Sam and Devin talked for hours about different things. Devin told him about all the foster families he had been in before, which lasted for thirty minutes.
"The worst lady was this old geezer that had this big *ss nose like a cartoon character," Devin said, gesturing to his nose in a big circle, "She was a b***h. She was positive that she was a saint because she adopted poor innocent orphans, and that 'we should be grateful because she took us in.' I'm glad I flushed her dead husband's ashes down the toilet. He needed an escape."
Sam giggled. Devin loved when Sam giggled. There wasn't anything special about it really. But Sam was happy- around Devin! Devin rarely saw anyone's smile directed toward him. That is, unless it's fake.
After foster families, Sam exchanged stories about his experience being transgender, and answered any questions that Devin asked. When Devin felt like he had a good hold on his newfound knowledge, he realized that he had only heard of Sam's mom- nothing about his dad.
"Hey, I just realized, um- do you have a dad?" Devin asked. Sam's smile went from happy to a fake imitation in a split second. Devin almost retracted the question.
"Oh...my dad? Well, yeah! I have one..." Sam shrugged, "I don't know him that well. From what my mom says, he was a douchebag who hurt her. I decided a while ago that even if I knew who he was, I wouldn't want to meet him."
Devin hated fathers.
"Screw dads," Devin said, glaring at the ground.
"Yeah," Sam said, his smile coming back at full force, "I'd rather screw a Daddy instead."
"Gross! That's gay!" Devin huffed, laying dramatically on his back. Sam giggled, and jumped on top of him. He got right in Devin's face, straddling his lap, and he was still giggling. Devin thought he had died and gone to heaven.
"Devin!" Sam lowered his voice to a whisper, "We're dating!"
"Does that make me the Daddy then?" Devin mumbled back.
"Well, I mean you're technically a Daddy and a dad-"
"SHUT UP, SAM!" Devin said loudly, wrestling with Sam until Sam was pinned underneath him. Sam wiggled, trying to escape, but Devin was strong enough to keep him there.
Devin liked the way he squirmed. He wanted to lean down and give Sam a kiss, so he did. But before he did, he whispered into Sam's ear, "You're going to regret that."
"Regret what-" Sam was going to say, but Devin silenced him mid-sentence. The kiss started off decently deep, and Devin made sure to slip his tongue in that time. As soon as their tongues mingled, Sam let out a deep hum of delight- he no longer fought to escape. After sleeping with so many girls, Devin had never heard that sound be so baritone that it sent shivers up his spine- good, pleasureful shivers.
Did he like guys all along?
Sam said he took testosterone to make his voice deep. Devin figured it was working. Because when Devin moved to Sam's jaw, and Sam let out a quiet moan, Devin thought it was from an angel, the voice was so heavenly. He kissed Sam's neck like he worshipped it.
Don't get him wrong, Devin was always a sucker for sex and pleasure. But Sam was something refreshing- something new. Something delicious. By, the time Devin placed the last kiss on Sam's neck, he looked at Sam- whose expression was starstruck. Devin then whispered, "You're going to regret making me like you."
Sam looked back at him with mischievous eyes.
"I don't think I will."
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Finding Yourself: Book Two
Romance(Sequel to Finding Yourself) Devin Carter grew up in a foster home. He wasn't used to love or affection. Now? Now, he's adopted by a family who actually cares about him. Along with figuring out how to live life with a foreign family and his horribl...
