The End of Days

[25]

"Liam! Get your ass over here!" He began to jog at the sound of the guys from the team, heading for lunch. He slowed at the rough figure sitting on one of the tables, spread out obnoxiously as teachers shouted at him to get down.

"Sam? Sam, what are you..?" He pulled from the group, bounding down to the redneck. The man scratched at his arm with a grin, nodding a bit. "Sup black."

Liam shook his head, "Your not supposed to be here." He was smiling anyway, grabbing at Sam's sides and pulling him forward on the end of the table so they pressed together.

"Miss me?" Liam nodded softly, mouth resting against the man's collar bone. Sam chuckled deeply, feeling at the faded hair as he kissed his way up to the man's lips.

"Faggots, get a room."

Liam held out a middle finger, tongue shoving arrogantly down Sam's throat who laughed. He followed along, smacking at Liam's ass lightly as he eyed the kids.

"Y'all should take a picture if ya so concerned. We don't mind." He shook his head at Sam's declaration, hardly holding back his laugh.

Liam watched as he talked shit, feeling absently at the strands of brown hair falling from his bun. He brushed it back with his thumb, feeling down the stubble of his sharp jaw.

"What, black?" Sam caught him staring. He shrugged after a moment, "Nothing. I just..I thought you were gone."

"Heh, nah man." He wrapped a firm hand around Liam's neck, pulling him close. "Nah, I'm right here. I'm fine." His eyes clenched shut and Sam kissed him again. He grabbed at the man, appreciating the feeling of having him close.

"I'm right where you left me."

Liam pulled back, hands sliding from the man's thighs. His face gave nothing away, grinning that cool grin and kissing him again. Liam followed the motions after a several moments, tears pricking his eyes.

***

It was breakfast now, Mac and him were packing up for their trip as Abby did some maintenance on some of the weapons. The kids were busy with their breakfast, signing to Liam briefly whenever they felt like talking.

He drifted from his task, brain returning to his dreams. The blood and gore was awful, reliving the deaths was awful. But hearing Sam, feeling him. Acknowledging having left them behind whether it could be helped or not, it ate at him. Liam thought about that handsome face and that sweet smirk of his. What he'd give just to see it one more time.

"Freddy, how's your food!" Abby smiled wide, screeching loud enough that the walkers outside could probably hear her. The kid shuffled in from down the hall, picking at the ends of the button up that swung loose on his shoulders.

"Hey, Fred." Liam nodded after the boys eyes had settled his way. A hand was presented to him, he thought briefly but bumped the weak fist. He sat with Paige a moment later, making brief signs that Liam wouldn't understand.

He was suprised to find the stuffed toy still held tight in his arms. Liam smiled a bit but it dropped as it was taken from him. "Oh no, honey not at the table. It'll get dirty. Where did you find this, anyway?"

"No. NO! ITS NOT YOURS!" He burst out immediantly, shooting from his seat.

Abby withdrew at the reaction, shocked by the behavior. Liam's foot bounced, wanting to step in but Fred just barely reached it on his tippy toes before taking several steps back from the table and away from the thief.