Sammy Lawrence Lemons/Smut

Your personal alarm clock

3rd person start

Sammy sat quietly, his thoughts ticking in his head like a time bomb ready to go off. Henry was mad at him. What had he done? He doesn't remember he was drunk. Henry walked into the room with his normal expression when he was angry. 

"Hey, it's past ten," Henry whispered. Even with Henry being upset with him, he couldn't stand being alone, he needed cuddles to fall asleep.

Sammy pov

"I promise, I'll be there in a minute," I said. Henry sighed angrily.

"I'm so dearly sorry for wasting your time," Henry said. "But I meant now Sammy," Henry sort of demanded. "You know I can't sleep without you anymore," Henry whispered, I don't think he meant for me to hear that. I walked up and pressed myself up against his chest, pecking his cheek. 

"So demanding," I whispered. "I said I'll be there-" Henry grabbed me mid-sentence and brought me to our room. He slipped his shoes off and mine and I slipped my socks off and he followed, slipping his socks and shirt off. I got up to leave but Henry picked me up in his arms, I could hear his breathing in his chest. Henry laid me down and then crawled in next to me, wrapping a protective arm around me. I set my head on his chest listening to his breathing and his heartbeat. Henry's breathing was calm and deep. "Why are you so mad at me?" I asked.

"Sammy you know why," Henry answered.

"No, I don't!" I whispered.

"You got drunk again," Henry started. "You got drunk and drove home," Henry paused again before continuing, "Do you know how much danger you put yourself in?" Henry asked, I heard his breath hitch when he said this.

"I'm sorry Henry," I whispered, I felt him squeeze me a bit tighter rolling onto his side, laying his head in my hair, and gently running his hand up and down my back, his other hand messing with my hair. I had my head against his chest, nuzzling my face up and into his collarbone. Henry chuckled, finally I was getting somewhere. "You comfortable honey?" He asked.

"Yeah," I whispered, "I love you, Henry."

"I love you too, Sammy," Henry whispered, I began to drift off. Letting my eyes close, feeling the nice warmth coming off of Henry, as I cuddled closer.

In the morning I woke up next to Henry, in the same position I fell asleep in. Fighting the urge to go back to sleep, I decided to wake Henry up in a special way. I disabled the alarm clock and went down a little Henry rolled over onto his back, perfect. I pulled his shorts down a bit, and moved the blanket, I took his cock into one of my hands and began stroking the tip and kissing the side. Henry stirred awake and look down at me, moving his hands to be in my hair. Good god, I hope he's not still too mad... what the hell am I gonna do if he's mad?

"Sammy!" Henry gasped as I took his shaft into my mouth, to be honest, the need to give a blow job was a bunch of pent-up lust from him being mad at me all week, besides the cuddles, and to talk a bit he didn't even look in my direction.

I popped off his shaft. "Henry, what's wrong, do you not like waking up this way?" I teased. 

"Oh god no, don't stop," Henry whispered.

I took his shaft back into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it, making sure to get as far down as possible. I smiled softly looking up with my eyes, his expression was beautiful. His hands were gripping tight to my hair, it really fucking hurt, but I didn't say anything.

"Good god," Henry moaned a bit, he had his head thrown back onto the back of the bed as I bobbed my head up and down still not able to take his full length. 

"Mmm~ah~" I moaned pulling off him, "Do you like that?" I teased. Henry was probably so tired of my shit.

"Sammy I swear if you stop one more time before I climax, I swear I'm going to make you regret it," Henry threatened.