return_to_nola

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

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

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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.

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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.

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nola_quicksilver

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

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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.

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nola_quicksilver

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

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nola_cyclops

"You're just being hot." He really, really was. Sam plunged into another kiss, hand still pressed Oliver's heart. Maybe it would jump a little.

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nola_quicksilver

It might not have jumped, but it definitely quickened its beating as Sam took another kiss. Sam never asked, just took it when he wanted it, and Oliver loved that, loved being wanted so aggressively. He knew Sam would listen to a no and could read the situation if Oliver wasn't into it, so it was like the best of both worlds—safe yet manhandled.

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nola_cyclops

There it was -- a change in Oliver's heartbeat. Sam had caused that. Maybe that happened often, but it had happened right now, and Sam had felt it, and it was incredible. Could this kiss be deeper, more searching? If so, Sam would make it so. He wanted the world to shrink to just he and Oliver alone.

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nola_quicksilver

Oliver definitely wasn't thinking beyond the two of them. It was amazing, actually, how being with Sam could make his mind quiet down and just live in the moment. He speared his fingers through Sam's hair at the back of his head and rocked a little more as they kissed.

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nola_cyclops

Oliver was so amazing, so alive, under Sam's hands, and it made Sam feel more alive too. He felt like he was humming with energy, caught up in Oliver's rocking, in the way he held onto Sam's hair. Sam pressed his thigh up against Oliver, meeting his motion, and he couldn't break this kiss, he couldn't. His hand wandered over Oliver's back, tracing his spine down, and down, and down.

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nola_quicksilver

Oliver shivered and moaned softly into Sam's mouth, trying to somehow arch against his hand and his thigh simultaneously. Sam had this absurd ability to work Oliver up seemingly without even trying—was it the sex version of Cyclops inspiring his team to keep fighting? God, maybe he should have joined the X-Men after all.

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nola_cyclops

Oliver was so responsive like this. It was as though no single thing Sam did with his hands, his mouth, any part of his body went unnoticed. Which meant that Sam always wanted to do more and more, to get more and more from him. He shifted a little to kiss at Oliver’s neck, to bite teasingly at his jaw, and, of course, to command into his skin, “you need to be naked now.”

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nola_quicksilver

"Yes sir, Cyclops," Oliver teased, even as he started to do exactly as Sam commanded. He toed his shoes off, letting them tumble to the floor, then undid his pants and pushed them down his hips. It was only then that it fully hit him that he was going to have to move off of Sam to complete this mission. He gave Sam a quick, apologetic kiss before shifting onto the next couch cushion, his legs arched over Sam's lap as he shimmied out of his jeans and underwear. Being on display while he did it was...not unintentional.

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nola_cyclops

And it was very much appreciated! Sam did in fact watch Oliver closely, because instead of using the time to take off his own clothes, he spent it staring at Oliver. Being called Cyclops, being teased as Cyclops, was just a bonus: fond teasing about his hero persona was one of the best things about being Scott, and also, yes, he was the boss here. “So handsome,” yes, Sam said it again, right as he took Oliver’s cock in one hand and gave it a few quick, teasing strokes. From here, he could see all of Oliver as he did so.

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nola_quicksilver

"Now who's talking to it?" Oliver asked, smiling before he bit his bottom lip on a groan. His eyes were heavy and dark as he watched Sam's hand—Scott's hand—God, was he ever going to get over that? Would the idea of sleeping with Cyclops ever not be a turn-on?

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nola_cyclops

“We learn in part from observing others,” Sam pointed out with a grin. But he was serious about the touch, serious about Oliver. He kept up the strokes, but also leaned forward over Oliver, scraping his teeth across Oliver’s chest, breathing him in, nipping at a nipple. There was so much he wanted to touch, so much he wanted to do.

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nola_quicksilver

"Oh, Sam," Oliver breathed. He twitched with every scrape of teeth, shuddered out a breath on every stroke. It was still so wild that someone could focus so much on Oliver, attention rapt on him. "Have I ever told you how good you are at this?"

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nola_cyclops

“Once or twice.” But it was great to hear. Sam hadn’t always been good at this. “You inspire it.” He also made Sam feel like he could do this and do it well. He locked his eyes with Oliver’s as his hand picked up the pace.

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nola_quicksilver

You inspire it. Oliver wanted to know everything about what that meant. Was Oliver the best he'd had? Or bad enough that he needed to up his game to compensate? What had his earlier sex life been like? His first time? In both lives, no less. Oliver was hungry to know everything about Sam, about Scott, almost as hungry as he got for his teeth, tongue, hand and cock.

"You're so good," Oliver told him, because once or twice wasn't enough. Not with a talent like this. "You're amazing, you could teach lessons... Fuck, I'm close."

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.