Author's Note:
And here's our little Sam/Jet chapter. Hope you find it good because these two chapters took me forever to write. Like holy crap I couldn't figure out how I wanted to do it for so long. If anyone's curious I'm in advanced 3D computer graphics in college and things are going fairly well so far. I'm sorry the updates are so much slower lately.
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Eat Your Vegetables World: Part 6
Sam opened the door to their room, his heart skipping in excitement and nervous energy. He didn't glance back at Jet's face when the room came into his view but he heard the sound of a heavier breath taken. The toys were a little much for him, at least for the first time with Jet, maybe next time if they had the opportunity. He walked into the suite and shed his shirts until he had just one left, he knew where Jet was standing, the older male indefinitely watching the unceremonious strip. Sam paused with his fingers hooked into the base of the thin t-shirt draped over warm, anxious skin; Jet hadn't moved yet, not much further than the entrance. He glanced over at his roommate in time to see Jet's eyes snapping back up to meet his. Sam's lips curled in a smile when Jet passed him by in a silent stride, eyes fixed elsewhere and unable to really look at him. He was a little surprised to see Jet flustered like that, in the time he'd known the other man Jet had always been the one to pursue, to go for what he wanted without hesitation. But now? Now Jet avoided his gaze, fidgeted, and even blushed. Sam knew why though, Jet had always been a sweetheart under the crass exterior and liking someone, caring about someone as much as Sam knew Jet did, was call for letting that inner part of him show. It was cute, Sam would admit that much, but Jet being 'cute' wasn't the reason Sam wanted to slam him into a wall.
"Pretty nice of them to put us up for the night," He broke the silence that had settled and smiled a bit further when he saw the slight jolt in Jet's shoulders. 'He's really anticipating this, looks like he's thinking too much.' Sam thought mildly, wandering a bit closer to see if he could catch any ideas as to what Jet was thinking by the look on his face.
"Uh…" Jet's usual smooth talking wasn't working for him, a loss for words was his first problem and evidently he struggled to get past it. "Yeah, it was." He'd meandered to the dresser where everything had been set up, his hands were at his sides but his eyes trailed over the display very specifically. It was clear what was going on, and it wasn't just that the other world people were trying to set them up; Sam was trying to set them up. He wasn't quietly thinking anymore, he wasn't considering being with Jet anymore, it was about to be a reality. The thought process was one thing but actually doing it, really becoming what Jet had been slowly pushing for, it was an entirely different thing.
That moment, whatever was about to transpire between them would change things and Jet knew that. His mind lingered on the first kiss, how much he'd wanted it and how little his mind cared for anything else. That had already changed things, hadn't it? Sam's worried thoughts after their first dance together, how he'd run away because he wasn't sure – how much time had even passed since then? Jet couldn't even tell anymore, jumping dimensions like they were doing really messed with his sense of timing. 'I love you.' The words burned his tongue but didn't escape, should he say it? He knew where everything was going and where they'd be in less than ten minutes, was it appropriate to say that first? He hadn't ever been in love with someone like that, the wash of emotions and thoughts were starting to really weigh his mind down. He'd never been like that before, letting his mind take over and wander, he always just did things, no thought just do. But that didn't feel right with Sam, Sam required more thought, more careful planning because Jet was terrified of screwing that up. He didn't care if anything else fell apart but if he'd lose the Winchesters, Sam or Dean, he'd never forgive himself – especially not if it were his fault.
"Jet," Sam's arms wrapped around his middle, his hands were warm and his voice like silk, it melted a few of the worries away from his mind almost immediately, "You're thinking about this too much." Sam whispered close to his ear, the heat of his breath tickling skin and running a shiver down Jet's back. He closed his eyes and hummed in response, yeah he was thinking too much.
Sam smiled and leaned in closer, pressing his lips to the heated flesh of Jet's neck, he could feel the slight muscle spasm in the other's body as soon he'd connected. "You know, you've been different." He continued to speak in a low, hushed tone as he trailed sweet little kisses along Jet's neck and down his shoulder. Standing with Jet's back to his stomach was a little exhilarating for Sam; he could really feel the power in his position, how it'd be so easy to just bend Jet down.
"Good or bad different?" Jet sighed out the question with a small amount of strain leaked in, slowly he was allowing his mind to let go, stop the thoughts and just do like he always did.
"Haven't decided, but you're easier to hold down now," Sam's tone was dangerous; an intention hiding in his words that Jet couldn't quite place. "I think I like it." The dirty sense in his words was subtle but it was enough to get a deeper shade of pink in Jet's cheeks, Sam's intentions becoming more and more obvious to him as those wandering hands drifted to Jet's belt-line. He tilted his head back and rested it against Sam's shoulder, his breathing getting heavier as the seconds passed.
"Sam..." He gasped and felt his cheeks burn hotter at the very quiet squeak that escaped with it, Sam's fingers had slipped below his clothing, tracing the creases of his hips down into more sensitive space. Jet squirmed as his back arched just enough to curve his spine and push his pelvis forward, he was starting to put more weight on Sam the further down those curious, wandering fingers crept. "Haaah-" the sound that came out of him cut itself short when Sam stopped playing around, his hand pushed lower, deeper into a personal territory he'd never ventured before that moment. He grasped the hot, trembling mass that only dragged further embarrassing noises from Jet's throat, or at the very least Jet would describe them that way. Sam loved it, hearing the older man moan for him, gasping for air and barely able to speak a single word coiled a warmth in his belly that spread all throughout his body.
A shock of excitement shot through Sam in that moment, he had Jet's dick in his hand, swelling and heavy and bringing out every submissive sound Jet had ever made in his life. He smiled and closed his eyes, massaging the stiffening flesh and listening to a symphony of heavy breathing and soft moans. It didn't last though, Jet's personality wouldn't let it slip by like that, he wasn't the type to just lie back and take it and more than anything Sam would have bet money that Jet expected to be the one on top. Of course Sam had his own ideas.
Jet pulled away and took a few steps to get a bit of distance, Sam knew he would so it didn't bother him, instead he smiled and watched as Jet turned back to face him. The blush hadn't left his cheeks but there was a deadly focus in his eyes and it was trained on Sam. Jet curled his bottom lip in just a little, enough to pinch part of the skin with his teeth as his eyes trailed over Sam's body another time. "You never fail to surprise me, you know that? I don't think I was paying attention when you got so much bigger…"
"Well you'd better pay attention now," Sam stalked across the room to Jet's ready arms, they collided with an explosive kiss, tongues not hesitating to claim dominance over the other's mouth, exploring and licking at every little crevice they could. Sam reached around behind Jet again, one hand finding its way into the soft brown hair he'd come to enjoy touching, the other fumbling over the button on those damned jeans. Granted Jet looked fantastic in them, but Sam would still much rather see him without. Jet didn't waste much time either, he was a little more skilled at undoing someone's pants with one hand than Sam was but it didn't matter a whole lot because their outer clothing wound up discarded in one corner or another.
Sam had pushed Jet back, back, back until his knees hit the edge of the bed and they fell onto it. Sam made sure to know where he was positioned in the landing, both of his legs tucked a bit closer together, taking advantage of the slight bow in Jet's legs and separating his thighs with his own. But that didn't quite come into play just yet, Sam was moreover enjoying the view from his perch over top the other man. Jet had always been fit, strong, and a great body to go along with it but Sam hadn't ever stopped to appreciate just how handsome his longtime friend was. He let his hands touch the tanned skin beneath him, heart racing as the moment really came to light for him. This was really happening, Jet was really here with him and they were… they were something, weren't they?
"Jet…" Sam heard himself speak, it didn't sound as confident as he'd felt just a few seconds before.
But somehow Jet knew, he was smiling in that way he did, charming with little hints to a devious mind but mostly it was just kind. At least it was for Sam. "So can I call you my boyfriend now?" He asked and it sounded like the sweetest thing to Sam's ears, he felt his heart flutter for a second but the blood rushing in his body and testosterone flooding his brain wouldn't let that sink in.
"Definitely, but first I think we have a little unfinished business." He whispered roughly, palming again at the strained lump in Jet's boxer-briefs – they were black and damn did Jet look good in them. Jet moaned louder that time, his head tilting back into the sheets he hardly registered were there. Sam leaned down to kiss up Jet's neck, loving the way the other brunet had closed his eyes, mouth open and already panting for him. He smiled and kissed his cheek where skin felt like fire, along a strong jaw until his lips reached Jet's ear, grazing it so gently. He kissed it too, let his breath send shivers and create bumps on Jet's flesh before he hissed into it; "You're my bitch tonight." Sam emphasized his point by squeezing Jet's cock out of his underwear, letting the fabric and elastic drag over his head abrasively.
Jet grunted softly, the crease in his brow deepening for a second as he flinched and shuddered. Sam expected a bit of a lash back, a fight that he would lose if Jet was serious, but there wasn't one. Instead brown eyes opened and looked at him expectantly, eager to see what he had planned. It was maddening to see the amount of control Jet still held despite himself, still holding tight and not letting go, not letting Sam in, not quite. Sam captured Jet's lips in another searing kiss, devouring his mouth, hungry for a stronger taste of the other man, to see if maybe he could see how far Jet's complexities went, how deep his character was.
He worked his hand around the base of Jet's cock, finding that it hadn't been fully erect until then because it felt thicker, harder. It was having the same effect on him, he'd been skillfully ignoring the strain on his own boxers, each scratch of fabric a more uncomfortable feeling than the last. He wanted to feel skin, friction, he wanted a hot, wet, deep space to slide into. Sam swallowed around the air he was trying to gulp down, his own breathing had gotten heavier and he hadn't noticed, Jet could be very distracting. "You know I'm going to fuck you, right?" He whispered with a harsher squeeze thrown in as he pumped his partner's dick. "Right into the mattress."
Jet's jaw was tense as he was evidently trying to hold back any noise he'd naturally make. His hips jerked up on their own, awkward and needy as a similar groan managed past his best efforts. "Fuck…" He cursed breathily, his back already arching. He wasn't some teenager, it wasn't that easy to turn him on like that, to push him to an edge so fast. But there he was, full grown and bucking into the air like a mindless sex doll.
"Just because you're trying to be quiet," Sam let go of Jet's cock, leaving it there and letting him squirm and writhe for something more, "I'm going to make you scream, Jet." Sam grabbed him by the hair and pulled him into another kiss, it wasn't too hard or mean but it did the trick; he could feel Jet's thighs on either side of him shake just a little, just in the slightest, cutest way.
"Fuck," Jet breathed again, "Do it. Fucking do it." He thrust up again, hoping for some friction, to graze part of Sam that he'd left somewhat unguarded, but Sam moved so Jet barely got any relief from the motion. He let out a strangled sound and tried again, this time Sam's hand caught his hip and held him still.
"Ah, ah, ah, not so soon." Sam smiled and reached down again, teasingly drifting past the source of Jet's frustration, fingers very gently tracing over his aching erection to cup and fondle the soft flesh just a little lower. Sam couldn't have been happier with the result as Jet whimpered and nearly fell apart right there, not in any real control over his own hips anymore. Sam was glad to see it, though it was slow, Jet was relaxing enough around him this way, letting go just a little, enough to let Sam in.
"C'mon," Jet groaned in his annoyance, trying to regain some dignity though it hardly seemed important anymore. "Sam, just-"
"Just what?" Sam raised an eyebrow as his fingers traced further back, following the surprisingly smooth skin behind Jet's junk. It was nice, he noted to himself as he repeated the motion a few times, Jet really did take care of himself down there – like most should of course, but Sam never saw Jet as the 'personal hygiene' type.
Another shuddered whimper and a soft whine were Sam's replies for the action, Jet's abdomen tightened and flexed as he squirmed, moving closer to the touch and trying to wriggle in a way to get Sam's hand where he really wanted it. Sam smiled and let his fingers find the tight ring he was looking for, dipping the tip of his index in for a very brief second before moving on to just wander up to give Jet's ass a squeeze. It wasn't appreciated if Jet's grunt was anything to go by. The disheveled male whined again, his hand going for his own dick now, patience and need colliding and fighting over his actions. Sam caught Jet's wrist and pinned it down forcefully, "Don't touch it." He demanded, his tone insistent but not rude and Jet listened, he squeaked out a desperate and disapproving noise but he listened. "So what were you going to say before? 'Sam, just'?" He trailed off at the end, taking his hand down to very gently wrap around Jet's cock again.
"Ffff-uck!" Jet arched into the touch, it was so light and barely there but it was there all the same and he couldn't help himself. He didn't so much care what he looked like, not in front of Sam, he'd let Sam see him any way the other wanted to see him. And if Sam wanted to see him wrecked and begging then he'd let himself fall that way, allow the wall to come down and open up vulnerabilities he didn't know he even had. The teasing was getting the better of him anyway; it was a relief to let it out, to say it, to tell Sam. "Please! Please just- just..." His own breathing was getting in the way, words caught in sighs and quiet mewling.
Sam smiled and slowly pushed his hips forward, that little thrusting motion just adding to the tension he was building in Jet. "Just…?"
"Fuck me." He blurted out, eyes squeezed shut and head tilted back, cheeks still as rosy as they'd been at the start.
Sam thought maybe that was the sweetest thing he'd heard. He gave a few firm, strong strokes to Jet's dick, jerking him for a little relief and a sort of apology for the foreplay. "Of course I will, get comfortable." He leaned forward and held Jet still in a kiss for what was probably the third time that night, he loved feeling the harsh and needy rushes of air against his skin as Jet struggled to breathe normally. "You know," Sam smiled a bit wider as he moved away from the bed to the display, finding a condom and lube he liked, "you've always been hot but I don't think you've ever been hotter than right now."
"No thanks to you," Jet grumbled as he moved more onto the bed than he had been, legs no longer dangling off the edge. "You're a fucking tease." He could feel his face burning as he slipped his underwear off, dropping it wherever because he really honestly didn't care. His skin was flushed, he could see it as he looked down at his chest, he was surprised to see the blush had reached that far.
"Yeah but how else am I supposed to break you open?" Sam grinned back at the flustered face of his boyfriend, "You're just really cute this way, I like it."
Jet hummed softly to himself and watched Sam remove his own under garments as well. He couldn't look away, the curve of light skin drawing his eyes from the strength of Sam's back down to the swell of his ass. "You're beautiful," he muttered, feeling like the luckiest man on the planet. His heart was racing and his hands felt shaky but that was all par for the course. Sam did that to him on a regular basis, this wasn't anything new, it was just amplified.
Sam felt the heat under his skin, rising and blazing throughout him like a fire. He turned and strolled back to the bed, sinking down onto it and leaning over Jet to steal another kiss. They stayed together that way for a good minute, just moving lips and tongues until Sam cupped Jet's junk again, fiddling with the malleable organ and swallowing down his partner's moans like candy. He leaned back and placed the bottle of lube down on the bed beside him, freeing up his good hand to brush it through the sweat-damp locks over Jet's forehead, "And you're a hot mess." He murmured softly, an air of sweetness about him as his eyes drifted lower to look at the leaking pre-cum already slipping around the curve of the head. Sam debated on how he wanted to do this for a moment before he lifted up again and started pushing Jet over, "Face down."
The order was clear and sent a noticeable twitch throughout Jet's lower body, he swallowed thickly and did as he was told, not without some forceful help of course. "Sam," he sighed into the pillow, his breath hitching as Sam's hands gripped his hips and pulled them up, pushing his face further into the soft surface below him. "Honestly I didn't see this coming," he laughed, but Sam heard something in it; Jet was nervous.
His plans to slam Jet into a wall might have had to take a backseat for their first time; the rough-and-tumble man he'd grown up with was a bigger sweetheart than he knew. Sensitive wasn't a word he'd normally use describing Jet, then again Sam figured that maybe after relabeling them as boyfriends he'd have to adjust hid description. "Are you scared?" Sam asked gently, his grip loosening and touch becoming tender and soft.
"No," Jet replied simply and evenly. He pushed himself up and sat back on his knees to look at Sam properly, his cheeks flushed so bright that Sam was a little distracted. "I've never been in this position, not sure what I'm doing, that's all."
Sam grinned and pulled Jet down, tasting his mouth again, curling his fingers in the already messy hair of the other, "I haven't either," he whispered, not giving their faces any real space to speak without their lips reconnecting a little. "Let's figure it out together, okay?"
"Yeah," Jet smiled and returned the kiss quietly, "But don't stop what you're doing."
"What I'm….?"
"You told me you'd fuck me into the mattress, right? Well…" He trailed off and Sam felt his chest swelling with pride. He didn't wait for another cue; Sam grabbed Jet's shoulders and forced him down again, bending him over the way he'd wanted to.
"You're definitely gonna get it," He muttered coyly, grabbing for the bottle again. "But I'm going to make it good, don't you worry."
Jet tucked his head down and smiled wide, eyes closed as he waited with anticipation, he could hear the click of the cap on the bottle, the smooth sound of a fluid slicking up skin. His heart leapt to his throat, he held his breath and winced at the ache between his legs.
"What's the magic word?"
"Please."
The light pressure tingled at first, Jet continued to hold his breath until he felt Sam's finger curl inside him. He gasped and arched low to give Sam better access, his arms tensed as he pushed his hips backward instinctively, only to drag out another low moan from his throat. It was a shock to his system, fingers shouldn't be able to do that to him and yet there he was, dripping like a puberty slave and bucking backward onto the simplest of intrusions. Again, and again he pushed back even though it hurt, not very much but it burned, and with that burn he couldn't tell the difference between good pain and bad pain.
Sam didn't mind the enthusiasm; it was a hell of a boost for his ego to be sure. Jet was panting and begging under his breath, Sam didn't think he even knew what he was saying anymore, or that he was speaking at all. "You like this?" His voice was low and a little teasing.
Jet moaned again, it dragged out and went up in pitch as Sam started to push a second finger in. "Yes! Fuck!" He shouted incoherently into the pillow, bucking back harder. Sam caught his hips and held him still again, as best he could.
"Slow down, you'll hurt yourself."
He whined, a light sob slipping into the mixture of muffled sounds he made, but he listened again and tried to stop himself from reacting so strongly. "I want it." Jet snarled but it was caught up in the midst of a whimper pinching his vocal chords.
Sam felt like he could stay like that forever, listening to a soundtrack of Jet's sex sounds. Of course the ache in his loins was getting to be much too harsh to ignore any further and Jet's noises weren't helping. "Shhh," he hushed him soothingly, rubbing smooth circles on Jet's sides and lower back, lulling him back down so the shock of slamming his fingers in deeper would be that much better. Jet cried out vocally this time, nothing stifled or held back. "It's coming yet, gotta get you ready." Sam explained, feeling his blood rushing too fast for its own good. He loved teasing Jet but he was getting to be more impatient than his boyfriend now.
"I'm ready! I'm ready just do it!" Jet's voice was a roller coaster of emotional tones; he pushed back again even though he was told not to. "I'm ready." He repeated himself, finding the one phrase to latch onto as Sam slowly introduced a third finger, adding more lube and really scissoring to open Jet up. Last thing he wanted to do was cause severe pain, especially considering their line of 'work' at that time.
Sam ignored Jet's pleas until he was certain they were good to go, Jet's ass loose enough it wouldn't hurt, or at least not much more than a dull ache. He pulled his fingers free and grabbed the condom, taking a second to really jerk himself up to standard, or at least that's what he told himself. Sam was already pretty hot and heavy, just listening to Jet and barely touching him was too much of a turn on.
Jet gulped air down as he grew accustomed to being untouched again, nothing inside him for the next few seconds. He never thought he'd be okay with this, bending over for someone else and just waiting to take it, but he actually really couldn't wait for more. It was a surprise but a nice one; he didn't know he could love sex this much before he'd even really gotten a chance to touch Sam. That, of course, he would get to do later but right now Sam was getting plenty of enjoyment and stimulation out of torturing him. "Sa-" About to speak and cut off by his own outcry, Jet pushed down into the bed as the full length and thickness of Sam's cock pressed into him. And after all of that lead up, all of Sam's preparation to open him up still wasn't quite enough, Jet ground his teeth together as his body forced itself to stretch open for Sam, pulling and burning. "Fuck… fuck Sam!"
Sam finally exhaled the air he'd been holding, pleasure taking the place of the knots he'd been feeling, pulsing through his body and reaching the tips of his head and toes. He rolled his hips forward just to feel it, the heat and pressure all around his dick and making him want to just let go right there. Of course, as he pulled back slightly, the wet sound of him sliding out sent shivers down his spine; he wanted to hear it again. So he pushed back in, pulled out and pushed in, and loved the way that wet squelching mixed with what he could only describe as lower pitched squealing coming from just slightly ahead of him. "I didn't know you could make these sounds," he muttered huskily, snapping his hips forward to get a new reaction.
Jet shouted again, his back moving, muscles shifting as he struggled to find the rhythm Sam had going. He didn't really have words to reply with, his mind was a blur of arousal and need, his mouth hung open to make room for air and random noises he didn't even care to try and identify anymore.
Loosened up and used to the feeling now, Sam gripped Jet's hips, the strong and firm muscle trembling under his hands, and pulled Jet backward into his next thrust. He groaned as another shock of pleasure shot through him, that's how he wanted to do it. Sam adjusted his stance behind Jet and really started to give it to him, slamming in fast and hard, the sound of skin slapping loud in his ears but quickly drowned out by Jet's cries. Sam moved faster and pulled Jet back stronger, he could feel himself coming close, stamina didn't stay up when never used and he was quickly finding that an orgasm was starting to overtake him.
But he could feel Jet falling apart too, he could hear it and as much as he wanted to stop, turn them around so he could see Jet's face, he didn't have the discipline to quit where he was. It felt too good, he just wanted it a little bit more before he'd flip Jet over, a little more, a little longer but it was too late for them both. Sam's mind shot back to ground itself in reality when Jet screamed, really screamed. He'd reached back to jerk himself off while Sam was plowing into him, that frenzied touch combined with Sam's cock repeated glancing over his prostate made one hell of a mess. Not that Sam cared though, to hear how well he'd taken Jet apart was enough for him. He found the energy to thrust faster, his fingers digging into the dip in Jet's sides as he held them in place. Sam could hear himself mumbling, muttering, panting and cursing but he didn't have the presence of mind to really know what he was saying; all he knew was Jet. Jet's hands fumbled back over his, the warmth of Jet's release transitioning and leaving a cooling wetness in its wake.
Sam was close, Jet's body had gotten to be fairly limp but he still rocked back to help ease Sam into it. The buildup was excruciating, Sam could feel every fibre in his being crying out for relief but it wasn't quite there, he didn't know why it wouldn't just slip over the edge but his mind teetered, holding tight to its spot on the verge of complete annihilation. Jet smiled to himself as he realized what was happening, Sam was losing steam, he was getting tired but he was right there. Jet pulled away suddenly and reveled for a second in the sound of Sam's completely disgruntled reply.
"Lie down," Jet instructed and when Sam didn't listen he repeated himself, "Lie down, Sam. I'll take care of it."
"I want to cum inside you," Sam protested as he rolled onto his back, his muscles feeling stiff and overworked.
"You will," Jet crawled over him again, his thighs on either side of Sam's thin waist. It was so warm and welcoming; he'd really wanted to get that cock back inside him the moment he'd gotten away. Jet propped Sam up against his entrance and slowly lowered himself onto it, tensing only a little but it went in pretty easily.
Sam moaned and bucked up as best he could into Jet but it became apparent very quickly that Jet was the one in control. It was kind of fitting, Sam would have to admit, that Jet still held the reigns even after all of that. "Jet…" He breathed out heavily, his eye lids barely staying open.
"I've got you," Jet smiled and started to move, his legs were strong and though Sam thought it wouldn't be good enough he found out how wrong he was in a hurry. Jet moved fast and clenched harder around him, and though he was still taking it he managed to look like the fucking powerhouse Sam always remembered. And that just did it for him, looking at Jet, seeing his face and the motion of his body combined with feeling the same hot pressure threw Sam over the edge. He started to really arch his back, shoulders digging down into the mattress as his hands gripped and pulled at the sheets.
"Jet, Jet –oh, oh, oh, oh! Jet! JET!" Sam's body twitched, his hips jerked up and his vision went white for several seconds.
Jet rode him until Sam went limp, unable to really function anymore. He reached up and grabbed for his boyfriend, lazily trying to pull him back down. Jet chuckled and removed the used condom, tossing it into the waste bin before he conceded. Sam wrapped his arms around Jet's shoulders and buried his face against the other man's neck, nuzzling quietly as he came down from his high. He had no idea how Jet could go from completely wrecked and shaking to riding his dick like that, Sam could barely move his legs let alone put his weight on them.
Jet's arms rested over him and they laid that way together, not much to say and not many words ready to come out. He rested his head against Sam's and closed his eyes, his lips curled up in what felt like would be a permanent smile.
"I love you."
Jet's eyes shot open again and he looked down at Sam who blinked up at him, had he heard that right? Sam said…
"I love you, Jet."
His chest felt like a sack of bricks had been dropped on it as he struggled to find the words to say, "Sam, you… you mean that?"
"Why would I lie to you? I could've said nothing-" Sam was cut off when Jet's lips met his again, this time it was different though. The hormones and lust dropped from both of their actions, it was slower, deeper, and meant more than Sam could describe. He reached up and cupped Jet's cheek, finding streaks of wet spots running down to his chin. "Jet?" Sam leaned back again and looked at the other's face, at the tears that had escaped his eyes. "Are you okay?"
"I love you too." Jet's voice was very calm despite the way he looked and Sam knew what it meant, Jet was happy, relieved, and too many more emotions than couldn't be held in one person.
"I know you do." Sam smiled back and kissed him again.