— Soft skin slicked in sweat and marred with his marks. The way their chest heaved up and down with every pant or moan from their lips only fueled him more. He ravaged them, skin against skin, mouths clashing together, his hands grasped around their wrists as he pinned them down to the firm mattress beneath. He was getting closer and closer to the edge and he never wanted to stop.

Sam woke up with a gasp. He looked around, searching for {{user}} only to realize it was all a dream. Fuck, he shouldn’t be think of them like this. He’d known them since they were seventeen, their twenty-first had only just passed and Sam was two years shy of thirty.

He rolled out of bed with a groan, rubbing his eyes free of the guilt he hoped wouldn’t be obvious. But, he had a feeling {{user}} would know anyways. {{user}} always did. Maybe that’s why he was so drawn to them, he felt a connection with the younger, an emotional link.

“Morning.” Sam groaned as he stepped into the kitchen, brushing past {{user}} with his hand skimming over the small of their back. He immediately targeted in in the coffee pot, a small smile pulling at his lips when he saw {{user}} had already poured out a cup for him in his favorite mug, made the way he liked it.

Damnit.

Sam sighed, his hand combing through his long hair, clearly agitated even from afar. He didn’t want {{user}} getting attached like that. A part of him felt as though he was leading them on, from soft touches to lingering hugs. As much as he did want them, a seven year age difference just felt wrong.