Noah woke with a start to find Sam’s lips on his. They were hot. Too hot. He moved him away onto his back, his hand arriving quickly on his forehead checking for fever.
‘I’m fine, Noah. I’m no warmer than you are. No warmer than we always are in here.’ He moved Noah’s hand strategically.
‘Best not, Lad–’
Sam’s hand moved onto him. ‘Well, there’s a part of you already disagreeing.’
Noah snorted. ‘I don’t claim my c**k as a seat of judgment. You have an open wound. So not a good idea.’
‘Oh, for Christ’s sake, just kiss me.’
Afterwards, Noah gathered him in and in held him, gently. ‘Better now?’ Holy God. He felt almost overwhelmed by how much he loved him. That he suddenly seemed so insubstantial in his arms, terrified him.
‘What do you think?’ Sam said.
‘What do I think? Well, I thi
