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It was late and Sam was sick of playing his role as a Warden. He got little to no sleep and was constantly manning every area of his prison to check for possible escape routes, weak spots, or breakouts.
There were only about ten low-security prisoners but man they needed a lot of maintenance, not to mention the one high-security prisoner he has that has to have twenty-four-hour surveillance.
Today, his best friend, Ponk, had decided to give him a visit. Normally he wouldn’t let people in (unless they were seeing a prisoner) but this was Ponk. He was different.
Ponk was always interested in what Sam was doing. Ponk was also interested in getting on Sam’s nerves.
It was annoying most of the time but Ponk would always make trouble. Unknowingly to Sam, he would do it so that Sam would come in with his strong arms and iron grip, picking him slightly off the ground and telling him to stop.
Ponk lived for those moments while Sam was just making sure Ponk didn’t harm himself.
Many times in the past, Sam had been asked why he was so protective of Ponk and San would just turn a soft shade of pink before replying with his signature line. “I’m not overprotective.”
What a lie.
Everyday Ponk was asked why he didn’t stop Sam from holding him like that and he would just scoff and say. “I couldn’t get out of his arms if I tried.”
The first person Ponk admitted his dilemma to was Sapnap. They were talking about some random topic before Sapnap brought up the subject.
“So you and Sam, huh? What’s that about?” Sapnap smirked, like he knew the answer already.
Ponk feigned innocence. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” the red on Ponk’s cheeks suggested otherwise.
“Come on, you two must be secretly dating or something. Help me out here,” pleaded Sapnap, still smirking and knowing he was breaking Ponk’s facade.
“…Fine. I like him, okay? And when he holds me after I’ve done something stupid I just feel so safe and happy and it kinda-…” Ponk stopped speaking before he revealed every last one of his secrets.
Sapnap decided not to push him - knowing Ponk would just close up and stop talking if he did. “I really thought you two were already dating. But I’m happy you told me, Ponk.”
“Wait. Why did you think we were dating?” Ponk was nervous and his tanned skin was red.
After letting out a snort of sorts, Sapnap laughed before calming himself down at Ponk’s anxious expression. “Everyone on the server thinks you two are dating. The way you look at each other, the way he holds you, the flirting and holding hands, the giggling with each other, you even kissed that one time,” Ponk was so embarrassed, he thought no one had seen that. “I could continue-.”
“DON’T!” Ponk shouted, startling Sapnap and himself in the process. “Sorry, I just…how did you see that?”
“What the kiss?” Sapnap asked, confused at Ponk’s question.
“What else, the giraffe up your ass, no, of course the kiss,” the comment came out before Ponk could stop himself and both boys were left laughing.
They calmed down a little. “How’d you know about that?” Sapnap asked sarcastically but it just sent both boys into another round of laughter.
After they finally settled, properly this time, Ponk looked at Sapnap with curious - but slightly afraid - eyes. “Oh, right. Well, I was going to come get Sam to tell him that he needed to get back to the prison because some of the low-security prisoners were being a pain and he was the only one to shut them up but as I turned the corner I saw him holding you as he always does and thought nothing of it. Then I walked closer and you two just started like making out at the side of the prison. I left and decided to come back a few minutes later. You were gone and Sam was like bright red with the biggest fucking smile on his face I’ve ever seen.”
“Wait, really?” Ponk sounded nervous; he was hesitant to ask.
“Yes, really. What even happened there?” Sapnap sighed at his friend.
Ponk cleared his throat before darting his eyes around the room. He decided to just tell Sapnap what happened. “Well, um, I decided…I decided that it would be a good idea to annoy Sam at the prison. He then decided we should go outside because he was fed up of being inside and so we did. Then um, I kind of - tried to…uh, run back in the prison, just to like you know, scare him - or something. But, yeah, he grabbed me and I had like, a really big smile on my face and he smiled too and then we…he looked at my eyes, then my lips. I don’t know what came over me but I just kissed him and he kissed back. Then he like gripped me tighter and I, uh, I well, you know, um…”
“Ponk, did you moan?” Sapnap teased but knew it was true when Ponk hid himself in his hoodie.
“Shut up. I did but like, he just smiled into the kiss and loosened his grip. We broke apart and I stammered out something about going to look after the lemon tree or something and ran for it,” now Ponk was more nervous than anything. “We haven’t spoken about it since.”
“Really? That happened a month ago,” commented Sapnap, a slight tone of genuine disbelief in his voice.
The masked boy just tried to hide his face further into his hoodie. “I know.”
The younger smiled. “Go talk to him about it. Go on, go now.”
“O-Okay,” stammered Ponk, nervous and certain that this would go wrong.
After that incident, Ponk had gone to Sam in an effort to sort this out. Now that is where we come back to Sam, who is suffering in the prison, just wanting some rest.
All he wanted was to leave the place in someone’s care for a bit but the only person he could trust to look after this place was asleep. That’s when he noticed Ponk walk through the door.
“Hey, Sammy,” Ponk sounded nervous and quiet, quite contradictory to his usual loud and carefree voice.
“Hey, Ponkie, you’re back, what’s up?” Sam was tired and his voice gave that away. “Don’t try and cause trouble please, I’m kinda tired and don’t feel like chasing you.”
A small laugh left both boys but Ponk fidgeted with the sleeves of his hoodie. “I just wanted to come see you again. I won’t run, I promise. Also I wanted to talk about the um, the thing, that uh…that happened, last-last month.”
If Sam knew what Ponk was going on about he sure did a good job of hiding it from Ponk’s eyes.
A wave of confusion hit Sam as he had no clue what Ponk was going on about, then he realised Ponk wanted to talk about the kiss. “You sure. I mean it was a very spur of the moment thing and you kind of ran off afterwards, which is okay, just, are you sure?”
“Y-yeah, I’m sure,” Ponk really didn’t sound sure but Sam chose to believe Ponk’s words for now rather than his tone. I mean, of course he’d be nervous, they’d kissed, Ponk had moaned, and then Ponk ran off.
“Okay,” Sam was just going to let Ponk talk but after seeing Ponk fidget and shift on his feet for the hundredth time he decided to walk over and pick him up in his arms. Carrying him bridal style compared to the normal feet a few inches off the ground hold he normally did.
As he was lifted, Ponk’s breath hitched as he realised what was happening, he began squirming but Sam was too strong for Ponk’s weak efforts. They both knew Ponk liked being held by Sam, it wasn’t much of a secret.
Sam walked them back over to his big chair and desk, sitting down and leaning back slightly. Ponk decided to reposition himself so he was straddling Sam’s lap. A sight that made Sam both blush and smile.
Ponk was still shifting around a bit but Sam held Ponk’s hips gently and he stilled - Sam’s face had gone a shade darker than before and he was breathing a little heavier than usual.
“Sorry. I’m just nervous. Anyways, I…I don’t know what to say,” started Ponk, quickly stopping when he realised he had no idea what he was going to say.
Sam chuckled lightly. “I’ll start. I like you, Ponk.”
Ponk, who’d rested his head on Sam’s shoulder, immediately sat upright. “Wha-…what?”
“I really like you. A lot,” it might have been Sam’s tired side talking but it was true. All he wanted was to kiss Ponk and ask him to be his boyfriend.
Nervous and overwhelmed, Ponk couldn’t get his words out, stumbling and stammering with nothing making sense. Soon he jumped off Sam’s lap and ran further into the prison before Sam could stop him.
Knowing that Ponk would get lost, Sam ran after him. A mindless chase through the prison. Ponk’s way of dealing with emotions was to run from them and Sam knew this, he expected this. He just hoped it would’ve been different.
It was an hour before Sam finally saw Ponk, he’d been talking to a low-security prisoner that had still been awake. Sam knew the prisoner was mostly harmless - only in there for shoplifting a chocolate bar.
Although Sam knew Ponk was in no harm, he couldn’t help but feel the familiar rush of anger and possessiveness over Ponk. In a few strides Sam was behind Ponk, a look of hurt, guilt, and anger mixed in his features.
Before Ponk could do anything, he was lifted from the ground and thrown over Sam’s shoulder. It surprised Ponk and he tried to punch Sam’s back but he was met with a lot of strong muscle that Ponk suddenly wanted to run his hands over.
“Why’d you run?” Sam’s voice was angry, no one went into the prison without his permission, even Ponk.
“I don’t know. I’m confused,” Ponk was speaking the truth but in the back of his mind Ponk knew it was because he liked Sam too and didn’t want to mess anything up. Yet, he’d managed to do just that.
A deep intake was heard from Sam as he tried to calm his anger so he wouldn’t accidentally hurt Ponk. He took Ponk off of his shoulder and placed him on the ground. “Do you not like me too, Ponkie?” Sam’s voice was suddenly filled with nerves and insecurity.
“Of course I do,” rushed out Ponk, just as nervous and worried as Sam. “I really like you too, it’s just-…”
“Just what?” Sam questioned, hesitant and anxious for the answer.
Ponk took a deep breath. “I can’t explain it. I want to be yours but I’m always losing control of my actions and mind when I’m near you. I become so flirty and carefree and do things I’d never normally do.”
“Ponk I think that’s just you being comfortable to be yourself around me,” Sam smiled and Ponk knew he was right.
Ponk looked up at Sam, he stood on his tiptoes and leaned up as much as he could but he had to use Sam’s shoulders to pull himself up enough to give Sam a peck on the lips.
Startled at the small kiss, Sam laughed and grabbed Ponk’s waist, lifting him up and kissing Ponk for longer than a small peck.
Ponk lifted his legs and he placed them around Sam’s hips.