Sammie nodded as he heard Angel say that is why he never went looking for his hook ups because he was afraid to discover their true lives. "I should have known better. But what can I say? I am a big softie, not put out for the random pass around. I get easily attached I guess." He said in a whisper. Samson stared into Angel's eyes deeper and deeper. His own eyes always were a different color depending on the lighting and the angle they were looked at. Samson was already started to feel the heart ache of wondering if this was only going to happen once and a blue moon or just this once. How could he put himself through this, yet alone with someone he would see on a daily basis.<br/><br/>When Sammie and Angel had to work on a History project he was scared shit less. He didn't want to give off any gay vibes or the fact that entire week he was swooning over him and how he would get when he became highly focused in the project. How cute and handsome he was. As Sammie climbed into his lap he said in teasing tone "Well pick the right one." Samson bit his lip as he felt Angel's hands wrap around his ass, right were the holes were designed in the jeans. "Very." Once he heard Angel moan he felt that fiery passion he felt before.<br/><br/>Samson slowly started rocking in place as Angel started kissing his own neck bring back the noticeable bulge in his jeans. "Don't worry Angel, I can act like we have nothing at school but please, please don't turn me away from what we both need. If you want me let me live here with you. We can be with one another here. Away from judging eyes just us. Tell me, just tell me what you want."<br/><br/>He moaned out as the rocking increased as Angel worked his finger into his holes, which he would have felt his smooth bare cheeks due to the fact he was wearing a jock strap. It was purple with green stars on it. Samson slid his hands down his sides and up under his shirt. He took his finger nails and ran them down his ivory like chest.