Sammy Lawrence Lemons/Smut

Don't yell.

Wally wasn't in a good mood today, he normally was but not today. Wally moved toward Sammy's office, prepared to be yelled at by the small composer, for again, losing his keys. Wally pounded his fist hard on Sammy's door a few times. Sammy shuffled and opened the door to see Wally. "Yes?" Sammy asked. "I lost my fucking keys," Wally complained. Sammy sighed annoyed, opening his mouth to say something. "Don't you fucking yell at me." Wally said in a threatening tone. "Then don't fucking lose your keys every ten minutes!" Sammy spat back. "Then don't be such a fucking dick 24/7!" Wally yelled. "Then don't be a fucking oaf who can't do his fucking job!" Sammy yelled. "Then be a fucking useful perso-" Wally paused. Sammy looked back tears on the verge of falling, but he wiped them away. "Then come talk to me when you're in a better mood." Sammy said bitterly. Sammy went to close his door, but Wally put his foot in the way, "Move your damn foot." Sammy said. Sammy was growing impatient. "NOW WALLY!" Sammy yelled flinching toward Wally, Wally stumbled back as Sammy slammed his door shut. Wally opened Sammy's door. "Stop," Wally continued, "We both know I didn't mean it." Sammy looked up at Wally before hugging him tightly. "I- I know. I'm sorry." Sammy whispered. Wally flinched, did Sammy just- apologize? Wally hugged Sammy back, eventually after Sammy's shift was over, when the studio was almost empty, Wally pushed Sammy into his closet, kissing Sammy sloppily. Sammy let his eyes close, allowing Wally to swirl his tongue around his mouth. Wally shut the door locking it from the inside. Wally pulled away, sliding down to Sammy's pants, Sammy leaned back a little. Wally unbuttoned- and unzipped -Sammy's jeans. Wally opened them taking Sammy's cock out. Wally stroked Sammy's cock, gently licking the tip. Sammy shuttered a small moan, gripping the shelf behind him. "Let all those pretty noises out." Wally whispered. Wally took Sammy into his mouth bobbing his head and holding Sammy's hips. Sammy moved a little as he felt not only Wally giving him a blow job, but he also felt Wally's stubble and messy hair against him and his lower abdomen too. Sammy moaned bucking his hips a bit in pleasure. Sammy moved one of his hands, biting down on the side of his index finger, moaning. Wally pulled off of Sammy's shaft and looked up. "Move your hand, now." Wally's voice sounded full of authority, he was demanding Sammy to move his hand. Sammy felt like he was going crazy, he smiled, moving his hand, and biting his bottom lip. "You should demand me more." Sammy said seductively. Wally smirked, "Okay," Wally said. "Is it authority all that you need to shoot your cum down my throat?" Wally asked. Sammy paused, all he could think was, 'Wally being bold is so fucking sexy.' Sammy smiled lustfully. "No, but it can get you a free ticket to shooting YOUR cum down MY throat." Sammy responded. Wally looked up and smirked again. "Or up your ass?" Wally asked. Sammy blushed. "Oh yeah, Wally, fuck me." Sammy whispered. Wally sat Sammy down on the floor stripping them both. Wally pulled Sammy up into his lap kissing him softly. Wally laid Sammy down and began rubbing up against Sammy's hole, before kissing him softly. Sammy put a hand in Wally's hair, he then felt Wally begin to push into him. Sammy moaned into the soft kiss. Wally gave Sammy time to adjust, before Sammy muttered something incoherently. "What?" Wally whispered. "I- I might-a just been to confident about this whole thing.. I- I've never done this before." Sammy shuttered. Wally smiled softly. "Well, are you ready?" Wally asked. Sammy nodded. "Then just brace yourself, I'll give you time to adjust." Wally said. Wally slowly thrust in and out of Sammy, Sammy moaned a little holding Wally's biceps. Wally looked into Sammy's eyes, thrusting a little faster and reading his expression. Sammy laid almost completely still, flinching a bit when things hurt. "Oh god~" Sammy muttered, Wally smiled and held Sammy's hips tighter. "Right fucking there!" Sammy gasped loudly. Wally smirked a bit hitting that spot softly to not hurt Sammy, but also to tease Sammy. Sammy moaned in anticipation. "P-please Wally." Sammy moaned. Wally went a little harder and Sammy was satisfied enough. Eventually Wally came, and Sammy's overstimulation was enough to make him cum too. Sammy writhed in orgasm, holding his mouth to not be too loud. Wally pulled out and immediately started cleaning the closet as they got dressed. They walked out and Sammy was leaning on Wally the entire way back to his office. "I love you Wally!" Sammy whispered quietly. Sammy kissed Wally on the cheek walking back to his office, stumbling a bit. Wally smiled. "I love you too," Wally sighed. Now that the studio had been corrupted, all Sammy could remember were some of his dearest friends, and Wally. Sammy felt infinitely guilty about how he had treated Wally, he had always treated Wally like crap for the slightest hiccups and in fact, Sammy honestly was acting- dare he say it- a bit TOO much like Joey back then. Sammy still argued his way, except now he was a bit more organized about it. Sammy always said if he didn't get set free, he'd die but in reality, death only brings him more pain and then he comes back anyways. Sammy didn't like any of this really, not being able to die or anything, but, Sammy pushed through everything. However today was different, Sammy's stuff was being moved, the music department was oddly clean, and at one point Sammy heard shuffling in Wally's closet. Sammy was sort of weirded out by all this. Who was here? Why were they in the music department of all places? Then Sammy turned the corner after he heard more shuffling and gasped shocked. There stood Wally, a ghost-like figure, but still, Wally. Wally turned to look at Sammy, "Hi." Wally said, "Who are you?" Wally asked, his thick New Yorker accent rolling off his tongue. "W-wally? It's- it's me! Sammy!" Sammy stuttered out. Wally looked at him skeptically, "Mhm yeah sure, keep dreamin' Sammy's dead." Wally said turning away, then his eyes widened at Sammy's last words, "Really? You took my virginity in your closet, AFTER you called me useless." Wally looked at Sammy. "Sammy is that really you!?" Wally asked. Sammy nodded, "Who the fuck else would it-" Wally tackled Sammy to the floor in a tight hug. "I- I missed you!" Wally said.