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What: The morning after
Where: Campbell's apartment
When: Monday morning
Rating: PG-13
When Sam woke up in the early hours of Monday morning, it was abruptly and with a sensation that he wasn't anywhere familiar. And he was right. After roughing rubbing his his fingers over his eyes to try and get his bearings, he groggily propped himself up on one elbow and looked around. King-sized bed, expensive slate grey sheets, very modern and expensive open-planned apartment...
Sam naked alone in the bed.
He drew his lips together and then bit down on them, his hand gripping around the edge of the sheet at his chest. Flashes of the evening and night before came to mind and he licked his lips, trying to work out how he was supposed to feel. It was true. He had spent the night with Campbell after the walk in the park turned into hanging out for the rest of the day, and then dinner. One thing really did sort of just lead to another. With a nervous apprehension that he was maybe turning into the gay version of Puck (considering Kurt planted the idea in his head), Sam sat up in the bed and realised that he was maybe just alone, full stop. The apartment was quiet and still, with no sign of Campbell whatsoever. It was only then that Sam noticed a bright pink post-it stuck to his wallet sitting on the bedside table. He picked it up and read over the neat, scripted handwriting.
Set call was 5am today. Sorry to bail.
Stay as long as you want. Make yourself @ home.
- Cam
With a sigh, Sam set the note back down and then rubbed his hands over his face slowly. It wasn't that it hadn't been fun or nice. It really had. In fact, it had been a lot of fun. Nothing like the night with the cowboy which had just been a total nightmare. Campbell had very much been experienced like Kurt said. When Sam had balked initially, though, all Campbell took it to mean was that Sam didn't like being in the submissive position, so to speak, so he gladly stepped into that role and Sam found himself on the given end of proceedings and in the total opposite position to what he had been with the gay bar disaster.
He touched his lips that felt sore and dry, and abruptly started to feel dizzy again, exactly like he had done at the TV studio. He quickly dropped back onto the pillows, putting a hand over his eyes so the room would stop spinning, but his chest had that tightness returning too. What the hell was wrong with him? For an unsteady and nauseated moment, he actually reached over towards his phone, seriously considering calling Andrew. But how would that go down, after everything? 'Hey, I just spent the night having sex with Campbell and now I feel sick again. Can you help me?'. Sam just let his hand drop back down on the mattress and focused on his breathing like the Google sites for panic attacks said.
The question was, why the hell did everything he did lately feel so wrong?
showingnuttageWhat: The morning after
Where: Campbell's apartment
When: Monday morning
Rating: PG-13
When Sam woke up in the early hours of Monday morning, it was abruptly and with a sensation that he wasn't anywhere familiar. And he was right. After roughing rubbing his his fingers over his eyes to try and get his bearings, he groggily propped himself up on one elbow and looked around. King-sized bed, expensive slate grey sheets, very modern and expensive open-planned apartment...
Sam naked alone in the bed.
He drew his lips together and then bit down on them, his hand gripping around the edge of the sheet at his chest. Flashes of the evening and night before came to mind and he licked his lips, trying to work out how he was supposed to feel. It was true. He had spent the night with Campbell after the walk in the park turned into hanging out for the rest of the day, and then dinner. One thing really did sort of just lead to another. With a nervous apprehension that he was maybe turning into the gay version of Puck (considering Kurt planted the idea in his head), Sam sat up in the bed and realised that he was maybe just alone, full stop. The apartment was quiet and still, with no sign of Campbell whatsoever. It was only then that Sam noticed a bright pink post-it stuck to his wallet sitting on the bedside table. He picked it up and read over the neat, scripted handwriting.
Set call was 5am today. Sorry to bail.
Stay as long as you want. Make yourself @ home.
- Cam
With a sigh, Sam set the note back down and then rubbed his hands over his face slowly. It wasn't that it hadn't been fun or nice. It really had. In fact, it had been a lot of fun. Nothing like the night with the cowboy which had just been a total nightmare. Campbell had very much been experienced like Kurt said. When Sam had balked initially, though, all Campbell took it to mean was that Sam didn't like being in the submissive position, so to speak, so he gladly stepped into that role and Sam found himself on the given end of proceedings and in the total opposite position to what he had been with the gay bar disaster.
He touched his lips that felt sore and dry, and abruptly started to feel dizzy again, exactly like he had done at the TV studio. He quickly dropped back onto the pillows, putting a hand over his eyes so the room would stop spinning, but his chest had that tightness returning too. What the hell was wrong with him? For an unsteady and nauseated moment, he actually reached over towards his phone, seriously considering calling Andrew. But how would that go down, after everything? 'Hey, I just spent the night having sex with Campbell and now I feel sick again. Can you help me?'. Sam just let his hand drop back down on the mattress and focused on his breathing like the Google sites for panic attacks said.
The question was, why the hell did everything he did lately feel so wrong?
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