Sampson couldn't sleep. He barely ate anything over the next day, put into a stressful situation where he was constantly worrying over Ryan. It was all he could do not to spam his phone with texts and voicemail. He didn't want to come across as pushy. Despite Ryan's reassurances, Sam still worried that Ryan had dumped him. Though he tried not to worry too much, and also reminded himself that Ryan had nearly gone home with him that night. Had Kane shown up? He frowned. No, that wasn't likely. The other hadn't really been that into their relationship as far as Sam was concerned.<br/><br/>Joey, one of his pals, came over and slapped him on the shoulder. Sam jolted out of his chair. "Jesus. The hell Joey?"<br/><br/>"Sorry man. You have just been distracted all day. That date of yours go sour?" Joey asked, and they settled down in their chairs together.<br/><br/>Sam's neck reddened. "Yeah." He rubbed the nape of his neck. "Sorry. I think I've been all out of sorts since the date. He said something troubling, and it's been bugging me ever since."<br/><br/>Some of his other pals gathered around. They didn't really care their boss was gay, because they'd known him longer, and some had already guessed as much. "Oh?"<br/><br/>"Yeah, one minute he's wanting to come back to my place, and the next he's high tailing it out of there like he can't stand to be around me."<br/><br/>There were pauses around him and he grimaced slightly. But then Thomas chimed in, "Sounds like he wants to see you."<br/><br/>Sam looked over at him. God he was itching for a smoke. "You can't be serious," he stammered slightly. The boys laughed. "Well," Joey said, "look at it this way. Either you wait, and stoop, and be miserable until this Ryan feller comes around, or you go to his place and set things straight?" There were poundings on the table in agreement and Sampson let out a groan. "You guys are going to be the death of me..."<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Rai normally wasn't this nervous, or eager. He normally knew what he wanted, when he wanted, how he wanted. He knew all the details, but there were stupid, unwanted thoughts that more could come of this. However, it was really just wishful thinking. Rai ended up lost in thoughts and didn't hear Kane come up behind him. He gasped, his ears lowering in submission when Kane wrenched his head back by his silky hair. The pain was just a sweet jolt of pleasure straight to his groin and he wanted to go down on his knees in front of him. Instead, he remained still.<br/><br/>Rai licked his lips. "Not likely going to need one," he said, voice breathy. "But if you need one, crimson." The stop light system was so damn cliche, and either he wanted something or he didn't. He was old enough to know what the hell he wanted from another. The problem was his desire for more...to be loved. His tail began to flick in restless agitation, needing that firm hand, needing his mind to blank out before depression grasped him like a vice. He could feel, see, the way Kane looked at him, and he purred at the silent compliment they gave.