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sigma male love

Beckett pov:

Sam walked over to my desk and leaned on the edge staring down at the papers that littered the desk I sat at. I tried my best to avoid eye contact as he studied my work. "You solved it wrong, you need to carry x over," he said pointing to the equation I had just solved. I looked down trying to understand what he was saying, but the numbers I had written were swimming around the page. My mind filled with mush with him this close to me. I blinked a few times shoving those thoughts away. "I just don't get it," I ushered out quietly. "Tch, let me show you then." As he explained the problem, I began to pick it up. "Now you try," he ordered. I finished solving my problem and looked up confidently smiling at Sam for a response. He slammed his fist down onto the desk making a loud bang. "Fucking wrong again."

Sam pov:

I grabbed his face purely out of anger and looked into his eyes. I felt a flush creep down to my neck all the way to the tips of my ears, as we held eye contact. I wanted to kiss that smug look off of his face. As we slowly began to close the distance I felt his warm breath brush my lips and our noses bump together, I snapped back into focus. "FOR FUCKS SAKE BECKETT!" I angrily let go of his jaw, shoving his face away, completely confused at my actions. I'm not a homo? AM I!!

Beckett pov:

I watched Sam stride back to his desk, my face was hot and my heart was racing. What the fuck had just happened? God I wished it had gone further. As Sam sat down, he turned to look at me again, scoffing and mumbling "God, if you're that terrible at math, I'll just have to tutor you." Looking at his phone, he swung his backpack over his shoulder and started to walk out, only to drop a small piece of paper on my desk and mutter "We can figure out some time that works or whatever."

Sam pov:

I needed to figure this out. I handed him the note and tried not to stutter as I walked out. I strode down the halls as fast as I could. My heart was pounding as I waited for a text. "Want to meet up tomorrow around 6 ish?" He texted and my heart felt like it was going to explode. "Sure" FUCKING GOD WHAT IS THIS FEELING?

Sam pov (5 weeks later):

We met up for the next several weeks and slowly became sort of friends. Before I knew it was time for the school trip to Acadia National Park. Our class squished together onto the small bus. To my suprise Beckett came and sat next to me. "Purser, didn't think you liked me, thought my sexiness was too much for you" I teased. Before he could respond a girl walked up to the man himself.

Beckett:

Sam teased at me, but it was short lived, as a tall, blonde-haired girl approached me. "Hiii Beckett," her voice rang out. "H-hey Brinlie," I looked up at her. "I wish it was you and I sharing a room this trip, but y'know we don't get to pick our rooms," she winked and walked away. "You two dating?" Sam looked at me questioningly. "Oh- uhhh we're talking I guess." Sam nodded then looked back at his phone. A few moments passed in a heavy silence. Finally we reached our location and got our bags from the bus. The teacher told each of us to head to our room. I opened the door and saw Sam on his phone laying on the bottom bunk. I grabbed my phone from my pocket and texted Brinlie to meet up to...clear some things up.

Sam pov:

I watched as Purser put his bags down without a word and hurried to the bathroom almost seeming to ignore my existence. I peeked around the corner only to see the door was locked. I sighed and turned off the lights to get him out of my head. He walked out smiling and looking at his phone. I couldn't control my jealousy.

Beckett pov:

As I left the bathroom, my gaze was on my phone. I was taken by surprise when Sam roughly slammed me against the wall. "Why the FUCK do you keep ignoring me?! I can't tell what you want anymore Purser! Goddammit!" I felt my face growing hot at our proximity. I couldn't fight it anymore. My lips crashed against Sam's and I could feel him hesitate in the kiss. He pulled away and looked at me confused, before pulling me in and kissing me roughly. Our lips moved together and fell in harmony. I felt his tongue graze against my lips, to which I parted them slightly. Our tongues fought for dominance, but I eventually gave up to Sam. He grabbed my throat as my hands twisted through his dark hair. Our bodies grew closer and we made our way to the bed where Sam pinned me down. I let a groan out into his mouth as he placed his knee between my legs and climbed on top of me. We broke the kiss panting, gasping for air, only to meet just as passionately as before.

Sam pov:

Purser groaned underneath me and I kissed him hungrily. He grabbed my hair with one hand and held onto my waist with another, pulling me closer. I let out a deep moan when suddenly the door swung open and we were exposed in a bright light. "BECKETT?! I KNEW YOU WERE GAY!" It was the girl from earlier. Her face was red and she had what looked like a forced smile. "HOLY FUCK" I yelled falling off the bed and hitting my head on the floor. "H-hey brinlie I t-thought um.." He said almost whispering "No, sorry I actually Um you know like women. Like vagin- anyways I'll let you guys get back to doing whatever the hell that was" Brinlie looked tense and quickly left. Purser got up awkwardly, shifting his gaze downward and quietly saying, "I should leave." As Purser left the room I sat there in silence. What had come over me? I knew I wanted him but I wasn't sure if he felt the same way.