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]

"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.”

[nola_quicksilver]

"Wow, I didn't know we were so serious, Scott," Oliver said flatly. His fingers dug in a little when he felt teeth.

[nola_cyclops]

“It’s hard for me to loosen up entirely, but I’m working on it.” He really was trying to not be so anal about things. He was also lightly sucking on Oliver’s beautiful skin.

[nola_quicksilver]

Oh, great, now Oliver was getting hard again? His body had a fucked up sense of timing. And he didn't want Sam to stop, but he also kept wanting to talk because, well, Oliver. "Were you like that before, during sex?"

[nola_cyclops]

“Folding shirts, or like I am with you?” Sam asked, before working his tongue into the hollow of Oliver’s throat.

[nola_quicksilver]

"Um, either." Sam was making it hard to focus!

[nola_cyclops]

“I’ve always been annoying and particular, so yes, I would probably often stop to fold shirts.” Oliver’s skin tasted so good, it felt like it was pulsing under Sam’s mouth. “But Scott didn’t take charge.”

[nola_quicksilver]

"Oh..." Oliver murmured in response to Sam's mouth. Then his eyes widened when Sam's words actually caught up to him and registered. "Oh. So it was completely different from this."

[nola_cyclops]

“Mmhmm.” It was confirmation, just the kind of confirmation that happened when you were focused on trying to make Oliver make more little sounds.

[nola_quicksilver]

"But you...like it like this?" It seemed silly to ask but, well, this was completely different! Oliver clearly liked it, though, grunting softly in response to Sam's attentions.

[nola_cyclops]

“I love it. I love everything we do together and I love what I can do to you.” Here, Sam dropped a hand down, just to see what in fact he might be doing to Oliver.

[nola_quicksilver]

"You can do anything to me," Oliver sighed, pushing against Sam's hand. He wasn't thinking as he made that promise, just feeling and full of romantic impulse.