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_quicksilver

It'd be cruel to both of them if Oliver denied him this time. He cupped Sam's jaw and sank into the kiss, going warm and pliable.

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nola_cyclops

And Oliver would never be cruel to Sam! It was a wonderful kiss, one Sam insisted on prolonging as he started stroking Oliver again.

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nola_quicksilver

Oliver jolted in surprise, having somehow forgotten they were in the middle of sex. He broke the kiss with a burst of laughter, pressing his forehead against Sam's.

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nola_cyclops

Sam had to grin, bringing his free hand around to hold the back of Oliver’s head. “Did you forget you what we were doing, Pietro?"

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nola_quicksilver

"Yeah." He was still laughing a little, but his body had gotten the message—his hips were snapping up in short thrusts into Sam's hand. "When did getting off stop being the most important thing?"

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nola_cyclops

“I think this means you’re in love,” Sam pointed out, even as his hand moved faster, and he glanced down briefly to watch before he kissed Oliver again.

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nola_quicksilver

Oliver kissed him back, his body bouncing slightly with every thrust into Sam's hand. The second wasn't as easy as the first, but he could still feel the pressure building, coiling tighter with every brush of Sam's tongue against his own. He tended to focus on not being wanted like this before, but he'd also not wanted anyone this much either. Not as Oliver. Sam made him hungry for more, greedy and insatiable for anything he could get—attention, sex, and yes, love.

"Did I not mention I'm in love with you?" he asked when he came up for a gasp of air, only to dive into another kiss, hot and persistent now that he'd given up the teasing.

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nola_cyclops

“It’s come up be—“ Sam started to answer, but he was swallowed up in that kiss, and god, it was a good place to be. That he could work Oliver into this kind of state again tonight, that Oliver kissed him like he needed to be kissing him, it was all incredible. Sam hadn’t felt anything quite like this before, and his hand moved quickly, urgently, on Oliver.

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nola_quicksilver

Oliver was still kissing Sam when he came again a short while later. It was less intense and sharp this time, more like a warm wave washing over him, coaxing out his orgasm. This was pleasure he could linger in, press his hands flat against Sam's chest and gasp and murmur to him: oh and look what you and fuck yes and God, I love you, I love you. And when it finally ended, he trusted that Sam would be there to hold him.

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nola_cyclops

It was beautiful. It was so beautiful. Oliver was so beautiful. Sam loved watching Oliver, loved the things he said and the ways he touched, and yes, he did immediately, when it was over, wrap his arms around Oliver and hold him close. “Hey handsome,” he murmured fondly. “I love you too."

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nola_quicksilver

"Good, thanks," Oliver sighed, and curled in tight against Sam. If he could just snuggle deep into Sam's arms and never have to leave, that'd be fine by him. "Your wrist's probably sore now, sorry."

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nola_cyclops

Sam laughed, softly. “It is, but it was worth it. I haven’t been injured on the frontlines in a while.” And this was a much better way to be injured than, for example, fighting government-sponsored killer robots. He kissed the top of Oliver’s head, lovingly.

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nola_quicksilver

Oliver rested his head on Sam's shoulder and smiled against the crook of his neck. "But if you get carpal tunnel, what good will you be to me then?"

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nola_cyclops

“I’ll still have my mouth,” Sam pointed out. He loved when Oliver curled into him like this.

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nola_quicksilver

"Fuck, that shouldn't be hot," Oliver mumbled, laughing. He loved when Sam held him like this.

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nola_cyclops

“It was supposed to be!” Sam protested, but he was laughing too, so loved and happy here.

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nola_quicksilver

"I meant so soon after coming." Oliver gave Sam's neck an apologetic kiss, the effort of raising his head too much to even consider. "You're very hot, sugar."

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nola_cyclops

What a sweet apology from a very sweet man. Sam kissed the top of Oliver’s head in response. “I think a third time might be beyond even us."

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nola_quicksilver

"Not without a few hours and some Gatorade. And protein, probably." Oliver considered that for a moment before deciding, confidently, "We could do it."