OOM: Upstairs with Sam

[isaysimplewords]

Cal leads the way to his room upstairs, keeping Sam's hand in his.

He pauses, very briefly, at the door before he digs out his key. It's not out of nerves or anything. It's just that the cleaning staff is still kind of tweaked and he's never sure exactly what he'll find when he walks into his room. Mostly he still counts himself lucky that the door hasn't turned into chocolate again.

Today, though, he seems to have escaped unscathed except for the brightly floral pillowcases.

"Not my idea," he says, closing the door behind them.

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[necessary_child]

Sam laughs, and squeezes Cal's hand. "I believe you. Thousands wouldn't."

[isaysimplewords]

Cal snorts. "Why, do I seem like the flowery pillowcase type to you?"

Inasmuch as he has a type when it comes to bedclothes, it does not involve flowers. Beyond that, he has no thoughts on the subject.

[necessary_child]

He makes a show of thinking about this.

"Hmm. I don't know, I think they kind of suit you."

[isaysimplewords]

Cal rolls his eyes. "I'm just glad they're not food. The other day I got a blanket woven from cotton candy." And it had looked so real. That had been an unexpected and sticky surprise.

He turns to face Sam, running his hand up Sam's arm to his shoulder. The difference in height is, naturally, more noticeable standing than on a sofa, but Cal's used to that. He hasn't met too many women that are even close to being as tall as he is. And Sam isn't much taller than some of the women he's been with.

And he is getting dangerously close to thinking again, which will not do at all, so Cal leans down and kisses Sam.

[necessary_child]

Sam chuckles. "I had to ward them out of our room. It was getting a bit much."

He looks up at Cal, smiling. The height difference doesn't seem to bother him, either; such is life for a shortarse. Sam has long learned to deal with his height by ignoring it: he has the calm self-assurance of someone at least six foot tall, and, thanks to his heritage, a distinct air of power as well.

And so he kisses Cal back thoroughly, arms sliding around him, and pushes him against the wall.

[isaysimplewords]

Cal gasps a little into the kiss, caught by surprise, but he doesn't object. He just wraps his arms around Sam's waist and kisses him hard.

For the moment.

[necessary_child]

Sam matches him strength for strength, kissing him fiercely. And, this time, does slide his hands around Cal under his shirt.

[isaysimplewords]

That's easier to handle this time, maybe because he's standing up, maybe because Sam's touch is firmer than it was before, or maybe just because he's genuinely turned on now. So Cal doesn't really react much this time, except to clutch at Sam for just a second and then relax when everything is okay.

[necessary_child]

He almost falters, but then Cal relaxes...

Sam keeps Cal pushed up against the wall, and himself pushed up against Cal, and keeps kissing him intently.

[isaysimplewords]

There are certain practical aspects involved in kissing a person who is at least eight inches shorter than you are while standing up. One is that it starts to be a little hard on your neck. There are ways to deal with this, which Cal would have employed with a woman by now, if she hadn't taken steps to do so herself.

He's a little less sure of the etiquette here, but this position is getting awkward (even if he does like it), so he pulls out of the kiss and says breathlessly, "Do you mind if - ?"

[necessary_child]

Sam laughs, softly. "Long-legged bastard."

And tugs Cal over to the bed.

[isaysimplewords]

That works, too. Cal sinks down onto the bed, pulling Sam with him. Then he kisses Sam again, before he can think too much about the fact that they are on the bed now.

[necessary_child]

Sam kisses him back, slower now but still intense, his hands bunched in the folds of Cal's half-open shirt.

[isaysimplewords]

Cal's arms curve around Sam, hands sliding up to just below his shoulders. He mirrors the way Sam is kissing him, unconsciously letting him dictate the pace.

[necessary_child]

And Sam just keeps kissing, for a while, enjoying the kiss and letting Cal enjoy it. But all time his hands are moving, stroking Cal through his shirt, and eventually he moves to undo the last few buttons of Cal's shirt.

[isaysimplewords]

Cal hesitates briefly before leaning back enough to shrug his shirt off. Then he immediately reaches out to help Sam out of his shirt. It is very important that clothing be worn in equal amounts.

[necessary_child]

This is the sort of philosophy that Sam could get behind.

He squirms out of the shirt as soon as possible, and even sooner presses close against Cal again, bare skin against bare skin for the first time.

[isaysimplewords]

Cal makes an approving sound. It feels

better than expensive tweed, rough against skin hypersensitive from withdrawal

good, warm and smooth, and Cal leisurely runs a hand down Sam's back. It would almost be like touching a woman there, except for the differences in muscle definition. That's the only possible parallel, though. Cal brushes his lips lightly over Sam's, adjusting.

[necessary_child]

Sam makes a soft, comfortable sound in reply, body stretching and shifting sinuously under Cal's touch. His eyes are only half open as he ghosts his hands along Cal's sides.

[isaysimplewords]

Cal shivers, the light touch raising goosebumps. He continues to kiss Sam almost chastely, running his hands over Sam's back and his sides and along his waistband, exploring. Nothing new, everything different.

[necessary_child]

Mmm, touch. Sam adores touch, probably as a result of being deprived of it so much more outside the bar.

He doesn't exactly purr, but he leans back rapturously, completely relaxed, watching Cal explore with almost-closed eyes. He has long, pale slim fingers which are currently responding in kind, moving over as much of Cal's skin as he can reach, one hand twining briefly through Cal's hair before running down his neck to his collarbone to his chest.

[isaysimplewords]

Cal smiles a bit, enjoying Sam's reaction. He keeps stroking Sam, now less exploratory and more intimate, designed to draw a response. More of the same response would be good. He leans into Sam's touch as he does so, taking almost as much pleasure in that.

[necessary_child]

A response he's certainly getting. Sam's breath is coming quicker, shallower, his eyes fixed on Cal's face as his fingers explore Cal's chest, one hand describing circles over and around his nipple.

[isaysimplewords]

Cal swallows, his own physical reaction to Sam's touch becoming more pronounced. The sustained eye contact is suddenly a bit much to take, so he leans in and kisses Sam again.

[necessary_child]

Sam kisses back hungrily, tangling his legs with Cal's.