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Sam watched Jacob slowly move forward and purposefully stood in the way. He made it so that in order for Jacob to get into his apartment, he would have to brush against him, and wanted to see his reaction during the process. 2

“Moving awfully slow aren’t you?” he asked as Jacob shifted the bag that was over his shoulder. Sam couldn’t help but wonder what was in it, but he was sure he would find out soon enough. 3

“Uh,” Jacob smiled shyly, “I am sorry. I can’t help but feel nervous around you. I don’t know why.” He finally made it to the doorway and began stepping through the spot. Sam lifted an arm, planting his palm into the door frame just in front of Jacob’s face. 4

“You’re nervous around me?” 5

Jacob stared at Sam’s forearm and licked his lips, again shifting the bag. “Yes.” 6

“I don’t want you to be nervous,” Sam shook his head but didn’t’ move out of the way. “So don’t be.” 7

“Alright,” Jacob turned his face so that he was looking up at Sam’s. “Don’t intimidate me.” 8

“You don’t know intimidation.” Sam smirked. 9

“No?” Jacob stepped into Sam on some moment of bravado and dropped the bag, kicking it into the room and putting his full attention on Sam. “Believe it or not, I do. But, I am trying here.” He reached up and ran the tip of his finger over Sam’s jaw, his light eyes flitting left and right. “You really are incredible to look at. Almost unbelievably so.” 10

Sam looked away, actually feeling a bit intimidated himself. He knew his face was nice, and was sick of hearing it actually. He wanted Jacob to be attracted to him, but it seemed he was enamored instead. Sam dropped his arm and turned, walking swiftly into the room and flopping down on the couch, trying to be as unattractive as possible.11

Jacob just stared at him, his eyes still admiring. 12

“Look,” Sam groaned and sat forward with his elbows on his knees, “Like I said, we need to talk so we may as well start with one thing first.” 13

“What?” Jacob walked in and shut the door lightly behind him before walking further into the room seeming unsure what to do with himself. To amuse himself, Sam smirked. 14

“Take your shirt off,” he said sitting back and setting his legs wide apart. 15

“What?” Jacob blushed. 16

“I don’t like it.” 17

“Uh…” 18

“So take it off.” 19

Jacob just stood there. 20

“Now see. You didn’t like that did you.” Sam smiled again, “Just like you didn’t like that, I don’t like to be told how fucking beautiful I am. So drop it.” 21

Jacob stared for a bit longer then smiled, “So, uh, then you don’t really not like my shirt?” 22

Sam burst out laughing, followed closely by Jacob who walked over and sat down next to Sam. After they both finally settled down and the silence set in, Sam turned to him, “What did you bring?” 23

“Stuff.” 24

“Stuff?” 25

“Yeah,” Jacob blushed, “just some stuff I need.” 26

Sam looked at Jacob and suddenly realized how good the guy looked. His hair was perfect, brushed forward in front, up in back and the shirt he had said he hated looked fabulous on him. He was instantly turned on when his eyes lit on the cute little silver belt around his slender waist, and he couldn’t help but reach out and run his finger of it. Jacob tensed and Sam pressed on. “You don’t want me to touch you?” 27

“Uh, It’s not that,” Jacob said shifting so that his belt was better accessible. 28

Sam leaned over and realized then how hot the room was. He mentally turned up the AC and smiled up at Jacob. “Can I kiss you?” 29

Jacob smiled. “Uh, yea, I guess.” 30

Sam cocked his head and smiled again, reaching up and running his finger down Jacob’s cheek. So warm. So sweet. “You guess?” 31

“Um, yea, if you want to, but aren’t you hungry?” 32

“Nervous Nelly,” Sam smiled, “Yes, I am hungry.” 33

“I brought some fruit.” Jacob sat forward but Sam pushed him back, leaning into him and pressing their lips together. The kiss was sweet and slow at first, but by the end, Sam was all but on top of Jacob with his tongue down his throat. Jacob pulled his face back, a hungry expression lighting on Sam. His arms came up and linked around Sam’s neck, “the fruit can wait,” he whispered, gripping Sam hair tightly and pulling him back to his mouth for another fevered kiss….34

To continue. 35