Overtime- BATIM (NORMAN X SAMMY)

Chapter 7

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  Holy shit..!
Norman flinches as Sammy puts his head in the crook of his neck, holding back a whimper. All he wanted to do was kiss the musician in front of him, but he knows he didn't have the guts for it. Not now.
  Suddenly, Sammy is placing a hand on Norman's thigh, drawing circles in his jeans with his index finger. The whimper starts to escape before he catches it, holding his breath.
  "S-Sammy..?" Norman begins, barely holding his composure. He needs to remain professional- if Sammy is doing this as a joke, this was a pretty cruel joke. He needed the other so badly, his head starts to spin. "Wh-what...?"
  "Oh, this?~" Sammy grins, inching his hand up further. With that, Norman's composure really starts to slip. He lets out a quiet whine, tilting his head back slightly.
  "Samuel..!" he whines, breathing heavy and heart racing. His pants seemed to tighten, and he grabbed onto his sweater as if for dear life. "W-what are you doin'?"
  "I'm just messing with you. I'll stop, if you tell me you don't like me teasing you like this~" Sammy playfully chuckles, visibly getting ready to back down. The silence is too loud, filling the stagnant air. Norman swallows, keeping his eyes averted from Sammy, his face bright red. Wow. Did it suddenly get really hot in here??
  "With the way you're acting, it seems like you want me to do this..." Sammy comments, cocking an eyebrow in suspicion. He freezes and his expression changes from a playful smirk to a flustered, wide-eyed expression. "You.. You really do want this, huh?"
  Norman nods profusely. He couldn't even begin to describe how badly he wanted this. All words were lost long ago, caught behind the overwhelming blush forming on his face. What was Sammy Planning to do in the first place? Now, Norman was more worked up than he began with. So much for just trying to forget about it.
  Sammy looks around, scanning the area for other people. He seems to study their surroundings, then locks eyes on a storage closet. Norman, too flustered to think, grabs Sammy's suspender strap and pulls him into the closet.
  "W-wait-" Sammy sputters, almost at a mumble, trying to analyze the situation as he was pulled into the dark closet. The door shuts behind them, trapping them in the dark room, leaving only an echo in the empty hallway.

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