Opposites Attract
Title: Opposites Attract
Pairing: My own pairing, Sam and Garrett.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sam and Garrett are complete opposites, and they're forced to be friends.
Dedications: SARAH <3333333333
A/N: This is a continuation of a play I wrote, and I promised Sarah I'd write an alternate ending! <3
Who I see as Sam: click here
Who I see as Garrett: click here
“You really are annoying,” Samuel grumbled, rolling his eyes. Garrett laughed bitterly.
“How charming.”
“I wasn’t trying to charm you, asshole,” he scoffed.
“Yes you were. You’ve been checking me out ever since I walked in the door.”
Samuel’s eyes widened slightly and his words got caught in his throat. He had no idea, had he really been that obvious with his staring? He didn’t see people like Garrett very often. Garrett was tall and lanky, just pushing the boundaries of way too skinny. His hair was cut obscenely, almost like it was meant to be a mohawk with the way it was shaved on the sides. It hung a little in his face, and Samuel had every urge to just move the hair out of his eye to see both of them side by side in all of their glory. He couldn’t get over the way that Garrett’s jeans hung so nicely on his ass, just showing every single curve… And that was the moment he realized he’d been staring just a bit too long.
“Enjoying the view?” the other smirked, biting down on his lip. “I wasn’t complaining, you know. I find you completely and utterly annoying, and you’re one of the most fucking mainstream people on the planet, but nevertheless you’re hot.”
“Seriously?” Samuel basically choked out, face and neck beat red from the words that were coming from the other. “Are… are you serious?”
“As a heart attack,” he winked. The roles had been reversed. Samuel was a nervous mess, and Garrett was completely composed and confident.
“How would you like if I got a little more comfortable and slipped out of these clothes?” he asked rather suggestively, licking his lips. Samuel could only nod in reply, moving forward to clash their lips together in a quick rush of desire and passion.
“I want you to dominate me,” Garrett whispered in Samuel’s ear when he pulled away. He worked down his neck, leaving a trail of hot and needy kisses to his collarbone where he bit and sucked until he was positive he’d marked the other boy well enough that it wouldn’t go away for a few days. He loved being a constant reminder. Samuel just whined in response, tipping his head back to let the other have a better reach of his neck. “Let’s just skip all of the foreplay,” Sam muttered, eyes closed tight. “Let’s just get to it.”
“I like that idea,” Garrett purred, licking a stripe all the way up to his mouth. He pulled away and took off his shirt and started on his jeans. Samuel did the same, but at a slower, more nervous place.
The two were quickly clad in their boxers, slowly making their way over to Sam’s bed. “We’ve got to be quiet,” he whispered. “Our moms are in the living room. If they hear us, we’re dead.” Garrett nodded and let Sam straddle his waist on the bed, sliding his hands down his bony, pale chest. “So sexy,” he mumbled, chewing on his lip seductively. It only turned Garrett on more, his hard on visible in the tight undergarments. Both Garrett and Sam had bedroom eyes, their pupils blown to their max. If Sam didn’t know any better he’d consider this hatefucking, but what did it matter? Sex was sex. And with Garrett? He was definitely all for that. Especially now that they both had taken off their boxers and were fully hard and exposed.
“Get on your knees,” he mumbled into Garrett’s ear. The boy complied and let strong, tan hands pull him up onto his hands and knees. Sam reached into his jeans and pulled out his wallet, taking out a condom.
“Come prepared?” Garrett asked hoarsely, chuckling a little.
“Always do.” Sam smirked and set it on the table by the bed, going into the bedside drawer and getting out lube. He rolled the condom on with a little soft groan, biting his lip to try and muffle the noise. Garrett just laughed.
“Don’t stretch me or prep me. Just go right in.”
The words could have made Sam come on the spot.
He took the lube and popped the cap, the familiar noise making Garrett let out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding. “Don’t worry,” Sam smirked. “It won’t hurt much.”
“I’m not a virgin, obviously if I’m telling you to fuck me raw I know how it’s going to hurt.” Garrett rolled his eyes and opened to say something snarky when Sam pushed himself in completely, making Garrett completely incompetent.
He didn’t waste any time. He thrust in and out as hard as he could, one hand steadying himself and the other hand over Garrett’s mouth to silence the noises threatening to spill over.
He snapped his hips forward hard, Garrett’s fair body flying forwards and his arms shaking. He buried his face in the sheets and stuck his ass in the air, the angle too much and too perfect that Sam was slamming into his prostate every single time.
“So close,” he boy moaned into the sheets. Sam took the hand from his mouth as it was no longer needed and tangled it in his hair, pulling the other’s head up and slamming a few more times before the boy below him was coming apart at the seams, moaning out a long ‘Samuel’ before his body was jolting. Sam didn’t last long after, coming hot inside the boy beneath him.
After a few moments of a shared silence, he pulled out and discarded the condom in the wastebin in his room and laid down on the bed, Garrett falling in sync.
"You know," the pale boy started. "If this is what we're going to do when I come over, I'll be sure to tell my mom we've got more than enough in common."