glorious sun. And coming up with things to do was hard, seeing as though they would always have the third wheel that was Jesse, who was practically attached to Sam at the hip. Carly was not fond of them always being together and sucking face, but with Spencer coming along, she learned to deal with it. And their activities were endless. Both spent their time in skimpy bikinis and went to the pool, being the envy to every girl there and a tease to all those men who drooled over them. Or they would head off for a ride in Spencer's car downtown, buying bracelets in antique shops and fried chicken to keep their stomachs full as they strolled down the streets. They were doing anything to avoid the delirious heat that was surrounding them like in every other summer. Ice creams were just the beginning dents in their mornings; cherry flavored ice cream staining their tongues. But there would always be the time, however that Jesse would come and looking for Sam and take her away from Carly, who resorted to going to her one friend that was locking himself up in his room.
It wasn't as bad anymore, thought Carly, for when she would come to visit him, he would be in his living room, eating bland cereal while his eyes stayed glued to the television. Baby steps, she told herself. He was coping, slowly, but he was coping. She would notice him looking outside from his window, noticing that his urges to step out in the sun were slowly inching up, centimeter by centimeter, until he would no longer take it and yell out freedom at the top of his lungs. But for now, all that they had was just staying indoors, sharing the cool air-conditioned room and a nature show.
It was getting close to the time when all of their free times with Carly were coming to an end, for she was needed back in New York, where her life was blossoming. Griffin had finally found an apartment and wanted her to go and check it out with him, to see if that was what they both wanted. She hated to leave Freddie alone, especially when he was just slowly adjusting to all that surrounded him. He wasn't as melancholy as when Sam would call Carly, asking her what she was doing at the moment. All this progress would be going down the drain. But Freddie constantly reassured her that he was getting better, but honestly he thought, he couldn't be worse.
"Then why don't we invite Sam over so all three of us can hang out?" she would suggest. Freddie would stay quiet after she asked this, slowly realizing that even though he was putting up a strong front to show that he was all better, he was possibly more damaged than before. Then an idea hit her.
"Why don't you come with me to check out the apartment? That way you can get away from all this and go see somewhere new." She smiled, temptation sprouting from every fiber of her being. She convinced herself this was what he needed. A get away for him was what he needed. And she would also be making sure that he was not going to return to his old ways, before he saw Sam, smiling and content.
"Wish I could but mom left to a convention for germs, gave me just 100 bucks to eat what I please within a 10 mile radius. She pulling back but keeping her hands on the reins." He laughed. Sometimes he would stop mid laugh, finding out it was so nice to do so. Recovering from his wounds that were slowly mending.
"Then I'll pay for your ticket, and you can pay me back when you can." She offered so delicately. "Come on, its something different."
"Is she going?" He asked. Carly shook her head. He still hadn't been able to say here name. If there was anyone worth winning a drama award, it was Freddie. But then again, Carly could not even begin to comprehend the relationship that was Sam and Freddie.
"No money, like always, I offered to pay for hers as well but she respectfully declined. Which is a first for her."
"Why doesn't she go? I'm sure you guys would have better fun than you being with me."
"She said she had some things to get done this week, and this is the week I was leaving. Although she is sad to see me go she said she would rather stay. She would rather give you that opportunity to come and get out of the house."
"I don't need her charity." He replied with an annoyed tone.
"Oh will you grow up Freddie? She really wants to see you and be friends with you again, but you don't want to, all because of you and your bruised pride. She's happy, we can't do anything to make her any less happy than she is, and you know it."
"Fine, I won't do anything about it. If she wants to come see me, then I won't slam the door in her face okay?"
"I guess that's all I could ask for in a time like this." Carly said, defeated by Freddie's response.
So when the time came that Carly left, Freddie regretted not going with her, and now he was all alone.
Or so he thought.
With Jesse away visiting his grandfather for two weeks, Sam found herself sulking around her house, angry that it was getting hotter and hotter, and she had nowhere to go. And then an ideal setting struck her mind.
Nowhere but the Shays house.
She decided it was worth the risk and walked on over, hitched a ride on the elevator and walked on in. She never thought she would find what she found there.
"Freddie." She said. At first she looked outside the door, seeing that the apartment she went in was actually Spencer's and Carly's, not his. When she had this figured out, her mind went straight to asking questions. Questions like "why haven't you talked to me? Are you still butt hurt because of Jesse? How have you been?" but instead of asking these words came "What are you doing here?"
Freddie got up and prepared to leave, avoiding her gaze at all costs. He didn't need reminding that those blue eyes he loved so much were in love with someone else. He grabbed the leftover pie that Carly stashed inside her fridge and was heading out the door. Sam, too astounded to even stop him, let him pass right by her, brushing her skin in the process. She couldn't help but shiver, she hadn't seen him in forever, and touching his warm skin was such a good feeling, even during this heat wave. As soon as she heard the door slam and the other opened, she dashed out into the hallway, to see him slam his apartment door closed. She didn't hesitate to knock three times.
Freddie couldn't believe that he just saw Sam, and now she was right outside his door, knocking. Maybe if he left it alone, she would give up and leave. But if he knew her, which he still thought he did, she would do what she always does: knock it down. He sighed. He didn't want to see her. But he wanted to see her, or else why was he considering opening the door to let her in? Defeated, he shuffled his feet over to the door and unlocked the door, allowing Sam to see the confines of his and his mother's apartment.
"What do you want Sam?" he asked, leaning his forehead on the door. If he didn't look at her, maybe he wouldn't feel anything. It was worth trying. Sam did not notice his lack of eye contact and looked inside the living to see everything was how it was the last time she was there. For some weird reason she expected everything to have changed. But there was the couch where she loved kissing him on, the sofa where one time they… It was better not thinking about it. They were no longer on that level.
"Hey…" she casually spoke, making him catch a lump in his dry throat. He hadn't heard her voice in ages, and it sounded so good, almost as if he was deaf to everything until now. She had a voice like a siren, forever drawing him in. "Can I come in? I saw you take a pie from Carly's fridge." She explained her reasons. It wasn't to see him; it had nothing to do with him. It was all about the pie. Freddie stretched out his hand to give her access to his living room, where she plopped herself down, pulling out a fork from her pocket and digging into the pie. He took his seat on the other side of the living room and also began to taste the pie. It was so good, and doing such a good job of keeping the tension at bay.
"So…" Freddie began, taking a big chunk of pie and shoving it in his mouth, "where's Jesse?" He clenched his fist. It was understandable; he wanted to punch his face in.
"He went to his grandfather's summer home for two weeks. He just left a while ago. He took off in his car last night." She struggled with the words that were dripping on her tongue. She could feel that this was unfamiliar territory, and anything that she would say could possibly cause him to kick her out. Walking on eggshells around this guy was something she never experienced before. Normally she would say anything she would want and he would take it, sometimes dishing out some of his own slander in her direction. But it was no longer the same, and Sam hated him for making it so different. "Where have you been this whole time?" She asked, keeping her eyes on the pie that she was devouring.
Freddie sighed. "At home. Since you have been busy I assume." He answered her in a sour tone.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Sam said with a little angrier tone than usual. Now it was her that was clenching her fist. She could understand that he wasn't all too excited for the idea of no longer being with him, but he didn't have to be a dick about it. If anything he should be acting more like a man and put up with it. Freddie wanted to yell at her, but thought better to just remain calm, or else something that he didn't want to let out would be released. And the last thing he wanted was to let that go out in the open.
"You're always with him that you don't even hang out with me and Carly." He blurted out. The best lie he could come up with under pressure.
"Well maybe if you would just get out of the house and come hang out with us, that would be different." Sam answered, defending her relationship with Jesse. He was everything she was, and Freddie was nothing that she was.
"I can't hang out with you if you're with him." Freddie explained his reasons, hoping Sam would be able to understand this situation that he was put under. He loved Sam, and hated her for being with someone else that wasn't him. How many times he told himself that he would never, and he knew that Sam felt something for him as well, or else why was she here, bridging a gap and sharing some pie? Sam stood up directly, an anger forming in her eyes.
"Why can't you be happy for me?" she cried. "Why can't you see what he does is something you could never do, he is someone you can never be? Because you were never here Freddie, you can't begin to understand how I was always alone, stringing boring jobs, and trying to find ways to entertain myself. Just three months and boom you took off again! For four fucking years! And yeah you're home now, but you were too late. I don't love you, I never did. You were just a hobby, nothing more. I didn't ever want you, because I knew that you never loved me-"
"I love you, Sam," He finally admitted, cutting off her inspiration, and standing up to face her. He saw a flicker that came and went like a shooting star in Sam's eyes. He honestly didn't know what else to say to her, to stop her from lying to herself and further causing a damage to both that neither needed nor could support. Sam looked at him, shocked at his confession. But then her anger quickly returned. She wanted to stab Freddie with her fork, and plunge it with such a force that he would be gushing up blood. She didn't, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction that he was still able to make her want to spend time with him. She headed for the door, to which Freddie found himself behind her and grabbing her by the arm. She pulled it away from his reach and ran toward the elevator, catching it too late. She desperately punched the button to bring it down fast. When she saw Freddie was still by her she pushed him away, so hard that he fell on the floor. He quickly got up and grabbed her arms and pulled her so close to him that her face was inches from his own. He could feel his impulses start to cloud over everything that he knew, such as his safety. There was no way he was not going to get away without any type of pain on his end. Sam just kept trying her tug her arms away from his reach, squirming every way that she could. He wouldn't let her go. He came this far, he was going to bleed anyway, so to hold her, even as she was trying to pull away was more than enough for him.
"No Freddie, I don't want to deal with this." She kept pushing him away, feeling her strength leave her as he kept hanging on to her. It was as if her mind and heart were at war; while her mind was telling her to get away from him, it was the beating of her heart that wanted him to keep holding her arms the way he was right now. Freddie too felt what Sam was feeling, while his mind was telling him to release her or face her wrath, his heart was telling him to push her closer to him, and hold her until she would stop fighting. After what felt like hours, Sam finally found the strength she needed to push him once again on the floor. Freddie laid there, allowing her to tower over him. She got on top of him and punched him straight on his jaw line, causing him to bleed. He pulled his hand up to his face to wipe off the blood that began to trickle out of his mouth, and spit out the rest. As he turned around, he looked up at Sam, who was still there, on top. But she no longer held a look of anger to her face; it was more as if she was sorry for hitting him. Sam didn't regret hitting Freddie, but she did feel something that was buried long ago, when Jesse came into her life.
She heard the elevator door ding, and opened its doors, but instead of getting off of Freddie and going inside she stayed where she was, her position feeling so familiar to the both of them. She couldn't help but want to inch her lips closer and kiss his mouth. He too felt that Sam didn't want to get off him, but rather, be closer to him. And he dared to see if that were true. He felt his left hand travel up to her face; pulling strands away and having it rest on her cheek. Sam didn't pull away; she was just letting his hand stay there on her face. She didn't react at all. Deep inside her she felt that this was what she needed. But Jesse's face was plaguing her mind as well. But as Freddie brought his lips closer to hers, nothing was in her mind, just the tingling sensation that she has long forgotten.
Freddie parted his mouth and began deepening the kiss, having Sam return their quick moment of remembrance. She grabbed him by his collar, feeling as though they were nowhere near close enough than what they needed to be. And it could have been anywhere; she didn't care, so long as he wouldn't desert her now. Freddie could feel her, he could smell her, and she was really there, in his arms, returning his kiss that he had gone so long without, and forever wanting more. Sam too, felt as though she had been asleep for so long and he was finally waking her up to what she had been going so long without. He gently pulled away from the kiss he initiated and got up, holding his hand out to her. She gave an annoyed look, but instead of taking his hand, she lead the way to his apartment, knowing exactly what road she wanted to take.
Sam wasted no time. As she saw Freddie close the door behind him, she resumed their reunion by attaching her lips onto his again. This time it was Sam that brought pressure in Freddie's mouth. He could feel the tension that she had been going through all these past months in her lips, as she hungrily bit and sucked on his lips. He too kept pulling her with just as much intensity as she was. He hoisted her up with his arms, earning a squeak from the blonde. He knew exactly where he wanted to head: straight to his bed, where it all began.
Something about being back inside his bedroom made Sam feel so much more at home than any other place she ever set foot in. Even her own home was not as comforting as this was. His hands traced her body up and down, as her hands roamed under his shirt and through his hair. She wanted to feel everything that was him, see how he changed since the last time she saw him like this. His mouth kept going down her neck, only to go back up again to drink in her breath. He couldn't get enough of her lips; how they looked and felt under his own. He would alternate his kisses, giving her soft ones, and then changing his kisses to strong ones, just like he remembered that she loved. Sam kept up, planting sweet kisses, replacing them with hungry ones the next second. She began tugging at his collar again, telling him to remove it. He quickly got up and took it off, tossing it to the other side of the room. Sam too began pulling off her shirt, receiving help from Freddie as he pulled it over her head, and flinging it across the room with just as much force as he did to his shirt. He wasted no time, going back down to her, kissing her collar bone, the well of her breasts, all the way down to her stomach and back again. Sam's mind was close to blowing; she didn't think she would miss him this much. But every kiss he was leaving on her was like a scar, a scar that she wanted to keep forever. She wanted to show how much this guy that was giving her was all that she wanted. Freddie pushed her bra up to her neck and began attacking her breasts, making Sam arch her body upwards, closing her eyes in pure ecstasy. He wanted her to hurt as he had been hurting, pulling on her nipple with his teeth. He wanted her to bruise, knowing that couldn't happen until she was no longer seeing that dick. For now this was enough for him.
She was enough for him.
Sam pulled off her bra and began tugging at his pants, unbuttoning them, and letting his manhood loose. Freddie too let her free as he yanked off her shorts and white cotton panties. He began teasing her, stroking her clit with his thumb.
"Fuck Freddie. Just fuck me now, don't tease." Sam pleaded, placing her hand of his cock and stroking it. He was hard enough to just do that. But she wasn't in charge; he was. He kept rubbing and rubbing, showing her that she was missing all this and more. Sam felt her legs start to tense, like she did when she was just about to come. But just before she could, he pulled his fingers away from her engorged clit. She got up and saw that he was going down on her.
When she felt his tongue lick her up and down, Sam laid back down, letting him do what he wanted with her. In all the years that she had been with Freddie, she never knew him to be this hungry for her, to be so obsessive with her. And deep down, she loved every moment of it. Freddie too, liked this feeling of doing what he wanted to her. But most of all he loved just having Sam there on his bed where she belonged all along.
Sam couldn't take his tongue fucking any longer; she was soaking wet that she already soaked his Galaxy Wars sheets. She stood up and climbed on top of him, kissing his throat, Adam's apple, and down his chest. When she reached his penis, she instinctively drew her mouth on it. She only took the tip, playing with him in her mouth. Freddie was so close to losing it that he bucked in her mouth. Sam smiled, knowing that to have him do that when he wasn't inside her means she was doing well at her job at the moment. She decided to end her torture and take him all inside her mouth, going as far as she could go without gagging. Freddie was too strung up with what she was doing with her mouth his mind was going blank. He pushed her off and pushed himself inside her. No assurances were given, just a good fucking like she always said she wanted. He pumped hard into her, slamming his hips against hers. Sam was losing it; completely baffled at who this Freddie was and wondering where he had been all this time. She loved every second of this, the way he was just pushing deeper and deeper. Sam screamed while Freddie grunted, both getting ready to reach their peaks.
"Fucking aye Freddie!" She yelled as the spasms flew throughout her body, on her legs, toes, arms, and even her face. Freddie felt her walls close on him making him groan before he came.
"Shit Sam, oh shit…" he said. He collapsed right on top of her as she kissed every inch of his face for giving her that intense orgasm. She never cried during sex, but now here she was, crying from what he did to her. He just breathed hard, receiving every kiss that she was giving him. He crept his face inside the well of her breasts, feeling her beads of sweat and her heart racing. Much like his mind was at the moment. He had Sam again, but for how long, he didn't know. He feared that when Jesse would come back she would go back. Sam too, thought about Jesse, as she lay with another man in her arms. She was at a loss as to what she was planning on doing. But for the moment, what she wanted was to just stay like this. She didn't want to think about anything, just how Freddie was pressed against her, as if he always belonged there.
In the corner of Freddie's room, a phone began vibrating. It was Jesse calling Sam, to see if she was missing him as much as he was missing her.
A/N: Here be your much needed Lemon. Took me a while, but I am liking it. And sorry for the delay, schoolwork has to come first.
Anyways... Let me know what you thought about the chapter, and until next time. :)