sam–w–man–of–letters:
“Stop calling me ‘kid’,” Sammy whined as he moved closer to Sam, snaking one arm around the other’s waist. He felt it now; the heat radiating off of Sam. He did run pretty hot, and it felt nice. At this age, Sammy was freezing all the time.
Sam purred softly at the contact, welcoming the cool tough. Thankfully it wasn’t too cold. That would ruin the situation. “Mmm, how come? Does it make you uncomfortable? I’ll stop.”
“It doesn’t make me uncomfortable. I just don’t like it,” Sammy mumbled, slowly turning his head back towards Sam. He felt oddly safe in his strong arms, which was a huge contrast to how he felt normally. Sammy let one hand slowly slide up and down the middle and small of the other’s back.
Sam nosed and smiled softly at the affection, muscles in his back relaxing at the touch. “Whatever you want then,” he affirmed, and snuggled a little closer.
Sammy hid his face in Sam’s chest with a happy little hum, continuing to rub one hand slowly up and down his back. “Sam?” He murmured a little bit later, voice quiet and sounding close to sleep.
When Sammy snuggled close to him, it made Sam smile. He lightly played with his double’s hair, and hummed. “Yeah?”
Sammy downright purred when Sam played with his hair. The young man had gone without affection almost his entire life…. It was amazing to feel it finally. “Thank you. Really, thank you. You’ve done a lot for me, us…”
“Just let me keep doing it for you,” he replied, smiling at the others strong positive reaction. He kept close to Sammy and just kept playing with his hair.
Sammy sighed happily as his eyelids seemed to feel heavier. “Mmm…. J-Just, keep doing that…. Please…..” He murmured, pressing a kiss to Sam’s chest without thinking about it. Sammy soon dozed off, holding Sam protectively.
Sam smiled at the kiss and felt Sammy relax. He didn’t let himself fall asleep too until he could be sure that the other was sleeping soundly. He pressed a soft kiss to Sammy’s forehead, and fell asleep beside him.
The next morning Sammy woke up early and went on his routine morning jog, then came back and made himself and his double breakfast. Two omelettes, just like they both loved them.
Sam slept in- having woken when his double got up, he decided today the run was too much effort he simply went back to sleep. When he finally woke, it was to the smell of food. With a soft smile he followed the smell into the kitchen. “Morning.” He murmured, running a hand through his messy hair.
Sammy was still in his jogging clothes as he made them breakfast, a smile on his face when Sam walked in. “Morning, Sam,” he murmured softly, putting their omelettes on plates.
Sam smiled and walked over to Sammy, giving him a hug from behind. “Thanks for breakfast,” he chimed with a smile, not yet moving to eat it.
Sammy smiled and put his arms over the other’s, leaning back on him. “Mm. You’re welcome,” he murmured, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the closeness.
Sam smiled softly at the comfort this brought him and gently nuzzled his younger self’s neck. After a moment of that he slipped away, heading back towards the food. “So, what do you have planned today, Sammy?” He asked, and the name sounded weird coming from him. He wasn’t sure if he’d keep that one up.
Sammy didn’t seem to be too phased by it (as he’d been called much worse in his life), picking up the plates and setting them on the kitchen table. He sat down in his usual seat across from the other one, looking up at Sam. “Oh, uh…. Classes of course. I’m probably going to stop by the store and pick up some more shirts. I only have a few and they barely fit.”
“Good,” he replied with a smile, and dug into his omelet. “Damn this is so good. I can’t remember the last time I had one of these…”
Sammy’s eyes widened as he started eating his own. After he chewed and swallowed his bite, he spoke. “What? You mean you haven’t just made yourself one?”
"I haven't exactly had the means to- and when I did, I was just so busy I never had the chance." He replied with a shrug. "Oh! And on the way to class today, you'll accidentally bump into a blonde girl and she'll drop her books. That's fine, just help her pick them up and introduce yourself. That's really important. "