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“Well?” Maddison fought to keep his blush in check.
“You’re right,” Sam said. “I’m that, Doll Face.”
Maddison hit him with a pillow, but Sam was an athlete and had fast reflexes, so he was able to catch the pillow, tossed it away and in one motion had his arms around Maddison again. Maddison could melt then and there.
Whispering against Maddison’s ear, Sam’s voice was lower, huskier, full of emotions. “I love you. I’m so sorry I’m late. I’m so sorry you had to go through all that alone. I’m in love with you too, Maddison. It’s not the same without you. I was miserable when you left.”
Maddison’s shoulders shook again, and he couldn’t help himself this time, he pulled away from Sam only to crawl up the other’s lap and bury his face on the nook between his shoulder and neck.
“Don’t cry, please,” said Sam.
“These are happy tears.” Muffled and breathless.
A kiss on his temple. Another whispered I love you.
Jesus, he felt like he was floating.
“Should we go and sleep? All that crying must have been exhausting,” Sam asked after a while, when Maddison was done crying and Sam’s shirt was soaking wet.
“No, I want to stay awake. A little longer.”
“Alright.”
“Come on, let’s lie down.” He easily lifted Maddison off his lap, as if Maddison weighed nothing. Maddison could only stare as Sam went under the covers and lifted one side, indicating for Maddison to follow.
“Are we going to have sex?” Maddison asked. Then, realizing what he said, balked.
Sam choked. “W-what?”
“Ha ha, just kidding?”
“You dork!”
“Sorry.” Maddison went under the sheets, covering himself from head to toe. Then, shyly, he peeked out of it, exposing only his eyes. Sam’s gaze was heavy on him, he discovered. Swallowed. Feeling his face warming, he murmured, “We haven’t even kissed yet.”
Sam’s eyes widened, then narrowed. Maddison’s heart was beating fast and before he knew it, he was being pressed on the mattress with Sam on top of him, hovering over his face, arms on either side of his head. Maddison gulped. Holy shit.
Their noses were touching, and Maddison’s eyes were almost double-crossed but he couldn’t stop looking at the minute greens of Sam’s eyes, almost gone with how dark they’ve become. If Maddison moved ever so slightly, their lips would touch, finally. Finally —
“I’ve imagined this so many times before,” Sam said. Then, “May I kiss you?”
Trying not to sound desperate, Maddison said, “Please.”
There was a pull, then they were kissing. And god, was it glorious. Heady. Maddison never felt anything like it. Were there fireworks? Angels singing? Flowers in the background? No, there were none. But it was extraordinary. It was more than those things.
More. More, Maddison wanted more. Sam licked his lower lip, making Maddison gasp and then their tongues were touching. Warm. Hot. Maddison was feverish. He was pushing and Sam was pushing and it felt good, so good. Maddison pulled on Sam’s hair and Sam groaned, angling his head to the side to kiss Maddison better, oh god it was so much better. And Maddison was gasping, panting, Sam was pulling away from him only to come back and nip at his jaw, down his neck, licking the soft skin there then back at his lips again.
“Sam,” said Maddison. Sam gave him a peck. Then another. And another. To his cheek, his jaw, the back of his ear. Maddison bucked up his hips against his and Sam let out a groan, deep and vibrating and sending shivers down Maddison’s spine. It did something to him. Something. Maddison needed. Oh, Maddison needed.
“Sam,” he said again. Gasped. “Sam.”
“What is it?” Sam murmured, busying himself on Maddison’s neck.
“I need — please.”
“What is it?”
Maddison whined, rocked his hips again. “Please.”
