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Piotr and Sam have a talk. And. Um. Digress. Just a tad. ;) Rated PG for snoggage.

Monday, early afternoon

Piotr heads down the hall to Sam's bedroom, and lightly knocks on the door. He tries not to feel too nervous, Sam's journal entry seemed normal, so hopefully they are okay afterall.

Sam turns abruptly from his computer, eyeing the door with trepidation. He's not sure if it's going to be Alie, Kurt, or Piotr...and his stomach starts tying itself in knots. "Come on in!" he calls, spinning in his swivel chair. "It's unlocked."

Piotr opens the door, peeking in a moment before stepping inside. He feels shy all of a sudden and blushes. He really wishes his body would stop doing things he doesn't want it to. "Hi Sam.. um.. do you want to talk to me now?"

Sam takes a deep breath, trying to relax. He can't help but notice the flush in Piotr's cheeks, and hopes that things will stay under control this time. "Hey. Yeah...well, I mean. I kinda. We sorta." He falls silent, trying to gather his thoughts.

Piotr frowns, looking down at his hands for a long moment before looking back to Sam, "Sam... I am sorry I kissed you. I was being selfish.. I did not think it would make you.. um.. well, what are you? Are you mad at me?"

"No, you asked first. I said it'd be okay...that I wanted to. It wasn't your fault." He bites his lip again, standing. "I don' really know what I am. I ain't mad, I know that. I think. I mean, I just." He swallows, looking straight into Piotr's eyes. "Once ain't enough."

Piotr's eyes widen, he can feel his face turn hot. He takes a moment before he's able to reply, "You.. want to kiss me?"

"Yeah," Sam says softly, looking over Piotr's shoulder to the wall. "I do."

Piotr tries to remain calm, and takes a deep breath before asking, "Why?"

"Because. I jus' do. Why does anyone want anything?" Sam feels stupid and helpless, and hates it.
He just wants to have Piotr in his arms again, smell him, feel his hands in his hair.

Piotr looks helplessly at Sam. He doesn't want to hurt Sam's feeling, and Warren might not be. Probably isn't.. gay. And god, that kiss was nice yesterday. He takes another breath, and nods a bit, "Okay.. one time..."

It takes a minute to sink in. He definitely just said 'Okay'. Sam's not just hearing things. His breath hitches and he steps closer to Piotr, raising his eyebrows in a question. "Sure?"

Piotr looks into his friend's eyes, and answers truthfully, "Yes... no... I do not... I just. I like someone, Sam. So.. I want you to know."

Sam's brain processes the information slowly. He can't figure out what to make of it, though he begins to realize what must be going on. "Oh. Well, um." His analysis doesn't go much further than that, and he decides to go with what he's got and think about it more later. "Well, but. You don't. You're not with 'em, right? So I could...and it wouldn't be wrong?"

Piotr shrugs a bit, "I do not know.. I.. people, I do not know about.. things of this so well. I know it was nice to kiss you, and I do not think it would feel bad to do it again. But I know I want to kiss.. um.. someone else too. I am scared to tell him, because I think he just likes girls."

Sam nods, understanding, a dull achey feeling forming in his chest. "I get it. Then this'll. This'll be the last time. The last kiss." He lets the words sink in. "And then I think you should tell him. Even if you're scared."

Piotr nods, and replies in a soft voice, "Okay.. I will try, Sam, if you think I should. I... I am sorry. If you wanted more from me..."

He shakes his head. "I do think you should. Definitely. And. No, it's. I'm okay. Not your fault or anything." He takes a deep breath, sliding an arm around Piotr's waist and the other over his shoulder. "Okay?"

"Okay..." He wraps both arms around Sam's waist, his fingers absently rubbing along his back. He pulls Sam close and starts to lean down. With his mouth inches from Sam's, he murmurs something in Russian before closing his eyes and kissing him firmly.

Sam lets his breath out in a soft sigh, pulling Piotr closer, aligning their torsos. He wonders briefly what Piotr said, that whisper of Russian, but puts it from his mind with the thrilling tingle that runs through his spine at the feel of warm lips on his.

Piotr opens his mouth, tracing his tongue along Sam's lips. He hums softly, low in his throat, as he kisses. One hand slips up Sam's shirt, his fingers run up his back, feeling smooth skin. The other hand reaches further up, his fingers tangling in Sam's fine hair.

At the contact of Piotr's hand on his bare skin, Sam moans low in his throat, arching into the touch. His lips part for Piotr's tongue, and he feels the hair stand up on the back of his neck as he loses himself in the kiss. He lets a hand slide down Piotr's left thigh and back again, his fingers grazing the skin just under Piotr's waistband.

Piotr almost forgets to breathe, so caught up in touch and taste. He kisses Sam hard for a long moment, and then pulls back to nibble gently at his lips. His hand rests at the small of Sam's back, the other absently stroking his hair. His voice sounds low as he mumbles against Sam's mouth, "Was that... good?"

Sam's knees go almost to jelly as he nods, letting his lips brush lightly against Piotr's. "Perfect," he breathes, running his fingers around Piotr's waist. He kisses a soft trail down Piotr's jawline to his throat, sucking at the sensitive place where his neck meets his shoulder, not wanting the moment to end.

Piotr lets out a small gasp and opens his eyes. He stares at his fingers in Sam's hair, and mmm's softly. "Feels nice..." he whispers.

Sam smiles, bringing his head up to kiss Piotr at the corner of his mouth. "S'posed to," he mouths, barely needing to articulate the words. He wraps his arms around Piotr's neck, threading his fingers through his hair.

Piotr nudges his nose against Sam's, and kisses him lightly. He leans against him for a long while, just breathing in the familiar scent. "I should go now." he eventually says.

Sam closes his eyes, brought out of his simple reverie by Piotr's words. "Yeah. I guess so." He lifts his head from where it rested against Piotr's shoulder and kisses him once softly on the lips. "Thank you, Piotr. And..." he tightens his arms in a warm embrace. "Don't forget what I said. You have to tell him."

Piotr smiles softly and hugs Sam back. "I will.. and thank you, Sam.. you are one of my best friends." Nuzzling his nose in Sam's hair for a moment, he loosens his arms and steps back. He turns and opens the door, then looks back to Sam. "See you later..."

"Bye Piotr. See you," Sam says hoarsely, a small, pained smile on his face. He walks over to the door, closing it after Piotr. As it shuts, he turns and slides down into a sitting position against it, letting his head hang into his hands. I think I love him...now what do I do?