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Sam and Puck sat nestled together on Puck's Nana's trampoline. They were alone in the backyard, and their combined weight forced them into a small concave. After the hundreds of attempted somersaults it seemed like a nice way to cool down.
"So, that was a lot of venting with Miss Pillsbury," Puck said, stroking the hair on Sam's head, which was laid conveniently on his chest.
"Yeah," Sam sighed.
"...There was more to the story, wasn't there?"
Sam shifted his weight, nervous.
"Why didn't you say it?"
Sam rolled off Puck, sitting cross legged beside him. "I don't know... It's embarrassing?"
Puck's brow creased. "Embarrassing how?"
Sam rolled his eyes. "I guess you could say... I was 'charmed'." He look down, quirking his lips. "I fell for all the tricks in the book, and was left out to dry. It should be obvious why I don't like to talk about it."
Puck pulled him back down into his arms, squeezing him tight. "Well, tell me what you fell for so I can get some ideas." Sam giggled, but quickly sobered.
"It wasn't like that."
Puck sat up, releasing Sam from his arms. "Then what was it like?"
Sam paused, extremely hesitant. Conflicting feelings battled inside him, trying to get him to simultaneously spill his guts and keep everything under the covers. In the end, the former feelings won.
I'd give anything to give me to you
Can you forget the world that you thought you knew?
Sam waited next to the door of Sebastian's homeroom, waiting for him to walk out. He leaned against the doorframe, looking cool. The next second Sebastian came out, the bang of the door so loud Sam jumped and slid unceremoniously to the floor.
"Hey," Sam coughed, frustrated at his futile attempts of seduction.
"Hey," Sebastian replied. Sam didn't understand the tired tone, and followed Sebastian down the hallway.
"How've you been?" Sam asked, his eagerness only irritating Sebastian more.
"Still good, considering you asked me that last night," he muttered. He walked fast, ignoring Sam trying to match his pace. He stopped abruptly and Sam walked into him. "Look," Sebastian said, trying to be calm despite his shaking hands, "What do you think's going on between us?"
Sam took the moment abruptly, lost for words. He simply opened and closed his mouth, hands up, affronted. He shrunk in on himself. "I-I don't know. Almost dating, kinda? I guess."
Sebastian let out a cold laugh that gave Sam a withered look. "Dating? You think we're dating? All we did was make out for like, three days! How could you possible call that dating?"
Sam looked down and pouted. "I dunno."
Sebastian placed a hand on Sam's shoulder and sighed. He felt Sam tense under his touch. "We're just friends with benefits," he waited for eye contact, "Is that okay, Sam?"
Sam stared into hazel eyes, seeing the reflection of his face from them. He looked borderline pathetic, so he steeled his trembling lip and strengthened his reserve. "Okay," he replied, so glad his voice didn't brake.
"Awesome." The grin he received in return was enough to melt him. "I'll get in touch soon, okay?"
"What a dick," Puck interrupted, neglecting to mention the number of chicks he had led on with the same method and waiting with a sympathetic ear.
"I know," Sam laughed. "There still is more to the story, if you're interested."
Puck rolled onto his stomach, propping himself up on his elbows and kicking his legs. "Please, continue."
If you want me
Come and find me
Nothing's stopping you
So please release me
Several cautious make-out sessions later, Sebastian led Sam into the janitors locker yet again. But this time, when Sam stepped over a bucket for a kiss his lips met a single finger. "Wait just one sec," Sebastian said, and Sam complied. "Let's talk about something first."
"If it's about my mouth I've told you: I don't know what collagen is."
"It's not that," Sebastian smiled, laughing a little. "I just thought that it'd be fun to be... exclusive?"
Sam smiled, beside himself. "Was that a question or a statement?"
"Don't be a dick," Sebastian joked, waiting for an answer.
"Well, okay then. I guess we're exclusive," Sam decided.
And with an eye the glinted with what Sam assumed was adoration, Sebastian closed the distance between them.
I'll believe all your lies
Just pretend you love me
Make believe, close your eyes
I'll be anything for you
Later that night, Sam lay sleepless in his dorm. He tossed and turned, too overcome by infatuation to rest. He only hoped his roommates didn't misinterpret all his shuffling as late-night masturbation. Oh well.
He didn't care because he had a boyfriend. A secret boyfriend, but a boyfriend nonetheless. Sam was a little confused at how just a week before he had been labelled as just an outlet of sexual frustration, as humiliating that was (what with his feelings and all), but that had been replaced with pure and utter joy. He couldn't quite explain the numerous butterflies he felt in his stomach, but let's just say the mawkish sentiment in all the romantic comedies finally seemed justifiable.
Nothing left to make me feel any more
There's only you and every day I need more
Despite his premonition that he was starting to fit the role of the needy dependant partner, Sam allowed himself his fangirl behaviour just this once - after all, it was his first boyfriend. Not even Tristans sonorous snoring could alter his state. Hopefully Sebastian would reciprocate his enthusiasm anyway.
And apparently he did, because the door slowly creaked open to reveal a looming silhouette.
"Sam?" Sebastian called. In a second Sam jumped from his bed, landing cat-like on the carpet and rushing out the room. He quietly closed the door, and the two sat alone in Sam's common room, illuminated by only the stripe of moonlight seeping in through the curtains.
"What are you doing here?" Sam whispered, torn between staring at his boyfriend and the dormitory door. "Curfew ended hours ago! You're going to get in so much trouble."
Sebastian grinned. "You mean we."
With that, Sebastian grabbed Sam by the hand and led him through the winding corridors (tiptoeing past the teachers quarters), to one of the old fire exits. Sam slapped Sebastian's hand as he went to push it open.
"Are you stupid?" He gaped, "These things are alarmed."
Sebastian replied with only a smug expression and slowly opened the door. "Correction. These things are supposed to be alarmed. You think it's the first time I've gone out this way?" He walked through the door and held out his hand. "Come on."
Sam looked back down the deserted hall before reaching out to grasp Sebastian's hand. The two shared a loving moment of connection before Sam was unceremoniously yanked through the doorway. Seconds later they were running together, hand in hand down the pavement, to stop only once surrounded by a field of trees.
"We're going to get into so much trouble..." Sam said, unable to hide his grin.
Sebastian scoffed. "Please, I've done this heaps of times. Never been caught."
Sam sat down, patting the spot next to him. "Never?"
"Never." Sebastian repeated, sitting on the grass next to Sam. They rested their backs on the tree behind them and stared into the density of the black forest.
Sam began pulling at the grass, yanking it from its roots. "So, guessing you couldn't sleep either?"
Sebastian sighed. "Nah, too much happened today to sleep."
"I feel ya." The two sat in silence for the briefest of moments, only the chirps of nearby crickets indication the world hadn't frozen, until Sam spoke again. "Wanna make out?"
"Obviously." And so, in the most informal manner, the two smashed their lips together in a force cushioned by Sebastian's tongue. For minutes, they kissed passionately, with all the fervor they had become accustomed to over the last week, until their cheeks were red and lips puffed.
"Hold up," Sam said, resting his head against tree. "Let me catch my breath."
Sebastian rolled his eyes, and played with the grass. "Amatuer." His hand made contact with a sharp stone, and he grasped it. "I have an idea," he said, turning his body to face the tree trunk. Sam looked on with vivid curiosity (mostly at how Sebastian's arms would tense, and all the sinewy muscle would become visible every time he struck the tree), clueless as to his boyfriend's intentions. Moving his head so his view involved more than just tricep, he saw a heart, carved ragged yet sentimental. Inside, as predicted the initials 'S.E. + S.S' were embedded in the circle. Pretty quick carving. "Sorry if it's too.. forward," Sebastian apologized.
I'll become your earth and sky
Forever never die
I'll be everything you need
"No," Sam replied, effulgent, "It's great." At least now he knew he wasn't going overboard with his feelings. The simple heart was perfect - initials picayune to others but an augury for the couple themselves. Sam reached his arm around Sebastian's neck and pulled him in for another kiss, a way of saying 'thanks.' What this kiss lacked in length it doubled in emotion. When Sam pulled away, his vision was full of hazel. "Should we go to bed now? I'm tired."
"Yeah, same," Sebastian agreed, seeming a little lost for words.
I'll believe all your lies
Just pretend you love me
Make believe, close your eyes
I'll be anything for you
"Wow," Puck whistled, "I can see why he was trouble."
Sam tried to disguise his dissettlement with a laugh. "You'll see soon - but now it's late,
he stared at the moon and the now vibrant stars juxtaposed against the dark sky. "Let's go inside." Puck jumped up and off the trampoline, his gravity rolling Sam over.
"Well, you'll have plenty of time to tell me while you sleep over," Puck retorted, running inside. Sam sighed. He didn't feel right, separated from his family for so long, but they were encouraging, and he guessed they would enjoy the extra space around the motel. "Nana's gone out somewhere, but she left us some Matzo Ball Soup!" Puck called, leaving Sam to wonder how he had gotten to the kitchen so fast.