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The Plan That Actually Worked
Chapter Fourteen: Together
Rory lunged forward to close the gap between himself and his father, but this time Sam was able to catch him, wrapping his arms around the boy's waist and wrenching him off his feet as words started flying uncontrollably out of his mouth in a rush.
"It's your fault! I knew it was!" Rory yelled, his voice wild as he struggled against Sam's hold.
The man stood frozen, hand clapped over his nose. Sam felt a deep satisfaction as he saw the blood begin to trickle from beneath his fingers. Oh yeah, it was definitely broken.
Rapidly approaching footsteps echoed over the sound of Rory's continued shouting.
"What's going on here?" Mrs. Flanagan's voice came out an octave higher with surprise and worry.
"It was him!" Rory cried, throwing his arm out to point an accusatory finger at his father. "It's his fault that Seamus is hurt. He went into his room and tried to hit him with the belt, and Seamus fell down the stairs running away from him."
Mrs. Flanagan spun to look at her husband, shock and anger quickly settling on her face.
"The little queer is lying. I never did anything of the sort!" his father spat sharply, his words muffled by the hand pressed to his face.
A feral growl tore from Rory's chest as he lunged forward again, thrashing against Sam's arms. The blonde spun him around and dragged him toward the bathroom. Shoving him roughly through the door and locking it behind them.
"I'll kill him, Sam," Rory snarled, his eyes sparkling with hatred. "I swear to God, I'll fucking kill him."
Sam flinched as the curse flew from Rory's mouth. He'd never seen Rory so out of control. He closed the gap between them and put his hands on Rory's shoulders. "Rory, you need to calm down. Let me see your hand." Sam reached down to take the boy's wrist and inspect his hand—it was swollen and a very angry purple color around the knuckles of his middle and index fingers. Rory's body was shaking with adrenaline. Sam knew he had to get him calmed down so they could go get it looked at. "Come here," he said, trying to keep his voice even. He ushered Rory over to the sink and instructed him to lean forward. Sam took a few paper towels from the dispenser and wet them with cool water before pressing them against the back of Rory's neck and rubbing his back.
"Baby, you need to calm down," Sam soothed, his voice serious.
"He-,"
"I know, but you're not going to accomplish anything like this." Sam's voice came out sharper than he'd intended as a result of his worry.
Rory stood up and looked in Sam's direction. His face was furious for a moment before his expression suddenly shifted to absolute sadness. His hands flashed to his face as he covered his mouth, his eyes wide with panic. "Oh my God, what did I just do?" His voice was barely above a choked whisper. Sam pulled Rory into his arms just in time for the tears to start falling. Rory rested his head against Sam's shoulder, his entire body beginning to feel slack in Sam's arms as sobs wracked his frame.
Sam lowered them both to the floor, leaning back against the wall and pulling Rory closer. The boy gratefully curled into side, wrapping his arms around Sam's shoulders and trying to grab at the fabric of his shirt. Sam rocked him gently, whispering soothing nonsense into his ear as he slid his hand across Rory's back. He knew the best thing to do would be to just let him cry himself out.
Rory let out a quiet gasp of pain as he tried to tighten his grip on Sam's t-shirt. "Ow," he whimpered sheepishly, seeming surprised by the sudden pain. He pulled his hand away from Sam's chest to inspect it. Sam put a steadying hand on his wrist.
"Yeah, you hurt it pretty bad, babe. You've got one hell of a right hook though," Sam said, hoping to lighten the mood even a little; it worked. A small smile spread across Rory's face. "We'd better go get that looked at though. See how it's turned black right there?" Sam pointed to the swollen joints of his knuckles, his finger hovering right above the skin. Rory nodded sickly. "That means it's broken. Or fractured at the very least."
Rory swallowed convulsively. "I-I've never broken anything before. I can't believe I did that," he muttered, disgusted with himself. "I hit my father."
"You did it for your brother, baby. You stood up for Seamus. I'm proud of you," Sam answered, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head. "He had it coming for everything he's done to you. He's lucky I didn't do it myself. I would have-"
Sam's phone suddenly began to ring. He shifted slightly to access his pocket and pulled the phone out. "It's your mother," he said anxiously. Rory slid closer to his side nervously as Sam brought the phone to his ear. "H-Hello?"
"Where are you?" Her voice was businesslike with an undercurrent of worry. At least she didn't sound mad.
"We're in a bathroom. I've got to take Rory down to the emergency room though. He hurt his hand. Bad," he said, eyeing the ever-increasing swelling on Rory's hand.
"My baby," she gasped quietly, her voice abruptly concerned. "Is he alright?"
Sam smiled at her tone and put the call on speakerphone. "Here, I'll let him tell you."
"Mam?" Rory asked, hesitantly, still bracing for a rebuff.
"Rory, baby! Are you okay, little love?" Sam grinned widely at the nickname.
"Yes, mammy. I'm okay," he assured, a smile touching his voice.
"Thank God!" She breathed an audible sigh of relief before her voice turned intently serious. "Rory, were you telling the truth? Was your father the reason Seamus is hurt?"
"Yes. Seamus told me himself," Rory replied honestly. "I don't want him near Seamus anymore, mam. I don't trust him."
"Me either," she whispered, struggling to keep her tone even. The boys could hear the fury boiling just below the surface of her voice. "I'm going to go talk to Seamus. Go get your hand looked at."
Sam jumped into the conversation. "Uh, where is your husband?" He didn't want any drama on the way down to the ER, and the last thing Rory needed was to hurt his hand any worse than it already was.
"He left right after you boys did. Serves him right," Mrs. Flanagan said, mild amusement in her tone.
"So, he's not here anymore?" Sam had to be sure.
"No. I'm sure he went to get a drink."
Rory rolled his eyes as though that was exactly where he thought his father had gone.
"Okay, Mrs. Flanagan. Thank you." Thank you for being there for Rory. Thank you for loving him the way he deserves, Sam added mentally.
"You don't have to thank me for anything, love. My boys mean more to me than anything else in the world. No one hurts them without having my wrath fall upon them."
A beaming smile spread across Rory's face, warming Sam to the core. "Thank you, mammy. I love you so much!"
"I love you, too, baby," she cooed. "Goodbye."
"Bye, mammy," Rory said brightly.
Sam took Rory's uninjured hand and stood up, pulling Rory to his feet. He could feel the relief radiating from the younger boy. His mother believed him and wasn't mad, not at him at least. Rory breathed a sigh of relief at the fact that the only consequence of his actions was a broken hand. He'd gladly take whatever pain that entailed.
-xXxXx-
The trip to the emergency room had taken most of the day and, by the time they got out of the hospital and retrieved their bags from Rory's mother's car, it was starting to get dark. Sam took Rory's unbandaged hand and laced their fingers together.
Rory sighed deeply and looked at the sidewalk. "What are we going to do? It's not like we can stay at my house."
Sam smiled deviously. "Don't worry about it, babe. I thought of that when I was trying to get the money to get you over here." He released his boyfriend's hand, took the bag from his shoulder, and unzipped it, fishing around in the zippered pocket inside and pulling out a folded piece of paper and handing it to Rory. He quickly unfolded the note, revealing several multicolored bills.
"Sam, how did-" Rory stuttered, his eyes wide. "How much is there?"
"Um, about 300, I think. It's all I could get. The exchange rate at the airport was really high." Sam rubbed his hand nervously across the back of his neck. "Do you think it'll be enough?"
Sam staggered back a few steps as Rory suddenly threw himself into his arms, a smile stretched widely across his face. Rory felt tears forming at the corners of his eyes as he realized that Sam had done every single thing he could possibly do in order to make sure that he would be okay in Ireland. His voice was breathless under the weight of the romantic gesture. "Sammy," he sighed, affectionate surprise dripping from his tone. He turned his head to capture Sam's lips with his own and wrap his arms around the blonde's neck. "I love you so much," he mumbled against Sam's skin when he broke the kiss.
"I love you, too, Rory. More than anything."
They weren't able to afford much in the way of hotels. They went with the cheapest accommodations they could find and got exactly what they'd paid for. The bed squeaked when Rory sat on it, and the television and one of the lamps didn't work, but at least they were together and there was a roof over their heads. Sam stood next to the bed, busying himself with putting their clothes away in one of the broken dressers when Rory wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him backwards until he fell on the bed, laughing out a breathless "whoa" as he landed on the mattress. Rory cuddled into his side immediately, resting his head against his chest.
"I'm so glad you're here, Sammy. I couldn't have done this without you," he said, leaning his head to be able to look into Sam's eyes. Sam leaned down and kissed his forehead.
"I couldn't have let you do this on your own," he explained. "I didn't know what was going to happen."
"But, how did you get the money, Sam?" he asked seriously.
"I so-"
"I know. You 'sold some things', but what did you sell?"
"I sold my laptop," Sam answered quietly, hoping that would appease Rory. It didn't.
He recognized Rory's 'deep in thought' expression as the younger boy processed Sam's words. "There's no way you could have gotten enough from selling your laptop to get enough money to send me to-" Rory's words broke off, a look of realization settling on his face. Rory sat straight up, looking down at Sam. "Sam, that took a lot more money than that. What else did you sell?" he asked, his voice dark and serious. Sam sighed deeply. It was enough of an answer for Rory. He wracked his brain, trying to think of what Sam could have sold to get enough money to send him to Ireland. His mouth fell open as the realization hit. "You sold your truck...so that I could fly here..." It was half a question, half Rory trying to explain it to himself.
Sam sat up and nodded, taking both of Rory's hands into his own, before shrugging and answering, "You had to get home." as though it was the easiest decision he'd ever made. It actually was.
Rory's face was incredulous for a split second before his expression shifted into something deeper, more emotional. He lunged forward, tackling Sam onto the mattress, and kissing him passionately.
Sam rolled Rory onto his back, kissing him deeply and eliciting whimpered moans as he ground his hips down to create friction.
"Sammy," Rory whined. "D-Don't tease. Please, I need you." He wrapped his legs around Sam's waist to bring him closer and leaning up to connect their lips again. Rory lifted his hips up to meet Sam's, and the blonde moaned quietly before pulling away.
"We can't, Rory. I didn't pack any condoms." Sam's voice was strained as though the last thing he wanted was to stop. Sam started to slide out of Rory's hold. Rory nodded and reluctantly let Sam pull away. Rory sat up slowly, his face still flushed from exertion. Sam leaned forward to press a chaste kiss to his lips, sliding his thumb across Rory's bottom lip as he pulled away. "You're so beautiful," Sam said incredulously, a small smile on his lips. "Why don't you go take a shower and I'll run down to that little store on the corner and get us some food and uh...supplies."
Rory giggled and nodded, leaning forward to press another kiss to Sam's lips. "I like that idea, Sammy." He reached into his pocket and pulled out their small stash of money, handing it to Sam. "Alright, babe. I'll be right back." He kissed Rory quickly on the lips and threw himself out of bed. "I love you," he said as he pulled on his coat, leaning forward to give Rory one last kiss before leaving. The younger boy laughed quietly at the gesture.
"I love you, too, Sammy. Hurry back."
Sam gave him a parting smile before opening the door and stepping outside. The short walk to the corner store did Sam a world of good. It allowed him to decompress after all that had happened in the short time since he'd arrived in Ireland. Rory's mother had picked him up at the airport, and they'd driven quickly to the hospital. Rory had snapped and given his father a much deserved punch to the face. Everything could have turned out so differently, so much worse. It seemed that, even though everything had teetered on the brink of turning into a nightmare, they had narrowly avoided all of the worst case scenarios and managed to escape the ordeal unscathed. Well, almost unscathed. Sam thought as he remembered Rory's bandaged hand.
Sam felt warm as he thought about Rory back in their hotel room waiting for him. He knew that, when he got back, they would eat dinner and then make love. It was as though everything was completely okay, as though it was just a normal night. The circumstances didn't matter; they were together.
The bell on the shop door chimed as Sam opened it, letting himself in. A seemingly disinterested woman leaned against the counter. Sam smiled at her quickly before disappearing into the row of snack foods, gathering a small assortment of possible, yet equally unhealthy, dinner options, turning to grab a couple things from the cooler behind him. He didn't know how long they were going to be staying in that hotel room, might as well stock up. He turned the corner, remembering what he came to buy, and stepped into the aisle that held the more personal items.
A small, elderly woman stood in the aisle beside him, making him feel incredibly self-conscious. He felt her eyes boring into the side of his head as he leaned forward to grab a bottle of lube. He could swear he heard her click her tongue judgmentally. His cheeks flushed red and he did his best to leave the aisle with his dignity, coming up just short as he tripped over his own feet and stumbled forward a step before righting himself against a Pepsi display.
He walked silently to the counter, not meeting the cashier's eyes as she rang up his order. Sam wondered absently if there was any suave way to purchase Hot Pockets, Mountain Dew, potato chips, and KY lube. He sighed as he realized: no, no there wasn't. He took his bag and quickly started back toward the hotel, walking through the door and leaning back against it as though he'd just braved a war.
Rory laughed as he walked out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist. "What's the matter, Sam? You look like you just saw a ghost."
"Worse," he breathed, coming to sit on the bed, setting the bag beside him. "Next time you're going to the store. I'm never showing my face there again."
"Why not?" Rory asked, laughing. He slipped on a pair of boxer-briefs before walking over to the bag, pulling out the soda and potato chips and dropping down on the bed next to Sam.
"This old lady was watching me buy...the stuff, and I swear, the only thing I could think of was my grandma. I have never felt more awkward in my life. I could feel her judging me," Sam laughed. "So, next time, it's your turn. Let the old ladies judge you." He poked a playful finger into Rory's bare chest.
"Deal," Rory replied, smiling, as he leaned forward to press a quick kiss against Sam's lips. "Now eat." He held the opened bag of chips to Sam. It wasn't much of a dinner, potato chips and soda drank directly from the bottle, but it would have to do.
Rory stood up to put the half empty soda bottle into the mini-refrigerator that he was pretty sure actually worked. He walked back to the bed, picking up his jeans from the floor. As he lifted them from the floor, a piece of paper fell from the pocket. He turned around and picked up the paper, recognizing Sam's handwriting on the small page. It was the note that Sam had scribbled to leave in Rory's luggage with the money he'd stashed there.
Rory,
I'm so sorry that I couldn't get enough money to come with you. I hate the thought of you all by yourself. Here's some money in case something happens. There should be enough to put you up in a hotel for a couple nights. I don't want you to stay in the same house as your father. I'm honestly scared to death about sending you to face him alone. God, I wish I could be there. Be careful. I miss you already. I love you so much.
Love,
Sammy
Warmth spread through Rory's body as he read Sam's words. It never failed to amaze and surprise him how dedicated and loving that his boyfriend was. Rory folded the note back up and set it on the dresser before walking back to the bed, and climbing into Sam's lap and kissing him sweetly. "I love you, Sammy."
Sam smiled and brushed a stray lock of hair from his boyfriend's forehead before pressing a kiss against the tip of his nose. "I love you, too, Rory."
Rory wrapped his arms around Sam's neck and leaned back in to kiss him again. Sam brought his hands to roam over the bare skin of Rory's back. The younger boy readjusted his body until he was straddling Sam's lap and deepened the kiss, flicking his tongue over Sam's full bottom lip.
Rory ducked his head down to pepper kisses to the side of Sam's neck and up toward his temple. "I missed you so much," he whispered, his voice rough. The heat of Rory's breath ghosted over Sam's ear.
Sam swallowed thickly and leaned his head to allow Rory better access to the column of his throat, a short, breathless laugh escaping him. "I was only gone about fifteen minutes."
"Not when you went to the store." Rory pressed a soft kiss to the shell of Sam's ear. "I meant when I thought you were still in America. I hated it. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't shown up."
"Well, don't think about it," Sam said, his voice thick with want. "I'm here now. That's what matters."
Rory pulled away to look into Sam's eyes before leaning forward and connecting their lips in a heated kiss. Sam felt Rory's fingers sliding down toward the hem of his shirt so he lifted his arms and allowed the garment to be removed. Rory tossed the shirt aside and brought his fingers to Sam's hair, tangling them in his blonde locks as he brought their lips back together. Sam slid his hands across the bare expanse of Rory's back, reveling in the way the muscles worked beneath his fingers. Rory deepened the kiss and rocked his hips forward roughly, swallowing the blonde boy's moan as it escaped his throat.
"Oh God, Rory," Sam mumbled into the crook of his neck, his strained voice barely louder than a breath.
"Yeah?" Rory asked, his voice teasing, as he ground his hips down again. Sam put his hands on Rory's waist, guiding him impossibly closer. Rory moaned quietly at the friction created by the new closeness, his uninjured hand scrambling down to the button of Sam's jeans, quickly unfastening it and allowing Sam to slide them off, his underwear following very shortly after.
Sam guided Rory down to the mattress, kissing his neck and down his chest as soon as he was lying flat, before coming back up to kiss Rory's lips hungrily. The older boy's hands roamed across his boyfriend's flat stomach, sliding the thumb of his left hand across the sensitive skin near his hipbone as his right hand continued to the front of Rory's underwear to wrap around the straining erection through the fabric. Rory whimpered as the sensation, peppering needy kisses to Sam's shoulder, his hips arching into Sam's hand.
"Please, Sam," Rory whined brokenly against his boyfriend's skin.
The blonde pulled back to look at Rory. His pale skin was flushed, a light sheen of sweat causing a stray lock of hair to stick to his forehead. His lust blown eyes sent a wave of warmth coursing through Sam's veins. There was absolutely nothing he would deny the beautiful boy. He leaned forward to connect their lips, his fuller lips moving, warm and yielding, against Rory's smaller ones. He slid Rory's underwear down to his knees and Rory kicked them the rest of the way off. Sam kissed his way down Rory's chest and stomach before taking Rory's needy length into his mouth.
Rory's hips arched off the bed, desperate to bury himself deeper into the moist heat of his boyfriend's mouth only to be stopped by a restraining hand against his stomach. Sam pulled off to lave his tongue languidly across the head before wrapping his lips around the shaft and sinking down. A whine that sounded very much like a choked sob bubbled out of Rory's throat as his hips stuttered upward against the restraint of Sam's hand. Another whimper slipped past his lips.
Sam could tell from his sounds that Rory was close. The broken, needy sounds escaping Rory were almost enough to send Sam over the edge himself. He warred with the decision of stopping what he was doing in order to move things along or just continue to take Rory apart with his mouth, listening to the delicious noises pouring from him as he rode out his release. On any other occasion, the decision would be the latter choice, but tonight Sam needed to feel Rory beneath him, warm and solid and close. He pulled off and came back up to kiss Rory on the lips.
Rory wrapped his legs around Sam's waist to pull him closer. "Please, Sammy," he begged, his voice thick and rough. "I need to feel you inside me. Please."
"God, baby," Sam said, incredulous. He slid his thumb across Rory's parted lips. Rory's eyelids fluttered closed. He brought his hand to capture Sam's wrist to hold the hand to his lips, kissing the calloused fingers. "You are the most beautiful human being I've ever seen, Rory." Sam shook his head, amazed. Rory's lips turned up into a smile against Sam's palm.
Sam reached down to the side of the bed to rifle through the bag of things he'd bought from the store, pulling out the little bottle of lube and tossing it on the bed.
"Dammit!" Sam swore, frustrated, bringing his hand up to tangle into his messy hair.
"What's the matter?" Rory asked, concerned.
"I forgot to get condoms," he muttered, dropping his head into the crook of Rory's neck. "It was the whole reason I went. That damn old lady got me all flustered and I guess I forgot. Dammit!"
Rory giggled at the sound of the words being mumbled against his skin. He brought his hand to stroke Sam's hair. "It's okay, baby."
Sam looked up to meet Rory's eyes, a smile spreading widely across his face at the term of endearment. He'd never heard Rory say it before. He pressed a soft kiss to the younger boy's lips before sighing and making a move to untangle himself from Rory. "Wait here, and I'll go buy-"
"No," Rory insisted quickly, pulling Sam back into his arms.
"No?" Sam asked, skeptical.
"I trust you. And I.." he hesitated, obviously trying to think of the right words. "I want this. I want to feel you. Just you."
Sam froze above him. "Are you sure? We can wait. Really. I'll go out and get-"
"I'm sure," he promised, leaning up to kiss Sam softly on the lips and rest his hand on Sam's cheek. The blonde began to relax into the touch.
"I love you, Rory," Sam whispered, his eyes fluttering closed.
"I love you, too, Sam." He pressed a soft kiss to Sam's closed eyelids before breaking away and allowing his head to fall back against the pillow, a smile on his small face.
Sam thumbed open the cap of the lube and coated his fingers liberally. He kissed Rory as he got him ready, swallowing the initial sounds of discomfort and the eventual moans and pleas for more as Rory rocked back against his fingers, his kisses getting more and more urgent. Sam slid his fingers out before opening the lube and coating his length, using more than was probably necessary just to be on the safe side. He positioned himself above Rory and kissed him gently on the lips. "Babe, are you sure?"
Rory smiled brightly, bringing his hand to stroke Sam's face. "I'm sure."
Taking a deep breath, Sam started to push into Rory, an audible gasp escaping his lips at the new sensation of skin on skin. He felt the tight heat constricting around him as he rolled his hips forward to fully sheath himself inside Rory. He crashed their lips together as he stilled his hips to wait for Rory to acclimate. Rory's eyes stared up into his own, lovingly.
"What does it feel like?" he asked, his voice soft.
Sam struggled to keep his voice even. It was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. He felt connected to Rory in a way he'd never believed possible. They were together as one, nothing separating them. It added a new level of intimacy to the act. "It feels so amazing, baby. You have no idea," Sam whispered, pressing urgent, loving kisses to Rory's parted lips. "I love you so much."
Rory slid his thumb across the apple of Sam's cheek. "I love you, too, Sammy."
Sam began rolling his hips slowly into Rory causing the younger boy to whimper brokenly and wrap his fingers around Sam's strong arm. Sam knew he wasn't going to last long, the sensation was too much, threatening to take him under quickly, but he was determined to make Rory fall apart completely before he let himself go. He quickened his rhythm, pushing into Rory faster and just hard enough to cause him to have to grab the sheets to anchor himself in place. "Oh God, Sam!" he moaned loudly, his head falling heavily onto the pillow. He rocked his body down to meet Sam's thrusts, his breath coming out in whined gasps, punctuated by quiet cries and pleas. He threw his arms around Sam's neck, pulling him into a very heated kiss.
The blonde reached between them and took Rory's length into his hand, pumping it in rhythm with his thrusts. It didn't take long before Rory was crying out his orgasm as it spilled across his stomach, his chest rising and falling harshly as he came down from his high. He lay spent and panting as Sam continued to push into him. Sam felt himself rapidly approaching his own release as Rory's body constricted around him, warm and almost too tight. He started to slide out of Rory as he felt himself about to fall over the edge only to find himself stilled by Rory's legs suddenly wrapping themselves around his waist.
"Babe, I'm close," he warned.
"I know. Just go," Rory answered, his voice still rough. "I want to feel it."
That was enough to bring Sam's orgasm crashing down on him. He rolled his hips, fully sheathing himself inside Rory as he spilled his seed inside Rory. Sam surged their lips together as he rode out the waves of pleasure coursing through his body. Rory whimpered quietly as he felt Sam starting to pull out. The blonde took a deep breath and collapsed heavily on top of his boyfriend's spent body. Rory brought a hand to brush the blonde hair from his eyes, smiling sleepily.
"That was..." he struggled to find the right word. "Absolutely amazing." He pressed their lips together lovingly.
"Mhm," Rory hummed in agreement. "I love you, Sammy."
"I love you, too, Rory." He kissed him again quickly on the lips. "I think we should probably go take a shower now," Sam laughed breathlessly. Rory nodded, smiling.
Sam rolled off of Rory and offered a hand to help him up. Rory took the hand and followed Sam to the shower. They kissed indulgently under the hot water, finally cleaning up when the water started threatening to go cold. They dried off, but made no move to get dressed, collapsing into bed and cuddling together completely naked. Sam pulled Rory until he was flush against his side and resting his head against the blonde's strong chest.
Rory yawned widely, nuzzling his cheek against Sam's skin. "Goodnight, Sammy."
Sam kissed the top of Rory's head and brought his fingers to stroke his hair. "Goodnight, baby."