OOM: The transition begins.

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The Door opens into Cal's living room, which features a brown leather sectional couch. The color base of the room is fairly neutral, with a few colors overlaid that emphasize the framed pictures on the wall without going overboard. In short, it looks exactly like it was decorated by someone with good taste and a substantial budget who knows Cal

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It's been a full twenty-four hours since they've been out of the apartment.

Not that all of that has been spent in bed. Right now, for example, they're on the couch, leftovers from dinner getting cold on the coffee table as they talk. Half the concentration is on the conversation, half of it on each other and the inevitable return to bed. If they get that far.

Cal's beginning to feel a little - unsettled? static? - limited, though. There's only so much he's comfortable with doing, and while Sam has seemed perfectly satisfied with how things have unfolded so far, Cal is becoming acutely aware of the fact that they can't stay stuck somewhere between second and third base forever.

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Sam is, indeed, not complaining: he's having a good time in New York, and he assumes that Cal will, well, do more when he wants to do more.

He stretches, not-quite-yawning and leaning back against Cal.

"So," he asks, smiling up at him, "Are you having a good time?"

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Cal automatically shifts his weight to comfortably counter Sam's, saying,

"I am. I'm glad you came back with me."

Which doesn't really need saying in order to be obvious, but since when has that stopped Cal?

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Sam grins. "You're putting up with me okay, then."

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Cal laughs.

"I'll probably make it."

He's not looking forward to Sam's departure.

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"Good," Sam says, stroking Cal's hair. "I wouldn't want to make life too hard for you."

Well. Not life, anyway.

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"You could never make my life hard," Cal says with exaggerated emphasis.

It's almost as if he can read the narrative!

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Sam smirks, laughing. "I bet I could if I tried."

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"Well, if you tried," Cal says dismissively. As if Sam would try.

You know, to make Cal's life hard.

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"I'm very trying," he grins. "Or so I'm often told."

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Cal chuckles and leans in to kiss Sam.

This in no way implies that he has no answer for that. He just likes kissing Sam, that's all.

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Sam would argue (...well. He might.) but that would be arguing with Calkisses, and that's absolutely against every moral code he has.

Yup.

He kisses Cal back, anyway, one hand snaking up to comfortably cup Cal's jaw.

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There's been a lot of kissing since they came back here, and it just never gets old. Cal shifts a little to slip one arm around Sam as they kiss.

He'd thought, before, that kissing Sam would be different once they finally slept together - or, more accurately, reached orgasm together - and he was right. That exciting, tightly coiled tension is gone. But it's been replaced with a kind of lazy, delicious anticipation that Cal is more familiar with, and he doesn't mind that one bit.

Of course, he'd also thought that, after that point, he wouldn't be worrying about what comes next anymore. He was wrong about that.

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Sam curls closer, wanting more. He almost misses the excitement of before, the heady sharp want. Almost. But this right now, Cal warm and relaxed against him, isn't worth giving up for anything. Cal like this is perfect, and it's almost enough to make Sam forget how short this time must be.

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Cal is happy enough to draw Sam in, both arms around him now. They fit together naturally, as they should by now; they've certainly had enough practice. Cal is focused intently on Sam, background concerns forgotten. For the moment, anyway.

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Sam makes a contented sound, stroking Cal's face lazily.

Mmm.