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Mason Maloney

I looked around Sam's living room as I waited for him to come back from the kitchen with drinks. The couch I was sitting on was soft and looked fairly new. There was a giant flat-screen TV hanging on the wall in front of the couch, complete with surround sound speakers. It seemed as though Sam's family was pretty well-off.

Footsteps from behind me caused me to look over my shoulder at Sam. He walked into the living room holding two glasses of water before setting them down on coasters on the coffee table. Sam sat down beside me, our thighs touching, and grabbed the TV remote to turn it on. He immediately changed the station to a sports channel that was talking about the highlights of the Thursday night NFL game.

I turned my gaze to Sam, who looked calm and cool, while I was swimming in nerves at our close proximity. Sam leaned back in his seat and threw his arm on the back of the couch behind me, leaning slightly closer to me. I didn't know whether I should lean into him, so I stayed put.

"Do you watch football?" Sam asked suddenly, his gaze still set on the TV.

I cleared my throat, afraid I wouldn't find my voice if I didn't. "Just the Patriots."

Sam hummed with a nod as he turned away from the TV to look at me. He seemed to be studying my face and while I wanted to look away so I wouldn't feel scrutinized, I didn't.

"Are you okay with being here?" Sam asked thoughtfully.

I pondered on his question for a moment. Of course, I was okay with being here. I just wasn't okay with how uneasy I felt and that was my own fault, not his.

"I wouldn't have come if I wasn't okay with it," I answered with a knowing look.

"So you're okay with this?" Sam put his arm around me, pulling me closer to his side.

Instead of feeling more nervous about the situation, I felt lighter. When Sam showed me affection, I wasn't afraid to show it back. What frightened me was making the first move when I wasn't sure what he wanted.

I smirked, resting my head on his shoulder. "I'm okay with this."

We sat like that for a while, Sam's arm draped over me to keep us close. Sam eventually shut the TV off when his program was over. The two of us sat in the darkness of his living room, the only light coming from the street lights that could be seen through the windows. I looked up at Sam to see that he as already looking down at me with an inviting gaze. He slipped his hand under my chin, pulling my face up to meet his in a brief kiss.

My eyes were still closed when Sam pulled away from the kiss, as if I was savoring the memory of it. I opened my eyes when I felt Sam pull away from me, standing up from the couch and holding his hand out for me to take. Of course, I took it without hesitation.

He easily maneuvered through his house in the dark, dragging me to the stairs while I clumsily followed him. We soon reached the stairs and I noticed as we ascended them that none of them creaked under our weight. Once we were at the top, Sam led me to a room at the end of the hallway.

The two of us entered Sam's room and I instantly began to look around. The walls were white and bare while the dark carpet on the floor was clear of any mess. A queen sized bed was positioned in the center of the room with dark blue bedding situated on top. It surprised me that his bed was made and his room looked neat and organized. It wasn't something you would expect from a teenage male.

Sam didn't say anything as he shut the door and pushed me against it, trapping me with his arms on either side of my head. He brought his lips down on mine roughly and I immediately responded to the kiss. He didn't wait long before bringing his tongue into my mouth and deepening the kiss. What I had learned from the first time I made out with Sam was that he was a really good kisser.

A quiet moan left my lips as Sam's hands sneaked their way under my shirt, running over my stomach and the waistband of my jeans. My hands slithered up into Sam's hair, tugging on the strands with my fingers and pulling him closer to me. Sam groaned at the feeling and kissed me harder, putting his fingers through my belt loops and roughly pulling my hips closer to his, our groins touching. The sensation caused me to tilt my head back in pleasure, my lips parting.

Sam took that opportunity to start kissing down my neck with one hand resting on the side of my neck and the other on my hip, rubbing circles with his thumb under my shirt. He moved the neckline of my shirt to the side as his mouth moved down to kiss my collarbone. I gasped as I felt his teeth graze my skin and pulled his head away from me.

He looked startled at my sudden action, but I paid that no mind as I started to kiss his jaw, returning the favor. Sam was more vocal than I was, not holding back his sounds of pleasure as I kissed down his jaw to his neck. It wasn't long before our lips were attached again and Sam started walking backwards, pulling me with him to his bed.

Sam fell backwards onto his bed, pulling me on top of him. I didn't know what had gotten into me, but all of a sudden my confidence skyrocketed and I straddled Sam's hips, grinding down on him slightly which caused both of us to let out moans. I reattached my lips to his before Sam rolled us over so that he hovered over me.

"We need to stop," Sam said, breaking away after a few minutes and still hovering over me.

"Why?" I asked in a breathy tone, breathing heavily.

He looked down at me with wild eyes, looking as if he just wanted to devour me on the spot. At that moment, I probably would have let him.

"I don't want to move too fast with you," he admitted, placing his hand on my cheek and tracing my bottom lip with his thumb.

I nodded in understanding, still slightly breathless. Sam smirked down at me before placing one last chaste kiss on my lips and rolling off of me so that the two of us were lying side by side.

It was at that moment that I knew I was all in with Sam. I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anyone. The feeling was foreign, but nothing about it felt wrong. In fact, nothing had ever felt more right.

I looked over at Sam to see that he was already looking at me with a smile. I mirrored his expression, leaning in to kiss him lightly on the cheek. He tossed his arm around me, pulling me tightly to his side and kissing the top of my head.

It wasn't long until the two of us were off into a soundless sleep.

***

"God, Mase. Move!" I woke up to Sam's voice in my ear.

Sam yanked the blanket roughly from me, leaving my body exposed. I instantly shot up and sent him a glare, tugging on the blanket.

"Give it back," I demanded, trying to pull the blanket away from him.

"You were stealing the blanket from me all night," Sam complained, holding onto it tightly.

The two of us were in a tug of war with Sam's comforter. He was obviously stronger than me so there was no way I was going to be able to get it back from him while he was awake. Eventually I gave up and let go of the blanket, putting a pout on my face as I tried to get back to sleep. Sam stretched out on the bed, his head close to me and the lower half of his body on the other side.

I shoved his shoulder, trying to get myself more room. "You're taking up the whole bed."

Sam ignored me, putting his head on my shoulder, his warm breath blowing on my neck.

"Sam," I groaned. "Give me room."

He ignored me again, this time snaking his hands around my waist and pulling me toward him under the covers. I instantly felt the warmth from his body and cuddled into his side, sighing contently and falling back asleep almost instantly.

It wasn't long before I woke up to an empty bed. I lifted my head to look around the room and as I did, the door opened. Sam walked in with a white towel around his waist, water dripping down his hair and bare chest. I couldn't tear my eyes away from him as he moved toward his dresser in search for clothes.

"Morning," I said, startling him. Sam turned around with a look of surprise.

"Good morning," he replied, his face softening. "I didn't think you were awake. I was going to go make you breakfast."

I smiled. "You can still make me breakfast."

Sam chuckled, turning away from me toward his dresser to pull out some clothes. He tossed a t-shirt backwards, hitting me in the face with it. Next came a pair of jeans.

"Wear those," he said, grabbing some clothes for himself.

I knew Sam's clothes were going to be too big on me, but I really had no other option. I got up from the bed and tore my shirt over my head, fully aware of Sam's lust-filled eyes watching my every move. I smirked before tossing my shirt at him where it hit him square in the face.

"I can't watch?" he asked incredulously, holding my shirt in his hand.

I didn't say anything as I pulled his shirt over my head. The shirt fell little above my mid-thigh and the shoulders were too broad for me. Sam continued to watch me as I pulled off my jeans, discarding them on the floor and pulled his on. I had to roll the ankles of Sam's jeans quite a few times since they were too long for me.

"Can I borrow a belt?" I asked, holding up the pants so they wouldn't fall down.

Sam wasn't that much bigger than me, but he was lean, hunky, muscular football player whereas I was more on the skinny side.

I forced myself to look away as Sam dropped his towel to get dressed. After he pulled his clothes on, he grabbed a belt from his dresser and handed it to me. Once my clothes were situated, the two of us went downstairs.

"Is your family not home?" I asked curiously. He hadn't even mentioned when they would be back.

"They're away for the weekend," he answered, walking by me toward the kitchen.

I followed him and sat down at the table while he pulled out a pan and started greasing it.

"Do you like pancakes?" Sam asked, turning to look at me with the pan in his hand.

I nodded enthusiastically. "Love them."

Sam smirked and nodded in my direction. "Good."

He quickly got to work, mixing the batter and putting it on the stove. After a few moments, I got up and walked over to Sam, hugging him from behind and resting my head on his back. I felt his back muscles move as he cooked, flipping the pancakes. I let my lips kiss up his back, getting up on my tip-toes to kiss the back of his neck. Sam let out a content sigh and placed his hand over mine.

Soon enough the pancakes were done and the two of us sat across from each other at the table.

"These are good," I voiced my shock. I didn't expect them to be horrible, but they were really good.

Sam chuckled and shook his head. "Thanks for sounding so surprised."

I rolled my eyes playfully. "I didn't mean it like that."

"Maybe you should start teaching me some stuff at the bakery," Sam commented with a smile, taking a bite of his pancake.

I nodded. "We should probably get a move on with that."

At least now I knew he wasn't completely hopeless in the kitchen.

Sam looked like he was about to say something when there was a sudden knock on the door. The two of us shared surprised looked before he stood up from the table to go to the door. As soon as he opened it, I heard a commotion and I automatically knew it was his friends who were at the door.

I checked my phone to see that Sam and me had slept in quite late. It was already past noon. I had never been one to sleep in so late, but sharing a bed with Sam made it quite easy to want to stay there.

Before any of his friends could get to the kitchen, I picked up mine and Sam's plates and brought them to the sink. A few moments later, Sam and his friends were in my presence. I instantly recognized Christo and Jake along with the other male that had been at the bakery one time before.

"Little Maloney?" Christo asked, looking confused. "What are you doing here?"

I cringed. "Is that really what you people call me?"

"Mason and I were just hanging out," Sam clarified, sending me a slightly worried look.

Jake scowled at me, but didn't say anything as he stood with his hands in tight fists.

"Weird," Sam's other friend said.

Sam rolled his eyes. "It's not weird, Owen."

I could tell that I was no longer welcome here by the looks on Sam's friends' faces. They looked as if they were trying to piece together why the two of us would want to be hanging out while simultaneously hoping I would leave.

"I think I should get going," I announced.

Sam's face fell. "You don't have to," he said.

His friends didn't say anything, probably hoping I would just go so they could do whatever they wanted with Sam and not have to worry about me ruining their time.

"Stay," Sam pleaded before I could say anything else.

I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was practically begging. After looking at him, there was no way I could deny him. Even with his friends here, I still wanted to spend time with him.

I nodded and soon enough, the five of us poured into the living room to presumably watch TV. I sat beside Sam on the couch while Christo was on his other side and Jake and Owen took the two-seat couch. Sam and I didn't sit too close, but our legs still touched slightly.

"We're playing Madden," Jake announced, going over to the TV to turn on the Xbox.

Sam's jaw was tense as he leaned back in his seat, waiting for Jake to hand him a controller. I could tell he was annoyed at his friends' sudden appearance.

"Do you want to play?" Sam asked me quietly after Jake handed him a controller.

I shook my head. Nathan had made me play Madden multiple times and I wasn't any good at it.

It didn't take long for Sam to get into the game, shouting at his teammate and his opponents. It was actually quite comical to watch and I had to stop myself from laughing on numerous occasions.

"Christo, what the fuck!" Sam yelled, throwing his hands up in the air.

"You're not passing quick enough!" Christo shouted back.

"I'm passing just fine," Sam argued.

Jake and Owen started cheering victoriously as their team scored the winning touchdown. Sam let out another curse and slammed his controller down.

"Switch teams!" Sam ordered, sending a glare to Christo.

Christo rolled his eyes. "Why don't you have your new best friend play with you?"

Sam looked at me and without giving me a choice, took Christo's controller and shoved it into my hands. I shook my head profusely, but Sam paid me no mind as he restarted the game. He gave me brief instructions on what he wanted me to do, and to avoid being yelled at, I complied.

The two of us ended up winning that game, but it was only due to Sam's instruction that I was actually able to play well. If he had just expected me to know what I was doing then we would have lost big time.

I laughed along with Sam as he started shit-talking Jake and Owen while the two of them glared over at us.

"So," Christo started. "Little Maloney, does Nathan know you're here?"

Sam glared at him. "Back off."

Christo held his hands up. "I'm just asking."

There was no way I was going to talk about Nathan with them, or give them any reason to think that I would. Just because I was with Sam didn't mean I was going to start telling him and his friends all about Nathan.

"Well, stop," Sam commanded and Christo seemed to let it go.

"I didn't realize you two were actually friends," Owen commented, no malice in his tone, just an observation.

"Yeah," Jake continued. "Especially after the whole thing with the car–"

"I told you he had nothing to do with that," Sam cut him off. "So stop talking about it."

"Okay, chill," Jake responded.

After a while, I noticed Sam and his friends became more casual and playful with each other. They joked around like I joked with my own friends and it was interesting to see after the awkwardness of earlier.

Sam looked so happy and at ease. He almost threw his arm around me, but as if coming to his senses, brought it back down by his side. Although they ruined our alone time together, I couldn't say it was awful hanging around with his friends.

"You coming, Mase?" Sam asked, standing up from the couch with his friends.

"Hm?"

"We're going to get some lunch," he told me as I stood up.

"I probably shouldn't," I admitted, looking from Sam to his friends.

It was one thing to hang out in public with Sam. Most people by now knew we worked together. However, it was a whole different thing altogether to hang around with a group of Knights. If my brother ever found out I was sure he would accuse me of becoming one of them.

Sam looked at me in understanding. "You're probably right. I can drop you off."

I grimaced slightly. "I'm not sure I want your friends knowing where I live."

"Hey!" Christo cut in. "Don't be a meanie, Mase."

I laughed and shook my head at him.

"We're not going to mess with your house," Jake said with an eye roll. "Let's just go."

Sam gave me a small smile, motioning for me to follow him out to the car. I got in the passenger's seat before Christo could reach it and he was sure to let me know that it annoyed him.

"You get the front this once, Mase," Christo warned, kicking my seat.

"Be quicker next time," I responded with a shrug, causing Sam to laugh.

"I am quicker than you," Christo replied.

There was no doubt in my mind that he was.

Eventually we made it to my house and I was pleased to see that no one was home. No one would see who it was that was dropping me off.

"Thanks for the ride, I'll see you later," I said, taking my seat-belt off.

I wished that I could lean in and give Sam a kiss like I was dying to do. I could tell by the longing look in his eyes that he wanted it too, but with the three pairs of eyes watching us from the back, we couldn't.

"Bye, Mase," he said casually with a small smile.

I got out of the car and made it up to the house. Sam didn't leave until he saw that I had gotten inside. I watched him leave and let out a sigh.

The state of my sexuality was still unknown to me, but at least now I knew that what I felt for Sam wasn't just curious infatuation.

It was something more.

**

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