come on, love. come on. sam's body stiffens, thighs around knox's cheeks, and knox gets what he asked for and more. he shudders back and comes up gasping, eyes light and lips parted, ready to bowl sam over so he can pepper him with sloppy, wet kisses. 

so it's probably for the better that the doorbell rings, lest he forget sam would absolutely hate that. 

his eyes are still shining when sam hastily pulls his sweatshirt back on. knox is walking on clouds and is kissing sam's nose and then grabbing the bundled sweatpants from under his knees. he drapes them over sam's legs and lopes down the stairs. 

and he's sure to crack the door open enough to hide his bottom half because while he's got more clothes on than sam, he's not too sure he wants to show off the stain on his own pants. the delivery person tries to rattle off the order, but knox just says, "thankssomuchbyeeeee," and closes it back on them. 

at the bottom of the stairs, he holds the food up and, as though nothing's happened (except he can't hide that stupid, boyish smirk), says, "hungry, love?"

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"more for you then," he says breezily and pats his tummy, "'cause i think i might be full." whether the quip is heard or not, knox can't tell, because sam's investigating himself like he just put on his Human Skin for the day and doesn't know how to process it. did i break him? he thinks, but less in the panicky way he'd thought on the stairs. 

more like an egotistical-and-still-turned-on kind of way.

sam stretches and knox holds his breath, fearful that he's going to hurt himself. and then remembers - 

"oh, before you come down, want to get your meds? i'll get plates and stuff for the food."

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he watches sam disappear around the corner and his smile falls. not a lot, really, because it's hard not to glow when he's still thinking about what they just did on the stairs. but it's enough that he lingers there, looking at the empty space, feeling like a fool. he shakes his head and goes past the staircase and into the spacious kitchen. 

it's equipped with any tool they might possibly need, but knox can't remember the last time anyone's ever cooked in it. he grabs silverware and plates and starts popping the lids to some of the containers so they can just grab what they want. 

he's still smiling over a bowl of ramen when there are footsteps on the stairs. he tenses, muscle memory kicking in, but relaxes when the present catches up, and ambles all too happily over to sam. 

he plucks the pill bottle from sam's palm and without looking, tucks it on the counter behind him. his hands come up on either side of sam's face, thumbs resting on his cheeks. 

"yes," he says, "i think so."

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sam is ginger about kissing him and it only makes knox grin mischievously. he has half a mind to stick his tongue down sam's throat, but thinks better of it. no reason to ruin the mood, as soft as it is, and make sam recoil from him. 

so he breaks off, after nuzzling his nose against sam's, and grabs a plate. takes a smaller portion than he probably should, grabs a fork, and lounges in the doorway. 

"mkay, preferences for movie?"

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knox snorts a laugh. "you're pretty hot too, sam," he says with a roll of his eyes. but that's not to say he isn't basking in the praise. that his shoulders don't straighten just a little bit, head turning so he can look up through pink locks. 

"we could just turn movie night into netflix and chill. emphasis on the chill," knox says with a suggestive raise of his brow. he knows that sam has absolutely no idea the connotations of what he's saying, which is what's making his shoulders quake as he tries to hold in his own laughter. 

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he picks at some of the scalloped potatoes on his plate, trying to stop himself from laughing as much as he wants to. because of course sam is going to ask for clarification. if he were a meaner person, knox might tell him something absolutely ridiculous, but instead he just smiles fondly and shakes his head. 

"it's what fuckboys say when they wanna hang out and watch netflix, but like, fuck instead of watching. i've done the dirty with some weird shit playing in the background."

he smirks. "but i didn't mean it. c'mon. i know you're hungry and prob'ly tired."

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leather reclining chairs. a popcorn machine. and a big screen projector with any movie they want at their fingertips. knox hadn't been lying when he said he'd had some interesting background movie choices while going at it. and he sees ghosts of himself in this room, bent over in all sorts of different positions. 

and it makes him feel small. hollow, even. 

sam settles in and knox rounds on him. he'd straddle the damn boy if it weren't for the food balanced in his lap. but he does grab sam's jaw and turns his head towards him. 

"first of all, that's false. remember the first time you topped? second, i have never felt the way i do with you with anyone else." he plants another kiss right on his lips, but this one is hard, forceful, as though driving the point home. 

"so shut up and eat and fall asleep on me while i watch a movie."

samuel carter

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