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Mason Maloney

Sam and I sat in silence for a few minutes, the only noise was the sound of the music coming through the walls from downstairs. I moved away from Sam and sat on the closed toilet seat, looking down at the floor. Neither of us said anything. It was like we were both waiting on each other to start talking. If he didn't go first, then we were going to be waiting forever.

"I broke things off with Mercedes," he finally said, turning his gaze to me.

My eyes widened in surprise at his words. He looked at me with a serious expression as if willing me to say something.

"Oh," was all I could think of.

Of course, I was happy that he was no longer seeing her, but it didn't stop my confusion as to why he stopped seeing her. I didn't know if I was just getting my hopes up thinking it was for me. Sam just nodded, not saying anything else.

"Why?" I asked in a spurt of courage.

"I had a talk with my brother," he said. "He made me realize some things."

My stomach fluttered with nerves and my head spun, making me dizzy.

"Like what?" I muttered quietly.

"That nothing should be able to stop me from being with the person I want to be with," Sam explained, looking straight into my eyes.

I was stunned, my mouth parted in awe. My heart skipped a beat then continued to pound wildly in my chest as if trying to break free and give itself to Sam. I wanted him to have my heart, he could take it.

"It made me realize," he continued, "that the one person I thought I couldn't have, is the only one I want and that if I wanted that person enough, nothing could stop me."

I stared at him before looking to the floor with a smile on my face.

"That's funny," I said with a light chuckled.

Sam looked puzzled. "What's funny?"

"I had a similar conversation with Nathan yesterday," I admitted, looking back up at him.

"You did?" Sam asked in a surprised tone, his eyes widening slightly.

I nodded, my smile widening. "I didn't tell him about us, but I told him that there was someone."

"And what did he say?" Sam asked, titling his head to the side.

"Basically the same thing," I told him.

Sam nodded. "Interesting."

We stayed silent for a few more moments before Sam left his spot at the sink and came to stand in front of me. I looked up at him, my face filled with hope as he grabbed a hold of my hand.

"I want us to try again," he said. "And be serious this time."

"Like, be exclusive?" I asked timidly.

Sam nodded. "Yeah."

"I think that's your best idea yet," I answered with a smile to which Sam returned.

"I'm full of good ideas," he boasted.

I rolled my eyes and stood up, Sam's hand still in mine.

"We should probably keep it quiet until after football season," I suggested, looking down at our hands.

"You're right," Sam agreed. "That'll save us from at least some of the drama."

I looked up at him, my smile growing wide as my eyes settled on his face. He was always handsome, but in this moment he looked even better. Sam's smile matched mine as he leaned down close to my face and pressed his lips against mine.

The kiss was slow and sweet, only our lips meeting. Out of all the times I kissed Sam, this time was my favorite. There was no uncertainty about what it meant or confusion about how I felt.

Sam pulled away slightly, resting his forehead on mine with shallow breaths. My eyes stayed closed as Sam moved his hand to caress the back of my neck as if making sure I wouldn't leave him.

"We should probably get back downstairs," Sam said in a whisper. I just nodded in agreement. "Come stay at my house tonight."

I opened my eyes and pulled away from Sam to get a better look at his face. He was looking at me with a serious expression, waiting for my response to his invitation.

"Okay," I said with a nod. Sam smiled and gave me one last kiss before taking my hand and leading me out of the bathroom, my soiled shirt in his other hand.

When we got to the stairs, Sam dropped my hand, but I made sure to stay close to him as we maneuvered through the crowd of drunken teenagers. We quickly made our way back to Sam's friends who were exactly where they were when we left them

"Little Maloney! Hey!" Christo greeted enthusiastically, throwing his arm around my shoulder.

Sam was quick to shove him off of me and stand between the two of us.

"Do not spill more beer on anyone," Sam warned, pointing a finger at Christo.

"Maybe he has a crush on him or something," Jake laughed, taking a sip from his beer. Owen laugh along loudly while Sam and I each sent Jake a deadpanned look.

"Why don't you have a drink in your hand?" Christo asked me, leaning closely toward Sam.

"You already asked him that, dipshit," Owen said, shaking his head.

"Why do you guys hate me?" Christo whined dramatically.

Sam rolled his eyes and leaned closer to me while Jake and Owen gave Christo looks of annoyance and disbelief.

"Because you're stupid," Jake answered.

Christo huffed dramatically before taking another beer out of the cooler on the floor. Tony came from behind him and clapped a hand on his shoulder before taking the beer from his hand.

"Tony! Hey!" Christo greeted, not even acknowledging his missing beer.

Tony smiled widely at his cousin, throwing an arm around his shoulders. He turned and nodded at me in acknowledgment to which I mimicked his action. Nathan and Rick followed Tony soon after, Nathan placing himself between Sam and me.

"What the hell are you wearing?" Nathan asked, gesturing toward Sam's too-big shirt covering my body.

"Christo spilled beer on me," I told him, leaning close to his ear so I wouldn't have to yell over the crowd noise. Nathan turned to shoot Christo a dirty look. "It was an accident," I assured him.

"Why are you hanging around with them?" Nathan asked me quietly, leaning closely to my ear.

I rolled my eyes and sent him an annoyed look. I looked past my brother to see that Sam stood stiffly, looking uncomfortable at the presence of my brother and his friends.

I looked back to Nathan. "I just came to say hi and then Christo got beer on me so I needed a shirt."

Nathan looked me up and down before averting his eyes to Sam, looking down at his hands to see him still holding my beer-soaked shirt. Knowing he couldn't cause a scene here, Nathan stayed quiet, but I could tell by the bothered look on his face that he wanted to flip out.

"You need to go eat cake! It's your birthday!" Christo shouted, grabbing my attention. He had his right pointer finger buried in Tony's chest as he used him for support to stay standing.

"I will," Tony said to appease him.

"Let's go then!" Christo insisted, grabbing Tony's arm to pull him further into the kitchen.

Tony looked to Nathan and Rick as his cousin pulled him away, as if telling them to follow him. Rick nudged Nathan on the arm before going after Tony. Nathan lingered for a few moments, looking between Sam and me, before heading off in the direction of his friends.

"Maloney always has a stick up his ass," Jake commented, shaking his head.

I gave him an annoyed look to which he just shrugged and stared back as if daring me to argue with him.

"He is an ass," Owen agreed. "But apparently his season is going really good. I mean really good."

I looked to Sam to see that he wasn't paying attention as he absentmindedly looked around the crowded kitchen.

"I bet Sam's got him beat though," Jake countered, looking to Sam. "Right, dude?"

Sam's attention snapped to Jake. "Hm?"

"You've got Maloney beat this season, right?" he asked again.

Sam looked to me then back to Jake and shrugged. "We'll see."

I was grateful for him for not bashing my brother in front of me. I knew he probably did when he was around his friends, but I was glad that he took my feelings into consideration when it came to Nathan. He knew I hated talking about him with the Knights and wouldn't further the conversation while I was around.

Jake and Owen continued talking about football while Sam leaned over to me, the two of us not paying attention to his friends. He looked at them briefly before moving his mouth closer to my ear.

"Do you want to get out of here soon?" he asked, his breath warm on my skin.

I just nodded, looking up at him. I was eager to leave with him so that I could spend private time with him without any worry about who might see.

"I'm heading out," Sam announced to his friends, halting their conversation.

"So soon?" Owen asked curiously.

"Yeah, you know I have somewhere to be tomorrow," Sam answered casually.

"Hey, can you give me a ride home?" I asked him so it wouldn't be weird if we left together.

Catching onto what I was doing, Sam answered with a nod. "Sure."

"Take care of Christo tonight," Sam said to his friends as we were getting ready to leave.

"Yeah, yeah," Jake waved him off, grabbing another beer from the cooler.

The two of us quickly walked out of the kitchen and through the living room to get to the front door. I noticed Ross was still talking to Liza, so instead of bothering him, I sent him a quick text.

Getting a ride home from Sam

Sam's car was a little ways down Tony's long driveway. He looked behind us as if looking for someone before he grabbed my hand and pulled me along. I smiled down at our connected hands as I followed him. Sam released my hand as the two of us approached his car and got in. We didn't say anything for a few moments as Sam began to drive.

"Are you sure it's okay for us to go to your house?" I asked, looking over at him. He had one arm resting on the back of my seat while he used the other to steer. I had begun to realize that seeing him drive with one hand was not only inexplicably attractive, but one of my weaknesses.

Sam moved his hand from my seat down to my knee and I instantly felt the heat where he touched me. It was an act of intimacy that I didn't know I craved until he had done it.

"It's fine," he assured me. "Jonah and Mae are out and the kids are with their grandparents."

He rubbed his thumb over my knee comfortingly as I looked down at his hand with a smile. It felt as though I was finally getting what I wanted. My mind was clear from confusion and having Sam by my side was heartening.

We arrived at Sam's house shortly after. All of the lights in the house were off and there was only one lonesome car in the driveway until Sam pulled in. My confidence grew as the two of us exited the car and made our way to the house. I didn't know what I expected from my night with Sam, but I knew what I wanted. I just hoped he wanted the same thing.

As soon as we were in the house with the door shut, Sam's lips were on mine. He pushed me up against the door with a hand on the back of my neck and the other caressing my hip. I immediately responded to the kiss, opening my mouth as his tongue met mine. The kiss was rough and more sensual than the kiss in the bathroom. While that one was filled with apprehension and hope, this one was filled with relief and lust.

Sam's hand on my hip moved upward toward my chest and started undoing the buttons on the flannel. My arms wrapped around Sam's neck, pulling his face closer and deepening the kiss. Once Sam had the shirt completely unbuttoned, he placed a hand on my chest, still leaving the shirt on.

He pulled away from my lips and moved his mouth down my jaw and neck. I rested my head back on the door, my chest heaving as I breathed heavily. Sam's lips on my skin felt electrifying, keeping me surged and ready for whatever would come next.

"Let's go upstairs," Sam whispered, his lips touching my ear. He continued kissing my jaw until I answered.

I eagerly nodded, causing him to pull away from me. His green eyes looked wild as he looked me up and down. Sam held his hand out for me and I took it before he began pulling me toward the stairs. Sam moved quickly on the steps, pulling me, but I couldn't keep up. I stumbled slightly on the steps, causing Sam to slow down and look back at me.

The two of us were thrown into a fit of giggles as Sam struggled to pull me up the stairs, my laughter hindering my movements. Eventually, we clumsily made it to his room. Instead of stopping at the door like we did downstairs, Sam brought me directly to his bed, pulling the flannel off of my body.

Sam lied back on his bed so that I was straddling him. I brought my lips down onto his as I stuck my hands underneath his shirt, feeling his defined abs.

Sam shivered. "Your hands are freezing," he mumbled against my lips.

I smirked and continued kissing him, moving my hands further up his body and pulling his shirt up with them, playing with the chain of his necklace with my fingers. Eventually Sam got the message and sat up to pull his shirt off. I kissed down his neck and his chest, nipping and sucking at his warm skin. Sam let out an attractive, frustrated moan before grabbing me by the hips and turning us over so that I was underneath him.

While I thought my nerves would get the better of me at this stage, the exact opposite happened. My confidence skyrocketed as Sam looked down at me with an appreciative look on his face as if he was admiring me. He made me feel sexy and I had never felt that way before.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Sam asked as he hovered above me with his necklace dangling in front of my face, the wild look in his eyes dying down as he expressed genuine concern for me.

"Yes," I answered quickly. "Yes, I want to do this."

"And you're okay with," he paused, "you know."

"Yes, I'm okay with bottoming," I replied with a chuckle. "Unless you're offering."

Sam's eyes widened in a panic. "Um, well I–"

I let out a loud laugh, throwing my head back slightly. "I'm just fucking with you, Sam. Relax."

Sam smiled widely down at me and playfully shook his head, placing a chaste kiss on my cheek.

"You have to tell me if you want to stop," Sam demanded in a stern voice, a serious look on his face. "Like if you even feel slightly uncomfortable."

I rolled my eyes. "I'll be fine."

"I'm serious," he argued pointedly.

"So am I," I responded, starting to unbutton my pants. Sam swatted my hands away.

"We don't have to," Sam offered kindly.

"Are you okay with doing this?" I asked, my confidence seeming to die down. Sam's apprehension was causing me to second guess myself.

"I'm more than okay with this, trust me," Sam confirmed. "I haven't stopped thinking about this since the first time we kissed."

I smirked. "Then let's do this."

Sam's handsome smirk matched mine as he finally seemed to give in. I could barely see his face in the dark room, but the light of his eyes was enough to see his defined features. His green eyes sparked, looking wild once again as he moved his hands to my unbuttoned jeans. His eyes didn't leave mine as he finished taking them off.

Soon enough, we were moaning messes connected as one like we desired. And no outside force could keep us from each other again.

***

I awoke from the sound of a door opening. My eyes didn't open, feeling as though it wasn't time for me to wake up yet. Sam's bare chest was warm on my back as he held me to him from behind. I felt his breath on the back of my neck where his head rested.

"Oh, sorry," a voice said, causing my eyes to snap open.

Jonah stood in the doorway looking stunned. His eyes were widened and his mouth was parted slightly in shock. His feet stayed planted on the ground as if they were unable to move and he scratched the back of his neck nervously.

My eyes were bugging out of my head and I was stunned into being completely still. After a few moments of having a stare down with Jonah, I tried to release myself from Sam's grip, but he still clung tightly to me.

"Sam," I said, smacking his hand that was around me.

He muttered incoherent words against the back of my neck, tightening his hold on me.

"Sam," Jonah called out.

His hands released me almost instantly, leaving me cold despite the heat of my embarrassment.

**

Can't believe I forgot to say happy pride month in the last update!

Happy Pride Month!

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