Monday, 28 December 2015

Surrendering Sam - a short read

I wrote this toward the end of 2012. It first appeared in a Dreamspinner Press newsletter. It's 1,000 words, but you may need tissues Just saying....

Kevin opened his eyes slowly as he felt the mattress dip. What the fuck...? Rolling over, he found himself staring into Sam’s clear green eyes, which were gazing back at him warmly. Sam’s tousled blond curls, unruly as always, were pressed into the pillow beside him as Sam stared at him, a slight smile playing about his lips.
Kevin let out a yelp, his body stiffening uncontrollably, even as his heartbeat began to race.
“What... what are you... ” Words escaped him as Sam cut off his words with a fierce kiss, his arms reaching around Kevin to pull him tight against that lean, lanky body, Kevin unable to prevent the heartfelt groan which rolled out into the stillness of the silent room. Sam’s tongue teased the seam of his lips until Kevin opened for him, eagerly accepting the welcome intrusion. Sam’s low moan of appreciation reverberated through him, and yet somehow Kevin found the strength of will to pull back slightly, his eyes wide as he gazed at his husband, unable to look away.
“I-I don’t understand,” Kevin stammered out, feverishly drinking in the view before him. “How did you....” He shook his head, forcing himself to squeeze his eyes tight shut for a second. Slowly he opened them once more: Sam’s eyes danced with amusement. Kevin stared at him in amazement. “You’re really here?”
Sam’s customary wide grin grew even wider as he took hold of Kevin’s hand and brought it, slowly but inexorably, down to his thick cock which was already hard.
“Believe I’m here now?”  Sam’s voice was hushed as he wrapped Kevin’s hand around his length, pushing his hips so that the shaft slid through the tunnel of his fist. Kevin moaned softly to feel Sam’s silken prick glide fluidly through his fingers. Fuck, it had been so long...
Sam groaned.”Oh baby, fuck, I’ve missed this!” He pushed Kevin impatiently onto his back, pulling his cock free of his husband’s eager grasp. Reaching down, he brushed his fingers softly past Kevin’s balls to stroke the delicate skin there, one single finger circling his hole, pressing eagerly against it.
Kevin needed no second invitation. Stretching away for a second, he reached into the bedside drawer for the lube, forgotten these last few weeks, and snapping the lid open, he dripped the viscous liquid down over his balls, to where impatient fingers slid through the silky fluid before sinking deeply into Kevin’s body.
A loud groan was torn from Kevin as his husband stroked deep into him, making him ready. Kevin pulled Sam on top of him, drawing up his long legs to wrap them around his husband’s waist, his ankles crossing at the small of Sam’s back.
“Now, love, fuck me now,” he demanded, reaching for Sam’s cock and slicking it with the remnants of lube which coated his hole, guiding him, his body eagerly awaiting the invasion. Sam let out a long, lingering groan as he slowly pushed into him, his cock filling him, stretching him, until all Kevin knew was Sam. 
“Oh fuck, yes!” Sam thrust deeply into him, punching the air from his lungs, and Kevin reached up to grab him, pulling Sam down against his body, their lips meeting once more in a hungry kiss, which became one in a long line of kisses as Sam proceeded to fuck him, hips bucking wildly, his rhythm awkward at first. But soon their bodies remembered as they slipped into their long established rhythm, Kevin pushing up to meet Sam’s thrusts, no passive lover but his equal in passion, as both men strived for their mutual climax.
“Oh God, I love you so much!” Kevin cried out as he felt his orgasm approach, and Sam’s loud groan as he pulsed heat into Kevin’s willing body pushed him over the edge into oblivion, tumbling, crying out in ecstasy as he came. Sam’s cries mingled with his, his lips meeting Kevin’s in a fiercely possessive kiss, the two men unwilling to let go of each other, even for a second as Kevin’s body held Sam prisoner within him.
“Love you, baby.” Sam whispered into his ear as their bodies pressed against each other, slick with perspiration, still deep inside him. He lay stretched out on top of Kevin, his slight weight a welcome burden. Kevin reached up to run his fingers gently through the unruly curls, his eyes wide with wonder.
“I still can’t believe...” His words died away as Sam’s mouth fastened on his, Sam’s lips soft and warm. Sam murmured into his mouth.
“Sleep, baby.” The lassitude which flowed through Kevin’s body suddenly pulled him towards sleep, letting him sink into its welcoming embrace, the feel of Sam’s lips upon his a lingering memory as he slipped deeper and deeper into its velvety depths...

The sound of the curtains being drawn roused Kevin from his deep sleep. He stretched in the bed, arms above his head, as he turned toward the window. His mother was standing there, her expression careful.
“Morning, sweetheart,” she said, reaching for the cup of tea that she’d placed on the dresser behind her. “It’s already ten. Everyone’s here.” Those grey eyes rested on him, and Kevin noted, not for the first time, that she seemed weary. He sat up in bed, reaching for the cup, careful not to spill its contents over the soft cream sheets that covered the bed. They were Sam’s favourite bedding, a present when they’d gotten married.
“How come you let me sleep?” he demanded to know, wiping at his eyes and stifling a yawn. For the first time in a while, he actually felt rested, at peace.
Her gaze came to rest on him once more. She indicated the window with a brief nod of her head. “Sam’s here.”
And with that the feeling left him. Silently, he climbed out of bed and made his way slowly to the window. He looked down as the men below carefully slid the coffin that contained his husband onto the waiting trolley, ready to bring him into the house, to where his family and their friends were waiting for him.
He turned to his mother, his expression calm.
“It’s okay, Mum,” he said with a gentle smile. “I’ll be downstairs in a moment to say goodbye.”