After - The Society Fanfic.

14.

One by one people left. Gordie and Kelly left first, an early start meant they had already stayed up too late. Kelly had to check up on some people around town whilst fulfilling schedules Lexie was still enforcing. Gordie had his usual researching to do. Mickey and Bean were forced to carry a drunk Gwen back to Grizz's after she threw up in Becca's bathroom. The next thing Grizz knew, he is the last one there. He'd nipped to the loo as Bean, Mickey and Gwen had left so didn't notice. As he walks back through, he passes Becca heading up the stairs. "I think I'm going to head Becca, it was honestly a lovely evening, I'm sorry for ruining it for a second-" She cuts him off laughing.

"Grizz you didn't ruin anything, bloody Campbell did." She frowns concerned for a second, noticing Grizz's slight sway. "You can sleep on the sofa tonight if you want? I don't know if you should walk back by yourself." He wafts the air, causing Becca to giggle slightly.

"Nonsense. I'm fine." And he Grins at her, spreading his arms out as if to show her how fine he is. She rolls her eyes, hops down the steps and hugs him. He hugs her back.

"Thank you for sticking up for Sam earlier. I know he'd have appreciated it." Grizz stomach tightens. He'd stick up for anyone but yeah, Sam felt different.

"No problem" he murmurs into her hair. She grins up at him and dances up the stairs, avoiding creaking floorboards.

Grizz clumsily walks through to the living room where Sam sits, reading something on his phone. He glances up and immediately puts it away, focusing all his attention on Grizz. He awkwardly moves his hands, not sure where to put them. He pats his body a bit. Sam stares at him bemused. "Eh. I'm gonna head." He points to the door, his slightly (maybe a bit more than slightly) intoxicated self makes him over pronounce his words. Sam rolls his eyes. He holds out a beer.

"One more drink?" Grizz hesitates. He should go. He takes the beer. They open it and clink it together. Grizz collapses next to Sam, a bit closer than he intended. They shift so they're staring at each other. "You didn't have to stick up for me you know. I could have handled Campbell. I've been handling him my whole life." Sam stares straight at Grizz and he can't help but feel like he's being told off. He frowns, holding up his beer.

"I'm not going to apologise. I know you can handle yourself, doesn't mean you have too. I'd do it again. In fact, I'd do more. I'd punch him." He takes a swig out of his beer. He should go.

"You don't need-" Sam doesn't get to finish his sentence. Grizz cuts him off, his eyes are bold and serious. Sam's breath catches.

"I want too." Grizz desperately wants Sam to understand that no matter what, no matter when he is there for him. He's not sure whether it's the alcohol causing him to be bolder or it's just himself, but he wants Sam to understand. Sam nods and they fall into silence. He should go.

Sam moves his arm, so it rests on the back of the sofa. Grizz mimics him. Their hands are close enough that if Grizz were to straighten his wrist, he'd be touching Sam's. He stares at the hands, they're so close. He should go. Sam touches Grizz's fingers, playing with them. Grizz stares at it. He should go. He takes it a step further and entwines his hand in Sam's. They lock eyes. He should go. Neither of them is speaking. Grizz is barely breathing. His heart is racing. Sam rubs his thumb across the back of Grizz's hand, gentle circular movements. It's electrifying. He should go. Sam squeezes his hand as Grizz places his bottle on the table. He should go. Grizz signs something that Sam once taught him. He should go. Sam lets go of his hand and for a moment his heart comes crashing down, his gut twists and embarrassment floods through him. He should go. He's being stupid. He should go. But then Sam's lips are on his and those feelings are swept away. His heart has stopped now, killing him, he's already in heaven, feeling Sam's lips on his was all he needed. Sam moves slightly closer; Grizz opens his mouth, accepting the kiss. He should go. Grizz pulls Sam close, moving his body so he sit's on top of him, allowing Grizz to hold him as they kiss. He can feel Sam's heartbeat against him, going just as fast, slamming against his chest. He should go. Then something inside them snaps. The kiss becomes hungrier, greedier, he's pulling Sam as close as possible, but it doesn't feel close enough. Grizz is fumbling at Sam's top, desperately trying to work the buttons but it's not coming off. He's tempted to just rip it off, he just wants to be close to Sam. He should go. The shirts are on the floor and he's kissing Sam's body as well are his lips, drinking in Sam as much as possible. He should go. He can feel it pressing against his jeans, they're removing the belts and buttons, everything. He should go. As they undress, they're kissing each other, emptiness filling the milliseconds they're apart. He should go. Each kiss a moment of pure pleasure coursing through his blood. He should go. They're naked now, clothes flung across the place. He should go. Sam slows, working his way down Grizz's body savouring every moment. Not leaving a single inch untouched. Grizz grips Sam's hair as his mouth reaches his dick, moaning slightly, already unable to hold back the pleasure. He should go. He should go. He should go. He should go. He should go.

"What. The. Fuck."

Grizz freezes.