One thing that's not a joke is that they are like an old married couple, spooning and all. It's late on the last day of the convention and Sam is ready to go home because as much as he loves these people, he can feel himself getting sick already. In his arms, Liam wriggles around to face him.
(Liam is almost always the little spoon. Sam thinks it might be an Irish Catholic thing, wanting to be held.)
"Hey." Liam tucks his head into the crook of Sam's neck. "You tired yet?"
"Not really." He strokes Liam's hair lazily. "Why, d'you want something? Are you soliciting me for sexual favors?"
Liam laughs and mutters, "Jackass," before reaching up to kiss him. "Maybe I just want you to pay attention to me."
"So that's a yes on the sexual favors," Sam replies, but he slides a hand up Liam's shirt and runs his thumb across a nipple. "I guess I could be up for that. I'm easily persuaded."
"Oh, I am all too aware." Liam sits up and straddles Sam's lap. He rolls his hips and, yep, Sam isn't a young man but it doesn't take much to make him stand to attention when he's got Liam in his lap.
"Take off your shirt?" Sam says, tugging at the threadbare white t-shirt.
Liam makes a surprised scoff. "I haven't worked out all week and we had easily a dozen beers between us today. I've got that dad belly."
"You don't have to." Sam squeezes Liam's hips and kisses his collarbone softly. "But I like your dad belly."
Liam pulls a face as his cheeks color- just a little -but he obliges, pulling his shirt off over his head while Sam tugs off both their boxers. Liam's cock is dark and full already; he's been at least half-hard for a while now, and Sam is oddly endeared by the fact that he can get that worked up just from cuddling. Sam kisses him again, then leans over the side of the bed to grab the bottle of lube he takes on these trips out of town, just in case.
He knows what Liam wants, but he asks anyway. "I like hearing you say it," he teases.
Liam groans. "I feel like such a cheesy porn actor. Okay, okay, fine." He bats his eyelashes and switches to a breathy head voice, "Oh, baby, I wanna ride your fat dick."
Sam laughs and kisses Liam's neck. "Ooh, babe, you know just how to drive me wild." He pours a generous dollop of lube onto his fingers and starts working Liam open, grinning at the sharp intake of breath it earns him.
They're old pros at this by now, so it doesn't take long before Sam pulls his fingers out and guides his cock into Liam's hole. "Fuck," Liam gasps. "Every fucking time, every single fucking time." He shifts experimentally, then nods and starts to work his hips up and down, bouncing him in Sam's lap.
Sam holds Liam's hipbone with one hand and his ass with the other and kisses him. He's a sap, but he loves kissing Liam. There's nothing easier than kissing your best friend.
Liam's cock bobs obscenely against his soft belly, smearing it with precome. Sam takes it in his hand and starts to jerk him off. Liam makes a fantastic pleased noise and grinds down harder. "Sam," he whines. "Fuck, I'm close- come inside me, please, Sam-"
There it is- with a final thrust, Sam comes, and Liam's dick spurts messily immediately after. They both take long, heavy breaths for a moment before Liam pulls himself off Sam's cock and rests his head on his chest.
"Hey," Sam says. "I love you, y'know."
Liam looks up at him and smiles, small but tender. "I love you too." He kisses the underside of Sam's jaw before he stands up. "Now gimme a sec, you made me a disgusting sticky mess."
"And they say romance is dead," Sam says as Liam walks into the bathroom. He grins, though, and lays down on the bed to wait for him to come back.
Liam/Sam, "My Guy"
One thing that's not a joke is that they are like an old married couple, spooning and all. It's late on the last day of the convention and Sam is ready to go home because as much as he loves these people, he can feel himself getting sick already. In his arms, Liam wriggles around to face him.
(Liam is almost always the little spoon. Sam thinks it might be an Irish Catholic thing, wanting to be held.)
"Hey." Liam tucks his head into the crook of Sam's neck. "You tired yet?"
"Not really." He strokes Liam's hair lazily. "Why, d'you want something? Are you soliciting me for sexual favors?"
Liam laughs and mutters, "Jackass," before reaching up to kiss him. "Maybe I just want you to pay attention to me."
"So that's a yes on the sexual favors," Sam replies, but he slides a hand up Liam's shirt and runs his thumb across a nipple. "I guess I could be up for that. I'm easily persuaded."
"Oh, I am all too aware." Liam sits up and straddles Sam's lap. He rolls his hips and, yep, Sam isn't a young man but it doesn't take much to make him stand to attention when he's got Liam in his lap.
"Take off your shirt?" Sam says, tugging at the threadbare white t-shirt.
Liam makes a surprised scoff. "I haven't worked out all week and we had easily a dozen beers between us today. I've got that dad belly."
"You don't have to." Sam squeezes Liam's hips and kisses his collarbone softly. "But I like your dad belly."
Liam pulls a face as his cheeks color- just a little -but he obliges, pulling his shirt off over his head while Sam tugs off both their boxers. Liam's cock is dark and full already; he's been at least half-hard for a while now, and Sam is oddly endeared by the fact that he can get that worked up just from cuddling. Sam kisses him again, then leans over the side of the bed to grab the bottle of lube he takes on these trips out of town, just in case.
He knows what Liam wants, but he asks anyway. "I like hearing you say it," he teases.
Liam groans. "I feel like such a cheesy porn actor. Okay, okay, fine." He bats his eyelashes and switches to a breathy head voice, "Oh, baby, I wanna ride your fat dick."
Sam laughs and kisses Liam's neck. "Ooh, babe, you know just how to drive me wild." He pours a generous dollop of lube onto his fingers and starts working Liam open, grinning at the sharp intake of breath it earns him.
They're old pros at this by now, so it doesn't take long before Sam pulls his fingers out and guides his cock into Liam's hole. "Fuck," Liam gasps. "Every fucking time, every single fucking time." He shifts experimentally, then nods and starts to work his hips up and down, bouncing him in Sam's lap.
Sam holds Liam's hipbone with one hand and his ass with the other and kisses him. He's a sap, but he loves kissing Liam. There's nothing easier than kissing your best friend.
Liam's cock bobs obscenely against his soft belly, smearing it with precome. Sam takes it in his hand and starts to jerk him off. Liam makes a fantastic pleased noise and grinds down harder. "Sam," he whines. "Fuck, I'm close- come inside me, please, Sam-"
There it is- with a final thrust, Sam comes, and Liam's dick spurts messily immediately after. They both take long, heavy breaths for a moment before Liam pulls himself off Sam's cock and rests his head on his chest.
"Hey," Sam says. "I love you, y'know."
Liam looks up at him and smiles, small but tender. "I love you too." He kisses the underside of Sam's jaw before he stands up. "Now gimme a sec, you made me a disgusting sticky mess."
"And they say romance is dead," Sam says as Liam walks into the bathroom. He grins, though, and lays down on the bed to wait for him to come back.