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]

Breathing, Sam remembered what that was, right? Maybe. His breath was heavy, his eyes dark, his mind scrambled. Oliver’s hands on his face, his gentler touches, it was all so appreciative. Sam pressed a kiss to the side of Oliver’s mouth, grateful.

[nola_quicksilver]

Aw, it was so cute when Sam's brain broke after sex. Did he get like this as Scott too, all helpless and wonderstruck with pleasure? He hated to break the moment, so he lingered a little longer where he was, kissing and petting and murmuring to him softly with loving praise.

[nola_cyclops]

“You’re so sweet,” Sam finally mumbled, the world piecing itself back together around him. “Hi.”

[nola_quicksilver]

"Hello." Oliver kissed him again, his heart so full. He loved this man, he loved this man, he loved this man. "Coming back to me, sugar?"

[nola_cyclops]

“Always,” Sam promised, and it was an easy promise to make. “I’ll always come back to you.” He kissed Oliver gently, lovingly.

[nola_quicksilver]

Believing him was effortless right now, and so was kissing him. Physically separating from him, not so much—Oliver winced a little as he pulled off and settled gingerly on his hip. "I'll be limping tomorrow," he said with relish, definitely overplaying the situation. He wouldn't even be limping tonight.

[nola_cyclops]

Sam stroked his hand over Oliver’s side, a little worried. “I hope not.” He didn’t mind hurting Oliver in the moment, when it felt good for Oliver, but he wasn’t exactly into causing real damage.

[nola_quicksilver]

Oliver leaned against him, beaming in satisfaction. "I'll tell anyone who notices that it's because my boyfriend missed me so much he had to come home and wreck me."

[nola_cyclops]

Oh, Oliver was fine. Sam relaxed and kissed Oliver’s neck. “That’s a true story.”

[nola_quicksilver]

"Dead men tell no tales." Because if he wasn't wrecked, he was dead. Either way, being destroyed by great sex was definitely okay by him. "You do know why you get off on bossing me around, though, right?"

[nola_cyclops]

Sam laughed, quietly, sliding an arm around Oliver. “I do know why. All the Cyclops energy has to go somewhere.”

[nola_quicksilver]

"Into your dick," Oliver agreed helpfully. He cuddled against Sam instantly, kissing his shoulder.

[nola_cyclops]

“Apparently so!” Without saying too much about his past sexual partners or interests, he could at least say that. God, look at Oliver and his cuddling instincts. Sam treasured it.

[nola_quicksilver]

"I love it," Oliver said, resting his head on that same shoulder. "I know I've told you before, but I just want to repeat it so you don't start worrying."

[nola_cyclops]

“I appreciate that.” Sam really did. He did have a tendency to worry. “And I’m really, really relieved that you love it. And that we can be… whoever we really are.”

[nola_quicksilver]

"The bossy leader of some mutant freedom fighters slash commercial pilot nerd and his subby speedster tattoo guy boyfriend?"

[nola_cyclops]

“Exactly.” It was a simple response, but underneath it, Sam’s heart surged. “All four of us.”

[nola_quicksilver]

Oliver smiled, just dwelling on that for a long pause. Then he said, apropos of nothing, "You had sex with me on the couch without laying down a blanket or something."

[nola_cyclops]

“I did, didn’t I?” It hadn’t occurred to Sam in the moment. “I’m slipping.”

[nola_quicksilver]

"I'm flattered. But you folded both shirts, at least." Oliver definitely noticed when Sam paused in being overwhelmed by his lover's hotness seduction to do that.

[nola_cyclops]

“Seems like a fair compromise?” Sam suggested, attempting to distract Oliver from his point by nuzzling at his neck.

[nola_quicksilver]

"Does it?" Oliver asked noncommittally, but also tilted his head back obligingly, giving Sam more access to his neck.

[nola_cyclops]

“Maybe not,” Sam admitted, paying close attention to Oliver’s neck with soft licks and kisses.

[nola_quicksilver]

"Are you trying to distract me from pointing out that you love wrinkle-free clothing more than you love your boyfriend" Oliver was shivering, though, and slowly stroking Sam's thigh.

[nola_cyclops]

“I love you at least as much as wrinkle-free clothing,” Sam replied, but he didn’t move away from Oliver’s neck, lightly grazing it with his teeth. “No, I love you more.”