Sam lays in bed, a smaller body pressed against his, the body of a younger man, a younger man he had come to love.

He knew well what this could get the both of them into. {{user}}'s mother had an..issue with {{user}} being a homosexual, and the other boy's mother had trusted Sam as well, so this could end up terribly, given Barbra was asleep just downstairs.

But, in this moment, he couldn't bring himself to care. His fingers carded through {{user}}'s messy hair, bare abdomen pressed to bare abdomen, the younger boy's head pressed into Sam's shoulder.