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]

Sam kissed the back of his head. “If I told someone, they might want you for themselves, I can’t have that.”

[nola_quicksilver]

Oliver smiled, closing his eyes. "Would you fight for me?"

[nola_cyclops]

“I would, blasts or no blasts. No one is taking you from me,” Sam murmured, and he meant every word.

[nola_quicksilver]

"No one could," Oliver promised, but it was thrilling to hear anyway. He lifted Sam's hand to his mouth for a kiss.

[nola_cyclops]

“Love you, babe.” Sam smiled at the kiss; Oliver was perfect.

[nola_quicksilver]

"Love you, Sam," Oliver murmured back, still holding his hand.

[nola_cyclops]

Oliver could keep Sam’s hand all night and Sam would learn to live with it. He wanted to linger in this moment for as long as possible.