"That's not what I said, Sam," Summer replied with a look, almost annoyed but more of seriousness and concern than anything.

"You should get cleaned up. Rest. Eat. If I have to take care of you because you collapse on the job, there will be hell to pay."

That was a bit more of a teasing jab, but she was busy following Knox already. Not knowing the Sam was right behind her, with his ghost-like footsteps. Her brother was already diving into the pool, boxers only, ignoring his problems.

As always.

"Knox Prescott! We're not done fucking talking!" she snapped, putting her hands on her hips and glaring at the water.

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it sounds a lot like bkno pblubscub bear not bubbing dobtaobing and he's flipped himself around now, under the water, and is staring upwards at summer's angry, shimmering form. he wishes, childishly, that she would just give up and go away. what more did she need? 

he didn't want to talk right now. not about ollie or how he feels about it or what. it doesn't matter what she thinks or thought about him. he is dead by her actions. 

another shape dives in and bubbles spurt from knox's mouth. sam's tattoos ripple under the water and more bubbles leak past knox's open mouth. he kisses him back, gently, and then swims up to the surface. 

slicks back his hair and frowns at sam. "you should get some rest," he says flatly. 

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they're in the middle of the pool - not quite deep enough that they have to float, but not so shallow that more than their shoulders are exposed to the air. so when sam throws his hands up in the air, knox brings his own hands up reflexively, wiping the splashed water out of his face. he goes to reach forward, to gingerly say okay, but clearly you're cranky, but he can't get a word in edgewise. 

this is, by far, the most sam has ever spoken in his entire life while in front of knox. so excuse him while he stares slack-jawed, eyes wide as sam reaches boiling point and spills over. 

knox follows behind him like a magnet, blue eyes tracing that disheveled hair as he defends him and summer. totters out of the pool after him and doesn't even notice the goosebumps on his skin. water drips down; his own hair hangs limply around his face, slicked down because he can't make his hands work. 

it's right next to his sister, with wet boxers bunched around him, that the effects of sam's outrage and twice-used exclamation of fuck makes itself known.

'i'm still pissed at you," he mutters, lowly enough where sam can't hear, "but i have more important matters to tend to than bitch you out anymore." the rest is said in a hurry, smirk stretching over his lips as he abandons her side to lope after the still-dripping sam who's stomping his way into the kitchen. 

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Summer was going to open her mouth again. Say something snippy and snarky to Knox, who was already pushing away Sam and saying stupid shit again.

But then Sam went off. And she didn't expect it at all.

She had to shield her eyes as he stormed out of the pool, a dripping mess and definitely not looking decent at all. Summer shot a glare at her brother, who hissed at her.

"You're an asshole for taking advantage of him right now. Fuck you. I'm tired of this."

And she stormed away, off and out of the house. Probably off to find Casey Fincher.

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he mimes jacking it, fingers curling to leave a big fuck you over his shoulder. he doesn't care if she goes to throw a hissy fit. what she said and did was uncalled for and fuck if he's not going to shut it out right now 'cause it's easier to lean into that other, angry part of him. 

the part that's primal and animalistic, wide-eyed and manic. sam's no longer yelling but it's easy to find him by the trail of water he's left behind him. 

he finds him toweling down hastily, hunched over, pausing because he probably heard knox coming. perfect opportunity to go up to him and rip the towel away and toss it aside. 

i'm not physically tired! then this is fine, summer. 

one hand goes to his shoulder, the other to his throat, thumb and forefinger pressing up against his jaw. his lips come down hard, brows furrowed, low hum in the back of his mouth.

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the kiss lasts scant seconds until sam is pushing him away. he bites his own lip, frustration on pink cheeks and puffed lips. hooded eyes regard sam, stoked with annoyance, a little anger, but he doesn't want to hear gentle tidings. he wants sam to yell. to get angry. to curse at him and tell him just how fucked he is and how fucked they are. 

and he does, in a way. his bare back meets the wall, fingers flexing, tightening. unlike sam, he hasn't dried at all, and water meets the eggshell-white paint. not that he cares. his hand drops from sam's throat to his collarbone, nails pressing. 

more. fingers slip from his shoulder into his hair, pressing sam closer. palm against hot skin, tangled in brown locks. "harder," he whines into his ear, hips meeting hips. 

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lips trail hot against his skin, teeth nicking the slopes of his shoulders, his collarbone. sam's hair is in his nose until he shifts, searching to put more marks on knox's body. and when he's gone, knox's neck comes back, going to press against the wall, but the wall isn't there anymore. 

he blinks eyes open, room spinning and then snapping into place around him. lips parted, moan at the back of his throat, lashes fluttering. the bites sting, pleasure spider-webbing around his sides. 

his teeth clack together when sam nips him at the soft skin by his hip. he looks down then, brows still furrowed as lust pulls him under. he rakes his hand down his own side, snagging his boxers. they make a wet slapping sound as they hit the hardwood floor. 

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