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“I miss kissing you,” Jacob said, and regretted it the second the words flew out of his mouth. It was silly—it was the stupidest thing, really. What was Jacob even talking about? He and Sam kissed all the time.
“Jacob,” Sam said, and laughed. Gazing up at Jacob from where he was sprawled on the couch. “What are you talking about? We kiss all the time.”
“I know, it’s just—forget it.” Jacob brushed it off with a little wave of his hand. It was suddenly too warm in the trailer, like someone had cranked the heat up even though it was the middle of summer. “But you know what I’m talking about, don’t you?”
What was he doing? Shut up, Jacob. He fought the urge to turn on his heels and rush back to his own side of the trailer.
“I really don’t,” Sam said—was he lying? Jacob fought the urge to turn away and studied his face intently. His expression soft and easy, none of the tension around his mouth that was always there when he wasn’t telling the truth. “Do you want to explain it to me? Because last I checked, Jake, I kissed you this morning. I kissed you a lot this morning. And last night. In fact, the only time I stopped kissing you last night was to put your cock in my mouth.”
“Yeah—” Jacob let a nervous little laugh fall out of him. He ducked his head, feeling ridiculous. Seriously, what was he doing? “That’s not really what I’m talking about, though.”
When Jacob met his gaze, Sam was staring at him intently. Brows pinched together tightly in concentration, like Jacob was some complicated math equation he had no hope to solve. “You’re being weird,” he said at last, spreading his arms out along the back of the couch glorious and broad as wings.
“Shut up, you’re weird.” Heat clawed at the back of Jacob’s neck. Why couldn’t he just keep his mouth shut? Why did he always have to ruin everything? “But I meant it, just so you know.”
“Meant what?” A fond little smile pulled at the scar in the corner of Sam’s mouth as he tipped his head to one side.
“That I miss—god, I hate you so much, Sam.” A bead of sweat rolled down the nape of Jacob’s neck and found its end against the collar of his shirt. “Would you stop looking at me like that?”
“Looking at you like what?” The fond smile on Sam’s mouth bloomed into a full-on grin. The shine of his blue eyes like deep, clear water Jacob ached to dive into.
“Like you're—” Jacob couldn’t help the smile that was twisting his own mouth now. He wanted to kiss Sam so much his stomach hurt. “Please stop.”
“Why don’t you come over here and make me?”
Butterflies flapped their wings in Jacob’s belly. He was going to be sick if he didn’t feel Sam’s mouth on his immediately. “I will when you stop playing dumb.” Jacob was an idiot, he needed to escape, but he needed to kiss Sam much more desperately. “You know what I’m—”
“Jake.” Sam’s voice was soft. So soft—oh god. He let his arms slip from the back of the couch and extended a hand in Jacob’s direction. “Come here.”
It was like a rope had been tied around his middle and Sam was taking up the slack. Jacob was powerless to resist the draw of his soft eyes and strong hands. The bow of his mouth was Heaven and Jacob was a worshipper begging to ascend. He was on the couch next to Sam in a second, turning his whole body to face him and sighing when Sam touched his neck.
“You’re talking about on the show,” Sam said so softly Jacob could have melted.
Jacob’s whole body instantly flushed with heat. He was an idiot, an embarrassment. How childish of him, how selfish. “Yes, and now that you’ve said it out loud I don’t think we should talk about it, like… ever again.”
Jacob ducked his head, his hand reaching forward to grip the fabric of Sam’s shirt of its own volition. The feeling of his firm muscles just below sending a fresh wave of heat through him, like he’d suddenly come down with a fever. The urge to tear at his clothes and press his mouth to every strip of skin he could reach so overwhelming it made the room spin.
“You’re jealous.” The way Sam said it was infuriating—fond and amused all at once. And when Jacob dared to look at him, a grin had once again taken over his face.
“I’ll never speak to you again if you don’t stop.” Jacob laughed, but it was all nerves and embarrassment. He seriously considered opening the nearest window and throwing himself out of it.
“Look at me, Jacob.” Sam moved both his hands to Jacob’s face and didn’t speak again until he met his gaze. “Are you jealous when I kiss other people on the show?”
“I am not jealous—”
“You are. Oh my god—” Sam laughed, his whole face lighting up as he did. “Do you think I’m slipping all of them the tongue or something?”
“Sam—”
“Because you should know I only do that with—”
“I’m leaving.” Jacob made no move at all to pull away, to release his grip on Sam’s shirt. If anything he was pushing closer, holding on tighter.
“No you’re not.” Sam was still smiling, but his grin had relaxed into something more casual. The fondness in his eyes spilled in a flood that seemed to swallow Jacob whole. “We should talk about it. I’m serious.”
“I don’t want to talk.” Jacob’s heart was beating hard, too hard. He squeezed his eyes shut and begged it to stop.
“You do. Otherwise you wouldn’t have brought it up. So just say what you’re feeling so we can—”
“Can’t help it if it feels like you’re cheating on me when I see you—” Jacob’s eyes flew open and he clamped his mouth shut. Fuck. He hadn’t meant to say that at all. He’d only meant to think it, let it fester inside him until it left a little rotten spot on his heart dark as a bruise. “If you love me you’ll forget I said that. Please, I’m begging you to just let it go, Sam.”
Sam said nothing for a long stretch of seconds, staring at Jacob, touching his neck, the fond look on his face shifting to something more serious. “You feel like I’m cheating on you?”
“No, I didn’t mean—”
“You feel like I’m cheating on you, Jacob?”
“Sam—”
Sam’s hands cradled the nape of Jacob’s neck like a most precious thing. “Are you forgetting the part where you’re married and I have a—”
“I’m not.” A spike of shame moved through Jacob for one hard second. He averted his gaze, released his grip on Sam’s shirt and moved it to his shoulder. I’d let you ruin my whole world, he heard his own voice saying in one far corner of his head. “Which is why I’m asking you to drop it now.”
Sam was quiet, his thumb moving gently along the nape of Jacob’s neck until he shivered. “Alright,” he said at last, moving close enough to Jacob now for the ends of their noses to touch. “I’ll drop it on one condition.”
“And what condition is that?” Jacob’s voice dropped so low it was almost a whisper. It was truly pathetic how quickly Sam could make him crumble apart.
“It’s a pretty big one.” Sam was smiling, Jacob could tell even though his eyes had slid shut. Could hear it in the way his voice had gone all soft around the edges.
Desire moved through Jacob slow and honey-sweet. “Oh, I know it is. You don’t have to brag.”
Sam laughed softly, his breath moving over Jacob’s face, slipping along his lips like he was being kissed. “I’ll show you bragging.” Sam’s hand gripped the nape of Jacob’s neck, all heat and promises of what was yet to come.
Jacob laughed, a genuine laugh this time. Soft but rumbling deep in his belly, something emanating right from his soul. “Alright. Just tell me.”
Sam hummed, ghosting the bow of his smile just over Jacob’s mouth. “You have to kiss me,” he said, his hands all warm and strong as they enveloped Jacob’s neck.
Jacob’s mouth was on Sam’s before one heartbeat could knock into the next. Licking beyond the seam of his lips and straddling his lap easy as that. Oh—yes. There it was. Exactly what he needed. The relief of it like a long drink of cold water on an impossibly hot summer day. His hands in Sam’s hair as their tongues rolled against each other warm and smooth as velvet. Nipping at Sam’s bottom lip before offering his tongue again, pushing soft little moans into his mouth as they kissed and kissed and kissed. Oh—
Sam’s hands on his ass, drawing him closer. Jacob’s hips began to rock of their own volition, a glorious flood of blood rushing between his legs as his cock began to fill. Kissing Sam was so warm, so safe, so perfect—why wasn’t he doing this always? To be on set with him all day but not tasting his lips was something worse than torture. They should run away, Jacob thought, go somewhere that they didn’t have to do anything but kiss. Kiss and touch each other. Kiss and touch each other and tear at each other’s clothes—
“Fuck,” Sam breathed when Jacob broke the kiss to latch onto his neck. “I said kiss me, Jake, not make me come in my pants.”
Jacob laughed, nuzzled down inside the collar of Sam’s shirt and nipped a kiss against his collarbone. “Not in wardrobe yet,” he said, and laughed again, a little moan slipping out when Sam squeezed his ass and drew him closer. “Gonna have to lose these pants anyway, right?”
“You do…” Sam was breathless when Jacob lifted his head and latched onto his mouth again, kissing him slow and deep before he saw fit to let Sam finish his sentence. “You do have a point.”
Jacob hummed, licked across the seam of Sam’s lips, rolling his hips slowly, slowly, slowly. Their cocks both rock hard and nuzzling each other through the fabric of their pants. Jacob was dizzy. If he didn’t calm down they were both going to come right there, just like that.
“But I was really hoping…” Sam continued, shoving his hands down into the back pockets of Jacob’s jeans and gripping him tightly. He allowed himself to be kissed again, for as long as Jacob wanted to. “Hoping to kiss you somewhere else.”
Jacob’s heartbeat thumped in his ears and down between his legs. “And where is that exactly?”
He pulled back just enough to get a really good look at Sam. His lips kissed pink and his hair all mussed from Jacob’s greedy hands. The flush on his cheeks, the shine of his impossibly blue eyes. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.
“Everywhere,” Sam said after a long moment of staring at Jacob with his eyes wide open and his pink lips parted. “I want to kiss every part of you.”
Fuck. Every remaining drop of blood in Jacob’s body rushed straight to his dick. “Do you, um…” Dizzy, breathless—he could hardly think. “Do you think we have time for that?”
Sam sighed, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to the dip in Jacob’s chin. “Probably not.”
Jacob grinned and knocked their foreheads together. “Sounds like the attitude of a quitter.”
Slowly, Sam extracted his hands from Jacob’s back pockets and brought one swiftly down again to swat him on the ass. “I’ll show you a quitter.”
Jacob hummed, licked into Sam’s mouth to kiss him slow and sweet and steady, and when he finally came up for air he said, “Please do.”
And everything started moving very quickly then.
Up on their feet, out of their clothes. A whirlwind of fabric flying all around them. Their eyes flitting back to each other over and over again. Laughing—they couldn’t stop laughing. Not until they crashed together and their mouths once more found each other. Kissing, kissing, kissing—
Fuck. Jacob was so hard he couldn’t think. Sam pushed him down on the couch and fell to his knees at once. Spreading Jacob’s legs wide to pepper a trail of kisses from his knee to the space where his thigh met the rest of him. Sucking a kiss just next to the base of his cock like he was hell bent on driving him crazy.
Jacob wound a hand in Sam’s hair, and Sam lifted his gaze, flashing Jacob a playful grin as he said, “Knees back.”
A wild flare of desire moved through Jacob, but then he grinned back, gave Sam’s hair a tug. “Thought you said everywhere. I count at least fifty other spots you haven’t kissed yet.”
“Yeah, well, we have maybe ten minutes before someone comes knocking on that door,” Sam said, a little laugh falling out of his joyful mouth, “so I figure I’d better make them count.”
Jacob shuddered, his heartbeat thumped in his cock. “Well, you are very good at making minutes count,” he said, voice shaking, and slowly he released his hold on Sam’s hair. And tried to get his brain to work long enough to remember what Sam had asked him to do.
Oh right. Oh yes. He slumped down a little on the couch and drew his knees back in the direction of his chest. His cock rigid and dripping against the bare plane of his belly. Locking his arms up under his knees to hold himself open for Sam’s eyes to feast. No hesitation sparking in him, no urge to hide, no shame. He wanted Sam to see him, want him, touch him, taste him—
“Oh…” Sam’s expression grew deep and serious with lust. His hands pressing to Jacob’s ass to spread him wider. He had his vampire nails on and the tips of them bit into Jacob’s flesh gently. “You’re so gorgeous. Do you have any idea…”
Jacob watched as the lust took Sam by the throat and quickly drew him forward. His eyes on the space where Jacob was all spread open, pressing his nose to the strip of skin just under Jacob’s balls and slowly, slowly tracking downward. Nuzzling against his hole like it was an old friend he was greeting after such a long time apart. Even though he’d just had Jacob last night. Even though he would have him over and over and over.
“I wish we had time to fuck,” Jacob said, mindless. He hadn’t meant to. His brain was so flushed with lust there was room inside for little else.
Sam pulled back just enough to shoot his gaze up at Jacob. “The second we wrap tonight, I’m taking you to bed and fucking you until you can’t remember your own name. How’s that sound?”
Jacob’s breath caught in his chest, and for a moment he was paralyzed. Lust flushing through him from the top of his head to the soles of his feet. He could practically feel it now, the phantom of it at least. The stretch of Sam’s cock splitting him in two, the only cock he’d ever taken, the one he wanted to have inside him for the rest of his life. Sometimes he thought he might be addicted. Sometimes he thought he’d never want anything as much as he wanted that.
“Sounds—”
Jacob had no hope of finishing his sentence. It was instant, the way his body responded to Sam lunging forward and pressing a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss right to his hole. His cock leaked and jumped, his heartbeat swelled like the rise of the ocean inside him. Sam, Sam, he thought. “Sam, Sam,” he whispered. His nerves lighting up like a sky full of fireworks when Sam began to roll his tongue against Jacob’s hole, nibble gently at his flesh, suck kisses against it until he was whimpering.
“Sam,” Jacob said a little too loudly, then moaned, his head all spinning with stars as Sam’s hands spread him wider and the tip of his tongue began to thrust in. Licking him, kissing him, making love to him…
The memory of his cock came again, the way it always felt when Sam bottomed out inside him. The stretch of it like nothing he’d ever known before, the way his nerves rang out like little bells as Sam filled him all the way to the brim. His whole body tingling with the remembrance of the last time Sam had fucked him—Jacob’s knees up over his shoulders, his body bent entirely in two. Sam’s hips thrusting like pistons over and over again. The relentless slam of Jacob’s flesh into the mattress until he started to come.
Jacob gasped when Sam reached up blindly and wrapped a hand around his dick. The sensation and the sight of it instantly overwhelming. It was like his dick had been made to fit exactly in Sam’s hand, like his flesh and Sam’s flesh had been carved from scratch to fit together. A shudder rippling through him as Sam’s hand stroked upward and to lick Jacob’s foreskin over the glans, the soft, broad pad of Sam’s thumb kissing over the slit.
His tongue and his hand worked in tandem and Jacob teetered right on the brink. A shiny veil of tears in his eyes, toes curling tightly against his feet as desire caught the base of his spine like a candle’s wick. Pleasure pulsing inside him and keeping perfect rhythm with Sam’s hand stroking along the length of his dick, that clever wrist of his flicking exactly the way he knew Jacob wanted. Making love to Jacob’s hole with the fat, wet curl of his tongue until he was soaked and dripping.
The world spun out. Jacob started to come. His dick jumping in Sam’s grip and making a mess of his fingers, what didn’t end up on Sam’s hand spattering upward to mark Jacob’s belly with a filthy constellation. The pleasure of it rising so high Jacob felt it behind his eyes and in his teeth, pulling on all his nerves until it was so intense he nearly wept. His cock leaking out its final gasp in Sam’s firm grip before the pleasure ended.
When it was over, he unfurled like a sad little flag, like a husk of himself on the couch. Watching through wavy vision as Sam sat back, took the hand he’d just jacked Jacob off with—the hand filthy with Jacob’s come—and wrapped it around his own cock at once. Beautiful, chest heaving and dappled with blush. Using Jacob’s come to slick himself as he stroked up along the shaft of his cock to the head, only needing a few little flicks of his wrist before he was coming himself.
Jacob couldn’t look away, he was mesmerized. Not even blinking as he watched Sam’s cock leap in his fist as he painted his belly and chest with his come. His mouth hanging open as the most glorious, dark-throated sounds tumbled out of him. It was like he was growling, singing. “Jacob,” he breathed when he was through, when the last drop had landed on his belly and he let his hand tumble away from himself. His eyes firmly on Jacob as he gulped air into his lungs, as his shoulders rose and fell.
“I would’ve given you a hand with that,” Jacob said, drawing Sam in and touching his hair the moment he moved close again. “Or a mouth…”
“Later,” was all Sam said, still breathless as he parked himself between Jacob’s legs and nestled his head against his thigh. And then, before either of them could even think say anything else—
There was a knock on the trailer door, a voice announcing Sam was needed in wardrobe. Endless hours stretching out before them. Day into night into day again. Jacob was already frantically planning when they might find a few minutes to sneak away and kiss.
“Well…” Sam lifted his face to shoot Jacob a sleepy little grin. “There we are.”
“Yeah,” Jacob said, and drew a hand along the top of Sam’s head. “Guess we should probably clean up and put on our pants.”
Sam hummed. “Yes, probably.” He sighed, pressed a kiss to Jacob’s thigh. “But I just need you to remember one thing.”
Jacob offered Sam a lopsided little smile. “Yeah? What’s that?”
Sam pulled back, sat back on his heels, swiped his come-covered hand through the mess on his chest, both of them swirling together on his skin. The thought of it made Jacob dizzy.
“The next time you have feelings about me kissing someone else in a fictional context, just remember you’re the only one who gets this.”
Jacob narrowed his gaze and laughed. “It would be a very different show if you were giving rim jobs to the rest of the cast.”
“Yeah,” Sam said, and now he was laughing too. “Exactly.”