[His arm tightens involuntarily around the young man’s shoulders when he jumps. An instinct to protect. Sam smiles, leaning to kiss his temple, fingers returning their steady track down his arm, up the curve of his shoulder and back down again. They’re safe. Warm and at peace and he’s happy. Happier than he’s been in a good long while. Because of Stiles. His generous heart, his kindness, his boundless enthusiasm.] Happens to me too.
[His scent is warm and earthy, tinged with the high scent of adderall and underneath it, the sharp, tantalizing fragrance of his skin. It reminds Sam of home. He can drag in a deep breath and be instantly calmed by his scent.
[This could be something wonderful between them. Sam is falling hard and fast for the teen curled against his chest. He shudders, all of the breath tumbling out of him when Stiles begins to nuzzle at his neck, planting soft, shivery kisses into his skin. Sam wraps his arms around Stiles, pulling him in closer, trying to ignore the sudden rush of heat that wants him to forget his promise to wait.]
[Stiles lets the cookies fall into his lap as he smooths his hand over Sam's chest, kissing down to the dip of Sam's collarbone. He made a soft noise as Sam's hand trailed up and down his arm, thigh pressed against thigh.]
I missed you... [Stiles continued to trail his lips over Sam's adam's apple before realizing how carried away he'd gotten, and pulled away a little bit, retreating into Sam's shoulder.]
[The opened and untouched bag of Swedish fish drops to the floor as Stiles moves slowly across his neck. Sam tilts his head back to allow him easier access, his breath coming quicker with each gentle brush of lips against his skin. It’s been a very long time for him and it’s all Sam can do to keep from hauling Stiles into his lap, clutching him as close as he possibly can. Loving him. Instead his hands move restlessly along his shoulders and back as he leans in, quietly encouraging touches.
[Only when Stiles pulls away, ducking into his shoulder does Sam come back to himself. It takes a little longer to get his breathing back under control, but he tightens his arm around his shoulder, keeping him close. Slow. Right.] I missed you too.
I’m sorry. I should have called you sooner.
[Stiles had reassured him time and time again, but Sam still worried that the teen would back away, not want to see him.]
[Stiles bit his lip, wanting to move closer again; but Sam is breathing heavily and Stiles isn't sure if that's a good sign or not. He's still pretty new to this, wasn't sure what he was supposed to do; just knew that he wanted to be closer...]
Nah, I was on house arrest. [Very nearly. Stiles kissed Sam's shoulder gently, hand brushing over Sam's opposite shoulder.] But maybe...we could see each other again soon...?
[Sam wants to keep him close, but he's more than willing to let Stiles set the pace, do what he's comfortable with. His hand splays out flat between his shoulderblades, fingers moving lightly.] Anytime we're in town, I'm all yours.
[He was starting to hunt again, small jobs in the immediate area. Derek didn't like it, but he was showing enough control to be able to do it without the Alpha getting too snarly about it. They were never gone more than a few days. It was enough to keep Dean from going crazy living in one place.
[Sam noses close, kissing him when he tilts his head up. It's not long until he turns eighteen.
[.. right? Ohgod. He doesn't even know when his birthday is and doesn't know how to ask without seeming like an impatient lover. Even if he kind of is.]
Oh...yeah I heard about that. [Maybe Scott had been giving him pack updates. Maybe Stiles had asked about Sam specifically. Maybe Scott had given him a funny look but provided the information anyway because the best friend code was in effect.
Or maybe not. Stiles wasn't on trial; he didn't need to own up to anything.] Must be fun for you and your brother to get out of this town for a while.
[Stiles made a soft noise as Sam kissed him, melting into his embrace. His birthday was August 26th - much too far off, in Stiles' opinion. They were holding back - which Stiles wished they didn't have to - but then again, what would happen if they didn't? Illegal things, no doubt. This right here was pretty illegal already...but disregarding that, because really, the legality of their situation completely flew out the window months before Stiles even met Sam...what happened when it was his birthday? And they were...unrestricted? Stiles wanted that badly, but at the same time, wasn't sure what they were going to do with it...
He guessed they'd just have to find out, and it was back to full circle.]
It's a good way to keep Dean from wearing holes in the carpet. [Sam was content to stay in one place. He was hoping that sooner or later his brother would start to feel the same.
[His fingertips drag along his jaw as he kisses him. By the time they come up for air, the movie is all but forgotten. Sam keeps him near. There were some things they should probably talk about. He wasn't as concerned with legality, that sort of went out the window courtesy of the hunters. Bridge crossed and lit on fire. No, Sam's concern was what Stiles wanted, what he was okay with.]
No rush, okay? We're not going to do anything you're not comfortable with.
He likes traveling, huh? [Stiles wondered if Sam was going to leave once he could control himself. They still didn't know how far the pack bond could stretch - Sam and Dean might be able to return to South Dakota...
Stiles sighed gently as their lips moved in cohesion, wondering when this had all become so natural. He found himself breathless when Sam pulled away, heartbeat pounding away in his chest.
Breaking any law would be worth it if it meant he could keep Sam - even if Stiles' father would be the one enforcing those laws. This was like Spiderman, but with more wolves and gay sex...]
You're not making me uncomfortable. [Far from it. Stiles hadn't felt this elated in months; perhaps his entire life. Stiles dipped in to kiss Sam's neck again, unable to resist the smooth flesh.] I'm just...new to this.
We've never lived anywhere for more than a year. Even then he was getting itchy and grouchy. He liked hunting with Dad. He'll come around. I.. I kind of like it here. [Being part of a pack, finding stability, and now finding Stiles. Sam had no intention of leaving.
[The kiss is easy, comfortable, and slowly growing more intense. But it's those slow, tentative kisses along his neck that unravel him, leaving Sam breathless as he holds him close. He shifts, his growing erection already pressing at his jeans, making them uncomfortably tight.] I know. You can take your time.
[Fast and frantic, slow and easy, he's more than willing to let him set the pace of things. They've got plenty of time to decide.]
Oh...cool. [Stiles tried not to show how more than okay he was with Sam staying in Beacon Hills. He'd probably want to leave, eventually...]
...What if I don't want to take my time? [Stiles whispered into Sam's neck, as if he were disclosing an important secret - and he was, kind of. Stiles wasn't sure what exactly he wanted - just that it involved Sam - but he knew something was going to happen and despite his concerns...Stiles didn't know if he wanted to wait so long for whatever it was to happen.
But then, he also had to make sure Sam was okay with it. Stiles hadn't exactly had a chance to discuss the legality and questionable morality of everything with him. If Sam was kissing him now just because he wanted to make sure Stiles wasn't going to go and off himself after what had happened, Stiles would be hurt. And pissed. But mostly hurt.
Those doubts, however, disappeared as Stiles kissed around to the other side of Sam's neck, shifting halfway into the man's lap as he curved his head around Sam's jaw.] Oh...um...
[Sam's erection was straining against his jeans, pressed against Stiles' thigh, solid and very, very present. Stiles pulled back to look at Sam with wide eyes, but froze and stayed where he was, partially on top of the man's lap.]
[Every little kiss sends sparks along his skin. He wants this, wants Stiles so badly, but the last thing he wants to do is push him after what had happened with the hunters.
[Sam also remembers what it's like to be confused, not entirely sure what you want or you're ready for. He steadies Stiles in his lap, making sure he doesn't overbalance himself and slide off. Careful to keep him steady, but not enough to make him feel pinned.
[He gives him a reassuring kiss at his sudden, surprised sound.] We don't have to do anything you don't want to. Okay? [If Stiles was comfortable simply making out, then that's all they'd do.]
Okay. [Stiles looked down at Sam's bulging jeans, then trailed up to his chest, finally meeting Sam's eyes again. Sam kept him balanced there for a moment before Stiles slowly reached down, pressing his palm to Sam's erection in one, firm stroke through his jeans.]
[He draws in a sharp, sudden breath when Stiles boldly riches him. Sam draws him in close, kissing him slowly. He wants Stiles to touch him, run his fingers along his chest and body. He wants to lay him down and love him without pain or fear (out an audience) and do things the right way.
[Hunters live in a world of questionable legality and morality anyway. He's more worried about Stiles and what he needs.] Yeah. I want.
[Stiles watched Sam carefully, wondering if he was going about this the right way. Stiles brought his hand back up and stroked Sam again, shifting so he could straddle the older man's lap. The touch seemed to be good, judging by Sam's sharp breath, and Stiles wrapped his fingers over him, squeezing gently.]
I... [Stiles didn't know what he wanted. Just, Sam.] ...is this okay?
[Stiles leaned forward, brushing a kiss over Sam's lips, free hand splaying across Sam's upper chest.]
[A small moan slips free as he palms him. Slow necking. They can do that for awhile. Until he feels more confident with things. Sam returns the kiss, tongue slipping between his lips. The weight of Stiles in his lap isn't heavy; it's perfect.] Yeah. It is.
If you need to slow down or stop, any time, tell me, okay?
[His hands slide up his back and down again, fingers just brushing at the hem of his shirt]
I will... [Stiles shivered as Sam's hands trailed over his back, tongue brushing against Stiles' lips. He stroked Sam a few more times before pausing, fiddling with the buttons on Sam's jeans.]
...Are you sure you...want to risk this? [Stiles slowly worked Sam's button open, fingers searching out the catch of his zipper.] I don't want to get you in trouble. [Though they'd already broken the law in regards to relations with a minor in the biggest way possible.]
[His scent is warm and earthy, tinged with the high scent of adderall and underneath it, the sharp, tantalizing fragrance of his skin. It reminds Sam of home. He can drag in a deep breath and be instantly calmed by his scent.
[This could be something wonderful between them. Sam is falling hard and fast for the teen curled against his chest. He shudders, all of the breath tumbling out of him when Stiles begins to nuzzle at his neck, planting soft, shivery kisses into his skin. Sam wraps his arms around Stiles, pulling him in closer, trying to ignore the sudden rush of heat that wants him to forget his promise to wait.]
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I missed you... [Stiles continued to trail his lips over Sam's adam's apple before realizing how carried away he'd gotten, and pulled away a little bit, retreating into Sam's shoulder.]
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[Only when Stiles pulls away, ducking into his shoulder does Sam come back to himself. It takes a little longer to get his breathing back under control, but he tightens his arm around his shoulder, keeping him close. Slow. Right.] I missed you too.
I’m sorry. I should have called you sooner.
[Stiles had reassured him time and time again, but Sam still worried that the teen would back away, not want to see him.]
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Nah, I was on house arrest. [Very nearly. Stiles kissed Sam's shoulder gently, hand brushing over Sam's opposite shoulder.] But maybe...we could see each other again soon...?
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[He was starting to hunt again, small jobs in the immediate area. Derek didn't like it, but he was showing enough control to be able to do it without the Alpha getting too snarly about it. They were never gone more than a few days. It was enough to keep Dean from going crazy living in one place.
[Sam noses close, kissing him when he tilts his head up. It's not long until he turns eighteen.
[.. right? Ohgod. He doesn't even know when his birthday is and doesn't know how to ask without seeming like an impatient lover. Even if he kind of is.]
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Or maybe not. Stiles wasn't on trial; he didn't need to own up to anything.] Must be fun for you and your brother to get out of this town for a while.
[Stiles made a soft noise as Sam kissed him, melting into his embrace. His birthday was August 26th - much too far off, in Stiles' opinion. They were holding back - which Stiles wished they didn't have to - but then again, what would happen if they didn't? Illegal things, no doubt. This right here was pretty illegal already...but disregarding that, because really, the legality of their situation completely flew out the window months before Stiles even met Sam...what happened when it was his birthday? And they were...unrestricted? Stiles wanted that badly, but at the same time, wasn't sure what they were going to do with it...
He guessed they'd just have to find out, and it was back to full circle.]
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[His fingertips drag along his jaw as he kisses him. By the time they come up for air, the movie is all but forgotten. Sam keeps him near. There were some things they should probably talk about. He wasn't as concerned with legality, that sort of went out the window courtesy of the hunters. Bridge crossed and lit on fire. No, Sam's concern was what Stiles wanted, what he was okay with.]
No rush, okay? We're not going to do anything you're not comfortable with.
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Stiles sighed gently as their lips moved in cohesion, wondering when this had all become so natural. He found himself breathless when Sam pulled away, heartbeat pounding away in his chest.
Breaking any law would be worth it if it meant he could keep Sam - even if Stiles' father would be the one enforcing those laws. This was like Spiderman, but with more wolves and gay sex...]
You're not making me uncomfortable. [Far from it. Stiles hadn't felt this elated in months; perhaps his entire life. Stiles dipped in to kiss Sam's neck again, unable to resist the smooth flesh.] I'm just...new to this.
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[The kiss is easy, comfortable, and slowly growing more intense. But it's those slow, tentative kisses along his neck that unravel him, leaving Sam breathless as he holds him close. He shifts, his growing erection already pressing at his jeans, making them uncomfortably tight.] I know. You can take your time.
[Fast and frantic, slow and easy, he's more than willing to let him set the pace of things. They've got plenty of time to decide.]
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...What if I don't want to take my time? [Stiles whispered into Sam's neck, as if he were disclosing an important secret - and he was, kind of. Stiles wasn't sure what exactly he wanted - just that it involved Sam - but he knew something was going to happen and despite his concerns...Stiles didn't know if he wanted to wait so long for whatever it was to happen.
But then, he also had to make sure Sam was okay with it. Stiles hadn't exactly had a chance to discuss the legality and questionable morality of everything with him. If Sam was kissing him now just because he wanted to make sure Stiles wasn't going to go and off himself after what had happened, Stiles would be hurt. And pissed. But mostly hurt.
Those doubts, however, disappeared as Stiles kissed around to the other side of Sam's neck, shifting halfway into the man's lap as he curved his head around Sam's jaw.] Oh...um...
[Sam's erection was straining against his jeans, pressed against Stiles' thigh, solid and very, very present. Stiles pulled back to look at Sam with wide eyes, but froze and stayed where he was, partially on top of the man's lap.]
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[Sam also remembers what it's like to be confused, not entirely sure what you want or you're ready for. He steadies Stiles in his lap, making sure he doesn't overbalance himself and slide off. Careful to keep him steady, but not enough to make him feel pinned.
[He gives him a reassuring kiss at his sudden, surprised sound.] We don't have to do anything you don't want to. Okay? [If Stiles was comfortable simply making out, then that's all they'd do.]
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And you...want to?
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[Hunters live in a world of questionable legality and morality anyway. He's more worried about Stiles and what he needs.] Yeah. I want.
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I... [Stiles didn't know what he wanted. Just, Sam.] ...is this okay?
[Stiles leaned forward, brushing a kiss over Sam's lips, free hand splaying across Sam's upper chest.]
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If you need to slow down or stop, any time, tell me, okay?
[His hands slide up his back and down again, fingers just brushing at the hem of his shirt]
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...Are you sure you...want to risk this? [Stiles slowly worked Sam's button open, fingers searching out the catch of his zipper.] I don't want to get you in trouble. [Though they'd already broken the law in regards to relations with a minor in the biggest way possible.]
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