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Paulie's door slammed open as his and Sam's wet footsteps squeaked into his apartment in tandem, his arm gripping securely onto Sam's waist. Their trenchcoats dripped onto the front room's worn carpet as Paulie rushed to remove and hang them up haphazardly. Despite his panic, he ensured he laid Sam down onto his couch carefully as he gripped his own shoulder.
"Sit tight Sammy, I'll get the kit! Won't be a minute!" Sam watched as Paulie speedwalked to his kitchen followed by the sound of drawers being tugged open. He puffed in exhaustion as he sat up in throbbing pain; Sam realised this was his first time at Paulie's and deciding to briskly analyse it.
It was certainly cramped; the main room was just about the size of the meeting room at the bar, moodly lit by a single lamp by the couch. Paulie's single bed was tucked into a dark corner, while his bathroom was barely big enough to fit a toilet and bath.
With nothing else to do, Sam contemplated what went wrong while heavy rain pattered against the windows.
Goddamn! How did we get outsmarted by those bastards!? We checked everywhere! Thank god Paulie came when he did, or I-
His self-reflection abruptly ended when Paulie barged back into the room breathlessly, a small plastic box rattling in his hands. "Found it! Take your shirt off, I needa see if it's bad." Sam began unbuttoning his blazer like routine, followed by his waistcoat and shirt.
"There better be no needles involved, I don't trust ya not to give me an accidental accupuncture," he remarked as Paulie sat beside him, searching for something inside the box.
"You better hope I don't, ain't no one else here to patch ya up." Swirling a bottle of isopropyl alcohol, Paulie scoffed teasingly as he turned. "Now let me see that shoulder." His hand reached under Sam's arm, fingers pressing onto his firm flesh. Although Sam was shot at, the bullet only grazed his right shoulder, however it still left a small wound about 4mm deep that was trickling blood.
Pouring some alcohol onto a rag, his grip shifted to Sam's ribs where his palm held his body in place. "Ah, don't look too bad! Might sting a little though, jus' clench your jaw and stay still for me." Sam could only do as Paulie asked, watching him with baited breath. He attempted to distract himself from the pain by returning to his thoughts.
This ain't the first time I've had a man touchin' me like this, so why is... Ah shit, what am I sayin'?
Paulie's warm and steady breathing spread across Sam's chest as he wiped the small wound clean, trying to prevent the alcohol-soaked rag from touching the injury itself. Sam was pleasantly surprised with the precision and care Paulie was displaying, a significant shift from his usual sloppy effort at work. For the first time that night, he felt safe.
"Anyone ever tell ya you got a real tough body?" Sam released his breath following the unexpected... compliment? His mouth opened, hesitating to respond, but his mind pushed through.
"What're you talking about? I'm not some broad you can hit on." His response came out harsher than it seemed in his head.
"That how ya took it?" Paulie smiled and exhaled sharply in amusement, keeping his focus. "I was just sayin', you don't got a single bruise on ya." His head twisted to look at Sam's face. "Well, except for that one. Damn, the bastard really got you good."
"Tell me 'bout it."
After a moment of brief silence from both men, Paulie pulled his head back to give a small report. "Luckily for you, all this needs is a bandage and you're gonna be right as rain Sam!" Paulie smiled assuringly to Sam before replacing his rag with a roll of bandage wrap.
Sam's gaze focused on his cleaned wound, finding that it's no longer bleeding. "At least you can do somethin'. Don't hurt too much anymore either."
"Sarah taught me. Even bought me this box. You oughta thank her instead."
"I wasn't thankin' you."
"Sure, sure."
Paulie got up and stood in front of Sam, lifting him off the couch by the arms. Sam sharply hissed at a pounding pain in his ankle as he stood, one which was hidden by adrenaline. Paulie's attention was caught, his response coated in pity. "Your ankle hurt too? Sorry Sammy, you're gonna hafta deal with it for a bit."
He raised Sam's left arm and positioned it on his own shoulder. Their now much closer proximity caused Sam to quietly scoff and subtly smirk. "Sarah taught ya to get this close too?"
"Do you want that wound to heal or nah? I can't wrap it with your arm in the way," Paulie explained as he retrieved a long belt of bandage, placing it upon Sam's shoulder with a gentle pat and wrapping it across his torso.
His hand slid across the surface of Sam's body, his calloused hands suddenly tender and soft. Reaching his arms behind Sam's back, Paulie's head tilted forward closer to his ear, his calm breathing spreading heat across Sam's face. Unable to do much else again, his hand started very slowly rubbing Paulie's shoulder.
"Christ, you're hot as all hell." Paulie breathily spoke out of the blue, catching Sam completely off-guard for multiple reasons.
Sam barked out one single laugh, genuine amusement across his face. "You tryna give a guy the wrong idea?"
Paulie hummed pleasingly at his response. "Maybe I just like seein' ya get all embarrassed."
...Like seein' me embarrassed? I don't get embarrassed.
"Anyway, that's not what I meant. I was sayin' you're really warm is all."
Sam's own body betrayed his beliefs as a faint blush flared up on his face. "Obviously. Else I'd be dead."
Another moment of silence passed as Paulie laid bandages upon a now awkward Sam, secretly enjoying the body heat from Paulie's hand countering the raging storm they were just in. Tying a knot in the bandages, Paulie stepped back as Sam tested their stability by tugging gently.
"That should do it. Now sit and let me look at your leg." He lowered down between Sam's legs as Sam laid back into the couch once more. Paulie lifted and set Sam's foot onto his thigh and cuffed the trouser leg.
His ankle was red and already swelling, and Paulie could only musingly groan before looking up to Sam and responding. "Looks pretty bad, don't think there's much for me to do 'bout this."
Sam swore it must have exhaustion or delirium, but the sight of Paulie sitting between his knees and glancing into his eyes with worry suddenly twisted his brain chemistry.
Measuringly, he sat up and lowered his hands with purpose, slowly inching to hold Paulie's head. "What do you recommend I should do, nurse Lombardo?" A cunning smirk grew on Sam's face as he admired the faint glow reflecting off Paulie's eyes.
Staring into each other, his foot shifted off his thigh and instead found its way between Paulie's legs where it felt a faint twitch.
Breaking their contact and glancing down at Sam's leg moving against his crotch, Paulie scoffed to himself. "Ain't this somethin'... they musta knocked your head pretty good huh?" Holding onto his calf he slowly looked back up. "Ya sure you know what you're askin' for?"
"Stop buyin' time or I'll change my mind."
Gladly playing along, he pushed Sam's foot down harder, massaging their meeting points together. "I can see you got lotsa built-up tension Sammy. I'll prescribe ya somethin' for it."
Shuffling closer, Paulie sat up on his knees and reached over Sam's legs to tug their faces together into a sudden but deep kiss. Low moans erupted from him as he lowered an arm and fiddled with Sam's belt buckle.
Sam lifted his hips and began ripping his pants down to assist him, dropping them at his ankles and leaving Sam almost fully unclothed. His knees began to tremble against Paulie, who broke their kiss and hummed teasingly.
"Can't wait for me can ya?"
"No idiot, it's goddamn cold and I don't got anythin' on."
Paulie paused briefly before laughing at his own stupidity. "Oh yeah! Ah... sorry Sam, I don't got the dough for a fireplace. You're gonna hafta put your shirt and stuff back on."
"Kinda ruins the mood." Mumbling, Sam retrieved only his shirt and slipped it over his head.
"Don't worry pal, I'll make it up to ya later." Paulie worked on him below, running his palms along Sam's squashed thighs, embracing the sensation of the hairs threading between his fingers. His thumbs squeezed into his inner legs, drawing out a little wince from Sam and a tent to gradually form by his hands.
Paulie peeked up and lightly smacked his hands down on Sam's body. "Ya warm enough to start? Can't have my patient freezin' during inspection."
Sam's face contorted into a mixture of a smile and grimace. "You're gettin' too into this, its weird."
"Hey, you're the one who started it."
He chose to test Sam first, identifying what struck his nerves just right. He spread his legs slightly and softly kissed along the inner thighs, leaving little warm spots of saliva to linger on his legs.
Sam's whining rang throughout the room to Paulie's pleasure until he stuck his tongue out and began greedily outlining his bulge. The shape of Sam's tip became increasingly visible as Paulie's slick saliva coated his boxers, his dick jerking in tandem with his heartbeat.
"Ahhh c'mon... don't play with me dumbass..." Sam sealed his eyes in expectation and choked back a grunt, hinting to Paulie he's doing well. "Jus' hurry it up... stop makin' me wait..."
"Patience Sammy, not all treatment works instantly." Enjoying the role of a "doctor" too much, Paulie smirked towards Sam as he fully engulfed his clothed dick into his mouth, huffing delicately around it. His tongue explored eagerly, digging itself into any cranny and leaving a pool of saliva to soak onto Sam's cock.
The hoarse moaning spilling from Sam's mouth signalled to Paulie that he was ready and he impatiently tugged his boxers down. Sam's dick sprung up, the rapid movement of it bringing his breath to a halt in his throat. One of Paulie's hands briefly pumped him in preparation and his other stabilised him by holding onto Sam's thigh.
"Don't be embarrassed to let me know how good I am, yeah?" Paulie joked one last time before a hand pulled down on Sam's foreskin.
Paulie stuck his tongue out and quickly licked up Sam's length before he dove down his dick in one quick motion, nose poking through his unkempt pubes. A loud groan heaved out from Sam's lungs as the fulfilling sensation of Paulie's tongue directly gliding along him undid the nerves in his tip.
Both of his hands now pressed against Sam's thighs, Paulie used their leverage to bounce his head and establish a steady pace. Looking up at Sam, he watched him cover his mouth swiftly before releasing another breathy moan and darting his head backwards.
"Damn Paulie..." Sam's hand shifted and fell slack onto the couch, gripping tightly onto the leather cushions. "Where'd ya learn all that...?" His head weighed back down, their eyes meeting.
Paulie examined his face; he looked so pathetic, eyebrows knitting as sweat began to glisten across his forehead. He quickly slid Sam's dick out of his quivering mouth to praise the man. "You're so cute when ya look at me like that Sammy... Keep bein' beautiful for me."
He took a deep inhale before returning his lips around Sam's tip, circling his tongue around it before pushing himself down. Sam's hands crawled to Paulie's hair, digging his fingers into his roots and caressing them gently.
"Don't... give me all the credit Paulie... you've never... looked as fuckin' hot as today..." Sam's hands got his point across even better when they plunged onto Paulie's head, some spit dribbling onto and down his leg.
Enamoured by Sam's atypical desperation, Paulie chuckled to himself briefly. The constrictions of his throat hugged at Sam's every pressure point, loosening his clench and forcing out another grunt accompanied by an aching thrust from his hips. "Fuck... keep going..."
Paulie couldn't help but moan in unison with him. With every twitch of Sam's dick that knocked against his mouth, a jolt of lust pulsed into his dick and an idea became clearer in his mind.
He removed Sam from his mouth more deliberately this time, slowly allowing each vein to massage against his lips. "I'll give ya somethin' to do Sam," Paulie commanded as he returned Sam's foot towards his bulge, kickstarting the motions for him. "Jus'... push on it, an' don't hold back."
Taking Sam back in like clockwork, Paulie began slightly rutting his hips against Sam's foot as he kneaded it thouroughly, a string of groans vibrating continuously into his gut. Sam's hands upon Paulie's head lowered, his fingers cupping under his jaw and stroking his stubble.
"Suckin' my dick so willingly... didn't even hear ya gag once..." He attempted to laugh, but it came out as staggered breathing. "Bet you... been practicin'? Waitin' for the day... ya could get me alone?"
Sam jabbed his foot into Paulie's bulge with all the power that remained in his legs. Paulie huffed around Sam's dick and nodded subtly, bringing a smug smile to his own face. "'Course ya did. Actin' like the whores... at the Blue Tropics."
Sam's hands climbed back onto Paulie's head, his previously gentle cradling replaced with authoritative clasping as Sam yanked at him. Paulie's hair, usually doused in pomade, had lost its form due to Sam's interference, strands sticking to his forehead. Sam's dick slid out of his mouth with a faint pop before Paulie grinned in satisfaction.
"Christ, you're gettin' bold." He glared up to Sam, determined. "Ya like that? Takin' control?" His hand pumped at Sam's dick, hoping to extract an answer.
Sam's hips lifted subconsciously, trembling into Paulie's hot touch. "Hah... someone's gotta knock your pompous ass down a peg." The laughable irony wasn't lost on Paulie, convincing him to push forward.
"You sure talk a lotta shit, but when it comes to the sheets..." Paulie stood suddenly, climbing onto Sam's lap and bringing their bodies to stroke together. "...all ya do is follow orders like a damn dog."
Before Sam even had time to retaliate, Paulie's lips hungrily crashed into his. Sam immediately deepened their kiss, a new strength overcoming him as he manhandled Paulie, pushing him flat onto the couch and crouching over him. His hands pushed behind Paulie's head as he tilted his head to force his tongue inside, lapping blobs of saliva.
As Sam retreated for air, Paulie used the opporunity to continue. "That's what I was waitin' for... the real Sam Trapani. Not that lil' pussycat." A smirk grew on Sam's lips, thoughts flooding into his mind.
"If that's what ya want, you better be ready." His chafed their hips together in warning, their dicks meeting by the barrier of Paulie's pants.
Paulie puffed a confident scoff. "When ain't I?" Taking it a step further, he unbuckled his belt skillfully with a single hand and ripped both his pants and boxers off together. Complimenting Sam's actions, he lifted his hips and allowed both dicks to tap together, the small contact lighting a big fire in his gut.
Sam's eyes narrowed, but his snarking widened. "Cocky bastard." The words lingered along his tongue as he initiated the next kiss, pushing powerfully at his body with his own. His hands clutched at Paulie's ankles, binding them together around his waist while he shifted backwards.
Sam arranged his hips so that his tip rested around Paulie's entrance, pulsing in anticipation. Even in his position, Paulie gathered the gall to taunt at him one last time before coming undone.
"Try confident. Sounds much kinder." He raised a hand to Sam's face, stroking it gently before giving it two light smacks.
A malicious smile tugged at Sam's lips as determination bubbled in him. "So damn annoying..."
Sam released a pool of their mixed saliva onto his dick before plunging his tip into Paulie, simulatenously throwing his arms forward to restrain his wrists. Paulie winced quietly, squirming against Sam's grip.
"Shit, Sammy... some help woulda been nice..." Temporarily ignoring his words, Sam continued to leisurely push through.
His mouth hung open graudally wider as he watched his dick disappear inside Paulie. The feeling of his pubes tickling Paulie's body hair when he bottomed out caused a groan to slip to himself in newfound pleasure.
The initial soreness in Paulie trickled away as his body accustomed to the foreign object, replacing it with a filling pleasure. "Ahh shit! Christ, you're so..."
"Whores don't need... any damn preparation. And you ain't much... different from 'em. But... hahh... you're tighter than any I met..." As Sam's hips began to rock slowly, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, dick greedily seeking for Paulie's prostate.
Paulie smiled, sweat forming along his upper lip. "That's... part a' my charm. Fuck... you're good..." An involuntary arch jolted along his spine as a force massaged onto his sweet spot. "Ahhh! Right there, Sammy... Sammy..."
Helpless pleading escaped Paulie's mouth as Sam worked tirelessly to loosen his walls, releasing his hand from Paulie's and lowering it to cup his face.
"You talk a lot... when you're gettin' fucked raw... huh?" His thumb began circling around Paulie's cheekbone. "Keep talkin'... I love hearin' your voice... when it's beggin' for me..."
Hoping to extract more beautiful sounds, Sam's palm lowered further to begin pumping Paulie for a change. The sudden touch shot a whine out of Paulie, zipping his eyes shut. "Nghh... anythin' ya say S-Sammy..."
"Hey. Look at me..." Sam commanded, grabbing at Paulie's jaw dominantly. "Watch me... while ya take me all night..."
He pulled his dick out of Paulie fully before slamming it back inside and ripping a raspy shout from Paulie's mouth, Paulie's prostate absorbing all the blunt force.
His eyes shot open, tears beginning to swell. "Ohh f-fuck! Sammy! Again... a-again..." A crescendo of staggered gasps followed his pleas while Sam leaned down to his ear and smirked coldly.
"Your next words... are I'm sorry..." Sam's thrusting became assertive as he dove towards Paulie's collarbone and bit down on it forcefully, sucking on the marks it left.
Paulie clenched his teeth so hard he thought they'd shatter, each nerve's stimulation manifesting into a hoarse moan.
"Ahhh! I-I'm sorry...! Mmh..." His hand reached down to his dick, laying his hand over Sam's and quickening his pace for him.
"Ya like that... d-dontcha? Fuck, Paulie... you're... nghh... s-so goddamn dirty..." Sam gave an exasperated chuckle in between words and repeated the action, aiming now for his neck.
Both his hands gripped onto Paulie's shoulders as he lifted him slightly to gain a better position, letting Paulie's dick flop onto his stomach. With Sam's hungry bite against the tender neck, Paulie's own arms flung themselves around Sam's back, thrusting him down and choking out a whine down his ear.
"J-Jesus Christ... nghhh!" Their chests chafed together as they both heaved together, Sam's thrusting into Paulie ceasing for a moment. "G-God Sammy... mmph... How'd ya know... my neck's m-my weak spot...?"
Sam pulled himself off, capturing their mouths in a swift kiss. "I didn't... but I know ya well enough."
"A-Ahhh... you're really s-somethin' else..." Paulie gave a breathy chuckle. "Now choke me..."
Slightly surprised at his sudden demand, Sam grinned lightly. "Hah... ya don't get to give orders." Despite his words, he sat up and extended an arm at Paulie's gullet. "Jus' tap me if ya need some air."
"That's perfect..." Paulie reassured him before he continued his movements, Sam's thumb and fingers pressing into the soft skin under Paulie's jaw.
I never woulda guessed that learnin' to choke someone out would come in handy like this.
...Okay, well, maybe I did. Not the first time I've done this. But it is with Paulie. Idiot's full a' surprises.
Reconnecting their gazes, Sam stared into Paulie like a deer in headlights as he deepened the rolling of his hips. A foreign thought injected into Sam's mind as he watched him; Paulie loved and trusted him enough to let him choke him during sex. Something about it aroused Sam. He didn't know why, but he loved it.
"How's it...?" Sam questioned, forgetting like an idiot that Paulie couldn't give a proper answer. As best as he could, Paulie smiled and nodded, followed by a choked sound and his back arching.
Watching Paulie's hips begin pumping themselves into the air, a soft smirk formed at Sam's lips. "It's that good... huh? You know you... nghh... look amazing like this... right? My Paulie..." Sam could feel the tightening of Paulie's walls as his prostate grew with tension.
"You're... hngh... almost there... don't gotta tell me... I can feel it..." He slowed his pace, giving Paulie the chance to feel everything as he spurted. "C'mon Paulie... ahh... let it all go..."
Soon after, Sam felt taps at his hand, signalling for him to let Paulie breathe.
He wished he didn't let go. In fact, he wished he pressed harder.
Sam's strong grip against his throat, his dick penetrating deep into him, and the permission granted to him were all the factors Paulie needed to finish, his pent up whimpers spilling at last. Webs coated his shirt as his rutting slowly ceased, clearly ejecting all his remaining energy.
As Paulie's wheezing filled the room alongside Sam's grunting, his laboured words scratched Sam's brain like it was the nicest itch in the damn world.
"I can feel it too Sammy... you're 'bouta finish..." He was right. Paulie knew he was right. Sam knew he was right. Yet he wouldn't let it end until it was on his terms.
The massaging of Paulie's prostate while he finished and his weary panting as if he ran a marathon pushed him too close to the edge, and the only thing that would tip him over was right beneath him.
For a final time, Sam caught their lips together and allowed himself to fully encapsulate the taste of Paulie in his mouth before the moment ended. In preparation, Sam pushed himself into Paulie as far as possible and stuck his tongue into his mouth. His eyes fluttered shut as he let his mind and body rest for the first time today.
Paulie allowed him to moan unashamed into his mouth, swallowing down Sam's noises while his dick spilt inside like a valve. He returned the gesture, pleased groans travelling from his gut as he felt Sam's body shiver in and against his own, the strange feeling spreading around his body.
Sam panted against his jaw as he pulled gently from Paulie and fell softly on top, the other reaching to stroke Sam's hair.
"That was... pretty damn amazin'. I knew giving ya control was a good idea." A genuine smile lit up Paulie's face, an expression Sam believed looked the prettiest on him. "You did great. So, so great..."
A much-needed gentle kiss landed across Sam's cheek as Paulie guided his head to his chest, the two lying together with syncronised breathing. "Let's... jus' stay like this, Sammy. I don't wanna leave ya just yet."
Sam's hand glid across Paulie's shirt, but recoiled it suddenly as his hand felt a slimy substance upon his palm. He sighed, but not with sadness nor irritation. Only simple amusement.
"Would love to Paulie, but you want us to sleep in this state?" A faint grin grew on him, palm lifted to Paulie's face as he awaited a response.
Paulie only breathily chuckled, ignoring the dripping from his entrance. "We can shower in the mornin' or somethin'. I can't let our moment end yet."
Sam's eyes slowly became heavier as his face cozied up against Paulie's chest, choking out a single laugh.
"Neither can I."