The Locket (TJMB x Uncle Sam)

Lunch

Sam shot up in a cold sweat, shaking and starting to hyperventilate from shock. He gripped his sheets and put his palm to his chest, attempting to calm himself down. his eyes focused on his chest "Up, Down" he repeated to himself. "Just..." he paused, "A Trauma nightmare" he said and sighed, chuckling to himself a bit. He rolled over and checked the time, the little symbols on his clock reading "9:09 AM". He flopped back onto his bed, grabbing his blanket and ungulfing his body in it.

*11:45 AM*

The bright sun shined through his window and hit its rays onto Sam, highlighting all of his features it touched. He eventually woke up due to the change of temperature. After reluctancy to get up and aimlessly scrolling through his phone, he texted his therapist, informing her of the dream he had. His roommate George W came in his bedroom. He had his hair tussled in a funny way and had just gotten ready, toothbrush still in hand. "Hey, uh, Sam i think it'd be a good idea for you to go to lunch with me, get ready" he said, walking further into his room "I, er, heard you screaming and all that last night, you don't have to talk about it though" he cracked a small grin and looked to him.

"Ha, Sure G" Sam said, lifting off his shirt and throwing it on George, which shortly turned into a 15 minute play fight. Soon after apologies and getting changed, they headed to the car and soon to Chic Fil a.

After picking somewhere to sit, they grabbed some coffee next door until they saw a hoard of people running down the curb with Gay Flags. "A Protest at 11:00 AM?" George groaned. Sam chuckled "Aw, it's nice, getting to fight for freedom, express your opinions" he said, patting George on the small of his back. "Yeah, yeah Sam, you and all your political shit" he laughed. They both continued walking down the street until they heard commotion. "What the fuck is that?" Sam questioned and grabbed George's forearm, pulling him towards it. "Hey, Sam i don't think we want to head TOWARDS the danger!" he yelled.

They saw the police show up, telling the protesters off. George this time pulled Sam further, curious himself. Sam walked forward until he saw possibly the most beautiful man to exist. He had shiny locks of Purple tinted black hair, looking rather astonishing in the sunlight. He had black glasses and a tank top looking cloth wrapped around his chest with no other garment. And god, oh god

It was Hot.

He thought, blushing the smallest amount. He stared at him until the man turned to him, both locking eyes. He looked him up and down, Sam starting to grow progressively confused until he leaned forward and pressed his lips by his ear "Trust Me" he let out a breathy whisper that sent chills down Sam's back. The mysterious man led Sam by one of the deputies, planting them directly in front of him. He wrapped his arms around his neck securely and leaned in close to his face, making deep, uncomfortable eye contact with Sam before doing the same with the deputy until he grew closer and finally pressed his lips to Sam, taking most of the control. Which was unusual for him.

He pulled away, smirking at Sam and waved to him yelling a "Goodbye!". Sam stood there, astonished asking himself aloud, "What. The fuck. was that?"