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_quicksilver]

"You better not be." Not everyone got this close Oliver attention, after all. "Did I mention how hot you were when you stopped by the shop and how everyone was jealous?"

[nola_cyclops]

"I don't remember hearing about the jealousy," Sam replied with a grin, because yes, Oliver had told Sam he was hot maybe a dozen times during that short visit.

[nola_quicksilver]

Well, Oliver wanted to make sure Sam never doubted himself in the looks department. This was all about self-esteem, really. "There was definitely some jealous vibes going on. Lingering on the cut of you jacket and everything. I decided to allow it because it'd be impossible to resist staring at you."

[nola_cyclops]

"I'd rather stare at you," Sam said, both because it was true and because he didn't know what to do with the idea of people staring at himself.

[nola_quicksilver]

"I'll allow that too. But I don't think I'd fill out your pilot uniform like you do."

[nola_cyclops]

"But you look perfect in this shirt." Sam petted at it, and Oliver through it.

[nola_quicksilver]

"It's my new favorite." It really was something he'd want to wear even if he didn't know Cyclops himself—he liked fun, eye-catching designs. "I might never take it off. Ever."

[nola_cyclops]

"Not even now?" Sam was very moved and flattered and pleased, obviously, but also, Oliver was currently straddling him.

[nola_quicksilver]

"Why would I take it off now?" Oliver asked innocently.

[nola_cyclops]

"One reason." Which Sam would now provide by holding Oliver by the back of his beck and pulling him in close and kissing him deeply. A pretty convincing reason, he thought.

[nola_quicksilver]

Hmm, yes, Oliver was following this argument. He inched closer, tightening his thighs around Sam's hips as he sank into the kiss.

[nola_cyclops]

There it was: the alchemy that occurred when Oliver and Sam fell into kissing each other, the chemistry you could drown in. It really was Sam's favorite thing. He only pulled back because, well, in this instance it had been a reason, not an activity. "Did I convince you?"

[nola_quicksilver]

The words were barely out of Sam's mouth before Oliver impatiently pushed back in for another kiss, just as deep and hungry as the first. He was not in agreement about this not being an activity.

[nola_cyclops]

Well, if Oliver insisted! Sam could never turn down this kind of kiss, he existed in part because Oliver wanted to kiss him like this, probably, and he couldn't tease Oliver about it when it was so essential and perfect. Sam kissed back with his own hunger, a hand under Oliver's shirt, pressing into him to keep him close.

[nola_quicksilver]

Oliver rocked against him a little, more to hold himself over than with serious intent. It just felt so good and right to be close to Sam again, sharing his space, breathing his air, tasting his taste. He only broke the kiss to say, "If you want it off me, take it off."

[nola_cyclops]

Yes, Sam would take it off. He didn't waste valuable seconds considering it, he immediately tugged the shirt over Oliver's head and sure, he placed it gently over the arm of the couch to keep it safe and unwrinkled, but that took barely no time at all; how could it, when Sam needed to look at Oliver instead. "So handsome,' he murmured, half to himself.

[nola_quicksilver]

"And all yours," Oliver told him. He took Sam by the hand, guiding it to his chest.

[nola_cyclops]

"Thank god for that, the last thing I want to do is share you." Sam was an only child, after all -- he'd never had to share. His fingers were starving for Oliver's chest, exploring it like it was brand new.

[nola_quicksilver]

Oliver laughed. "Like you'd consider sharing." Of course, Oliver wouldn't either. His reaction to Katie had been proof enough of that.

[nola_cyclops]

"Not even for a heartbeat." At which point, Sam pressed his hand against Oliver's heart. "You belong to me."

[nola_quicksilver]

"I won't call you master," Oliver joked weakly, overwhelmed by how much that made him feel. He wrapped a hand around Sam's wrist but didn't pull him away.

[nola_cyclops]

"Sam is fine," he promised with a quick smile, and kept his hand in place as he kissed Oliver again, because Oliver was his.

[nola_quicksilver]

"And Scott?" Oliver asked into the kiss, punctuating it by gently scraping his teeth along Sam's lower lip.

[nola_cyclops]

"Also very fine-- you're using my tricks against me," Sam pointed out, but that didn't mean he didn't enjoy it; he shivered involuntarily.

[nola_quicksilver]

"I'm not drawing blood, though." Oliver licked his own lip in memory; the scar never had taken.