THE DIFFERENT KIND OF LOVE

CHAPTER 5.2 BURNING FORYOU.

Surprised and delighted, George accepts eagerly almost immediately. ''Okay, I will stay and keep you company,'' he says in his deep, seductive voice. His eyes gleam darker as he gets excited. He couldn't hide how amazing he felt. Sam was finally opening up, letting him get close to him again. He had not expected the sudden invitation to stay, so unexpectedly, so he accepted the invitation so fast that Sam felt. Maybe George also felt the same way, and their love story is real. But Sam couldn't let himself build such thoughts in his head, so he dismissed them. They weighed heavily on his heart, but for just tonight, they didn't matter. He wanted to be next to him. To be selfish for himself just once.

Sam pops the wine, and pours it into the wine glasses, holds one delicately with the tips of his slender fingers, and passes one to George nervously as he sits on the bed next to him. The sweet smell of concentrated grapes fills the small room. Giving them a romantic ambient setting. The atmosphere between them turns heavy, and the silence thickens. Sam feels his heart beating erratically and loudly, and it sounds like drumbeats to his ears. He glanced at George coyly to see if he could hear too, but he couldn't tell; George was busy avoiding his eyes. But after a few sips, the barrier between them seemed to just fade away. And they get closer and closer to each other subconsciously. Seeking warmth and solace from each other. Too distracted, Sam empties his glass, and with just one glass, Sam gets intoxicated. He turns to George, looking into George's eyes, and starts babbling incoherent words. ''You kissed me, didn't you? What did it mean to you? Was it just to get me to shut up? Tell me if it meant something? Why didn't you come back?'' Intoxicated, the courage to ask the unanswered questions came to him naturally.

''Please stay, '' Sam begs drunkenly. His hand fumbling George everywhere, arousing him ''Don't go.'' he kept insisting. Pulling him closer and closer. His body craved more contact with George. He gets so close that George becomes more aware of Sam when he feels his hands under his shirt, Sam's hands gripping him tightly, dearly. He feels the heat in him on his body as Sam gets into his embrace. 'He needed him; he craved his body just as much as he did. ' He thought. George's eyes glittered in the dim light, growing darker as Sam leaned closer and closer, breathing warm air on his neck. He didn't want to hold back anymore. Sam looked tempting with his plump lips wet with wine, begging, teasing him to take action.

''I am already here, aren't I? '' George cooed to him gently, trying to push Sam away from his embrace, but Sam wouldn't let go. He held him tighter.

''Nope, I want you to stay here with me,'' Sam utters drunkenly, making a lot of effort to hold his head up. He gazes back at George.

''You know what, I never stopped looking for you. I miss you,'' he murmurs under his breath. Gazing up at him like he was a god, his hands slowly brushing his face and then his lips like a prayer. ''Why did you go away? He suddenly asked again, as his eyes glazed with tears. ''I waited for you, but you didn't come back. 'Why didn't you come back for me?' he asked sadly, laying his head on his chest. George holds him back and tries to explain, but he is too intoxicated to listen. He lay back in his chest, not liking the separation.

Drunk and unable to hide his feelings, he lets himself be vulnerable. Sam stands up from his seat and falls into George's arms on the bed. George straddles him like a child, and Sam burrows into him as he wraps his hands around George. George's chin clenched at Sam's touch, his eyes begging and craving for more, Sam's face getting closer and closer. He leans in and kisses him gently on the lips. Sam's eyes were closed, and his thoughts had wandered somewhere else. George saw an opening, and he could not resist; he took it even if it meant lying to himself. He kisses him again.

The oppressive silence and holding back weighed on his heart; enough was enough. He couldn't hold back anymore; he wanted him, he needed him, he had to have him. His body burned for him; he couldn't resist.

''Don't worry, I am not leaving, I am staying with you,'' he whispers sweetly, and then holds him gently, bringing him close, his hands stroking his back gently. He softly ran his thumb over Sam's lips. His gaze filled with the desire to possess him.

He was inches from him, breathing in his calm scent, burning for him, melting and flowing towards him.

Sensations shudder through him like bolts of electricity, and he holds him tighter as the irresistible pressure and the unbearable temptation rise within him like an untamed beast. Sam's drunk smile gleams in the low light, drawing him in. He feels breathless, and his heartbeat races as he gently sets him down on the bed and takes his mouth in a deep, drowning kiss. The kiss swamps his thoughts, dizzy with wine and lust. He didn't want to stop. Sam licks his lips, drawing attention to his plump lips. George licks his lips. Sam's lips tasted like wine, sweet, hot, and soft. George's hands gently fondle his shoulders, then slowly downwards and settle on his waist, drawing Sam closer as he deepens the kiss. His hands were strong and lean like the rest of him.

Half-dazed and sleepy, Sam wraps his arms around George's neck, holding him dear, allowing George to deepen the kiss.

Sam moans into his mouth, encouraging George to keep going. To possess him completely. George strips off his shirt, then Sam's soft pajamas, and flings them somewhere in the room. He didn't bother to look; he didn't want to stop kissing Sam for even a second.

His hands stroke down his back and settle on his hips, drawing Sam closer. Craving more of his heat as he ravages his mouth.

His breathing heightens, his chest gets warm and damp with sweat as the beast in him takes control.

'It's not supposed to happen like this,' the thought crossed his mind, but he couldn't stop; it felt too good.

They weren't supposed to go this far today, but he was so into it that nothing else mattered. He had to have him.

Suddenly, he feels a sharp pain and draws back. Sam's teeth had raked his lower lip, drawing blood. Sam bit him, waking him up, stopping him from committing a mistake he might have regretted. Sam was drunk; if he kept going, the consequence would be very damaging to their fragile relationship. Embarrassed at his behavior, he stands up, giving all his strength not to ravish him right there. He had to stop. He couldn't go further.

Just then, to George's surprise, Sam opens his eyes and scoffs softly. Startled, George's brows tightened, trying to read Sam's expression, to see if he had felt what happened, but nothing. Sam's thoughts were somewhere else. He'd not been made.

''Don't leave me,'' Sam whispers, then he blacks out. It was barely audible. If George had not been holding him close, he wouldn’t have heard it.

George felt happy as the adrenaline poured into his nerves. He let himself be vulnerable, pulled Sam closer, and lay next to him. Sam was too drunk, so he did not notice George's willingness to stay with him. That night, George slept beside Sam and, after a few more nights, it became normal. He never felt so relaxed and vulnerable with someone else in the room. And Sam turned it into a habit.

Sam gets used to staying out late so that he can sneak in when George is already asleep and cuddle with him. He was a little too shy to ask, and George could not even dare to ask. He also needed him, but he couldn't say. They both felt their little secret would be out if they discussed it.

Sam had no idea that George was also holding back. They both ignored the topic and just kept acting in the play. George secretly waited for Sam every day, and when he sneaked into his room, he pretended to be asleep to avoid the awkwardness, but a small, curvy smile always appeared on his face. George would turn around and hold Sam in his arms. He closed his eyes, his breath evened as he slept, which was rare.

Hurt and blackened by his training, he needed Sam to keep away his demons. George finds comfort in Sam. His dark world gone, shielded with love. With Sam, he didn't feel the need to take sleeping pills or continue his therapy sessions. He liked the person he became when he was with Sam. But to everyone else, he couldn't back, he was extreme, a predator not to be approached. He kept his distance from everyone except Sam, and his cold, dark eyes kept all the others away from Sam. ''How are those two together? They are complete opposites.'' People always wondered.