After he finished tidying up, scooping up all the rubbish and left-over food as he crammed it into the bin, Sam tidied up Hunter’s bed, yanking the sheet as far as he could before slinging the pillows onto the top of the bed. He clapped his hands together, spraying away any dirt left on his fingertips before he nodded, pleased with himself, and shrugged on Hunter’s jacket since he couldn’t seem to find his in all the mess he “tidied” up.
Sam decided he’d go out and get Hunter a nice breakfast since he had left Hunter to deal with his drunken state as well as being forced to sleep with him. He couldn’t remember what had happened, but he had no doubt that he probably did something stupid.
As the door clicked shut Hunter’s body finally relaxed as he moved his bitten palm away from his mouth. The water droplets rolled over Hunter’s bronzed skin like honey melting as they soaked into places only one would dream of.
His member stood tall and proud as his bicep flexed with each movement.
His thick, black lashes squeezed shut as he no longer had to bite his palm, holding in the grunts and groans wishing for freedom. The moment Sam left Hunter could openly voice his pleasure as his right hand came slamming down on the steamed wall, supporting his large, muscular frame as his head dropped low, his black, parted locks clinging to his wet flesh and dipping into his jaded eyes as he let out a low, guttural groan from the bottom of his raspy throat.
His hand moved from the tiled wall as he now used his elbow to support him whilst his forehead braced against the hot wall, his hand moving back to twist into the damp locks at the back of his head and tug tightly. He flicked his thumb over his tip as he inhaled sharply, his strong hips jerking forward as he pictured Sam back on all fours again.
As a river of water flooded over Hunter’s beautifully carved body his sensations ran wild as he rasped out ‘Sam’ when a streak of pleasure seeped into his core. Moment’s later his body was tensing, his teeth biting down into his swollen, bottom lip as his head flung back, his hair slick against his forehead as he rolled his hips in time with his finish.
His breath tumbled out in short pants, a cloud of steam escaping with each one as he caught his breath. Reaching up he turned off the shower after cleaning himself off and stepping out, wrapping the cotton towel around his waist.
He braced his tall stature against the wall as he clasped his forehead, his chest rising and falling as he felt the burning fire in the pit of his stomach start to awaken again. His hand wasn’t enough, he needed more—he needed Sam. His jaw tensed, a small flicker as he ran his finger through his silky, damp locks and combed them away from his sculpted face. He swallowed down the urge to rip the rabbit apart when he comes back from whatever he had rushed off to, and calmly walked back out into the room.
He stood for a moment, hands on his hips as he glanced around the room.
‘That… dork…’
Hunter sighed as he looked around. Sam had “tidied” up and was pleased with himself but in reality, he had tidied up like a child. Hunter glanced at the overflowing rubbish bin, the crinkled, odd angled sheets and the crumpled pillow. He shook his head as he got changed before going around the room and tidying up properly.
When Hunter had finally finished he slumped down on the couch as he grabbed Sam’s manga book and decided to read that since he had nothing else to do.
***
Sam walked down the hall as he pulled Hunter’s black, oversized jacket closer to him. He accidentally caught a whiff of Hunter’s natural scent, it sent a warm feeling over him as he pulled the jacket closer again.
As Sam walked to the cafeteria he decided he would pass Happy and Kay’s dorm to see if the two were okay and that they hadn’t drunkenly wandered off anywhere, only waking up today and facing the repercussions.
Sam finally stopped on the door as he raised his hand to knock but stopped when he heard murmurs.
“Ah-ah that hurts! Stop—It won’t go in.”
“It will just relax.”
“I AM RELAXED!”
“…That doesn’t sound relaxed.”
“BITE ME!”
“Okay.”
“OW NOT LITERALLY YOU BALD HEADED BUTT PLUG!”
Sam stepped back as his light brows furrowed, his face contorting into a confused expression with a hint of worry. He placed his finger to the corner of his lip as he glanced down at the floor trying to figure out what was going on.
‘Maybe he’s helping him try shoes on?…’
Deciding he didn’t want to interrupt if they were arguing and in bad moods, he decided to carry on.
Walking down the hall Sam turned his head only to catch a glimpse of himself in the reflection of the large windows. He blushed when he saw his small frame drowning in Hunter’s large, black jacket. He turned his face away, his cheeks still red as he shyly held up the sleeve that his fingers couldn’t even poke out of and held it to his mouth.
“Sam?”
Sam turned around upon hearing his name, his eyes following the source before they landed on the blond-haired boy. “Lyle? Hey!”
Lyle smiled as he approached Sam. Sam smiled back in return as his brown eyes fell to the plant pot in Lyle’s slightly dirtied palms. “You’ve been gardening?”
Lyle glanced down sheepishly as he nodded. “Yeah—I enjoy gardening as stupid as that sounds.”
Sam watched as Lyle rubbed the nape of his neck with a embarrassed expression. Sam smiled sweetly as he shook his head. “No.” He smiled. “I think it’s cool!”
Lyle looked up with eyes slightly wide as he grinned at Sam who broke out into his cheerful gleam. “You do? N-not many think that… after all” Lyle chuckled bashfully as he rubbed his red nape again. “Gardening is quite feminine.”
Sam shook his head as he perched on the window ledge next to Lyle who placed the freshly made plant pot down and also looked out the window beside Sam. “I don’t see why. I think males should be able to enjoy it as well. What is it you like about it?”
Sam turned his head to watch Lyle as Lyle pursed his lips in genuine thought.
His eyes took on a vacant expression as he shrugged almost shyly. “I don’t know. I guess I like watching something grow. Something that you gave life” Sam nodded as he smiled, allowing Lyle to just stare out the window and bask in his own thoughts as he turned his head back to the clear cut sky outside.
Lyle cleared his throat as he turned his head towards Sam. “So, Sam. Have you gotten your letter for the trip yet?”
Sam frowned as he turned his body towards ye, bracing an arm against the lodge. “No. What trip?”. His brows furrowed as he cutely cocked his head Lyle turned his body to also face Sam before he pulled out a printed letter and handed it to Sam who took it gratefully.
“The school’s arranged a trip for our year. Say’s it’s good for us to “bond” guess they haven’t gotten ’round to giving your section letters yet.”
Sam nodded as he thought that would explain it as neither he nor Hunter had received a letter. ‘HUNTER!’ “Ah-h! I have to go! Sorry! We’ll talk again soon though—sorry!” Sam yelled as he ran down the halls waving frantically to a shocked Lyle.
Lyle smiled as he laughed, waving back to a rushing Sam before Sam finally turned the corner and disappeared from sight. The moment Sam’s caramel locks could no longer be seen Lyle’s smile dropped into his cold glare as he rolled his sharp, blue eyes and tucked his hands deep into his pockets. He turned his head to the plant pot balanced on the open window before making a ‘pfft’ noise and pushing the pot out the window until a sickly crack echoed back up to him.
‘As if I’d like something so pansy. What a fool’, Lyle scoffed bitterly as he was almost more pissed at Sam for believing Lyle would be into something like gardening. As Lyle walked down the hall with burning eyes glaring at anyone who entered his path, he headed straight for the shower to wash away all the niceness he crammed down his throat and spewed back out to Sam.
It made him feel physically sick.
***
Sam rushed in, almost breaking down the door as Hunter briefly lifted his eyes up to glance at the hurricane whooshing past. He looked back down as he continued to flick the pages of Sam’s manga with a bored expression.
Sam panted as he rested his small hands against his kneecaps before he extended his arm out, shoving the bag into Hunter’s face. Hunter moved back to avoid the bag as he slowly unhooked it off of Sam’s fingers before opening it hesitantly. He glanced into the bag to see a container filled with two eggs, no sausages, two pieces of bacon, beans, tomatoes and hash browns, a full English breakfast. There was a small side of mushrooms as Sam bashfully looked away with a red hue dancing upon his cheekbones. “I didn’t know whether you liked beans or mushrooms… or tomatoes… so I asked them to put a small side of all of them…”
Hunter looked back up at Sam as the scent wafted towards his nose. “This is. for me?” His voice was questioning and empty like always but on the inside his heart was already beginning to hum in delight as he watched the shy boy rub his foot nervously against his leg. Sam nodded as Hunter frowned for a moment, thick brows drawing in. “Where’s yours?”
Sam lifted his head almost immediately as he shook his head with a reassuring smile. “Ah, I already ate mine on the way back. I had a bacon sandwich since I don’t really like to eat much in the morning.” Sam answered before Hunter could demand Sam ate this one instead. Hunter looked back at Sam as he watched him, observing every little flicker of emotion and reaction on Sam’s face as he tried to figure out why Sam had done this.
Sam turned away from Hunter’s intense stare as he grumbled moodily under his breath “you don’t have to eat it—”
Hunter rolled his eyes at Sam’s childish behaviour as he made a ‘tch’ sound before opening the bag and the container, placing it on his lap. “I’ll eat it if you stop pouting.”
Sam smiled secretly as he nodded and bounded off to the desk in the room where he sat crossed legged on the floor and pulled out his homework he needed to finish.
Every now and then Sam would glance up to see if Hunter was enjoying it and would be watching as Hunter devoured the food. Not only did Hunter really enjoy the big breakfast made for someone as muscular as himself, Hunter also couldn’t help but feel as if this breakfast was 10x better than any other breakfast he had ever had simply because Sam had gave it to him.
Sam tried to hide the grin that wanted to splay all over his face whenever he would see how content Hunter looked. He would quickly dip his head down and lower his chin to his chest, so Hunter could not see the blushing cheeks or the awed grin.
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