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For The First Time In Forever || Sam & Emerson 

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It was settled, then. Sam was bringing Lexi on a date with him and Emerson… her teacher. She was so young, and hopefully wouldn’t see the situation as strange. Besides, she liked Mr. Shmitt, as she’d so artfully told Sam at the dinner table the other night. There was hopefully no reason she would object to a night of Ferris Wheel rides and junk food with the newly budding couple. 

The words that escaped Emerson’s lips didn’t surprise Sam so much as calm him. He felt himself falling so fast for this man, afraid to show too much emotion and scare him away. But he liked him, too. There was hope that fast might be the right speed for them to be going at. “I like you, too,” he whispered, so quietly that even someone sitting in a nearby chair wouldn’t have heard. The words were for Emerson only, and Sam made sure they came across that way.

Emerson knew two weeks was a decent amount of time away, but he was already looking forward to the date. A fair, a guy he liked, and a little girl. How perfect? It would definitely be one to write home about, that was for sure.

Taking a deep breath, Emerson kissed Sam softly when he heard those words. I like you too. He wasn’t the only one feeling this. This was real. Who cared if it was fast. They knew what they wanted and they knew the other fit the bill. Emerson nuzzled into Sam’s chest and kissed his jaw. “This night has gone by far too fast,” he whispered longingly.

when inner scars, 
show on your face, 
and darkness hides, 
your sense of place, 
well I won’t speak, 
I will refrain and be the song, 
just be the song.

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For The First Time In Forever || Sam & Emerson 

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"A fair?!" Sam hadn’t been to a fair since he was a kid. It sounded like quite a lot of fun, especially after Emerson suggested he bring Lexi along. She loved rides, cotton candy, and spending far too much of Sam’s money trying to win stuffed animals. It was the perfect way to see how the other man got along with his daughter… just in case, one day, that relationship was inevitable.

"I love that idea. And I think Lexi will, too," he said with a tiny smile, kissing the tip of Emerson’s nose lightly. "It’s a great idea. I’ll make sure we’re both free." 

Emerson grinned at Sam once he realized Sam’s reaction to the idea was a good one. He didn’t think it was stupid which made Emerson like him even more. He’d had a few boyfriends that typically never liked his ideas. Taking a deep breath, Emerson nuzzled Sam’s nose. “G-good. Yeah. I’d like that.”

He knew there time was coming to a close and his heart was already setting into a longing for Sam even though he was still inches from him. Emerson was going to go crazy without this man. Please stay with me; don’t be like the others and stay. “Mmm,” he hummed softly, leaning in and kissing him so gently, “I like you.” 

Blackout || Emerson & Sam 

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For The First Time In Forever || Sam & Emerson 

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There was something so familiar, and yet unfamiliar at the same time, about lazing around on Emerson’s couch, kissing and snuggling and just being. It was so nice. But Sam had been a father since he was 25. He’d skipped the part of his life where he got to do this. And even now, his mind drifted back to his little girl, knowing that this would have to end soon enough.

"Two weeks from now?" Sam said into the kiss Emerson gave him. "Um, I’d have to double check my schedule, but probably nothing. Why?"

Emerson shut his eyes and let himself bask in their embrace. Being around one another like this felt so right. Snuggling was definitely something Emerson wanted more of. Blushing lightly, he pulled back and played with some of Sam’s hair. 

"Er well…there’s a small fair…coming to town. I wanted to go but..um…going by yourself seems lame. And despite the fact I’m a functioning adult who teaches children…I still like doing childish things." He licked his lips and nodded, burying in nose in Sam’s neck shyly. "Like fairs. I mean you could bring Lexi if you wanted to or..or you could just come or..whatever you’d want. If you even wanted to go with me. Yeah..fair." 

Blackout || Emerson & Sam 

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For The First Time In Forever || Sam & Emerson 

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Sam had absolutely no clue what Emerson was murmuring in French, but it didn’t matter. It sounded sexy, and wonderful, and it was so intimate no matter what it translated to. If he wanted to, he could probably mull it over, see if any of the words sounded similar to his native Portuguese, but he didn’t want to. Not at all. He just wanted to enjoy this moment with the other man.

"I do, too," he whispered, planting gentle kisses on Emerson’s earlobe and neck. He knew that wasn’t possible. He had to get home eventually, pay the sitter, and kiss his daughter goodnight- even though she was certainly asleep, he always promised to come in and kiss her. She’d wake up and see that her teddy bear, her first one from when she was a baby, had come down from her shelf and was sitting on the night table. It was his way of showing her he’d come home for her. And as much as he loved this with Emerson, he would go home to his daughter at the end of the night.

But a man could dream. That this would be their whole night, eventually just passing out comfortably, tangled up in one another. Waking up to soft kisses, cuddling with coffee. Maybe if Sam were younger. “But you know I can’t,” he admitted, his blue eyes turning to look into Emerson’s brown ones. “For a bit longer, though. A bit.”

Emerson wrapped his arms around Sam as he lazily kissed all over his skin, catching his lips every now and then and sighing at how good it felt. He hadn’t had someone to be intimate like this in so long that he felt like it would almost pain him to watch Sam walk out the door tonight. 

A small moan escaping his lips at the attention to his earlobe and neck, Emerson shut his eyes and ran his hands up and down Sam’s back. Sam had ties back home, Emerson had to keep reminding himself of that. But it was so difficult to do when he didn’t have any ties himself. His house was lonely. It was why he always stayed late at school. It was why he loved his class so much. Other than his mom, he really didn’t get much interaction going outside of work. And it was painfully clear to him tonight.

"I know," he whispered almost longingly, "I know." He nuzzled his nose into Sam’s neck, nibbled at his collarbone. Emerson gripped tighter at the hem of Sam’s shirt, his fingers grazing his bare skin. "What’re you doing two weeks from now?" he asked suddenly against Sam’s jaw, dragging his lips to his chin where he reached up and caught his lips. 

Blackout || Emerson & Sam 

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There was something just so satisfying about how well Emerson took each and every one of Sam’s orders, and so immediately, too. Within seconds, the other man was stripped down, just as Sam had requested. “Now, don’t look so self-conscious,” Sam cooed, making his way over to the other man. He tucked a hand under Emerson’s chin, lifting it up so they were eye to eye, as he scanned all of the man’s gorgeous, near-naked body. “I like what I see. A lot.”

Leaning in, Sam gently nipped at Emerson’s neck, leaving a tiny bite mark that would surely be gone in a few minutes. He’d leave a few more lasting ones later, but they were just getting started right now. “Now, you’re going to get on the bed, and lay back. I want a wrist or ankle spread to reach each bedpost. I’m going to find my bed restraints…”

Emerson quivered at Sam’s tone as he spoke. At least he liked the way Emerson looked. He’d always found himself a little too pale, a little too skinny, but somehow made it look like he was more confident when out in public. Here, in this small room, it was much different. He nodded his head an drooped his hands from behind him to not look so…conscious.

His next order was specific and Emerson felt his knees go weak and the mention of bed restraints. “Y-yes sir..” he rasped, going over to the bed and laying down, spreading his limbs. He felt vulnerable to the point where there’d be nothing but submissive when Sam took him. Which was probably just what he wanted. “I want you,” he whispered with want, almost whined, wondering if speaking out loud was that bad.

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Well, hello, handsome stranger.

Hello. Do you like what you see?

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Well, hello, handsome stranger.

Hello. Do you like what you see?

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