Reaching High

As the hand on his back tensed Sam leaned further forward into Remi, let his hands reach up to tangle in the other man's hair. This was his second kiss in memory, somewhat more of a dual effort than the first ripped from him by Nate in this very hall; Sam had very little idea of what he was doing but his body filled in the blanks for him just like Remi's did, his eyes fluttering closed as Remi stayed close, their lips interlocked but not truly together. "I could be..someone new." He whispered, still unsure of what quite to say. But he wanted so badly what he'd described in his own writings, what he had thrown away in a moment of impulse that he regretted. When he was like this with Remi he could feel something he never remembered feeling before: passion. There was a tongue run over his lip and Sam gasped, surged in to chase it, kissing Remi hard and messily. One of his hands fell down to clasp at the back of Remi's shirt, a simple request: Don't leave. Samuel At seventeen, I started to starve myself I thought that love was a kind of emptiness And at least I understood then the hunger I felt And I didn't have to call it loneliness