live while we're young {sam}

[Sam Ash Wheaton]

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570 words • tagged: tyler • outfit: here

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Sam didn't smoke. Not as a general rule. But after a supurbly sublime shagging... he liked a burst of nicotine. Perhaps that was why he had a pack stashed in the room, and why, despite the fact that the entire school was a no-smoking zone, he was laying on the bed with a cigarette clutched between his fingers. Beside of him, lay his most recent partner, and one who Sam would be the first to admit was probably one of the best lover's he'd had in a very long time. Tyler was amazing in every sense of the word. Sam only hoped that this would not be a one time thing. He shifted to lay on his side, looking over at the other as he supported his head with the hand not holding his cigarette, just allowing himself to drink in the sight of the other male.

He was beautiful. Well toned abs that, while not overly muscular, were still firm and begged to be kissed. Angled hips with an impressive V line. His legs? Ah... the stuff of legends really. Long and limber, and ached to be touched. He let his eyes travel back up to the male's face, leaning in slightly to press a kiss just beneath the other's ear. "You have got to be the most gorgeous man I have ever laid eyes on." While he had said this previously, he felt the need to emphasize the point again, for some reason, Sam didn't think that Tyler fully believed him. Raising the cigarette to his lips, he inhaled from the cancer stick and turned his head away from the other to exhale the smoke.

He lowered his hand holding the cigarette, careful of the cherry, to lightly trail his fingers over the tattoos of the other male's arms. "What do your tattoos mean?" he asked curiously, fingers tracing over a batman symbol. He'd already guess the other male loved batman, just by the shirt he'd been wearing which... Sam figured had probably fallen in the floor along with his jacket, but he couldn't really remember and didn't fancy having to get up to actually go and look for it. But that wasn't the only tattoo, there were others on both arms and even over the other man's chest. Sam had a thing for tattoos, really he did. He rather loved the design and the very idea of them and he planned to get more than what he himself had already.

Of course, it was around this point that Sam figured Tyler might not want to tell him. Not make things personal, perhaps. Or some people just didn't like to talk afterwards anyway. He looked up at the other and away from the lovely tattoos. "Feel free to tell me to shut the fuck up if you want. I won't take it personally," he stated with a wink. "But you fascinate me... I can't help but want to know more about you... and I really hope that you don't reconsider that idea from earlier to be friends still..." That would just make him feel all lost and forlorn. While he usually didn't care if he had a personal connection to his lovers, for some reason, he wanted it with Tyler. How odd was that?

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[Tyler Ian Cooper]

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[cs=2][atrb=width,500] Tyler was not asleep but his eyes were closed. He was a smoker, though he was trying to quit. Tyler was not sure he would actually succeed, but that would not stop him from making the attempt. That was the part that mattered most, right? He was well aware of Sam's wandering gaze, feeling the need to blush but fighting it as much as he could. Tyler hummed softly at the kiss just beneath his ear and he finally let his eyes open again. "Still saying that, huh?" he questioned with a soft laugh and a faint smirk, flicking his hair out of his eyes. Tyler almost wanted to believe him; but, he could not quite see it. He guessed that he was kind of attractive, maybe. He wasn't ugly or anything. He just did not think he was all that special. They'd probably just have to agree to disagree. He knew he should probably be leaving; but, a large part of him really did not want to move from where he was. He was not sure about letting himself fall asleep there, though. That was too much. No, he should definitely leave before that happened. Tyler almost started to get up to gather his things, but stopped as Sam's fingers started to brush along some of his many tattoos. Tyler hummed a little, sighing inaudibly as he thought about it, idly wetting his lips before actually speaking. "Each one means something different," he answered, clearing his throat a little. "Mostly it's just... people that have been important to me, friends that have come into my life and left, or stayed. Like this one..." Tyler pointed to the one on his chest, a dragonfly. "One of my best friends. She's graduating back home this year." He nodded a little, wondering if there were any more he could readily explain. There were quite a few he had gotten in honor of Matt, and he absentmindedly let his fingers brush against the inverted cross on his left forearm. That was one of them. Tyler then let his hand drop to idly toy with one of the many bracelets he still wore. "Some of them are for a friend who... who isn't around." That was about as close as Tyler was going to get to talking about Matt with someone especially someone who was still, technically, a stranger. "No, I don't want you to shut up," Tyler replied with a slight shake of his head, absentmindedly brushing the backs of his fingers along Sam's chest. He really did not want to leave the other boy's side, and that was a weird feeling for him. There were not many people in the world that Tyler would willingly be close to. "I think I'd like that... being friends, I mean." Sure, there was a part of him that wanted more than that; but, Tyler was not sure that Sam would. Plus, he was not all that sure making any kind of commitment to someone was a good idea, especially since Tyler did not plan on staying around for too long. "I think I should go, though. I, uh..." Tyler really had no explanation for it; but, the longer he stayed there, the more comfortable he became and the less he wanted to leave. That in itself was a problem, one that Tyler was sure he could fix.

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[Sam Ash Wheaton]

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Sam smirked slightly as he finished up his cigarette and dropped it into a cup he had with some water in the bottom of it and leaned back on his elbow on the bed, laying on his side shamelessly. "I can't help it. I think it every time I look at you, and I've been told I have no filter. I say what I think." He tilted his head slightly as he watched the other male carefully. "Besides, you might be more inclined to believe it if I say it when I'm not actively seeking or waiting for sex." He smirked slightly at the other male, lightly trailing his fingers over the other's form still. He could sense that the other likely hadn't taken what he'd said before very seriously. He only hoped that now, Tyler would see he wasn't just trying to get the other into bed. Though he definitely wouldn't say no to another round... or another hook-up.

When the other began to answer his questions about his tattoos, he nodded, listening intently. He reached up, caressing the dragonfly as the other male pointed it out. Gently trailing over the wings of the insect and then down the body. It was obvious the girl had meant a great deal to Tyler, and he wondered vaguely if there had been something more there that Tyler just wasn't comfortable talking about with him, since they still were practically strangers. He caught the subtle movement of the other's hand over the cross on his arm and fought the urge to stroke it as well. The other seemed pained by this one, a friend who wasn't around. Did they leave? Did they die? He wondered about it... as if wanting to know the other's entire life story.

He didn't usually show such interest in his bedpartners, though perhaps the look in Tyler's eyes when he spoke of his friend... the underlying sadness he'd seen in the other's beautiful blue eyes, even at the party.... whatever it was, it compelled him to get to know the male. He smiled as Tyler stated that he didn't want him to shut up, and looked down at th eother's fingers on his chest. He smiled, reaching down to grip the other's hand, pulling it up to his mouth and kissing the fingertips. He smiled teasingly as the other said he'd like to be friends. He tilted his head slightly. "Well that's a very good thing, I'd hate to be thought of as some weird and creepy stalker when I try to strike up a conversation with you later on."

Of course, then the other male was stating that he should go. A frown crossed over the other's features, eyebrows knitting together a bit as he pushed himself up slightly so he could look down at the other male. He tilted his head, reaching down to brush back the other's hair lightly. "What if I don't want you to leave, though?" he asked softly. He leaned down, pressing a rather chaste kiss to the other's lips, hand moving slowly down from the other's hair over his neck and collarbone to rest on his chest while his other hand held up his weight. He kissed the other's lips a few times in succession before leaning down to kiss his throat. "I find I rather like your presence. I suppose if you don't want to stay here... we could always find someplace else. But there are blankets over there in the closet..."

He tilted his head as he watched the other, hand coming up again to stroke the other's cheek and brush through his hair. "Please don't go just yet, Tyler. I don't like sleeping alone." He was far to used to having someone beside of him to enjoy sleeping alone. He liked to curl up beside of a warm body and snuggle. Okay, that probably sounded rather girlish, but it was true, none-the-less. He'd much rather Tyler stay with him then have the other male leave him alone. He doubted Sebastian would like it if he crawled into his bed again simply because he couldn't sleep again...

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