Peter
Watching as the male disappeared into his room as I found Sam's eyes as he watched me as if curious to the look in my eyes, sitting down beside the little girl on the couch as we watched Harry Potter with Sam on the other side of me as it was more of a L shaped couch. He moved closer and I knew he was gonna asked me about Luke just by the look on his face and his overall posture as I made mental lies if he asked why I was with him.
"Is he alright?..." he whispered.
"Doubt it..." I muttered.
There was a long silence before he asked silently
"You like him don't you?"
The question stunned me as I stared at the tv and he grinned, knowing just from my face what the answer was, "go talk to him... I doubt he wants to be alone, he's not one to ask for company when he needs it.... well he doesn't ask for much..."
Standing as I headed towards his room, knocking softly and when I got no reply I opened it as he was under his blankets but I knew he was awake since he sniffled softly, sitting down onto the edge of his bed as he tensed. The room was quiet nice as his bed was in the right corner with a desk on the left wall, a bunch of stuff cluttered it with it being in front of the windows as there was a pile of dirty washing in his hamper which was beside the desk as I assume the male struggled to get simple things like that done.
"What you want?..." he croaked.
"Didn't think you'd wanna be alone is all..." I muttered, "do you wanna talk?..."
He stayed quiet as I sighed softly, "do you want a hug?"
He didn't move but surprisingly removed the blanket from his head before lifting it as I kicked my shoes off before crawling under as I wrapped my arms around him as he curled into my chest as I rubbed his back. He reached his hand up behind me and pulled my hair out of its bun and I melted when he started to comb his hand through it.
"You hairs nice..." he whispered.
"Woah is that sarcastic?" I grinned and he yanked it softly as I groaned and he gave me a annoyed look.
"Do you seriously like having your hair pulled?" He questioned.
"Well not ripped but.. yeah tugging it is nice..." I shrugged, "plus your a bottom... the dude who owns a gun, plays football and rides a motorcycle prefers to ride my dick instead-"
"Shut the fuck up" he huffed as he kicked me though due to the fact that I was at the edge I fell off the bed making him laugh softly as I climbed back into bed as I flopped onto him making him groan annoyed as I got comfortable on his chest with my leg over his waist while against his side.
"Guys I made muffins..." Sam said as he came in but trailed off as we stared at him as he stepped back out of the room and silently shut the door.
"You reckon he's surprised?" I asked.
"Yeah... he probably thinks that we're dating" he shrugged as I traced the patterns on his shirt while I slowly became tired.
"Tired..." I mumbled.
"Well you usually go to bed after sex right? And we didn't so I'm not surprised..." he hummed as he combed the hair out of my face.
