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"Cliché." Sam thumbed through his phone to the next review.
"Cringe." Next.
"An ill-advised attempt to reclaim former glory." Next.
"While the fangirls of the internet may like it, true music connoisseurs will want to avoid streaming the artist's new song." Next.
"SamSation should have released a best of album rather than experimenting with such mundane, mainstream fiddle-faddle." Next.
"0/5 stars - go back to obscurity, old man!"
Sam closed his phone, tears pricking at the back his eyes. They hate it, he thought to himself rolling onto his back and closing his eyes. They're right, I should have just stuck to producing music instead of recording. It's just… not good.
It didn't matter that SamSationFan68730975238 said that Kiss You In the Park was "a banger," or that MusicFan000000069420 commented that it "fucking slaps," whatever the fuck that meant. All that mattered was that the critics despised it.
I loved it so much though, he thought despondently, thinking back to when he'd written it.
The cherry blossoms were in full bloom, petals falling softly through the air. Seb had looked at him, a small smirk on his face and a gleam in his grey eyes.
"What?" Sam had asked, smiling back at him.
Sebastian had reached up and plucked a petal out of Sam's hair, holding it in front of Sam's nose with a cheeky grin. "Just thinking how handsome you'd look if you were naked surrounded by only flower petals."
It would have taken a stronger man than Sam to resist taking Sebastian into his arms, leaning him back into a hungry kiss. Later that night when they undressed for bed, Sam had pulled a handful of flower petals out of his pocket to see if Seb's prediction was true. His response seemed to imply it was.
The memory made Sam smile slightly in spite of his melancholic mood, before sighing again. I just love Sebby so much… I thought I had finally captured that in my music.
He heard the door to their condo open in the other room. "Sammy?" his husband's voice carried a hint of concern, and Sam could hear him kicking off his boots. "Sammy are you home?"
Sam quickly brushed his hand across his face, wiping away the few tears that had escaped. "Yeah, baby, I'm in the bedroom," he called.
"Sammy? What's wrong?" Sam heard Sebastian walking through the hallway to their bedroom. "Why are you laying in the dark?"
"Nothing's wrong, baby. Just a bit tired is all," Sam lied.
"Sammyyy," Sebastian teased skeptically.
"I promise, Seb." Even Sam could hear how his voice lacked conviction. And if Sam could hear that…
Sebastian clicked on his bedside lamp, causing Sam to squint against the sudden brightness. When he was able to focus again clearly, Sebastian was leaning over him, his long grey-streaked hair spilling over the shoulders of his black t-shirt, looking at him with worry.
"Sam, come on," he said softly, crawling into bed next to him. He brought a hand up to Sam's face, his thumb brushing away a tear Sam had missed. "Tell me what's wrong? Please?"
"It's just…" Sam hesitated. Sebastian moved his hand from Sam's jaw to his back, pulling him closer until they were face to face. Sam closed his eyes a moment, breathing in the scent of his husband — the hint of mint gum he chewed daily since he had quit smoking years ago and the lingering sandalwood from the cologne he always wore combining to form an intoxicating aroma that always made Sam's heart beat just a little bit faster… even when he was upset.
"…The critics hate my song, Sebby," he whispered.
"That's it, Sammy?" Sebastian replied, relief evident in his eyes.
Sam sighed almost imperceptibly. He knew his husband wouldn't understand. "I mean, I know that sucks, Sam," Seb added almost immediately. "I just thought for a moment someone died or something. Yeah.. No, yeah that really fucking sucks, Sam. I know how much of yourself you put into your music — it must feel like someone is criticizing part of you, not just your song."
Okay, so maybe Seb did understand.
"Yeah, that's just it, Seb," Sam confirmed. "It feels like I've failed. Like I'm not good enough."
Sebastian leaned over and kissed Sam on his cheek, a lingering kiss meant to provide comfort and support. "You're good enough, Sammy. You're always good enough and you always will be good enough," he mumbled into Sam's ear.
Sam felt a tingle of warmth spread through him as Sebastian spoke. Yoba, I really needed to hear that. Sam turned his head so his lips brushed Sebastian's cheek. "Thanks, Sebby," he whispered.
"No need to thank me Sam. It's the truth. I'm just sorry you had such a rough day, Sammy."
Sam cupped Sebastian's jaw with his large hand. "Not rough now, baby," he murmured. "Not now that we're together." He tilted Sebastian's head towards his, capturing his lips in a kiss that was sweet at first but soon deepened into something more, the warmth Sebastian's words had provided him a moment ago turning into a fire burning through his whole body.
Sam deepened the kiss, moaning quietly as Sebastian's tongue pushed into his mouth and brushed against his, relishing in the small groan echoed by his husband. Then Sebastian's hands reached to the hem of Sam's shirt, tugging insistently until Sam broke their kiss. Sitting up, he pulled his shirt over his head and threw it onto the floor. He knew his husband well, knew he would want to kiss and lick and pinch and nibble at his skin, so before he could, Sam tugged at Sebastian's own t-shirt, tossing it onto the pile on the floor.
Sebastian smirked at him, and then, as Sam predicted, his hot mouth pressed a kiss onto Sam's collarbone, followed by a small bite, the pattern repeating as he worshipped Sam's chest and stomach, every nip, every touch sending shivers of anticipation through Sam's whole body. Sebastian reached for the waistband of Sam's jogging pants intent on exposing new skin as he kissed along Sam's happy trail, stopping only when Sam placed his hand over his husband's.
Grey eyes met blue with a look of confusion. "Wanna make you feel better, Sammy," Sebastian insisted, his finger tugging at the elastic.
"You will, Sebby," Sam insisted. "You always do."
"Then?"
"Just… I want you. Want you in me. Want you to fill me. Nothing will make me feel better than that. Please Sebby?" Sebastian's eyes darkened at Sam's words, his own desire plainly written on his face.
"Okay, Sam," he agreed before grinning. "We still need to get those pants off, though." Sebastian rolled out of bed, swiftly removing his jeans, and Sam did the same, removing his sweatpants. Sebastian gave Sam an admiring look as Sebastian removed his underwear. Sam stood naked in front of him, never having bothered with underwear in the first place. Sam just shrugged. I'm not sure why this surprises him everytime, he thought, but I'm glad it does.
Sebastian grabbed the bottle of lube they kept on the bedside table and poured some onto his fingers, rubbing them together before he crawled back onto the bed, careful not to muss up the light grey sheets with the liquid on his hand. He knelt in the middle of the bed, crooking a finger in Sam's direction in invitation — an invitation Sam was keen to accept. Meeting Sebastian in the middle of the bed, Sam took his husband into his arms, kissing him again, pulling him tight against his body so that he could feel his Sebastian's length pressing against his own. He grasped Sebastian's ass, digging his fingernails into his soft flesh in a way that he knew always drove Sebastian wild. Sure enough Sebastian let out a soft moan, his cock twitching against Sam.
For his part, Sebastian dragged the nails of his clean hand along Sam's back even as this other hand reached down to Sam's hole, slipping two fingers inside. This step was no longer really needed most of the time — the couple indulged in each other frequently enough that Sam was usually at least partly stretched, ready for his husband at all times of the day — but Sam always loved it. He loved how Sebastian made him feel cared for, loved, wanted to make sure it was as good for Sam as it was for him. Sam let out a small whimper as Sebastian's fingers pressed against his prostate, his own dick rubbing against Sebastian's.
Sebastian chuckled softly. "Alright Sammy, I see you're ready."
"Always ready for you, baby," Sam agreed, nuzzling into Sebastian's neck, excited to hear the hiss of pleasure elicited as he bit softly into his skin.
"How do you want it, Sammy?" Sam pulled away from Sebastian's neck and met his gaze.
"What do you mean, Sebby?" Sebastian was normally the one who decided on positions. Truthfully, Sam never really cared too much about logistics — he was happy with whatever decisions Sebastian made.
"Told you," Seb said, kissing Sam again. "Wanna make you feel better. Tell me what would help."
Sam shivered at the unexpected treat. He hadn't really thought about it, but since Sebastian was asking…
"You on your back," he directed, his heart racing with excitement. "Me on top."
"As you wish," Sebastian grinned at him, laying down on the bed. He spread the remaining lube from his hand along his cock, eyes fluttering slightly at the sensation. Sam climbed on top of him, positioning himself against Sebastian's tip. Just another moment and he would feel whole again.
He paused for a moment, gazing intently at his husband. Sebastian's hair was spread over the light coloured pillow case - a dark halo emphasizing his pale skin. Sam gently ran his fingers through the long, soft tresses framing the face he loved most in the world. "I love you, Seb," he whispered.
"Love you too, Sam."
Sam cupped Seb's jaw and kissed him tenderly, letting out the smallest sigh of contentment before he slowly lowered himself onto Sebastian.
Sebastian rumbled in satisfaction, his eyes closing as Sam stretched around him. "Sammy," he moaned. "You feel so good around me. You're taking me so well. Such a good boy, making me feel so good."
Sam felt tears prick against the back of his eyes as his ass lay flush against Sebastian's thighs — not from discomfort, but from the feeling of euphoria washing over him from his husband's words. "Fuck, Sebby," he whispered hoarsely. "You feel so good."
"You too, Sammy," Sebastian shifted, bending his knees so Sam could lean back against them. He took one of Sam's hands in his and kissed the back of it, keeping his eyes locked on Sam.
"Fuck baby, don't look at me like that," Sam groaned, feeling a jolt of heat at his core, "I swear you'll make me come."
"Isn't that the whole point?" Sebastian pointed out.
"Yeah, but not too soon, baby. Not too soon," Sam groaned.
Sebastian sunk his hips into the bed, pulling out of Sam, then slowly pushed back into him.
Oh fuck, why does that feel so good?
"Not too soon, baby, please? Please make me last?" Sam gasped.
Sebastian repeated the motion moving slightly quicker. Every nerve in Sam's body felt like it was on fire. "Oh fuck. Fuck Sebby. You feel so… Please."
"Please what?" Sebastian whispered, biting his lip.
"Please make me last. Wanna come with you."
Sebastian moaned as he thrust in and out of Sam again, slowly picking up the tempo. "Wanna make you feel good Sammy," he panted. "You're so good Sammy, such a good boy. You deserve to feel good."
"Fuck, Sebby!" Sam grunted as Sebastian pushed in harder. He squeezed his eyes shut and leaned back, trying to hold out against the waves of pleasure Sebastian's movements and words were sending through him.
"Sammy, you're so beautiful like that Sammy," Sebastian groaned. "Look so fucking hot my Sammy!" His tempo faltered, hips beginning to stutter erratically against Sam.
Fuck, Seb is going to come too! "Fuck yes, Sebby!" Sam shouted, his cries turning to a whine as Sebastian wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. "Holy FUCK baby! Oh Sebby!"
"Sammy! Fuck Sammy. Feels… so good. Feels. NGH! Feels.. fuck… feels… so good."
"You too, Sebby! Oh Fuck, I'm gonna.. Fuck Sebby. Oh! I'm gonna… Holy shit! SEBASTIAN!" Sam howled, his screams mingling with Sebastian's as they both came. Sam clenched around Sebastian, feeling his husband's hot cum pulse inside of him even as he covered Sebastian's tattooed chest with his own essence, painting in between the lines of the delicate artwork covering his husband's skin.
"Holy fuck, Sammy. I sure hope you feel better after that," Sebastian breathed after a few moments.
Sam smiled at him, the first time he'd smiled since he started reading the reviews. "I do, thank you Seb." He rolled off Sebastian, and grabbed a couple of tissues from his nightstand, wiping Sebastian's chest off before tossing them into the trash can. Ignoring the warmth dripping down his own leg, he laid down, pulling Sebastian against his chest. He combed his hands through Sebastian's hair, his eyes fluttering closed as his heart beat returned to normal.
After a moment, Sebastian rolled away, reaching for his phone.
"What are you doing, Seb?" Sam asked, yawning into the back of his hand.
"I wanna listen to your song, Sammy," Sebastian rolled back, thumbing to his Musicify app, frowning as he opened it. "Sammy?" he asked, looking at the Valentine's Day playlist that popped up.
"Yeah baby?" Sam nuzzled his head against Sebastian's.
"Your song is number one for streams today."
"I know," Sam grinned.