“God, yes.”
Sami smiled.He squirted more lube into his hand, spread it generously all over Baz’s dick with the hint of a massage.And then, he got into position.Baz ran his hands down the curve of Sami’s spine and spread his ass.
Sami sank down on him.Baz threw his head back, clawed into his skin with a moan that made him glad for his lack of roommates.
Sami’s face was never more than an inch away; resisting kissing him was an insurmountable challenge, even for Baz.Being blanketed by Sami, hearing the quiet gasps and moans, getting lost in the familiar dance of their lips was too good to hold anything back.
There was no explosive relief, no moment of regretful clarity over the animalistic impulses that had overcome him.No, the orgasm rolled over him gently, filled his whole body with delicious relief.It lasted forever until it ebbed down.Even then, Sami stayed in his embrace.
Baz trailed his lips up Sami’s neck, who hummed and tilted his head to the side.
When goosebumps spread on Sami’s arms, Baz cleaned the two of them up and maneuvered them under the blanket.Sami’s arms wrapped around him with a naturalness Baz might never get enough of.
“How are you feeling?”Sami whispered.
Baz kissed his forehead.“I feel great.You’re amazing.”
Sami lifted his head, smiling.“I meant about earlier.”
It took Baz several seconds to realize he was referring to Jack’s visit.It should have doomed Baz’s day to pain and drama, yet here he was, relishing the bliss of Sami’s company.
“Formidable orgasms really help coping with family trauma.”He kissed Sami’s forehead again.He simply couldn’t stop.
Sami pushed himself onto his elbow.“Baz… Why did seeing your dad upset you so much?”
And there went the peace.Baz sighed out a slow breath.He didn’t want to talk about it, didn’t want to think about Jack when being alive felt so good for once.But Sami’s gaze was so sincere, so attentive, so much like he cared…
“He killed my mom.”
Chapter nineteen
“Ohmygod?!”Samiexclaimed.The mattress bounced with how quickly he sat up.“When?How?Did he just get out of jail?!”
“No!He…” Baz sighed.Where to begin?“My mother overdosed on heroin when I was fourteen.”
“Oh.”Sami’s forehead fell into creases.“Huh?”
“My dad was the one who introduced her to drugs.So.”
“Right.Did he tell you that?”
“Like he would.But I caught them smoking weed as a kid when I was too young to realize what it meant.”
Sami gasped theatrically.“No.The devil’s lettuce?You’re right, he shoved that needle into her arm.”
Was he seriously defending Jack?
“He is a deadbeat, queerphobic piece of shit that made her life so miserable, she turned to drugs!It is absolutely his fault.Everything is.”
Baz never wanted to uproot his life when he was only sixteen.He never wanted to see his sister crying and spending her teenage years plotting to run away.He never wanted them to have to work three shitty minimum wage jobs each to make rent.They did it because the only thing Jack was capable of was drinking and yelling and hating Eevee for daring not to be the son he wanted her to be!All Baz had wanted was a home.Why had that been too much to ask?
“Okay.I believe you.”Sami cupped his cheek.
Baz nodded, drawing a steadying breath.It wasn’t Sami’s fault his dad was a bum.
“Do you want to tell me what happened?”
That was the last thing Baz wanted.
