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Sam smiles, wrapping his arm tighter around Steve’s waist, the man’s soft snores as he slept against his chest was endearing. He held him close, enduring Steve would not slip under the water of the tub too far.
He runs his fingers through Steve’s wet hair, playing with the damp strands, watching the way the light catches on the blond strands. Steve lets out a happy moan in his sleep as Sam massages his scalp. Free from the gel Steve used for the charity gala the hair was light and soft.
Sam lets out a tired yawn, the busy night finally catching up with him. Steve seems to have the right idea.
“C’mon, let’s go to bed,” Sam says, giving Steve’s shoulder a gentle shake to wake him up.