OOM: one of a number of visits from Sam Linnfer

[isaysimplewords]

When Cal and Sam arrived from Milliways, they lost no time in hitting the shower: sand in the bed isn't much fun for anyone, after all.

So now the bottom of Cal's tub is finely coated with sand, but the bed is comfortably sand-free for post-coital lounging.

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[necessary_child]

"You know, I was right," Sam says after some time, in the tone of one who has given this long and serious thought. "You are disgusting."

(He's sprawled out comfortably, half on Cal and half off, with his head tucked into the crook of Cal's shoulder.)

[isaysimplewords]

Cal is on his back, arm around Sam; after sex seems to be the only time they fall into the position implied by their differing sizes.

"You don't have to stay, then," he says, voice a little slower and lazier than usual. He is secure in the knowledge that there is no power on this particular Earth that could make Sam move before they're both good and ready.

[necessary_child]

Maybe it's because it's too much energy not to. Or maybe they're just comfortable this way.

Sam strokes Cal's chest absent-mindedly with the tips of his long fingers.

"I didn't say that was a bad thing."

[isaysimplewords]

"Mm," Cal says. "I think you like it."

He listens, without quite realizing it, for sounds on the other side of the bedroom door that might indicate that Penny is growing weary of being shut out of whatever it is Cal does with other people in there that she is not allowed to join, but it's quiet for the moment.

"I think you especially liked it about ten minutes ago," he adds, sounding fairly pleased with himself. Going down on Sam gets easier every time he does it, making the act more and more a positive thing and eroding the negative associations it had carried before.

He doesn't know if he'll ever really enjoy it, but he definitely enjoys the responses it gets.