Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 8

Pulling Devin down for another kiss, Sam whispered against his lips, "I've been walking around with a hard on half the night because I couldn't stop thinking about you."
    Devin jumped when a throat cleared behind them. Sam frowned then turned to face Lee, who held up his jacket with a grin. "Sorry, forgot this. Didn't realize you... never mind." He moved into the kitchen and headed for the back door.
    "Thanks for the cock block," Sam called out after him.
    "See you for your hangover tomorrow," Lee called back before he let himself out.
    The door had scarcely closed behind him when Sam leaned back into Devin, trying for another kiss. Devin angled his head away and took a step back. "What was he doing here?"
    "Oh, he got me a cab and then he said he didn't trust me to make it home in one piece since I couldn't remember our address to tell the cab driver," Sam rolled his eyes. He'd been planning to give auditory directions. He would've made it home eventually. "Lee's silly. It's his fault, anyway. He suggested we do Royal Flush shots."
    "So you had a good time with him?" Devin asked.
    "I'll have an even better time with you," Sam said, moving until he was plastered against Devin; the other man was forced to hold him up with one arm.
    "We shouldn't do this tonight. You're way too drunk."
    "Stop it, Devin. I want you. I wanted you when I was sober and I will again tomorrow. Why can't you just— ugh!" Sam clutched at him, moving a hand down to grope at the front of Devin's shorts. "You want this. I want this. Why are you making this so complicated?"
    Devin pushed his hand away. "Can we talk tomorrow? I want to talk to you when you're sober."
    "And I want to fuck you when I'm drunk, so what are we going to do about that?"
    "I'm going to bed. Alone," Devin added when Sam grinned at him. "We'll talk in the morning."
    "No." Sam stamped his foot on the floor and glared. "You will damn well tell me what's going on right now. Why aren't you taking me to bed?"
    "I'm not going to do this with you right now. Back off."
    "What?" Sam frowned. He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. It only took a handful of words to take most of the shine off his drunken state. He hadn't thought it was possible after the way Devin had responded the other day, but there it was. Dev was rejecting him. An unequivocal no after Sam had done his best to make himself more than clear about what he wanted. A bucket of cold water wouldn't have killed his libido faster.
    "I'm an idiot." Sam opened his eyes again. "Or, you're an idiot because I keep throwing myself at you and you're throwing it back in my face. Fine," he said, backing away a few steps. "That's just wonderful. I've got the message now. You don't want me. We don't need to have 'a talk' in the morning. No matter what I do, no matter how obvious my feelings are, you'll come up with some excuse not to be with me." Sam crossed his arms over his chest, hoping Devin would deny the accusation. Anything would be better than knowing he'd made a fool of himself over someone who didn't care one way or the other.
    "I don't have an excuse," Devin said. "I just don't think the two of us together makes sense."
    "What part of I'm in love with you doesn't make sense?" Sam frowned and backed away another step. He hadn't meant to blurt that out, but he could hardly blame the alcohol. Devin was driving him crazy and if he was going to bed alone, it had better be for a damn good reason.
    "Fine." His voice was flat, inflection lost in his effort to keep his voice low. He would scream when Devin was out of earshot. He would scream until he lost his voice if it lessened the pain. "I get it. You don't want me. I'm not like any of the other guys you've been with. I thought that was because you weren't looking for anything serious because you were holding out for Mike, but it just means I'm not your type. Fine." Sam said the word again though the situation was anything but. It was a poor substitute for the feeling he wanted to describe. Unfair. Heart-breaking. Devastating. Sam took another step back and stumbled when he hit the counter.
    Devin reached a hand towards him. "Sam—"
    "Don't touch me," he said, lurching out of the way. "And I won't bother you anymore either." Feeling sick to his stomach, Sam left the kitchen and escaped into the safety of his bedroom.
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    "What did he say?" Lee asked.
    "I'm an idiot," Sam mumbled. "A stupid, drunk idiot."
    "He didn't say that."
    Sam frowned and took a sip of