Big Sniffa

by ToxicTigerTonic

Summary:

Lyle forgets his hoodie at home on a cold night. Lucky for him, Sam is a bleeding heart.

Notes:

CW for beginnings of stalking and Lyle being his usual self. He's not nearly as deranged as he could be, and hasn't broken into Sam's apartment yet, but he's still obsessed.

Yes this turns into smut in the second chapter. No I will not apologize.

Chapter 1

It was an awful day at work.

Time was crawling, nothing was going right, and worst of all, the customers were being absolute assholes to him. One had yelled at him for not speaking loudly enough, another had knocked down an entire stack of product that he'd just put up, and one had called him some pretty awful names for having a stutter. He just wanted to go home and work on his project. Was that so much to ask?

Luckily he was working with his beloved Sam, so everything would be alright. Sam had stepped in each time, defending Lyle like a knight in shining armor. He'd told off both customers, even getting one to apologize, and helped him pick up the cans that had been knocked to the floor. Sam was so helpful, so kind, so…

Handsome? Gorgeous? Perfect in every way, shape, and form? He could think about ways to describe how amazing Sam was all day. Hell, he could just think about Sam in general all day and be happy.

Maybe Sam would open up a little more to him one day.

He didn't blame him for being quiet. He was quiet too, so it's not like he could judge. Maybe Sam was just nervous around him?

…wasn't that a thought. His presence making Sam nervous? He could almost convince himself that Sam had a crush on him, if he thought about it hard enough. Yeah, he just had to be nervous to talk to him, that's all it was. Maybe he should make the first move? No, no, he couldn't do that, what if Sam said no to his face?

What would he do if Sam didn't want him back?

That thought tainted the previous one. Fuck, he didn't think he could handle that. If he never actually brought it up, he could at least hold onto the hope that Sam had some feelings for him.

“Hey, Lyle, you doing alright? You look upset.”

Lyle nearly jumped out of his skin as his internal dialogue was interrupted. He looked away from his task and to his coworker. Sam stood next to him, mild concern written across his features.

Oh. Oh, Sam was concerned about him. That made something in his stomach twist.

“U-uh, yeah! Yeah, sorry, I-I just kinda got lost in t-thought. Mopping is done for the n-night, was there anyth-thing left to do?”

Him and his stupid fucking stutter. He hated that he couldn't even get through a sentence sometimes without sounding like a broken record. At least Sam didn't seem to mind it. Maybe Sam even found it endearing? He really hoped so. From anybody else he would've been offended, but from Sam? He'd take anything the man was willing to give attention wise.

Sam looked around for a moment, taking note of everything they'd gotten done.

“I think we're all good. Ready to lock up and get the hell out of here for the night?”

He'd been ready to leave before he even stepped in the door. The only thing that kept him there was Sam's presence. That, and he couldn't leave Sam alone to close! What kind of coworker would he be if he did that? He gave Sam a quick nod and went to put the mop back in the supply closet.

He wished desperately that he could work up the nerve to ask Sam to hang out. They lived in the same complex, it's not like they couldn't be good friends. He just… what if he blew it? What if he was too much of a freak and scared Sam off? He couldn't let that happen, ever. So… he'd watch from afar. He got to talk to him at work, sometimes he'd even get a pat on the shoulder! He could survive off of that.

…He didn't want to survive off scraps. He wanted the whole package. He wanted Sam so bad he couldn't take it anymore. But he had to. He had to bite his tongue and look away every time Sam would even smile, or risk looking like a creep.

Well. The photos he'd taken of Sam already made him look like a creep, but Sam didn't need to know about those.

He'd put everything away, the drawers were counted and money in the safe, and the lights were off. Time to leave and go home to his Sam-less life. As much as he hated his job, he loved the time he got to spend with Sam. They met in the break room, both grabbing their respective things. Sam picked up his hoodie and bag, and Lyle grabbed his camera before reaching for his-

Hoodie? Where was his hoodie? He could've sworn he'd brought it with him… It was too damn cold to not have something a little warmer to put on.

“D-dammit, I forgot my hoodie.”

He didn't know why he said it out loud, maybe he was hoping to start another conversation with Sam before they parted ways for the night.

Sam looked back at him from the break room doorway, seeming to think about something for a moment. Then, he turned to look at Lyle head on. He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck before speaking.

“Shit man, it's really cold out tonight too… you uh, you want mine? I can handle being cold for a night if you really need it.”

 

Sam. Sam, Sam, Sam, always a genuine angel. It was the main reason Lyle had fallen for him in the first place. That, and just how handsome he was (even if Sam himself didn't see it). But… he couldn't take Sam's hoodie. He couldn't. He knew he couldn't be trusted with it, he knew he'd do something weird, he knew-

“I-I mean, if you're sure… I'd r-really appreciate it.”

His mouth felt dry. He knew he couldn't say no to an offer like that, but he also knew that he really, really should have. Convincing himself he wasn't a freak was going to be extra hard tonight.

Sam smiled at him (ohhh that smile of his, it made Lyle weak in the knees every time-) and began to pull his hoodie up and over his head. A little bit of his stomach poked out from underneath his shirt as he did so. Just the sight of an inch of his tummy and a peek at his happy trail had Lyle salivating. If he wasn't careful he'd start actually drooling…

Sam pulled him out of his thoughts by tossing his hoodie to him. Catching it and holding it up, he realized it'd definitely be a little small on him, but he didn't care about that. All he cared about was putting it on, having the smell of Sam's bodywash and cologne surround him, having something of Sam's against his skin.

How he'd fantasized about moments like this. Such a little thing to Sam, but an absolutely massive event to Lyle. He had to refrain from actually bringing it to his nose to smell, lest Sam call him out on being weird.

With the hoodie on, he followed Sam outside. He did feel pretty bad about leaving Sam in the cold, but he could be worried about that later. Right now, all he was worried about was getting home and huffing the piece of clothing until he was dizzy.

They waved goodbye to each other, Sam walking to his car and Lyle making his way to the bus stop. Sam had offered him a ride home on multiple occasions, and he always said no. This fear of making an absolute fool out of himself polluted his mind every time he thought about sitting right next to Sam, just a couple inches away from each other, so close he could just lean over and-

This was not the time for this. He needed to save those thoughts for home where he could actually take care of them. But who could blame him for thinking like that? Anyone with eyes and a working brain would be head over heels for a man like Sam.

The bus arrived and he swiped his card as he climbed aboard. He usually picked a seat to the back so he could have a little privacy from the driver. He didn't need anyone seeing the photos he’d look at, and tonight, he didn't need the driver questioning why he was constantly sniffing his hoodie. It was none of their business, anyway.

The ride back to the complex was uneventful, besides the high he was getting out of sniffing Sam's hoodie. Nose buried in the fabric, eyes rolled back in near ecstasy, he'd never felt so alive in his life. It was a crying shame he'd have to give this back tomorrow, but he'd take full advantage of it until then.

Off the bus and into the complex, he was rushing now. He had to get home, he couldn't wait to get home, he needed to breathe the smell of Sam in more than he needed air. Up the stairs, onto his floor, he was almost there. He fumbled with his keys for a moment, head still in the clouds. With the proper key in hand, he inserted it into the lock, finally he could go inside and-

Snap!

He pulled his hand away, holding only the broken off top of his key.

… well. Fuck.

Chapter 2: Luck is (Kinda) On Your Side

Summary:

Lyle makes the decision to see if Sam is willing to let him sleep on his couch. Sam is a good host, and Lyle feels wanted for once.

Notes:

I'm sorry I lied, smut will be in chapter 3 :(
Lyle is an absolute dweeb, like usual. Don't worry he's just saving up his inner freak for next chapter.

Dammit. Dammit, dammit, dammit, why did it have to be tonight that something like this would happen?! All he wanted to do was wind down from a stressful day and cuddle with Sam's hoodie! For once he had more than just distant photos and memories to keep him company, and life had to kick him in the ass.

Slightly less important thing to consider, where was he going to sleep tonight? It's not like he could call anyone at this time of night, and he'd rather sleep in the hallway than go wake up Mr. Henderson. He was unconsciously fretting with the hem of Sam's hoodie, taking comfort in the snug garment as he ran his thumb over the fabric again and again.

Alright, who could he go to this late?

He could go knock on Jeanne's door. They were good friends, and she'd certainly be okay with letting him sleep on the couch. But… he'd feel bad about bothering her and probably waking her up. He discarded her as an option quickly, but realized that… kinda left him with no one.

Except. It didn't leave him with no one, did it? There was definitely someone he could go and ask. Someone who was kind and caring, who'd given him the shirt (well, hoodie) off his back just a little earlier.

No. No, no, absolutely not, Lyle. He was not going to go and ask to sleep on Sam's couch. He was not going to go make a pitiful fool out of himself in front of his crush. He'd actually rather sleep outside, he-

His legs were already carrying him back towards the stairwell. He scolded himself over and over again, telling himself to stop, turn around, go wake up Jeanne, but he didn't stop. Just the potential to be allowed into Sam's apartment kept him walking. His face was already hot to the touch thinking about being that close to him.

He really was pathetic, wasn't he?

He shook his head, not needing that stupid self critical voice in his head to ruin this for him. He had to think; how would he pose this to Sam? He needed to plan this out.

“Hey, Sam! Sorry to bother you, but I'm kinda locked out of my apartment. Any chance I could sleep on your couch? Totally no reason I chose to go to you and not my best friend, hahaha.”

Okay, maybe keep the nervous blabbering to a minimum, but it's not like he was lying to Sam. He needed somewhere to sleep for the night. He'd just… omit some things, so Sam wouldn't question him too much.

“My key broke, I can't get in my apartment, can I sleep on your couch? My key broke, I can't get in my apartment, can I sleep on your couch? My key broke, I can't get in my apartment-”

He repeated exactly what he would say to Sam, saying it like a mantra, steeling himself for speaking to him.

He arrived at Sam's door, clutching his camera for comfort. Alright, Lyle, you can do this. Just knock and talk to him, it's not like he bites or anything…

Though. He certainly wouldn't mind if Sam bit him…

He shouldn't have thought about that. His face grew even hotter, and he almost chickened out. He could sleep in the hallway, he'd use the hoodie as a pillow, he'd be fine-

He heard movement in Sam's apartment. The sound of what he assumed to be pans being moved around, clanking and clanging. Was Sam cooking himself dinner?

… screw it, he was taking the chance.

He knocked on the door before he could psych himself out again, then immediately gasped, startled, like the movement hadn't been his own. He stood there nearly shaking, so nervous about being so close to Sam for the second time today. The clanging stopped, like the man had paused what he was doing. Then, there were dull footsteps approaching the door.

Lyle had never been so anxious in his entire life. Heart hammering in his chest, sweat running down his back, he was near panicking when the door finally opened. There stood Sam, clad in adorable pajama pants and a ratty t-shirt with a nearly worn away graphic on the front. Water from his wet hair soaked into the towel around his shoulders.

Lyle had never felt so blessed in his life. One, because he never thought he'd be lucky enough to see Sam in such a state, and two, because if he hadn't been born dickless he would've just popped the worst stiffy of his life. He would've had to disappear into the woods if that happened, never to be seen again.

“Oh, hey, Lyle. You didn't have to return my hoodie tonight, you know…”

Oh, yeah, Lyle, you kinda have to say the words you'd been rehearsing for 5 minutes.

“Oh! U-uhm, I'm not here to return your h-hoodie… my, uh…”

Shit, shit, shit, he was blanking. He was too busy watching a bead of water roll down Sam's neck, wishing it was his tongue in its place. He shook his head and tried to focus.

“My key! M-my key broke off in my door, and I don't really have a-anywhere else to go… can I sleep on your couch tonight, p-please?”

Sam looked him up and down, taking in the information he'd been given. He slowly nodded his head after a moment, stepping aside so Lyle could enter.

“Yeah, that's fine by me. I'm uh, probably not going to bed for a while, but I can grab you some pillows and a blanket right now, if you'd like.”

Lyle walked in, looking around and taking in all of the little details. Anything that'd tell him more about Sam's life, about Sam as a person, he needed to know it all. He just had to not make it obvious that he was mildly creeping. It wasn't freak behavior, he was just… curious about his coworker.

He could see a little collection of video games next to the TV. Even with his glasses on he couldn't make out any titles from across the room, but he was far too nervous to just walk around Sam's home. Even if he'd been invited in quite willingly, he was terrified that one wrong move would have him sleeping in the second floor hallway. Even worse, it'd have Sam avoiding him like the Plague, and he couldn't handle that.

He stood by the door like a statue, unsure of what to do with himself. Sam had gone back to the kitchen, stirring whatever he was cooking in a pan. It smelled really good, whatever it was, and Lyle's stomach growled.

Oh yeah, he hadn't been able to eat dinner yet. He'd been so worried about Sam letting him in that he'd completely forgotten that he was starving. He stared at the pan and tried to convince himself that he could go a single night without dinner. The food was done quickly, and Sam dumped the mixture of what looked like chicken and vegetables onto two plates.

He hadn't realized it, but Sam had turned around to look at him. The older man cleared his throat, getting Lyle's attention. Both plates were brought over to the table, set across from each other, and Sam smiled softly at him again.

“Here, dinner is served. It's not anything amazing but I promise it's seasoned, haha.”

Lyle blinked at him, staring for a moment before it clicked in his mind.

Oh. Sam had just given him half of his dinner. Without being asked, without him saying a thing, Sam had made him a plate. Lyle almost wanted to cry, the gesture unbelievably sweet. Yet another reason to be absolutely head over heels for the man, who could resist such a gentleman?

Lyle approached the table, cautiously sitting down at what he assumed to be his plate. The food smelled delicious, and his stomach rumbled once again. He couldn't ask for more, this night had already gone far better than he could've imagined.

Well. He could definitely ask for some privacy to huff Sam's hoodie, but it seemed that life had other plans for him tonight. This had to be considered a step up from just having a hoodie to sniff, though. He was in Sam's apartment, eating food that Sam had cooked, and he had permission to sleep on Sam's couch! It almost felt like a date…

The thought made his heart skip a beat. A date with Sam… they didn't need to go anywhere fancy, they didn't need any expensive dishes, all he needed was to be close to the love of his life. This was perfect! The only thing he could ask for would've been some alcohol. A little bit of liquid courage so maybe he could actually talk to Sam, instead of awkwardly sitting there staring at his food.

A plastic cup was suddenly set down in front of him, and Sam poured him a tall glass of red wine. Lyle stared at it for a moment, not saying anything. Sam poured his own cup, then looked to Lyle like he had realized something important.

“Oh, shit, my bad. I didn't even ask you if you wanted any. I kinda just assumed that with how your day has been, you could use something to drink…”

Sam was too sweet for his own damn good. That sweetness had earned him the attention of a freak like him, and Lyle felt mildly nauseous at his own thoughts. Was he good enough for a man like Sam? Would he be tainting the perfect man if he was with him?

No, he wasn't thinking about that. He wasn't ruining this, he was going to enjoy their time together. Even if he didn't get to call Sam his, maybe he could at least get Sam to hang out with him after this.

He grinned up at him from his seated position, then grabbed the plastic cup. He held it up, looking to Sam for a toast.

“Y-yeah, I could definitely use a drink. It's b-been a long day…”

Sam smiled back, and Lyle felt his stomach do flips. They clicked their cheap cups together, and both men guzzled their drinks. Sam didn't hesitate to grab the bottle of inexpensive wine and pour both of them another cup. Neither of them had work the next day. Another cup couldn't hurt.

Within half an hour, the bottle was empty.

Notes:

Sam is too kind for his own good and Lyle can barely handle it, the fuckin nerd. NOW I will write the kinky stuff

Chapter 3: Surprises

Summary:

Lyle actually works up the courage to try things out with Sam. What he finds out about Sam surprises him.

Notes:

I'M SORRY THE ACTUAL SMUT KEEPS GETTING PUSHED BACK I'M WORRIED THE CHAPTER WILL BE TOO LONG IF I PUT IT ALL IN ONE. Forgive me my readers I don't mean to jingle keys in front of your face and keep pulling them away. Chapter 4, I promise they get truly freakay. And maybe Sam gets to let his inner freak out too who knows.

Lyle knew a few very clear things about himself.

He knew he was a decent photographer, and that people liked the work he'd show. He knew he was incredibly down bad for Sam, and would do anything for a chance with him. Lastly, he knew that his meds made him an absolute lightweight, despite his size.

He knew damn well he shouldn't drink on his antidepressants. He knew the alcohol would hit him like a truck. He also knew that the only way he'd ever have the guts to admit his feelings to Sam was if he was at the very least tipsy.

Right now, he might've been a little beyond that.

After splitting the entire bottle of wine, Lyle had never felt better. No work tomorrow, he was gonna sleep on Sam's couch (Sam's!! Couch!!! He still couldn't believe how lucky he was.), and he was having fun. With Sam. He was genuinely in heaven.

Based on how open and giggly he'd gotten, Sam was pretty drunk too. They talked shit about their job, laughing together about all the things they'd gone through there over dinner. Once they were done with their meals and the plates had been put in the sink, they moved to the couch.

They continued to talk as Sam popped in one of his games and began playing. Lyle wasn't really paying attention to the game on the screen, or even the conversation for the most part. Anytime Sam would mention a little fact about himself, it'd be cataloged under "important” in Lyle's mind, but otherwise, he had better things to focus on.

Like the way Sam snorted when he laughed sometimes. Or how he stuck his tongue out a little when he was focusing on a hard part of the game. Or how damn badly he wanted to lean over and bury his face into Sam and just smell him. Sniffing his hoodie had been a nice appetizer, but he was ready for the actual meal now.

Sam was doing a decent job carrying on the conversation all by himself while Lyle was busy thinking. His brain was occupied with how he'd even bring the idea up to the man next to him.

Did he have it in him? Could he do it? Could he finally admit his feelings to Sam? What if Sam said no? What if all his fears became real and Sam never wanted to talk to him again-

… something was touching his thigh. He snapped out of it at the sensation, looking down to see… Sam's hand. On his thigh.

Holy shit holy shit holy shit holy SHIT.

The surface of the sun probably wasn't as hot as his face was in that moment. He stared at the hand almost in disbelief, completely awestruck by the contact. Sam was touching him. Sam had touched him without him even asking. Sam had made the first move. Lyle felt like he was about to pass out, heart hammering in his chest. The alcohol in his system wasn't helping with anything, besides giving him enough bravery to look up at Sam.

He was looking at Lyle, a shy smile on his face, mismatched eyes doing their best to maintain eye contact. He was perfect, oh so perfect, and Lyle had to have him. He barely had the restraint left to stop himself from just leaning forward and smashing his lips against Sam's. But, he held himself back, simply smiling back at the man.

Sam's voice was soft, the game in front of him paused, his focus on Lyle at the moment.

“I… I'm sorry if I'm reading the room wrong, but… did you wanna…?”

Lyle's heart nearly leapt out of his chest.

“YES!! I m-mean, uh, yeah! If-if you wanna-”

Sam chuckled, the sound making Lyle want to drag him into his lap and kiss him stupid. Sam gently placed his hands on the sides of Lyle's face, pulling him forward and pressing their lips together softly. Lyle couldn't stifle the low moan that escaped him. This was months of fantasies, months of pining and wanting nothing but to have Sam truly notice him, all actually happening to him.

Lyle was shaking, all of his willpower being put into not listening to the urge to jump Sam's bones and hump him like a fucking animal. He wanted, needed, this man. Sam was kissing him so sweetly, like he was worried about scaring him off.

If only he knew how much freaky shit Lyle wanted to do to him.

Lyle could only stop himself from trying to deepen the kiss for so long. Eventually, he was licking at Sam's bottom lip, desperately begging for entry. Sam seemed to hesitate at first but slowly opened his mouth, and Lyle didn't waste a second. He wasn't exactly sure of how to french kiss, but he had the perfect man in front of him to figure it out with.

They stayed like that for a while, making out and simply enjoying each other. Sam had wrapped his arms around Lyle's neck, and Lyle took his time memorizing the inside of the other man's mouth. He could do this for hours, days even. This was all he wanted.

Well… maybe not all he wanted. He certainly wouldn't say no if Sam wanted to take things a little farther. He absent-mindedly ran his hands down Sam's sides, then began to squish and squeeze the rolls of fat there. Sam was soft, fat, just like him, and Lyle couldn't get enough of it.

He wondered if Sam would let him worship him like the god he was. Honestly, he didn't even know if the man liked anything beyond vanilla sex, but that wouldn't stop him from thinking about it. The image in his head of Sam lying back, allowing him to kiss and mark every inch of his body, it was enough to almost make him delirious.

Sam pulled away from the kiss first, Lyle whining at the sudden loss of contact. He was breathing heavy, his eyes half lidded as he wiped the spit away from his mouth. All Lyle wanted to do was dive back in, but he managed to hold himself back. Sam smiled softly at him before speaking.

“Wow, that was… something. I didn't take you for someone who'd kiss like that. You… wanna take this further? Obviously it's alright if you don't! I just thought…”

He paused, clearly unsure if he should continue and risk upsetting the man next to him. It seemed that Sam was going to be the one that chickened out tonight. Lyle couldn't let that happen, he needed this. He'd been worked up since Sam had given him that damn hoodie (which he still had on. Maybe Sam would let him keep it…), and now he'd been allowed a taste of Sam. If he didn't get to let his inner freak out tonight he was going to fucking explode. He tried to control his excitement as he spoke.

“I'd r-really like that! I j-just… hope you c-can handle what I'm i-into.”

Sam went from nervous, to confused, to curious in a matter of seconds.

“What you're… into? What, you into some wild stuff? It can't be that bad.”

Oh, if only Sam knew how bad he could be.

Maybe he could start him off with something tame? A test to see if he could deal with something even a little kinky. What would he even consider his most tame kink? He really, really didn't want to risk scaring Sam off when he was this close to getting with him. He had to think. What could he try out on Sam?

… he could think of one.

“C-can I try something out? I promise i-it’s not too weird.”

San looked at him and gave him a slight shrug, smiling nervously.

“I mean, sure. I'm cool with almost anything.”

Okay. Okay! He had permission to try out one of his kinks on Sam. This was not a drill, this was actually real life, and he was about to try out one of his kinks on Sam holy shit. His heart was beating out of his chest. Was he really about to do this?

He looked Sam up and down, taking in his plush form.

…yeah. He was absolutely about to do this. He'd be an idiot to pass up a chance like this, a chance with his obsession. Gesturing for Sam to scoot his back against the arm of the couch, he followed him down. Lyle climbed atop him gently, trying not to crush him into the couch. He grinned excitedly and took Sam's hand, lifting his arm above his head and steadying himself. The wide eyed, surprised look on his face made the butterflies in Lyle's stomach turn into a frenzy.

He hesitated for a moment, before shoving his entire face into Sam's armpit. He inhaled deeply, taking in the smell of a day's worth of sweat mixed with deodorant. Filling his nose with the wonderful smell of Sam, he groaned softly into his pit.

He breathed in again, enjoying the scent of a man who'd been working all day. This had to be a dream. There was no way he was being allowed to huff Sam like this, he had to be imagining it. He had to have fallen asleep at some point and this was just one of his fantasies. He wasn't sure what this was, but he was going to take advantage of every second of this dream.

Maybe it was the smell, maybe it was the act of being this close to Sam, but he was ridiculously wet at this point. His boxers must've been soaked by now, and the feeling was irritating him. He wanted nothing more than to take them off (and maybe for Sam to get out of his clothes as well).

He breathed in again, pressing his nose into his armpit even further. He really hoped that Sam was at least kinda into this and not just humoring him for this long. If he really didn't like it he could've pushed him away by now, but he hadn't. In fact, he was breathing a lot heavier than he had been before.

Was Sam… enjoying this?

Please please please let him be enjoying it. If he was enjoying this then Lyle could die happy. Even the possibility that Sam liked this made his t-dick twitch, and that was nearly impossible to ignore. He finally pulled away from him, sweat beading on his forehead as he did so. His entire body was hot, and all he hoped for was that Sam didn't look disgusted when he could make eye contact again.

He stared down, working up the courage to look up at the man. He argued back and forth in his head, terrified about the possibility that he'd just freaked Sam out with his weird kink. Finally, he lifted his head.

And dear god, he could barely suppress the groan that left his mouth at the sight.

There Sam sat, eyes half lidded, panting softly, with a visible flush against his dark skin. Pupils blown wide, he looked nothing short of the picture of arousal. Lyle couldn't tear his eyes away from his face, the sight making his heart act up.

Sam spoke quietly between heavy breaths.

“That was… hot.”

Notes:

I feel like this chapter reads as really rushed but I've got like 80 other things I wanna draw and write and sculpt so I'm posting it as is. More freaky ahh Lyle coming your way soon.

Chapter 4: The Best Night of Your Life

Summary:

Lyle has been granted access to Sam's room, and Sam reveals a couple secrets about himself.

Notes:

SORRY FOR THE WAIT I've been having awful writer's block. And I was fearful of being cringe. But finally, some actual smut!

He didn't remember exactly when it had happened, but they had moved to Sam's room. Never did he expect to gain access to such a private area (at least, with Sam's permission. He'd definitely thought about using that spare key he'd found outside of his apartment more than once.) He felt like he was floating, being allowed here.

The only thing anchoring him to the world around him was the feeling of Sam's lips against him. The light suction as hickies were mouthed onto his neck had his head spinning, but he felt alive. It was like electricity shooting through him every time Sam moved to suck a new bruise. He'd finally taken Sam's hoodie off, throwing it to the side so he could have better access.

This was heaven. This was hell. The feeling was delicious, he never could've imagined how amazing this would feel. The only problem was, every new bit of contact had heat building in his guts. His legs were splayed wide to accommodate Sam's bulk between them as he laid atop Lyle. This meant that he couldn't grind them together for even a little friction against his aching cunt. The only relief he'd found was grinding up against Sam, but that wasn't nearly enough.

Lyle was whining, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut as he tried to memorize every little detail of how Sam felt against him. This was torture, plain and simple, but Sam could do this to him for hours and he'd sing his praises.

… okay, maybe he'd like a little more since it was their first time (and god did he hope it wasn't the last), but he could definitely see himself enjoying this situation again in the future. Having all of Sam's attention focused directly on him? A dream come true.

He reached up, gently sliding his fingers through Sam's hair, and gave it a little tug. Just enough to detach his lips from Lyle's throat. The light gasp that left Sam's mouth made Lyle's dick throb, he wondered if he liked having his hair pulled…

Thoughts for later.

Puffs of hot breath blew over his abused skin, making him shiver slightly. He hoped and prayed that Sam found him attractive like this, skin shiny with sweat, pupils blown wide, chest heaving with each breath. He'd never felt so much like art in his life.

With his neck finally free of Sam's plush lips, he spoke quietly.

“H-hey, uh, S-S-Sam? Can I t-try something else? It's… a l-little weirder than the o-other thing you let me try…”

Sam pulled back enough to actually look him in the face, and ohhhh was he truly magnificent like this. If Lyle was half as beautiful as Sam was in this moment, he'd be amazed. His lips were wet and a little swollen from continuously sucking on Lyle's neck. Spit was smeared around his mouth, his hair was a mess, and his cheeks were flushed. He was perfect, just as Lyle had fantasized over and over again when he was by himself (and sometimes while he was at work. It wasn't his fault that he worked with the man of his dreams!)

“Go for it. I'm kinda interested in seeing what else you're into. The uh… sniffing, was hot.”

Sam was interested? In him? He felt like he was going to blow up. Sam wanted to know more about him!!!

Okay, okay, calm down, Lyle. This is only the best day of your life, do not freak out and scare Sam away. Act natural.

“O-okay, cool! This is kinda like, uh… s-sniffing, plus? I may n-need you to take your pants o-off…”

He really, really hoped he wasn't pushing. If he ruined this he'd never forgive himself. Luckily, Sam seemed eager to get out of his pants. He shuffled off the bed, standing and undoing his belt as quickly as possible. He fumbled with it for a moment, getting visibly frustrated as the belt wouldn't cooperate. Finally he got it undone, pulling it from his pant loops and tossing it to the side.

As he went to pull down his pants, he hesitated.

“So, uhmm… promise you won't judge?”

… huh? What did he mean by that? Lyle would never judge him, Sam was true perfection to him (though, Sam probably didn't know that he thought of him like that. That was probably for the best, he didn't need to know about Lyle's little obsession.)

He nodded quickly. He was asking to huff Sam like a sharpie, how could he possibly judge?

Sam still hesitated, but finally shut his eyes and pulled his pants down. For a moment, Lyle was confused as to what he was seeing. Then, it clicked.

Oh! Oh.

Those were… yup, those were definitely what he thought they were. Instead of the boxers he'd been expecting to see, Sam was wearing a pair of lacy pink panties. Lyle couldn't look away. His dick twitched at the sight, and it took all of his willpower to not drag Sam back into the bed and fuck him nasty right there. They were clearly damp, the crotch wet with evidence of Sam's arousal, the fabric clinging to the folds of his-

Wait. Wait a goddamn second. That was very clearly not a dick print in those panties. Was… was Sam trans???

The realization hit him like a truck. Sam, the love of his life, the man he'd been pining over for months now, was trans. Just like him. Lyle couldn't believe it, he couldn't believe just how fucking lucky he was. First he was allowed into Sam's home, then Sam made the first move, and now this? He didn't think the man before him could get any more perfect, but this was a wonderful surprise.

“I know, they don't look good on me. I just like to feel… pretty, sometimes.”

Don't look good? How could Sam even think that?! Lyle had never seen anything nearly as sexy as this; a big, soft, beautiful man clad in cute panties. The temptation to take a picture to keep for later was bubbling inside him, but he dare not ruin this moment. Right now, his focus was on making sure Sam knew how good he looked.

“I th-think you look fantastic... If you lay d-down on the bed I'll sh-show you how much I like them.”

He never thought he'd have the nerve to talk to Sam like that, but here he was. He could barely look him in the eye sometimes, and now he's asked him to take his pants off AND get on the bed for him. Sure, he'd flirted (terribly, mind you) with him once or twice at work, and Sam hadn't ever straight up rejected him, but the attempts seemed to have gone completely unnoticed.

Or… maybe they hadn't been unnoticed? Maybe the time they were enjoying together right now was partially a result of his flirting? Oh, wouldn't that be nice. To know that Sam actually returned his feelings… he could cry right now thinking about it.

He was getting too in his head again. By the time he'd snapped out of his daydreaming about Sam being the same amount of madly in love as he was, the older man was already on the bed, laying on his back. His legs were open, giving Lyle the perfect view of his dick creating a slight bulge in the panties.

God, how he needed that thing in his mouth immediately. That would have to wait though, he had other things to attend to first. He'd consider getting to eat Sam out a very nice bonus to what he was about to do.

Lyle crawled between his legs, denying himself the absolute pleasure he'd get from kissing all along Sam's inner thighs. He'd always hoped that their first time would be more romantic, with a lot more foreplay, but he wasn't too upset about saving that for next time. Instead, Lyle gently moved Sam's hairy legs to rest over his shoulders, giving him perfect access to his goal. He hesitated, holding back only to look up and get one last nod from Sam, letting him know he could start.

That's all he needed.

He leaned forward, pressing his nose into the damp crotch of Sam's panties. He inhaled, breathing in for as long as he could, trying his damndest to fill his lungs to the brim. Pulling back only slightly, he exhaled a breath that cooled the wet fabric, making Sam shiver.

Oh, how could he resist when Sam was so cute? It didn't help that he smelled so, so good. He truly hadn't expected any of this to happen tonight, but when he'd been allowed to sniff Sam like that, he never believed it would lead to something like this. He was now nose deep in the older man's slit with only a thin barrier of pink satin.

Really, how was he supposed to guess that Sam was trans?

Not that he was upset or anything (far from it actually), but he'd really been expecting to be smelling Sam's cock after he'd gotten permission. This experience was still being thoroughly enjoyed, though, so Lyle could deal with this outcome.

He pressed his nose in a little deeper, Sam's bulge resting against the bridge as he breathed in again. The smell was intoxicating. Drool soaked into the fabric of the underwear as Lyle continued to memorize the smell. He could stay here all day, enjoying the scent until it made him dizzy.

Sam gasped at the feeling of Lyle's face pressed into his crotch, but he made no move to stop him. In fact, his hand slowly made its way to the back of Lyle's head. He gently grabbed his hair, before pushing his face in even further. Lyle could've came right there, the heat in his belly almost exploding as Sam ground lightly against his face.

“Hey, uh- hah, fuck- you can… eat me out, if you want…”

He hadn't expected to get permission for that so quickly, but he'd be a fool to complain. He huffed him one last time, committing the smell to memory, before he dragged his tongue up the crotch of the underwear. Sam shuddered at the sensation, groaning softly at the slight bit of contact.

…How long had it been since Sam had gotten any action? The thought of him being with anyone else almost made Lyle nauseous, but he pushed the thought out of his head immediately. No, he wasn't going to even consider that as a possibility. Sam was a loner, just like him. There was basically zero chance he'd gotten with anyone since Lyle had met him.

At least. That's what he was going to keep telling himself. Not like he'd love Sam any less if he had been with someone else, but he knew he was a jealous creature. He didn't want that to ruin his mood for the night. And besides, no one would be able to treat him like Lyle would. They were perfect for each other, Sam would see that after tonight.

Lyle licked at him again, savoring the little bit of taste he was getting through the panties. He usually considered himself a patient man, especially when it came to waiting for Sam's affections. Right now, however? He needed his lips wrapped around that cock or he was going to lose his mind.

He wasn't even willing to wait for Sam to remove his underwear, there was simply no time for that. He slid his fingers underneath the fabric and pulled it to the side quickly, exposing Sam's pussy to the slightly colder air of the apartment. He took in the sight, noting just how much body hair he had, and had to resist the urge to bury his face directly into the unruly bush of pubic hair.

Then he remembered that he'd been given permission to eat him out (and had already been sniffing his crotch like the nasty dog he was), so was there really any harm in indulging?

He didn't think so.

He leaned forward, parting the coarse hair with his nose, and breathed him in once again. He didn't know if he could ever go back to not having this in his life. Fantasizing about doing it was one thing, but actually having Sam in front of him, willing to let him live out said fantasies? This was more than he ever could've asked for.

Sam's grip on his hair had loosened, turning more into him just resting his hand on Lyle's head, but the contact still spurred him on. Hair tickled his nose, but that was easy enough to ignore. Would it be weird to tell Sam how good he smelled? Was that a weird thing to do? Maybe he'd be weirded out, or maybe he'd take it as a compliment…

…Maybe he'd be a little more open to hearing about that once he'd had a mind shattering orgasm?

He took another deep breath, wanting nothing more than to stay between Sam's thighs for the rest of his life. His only purpose in life could be to get Sam off and he'd be the happiest man alive. Sam was his everything, and he'd do just about anything for that to be mutual.

Once he'd finally had his fill of inhaling Sam's musk, he moved on to his next goal; eating the man out until he was screaming Lyle's name. Did he have any sexual experience whatsoever? No, being a dweeb kinda barred him from those experiences (though before he'd met Sam, he told himself that he just hadn't met the right person yet.) Was that gonna stop him from trying?

Absolutely not. Sam was in for the best night of his life, if Lyle had anything to say about it.

He moved back to Sam's engorged t-dick, nearly drooling down his chin as he watched it twitch. He licked his lips eagerly, before ducking down and taking it gently into his mouth. There was an awful temptation within him to suck roughly, to see just how much his beloved Sam could handle, but there was too much risk to that. If he actually hurt Sam, if he didn't like that kind of overstimulation, he could end this experience before it'd even begun.

He couldn't have that. He couldn't lose this chance, he couldn't ruin this, he'd never forgive himself-

He was losing focus again. He'd never been good at keeping on track, but this was the most important thing he'd ever done, and he wasn't going to mess this up.

Getting himself back into the task at hand, he recognized quickly that Sam was… already panting? He hadn't even really done anything yet… Was he really that sensitive? Something about that knowledge was… unreasonably arousing.

He slurped at Sam's cock almost reverently, the taste filling his mouth and making him hum softly around the length. The older man gasped at the suction and gripped at Lyle's hair again, pulling softly at the braids within his grasp. Even just that little tug had him moaning and desperate to reach down and play with his own cock. He was almost hoping he'd pull a little harder…

It wasn't time to focus on himself, though. Sam certainly smelled good, but somehow he tasted even better, and it had Lyle's head spinning. How could one man be so perfect? And how had he managed to go so long without this perfection in his life?

He detached from Sam's dick with a wet pop!, breathing hot puffs of air against the sensitive organ. He'd barely done anything and Sam was already taking heaving breaths, whining softly at the loss of contact. The sound was music to Lyle's ears, and he had to resist leaning back in to capture him in his mouth once again. Instead, he licked a flat-tongued stripe up Sam's slit, stopping right below his cock.

Torturing his beloved with overstimulation this early might've been too far, but maybe Sam would appreciate some teasing? He didn't wanna get him off too quickly, he needed this to last.

He had an idea. Hopefully Sam could handle a little bending.

He lapped at his cunt one more time, before moving to adjust his position. He got up onto his knees quickly, not wanting to waste any time. Sam looked up at him, but it was clear there was barely a thought behind those eyes besides the need to get off.

Lyle could help with that.

He grabbed onto his plush hips, using his strength and size to drag the poor man's lower half up and basically fold him in half. Sam yelped at the sudden change of position, and definitely winced as his knees were placed close to his ears. Lyle held him tightly by the thighs and let the bulk of his weight rest against his chest, hopefully taking some of the strain off of the older man's back.

This position, being able to stare down at Sam, holding even just this little bit of power over him, had Lyle's cock throbbing in his pants. He felt like a God almost, and the power was making him giddy. He grinned down at the older man, his usual gap-toothed smile far less endearing than it usually was, and dived right back in where he left off.

He dragged his tongue through his damp folds, letting the taste of Sam wash over him once again. He should be savoring this taste like the delicacy it was, but he was far too excited to stop himself. Licking at his molten core over and over again, he got into a rhythm. Slide through his folds, cup the underside of his cock with his tongue, suck gently at the tip, repeat. Sometimes he'd dip his tongue into him, enjoying the feeling of his walls clenching around him.

He needed to slow down. Based on the sounds Sam was making, he was close. The thought excited him to no end, he was about to make Sam cum!! He was making Sam feel good!! But, he had wanted this to last… stretching this out over an entire night was how he'd planned it (although, he'd definitely thought about their first time being quick and messy in the back of the convenience store…).

He looked down at Sam. Eyebrows knit together, eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head, teeth dug so hard into his bottom lip that it looked like he was about to draw blood. He was beautiful, gorgeous, perfect.

… fuck it, he could draw this out on a different night. He couldn't deny the man the orgasm he so clearly needed any longer.

He sucked Sam's engorged cock back into his mouth, running his tongue over it again and again, feeling it jump every time he did so. Sam was gasping for air, just begging for release, and Lyle had a wicked idea. Lightly, not wanting to actually hurt him, he ran his front teeth over the sensitive head, catching the hood of his clit and pulling it slightly.

That was all it took.

Sam basically shrieked his release, his orgasm not washing over him, but hitting him like a fucking truck. He dug his nails into the pillow behind his head, whining and humping his dripping pussy against Lyle's mouth as he rode out his high. Lyle sucked lightly on his cock the whole time, never wanting the look on Sam's face to disappear. If only he was brave enough to ask for a photo of something like that…

Eventually, Sam reached up to gently push Lyle's face away from his overstimulated clit. He finally backed off, but not before pressing a gentle, loving kiss to it. The man below him was a sweaty wreck. Hair a mess, sweat pooling under his upper back and quickly beginning to cool, eyes unfocused as he came back to his body. He was a form of art to Lyle.

He finally set Sam's lower half down, the adrenaline shakes of having just done what he had making his arms feel weak. That, and Sam would probably like to be able to breathe normally again. The lower half of his face was dripping with Sam's spend, and it took everything in him to not wipe his face clean then lick it off his fingers. He figured the man would find that a *little* weird.

Now that he had finally gotten him off, fulfilling one of the fantasies that he'd had for months now, he couldn't ignore just how badly he needed to follow suit. He'd never been so horny in his entire life, he'd never needed to come so badly. His boxers were probably drenched by this point, and he was looking forward to peeling them off.

That was, if he was interested in returning the favor.

He certainly didn't have to, if it really came down to it he could get himself off, but oh, the thought of Sam's hands (or mouth) on him had him throbbing. Would it be rude to ask him to return the favor? He wasn't sure.

Lost in his own thoughts again, he didn't notice what Sam was doing until he felt a warm hand slide up the crotch of his pants. He gasped, clenching his thighs slightly, then looked at him. Sam sat with a tired but satisfied grin on his face, looking up at Lyle with heavy eyes but clear determination.

“Your turn.”

Notes:

Crying and screaming as I wrote every single word of this. This chapter felt like pulling teeth. And for SOME REASON I want to write at least two more chapters.

Also if I miss a really important tag, please tell me. I am Dumb.

Notes:

Spoiler: Lyle still gets his sniffa on :)

Consider chapter 2 part of the "what if Lyle actually had the balls to approach Sam and NOT resort to stalking." au.