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Sam grabbed Harry by the arm and started leading him to the door as heaps of excuses and “c’mon, Sam!”s poured from Harry’s mouth.

“Harry, shut up,” Sam sighed, opening the door and pulling Harry outside. “You know I don’t want you coming in my bar.” Before he could slam the door in Harry’s face, Harry launched his hand forward.

“Sam, wait!” He looked into Sam’s eyes, his gaze slowly lowering down Sam’s nose, cheeks… and landing on his lips. He bit his own lip and looked back into Sam’s eyes, sighing.

“Oh, never mind. You probably don’t swing that way anyway.” Harry adjusted his hat and started up the stairs, leaving Sam stunned for a moment. Harry was halfway up the steps before Sam ran toward him and grabbed his arm again, turning him so they were facing each other. Sam checked to make sure nobody was at the top of the stairs, then glanced down to make sure nobody in the bar could see their faces.

Sam looked deep into Harry’s eyes like he was trying to burn a hole into his head. Harry had that innocent puppy dog look that drove Sam crazy. He always did have a thing for people who drove him crazy, so he wasn’t too surprised at himself when he tugged Harry forward and kissed him passionately, furiously.

When he pulled away, he yanked a pen and notepad from his pocket, scribbling down the name and address of a hotel.

“Meet me here in twenty minutes, say you’re with Malone,” he said, tearing the paper from the pad and shoving it at Harry, “I’ve got a couple things to take care of.” Harry glanced at the paper and smirked up at Sam.

“Whatever shall I wear?” He teased.

“Nothing,” Sam replied simply.

“I knew I’d get to you, Malone,” Harry winked, and before Sam had time to respond, he was gone. He rushed back down the steps, jumped over the bar, and rushed to the phone to make the reservation.

“Coach, you got the bar? Something came up, I’m gonna be gone for the rest of the night,” Sam said, dialing the phone.

“Sure, Sam,” Coach answered.

Cliff leaned over the bar as the phone rang in Sam’s ear. “So, Sammy, who’s the lucky lady?”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” Before Cliff could pester him more, Sam was holding up his finger and arranging for a room at the hotel.

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When Sam walked into the hotel room, both of them just paused and looked at one another. Harry had already begun undressing, but not down to nothing like Sam had suggested. He had draped himself across the bed, his pants unbuttoned and unzipped but still on. His shirt hung open, and there was an undershirt that he must have removed sitting on a chair next to his hat and tie.

His glasses sat on the nightstand, where the drawer was left open with a bible inside. Maybe Harry had grown bored of waiting– Sam had to take a bit longer than what he’d said to shake off interrogation from Diane– and decided to entertain himself with what was available.

Sam thought it was a tad ironic. He had never found the act of sex itself to be unholy, regardless of whether it was with a man or a woman, but he thought that might turn out to be different with Harry.

Finally, Harry decided to verbally acknowledge Sam’s presence.

“You’re late, Sam,” he commented, his voice low and calm as Sam walked closer to him.

“Yeah, I noticed,” Sam answered, and he didn’t speak another word before the two of them were ripping each other’s clothes off.

***

Harry had expected this. He didn’t think Sam would be the kind to just give in without a fight, so he was ready for a fight. Beyond ready.

He’d gotten Sam pinned to the bed by his wrists, scowling up at Harry. Sam hadn’t thought Harry could get any more smug. Harry hadn’t thought Sam could get any more beautiful. Not that he’d ever admit that.

“Harry,” Sam cautioned in a low tone, not realizing that he was squirming and panting just enough to give Harry exactly what he wanted. He came out on top, just like always. He reduced Sam to a sweaty, quivering mess beneath him.

“Yes, Sam?” Harry drawled, taking in Sam’s twitching and huffing.

Harry had let his guard down, not expecting Sam to easily pull his wrists from beneath Harry’s hands. For a moment in his hubris, Harry had forgotten his own physical abilities and those of the athlete he was up against just long enough for Sam to escape and pull Harry into his arms.

Now he was lying on top of Sam, their cocks pressing against each other as they both tried not to show how turned on they were. Sam had Harry pressed tightly against him, so he couldn’t get away. Harry thought about struggling, he even almost let a scowl show on his face, but he knew better than to give Sam what he wanted.

Sam’s hands traveled slowly down Harry’s back as he whispered in Harry’s ear.
“I bet I’m more observant than you think,” he purred. “I still remember the way you perked up when I touched you right… here…” Sam’s left hand found his way to Harry’s hip as the other gripped his ass, and just like that, Harry lost any advantage he had and moaned loudly into Sam’s ear, gripping the sheets beneath them as Sam chuckled quietly.

“Attaboy,” Sam murmured as Harry dug his knees into the bed, spreading his legs farther and pressing his dick against Sam’s. For once, Harry was speechless. Sam would have to take note of that. Maybe he’d start a list of all the things that could shut Harry up. He let his left hand follow his right, pushing Harry against him and taking in his whimpers and moans.

The condoms they had put on were so hard to notice that Sam wondered sometimes if they even worked at all or if going this long without knocking someone up or getting an STD was just dumb luck.

***

Sam gripped Harry's hips, guiding Harry as he rode him. Each thrust, from either one of them, made Harry moan. His head fell into Sam’s shoulder and Sam took that as an opportunity to start leaving hickeys on Harry's shoulder. Harry started whimpering between his moans. Sam was having the time of his life driving Harry wild like this.

When Sam thrust into Harry in time with biting Harry's ear, that's what drove Harry over the edge, legs shaking as he gripped Sam tightly and screamed his name.

Watching Harry shaking and screaming his name is what made Sam finish.

As Sam came down, he guided Harry off of his dick but let him keep straddling him as Harry, exhausted, simply fell onto Sam's chest.

"Har- oh, come on, Harry," Sam said, exasperated. "C'mon, get…"

Harry was already asleep. Sam just sighed, moving a hand to rub Harry’s back.

He supposed he could put up with this until Harry woke up. And maybe, just maybe, in the privacy of the hotel room, in the golden light of the sunset through the blinds, Sam could let himself enjoy holding Harry like this.