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It’s 3AM, and they should probably both be asleep by now, but it’s easy to get lost with Jacob, forget the time, the exhaustion of long filming nights throughout the week that seeps into the weekend. Maybe they’re jetlagged enough to be up at 3AM. Maybe it’s the abandoned horror movie marathon muted in the background, or maybe it’s Jacob lying on Sam’s bicep, giggling about something Sam said. Maybe it’s the empty bottle of wine sitting on the coffee table, or Sam’s heart racing as he looks at Jacob and marvels at his beauty, eyes flicking down to his lips for a brief moment before they’re on his beautiful doe eyes again. But most likely, it’s a mix of everything, every tiny detail of being with Jacob right in that moment that makes Sam forget he’s tired. It’s almost ridiculous how cliché it is; Sam losing sleep over his crush on his best friend because being with him is better than anything his dreams could realistically come up with.
It’s just a silly little crush, he keeps telling himself. Just the circumstances, the long nights, the many stage kisses they shared, mixed with the fact that for a very, very long time he hasn’t felt this close to anyone. He likes to think of himself as someone who doesn’t overshare, who’s able to deal with his emotions himself, but everything’s different when it comes to Jacob. Suddenly, he wants to share parts of himself he’s only ever admitted in his own mind when nobody was watching, finds himself craving the intimacy this secret knowledge brings. And it has brought them closer, made them quite inseparable, as their co-stars would certainly agree.
“Hm?” Jacob hums in question with a curious smile, drawing Sam out of his daydream. He shakes his head and pulls his gaze away from him.
“Oh, nothing, sorry. Just got lost in thoughts.”
“Yeah?” Under any other circumstance, Sam would have probably described his tone as flirtatious. That low, warm voice, a hint of a smile, a teasing note. But it’s just the wine. It loosens them both up, makes it so much more tempting to start crossing boundaries. “What are you thinking of?”
Sam shakes his head again. “Nothing. Just... thinking about work,” he lies. It’s a white lie, it’s fine. But then he realizes his implications – they just spent the majority of the day shooting a particularly intense love scene. It was Louis and Lestat’s first time getting together in over eighty years, a beautifully choreographed sex scene full of passion and love, which in essence means he spent hours naked on top of Jacob, kissing him and pretending to make love to him, all while surrounded by about a dozen crew members shouting directions at them. He’d never describe those moments as particularly pleasurable, but it’s funny how his brain ignores the bystanders and is flooded with memories of the taste of his lips, his skin, what it felt like to be held by Jacob, touched by him in a way he knows he’d never get to experience in real life. It’s funny how his brain manages to twist every experience into a romantic fantasy.
Jacob just watches him, the amused expression still on his face, until he finally speaks up. “Got another bottle?”
“Oh, um. Sure.” He untangles from Jacob and makes his way to the fridge. They should definitely be sleeping right now, but between six hours of unconsciousness and sharing wine and deep conversations with Jacob, he knows which one he prefers. He’ll have more than enough time to catch up on sleep when filming ends.
He grabs his last bottle of Riesling and brings it back to Jacob.
“This okay?” He holds the bottle up, presenting it like a sommelier, making Jacob giggle.
“Sure!” He holds out his hands and Sam unscrews the cap and gives it to him. He takes a swig and hands it back to Sam. “Oh, that’s good. Is that the same one we had in Prague?”
Sam looks at the bottle like he didn’t specifically look for the same brand but wasn’t able find it at the store. “Not the exact same, no. Unfortunately.”
“Aw. It tastes really similar, though.”
Sam keeps his gaze on Jacob as he tries it, and really, it’s sweet just like the one he’d looked for.
“Mhmmm. You’re right. Close enough?”
Jacob just smiles and looks down, and maybe if it weren’t so dark in the room, he’d see him blush. He has seen him blush on a couple occasions.
“It’s a shame we can’t teleport,” he begins after a while. “I’d zap us straight to Prague.”
Now it’s Sam’s turn to blush. He can feel his cheeks heating up, but at least the only light source is coming from the movie on the screen. He can’t hold back his smile, either.
“Why Prague?”
The back of Jacob’s hand brushes his, and he half expects him to pull away, but he just lets it rest there and shrugs.
“It was nice. I really enjoyed our time there.”
It may have been nice for Jacob, but for Sam Prague was where for the first time he admitted his feelings to himself. He can’t say he fell in love, no, he developed a very casual crush on his best friend and enjoyed their nightly dinner dates. It was, like Jacob said, nice.
“Where would you go if you could teleport anywhere?”
Sam contemplates as Jacob takes the bottle and takes another sip. He tries not to think about how little Jacob cares about placing his lips right where Sam’s were just a few moments ago.
“I don’t know,” he finally says, not because he doesn’t know but because there’s no way he can think about anything when Jacob’s right next to him. “Prague too, probably.”
Jacob smiles and takes another sip, then hands the bottle back to Sam. He brings it to his lips, too. For a moment he thinks about how he’s always had an aversion to sharing glasses with anyone, but once again: with Jacob, everything’s different.
“Can I ask you something?”
Sam raises his eyebrows and nods before he even processed the question. He sets the bottle down on the table and turns to face Jacob, giving him his full attention. “Of course.” There’s a hint of anxiety in Jacob’s voice that makes Sam’s heart hammer against his ribcage. “Are you okay? Is everything alright?”
“Yeah,” he says, the tension still apparent. “Yeah, yeah. I was just thinking about something... Been thinking about it for a while...”
Instinctively, Sam’s hand lands on Jacob’s to comfort him. He leaves it there. “What is it?”
Jacob averts his gaze and bites his lip, hesitating.
“Have you been with lots of men before?”
The question takes him completely off-guard and he bursts into a laugh, both from the surprise element and the sudden relief of tension. “ That’s what you’ve been wondering about? Is that it? I was worried there for a second! Is this keeping you up at night?” he jokes, making Jacob chuckle.
“No,” he says, still laughing. His face always lights up when he laughs. Just one more reason Sam fell in love – developed a crush – on him. “No, I’m getting there. Just answer the question.”
“I don’t know.” He shrugs, a smile tugging at his lips, desperately curious where this conversation is going. “What’s a lot to you? I’ve had four boyfriends. A few more hookups, not sure how many exactly.”
“What’s it like?” Jacob’s face is serious again, any trace of a laugh completely wiped away now. He grabs the bottle again and takes a sip, and Sam can tell he’s trying to appear nonchalant but he’s nervous. Still, Sam’s heart skips a beat, because why would he ask that? His brain is running at a thousand miles an hour trying to come up with an explanation that’s not the most obvious one he can think of right now. But sometimes, when they’re tipsy, they get like this, asking each other things they’re not brave enough to ask sober, so he tries not to think about it too much.
“It works like... love.” He mirrors Jacob’s own line from the show, but the curiosity in his eyes makes him want to give a more honest answer. “It’s similar to being with a woman. Obviously, you go about it slightly differently, but it’s – it’s different when you bottom, though.” He only realizes when he’s done speaking that he was perhaps a little too explicit with his answer, but Jacob looks at him with the same curiosity in his eyes as before. So hesitantly, he keeps going. “I usually top though, so I’m not sure I’m the best to talk about this.”
“But you have bottomed before, yes?”
Sam chuckles at the sheer silliness of the moment. Him and Jacob, a little more than tipsy but not quite drunk, talking openly about his sex preferences. Actually, thinking about it now, it’s remarkable how rarely they’ve talked so openly about things like that for how close they are. He can’t lie, though. He’s enjoying it. “Yeah,” he nods in answer to his question. “A few times.”
“Does it feel good?”
“Why, do you wanna try it?” The question leaves his mouth before he can even think about it. It’s a stupid offer, and just as expected, Jacob laughs it off. It was a joke anyway. “Yeah,” he answers in response to the original question instead. “I suppose it does when you do it right.” He takes the bottle from Jacob and takes a sip, the sweetness turning into warmth in his chest. “I had a boyfriend who didn’t do it right the first time. It hurt like hell. I was really scared to try again after, and I was never really able to enjoy it, don’t know why cause it does feel good. But seriously, Jake. Why do you ask?”
Jacob looks away. “I think... some things have become clear to me over the past years of doing Interview. I think I relate to Louis much more than I thought I did when I took the role.”
Sam frowns, a small gasp escaping his lips but he tries not to jump to conclusions straight away when he didn’t say it outright. “What do you mean?”
Jacob looks back at him. “I think I’m bi. Maybe. I don’t know.” He lets out a sigh. “I’m trying to figure it out. I thought maybe now that I’m single again, I could... try things out. See if I like it. If it does anything for me.”
Sam’s heart clenches and for a moment he thinks it’s going to stop, but he feels it beating hard against his ribcage again. Still, he decides not to make the confession into a big deal. “Have you ever been attracted to a man?”
“I think so?” Jacob shrugs. “I don’t know. I think I have. But I’ve kissed you so many times now, and I think... Not to sound like a creep, but I kinda like it. I enjoy it.”
Sam bites his lip and his heart does its thing again. He tries not to get too jealous over whoever had won Jacob’s heart, or just a tiny part of it to make him question.
“I don’t know if it’s just because I’m having fun filming with you,” Jacob continues. “I also enjoy all the other scenes we do together. But it’s also, like, not real, so I don’t know. It’s so choreographed and I focus on Louis’ feelings, not my own. Maybe it’s just another case of character bleed.”
“Do you think it is?” Sam asks, his mouth dry. He can’t keep his eyes from flicking down to Jacob’s lips again. He really shouldn’t be drinking when he’s trying to keep his composure.
Jacob contemplates for a moment, then shakes his head. “No. I’ve... kind of always had this weird sense that the show is helping me live out certain parts of myself that I never really knew I... was feeling.”
Sam tries to gather his thoughts. Jacob is bi. Probably – he doesn’t want to jinx it. And he expressed curiosity about being with a man? Sam is a man. He can help.
He shrugs without even meaning to, and the words just fall out of his mouth completely on impulse. “If you’re curious, I’d be happy to help you out.”
A small gasp escapes Jacob’s lips, followed by a weak laugh. He thinks Sam’s joking, but when Sam doesn’t burst out laughing, his face turns serious again. “Wait. What?”
“Yeah.” He shrugs again, trying to play it off as just something casual. He can’t take it back, not when he already said it. He can’t burst out laughing now and say it was a joke, not when Jacob already took it seriously. And it wasn’t a joke. It was, granted, a drunken proposition that he would never in a million years have said sober, but he would’ve for sure thought it. The only difference is that now, his thoughts are out there. “We don’t have to,” he says, to give him the option to decline without much pressure. “But we just spent hours pretending to fuck, we might as well do it for real.” The words are tumbling out of his mouth and he can’t stop them. Maybe the wine was a mistake. Maybe the thoughts should’ve stayed confined to his mind only.
“Oh, wow,” Jacob whispers, his voice slightly panicked. A part of Sam regrets having made the offer, merely because the last thing he wants is to freak him out or make things weird between them.
“No pressure!” He raises his hands in defense. “I just wanna help you out. As a friend. But it’s cool if you don’t want to. I didn’t wanna make things weird, sorry.”
“No, no, you didn’t make it weird,” Jacob quickly says. “I just... I think I want to? But...” He chuckles, eyeing the bottle of wine still in Sam’s hands. “I don’t think I should be making any decisions right now. And neither should you. Let’s talk tomorrow and if we still feel the same way, we’ll arrange something.”
“Sure.” Sam nods, trying not to sound too disappointed. But surely if he’s been thinking about it for a while, he’s not going to change his mind overnight about it? Not about his sexuality, Sam reminds himself. But potentially about whether or not he wants to sleep with him. Still, he gives him a content smile and puts an arm around his shoulders, pulling him into a half hug, and presses his lips to his temple. “Thank you for telling me.”
Jacob melts into the touch, putting his head on his shoulder and just letting himself be held. Sam closes his eyes and tries to memorize this moment, only letting go when Jacob leans back again.
“Thank you,” he says. “I can’t think of anyone else I could’ve told.”
Is it betrayal if he doesn’t tell him he’s in love with him? No, he decides. His own feelings don’t matter. This is about Jacob, and Jacob only. Sam genuinely wants to help him, and he figures he would’ve offered the same thing if he only had platonic feelings for him. This isn’t for his own gain, and that is one of the few things he’s ever been completely certain about. He loves Jacob, in every way you can love a person, and if Jacob wants to try things with another man, then, well – he’s going to be right there. And he’s going to be a fucking professional about it.
It takes him a while after waking up the next morning to remind himself of the conversation they had, and the second he remembers he just wants to sink into the ground and never come up again. Why the fuck would he propose something so dumb? Put himself out there, just to inevitably get rejected. He told him no pressure, and of course he wants Jacob to do what he thinks is best for him, but he also knows the rejection is going to sting when it comes.
He eyes Jacob next to him as they brush their teeth together, waiting for him to mention it offhandedly and laugh about what a silly idea they had while drunk, and what a funny anecdote that would make to tell Assad, or maybe even Eric. He hopes even when he gets rejected it will stay between them. He couldn’t stand the jokes and the teasing from everyone on set. Like yeah, it’s so funny how he offered to fuck Jacob after they shared one and a half bottles of wine. Fucking hilarious . But thankfully, Jacob doesn’t mention it.
They’re on set, and Sam’s heart threatens to leap out of his chest every time Jacob comes up to him. He didn’t think this through – if he gets rejected while on set, he’s not sure he can continue to give the scenes his everything. Maybe Jacob secretly knows, and that’s why he hasn’t mentioned it yet. Maybe he can sense his anxiety somehow.
It’s dark, and Sam just had his fourth coffee that day. Still three hours to go until they can go back to Sam’s place and decompress. Three hours until his rejection.
It’s been seven hours and Jacob still hasn’t said anything about it, so Sam figures he’s not going to. It eases his anxiety a little, and so he’s able to give Jacob a genuine smile as he approaches him this time.
He points to the empty cup on his chair and chuckles. “How many have you had? Aren’t you, like, bouncing off the walls right now?”
“I guess I’m used to it,” he says, chuckling. “It’s probably unhealthy to be drinking that much caffeine.”
“Probably?” Jacob’s face contorts to match the sarcasm in his voice. “I can tell you right now it’s not good for you.”
Sam huffs out another laugh and shrugs. “Oh well. It does help though.”
“Sure.” Jacob gives him a warm smile now. Sam’s secret favorite kind. “But I also want you to be sober enough for tonight.”
“Coffee doesn’t get you drunk,” Sam replies as a kneejerk response before he realizes what Jacob said. His heart almost stops – on second thought, maybe these weird heart palpitations he’s been having are due to his ridiculous caffeine consumption. It certainly isn’t helping. “Wait. What do you mean?”
“Well...” Jacob averts his gaze and leans with his back against the wall. “I’ve been thinking about your... proposition... last night...”
Sam blinks, suddenly forgetting how to breathe. Here it comes. “Yeah?” Thankfully, it doesn’t sound as choked out as he thought it would.
“Yeah... I wanna do it. If you want to, of course.”
“Yes!” Sam says, immediately regretting how quickly he answered. “Yeah,” he adds, a little more composed now. “I do. If it helps you figure things out... I’m down.”
“Yeah...” Jacob says again, chewing on his lip. “I think things would be a lot clearer if I wasn’t playing Louis. I just want to make sure it’s not character bleed. I don’t think it is, thinking back now I think I’ve always kinda been into guys, but... yeah.” He pushes himself away from the wall. “Anyway, um. I’m done now, actually. For today. I’m going home to take a shower, and, um. Are you free tonight?”
Tonight? Oh god. “Yeah!” he says. “Of course. My place?”
Jacob nods. “Yeah.” He looks like he wants to go, but hesitates, until finally, he sighs. “This isn’t gonna make things weird between us, right? I don’t think I could handle that.”
“No, of course not.” No matter what he feels for Jacob, this is his number one priority, and he’s glad Jacob brought it up. “We’re best friends and you’re curious. We’ll just have sex, you tell me if you liked it, and then we’ll forget about it and go by our days as usual.”
Jacob closes his eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath, then wraps his arms around Sam in a tight hug.
“Thanks, love.”
Sam ignores the butterflies in his stomach at the nickname.
“Of course.”
He plants a kiss on his cheek before he leaves.
Jacob panics. It’s not that he suddenly changed his mind and doesn’t want to do it anymore, it’s quite the opposite. It scares him just how excited he is.
Is it going to be different because Sam’s a friend? Is he going to have fun regardless of his sexual orientation? His thoughts are spinning wild in his mind, but he comes to the conclusion that he should still be able to tell if he’s attracted to men even if Sam is a very particular man who’d turned his life upside down.
When he took on the role of Louis de Pointe du Lac, Jacob never expected to develop feelings for the actor who would play Lestat de Lioncourt. He didn’t even know he was bisexual then, many repressed thoughts and feelings be thanked. Now he knows – suspects – it. It was Sam who opened up his eyes to the possibility of him being attracted to more than one gender, and then suddenly, everything started to make sense: from his innocent elementary school crush on a boy he considered his best friend at the time, to thoughts he played off as intrusive fantasies as a teenager. Still, there’s a sliver of doubt. What if it’s his mind playing tricks on him? What if he’s been too focused on diving into Louis’ emotions that he’s misinterpreting very normal situations everyone goes through and doesn’t think twice about? What if he’s conflating platonic love with something more just because he’s never been this close to anyone before? What if he just enjoys kissing Sam because he enjoys kissing in general – the chemical reaction in the brain is the same after all, no matter who he’s kissing.
At this point, will having sex with Sam even help him figure things out, or will it just be another case of ‘oh, it’s different because it’s with Sam’?
He shakes his head to shake off his thoughts. He just took a shower and he’s in his bathrobe in front of his closet picking out an outfit. Should he wear something sexy? No, that’s ridiculous, it’s not a date. Something easy to take off? Probably, but when he eyes his pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, he grows unsure. He doesn’t want his clothes to be a turn off after all. So he settles for the middle ground, a white shirt and stone washed dark jeans, a little on the baggy side but still flattering. As he puts it on, he realizes that the pants do sit pretty low on his hips... so his outfit is easy to take off and sexy. Good. That’s exactly what he was going for.
He checks the time – twenty minutes until he should be at Sam’s. He should probably get going. He takes one more look in the mirror, flattens a piece of hair sticking out, and nods to himself. It’s going to be okay. Whatever happens, he’s with Sam. He’s safe.
The notification pops up on his phone – his uber is here. So he takes a deep breath, grabs his keys and leaves his flat.
He tries not to think about it in the uber, mindlessly scrolling through his phone’s camera roll, smiling at the set pictures he took the other day. There’s Sam, shirtless, golden body glitter scattered on his chest, and he’s giving the camera a loving smile with his eyes crinkling at the corners. Jacob can’t help but smile too as the familiar warmth overwhelms his chest. His love for Sam goes beyond any standard definitions of love.
His best guess is that it’s not strictly platonic, but not strictly romantic either. It’s a mix of both, maybe a third kind that hasn’t been invented yet. All he knows is that he loves him, in whatever way it’s possible to love someone.
When the driver drops him off, he slips his phone back into his pocket and takes a deep breath. His thoughts are spiraling again, but he tries to focus on the fact that afterwards, he’ll know for sure.
His fingers press the doorbell through muscle memory, his mind somewhere else entirely. Would it have been better to hook up with a stranger? But he’s not the type for one-night-stands. He trusts Sam, and he actually loves the fact that his first time with a man is going to be with someone he trusts so deeply.
The door buzzes open, and then, without realizing, he finds himself in the lift and then he’s knocking on Sam’s door.
A huge part of his anxiety fades away the moment he sees Sam. He looks at him with that sweet smile Jacob loves so much, the same one he had in the picture, and then he’s engulfing him in a loving embrace, Jacob’s arms around his neck, his face pressed to the side of his head. He notices a hint of citrus under the familiar scent of his deodorant.
“Mhmmm,” he hums. “You smell nice.”
Sam lets out a small chuckle. “Thanks. You too.”
He leans back and watches as Sam closes the door and turns back to face him. He’s gorgeous, his light blue shirt tight around his chest, the color making his eyes pop and his blond hair shine even more golden. He’s wearing sweatpants, ones that accentuate his body just right, making him think that maybe wearing sweatpants wouldn’t have been a turn off after all. Or maybe that’s just the effect Sam has on him.
“You okay?” Sam asks, eyebrows furrowed in concern. “Are you nervous?”
Jacob pulls his gaze back up to his eyes. “A little,” he admits. “But I’m actually glad it’s you.”
For a split second, it looks like Sam’s breath hitches in a small gasp, but maybe he just imagined it.
“Come on,” he says after a moment, nodding towards his bedroom before he leads the way.
Jacob takes a deep breath when Sam sits down on his bed, patting the spot next to him for Jacob to sit. He does, still avoiding Sam’s gaze until he puts an arm around him and kisses his temple. It’s just a stupid kiss on his forehead, so why is his heart racing from it?
“We’ll take it slow, okay?”
“I’m not worried about that.” He makes a face, almost offended, making Sam chuckle. “I can handle it. But, like – what are your boundaries?”
Sam blinks. “What do you mean?”
“Can I, like, kiss you? Anywhere you don’t wanna be touched?”
“Oh, um. Anything’s fine with me. What about you?”
“Yeah.” Jacob nods, a small exhale of relief escaping his lips. He didn’t even notice just how tense he got with the question. “Same with me.” His heart is pounding in his chest. It’s silly, really, to be so nervous and excited at the same time.
Jacob watches as Sam chews on his lip, contemplating, then finally speaks up. “I had an idea. A thought. I thought it could get a little awkward if we talk about it and then jump straight in so I thought it could happen organically? We could make out for a while and just go with the flow? Do what feels right in the moment?”
“Yeah.” Jacob nods, more tension slowly leaving his body. He looks over at Sam, his eyes flicking down to his lips that he can’t wait to kiss again. “Sounds good.”
“Didn’t want it to feel like a choreographed scene,” Sam explains. “Didn’t think you’d get anything out of it if it feels fake.”
“Yeah.” He nods again. “It wouldn’t be any different from filming, and that’s what got me confused in the first place. But how –” He frowns. “How did you realize you were bi? Have you always known? Or was there one particular event that made you realize?”
Sam huffs out a laugh. “I’ve always kind of known, I guess? Looking back now, yeah. But I did suppress it growing up. I had a close friend, and we would hang out a lot, and I remember just thinking about what it would be like to kiss him. I never did, but it was just something I thought about a lot. But I was also still attracted to girls. And then I read Interview, and... it was kind of the first time I learned about the concept of bisexuality. Everything just started making so much sense.”
“Huh...” Jacob hums absent-mindedly, then looks back at Sam. “It’s funny how Anne Rice is part of both of our coming out stories.” He chuckles. “If my feelings are my own and it’s not just character bleed. I’m, like, 90% sure I’m bi, but... yeah.”
For a moment, Sam just gazes lovingly at Jacob. It’s that smile that makes him feel all fuzzy on the inside. “Okay,” he finally says after a while. He turns to face Jacob and gently places his hand on his face, blue eyes fixed on his. His thumb traces along his bottom lip, and it takes all of Jacob’s willpower not to melt into the touch. “Relax, love.”
Sam has never called him love before, and the new pet name leaves a tingling sensation in his stomach. Is this how Sam feels whenever he calls him love? No, it can’t be. It’s just him.
“Just let yourself go,” he says, and when Jacob gives a weak nod, he leans in and closes the distance between them.
By now, he has kissed Sam hundreds of times. Several takes during the actual scenes, many, many preceding ones during rehearsals. He’s perfectly familiar with the way he kisses, the way his lips taste, the way he usually sucks on his bottom lip and gently adds tongue as the kisses get progressively more passionate. Only now, he’s not playing Lestat. He’s kissing Sam, and whatever Sam does now is his own preference, and his preference only.
But just like Lestat, he keeps his hands on his face as he kisses him, and when Jacob parts his lips a little to let out a tiny gasp, he takes it as an opportunity to kiss his mouth open with his tongue.
There’s the same flutter in his chest that he feels every time he kisses Sam on set. He’s never experienced that with any other costar before. As a tell, that should’ve sufficed.
He buries his hands in Sam’s long hair, holding him close, kissing him back like he’s been longing to do the whole day. It’s bittersweet, in a way, to think that this is the only time he’ll ever experience it.
Sam’s kisses are a little rougher, more needy than Lestat’s, he notices. It’s not a huge difference, but after three years of kissing Lestat, he immediately catches the harder press of his lips, and the way he’s much less restrained with his tongue. The shift makes Jacob’s heart pound even harder against his ribcage, because this is real, now.
Without breaking the kiss, Jacob kicks off his shoes and kneels on the bed, leaning in closer, almost straddling Sam whose hands are now on his back, holding him, leaving a thousand sparks right where his palms lie flat against his shirt. It feels hot – is it hot? He’s just about to break the kiss to take off his shirt when Sam’s hands glide down his back and up his bare skin, settling on his waist. He lets out a small whimper at the sensation.
“You okay?” Sam pants against his mouth, his breath hot, his lips slick with Jacob’s spit. Jacob tries not to focus too much on that detail.
He nods, tilting his head the other way and kissing him again. “Yeah,” he breathes. “More than.”
He lets his own hands glide down Sam’s body as his slide further up his back, his mouth worshipping his neck now. On impulse, he almost tells Sam not to leave any marks, but he stops himself as he realizes he actually wants him to, imagines waking up tomorrow morning to see the gorgeous remnants of tonight’s activity. Something to remind him that it actually happened and he didn’t just dream it.
He lets his hands rest on his waist, feeling the toned muscles under his fingertips through the thin fabric of his shirt. He wants him skin to skin, so tentatively, with Sam’s proposition in the back of his mind to just do what feels right in the moment, he takes hold of the hem and slowly pulls it up. And just like a call and response, Sam breaks away from the kiss and lets Jacob take off his shirt.
Jacob has never made it a secret how beautiful he thinks Sam is. He showers him in compliments as often as he can, enjoys the blush that spreads on Sam’s face when he does. But now, in the dimly lit bedroom, the moonlight leaving a silver hue on his body, his beauty strikes him thousandfold.
“Fuck, Sam,” he gasps, fingertips tracing along his collarbone, then down his chest, some residue body glitter catching the light and shimmering. “My god.” Sam opens his mouth, in protest he assumes, but he holds up a finger. “Shh. Don’t even bother. Just let me be attracted to you for a moment.”
Unfortunately, the dim light that makes his body look so godly doesn’t allow him to catch the flush of his cheeks that’s probably spreading right now. Sam smiles, and it’s that cute, scrunchy smile he’s seen on Lestat’s face a couple of times, and he lets his instincts guide him to kiss it off.
The kiss doesn’t last long, though. Sam’s hands drag his shirt up to his chest, and then he has to break it so Sam can pull it over his head and toss it to the ground.
For a moment they just look at each other, Sam’s pupils blown, their chests heaving. His lips already look swollen from kissing, and Jacob wants more, but his body is also calling to him, so he worships that first, trailing kisses from his neck down to his clavicle and chest, Sam’s soft gasps filling the air. He pushes him down to lie on his back, straddles him properly now, notices the tented sweatpants mirroring his own tightness in his jeans. But it’s his moans as he licks over his nipple and leaves a bruise right above his heart that make the tightness unbearable.
An insatiable desire fills his gut, leaving tingles all over his body as he leans back to admire his love bite. It’s faint, still, but will no doubt fully show up on his skin tomorrow morning. But his eyes are drawn down, down his abs, his navel, down along the lovely patch of hair he’s allowed to keep for filming now that dips into the waistband of his pants. Jacob hooks his fingers into the band, eyes darting up to meet Sam’s gaze. He gives a light nod, so he pulls them down, slowly revealing more of the treasure trail until his dick springs free, already leaking, and that’s the only detail Jacob allows himself to see before he focuses back on tugging off his sweatpants because if he stopped to admire the sight, he would not be able to do anything else.
And with his pants on the floor, he can finally focus back on Sam, and what an absolute fucking sight he is. Fully naked now, gazing up at him with dark eyes, his lips red and slightly parted, his chest heaving with heavy breaths, his dick hard enough that the head is almost touching his stomach, precum dripping on his skin right underneath. He wants nothing more than to lick it off. But he needs to work his way up to it, wants to get Sam writhing underneath him, begging him to get his mouth on him. He presses gentle kisses to his abs, the muscles even tighter under his sensitive lips, and works his way down to his navel, buries his nose in the patch of hair for a moment, taking in his musky scent that’s just Sam in his purest form, his hands resting on his waist before they travel down to grab his ass, and when he lets out a light groan, Jacob’s eyes flick up to meet his.
“You okay, baby?” he asks.
“Yeah,” Sam croaks. “You can – if you want –”
That’s all Jacob needs to hear. Carefully, he wraps his fingers around his cock and brings it to his lips. He presses a gentle kiss to it first, eyes glancing up to check if Sam is okay just to see his head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, and little gasps falling from his lips. And when he drags his tongue along the underside of his cock and takes the head in his mouth, he lets out the most delightful moan.
Jacob didn’t know what to expect, but now he knows that every inch of his skin tastes absolutely delicious.
He puts his whole focus on Sam’s pleasure, now. He pays close attention to his reactions, his gasps and moans, the way he buries his fists in the bedsheets when he takes him almost whole, the way his whole body shudders when Jacob hums, sending the vibrations straight back to him. But then, Sam’s voice draws him out of the haze.
“Jake,” he whimpers. “Jake –”
Jacob immediately leans back, drawing out another whimper.
“I’m gonna come. Still need to fuck you.”
The low rumble of his voice does unspeakable things to Jacob’s body, but he sits back and lets Sam prop himself up, too.
He drags himself over to Jacob, places his hand on the back of his neck and kisses him, stealing the aftertaste of himself right off his tongue. Then his hand travels down to the front of his jeans and he gently palms him through the rough fabric, making him break the kiss to moan into his mouth.
He’s been so focused on making Sam feel good that he completely ignored how painful his own state was. But now that Sam’s touching him, granting him the tiniest bit of relief, he needs to get out of his clothes. With weak hands, he fumbles with the buttons, but Sam seems to understand what he wants regardless. Quickly, he unbuttons them and guides Jacob to lie on his back before he can finally tug them off completely.
Jacob whimpers at the loss of friction, but moans when Sam’s hand is on his dick again, palming him through his boxer briefs now. But then he lets his hand travel up until it’s on his waist and he leans in, pressing a lingering kiss right above the waistband, then another right next to it, and another. Jacob moans in impatience and once again Sam understands, hovers over his dick for a moment before he leans in and presses his mouth right to the fabric.
“Stop teasing me,” Jacob gasps – begs , almost, making Sam chuckle. Jacob bites his lip, a metallic taste in his mouth.
“Let’s get you out of these, yeah?” Sam hooks his fingers into the waistband of his briefs, then glances up at Jacob. There’s not much else he can do but nod frantically and watch as Sam slowly pulls down his underwear and then stops to admire him. His cheeks burn hot under his gaze, even hotter when his dick twitches and Sam’s breath stutters. “Mhmmm,” he hums, seemingly content. “God, Jacob .”
He wraps his fingers around his dick and gives him a few slow strokes, making Jacob throw his head back into the pillow and let out a long moan.
“How do you wanna do this, baby?” His voice is low and slurred, his accent heavier than usual; Jacob can barely make out the words he’s saying. “Do you just want me to get you off or –”
“I want you to fuck me,” he says, hoping he didn’t interrupt an even better proposal. “I want to feel you. I want you to come inside me.” Under any other circumstances, this would be a ridiculous thing to say to your best friend. But they’re not friends, right now. For the hour, they’re everything they can possibly be to each other and more.
A hint of a smirk spreads on Sam’s lips, and god, how he’d love to know what he’s thinking right now.
“You sure you don’t want me to use a condom?”
“Yes.” Jacob nods again. “Unless you want to.”
The thought of Sam inside him with no latex obstruction makes him squirm in anticipation, just like Sam’s hand leaving his waist and traveling back down towards his ass, his skilled fingers finding his hole instantly. He shivers when Sam’s fingertip prods at the rim, just gently applying pressure, not inserting just yet. Jacob inhales a few shaky breaths and then Sam sits back on his heels and leans over open the bedside table drawer. Jacob just watches him, heavy breaths falling from his lips as he admires his body – the curve of his back, all the muscles he knows he’s worked really hard for in preparation for this season. And then, his gaze falls on his ass, and for a moment his mind flashes with all the things he’d like to do to him before he remembers he doesn’t like being topped. Either way, this is the only time they’re ever going to be together like this. There’s no point in fantasizing.
After a moment of rummaging through the drawer, Sam turns back around with a small bottle of lube in his hand. He squeezes some of it onto his fingers and returns back to his position between Jacob’s legs.
Jacob’s breath hitches when he feels something cold against his hole, and then Sam is kissing his chest again as his finger slides in completely, already filling him up so well. His cheeks flush hot again as he questions how on earth he’s supposed to take Sam if a single finger already feels so good.
“Does it feel good, baby?” Sam hums against his skin and Jacob nods before he realizes he can’t see him with his face pressed to his chest.
“So good,” he gasps, and suddenly, he feels brave. “More.”
It burns when Sam adds a second finger, and he can’t hold back the whimpers falling from his mouth. He grips onto Sam’s back for support, but the burn soon turns into pleasure as his muscles adjust to being stretched like this.
“Fuck,” he pants, making Sam slow down his movements and look up in concern. “No, no, please. Keep going.”
Sam leans up to press a messy kiss to his mouth, then trails his kisses over the side of his neck down his chest and his stomach, stopping right above where his dick lies neglected against his belly.
“Can I – ?” He glances up, meeting Jacob’s gaze. His hands are tangled in Sam’s hair, and the sight of him on top of Jacob, looking up at him through those ridiculously long blond lashes, is the most exquisite view Jacob has seen in a very, very long time, if ever. But when he nods, Sam licks up the entirety of his length and takes him in his mouth, and now that is a sight Jacob hopes will haunt him in his dreams every night until the day he dies. He has to fight every urge not to squeeze his eyes shut and toss his head back because he wants this image ingrained in his memory forever.
“Fuck, Sam,” he gasps. “You’re so hot like this.”
He can’t help it, the words leave his mouth before he can stop them. Not that he wants to, anyway. Sam hums around his dick, the vibrations making him lose focus for a moment. He lets out a moan, squeezing his eyes shut for a second before he forces them open again to take in the glorious sight in front of him. Sam licks around his head one last time before he lets go of him and leans back again, focusing his attention on his fingers now. Jacob writhes, his hands grasping onto the bedsheet as he inserts a third one now, and when he curls them just right, Jacob loses himself in the pleasure, forgetting for a second that he’s not supposed to come yet.
Sam pulls out again, leaving him empty and whimpering, but he watches intently as Sam lathers his flushed pink cock in a generous amount of lube, making sure to spread it all over his length, then gives himself a few strokes even though he most definitely doesn’t need them.
“You ready, love?”
Jacob nods, unable to form any words at all. Sam grabs a throw pillow and carefully places it under Jacob’s ass, then lines himself up. Little sparks spread in Jacob’s stomach as Sam’s wet tip presses against his hole and he looks at him, eyes searching his face for any hint of discomfort as he slowly slides in, pausing for a brief moment to let him adjust and lets out the sweetest gasps as he, too, adjusts to the tightness around him.
“Sam,” he pants between soft moans escaping his lips as he bottoms out. “Sam. Love.”
Sam just looks up at him, eyebrows half raised, his chest rising with labored breaths.
“Come here. Kiss me.” He holds out his arms, surprised to find Sam immediately oblige and press his mouth to Jacob’s in a longing kiss. It’s the only way he can describe the languidness, the way he sucks on his bottom lip but doesn’t let go, keeps it between his teeth before he goes back in for another kiss, only breaking the kisses briefly to gasp into each other’s mouths.
Jacob buries his hand in his hair again, guiding him back to his lips when he starts kissing along his jawline. He loves having Sam kiss every inch of his body, but he wants to taste him too. So he lets their tongues collide, his hand moving along with Sam’s body as he gently rolls his hips against him.
It’s everything he could’ve ever imagined and so much more. He didn’t expect Sam to be so tender with him, so loving, and god, if he wasn’t already head over heels for this man he would be now. There is no doubt that he’s in love with Sam, he knows it for sure now. This, what they’re doing, what he’s feeling, has nothing to do with character bleed. In hindsight, it’s clear, of course. It always is. Deep down, he has always known. And it’s an absolute shame that he can’t tell him.
Instead, he pulls him in for another kiss, trying to match the longing, putting all the emotions he’s feeling into it. He kisses him softly, slowly, humming against his mouth with every thrust but not breaking the kiss this time. Sam’s long blond hair falls in his face, exactly where it’s supposed to be.
He wraps his legs around his waist, the angle shift allowing Sam to get even deeper and hit that sensitive spot nearly every time. Jacob can’t silence his own moans with kisses anymore, and Sam, too, is slowly coming undone.
They’re both just panting into each other’s mouths now, breaths hot and heavy, sloppy kisses exchanged in between moans, but it’s impossible to time them right – every time, one of them has to break it early because they just can’t help themselves.
He can feel the tightness building up in his stomach, the fire that tells him he is close. As if Sam could read his mind, he reaches down to wrap his fingers around his cock again, stroking him to the rhythm, his hand stuttering just as his hips are.
“Fuck, baby,” he moans, stopping for a second to pull his hair out of his face and tuck it back before he picks up his uncoordinated movements. “I’m close.”
“Me too.” He can’t help himself – he throws his head back at a particularly precise thrust against his prostate, giving Sam perfect access to leave marks all over his neck. He never considered himself getting so turned on from someone marking him, but here he is, letting his best-friend-turned-lover for the night leave bruises on his skin where anyone could see them. And he’ll get to keep them for a while even when their temporary arrangement is over.
He tightens his legs around his waist, tries to counter his thrusts as best as he can to keep the fire going, Sam’s hand adding to the pleasure, and then Sam cries out and comes inside him in long spurts, the sheer sensation and force of his orgasm sending Jacob over the edge as well.
Jacob just about regains his breath when Sam pulls out and collapses on top of him, then rolls over to lie on his back, their heavy breaths the only sound in the room now.
“And?” Sam asks after as he comes down enough to speak. He props himself up on his elbow, facing Jacob with genuine curiosity in his eyes behind the blissed-out relaxation. “What’s your verdict?”
Jacob huffs out a laugh, then bursts into a real one, all the tension just fading away from him. Sam looks at him with a smile on his face.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing.” The laugh fades into a chuckle before it finally stops. “Can I be honest with you? Like, completely honest? I need this before we go back to being just friends.”
Sam draws his eyebrows together in concern. “Of course. Say what you want to say, whatever it is.”
“I...” He bites his lip. They literally just had sex, it shouldn’t be so weird saying this out loud to him. They’re literally covered in each other, it can’t get any more intimate than that. “I really liked it,” he confesses. “I’m definitely attracted to men. That was fucking amazing. And it’s kind of a shame we’re just friends because you’re, like, really good at it.”
Now it’s Sam’s turn to burst into a laugh, but his laugh is sheepish. It’s cute. “Oh. Well, I’m glad you think so.”
But the lack of comments from Sam makes him self-conscious. “Did you... like it?”
“Does it matter?” he asks. It sounds like he’s genuinely confused about the question.
“Of course. Sex is about pleasure. I wanted you to enjoy it, too. This wasn’t just about me.”
He hums, averting his gaze before he finally gives an answer. “I did. I really enjoyed it. If you ever –” He makes a face, then shakes his head. “Nah. Never mind.”
“What?” Jacob asks, chuckling, then quotes Sam’s own words. “Say what you want to say.”
“No, it’s – it’s fine, really. My brain’s still a bit – yeah.”
Jacob lets his gaze linger on him for a while, on his beautiful face. He looks tired now, but happy, and all Jacob wants right now is to curl up under the duvet with him and doze off in the familiar warmth of his body heat, but they’re both messy and sticky and should probably take a shower first.
Still, he grants himself one more kiss to the corner of his mouth, to that little mouth scar that he adores so much.
“Can I use your shower?” he asks.
“Of course. Are you...” he looks away for a second. “Are you gonna stay over?”
“Yeah. Is that okay?”
“Yes.” He can hear the tension fade away from Sam’s voice. “Of course it is.”
Jacob gives him a soft smile before he scrambles off the bed, taking one last glance at Sam. He can ask. They’re still somewhere in this in-between space, now.
“Do you wanna join me?”
Sam licks his lips, his eyes flicking over from Jacob to the bed, and back to him. When he speaks, the tension is back. “No, I’m just gonna go after you.”