His fantasies very suddenly became reality as Nate came towards him; Sam offguard enough that he didn't react for a moment, just sat with his hands up in a shocked pose, one of them grasping the blood-soaked rag and the other shaking somewhere around Nate's shoulder.
Then suddenly he was fluid, soft against Nate, leaning back to pull him in with his hand stroking across Nate's back and his mouth opening, eyes slipping shut with a soft, easy moan leaving his lips. Was this a good idea? Probably not. But was Nate handsome, and was Sam lonely?
The answer to those questions was in the way he let his legs open, awkwardly putting one up on the chair Nate was sat on. For a while this did as he was kissed over and over, his tongue pushing into Nate's mouth and his hand reaching up to tangle in his hair..but then it just wasn't enough. He put a hand on Nate's chest (and oh, it felt so good to be able to touch someone like that) and moved him back just enough to speak.
"Should...I um.." When it actually came to speaking, he realised he lost all his confidence in a second. "..This isn't very comfortable. If you want to...d-do this...I have a bed upstairs." Of course, Nate knew that, but he tried to not think too much about how stupid he sounded and think more about the way Nate looked at him.
Samuel
I tried to dance with the devil on your back
