09-01-2014, 03:11 PM
Realizing that he's messed his hair up once again, he looked up as if her could see it before smiling apologetically at Sam. "Sorry, bad habit. I always tend to mess it when I'm thinking," He admitted with a chuckle, now feeling bad that he'd just added to Sam's work load. The man had enough to deal with, especially now with his broken rib and the need to stay with Amory. Hadn't he given him enough to deal with? Amory's thoughts swirled away as he was again complimented on his apartment, this time accepting it thankfully, while wondering why it was that Sam never kept such a place. Had he never the money, the time? He frowned a little at that concept, knowing how life could be rough on a young person. Amory had had far too much trouble working without a Don in the years prior. "Maybe while you're working with me, you can get something set up like this, then. I'm sure you can have a nice home if you worked towards one." He spoke optimistically, hoping to brighten the other's mood with a small smile.
However, Sam's comment on the past threw him off. He froze for a few seconds, gaze lowering contemplatively as his mind actually trailed back to his work under his old don. A dead man, now. He sung beautifully for him not only for the thrill of the performance, but because he had been a handsome, admirable man in some ways. He took the song bird in when Amory's life had been a storm, and sheltered him enough to let him mend his wounds. Their relationship evolved, however... This all leading to rumors, most of which true, and dealings that added intensity to the don's shoulders. The don had begun to release these pressures on his associates, and Amory received the worst of it, as the subject of many rumors and a sharer of his bed. He had several scars, himself, to show for it. "Thank you." He spoke quietly after a moment, but couldn't bring himself to say any more on the subject. He felt his voice become a little weak, and did not wish to appear broken to the other. After all, the don was gone, and this was overall good. His old wounds just stung in the wake of the threats in town.
As Amory worked, hands careful and gentle, his fingertips occasionally grazed a bit of Sam's skin, brief touches but accidental and enough to bring a pink tinge to Amory's cheeks. As he was leant over him, their bodies were in close proximity, and Amory could almost feel the other's breath on his cheek as he wrapped Sam up. A part of him was still saddened to see the other hurt like this, the kind Sam that he had been getting to know. The small scars and new bruising on the other's chest drew his eyebrows together just a tad, distress showing through his facial expression. He didn't think to guard himself as well as usual in front of Sam, he didn't feel a need to. Just how close had he allowed himself to get to him? Amory tried not to think of such things now, but it became increasingly difficult as their bodies were so close.
As Sam spoke up, Amory's nimble fingers came to a sudden stop with the bandages. His words struck home. Amory's mouth opened to speak in reply, but found his words dry on his tongue, so he quickly closed it again. Allowing his head to tilt up to see the other man's face, Amory's widened eyes found Sam's, both scared of what he'd said and... curious. Sam was a sweet man, handsome, and working hard at Amory's side. They'd already confided in each other about things in passing, and Amory found a strength in Sam he hadn't realized until he felt his mood again lightened simply by his words. They touched him, driving a full-fledged blush this time from Amory as he gently bit his lower lip. Their faces were mere inches apart. Amory swore he cold feel his heart pounding in his head as his gaze brushed past Sam's lips. What could he possibly say to a man so sweet? So strong?
Amory found that he couldn't say anything, this because he took the initiative to lean forward and close the gap between them. Their lips met, Amory's soft but firm, his action made strong by the passion he had felt in Sam's words. One of his hands moved to the other man's cheek, fingertips gently threading through Sam's short black curls of hair. He had thrown his caution to the wind, anxiety at an all time high as soon as he'd realized his course of action.
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