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Liam is always pushing and pressing, a flurry of hands and lips against Sam's flushed skin. This time is no different as they stumble down the stairs to Sam's "office" which is just essentially the entire basement of Sam's California mansion. Liam is even more frantic, not letting Sam pull away for one moment as they trip downwards to the low-lit basement. Liam doesn't break when they hit solid ground, just backs Sam up until they hit the wall. Liam's grinding against him, readily.

"Couch," Liam begs. "C'mon." He tears his lips away from Sam and grabs his hand, leading him to where they had done this a million times before. But this time, Liam freezes. Sam bumps into him as he realizes why Liam has become a statute in his basement: the screen. Liam turns away from his own concerned face with a look mirroring it. "Why are you watching this?"

"Call me a glutton for punishment," Sam shrugs. He leans in to distract Liam, but the fucker dodges it, knowing that move a thousand different ways.

"Sam," Liam narrows his eyes as the rest of them tumble into the room.

"What's going on?" Marisha asks, speech thick with the scent of Matt on her tongue.

"Wanted to see it for myself," Sam waves it off, coming around Liam to find the remote he had deposited next to the empty bottle of wine. "It's different when you watch it back."

"Jesus Sam," Ashley exhales, coming up next to Liam. "I thought you knew better than that." Sam shrugs it off. Every eye is on him now and it makes him squirm. Marisha and Taliesin are staring at each other again and before Sam can tell them to knock it off, they're moving toward him. Tal shoves him back towards the thick, chaise portion of U-shaped couch, more violently than Sam was expecting. He flails as he tumbles into the corner.

"You're a fucking idiot," he's hissing as Marisha climbs up next to him without a word.

"Tell me something I don't know," he trails off in a delighted sigh as Marisha's hands start undoing the buttons on his shirt with her tiny hands. They're wearing matching nail wraps Sam thinks in his head as Taliesin glares down at him.

"I mean, really Sam," Taliesin continues, beginning to close the gap between them. "We've sat at the same table for almost two fucking years now and you think that we'd love you any less because you chose to go a different way?"

"You were mad," Sam gasps out as Marisha's lips trail over the marks that Laura had left. "I saw it. You yelled."

"Of course I yelled, you moron," he says in an almost Percy tone as he rolls his eyes. He drops to his knees and slides his hands over Sam's tensed thigh muscles. "I was acting."

"You're a very convincing actor."

"Shut up Sam," Marisha lunges at him, knocking him further into the corner as she kisses him. Sam was expecting it and was ready for this kiss. His hands bury themselves into the fiery red hair and opens his mouth to her. Marisha's hands pry the shirt off of his torso and in the back of his head, he can feel Taliesin mouthing his way across the hard line of his cock.

"You missed what he was doing to Laura," Taliesin says, voice a low rumble.

"Oh, I heard," Marisha laughs in between kisses.

"You should have seen it," he teases, fingers running along the button at the top of his jeans. "He had her gagging for it. Thought Travis was going to fuck him right through it." Sam moans, tightening his grip on Marisha's hair as the zipper of his pants clicks out of place.