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Sam comes home to find Will cooking dinner. The house smells like tomato. And he thinks he sees something boiling in a pot to Will’s right. Pasta maybe.
Will turns around. “Hey,”
“Hey,” Sam puts down his bag. Locking the door behind him.
Sam walks over into the kitchen. He puts his head in the crook of Will’s shoulder, wrapping his arms around his abdomen.
They stay like that for a little. Will doesn’t say anything. He just mixes the sauce.
They eat on the couch like uncivilized people. But it’s right in front of the tv and they can do what they want.They watch the news for a little bit before it gets changed to another channel.
Sam washes dishes as Will goes upstairs to shower.Eventually, Sam follows suit. Turning off all of the lights and making sure the back door is locked before heading upstairs.
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Once Sam’s done showering, he comes out only in a towel. Hair damp. Bare chest. His towel is slowly slipping down his hips to boot.
Will has seen (and felt) his body over a hundred times by now. But he still looks up. Watching as Sam sits at the edge of the bed.
Will has a book open in his hands. He shuts it, and places it on the nightstand next to him. “Did you forget to do laundry today?”
“What? You can’t control yourself?” Sam looks back at him. Droplets of water still on his shoulders.
Will shakes his head. “I cannot,”“And here I thought maybe you were getting tired of me.”“Really?” Will says dryly. Although there’s a hint of sincerity in the question. Like he wonders if Sam means it.Instead there’s a glint in Sam’s eye.“Come here,” Will says.Sam moves closer, letting the towel fall off the bed. The cool air hits his bare ass.
“God, you’re all wet-“
“Do you want me to have sex with you or not?”“You could have dried off more… I thought you weren’t supposed to be a SEAL anymore.”
“You’re funny…” Sam glances down at his lips before kissing him.
“I’m known for my sense of humor.”
“You aren’t.”
Despite Will’s earlier protests, he lets Sam climb over him. Still moist from the water.
He feels Sam’s bare cock rub against his boxers.
Sam must have noticed the friction too, since he moves to grind against Will a little. Kissing him with his tongue teasing at Will’s lips.
He runs his fingers through Sam’s damp hair. Tempted to tug at the dark strands at the top.
“I missed you,” Sam mutters into Will’s mouth. His fingers are warm against Will’s stomach under his t-shirt.
Sam begins working on Will’s neck. Kissing along his jaw. Will has a fleeting thought that they might need to take another shower but it soon passes.
“I’m sorry we haven’t been seeing much of each other lately.” Will sighs and runs the tips of his fingers over Sam’s temple. Over the gray hair that’s growing there and reaching it’s way to the back of his head.
Will secretly loves it. He wants to see the black turn into more gray someday.
“Yeah, me too.” He nudges at Will’s ear. “At least we got tonight to fool around,” He tugs at Will’s shirt. “I don’t wanna be the only one naked.”
Once it’s off and thrown into the dark corner of their room. Sam kisses down his neck again. Moving down to his collar bone. He kisses near a scar there. Continuing down to his chest and abdomen.
There’s hands on his shoulders as he begins kissing down Will’s happy trail. Sam tugs at the waistline of his boxers when he reaches them.
“Jesus,” Will mutters.
Sam runs his lips over his cock through the fabric. His mouth is warm and the texture from his stubble is killing Will.
“Could you just hurry up?”
“Someone is impatient.”
Will covers his face. “I didn’t know you were going to give me a blow job.”
Sam smiles to himself. He tugs down the boxers. Will is already hard.
Sam— being admittedly not new to this. And being already aquatinted with Will’s dick— starts at the head. Licking at the slit. He soon works down, further and further.
Will’s nails dig into his skin. Sam knows he’s getting somewhere the harder Will grips.
“Sam, you know how I feel about this—“ Will chokes out. “But I was hoping for something more intimate?”
Sam stops, the warmth of his mouth leaving Will’s dick. “Like what?” Sam looks up at him. His lips already swollen and pink.
It takes Will a hot minute to respond. He stares at Sam, hair messy and an innocent look in his eyes.
“Intercourse.”
“Oh,” Sam moves up to loom over Will. His breath fanning across his face. “Sorry, I got a little carried away.”
“No, I should have been clearer.” Will moves a hand up Sam’s back. He feels the muscle under his hands. “Although a blow job wouldn’t have been the worst thing in the world.”
“Maybe another day.”
“I’m not opposed to that, Fisher.”
“Good,” Sam goes to kiss him.
Will stops him halfway. He grips his chin. “Your mouth was just on my dick. Please don’t.”
“You’re killing my boner.”
“You’ll be fine.” Will pauses. “What do you want to do?
Sam shrugs a little. “I’m game for whatever…You call the shots.” He steals a peck on his cheek.
“Alright… Get on your back then.”
Will sits up on his elbows, moving to push Sam down onto his side of the bed.
“Woah, woah, I’m going,” Sam chuckles. He lets Will push him down, really.
Sam automatically shifts his legs apart, laying supine for Will. Out in the open.Will takes off his boxers in one swift movement. Tossing them over to his side of the room.
He moves to sit in between Sam’s legs.
As Will adjusts himself again, Sam stares up at him. The light from the singular lamp illuminates the room. The yellow tint
falls over Will’s nude form. Half of his face is covered by shadow. The other half is sharp lines.
“You okay with me taking the lead this time then?”
Sam nods.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure,”
Will positions a pillow under Sam’s ass. Sam adjusts himself. He shoves his hands under the pillow at his head. Getting comfortable.
Will moves to grab a small bottle out of his nightstand. Sam knows what it is, he doesn’t even have to look.
Will puts some of the lube on his fingers. “You ready?”
Sam nods.
He pushes a finger in, slow and careful.
“It hasn’t been that long has it?” Sam asks.
“We’ve been busy.”
Sam bites back a moan. “You just wanted to stick a finger inside of me, huh?”
Will doesn’t say anything, but Sam can see through his half lidded eyes that he’s grinning.
“I’m just trying to prep you properly.”
“Liar- ah-“ Sam’s voice melts into shaky breathing as Will twists his wrist. His finger is already knuckle deep.
He hears Sam curse various things under his breath.
His singular finger feels great so far, but Sam needs more.
“You could stick another one in. Don’t be shy.”
“You’re the one being impatient now, Sam.”
Sam grumbles.
Will puts him out of his misery soon enough. Making sure the other finger has lube. He sticks another one in. Careful. This isn’t Sam’s first time— but he doesn’t want to hurt him either.
He tries scissoring his fingers. Letting Sam feel it.
Will watches him carefully through his glasses. He wants to draw out the torture but not forever.
He reaches out, fingers gliding over Sam’s chest. The palm of his hand running over hard nipples. Over the various scars sprayed over Sam’s stomach.
Sam wants so badly to reach out and grab his own cock. But he also wants to wait… The good part hasn’t even came yet.
“Do you feel good enough for me to put it in?”
“Yeah,”
“Okay,” Will breathes.
Eventually Will takes out his fingers. Sam’s quickly disappointed now at the lack of body parts inside of him. But not for long.
“I’m going to put it in.”
“Alright,”
Despite the warning, they both gasp once it enters. Will’s cock is already slicked with precum from Sam’s generous mouth. The warmth from Will and the cold of the lube is a strange contrast.
Will begins stroking into him with a practiced rhythm.
“William— God,”
Sam puts a hand over Will’s throat. Careful, with light pressure.
Will places his hand over Sam’s. Their fingers brushing over each other.
Sam knows he could use more pressure if he wanted, but he chooses not to. He especially doesn’t want to leave marks for the folks at Third Echelon to see.
Will’s other hand is over Sam’s hip. His thumb pressing into the soft skin there. Slowly rubbing circles into the area.
Sam almost wants him to leave a bruise here. A reminder that pain doesn’t always have to be from bad experiences.
Sam looks up at him with half lidded eyes. He moves his thumb to softly rub at Will’s jaw. “You feel good.”
“Yeah? You feel even better.”
Will moves to lay on top of Sam. Chest to chest.
He moves his hips to still fuck into him. Slow and sweet strokes.
Sam’s breathing into his ear now. Making pleasant noises.
“Fuck, faster.” Sam makes a noise in the back his throat. He digs his fingernails into Will’s back.
Will picks up the pace. He gasps from the effort. Sharper thrusts this time. It’s hitting just the right spot too.
Will moves his head, their foreheads pressed together.
Sam’s eyes are closed and his mouth is slightly agape. Deep breathes coming from his lips.
“That’s good…”
Will’s lips ghost over Sam’s. Now it’s Will’s turn to kiss him. Cheek. Jaw. Mouth. Slipping his tongue in. Licking into his mouth. They’re both making an exchange of noises as the bed lightly creeks with the movement.
“Mm,” Sam’s hand moves to grip Will’s ass, grabbing a handful of it.
Will gasps a little at the action. Looking into Sam’s eyes. They’re half open now. Sam grins against Will’s lips.
And Will thinks he looks good like this. Grinning and relaxed. Will is so used to seeing the tense stance while he talks to Lambert. The stoic mindset Sam puts up at work. The walls he builds up around him all crash down under Will’s gaze.
Will’s back to slow and long thrusts. It feels so good to have Will fill him up. He could be here all day if he could.
Sam squeezes his ass again, lightly this time.
For good measure.
He wants to tug at his own dick now. Will stops him.
“Not yet,”
“You’re bossy, Captain.” Sam says into his ear.
Sam can see in Will’s eyes that he enjoyed that. Even if he won’t admit it. He’ll just file that information for a later date.
“I’m just trying to make it last, Sam
.”
“That’s sweet— ah…”
“I know,” Will whispers. Will makes eye contact with him as he moves to kiss Sam on the temple again. Then he picks himself up, to get a better angle.
“Does that feel good?” He thrusts, deeper and deeper until he can’t anymore.
“Yes, that’s it, Will-“ Sam rasps out. “That’s it.”
Sam pulls Will closer. Until he isn’t sure where he ends and Will starts. They slot together so easily. It makes Sam’s chest ache in a way he doesn’t linger on. At least not now.
Will thrusts hard into him once more . A whine comes from his lips. “Sam- I’m-“
“Me too,”
Will let’s out a shaky breath. Trying to draw this out as much as possible, but it’s getting too close already. He already feels himself edging. So close to relief.
“Jesus, Sam,” He mouths into his shoulder. They’re both breathing a little too hard now.
Sam feels himself on the edge too. Ready to burst at a moment’s notice. Will muttering his name into his skin just sends him closer and closer.
He feels Will tense up and then release. His shallow breath coming in gasps. Sam feels the warmth and the stickiness inside of him. He really doesn’t give a shit about it leaking onto the bedsheets.
Sam comes over his and Will’s stomach’s . Feeling Will finish inside of him finally pushed him over the edge.
Will lays on top of him, boneless for a moment. Sam rubs his back, trying to catch his own breath in the process. He can see scratches and red marks over Will’s shoulder blades. He wants to feel bad but he doesn’t.
After a few minutes. Will makes a noise. Getting up.
Will kisses Sam on the side of his mouth before leaving. Sam closes his eyes.
He feels Will’s weight leave the bed and enter the bathroom.
Will goes to clean them up. Using a (clean) gray rag that they may or may not have designated for this exact situation.
Sam moves to lay on his side. Adjusting his pillow to lay down.
Soon enough, Will climbs into their bed. Turning off the lamp. His glasses are already off and folded neatly on the nightstand.
Then Will moves closer, covering himself with their blanket. He scoots until him and Sam are practically sharing a pillow.
“Was that okay?”“Very,” Sam runs fingers up and down Will’s back. “You’re still naked.”“I figured you would like that.” Will responds.
“I do.”Will chuckles softly.They stay like that for a few minutes. Silent. Just breathing. Faces itches from each other. Eyes shut.
Will breaks the silence by kissing him. Tender and chaste. “I love you,” He whispers.
Sam hugs him tighter. “I love you too.”
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