When Sam arrived, Clay stepped forward to kiss him. Clay hesitated at first, so Sam waited to see what he'd do, and then Clay seeming to let go of whatever reluctance, closed the gap between them and pressed a kiss on Sam's lips.
Clay smiled stiffly when he pulled back. “I guess it's gonna take a while to get used to kissing a...guy,”
Sam chuckled heartily. “I suppose so,”
“Of course you would,” Clay ushered him into the house and locked the door behind him. “Are you hungry? Have you eaten?”
Sam nodded in the affirmative. “My Mom fed me an army's ration of lasagna. It was great,”
“Lucky you,” Clay turned and led the way to the living room, his hips swaying lightly. “I was so caught up writing to meet up with my deadline tomorrow, I didn't even have lunch. I hate eating out,”
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