Sam shifted, then laid down on the bed on his stomach. He gripped a pillow to his chest and closed his eyes. He took the words under advisement. "I can't remember anyone preening my wings. It feels really nice." His voice was thick with sleep and...something else. He felt something stir in his groin area. Sam shifted a little. "I don't understand what I'm feeling but I don't want you to stop." It was new. So many nice feelings. Maybe he was just too relaxed. "Maybe I am just tired." Turning, he rolled over onto his back and reached out for Milo. His face was still flushed. What was most startling was the erection he was sporting. But Sam just didn't understand what he was feeling.<br/><br/>"Will you stay with me?" He asked again. "I might sound selfish but I cherish your company." Sam was both humble and forthwith with what he wanted, and that was Milo. He was nervous about what he was feeling. What is love? A survivor's attraction? If Milo didn't move away he'd trace his features with feather light touches. "I trust you," he whispered. Maybe they'd just sleep. Maybe there would be more, but he was hoping Milo would help him with this.