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I was going to wait until tomorrow to post this, but what the hell. I didn't think you'd mind.
Title: 40 Days and 40 Nights (7/9)
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6
Rating: PG this chapter
Pairing: Steve (The Second Coming)/Sam (Reaper)
Summary: A crossover that I felt appropriate given the characters' circumstances. The whole fic is finished. Set after the Reaper season 1 finale. Sam encounters a mysterious stranger on the road.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own words.
“We need to talk,” Sam blurted out the instant Ben and Sock left the apartment. As soon as Sam and Ben had returned, Ben insisted that they absolutely must rent a movie and that Sock must come along to choose it because it was his turn, never mind that Sam was the next one in line and no one was counting anymore due to the trip, but no, Sam can’t come along and drive because he was busy with a thing and Sock couldn’t be that hung over since Steve had taken some of his pain away, so stop whining like a little girl and get in the car. Steve observed the whole exchange with increasing panic as Sam hung back until they were all alone, no company other than the bacteria proliferating manically around them. Hands scrabbling at his forearms, Sam paced around the kitchen, chewing on his bottom lip. Here it came. The Talk. Capital T. What else would cause such a precipitous exit, especially following the mysterious disappearance of Sam and the all knowing Ben from the apartment? He took a deep breath. There was no sense in avoiding this any longer. Sooner or later, the truth would out. Might as well get it over with.
“Yeah, we do,” Steve said, right hand scratching the ribbed cloth of the sofa, glancing down at it before braving Sam’s troubled eyes. “Sam, I—“
“I should,” Sam interrupted, crossing his arms only to uncross them a second later. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt you, but I want to say something. You know what? Never mind. You go first.”
Steve considered getting up to make this more proper, but with the weakness gripping his legs he feared that he’d simply collapse back on the sofa again.
“Um, Sam?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m not the type to do this usually. At all, really. I don’t want you to think that I’m a...” he scrunched his eyes shut, lips wavering over the next word, ”pervert or anything, because I’m not. Although I probably am because of this.”
“Hey, I don’t think that. I mean, it’s weird, but it’s not like it’s one sided or anything. That is, you do like me, right? I’m not misinterpreting this, am I?”
And he looked so scared about the possibility of Steve not corresponding his affection that it coaxed a smile onto Steve’s face, though it soon wilted away again.
“No, you’re not. But I shouldn’t. You’re half my age.”
“I don’t mind.”
“It’s fine for a young man to desire an older one, Sam, but not the other way around.”
“And it’s good that you’re worried about that. It shows that you’re not a... perv. But you don’t need to be. And considering who you are, you shouldn’t be anyway.”
Steve let out a soft snort.
“Because I’m supposed to be pure and innocent?”
And untouched.
“Kind of. Not that I know what I’m talking about. I don’t know much about these things. I know I should given my job, but I depend on Ben for the Biblical stuff.”
“I don’t know about innocent. Depends on how you define it.”
“The type who doesn’t mix with the Devil’s son.”
Sam looked at the floor beneath his feet, expression so painfully raw that it made Steve’s insides hurt.
“That’s what you’re worried about.”
The tickle of a sneer slithered over Steve’s spine. He shook himself, driving it away.
“Doesn’t it seem weird to you?” Sam said. “You’re the son of God. I’m the son of the Devil. It’s just so... it seems planned somehow.”
“You think he has something to do with this?”
“I don’t know. It’s the type of thing he’d do. Fuck with me, try to tempt me, tempt you. Not that my liking of you is manufactured. I don’t think. I don’t feel like it is. It feels too real. Though he has... I’ve seen him trick people into liking someone they don’t.”
“He couldn’t manipulate my feelings, Sam.”
“But he could still tempt you, right?”
“Yes, that he can. If he is, he couldn’t have chosen a better way.”
Sam stared at him, an awkward, flattered smile fluttering on his lips.
“Ah, come on. Now you’re just saying that.”
“I’m not.”
“Okay,” Sam relented, but the smile still shone in his eyes.
“I really don’t think it’s him, though.”
“Why not? Is that one of your certainties?”
No.
“Yes.” Liar. “Kind of. I didn’t really stumble into you by accident.”
“What do you mean?”
“When I got here from England, I did wander about randomly for a few days, but I knew I was looking for a person. All I had was the name Sam Oliver, that’s it. These things come at me all disjointed. I usually can’t tell head from toe until it’s staring at me in the face. But when you crouched over me in the forest, I didn’t need either of your friends to say your name. I already knew it from the sound of your voice. And I knew you were afraid, sad, fed up with all the crap life had thrown at you recently, running around like a chicken who’d lost its head, like me, and I liked you, wanted to comfort you, but I didn’t plan this.”
He waved his fingers between Sam and him, quickly dropping his hand back on his lap in embarrassment. Sam just looked at him. For second after second, he just stood across the room and stared at Steve’s embarrassed face, a frown sketching itself on his brow and Steve wavered between meeting his eyes or turning towards the nonthreatening comfort of the rug.
“That’s why you,” Sam finally said, voice low and so very soft, “You did that. You got in my head and took all the pain away.”
“Yeah.”
“I thought you were an angel. Though I couldn’t figure out why an angel would want to help me. except Steve. the other Steve. but he was a demon when I met him. I’m still not convinced that that’s not a coincidence. The name, I mean. He saved me from being buried alive by his temporarily deranged boyfriend. Then you pop up. Another Steve. Coincidences don’t mean the same thing anymore, you know.”
“Well, I really don’t know who this other Steve is, except from what you’ve said.”
“You’d like him. He’s a neat guy, him and Tony. Except for the attempted murder.”
“I’m sure he’s really sorry about that.”
“You’re sure?”
“Not like I read his mind sure, but he saved you in the end, right? So he is, then.”
A tight smile tugged on Sam’s lips for a moment.
“You realize what we’re doing?” he said.
“What?”
“We’re avoiding the subject.”
“No, we’re not. We just went on a little tangent, that’s all.”
“That counts as avoiding the subject.”
“Fine. You started it, then.”
“Did not. I just... Okay, fine. So I kind of did, but you egged me on.”
“How? You’re the one who kept going on about Tony.”
“And you encouraged me. That makes you an equal partner in the avoidance.”
“Fine. Shall we talk about the real subject now, then?”
“By all means,.”
“Okay, then.”
Silence ensued, filled with suddenly awkward head turning and hands scrabbling at sofa cushions and clothing, palms, everything except each other.
“Okay,” Sam said in a sharp rush. “Let’s just reason this out like adults. Because I am an adult. Really. I’m 21. There’s no legal problems on that end. I like you. You like me. At least, you said you like me.”
Steve confirmed this with a short nod.
“Good. Okay. So there really shouldn’t be a problem. I think maybe we’re just taking this way too seriously, giving it too much thought and then it turns into one of those math problems your high school teacher keeps telling you you’re over thinking and that’s why the damn thing never gives you the right answer.”
“What do you propose, then?”
“Simple.”
Sam sat on the couch, sidling up close, and Steve almost jerked back in latent apprehension, but held firm as the lad scurried across the surface of the cushions until barely an inch separated them, his left knee grazing Steve’s right, but all Steve saw was his face, a face that hovered just a breath away, nervous and hopeful as Sam looked deep in his eyes, tongue ducking over his upper lip in an anxious flicker and Steve’s heart suddenly jumped. He leaned forward without even realizing what he was doing until he brushed Sam’s lips with his own, the softest, most exciting touch he’d ever felt and he pressed forward, breath clutched in his throat as Sam’s hand touched the back of his neck and he lost himself in the warmth of that delicious mouth, breathing in the saltiness of his skin, so enticing, so real, so vital to every ounce of his soul overriding his common sense to grab Sam by the waist and tug him closer.
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Something felt wrong. Steve was eager, his enthusiasm brimming in the hands clutching Sam’s waist, yet he didn’t seem to know how to move his lips. At all. It was the clumsiest, most awkward kiss Sam had ever experienced. Not that he’d been expecting anything spectacular just because Steve was the most divine being on earth, and therefore kissing him should make “tasting Heaven” much more than an ordinary cliché, but this was a bit uncomfortable. The man appeared to have the skill level of a twelve year old who’d never kissed anyone in his life. But that was ludicrous. Steve was forty years old. He must have done this hundreds of times. But they couldn’t have all been this bad.
As gently as he could muster, Sam pulled back, lowering his hand to Steve’s shoulder, a twinge of guilt sparking in his gut when Steve keened in disappointment, his eyes so fragile and caring that Sam felt ashamed at thinking such cruel things about him even if only for a moment. Then Steve’s sight focused, noticing his disquiet, and Sam felt ten times worse.
“I’m sorry,” Steve babbled, releasing Sam as if he were caught holding something precious he didn’t deserve, scrambling off the couch. “I shouldn’t have grabbed you like that. It was horrible, wasn’t it?”
“It wasn’t horrible,” Sam lied, hurrying after him. “It was fine.”
“No, it wasn’t. I can see it in your face.”
“Okay, so it wasn’t great, but that’s normal for the first kiss, right? You’re nervous and I don’t really know what I’m doing, so it’s fine.”
“What do you mean by ‘first kiss’?”
“Our first kiss. Two people kissing for the first time. It’s always a little strange.”
“Oh. Right. Yeah, that makes sense.”
“Why do I get the feeling that’s not what you were thinking?”
“It’s nothing. I was just—Oh bollocks. You’re going to find out anyway, so... This, um, was my first kiss. Ever.”
Wha?
“Ever? You mean like ever ever?”
“Yes, ever.” Steve scrunched his eyes shut, squeezing the back of his neck. “Don’t... don’t take the piss, please. I’ve never been any good at this.”
“Hey, it’s okay.”
Virgin! Virgin! Never been kissed, definitely a virgin. Son of God, virgin at 40, that’s got to mean something. Oh fuck. Or not fuck. Right. Let’s not get carried away here. But what were the chances that something this bizarre could be a coincidence?
“I’m not going to make fun of you,” he continued. “You just surprised me. I’ve never been someone’s first kiss before.”
The words “virgin” and “son of God” kept flashing in his mind like garish Vegas signs. This is how Sam brought about Armageddon. He seduced the pure and untouched savior into his bed so that Steve would be tainted by his demon genes and the whole world would literally go to hell.
“Bet it’d be more flattering if I were any good at it.”
“It’s not your fault. C’mon. You think my first try was any good? The girl almost gagged.”
“Why?”
“I shoved my tongue into her mouth. I thought it was what you were supposed to do.”
Steve lowered his hand, sticking it awkwardly into his pants pocket while rubbing his elbow, his brow no longer furrowed into a self deprecating frown, but seeing his attempts at comfort work didn’t make Sam feel any less crappy about what he was about to do.
“I was trying to imitate all those snogging scenes in movies,” Steve said. “Load of rubbish.”
“You know, it’s my fault. I jumped you, no warning. You weren’t ready. I shouldn’t have done that. So why don’t we take a step back here and slow this down. We already acknowledged that we like each other. That’s a pretty big step for one day.”
He tried for his most charming smile, but Steve was already piercing him with a pointed stare.
“What are you doing?”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re retreating. You don’t want to do this anymore?”
“No, I do. I very much do. I’m just saying that if you need more time, I’m cool with that.”
“No. That’s not what this is. You’re checking your emergency exits, slipping on the last parachute hoping I won’t notice. You still think the Devil has something to do with this.”
“No—Well... Okay, yes. Are you sure that there’s nothing else going on here, because he’s done this before. Manipulated me for his own ends. My feelings for you are completely genuine, I’m sure of that, but he could still be using me to—to um...”
“What? Tempt me?”
“Maybe.”
“Because I’m a virgin. Isn’t that right?”
“Well, don’t you think it’s a little... I don’t want to hurt your feelings, but—“
“I get the parallels you’re referring to, but I really don’t think the fate of the world rests on whether I’ve had sex or not.”
“Jesus didn’t. Did he?”
“I don’t know. Maybe he did, maybe he didn’t. Either way, it wouldn’t have affected anything.”
“But are you sure?”
“Sam,” Steve grabbed him by the shoulders, bringing his face close. “You’re not going to bring about the destruction of the world.”
Sam gaped up at him, searching his face for any inkling of the false reassurance he was sure Steve was projecting, but if he was being less than honest, then he was the best liar Sam had ever met, for the certainty in his eyes felt genuine.
“I’m not?”
“Nope.”
An ecstatic smile broke out on Sam’s face.
“That’s great! Really great. You’re not just saying that to make me feel better, are you?”
“Of course not.”
“Okay. Cool Better than cool. And you’re sure that this isn’t going to produce anything unholy, then.”
“No swarming locusts as far as I can tell.”
“Good, okay. We can still take it slow if you want since... you know. No pressure. But I’m definitely up for it. It’s normal for you not to be in optimal conditions if it’s your first time. Whatever you need. I’m f--”
But before he can finish the sentence, Steve swooped in and kissed him again, slower this time, just a simple, nuzzling kiss lingering for a second before he’s gone.
“Was that better?”
Rubbing his lips together, Sam met Steve’s apprehensive eyes and grinned.
“Much better.”
Title: 40 Days and 40 Nights (7/9)
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6
Rating: PG this chapter
Pairing: Steve (The Second Coming)/Sam (Reaper)
Summary: A crossover that I felt appropriate given the characters' circumstances. The whole fic is finished. Set after the Reaper season 1 finale. Sam encounters a mysterious stranger on the road.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own words.
“We need to talk,” Sam blurted out the instant Ben and Sock left the apartment. As soon as Sam and Ben had returned, Ben insisted that they absolutely must rent a movie and that Sock must come along to choose it because it was his turn, never mind that Sam was the next one in line and no one was counting anymore due to the trip, but no, Sam can’t come along and drive because he was busy with a thing and Sock couldn’t be that hung over since Steve had taken some of his pain away, so stop whining like a little girl and get in the car. Steve observed the whole exchange with increasing panic as Sam hung back until they were all alone, no company other than the bacteria proliferating manically around them. Hands scrabbling at his forearms, Sam paced around the kitchen, chewing on his bottom lip. Here it came. The Talk. Capital T. What else would cause such a precipitous exit, especially following the mysterious disappearance of Sam and the all knowing Ben from the apartment? He took a deep breath. There was no sense in avoiding this any longer. Sooner or later, the truth would out. Might as well get it over with.
“Yeah, we do,” Steve said, right hand scratching the ribbed cloth of the sofa, glancing down at it before braving Sam’s troubled eyes. “Sam, I—“
“I should,” Sam interrupted, crossing his arms only to uncross them a second later. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt you, but I want to say something. You know what? Never mind. You go first.”
Steve considered getting up to make this more proper, but with the weakness gripping his legs he feared that he’d simply collapse back on the sofa again.
“Um, Sam?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m not the type to do this usually. At all, really. I don’t want you to think that I’m a...” he scrunched his eyes shut, lips wavering over the next word, ”pervert or anything, because I’m not. Although I probably am because of this.”
“Hey, I don’t think that. I mean, it’s weird, but it’s not like it’s one sided or anything. That is, you do like me, right? I’m not misinterpreting this, am I?”
And he looked so scared about the possibility of Steve not corresponding his affection that it coaxed a smile onto Steve’s face, though it soon wilted away again.
“No, you’re not. But I shouldn’t. You’re half my age.”
“I don’t mind.”
“It’s fine for a young man to desire an older one, Sam, but not the other way around.”
“And it’s good that you’re worried about that. It shows that you’re not a... perv. But you don’t need to be. And considering who you are, you shouldn’t be anyway.”
Steve let out a soft snort.
“Because I’m supposed to be pure and innocent?”
And untouched.
“Kind of. Not that I know what I’m talking about. I don’t know much about these things. I know I should given my job, but I depend on Ben for the Biblical stuff.”
“I don’t know about innocent. Depends on how you define it.”
“The type who doesn’t mix with the Devil’s son.”
Sam looked at the floor beneath his feet, expression so painfully raw that it made Steve’s insides hurt.
“That’s what you’re worried about.”
The tickle of a sneer slithered over Steve’s spine. He shook himself, driving it away.
“Doesn’t it seem weird to you?” Sam said. “You’re the son of God. I’m the son of the Devil. It’s just so... it seems planned somehow.”
“You think he has something to do with this?”
“I don’t know. It’s the type of thing he’d do. Fuck with me, try to tempt me, tempt you. Not that my liking of you is manufactured. I don’t think. I don’t feel like it is. It feels too real. Though he has... I’ve seen him trick people into liking someone they don’t.”
“He couldn’t manipulate my feelings, Sam.”
“But he could still tempt you, right?”
“Yes, that he can. If he is, he couldn’t have chosen a better way.”
Sam stared at him, an awkward, flattered smile fluttering on his lips.
“Ah, come on. Now you’re just saying that.”
“I’m not.”
“Okay,” Sam relented, but the smile still shone in his eyes.
“I really don’t think it’s him, though.”
“Why not? Is that one of your certainties?”
No.
“Yes.” Liar. “Kind of. I didn’t really stumble into you by accident.”
“What do you mean?”
“When I got here from England, I did wander about randomly for a few days, but I knew I was looking for a person. All I had was the name Sam Oliver, that’s it. These things come at me all disjointed. I usually can’t tell head from toe until it’s staring at me in the face. But when you crouched over me in the forest, I didn’t need either of your friends to say your name. I already knew it from the sound of your voice. And I knew you were afraid, sad, fed up with all the crap life had thrown at you recently, running around like a chicken who’d lost its head, like me, and I liked you, wanted to comfort you, but I didn’t plan this.”
He waved his fingers between Sam and him, quickly dropping his hand back on his lap in embarrassment. Sam just looked at him. For second after second, he just stood across the room and stared at Steve’s embarrassed face, a frown sketching itself on his brow and Steve wavered between meeting his eyes or turning towards the nonthreatening comfort of the rug.
“That’s why you,” Sam finally said, voice low and so very soft, “You did that. You got in my head and took all the pain away.”
“Yeah.”
“I thought you were an angel. Though I couldn’t figure out why an angel would want to help me. except Steve. the other Steve. but he was a demon when I met him. I’m still not convinced that that’s not a coincidence. The name, I mean. He saved me from being buried alive by his temporarily deranged boyfriend. Then you pop up. Another Steve. Coincidences don’t mean the same thing anymore, you know.”
“Well, I really don’t know who this other Steve is, except from what you’ve said.”
“You’d like him. He’s a neat guy, him and Tony. Except for the attempted murder.”
“I’m sure he’s really sorry about that.”
“You’re sure?”
“Not like I read his mind sure, but he saved you in the end, right? So he is, then.”
A tight smile tugged on Sam’s lips for a moment.
“You realize what we’re doing?” he said.
“What?”
“We’re avoiding the subject.”
“No, we’re not. We just went on a little tangent, that’s all.”
“That counts as avoiding the subject.”
“Fine. You started it, then.”
“Did not. I just... Okay, fine. So I kind of did, but you egged me on.”
“How? You’re the one who kept going on about Tony.”
“And you encouraged me. That makes you an equal partner in the avoidance.”
“Fine. Shall we talk about the real subject now, then?”
“By all means,.”
“Okay, then.”
Silence ensued, filled with suddenly awkward head turning and hands scrabbling at sofa cushions and clothing, palms, everything except each other.
“Okay,” Sam said in a sharp rush. “Let’s just reason this out like adults. Because I am an adult. Really. I’m 21. There’s no legal problems on that end. I like you. You like me. At least, you said you like me.”
Steve confirmed this with a short nod.
“Good. Okay. So there really shouldn’t be a problem. I think maybe we’re just taking this way too seriously, giving it too much thought and then it turns into one of those math problems your high school teacher keeps telling you you’re over thinking and that’s why the damn thing never gives you the right answer.”
“What do you propose, then?”
“Simple.”
Sam sat on the couch, sidling up close, and Steve almost jerked back in latent apprehension, but held firm as the lad scurried across the surface of the cushions until barely an inch separated them, his left knee grazing Steve’s right, but all Steve saw was his face, a face that hovered just a breath away, nervous and hopeful as Sam looked deep in his eyes, tongue ducking over his upper lip in an anxious flicker and Steve’s heart suddenly jumped. He leaned forward without even realizing what he was doing until he brushed Sam’s lips with his own, the softest, most exciting touch he’d ever felt and he pressed forward, breath clutched in his throat as Sam’s hand touched the back of his neck and he lost himself in the warmth of that delicious mouth, breathing in the saltiness of his skin, so enticing, so real, so vital to every ounce of his soul overriding his common sense to grab Sam by the waist and tug him closer.
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Something felt wrong. Steve was eager, his enthusiasm brimming in the hands clutching Sam’s waist, yet he didn’t seem to know how to move his lips. At all. It was the clumsiest, most awkward kiss Sam had ever experienced. Not that he’d been expecting anything spectacular just because Steve was the most divine being on earth, and therefore kissing him should make “tasting Heaven” much more than an ordinary cliché, but this was a bit uncomfortable. The man appeared to have the skill level of a twelve year old who’d never kissed anyone in his life. But that was ludicrous. Steve was forty years old. He must have done this hundreds of times. But they couldn’t have all been this bad.
As gently as he could muster, Sam pulled back, lowering his hand to Steve’s shoulder, a twinge of guilt sparking in his gut when Steve keened in disappointment, his eyes so fragile and caring that Sam felt ashamed at thinking such cruel things about him even if only for a moment. Then Steve’s sight focused, noticing his disquiet, and Sam felt ten times worse.
“I’m sorry,” Steve babbled, releasing Sam as if he were caught holding something precious he didn’t deserve, scrambling off the couch. “I shouldn’t have grabbed you like that. It was horrible, wasn’t it?”
“It wasn’t horrible,” Sam lied, hurrying after him. “It was fine.”
“No, it wasn’t. I can see it in your face.”
“Okay, so it wasn’t great, but that’s normal for the first kiss, right? You’re nervous and I don’t really know what I’m doing, so it’s fine.”
“What do you mean by ‘first kiss’?”
“Our first kiss. Two people kissing for the first time. It’s always a little strange.”
“Oh. Right. Yeah, that makes sense.”
“Why do I get the feeling that’s not what you were thinking?”
“It’s nothing. I was just—Oh bollocks. You’re going to find out anyway, so... This, um, was my first kiss. Ever.”
Wha?
“Ever? You mean like ever ever?”
“Yes, ever.” Steve scrunched his eyes shut, squeezing the back of his neck. “Don’t... don’t take the piss, please. I’ve never been any good at this.”
“Hey, it’s okay.”
Virgin! Virgin! Never been kissed, definitely a virgin. Son of God, virgin at 40, that’s got to mean something. Oh fuck. Or not fuck. Right. Let’s not get carried away here. But what were the chances that something this bizarre could be a coincidence?
“I’m not going to make fun of you,” he continued. “You just surprised me. I’ve never been someone’s first kiss before.”
The words “virgin” and “son of God” kept flashing in his mind like garish Vegas signs. This is how Sam brought about Armageddon. He seduced the pure and untouched savior into his bed so that Steve would be tainted by his demon genes and the whole world would literally go to hell.
“Bet it’d be more flattering if I were any good at it.”
“It’s not your fault. C’mon. You think my first try was any good? The girl almost gagged.”
“Why?”
“I shoved my tongue into her mouth. I thought it was what you were supposed to do.”
Steve lowered his hand, sticking it awkwardly into his pants pocket while rubbing his elbow, his brow no longer furrowed into a self deprecating frown, but seeing his attempts at comfort work didn’t make Sam feel any less crappy about what he was about to do.
“I was trying to imitate all those snogging scenes in movies,” Steve said. “Load of rubbish.”
“You know, it’s my fault. I jumped you, no warning. You weren’t ready. I shouldn’t have done that. So why don’t we take a step back here and slow this down. We already acknowledged that we like each other. That’s a pretty big step for one day.”
He tried for his most charming smile, but Steve was already piercing him with a pointed stare.
“What are you doing?”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re retreating. You don’t want to do this anymore?”
“No, I do. I very much do. I’m just saying that if you need more time, I’m cool with that.”
“No. That’s not what this is. You’re checking your emergency exits, slipping on the last parachute hoping I won’t notice. You still think the Devil has something to do with this.”
“No—Well... Okay, yes. Are you sure that there’s nothing else going on here, because he’s done this before. Manipulated me for his own ends. My feelings for you are completely genuine, I’m sure of that, but he could still be using me to—to um...”
“What? Tempt me?”
“Maybe.”
“Because I’m a virgin. Isn’t that right?”
“Well, don’t you think it’s a little... I don’t want to hurt your feelings, but—“
“I get the parallels you’re referring to, but I really don’t think the fate of the world rests on whether I’ve had sex or not.”
“Jesus didn’t. Did he?”
“I don’t know. Maybe he did, maybe he didn’t. Either way, it wouldn’t have affected anything.”
“But are you sure?”
“Sam,” Steve grabbed him by the shoulders, bringing his face close. “You’re not going to bring about the destruction of the world.”
Sam gaped up at him, searching his face for any inkling of the false reassurance he was sure Steve was projecting, but if he was being less than honest, then he was the best liar Sam had ever met, for the certainty in his eyes felt genuine.
“I’m not?”
“Nope.”
An ecstatic smile broke out on Sam’s face.
“That’s great! Really great. You’re not just saying that to make me feel better, are you?”
“Of course not.”
“Okay. Cool Better than cool. And you’re sure that this isn’t going to produce anything unholy, then.”
“No swarming locusts as far as I can tell.”
“Good, okay. We can still take it slow if you want since... you know. No pressure. But I’m definitely up for it. It’s normal for you not to be in optimal conditions if it’s your first time. Whatever you need. I’m f--”
But before he can finish the sentence, Steve swooped in and kissed him again, slower this time, just a simple, nuzzling kiss lingering for a second before he’s gone.
“Was that better?”
Rubbing his lips together, Sam met Steve’s apprehensive eyes and grinned.
“Much better.”
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Oh my god, that made me laugh so hard, just picturing it. Aw, boys. Such a cute and unconventional family you make ;)
“But he could still tempt you, right?”
“Yes, that he can. If he is, he couldn’t have chosen a better way.”
Well that's...so very sweet?
“You’re not going to bring about the destruction of the world.”
As was that. And oh my god, the kissing. The kissing was just...I laughed, and also aww'd, because it was adorable. Poor, virgin, never-been-kissed Steve. Sam should go and rent "The 40 Year Old Virgin" to make him feel better ;)
Plus I love, love, love your Steve voice. It's perfect.
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It is sweet as long as you don't think about that other guy.
Well, Steve wouldn't be able to kiss all that great of he's never done it before. And there always all these brilliant first kisses in fanfic, so I thought, why not have a bad kiss? Can you believe that I still haven't watched that movie? I have no idea how since I love Steve Carrel so much.
Thank you!
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Ah, well, easy enough.
I know, it was a great touch and very appropriate. It's...well, it's not an awful movie, but it's not like my favorite ever.
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“You’re not going to bring about the destruction of the world.”
... “I’m not?”
“Nope.”
Considering he very recently lied about being certain the Devil wasn't manipulating them, I'm not sure how much I buy that answer, no matter how much I'd like to. Hmmm.
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