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It was late, almost midnight. Wes was up in the tour bus nursing a bottle of beer, only his second of the night. Comfy in his plaid pajama pants and tank top. He had gotten the tv on the bus to work and had his dvd copy of Cliffhanger playing. He was barely watching it though. He really just wanted to pass the time until the rest of the guys came back from partying. He’d rather stay up and go to sleep with them than be woken up by their return.
Just then the door swung open, Wes’ head snapped in that direction. He glanced at the time, perplexed. It was rather early for them to be back. Wes heard a groan, he knew that groan anywhere.
Sam peeked his head around the wall of the bus staircase and smiled.
“Wessss!” He stumbled the rest of the way in and threw his arms up happily. He was wearing jeans, a white T-shirt and a black jacket with the hood up. There was can of beer in his hand.
“Wes I have been looking allll over for youu.” Sam said with a thick slur, oh he was drunk. Red faced and everything. The color of his nose matched his vibrant red-pink hair.
“I looked for you at the partyy and couldn't find you sooo I asked the guyss annndthey said check here so I wandered on over here and loook at that. they were right!” Sam was talking like he hadn't a care in the world. Untroubled, letting every word have its time, even if slurred into the next one. His voice was more nasally than ever.
“Thank god you are here. I couldn't stop thinking of you while at the party. I wasss sad when I didn't find you there. The party sucked anywayy. Welllll. It was fineeee…”
Wes listened attentively as Sam rambled about the party and all the things he saw and did. Including but not limited to; watching two girls makeout, watching two dogs going at it on the living room floor, doing a keg stand with John, watching Fred take off his shirt, watching another girl take off her shirt, walking in on more than just two people in the bathroom, then going to pee in the pool. He didn't quite finish his retelling and his sentence slowly trailed off when he focused on Wes, on his relaxed posture on the couch, on his spread legs, on his face. Wes was looking at Sam endearingly. He knew Sam’s train of thought had been completely derailed so he spoke up.
“Wow! you wanted to see me so much that you left all that fun behind?” Wes was admittedly being a little facetious when he asked this but Sam didn't seem to notice or care.
“Yeah!” Sam replied excitedly. Then a thought came to him and a grin creeped across his face. “Also I had something reallyreallyreally important to tellllll youuu.” He sang, holding his hands behind his back shyly while intentionally avoiding eye contact. Wes curled an eyebrow up inquisitively. He knew Sam was up to something, he could see that mischievous glint in his eyes. He took the bait anyway.
“Well, come on over then.” He patted the couch beside him. Sam had not moved from the spot he stood since he came through the door and now it felt like he was standing in mud. He paused, looking at Wes then looking at his shoes. He kicked them off, shoving them out of the walkway as best as possible. Then he slid his hoodie off his shoulders and dropped it on a chair. He started making his way over to the couch, a little wobbly. He ran his hand through his pink hair and exhaled. He kept his focus on the ground, mouth agape, like he was calculating every step he took. Wes could see him fighting a smile and holding in giggles.
He reached the couch and after trying so hard not to, ultimately tripped over his own feet. He tumbled down onto the couch, half knocking into Wes. He erupted with laughter, nuzzling dumbly against Wes’ shoulder. Wes was laughing with him. Somehow Sam had managed to keep the can of beer in his hand from spilling everywhere. He rolled over as his laugh died down. Steadily he sat up straight. A giggle escaped. He leaned closer to Wes, bringing his hand up to the other’s ear like a child getting ready to tell a secret. He inhaled and cringed as another giggle burst out.
“Heh, Heeehhehe .. okay okay, this is so important. donnnn’t tell anyoone.” He tried to force a serious face, failing terribly. He moved to Wes’ ear and whispered,
“Fred has disgusting nipples.” Then with a squeal he drew back from Wes, pushing him playfully. Wes grabbed him by the shirt collar and pulled him into a headlock, giving him a noogie. The force spilled some of Sam’s beer out. Sam yelled and squirmed, trying to elbow Wes.
“You fuck head!” Wes barked, still laughing. He released Sam who immediately chugged the rest of his beer. With an obnoxious burp he crunched the can and tossed it onto a nearby coffee table. He turned his attention back to Wes and eyed him up, not even trying to be discreet. Wes stared back at him incredulously. Sam drooped his eyelids and batted his eyelashes seductively. He had the tip of his thumb lodged in his mouth dumbly.
“Don’t look at me like that.” Wes said jokingly. Sam chuckled and smiled wide, his red cheeks filled out with it.
“Weeeeesssssssssss…” Sam half whined.
“What's wrong Sammy?”
“Weeesssssssslyyyyyyy..” he drawled as he crawled onto Wes’ lap, who went wide eyed watching him, “Wes lets fuuuck, pleeease pleaseee Wessss. Come onnnn, I want you inside meee.” Sam continued, pushing on Wes’ shoulders and pinning him to the couch. Wes’ hands came up to the other’s hips, holding him steady there.
“Sam, you're so drunk right now. We will not be doing that. Come to me later.” Wes was firm with his rejection but kept his tone soft. He’d be more than happy to oblige when Sam was not shitfaced. Sam groaned and tried to grind down on Wes but he was swiftly thrown off his lap. He landed sideways next to Wes with a grunt. Still persistent, he wrapped his arms around Wes’ waist and laid his head on his shoulder.
“Let me touch you at least, pleaseee. I want to touch youu. You're soo beautiful. Let me feel up on you, Wesss.” Sam begged, trying to look as sad as possible.
Wes thought about this. Sam was clearly capable enough to ask and didn't seem like he’d leave without getting something. Wes did like the idea, he felt the warmth of Sam on him and swallowed. Wes sighed and shifted his body on the couch to be facing Sam. He put his hands on Sam’s thighs.
“Go ahead. I want you to, Sam.” Wes said quietly. Sam was still, keeping his gaze on Wes. He hadn't actually planned this far ahead. He tentatively rested his hands on Wes’ then slowly moved them up his arms. He breathed. When he reached the shoulders, he laid his palms flat there and squeezed. From there he slid his arms down Wes’ back, slipping his hands under the shirt once he reached the bottom. He moved his hands up and down Wes’ back, it was warm. He ran a finger up through the dip of his spine. Wes shuddered at that. One of Sam’s hands stopped at Wes’ hip and gave it a tender rub. The other hand came back up to the shoulder and fidgeted with the tank top there, pulling the fabric.
“Take your shirt offff, please.”
Wes did with no protest. Sam paused again. Wes’ bare torso was now in full view; pale, lean, smooth.
“you're so beautiful, Wess. fuuck.. lay back. I’m..” Sam trailed off. Wes did as he was told again, resting his head against the couch armrest and spreading his legs allowing Sam to slot himself in between them. He kept staring, running his eyes slowly down the length of Wes’ body. A quiet groan echoed in his throat. He reached out and held Wes at his waist, slightly unsure. With his thumbs he rubbed light circles there. He caressed up Wes’ sides slowly. He loved the way Wes felt. He loved the warmth. Just the contact with his hands was beyond electric. Wes loved how rough Sam’s fingers were with layers of callus built up. It scratched on Wes’ skin in a way where he felt it all, any small movement of Sam's fingers, any twitch, Wes would feel.
Sam stopped at Wes’ chest, giving his pecs a light squeeze. Wes couldn't help the laugh he sputtered out. He covered his mouth to hide his smile.
Sam dropped his hands from Wes’ chest and Wes got scared he had upset him. He almost said something but just then Sam leaned over and kissed Wes’ stomach. Then again, a wet and sloppy one. Wes exhaled with a strained expression on his face. Sam was kissing dangerously close to the waistline of his pants. With a hand in his hair, Wes subtly pulled Sam up a little further. Sam hardly noticed. Sam was half kissing half just rubbing his face against Wes' stomach. He would poke his tongue out every so often. He did this all up Wes' abdomen. His beard tickled, Wes' stomach rose and fell with silent laughter. Once, he got carried away and bit Wes’ skin.
“Ouch! Sam!” Wes chided, not mad.
“Sorryyy.” Sam gave a long kiss to the hurt area. He would nibble on Wes again, earning him a light flick to the head, which he giggled at.
Eventually Sam reached the chest, where to Wes' shock he latched his mouth onto a nipple. Wes sucked in a sharp breath and brought his hand up to firmly press on Sam's forehead, pushing him gently. He immediately detached and peered up at Wes, guileless and pitiful.
“Oh my god, you're so funny.” Wes gushed as he moved his hand to Sam’s still pink cheek. He rubbed his thumb there, feeling how hot Sam’s cheeks were. Sam leaned against Wes’ hand then turned and kissed his palm tenderly.
“I love you.” He mumbled into it.
Wes grabbed Sam’s jaw and guided him up until they were eye to eye. With another tug Wes pulled Sam into a loving kiss. Sam smelled like alcohol but Wes didn't mind. Wes broke away from the kiss first with a quiet sigh. Sam wasn't quite finished though, he snaked a hand behind Wes’ head and weaved his fingers into the short hair there. Pulling Wes up, he pressed their lips together again harshly. He slid forward until he was back on Wes’ lap, sat just above his groin. Wes’ hands found purchase on Sam’s hips. With another arm around Wes’ back Sam hugged their bodies together tightly, as if trying to merge into Wes. The pressure against the front of his pants made him whimper against Wes’ lips but he didn't try to chase that feeling, remaining still. The two separated, gasping for air. Sam exhaled a shaky breath. Once again he kissed Wes, a sound of pleasure escaping from his throat. Sam attempted to gain access into Wes’ mouth with his tongue but Wes pushed back with his own tongue and overpowered Sam, victoriously licking into Sam’s mouth. There was a strong beer taste, Wes liked it, he softly groaned. He slipped further into Sam’s mouth. He drug his hands up and down Sam’s sides sensually, coaxing out a moan from Sam.
There were noises from outside, voices approaching. There were quick footsteps getting closer. Wes immediately pulled back, their lips remaining connected by a strand of saliva.
The bus door opened but no one came in yet.
“Sam? Did you find Wes?” John called from outside. Sam sat up and twisted his body around.
“uhh yeah!” he responded. Wes didn't waste any time. He slid out from under Sam and stood, grabbing Sam by his arm.
“Come on, let’s go to my bunk. I’ll kiss you more.” He whispered under his breath.
John spoke again, “Okay! We're back now. Better hurryy.” He dragged out the last word mischievously. Sam ran with Wes to his bunk.
“Can we jerk each other off too?” Sam asked with excitement.
“Shhhh!” Wes tried to be serious but couldn't stop the laugh that bubbled up. They scurried into the safety of the bunk, hidden behind the curtains. They held each other closely, practically not breathing while trying to be silent. They both had wide smiles on their faces, this was like a game to them almost.
The bus soon filled with the overlapping commotion of the rest of the band returning for the night. All coming down from the high of the party, talking loudly and roughhousing. They all moved around the bus, getting ready for bed.
Eventually, a calm settled over the bus. Everyone was in a bunk now. Sam and Wes finally eased the tension that had coiled in their bodies. They locked eyes. Together they connected their lips once more. Together they shared a secret in the bunk.