James Cassells/Sam Bettley (and some Brusnop)

Part 19

New part on time!! Tell me what you think because I really like where this story is going~

James's P.O.V

I woke up before Sam, his face still pressed to my neck. I sighed and got up, I needed a cold shower or else I'll kill somebody. I don't know how long I spent under the cold spray but when I got out Sam was hastily dressing up. He couldn't be thinking about disappearing for the whole day again. Or I swear I'll stab a bitch.

"Not going anywhere I hope" Sam looked up at me and sat down on the bed, his shirt halfway on his chest. He bite his lip and looked down. I'm gonna try and stay calm. Can't really promise anything though.

"What is it? Cam's got your tongue?" I moved to my own clothes, drying my hair with a towel on the way to my suitcase. When I looked back at Sam, all colours had drained from his face and his jaw was hanging open. He looked at me with watery eyes and took a deep shaky breath, looking back at the spot in front of him. He was clearly avoiding speaking to me. I warned Cameron, I fucking warned him to stay the fuck away from Sam but no the fucker had to go and Sam had to give in. I sat down on my side of the bed and Sam kept silent. I turned to him and looked at the hickeys I made on his neck, they were fading away now, like the bruises on his wrists were. But I know the scratches on his thighs were still there.

"I'm so sorry" his voice wasn't more then I hoarse whisper as he held back a sob, a single tear rolling down his cheek. I shook my head and got up, taking my wallet, my phone and leaving the room. I can't go back to the bus because I know Cam will be there and I don't really want to punch him. I just want to spread his guts all over the place. Seeing it was hotel night, we could stay all day there so I know Sam would still be there when I go back. If I go back. I crashed at a crappy bar where people go to get drunk early in the morning which was exactly what I was gonna do. I pat my jacket's pocket and noticed I got two phones, mine and Ben's.

Of course I had Ben's phone, he tend to call people when he was drunk and there was no way we were letting him call his mom or worse Danny. I took out my own phone and I had a few emails and texts but no missed calls. So Sam didn't called yesterday when I got Ben back at the hotel. When the doors opened to reveal Cam all over Sam, kissing every parcel of skin that was mine. And Sam let him and enjoyed it.

I know he was too shitfaced to be rational so that's why I played it cool and smiled at him like I didn't noticed. But when he walked passed me, into the hotel room, the death glare I sent Cameron said a lot on how I was feeling. And Cameron's smirk told me he was quite proud of himself. After four beers and an hour and a half of self-pity and overthinking, I thought it might be time to go back to the hotel room. Even though I was mad I was worried about Sam. I got back, ignoring the managers texts and other people's, doing the same with Ben's phone. When I got at the hotel I first went to Ben and Cameron's room, thankfully Ben answered so I gave him his phone back with a pat on the shoulder before going back to my own room just across the hallway. I took a deep breath and got in.

Sam didn't move, except he was dressed up and clean, his hair were still wet from his shower. He looked up at me when I closed the door and he still had the same look in his eyes. Pleading and helpless, it broke my heart in a thousand pieces.

"I'm so sorry, James" he got up and took one hesitant step towards me. I walked up to him and laid him down on the bed, attacking his neck, literally. I sucked and bite, all over his neck, this time these ones might stay longer. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and held me tight. I kissed his neck harder and he squealed, mostly in pain I think. I went down to his chest and sucked another hickey on his collarbone, just to make sure. I pulled back and looked at my work, dark enough. I looked at Sam and he looked so small and vulnerable under me.

"Sam. Your mine, I think you know it, so if I ever catch you with Cameron, or anyone else for that matter. It's over." He swallowed and nod, tears threatening to come back as I kissed him, deep and slow, not roughly like I went on his neck. I rolled us over and sat up so he was straddling my waist. He was holding on my neck and kept kissing me. I rolled my hips against his and Sam moaned my name. I kissed down his jaw, gently hoovering over the dark bruises appearing all over his skin. He rolled his hips back on mine, tilting his head back.

"I'm sorry I- never mean-t to che- mmhm. James I'm so-o sorry" he was cut off by his own pants and moans. I'm not one to forgive easily but I might forgive him easier then I intend to. I took off his shirt and he helped me out of my jacket. I kissed my way up to his jaw line, he didn't shaved, it feels weird but also kind of awesome. My hands went to the back pockets of his jeans, setting a pace for his hips. He moaned into my ear, his nails digging in my neck. Sam pulled away from me and almost teared my shirt apart when he tried to take it off. I kissed him, slowing down the pace a bit, holding his face as he kneel in front of me.

"Sam calm down, everything's okay" he nod slightly and kissed me back, his hands running up my thighs to the front of my jeans. I sucked in a deep breath as I watched Sam zip down my pants and kiss my stomach. I helped him take off my jeans and ran a hand through his still damp hair. He mumbled something I couldn't make up against my skin and palmed me through my jeans. I moaned and pulled him up, kissing him again. I couldn't get enough of it. But Sam was still rambling even through the kiss. I pulled back and held Sam close.

"Please, James forgive me, please, I'm so sorry..." His eyes were still closed. I pulled him closer to me, holding him tightly. I kissed his forehead and pulled back.

"Hey Sam, look at me, I forgive you okay? We're good" he looked up and bite his lip. He nod and I hugged him again. I was painfully hard and still mad, but not at him. I kissed him over and over, kissing down his jaw, then back to his mouth.