"So you're saying my plan was to sabotage Elliot's wedding?"
"What? No—" I began.
"Okay, so then, you're saying I freaked out about the cost of the wedding and that's why I insisted on having the reception here at the house. Because I’m a cheapskate."
"Um," I said lamely.
"Did you even watch the movie, Matias?"
Since I was damned if I did and damned if I didn't, I did what I did best and held my tongue. But only for so long as it took me to close the distance between us. I didn't stop when I reached him. I merely wrapped my arms around him and covered his mouth with mine. Like clockwork, Sam sighed and then his arms wound around my neck. I swore I heard him mutter “No boundaries,” but then he was eagerly kissing me back.
"I have something for you," I murmured against his mouth.
"I noticed," Sam said huskily.
I laughed and said, "Something else." I released him long enough that I could take his hand and pull him toward the garden shed.
"Hang on," Sam said as he dragged me to a stop. "Are you seriously thinking I'm going to put out while we have guests inside waiting for us?"
I turned around and stepped back into his space. "Yeah, I do," I growled. Not surprisingly, Sam shivered in anticipation. Between the gunshot wound to my side and everything that Ryan was going through, our sex life had fallen by the wayside and I had no issue with that. But I also knew that we needed to get back to a sense of normalcy just like Ryan did. Moving forward with the wedding had been a good first step, but Sam and I had our own future to think about and I was eager to sow the seeds of that particular discussion.
I kissed him hard and waited until he was once again pliant in my arms. This time when I led him toward the shed, he followed without argument. As soon as we were inside the door, he was all over me. If I hadn't been so turned on, I would've smiled.
"We need to hurry," Sam said as he began ripping at the jacket I was wearing. "Contrary to what you might think, I don't want to miss Cruz and Elliot leaving for their honeymoon."
"Not possible," I said between kisses. "They’ve already started on that particular part of the celebration… in our bathroom."
Sam put his hand against my chest so he could put some space between us. "Seriously? Please tell me they're not in our tub."
"I told Cruz the tub was off-limits."
Sam threw up his hands. "You told Cruz to defile my son in my own bathroom?"
"I hate to break this to you, but your son was in the process of defiling my brother outside our bedroom door. It was just a matter of time before they ended up in our bed. You should be thanking me that it's only the bathroom that will get well used. At least that shit cleans easy."
"Oh God," Sam muttered.
I pulled him back against my chest and said, "I suppose I could've told them the shed was free."
"Don't even go there," Sam growled and then he was all over me again. "How long do you think we have?" he asked as he continued to tear at my shirt. "Do you think Ryan has noticed we’re gone?"
I shook my head. "Last I saw, he and Jamie were in deep discussion about Spider-Man versus Spinosaurus. They were trying to come up with a new superhero called Spider-Saurus. I'm not sure if that entailed Spider-Man being bitten by a radioactive dinosaur or a dinosaur being bitten by a radioactive Spider-Man—"
"Shut up," Sam barked and then he was shoving me back against the shed door. I would've laughed, but he chose that moment to drop to his knees and rip my pants open. "Commando, thank God," he said. My dick was in his mouth before I could even say anything. I’d really had an ulterior motive in bringing Sam to the shed, but it was hard to remember what it was as Sam hoovered my cock.
"Want you to fuck me," I managed to say between gasps.
Sam released my dick and practically crawled up my body. "Tonight," he murmured as he began kissing me again. "After Ryan's asleep. I don't… I don't want to rush it."
I nodded because as ready as I was, I didn't want to be hurried either. With everything that had happened, there hadn't been much opportunity for us to explore switching roles. As excited as I was, I was also nervous. The garden shed held a lot of memories when it came to our first time together, so I was okay with our bedroom being the place for a new first memory for us.
I lost my train of thought as Sam's mouth wreaked havoc on mine. I reached down and lifted him. He automatically wrapped his legs around my waist. Thankfully, he hadn't loosened my pants enough that they were around my ankles, so I was able to walk him over to the worktable. He began laughing as I ran into one thing after another. By the time I set him on the worktable, his laughter had subsided and he was all over me.
Our fingers couldn’t move quick enough as we finished undressing each other. I was rock hard by the time I got his pants down enough to expose his opening. But instead of turning him around and bending him over the table, I pulled his hips forward and braced my arm behind his back. The table was low enough that it didn't make the position too awkward. I smiled when I saw lube appear in Sam's hand. Since he hadn't gotten it out of my wallet, it meant he must've gotten it out of his. The fact that the man was carrying around lube was proof that he was just as ready for this as I was.
Sam gripped my dick only long enough to slather some lube on it and then his mouth was on mine. "Need you, Matias," he whispered. Our movements, which had been so frantic just a moment ago, slowed as we both lost ourselves in each other.
I reached up to clasp Sam's face so he was forced to look at me. "I love you, Sam. I love you so damn much."
"Love you too," he said softly and then he was pulling me in for a kiss. I kept my mouth on his as I angled my hips to meet his. I thrust into him hard and deep. He cried out into my mouth and then his arms were around my neck so he could cling to me. Our lovemaking was rough and frantic and we both came at nearly the same time. Sam buried his face against my neck as I began filling him up. I hadn't needed to put my hand on his dick to get him off. The proof of that was all over both our abdomens.
It was a long time before either of us seemed willing to separate even just a little. When we did, Sam caressed my face. "Are you sure this is what you want, Matias? I know I've asked you that before and I'm so far past the point where I can give you up, but if I have to—"
"Look behind you, Sam," I murmured.
"What?"
"Look behind you."
Sam seemed both confused and a little irritated. "Okay, Matias, but I'm trying to have a real conversation with you—" His words immediately dropped off when he spied the item I'd left for him on the worktable. Fortunately, it hadn't gotten knocked over during our frantic coupling.
"What did you do?" Sam asked. He didn't seem at all bothered by the fact that I was still deep inside of him. He reached behind him and grabbed the little bag with the red ribbon on it. "What did you do?" he asked again. I was suddenly more nervous than I'd been when I'd first followed him out of the house.
"Open it," I urged.
Sam's fingers shook as he tore the little ribbon that was holding the bag closed. His eyes shifted just a bit as he tried to make out the contents of the bag. He finally reached a few fingers in. I held my breath as he pulled the little trowel out of the bag. There was absolutely nothing interesting about the gardening tool other than it was one that I knew he didn't have yet. And I only knew that because I'd asked Mia.