[OTC] Heart
[Devon is criminal_issues and is used with permission from his mun who made a request for a Sam/Devon snuggle. Set after THIS.]
As Sam was driving back from Berkeley, his mind wasn’t exactly on the road.
He knew that his brother may have had some points. But he didn’t know how he was supposed to figure out what he was really feeling. He’d never actually said it to anyone before, and he’d told Devon as much, which was probably why Devon was being so great about this. He was giving him space, and a comfort zone, so to speak, in order to figure this out, and with everything that he had put Devon through regarding his family, Sam wasn’t entirely sure he deserved it. But he was getting it, which meant that he should really take advantage of the fact that he was being given time to figure this out.
So he was trying.
It was a six hour drive south from Berkeley to Los Angeles, and there wasn’t a lot of traffic on the roads, which left him a lot of time to think. He didn’t even bother turning on the radio at this point, just rolled the windows down and let himself drive. It was relaxing, more often than not, and with just the rumble of the road beneath him, he didn’t have to worry about anything distracting him from what he was trying to figure out.
He really should be sure by now.
They’d been dating a long time. He had been waiting for the moment when it felt right, but he was also starting to wonder whether or not he was ever going to know when it was right. This area of relationships had never been one he was particularly good at, and he knew that it wasn’t going to just fly out of his mouth without his making a conscious choice to say it. And he didn’t want to say it if he didn’t mean it-that was just cruel on top of everything else.
What it came down to was the fact that he really liked Devon. He was very comfortable with him, and he wanted to be with him. It had been a while since he had actually wanted to be with someone, and he was glad that that someone was Devon. He wouldn’t have bothered to bring the guy home if he hadn’t thought there was something there, but he still didn’t know where to start.
It was about one AM when he pulled in to Devon’s place-they were at his for the week, and he quietly made his way into the apartment. Devon was probably in bed, and he didn’t want to wake him. He just snuck his way into the apartment, kicking off his shoes and jeans before sliding into bed next to him, sliding an arm across his waist to pull him closer. He was starting to think that he’d managed to get away unnoticed when the man in his arms rolled over, curling up closer.
“You’re late.”
“Had dinner with my brother,” Sam said as way of an explanation and he felt Devon nod slightly against his chest.
“How’d that go?”
“Well,” Sam replied, relaxing as he settled in more. “It went really well.”
“Good,” Devon said, sighing slightly as he did. “That’s-good.”
“Good.”
Sam started to close his eyes, soaking in the comfort and just relaxing, feeling happier than he had in a long, long time. He liked this feeling, whatever it was, and he was thinking that he could finally start putting a name to it.
“Devon?” he began hesitantly, wondering if his boyfriend was still awake.
“Hmmm?”
“I love you.”
595 words
RP for criminal_issues, should he choose to accept.
As Sam was driving back from Berkeley, his mind wasn’t exactly on the road.
He knew that his brother may have had some points. But he didn’t know how he was supposed to figure out what he was really feeling. He’d never actually said it to anyone before, and he’d told Devon as much, which was probably why Devon was being so great about this. He was giving him space, and a comfort zone, so to speak, in order to figure this out, and with everything that he had put Devon through regarding his family, Sam wasn’t entirely sure he deserved it. But he was getting it, which meant that he should really take advantage of the fact that he was being given time to figure this out.
So he was trying.
It was a six hour drive south from Berkeley to Los Angeles, and there wasn’t a lot of traffic on the roads, which left him a lot of time to think. He didn’t even bother turning on the radio at this point, just rolled the windows down and let himself drive. It was relaxing, more often than not, and with just the rumble of the road beneath him, he didn’t have to worry about anything distracting him from what he was trying to figure out.
He really should be sure by now.
They’d been dating a long time. He had been waiting for the moment when it felt right, but he was also starting to wonder whether or not he was ever going to know when it was right. This area of relationships had never been one he was particularly good at, and he knew that it wasn’t going to just fly out of his mouth without his making a conscious choice to say it. And he didn’t want to say it if he didn’t mean it-that was just cruel on top of everything else.
What it came down to was the fact that he really liked Devon. He was very comfortable with him, and he wanted to be with him. It had been a while since he had actually wanted to be with someone, and he was glad that that someone was Devon. He wouldn’t have bothered to bring the guy home if he hadn’t thought there was something there, but he still didn’t know where to start.
It was about one AM when he pulled in to Devon’s place-they were at his for the week, and he quietly made his way into the apartment. Devon was probably in bed, and he didn’t want to wake him. He just snuck his way into the apartment, kicking off his shoes and jeans before sliding into bed next to him, sliding an arm across his waist to pull him closer. He was starting to think that he’d managed to get away unnoticed when the man in his arms rolled over, curling up closer.
“You’re late.”
“Had dinner with my brother,” Sam said as way of an explanation and he felt Devon nod slightly against his chest.
“How’d that go?”
“Well,” Sam replied, relaxing as he settled in more. “It went really well.”
“Good,” Devon said, sighing slightly as he did. “That’s-good.”
“Good.”
Sam started to close his eyes, soaking in the comfort and just relaxing, feeling happier than he had in a long, long time. He liked this feeling, whatever it was, and he was thinking that he could finally start putting a name to it.
“Devon?” he began hesitantly, wondering if his boyfriend was still awake.
“Hmmm?”
“I love you.”
595 words
RP for criminal_issues, should he choose to accept.