Oliver

[nola_cyclops]

Being away from Oliver was difficult; at some point, maybe, a 24, 36 hour separation wouldn't ache. But right now, it did, and maybe that was because it was new love, or co-dependency, or any number of reasons, but it was one thing Sam didn't really wish to rationalize. Sam (and Scott, especially Scott) were prone to rationalization above all us.

With Oliver, he tried just to feel.

Sure, they had already seen each other again after Sam's overnight -- Sam had stopped by Oliver's studio as promised, for a quick hello and a kiss and a cup of coffee -- but a quick, public moment like that couldn't replace the moment they were both at home together, alone, with nothing to do but be with each other. It was the only company Sam wanted.

Somewhere, in the back of his mind, was a pang of guilt for not devoting his spare time to solving their 'situation' -- but they really didn't appear to be in danger, and the situation could wait.

Right now, Sam was coming home to the man he loved, who promised to wait by the door for him. To test that theory, he knocked on the door rather than opening it himself.

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[nola_cyclops]

No one, ever, had said that Sam should teach lessons on this! It was the kind of comment that Sam would discard, except that he couldn’t discard a single comment Oliver ever made. All he did about it, though, was grin. “Shh, I’ve got you,” he murmured, and smoothly adjusted himself so he could replace his hand with his mouth, hot and insistent around Oliver.

[nola_quicksilver]

The sudden change in sensation was a shock to the system, and obligingly, Oliver jolted. "Oh fuck!" he cried out brokenly as he came, hard and abrupt, like a punch.

[nola_cyclops]

That was new and it was beautiful. Sam worked him through it, easing and gentle when the moment was over, slowly letting go as his warm hand stroked across Oliver’s belly. Oliver was beautiful.

[nola_quicksilver]

"Oh, Scott," Oliver murmured, covering Sam's hand with his own. His smile was crooked and sweet, his body relaxed after the orgasm ebbed. "Must you be good at everything?" he asked, sounding very much like Pietro.

[nola_cyclops]

“Yes, I must,” Sam replied easily, because that was a tone he recognized from years or a lifetime ago, and one he newly appreciated. He sat up so he could sink back into the couch, but also so he could reach over and stroke Oliver’s hair while he tried to catch his own breath.

[nola_quicksilver]

Oliver too blissed out and boneless to do much more than just breathe the same air as Sam for a few minutes and push into his touch like a cat. Eventually, though, he remembered his manners and kissed Sam's wrist before offering, "Do you want to fuck me?"

[nola_cyclops]

Sam couldn’t help but laugh, but it was the fondest laugh maybe in the history of the world. “I do, always, but you look so peaceful there.” Sam could let the moment soften (as it were) into something sweeter if that’s where Oliver wanted to stay.

[nola_quicksilver]

"I can go back to looking peaceful after I make you feel good." He nipped lightly at the heel of Sam's hand.

[nola_cyclops]

“Then you should probably come here and kiss me.” That little nip made Sam feel more alive. Oliver was very, very good at evoking that feeling.

[nola_quicksilver]

Oliver grinned and stretched before he shifted so he was facing Sam again, nice and close. The kiss was immediately deep, but slow, as lazy as Oliver felt right now. His hands slid up under Sam's shirt, exploring.

[nola_cyclops]

Sam could do lazy. Well, he could in this exact context. He loved this, his speedster unspooled, the feeling that, perhaps, there was all the time in the world for something like love, and leisure, and closeness. Sam kissed Oliver back with that sense of time, with a murmuring of approval for Oliver’s warm hands on his skin.

[nola_quicksilver]

"I could touch more of you if your clothes were off," Oliver murmured back, his thumbnail skating over Sam's nipple.

[nola_cyclops]

“Take them off for me,” Sam suggested/ordered, pleasantly.

[nola_quicksilver]

"Didn't you just offer to let me lay around?" Oliver asked just as pleasantly. He was already tugging at the hem of Sam's shirt, easing it up.

[nola_cyclops]

“I did, but you rejected the offer.” Sam grinned, and even though he had told Oliver to do it, he did take over taking his shirt off.

[nola_quicksilver]

Sam probably just wanted to fold the shirt. While he took care of that, Oliver slid to the floor to remove Sam's socks and shoes. "Bossing me around gets you hot." It got Oliver hot too.

[nola_cyclops]

“It does,” Sam agreed, because he could hardly deny it. And while he was at it, he folded Oliver’s shirt as well. “I don’t know why. You look incredible.”

[nola_quicksilver]

"You do know why, liar." Oliver grinned up at him before leaning in to mouth at the bulge in Sam's pants.

[nola_cyclops]

Sam laughed, even if the laugh ended a quiet gasp. “Did you just call me a liar?”

[nola_quicksilver]

"Yep." Oliver drew back to knead at him through the fabric of his pants. "You really can't think of any reasons why it'd be exciting for you to tell someone what to do and have them do it?"

[nola_cyclops]

Sam could think of several, inasmuch as he could think at all in this moment. “No, not a single one.”

[nola_quicksilver]

"Should I reward these lies?" Oliver mused, lessening the pressure.

[nola_cyclops]

“You certainly shouldn’t stop,” Sam said quickly, which really ruined his cool teasing demeanour.

[nola_quicksilver]

Oliver huffed a laugh but got to work on unbuttoning Sam's fly. "Lift," he instructed when it was time to push down his pants.

[nola_cyclops]

“Much better.” Sam lifted obligingly, looking down at Oliver. He responded so well.