During And After Prom

Drying

Grizz fetched a fluffy towel from the rack and stood close behind Sam to drape it over the smaller boy's shoulders. Rubbing gently, Grizz dried off Sam's back for him then stroked the towel down Sam's narrow tightly muscled arms.

Grizz gazed at Sam's pale skin, the freckles creating a rosy glow over the frame of Sam's whole body. Beautiful.

Grizz swallowed nervously, unable to resist, he leaned down to settle his lips against the silky point of Sam's shoulder, dropping the forgotten towel at their feet. Nibbling gently along the back of Sam's firm shoulder muscle until he tipped his head to string little kisses up Sam's neck towards his ear.

Grizz slipped his tongue along the edge of Sam's ear. Sam tasted so good. Grizz wanted Sam so badly. How could he pull himself away? How could Grizz fit anything else into his mind? How could he hide his feelings from everyone else? Sam amazed him, drew him in, intoxicated him, filled his head to overflowing. Grizz closed his eyes and inhaled Sam's scent. Lips reluctantly withdrawn, Grizz looked down at Sam's auburn head and back, biting his bottom lip again. He stood stock still for a short moment.

Grizz's strong hands clenched and flexed by his sides, they had urges of their own. Reaching up with fingers outstretched, feeling the pliant flesh of Sam's square shoulders and arms, Grizz used both palms and trailed a soft massaging motion up Sam's shoulders and neck.

Sam groaned. He felt a shiver slide down his spine to his hip area. Turning around to face him, Sam pulled Grizz against him, slipping his hands round Grizz's tight waist, holding his hips close to Grizz's. On tip toes, Sam planted a quick, warm kiss on Grizz's mouth, too aware of their lower regions brushing against each other.

Smiling widely, Grizz teased, 'You liked that then?' He stroked his fingers up and down Sam's back.

'Seriously, Grizz??' Sam shook his head, smiling back at him, shivering at the touch of those fingertips... He squeezed Grizz's buttocks, enjoying the shocked look it produced. Grizz closed his eyes and chuckled nervously. Biting his bottom lip Grizz frowned and looked down, trying not to get aroused.

'What Grizz? What's the matter?' Sam probed, cocking his head to one side, eyebrows furrowed but still smiling quizzically into Grizz's chocolate gaze. What a stunning face. Sam loved looking at him.

'Uh...I...I don't know how to say it. I...I like you Sam. I have for a long time. I never expected this to happen. I...it's my first time....I...' Grizz faltered. Unsure of what else to say, his thoughts raced in his mind, Sam was his crush for so long. He didn't imagine he would ever get this close to him or anyone from West Ham for that matter.

'Grizz, I have had my eye on you for a while. This night has been a dream come true.' Sam blinked and gazed into Grizz's brown eyes. Grizz gasped, stunned and delighted by Sam's admission, his eyebrows shot up in surprise. He felt a blush flood into his cheeks.

Hand resting on Grizz's chest, Sam tip toed up for another softer kiss. Grizz quickly caught Sam's bottom lip between his and gently sucked on it.

With one hand cupping Sam's jaw, Grizz threaded his fingers on his other hand through Sam's hair, keeping his face close as he tilted his head sideways and leaned down to Sam, bending his knees to lower himself and get even closer to the small red head.

Sam sighed into Grizz's mouth and started kissing Grizz back, darting his tongue in to stroke Grizz's. Grizz responded shyly at first. Opening his mouth wider, hands firmly gripping Sam's face, Grizz began to boldly venture in. Sam clutched Grizz's wet hair, yanking gently, reaching around Grizz's thick neck, toying with the shorted neck hairs. He felt Grizz tremble.

Pulling back, Sam looked up at Grizz. Hands on the jocks wide biceps, Sam purred, 'You are such a good kisser. I could do this all night. I am getting cold though. Should we dry off properly now? Look, you have goosebumps!' Sam rushed, not waiting for permission, to pick up the towel at their feet and threw it up onto Grizz broad shoulders.

Rubbing vigorously, Sam managed to dry Grizz's upper body for him in quick time. Grizz smiled softly, dimples creasing his cheeks, as he allowed Sam to take care of him. He took in Sam's determined expression, his intense blue eyes, his determined pout on his pink lips.

Sam secretly enjoyed the hard push of his hands in the towel while he stroked away the water droplets on Grizz's six pack. He marvelled at the whiteness of Grizz's skin. The boy had obviously kept covered up this summer! No tan at all. Strange that a footballer could be so pale. Only Grizz's face, neck and forearms hinted at the Sun's kiss. With a body like that, Sam was confused about why Grizz hid it. Maybe that's another reason Sam loved Grizz, his modesty, how humble he was.

Grizz caught the towel from Sam before it could go lower and make him crazy. He wrapped it around his waist and ran to grab a new towel from the heap.

Returning close to Sam's side, Grizz whispered, 'My turn now...' he proceeded to wipe the water off Sam's hard chest, tight abs and sides...Grizz looked lower down and said shyly, 'I can carry on if you like...' Sam looked into Grizz's eyes and nodded silently, holding his breath.

Grizz inhaled quickly. This was getting hot again. Trying his best to be neutral, Grizz crouched low and wiped Sam's buttocks and thighs, then his lower legs. Grizz glanced at Sam's shaft and bit his lip shyly, deciding it was best to avoid drying it, tempting as it was.

He stood up quickly, embarrassed that Sam would think he was obsessed with sex or something, Grizz wanted to respect Sam's need to get warm and dry now. It felt excruciating to hold himself in check after what they had done so recently. Grizz felt consumed with desire. He was getting dizzy again. He needed to wait. He wanted to get a handle on what he had just experienced. It was blowing his mind. It was all so new. Myriads of experiences he barely allowed himself to imagine.

Sam internally shook his head...why did Grizz stop??! He looks so vulnerable right now.

Sam extracted the towel dangling from Grizz's fingers and wrapped it around his own waist. He reached and grabbed Grizz's hands and entwined their fingers. Sam looked up at Grizz and said, 'Thank you for drying me, I feel much warmer now. Do you want to go home now?' The shower room wasn't inviting, the cold white tiles, the hard wooden benches. They weren't going to be able to sit and talk here comfortably.

Quickly, the boys got themselves dressed and tried to subtly rush back over to each other, trying not to look desperate and too eager.

Grizz caught Sam's hand and pulled him gently to the door. 'Sam, I just want to say I hope we can carry on getting to know each other. Like I said, I like you, have done for a long time. I want to know so much about you. I...but I don't feel ready to come out yet. I don't know how I can now we are stuck here in West Ham. I...' Grizz trailed off, too many overlapping thoughts fighting to be spoken. He didn't think his mouth would be slow enough to be clear for Sam. He didn't think he felt clear himself.

How he wished he could walk out in public, holding Sam's hand, or leaning an arm across his shoulders, not caring what people thought. Was he able to do that? Grizz didn't know yet.

The strong feelings he had for Sam had changed something inside him. He did feel bolder, less interested in impressing anyone else. Sam was his main priority now. But how much that would change for his behaviour outside of this room, Grizz was apprehensive to find out.