Chapter 13
THIRTEEN
Sam lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling like a prisoner in solitary confinement. He’d spent the whole weekend in there. Much to the concern of the other housemates.
Astrid and Maria had even gone so far as to cook up a storm in the minging kitchen to try and coax him out.
They’d announced it was a meal for the whole house and Maria had made it clear that his attendance was not optional.
To be fair to them, judging by the smells wafting up the stairs, he was in for a treat.
Really, he couldn’t be bothered. He convinced himself it had to be better than more hours spent moping around. Besides if Genevieve and Paul had come up for air, he should really meet them halfway.
He’d been obliged to contribute but certainly didn’t want to spend too much time with Astrid. She’d sense something was wrong and interrogate him. So he’d gone to the bakery to get dessert. The last time he’d been in there, his heart had been full of hope.
Well that got shot to shit pretty quickly.
He’d plonked the cakes down on the kitchen table and fled to his room.
Not before Astrid tried another tactic to find out what was bothering him.
He passed it off as being tired after running the squid show single-handed.
Although why he wanted to protect Wolfgang was a mystery to him. And also an annoyance.
Really he should out him as the cheating scumbag he was. He suspected that would open the floodgates of pity onto him and Sam had absolutely no intention of putting himself in that position. No matter how sweet the revenge would taste.
A loud knock on the door made him leap out of his skin. No doubt it would be Astrid trying to persuade him to come down. With a groan, Sam hauled himself off the bed. It was late afternoon now. He would nominate himself to be the chief wine pourer.
When he opened the door, he let out a small yelp when he came face-to-face with a nervous-looking Wolfgang on the other side.
“Oh. It’s you.”
Wolfgang appeared to be well on the road to recovery.
“Can I come in?” Wolfgang asked.
Against his better judgment, Sam stood aside. Wolfgang walked past him. Instantly the room felt smaller and the oaky scent of the handsome German dominated everything.
“We found the squid,” Sam said, leaning against the windowsill.
“Sorry?”
“I said we found the squid. I thought you’d be interested.”
“Oh.”
He had the decency to look utterly miserable whilst still being incredibly sexy in his Lycra running gear. Now Sam knew what lay under there, it made him want it all the more.
“Can I sit?”
Sam sniffed. “I suppose you should. You’ve only been out of hospital for a few days. Mind you, I can see that Claudia has been doing a wonderful job of tending to your every need. What a lucky man you are.”
Wolfgang sat on the edge of the bed. He reached out and grabbed for Sam’s hand, who jerked it away.
“Oh, no touchy-touchy, Wolfie. What would Claudia think?”
If Wolfgang had expected an easy ride, then he’d bashed his head harder than Sam had realised.
“I wanted to tell you about her,” Wolfgang explained. “I would have done over dinner. Then they turned up out of the blue and I didn’t have a chance. I had no idea they were coming. You have to believe that.”
Sam sank down on the bed too. Making sure he was well out of Wolfgang’s reach. He needed a clear head for this.
“Don’t you see? It makes no difference,” Sam replied. “I felt like the biggest slut on the block being confronted by your fucking fiancée.”
Wolfgang hung his head. “I know. I am so sorry.”
To Sam’s dismay, he actually started to feel bad for him. The misery etched on his face had to be genuine. No one was that good an actor.
“So what now?” Sam asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Are they staying for the month? Are you moving out? What?”
Wolfgang rubbed his head. The bandage had gone. Leaving a hell of a bruise. He must have gone back to the hospital. Tendrils of jealousy invaded Sam when he visualised Claudia holding his hand this time.
“I don’t know,” Wolfgang said. “I missed you so much I wanted to come. I can’t stay long. I told them I needed to pick some things up.”
Once again, he reached out and rested his hand on Sam’s knee. This time he didn’t move away. Wolfgang’s hand rested there, heat burning through Sam’s cotton trousers. The rest of his body screamed for attention.
Talk about being completely weak at the knees. He expected better from himself.
Wolfgang stared into his eyes as he ran his hand up Sam’s thigh. The light fabric of his trousers couldn’t disguise the fact that his cock had sprung to life. Sam tried to move out of his reach but Wolfgang came forward so his face sat mere centimetres away.
“I have missed you so much,” he whispered.
“You said.”
Sam struggled to maintain a steely composure.
“I’m done with words.”
Before Sam replied, Wolfgang kissed him. The hunger in that kiss matched his own. Sam had missed him too. How could he deny that? His body and mouth had already given him away.
It was as though someone had opened a dam. They were immediately pawing at each other’s clothes, which soon became a pile on the floor. This time it wouldn’t all be about Wolfgang.
Wolfgang lay on top of Sam. Their hard dicks grinding together and legs entwined. Sam ran his hands up the tight muscles of Wolfgang’s back and pulled him even closer. He explored Wolfgang’s mouth with his tongue.
Sam moved free and gently pushed Wolfgang’s head downwards. Making it very clear what he wanted. Wolfgang appeared only too happy to oblige. Sam quivered as Wolfgang positioned himself. He lightly bit Sam’s hip bone, making him cry out.
Voices could be heard from the kitchen below. Genevieve and Paul appeared to have joined Astrid and Maria. The last thing Sam needed was being busted.
Wolfgang was clearly too intent on his mission to care. He took hold of Sam’s hard cock and traced the tip with his tongue. Sam fell into the sex bubble. He bucked his hips. Desperate for Wolfgang’s beautiful lips on him.
Wolfgang glanced up before enveloping Sam’s cock with his mouth. The heat making him squirm. Then he sucked hard, moving up and down the length of him. Sam had to bury his face in the pillow to stop from screaming the place down.
The bed squeaked as Wolfgang sped up. The release building inside Sam’s body warned him he would be come in no time if Wolfgang kept this up.
“Wait,” Sam said, grabbing his head.
“What?”
“Get on the floor,” Sam whispered.
Wolfgang glanced at Sam’s cock. Evidently craving more. He nodded and dropped down, lying amongst their discarded clothes.
“Come,” he said.
“I intend to,” Sam replied.
Sam fell on top of him. Kissing him feverishly. Wolfgang wrapped his legs around Sam’s waist as they grappled with each other. With the freedom of movement, Sam wanted to possess every part of Wolfgang.
Nothing was enough.
Then he tore himself away and reached into his drawers. Wolfgang watched him carefully. Sam retrieved a condom and ripped the wrapper off.
Wolfgang held his solid dick up, ready for the condom. Sam figured it wouldn’t hurt Wolfgang to lose some control. So he rolled it onto his own cock. For a split second, confusion reigned supreme before Wolfie lay back.
“Be gentle, Sam,” he murmured.
Sam grabbed a bottle of lube and slicked a generous amount on his fingers.
“Of course,” he replied.
Wolfgang spread his legs. An act of trust that wasn’t lost on Sam. He slowly traced around Wolfgang’s hole. Time and again. Teasing him.
Then he pushed inside. Wolfgang gasped.
“Oh, Sam. Yes, please.”
Sam worked Wolfie’s hole with one hand and his cock with the other. They never broke eye contact once.
“Fuck me,” Wolfgang whispered.
“Sure?”
“Stop talking.”
Sam shifted so his dick pressed against Wolfie, who supported his own legs. Giving Sam a clear invitation. He pushed against him and was met with resistance.
“You’re tight,” he whispered.
Finally he slid in. Wolfgang juddered and went to cry out. Sam covered Wolfgang’s mouth. He absolutely did not want to risk Astrid bursting in.
“Is that okay?” he asked.
Wolfgang nodded. Sam removed his hand and resumed his position.
“It’s amazing,” Wolfgang said.
Fully inside, Sam rocked his hips up and down. Wolfgang tweaked at his own nipples. Apparently lost in the motion.
“More,” he ordered.
Sam obliged by picking up the pace. He fell forward and filled Wolfgang’s mouth with his tongue while grinding his cock into him. Wolfgang clasped the back of his neck.
Sweat fell from Sam’s forehead, mingling with Wolfie’s.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he said.
He pulled out and sat back on his heels. Waiting for Wolfgang to oblige.
Wolfgang spun around, crouching down so his hole lay fully exposed.
What a perfect picture.
His tight buttocks and tiny waist led up to muscular broad shoulders. Sam plunged his cock inside again. Wolfgang arched his body and moaned. Making Sam fuck him harder. His hair drenched in sweat. The heat in the room overwhelming.
“Come for me,” Sam panted.
Wolfgang reached below himself and tugged at his own cock.
They fell into a rhythm. Both seeking the same thing.
“Oh God, Sam,” Wolfgang stammered. “I’m coming.”
His muscles contracted against Sam’s cock as his body went into spasm. He’d buried his face in their discarded clothing to mask his noise.
This pushed Sam over the edge. His orgasm coming fast and strong. He dug his fingers into Wolfgang’s flesh as every muscle contracted.
“Fuck,” he said. “Fuck.”
He collapsed onto Wolfgang as the aftershocks ran through his body.
Once his heart rate had fallen a bit, he moved away and sank on the floor next to Wolfgang, who was still lying on his front. They lay there panting.
Everything was perfect. For about thirty seconds.
Wolfgang jumped up and glanced at his watch.
“I have to go.”
He got to his feet and grabbed his clothes. Sam took the condom off and stood. The rage he’d had days ago returned tenfold.
He has absolutely no fucking right to treat me like this.
“Oh I see,” Sam said, throwing the condom into his bin. “You’ve got what you needed and now you’re off to play hetereosexuals?”
He put on his shorts. Suddenly being naked with Wolfgang had lost its appeal.
Wolfgang wouldn’t meet his gaze as he struggled to get his running suit on.
“Don’t start,” he said, softly. “You know it isn’t as easy as that.”
Sam grabbed Wolfgang’s trainers and socks and marched over to the door. He swung it open and threw them onto the landing.
“I can make it really easy for you.”
Wolfgang grabbed him by the arm. “Keep your voice down.”
Unfortunately, Sam’s rage proved difficult to control. It had been bubbling away for days.
“Don’t you want the truth to come out? Why are you worried what they think? You’ve made absolutely no effort to get to know anyone.”
Wolfgang stormed past him and onto the landing. Pushing his feet into his trainers and grabbing his socks.
He whirled round.
“Are you referring to those people you love so much?” he snarled. “More like people you don’t have a good word to say about. What was it? Paul the pathetic man ruled by his girlfriend? Astrid the selfish tart? Or Maria, her lapdog? Yes, you’ve made such an effort to form friendships.”
Sam scowled at him. How they have been so connected mere minutes ago? Now all he wanted to do was slap the man standing before him.
“Just fuck off back to your lie.”
He slammed the door and paced the room like a man possessed.
How dare he come here and make out he’d missed me?
There were plenty of apps for him to satisfy his urges. Why did he have to mess with feelings?
Too angry for tears, he needed a drink. He had wine in the fridge so he stomped down the steps and pushed open the door.
His housemates were sat around the table. And all of them were glaring in his direction.
Oh shit.