"Always thought they were silly," he confessed, tilting into that touch, the drag of fingers down his neck. "Until I walked into that bookstore, when I smelled you there."

He lets himself be pulled up, leaning to kiss the pack mark reverently before shedding his own shirt, tossing it aside. Then there was nothing but the warm slide of skin against skin and he groaned, crawling up into Sam's lap to kiss him again, fingers carding reverently through his hair.

"Sam," he whimpered, rolling his hips down, his body screaming its assent. He wouldn't be alone through this heat, left locked away and howling out his desperation for days. This time he had Sam and he believed every word he said. Sam would take care of him. "Please. Please, I need you."