Sampson had no choice but to trust and confide in the other man, who he didn't even know all that well. Under normal circumstances this might have constituted as a one night stand, but it wasn't. He knew it wasn't. Instead it was some botched rescue attempt turned into a heated, erotic moment. Something he didn't want to end. Sam made a low sound of frustration, not wanting to stop. Because kissing him right now was the only thing that stopped the pain. His heat, the arousal between them. It was its own pain relief. Sam closed his muddled gray eyes, nodding slowly. No. He didn't want to bleed out, though he had a moment to realize it was probably a safer and smarter idea to go to the hospital. Call an ambulance and have them come get him. But Furon didn't seem to let go.<br/><br/>If anything he was unrelenting. Or perhaps empathetic with the fact that Sam could not stop shaking. His body was healthy, fit, though he had smoker's lungs from cigarettes and smoke-inhalation. He always knew he'd die of lung cancer, though so far he wasn't that bad off. Beyond bad lungs, Sam kept himself fit, and the only marring of his body inside and out were the burn scars that covered his back. They were thick in a rectangular band diagonal across his back from when the beam hand landed on him, and it had taken quite a bit of physical therapy and he still suffered. Even now his back ached from the chill of the blood loss. But that seemed to dwindle against the warm, welcoming mouth against his own.<br/><br/>Sam sighed into it, startling just slightly when Furon picked him up around the waist. His bruised ribs ached and his body felt jolted slightly. However, Furon had a steady grip on his two-hundred-pound body. It was something to admire and Sam couldn't help but wonder how much he could bench press. It didn't seem to strain him in the slightest. Sam gasped and shuddered at the shock of the fabric against his back, pulling away from the all consuming kiss. The chill quickly subsided as his own body heat warmed the bedding up. That and Furon was on top of him. What an unusual name. Sam blinked up at him and nodded. "Better," he murmured, captivated again by the man's beauty. "Much better." He wanted to see the other out of his clothes.<br/><br/>For it had simply been far too long since he'd had sex with another. His job had consumed his life, trying to make up for a mistake he'd made when he was only a child. It seemed silly that the one time he ended up in another man's bed was when he was wounded. Injuries that he still didn't remember how he'd gotten them. But that didn't seem to matter in the long run. All he could think right now was how much he wanted Furon in that moment. His erection hadn't subsided and he inhaled the scent that permeated the air with another groan. He hadn't smelled anything this good in his entire life. It made him wanted to rub himself all over the other, and he did that very thing. His hips undulated against the other man's and he nuzzled and mouthed his shoulder, his cold hands sliding up under Furon's shirt. When Furon's touched his own skin his back arched and he hissed in pleasurable pain. "Off. Clothes...off." Even drunk and injured he was rather demanding in those moments.