22 comments/ 22073 views/ 43 favorites If You Believe By: Baby789 This is the first in 3 stories for this series be looking out for Noah and Jared's story soon. Thank you for reading all comments are appreciated. * Sam scrubbed at the dirty dishes with a frown, he'd found the plates in his step-brother's room, he didn't know how long the food had been stuck to this plate but it was impossible to get clean. With a defeated sigh Sam threw the plate in the trash and started cleaning again. "Samuel, where are my purple heels?" Patricia yelled into the kitchen, here high heels clicking on the marble floors. "In your wardrobe, Patricia," Sam murmured, keeping his eyes on the dishes. "Go fetch them, me and your brothers have a very important date tonight," Patricia eyed her insanely long fake, fingernail, with a disapproving eye. "I am cleaning the dishes at the moment, could it wait a few moments?" Sam asked, placing another mug in the drainer. "I will not wait! I brought you into this house when your father died the least you can do is get my shoes for me!" she yelled and slapped her hand onto the glass table. "Sorry, Patricia," Sam whispered and washed the last plate, draining the water, drying his hands and then trudging upstairs, kicking socks out of the way. He was going to have to tidy up today. Again. "Hey, Sam!" Ricky shouted his head poking out of the bathroom door. "What?" Sam growled, picking up clothes, placing them in the linen basket at the on the end table. "You remember Lucy?" "Vaguely," He yelled, walking into Patricia's bedroom, sliding the double doors open and grabbing the purple satin heels. "Well she wants me to ask her to the dance," Ricky rubbed the towel across his head and Sam had to fight not to stare at the muscled body, Ricky was hot from the neck down. Up front, Sam thought he looked like a pig that got hit by a train. "And?" Sam grabbed the linen basket and trotted down the stairs again. "What do I do?" "I don't know, you're a big boy, work it out yourself," Sam grumbled, placing the heels in front of Patricia and taking the linen basket towards the laundry room. "Have you washed my jersey?" Paul asked he and Ricky looked exactly the same, the same greasy black hair, the same soulless blue eyes, the abnormally large nose and the same horrible teeth. He couldn't see what all the girls saw in them, he thought they were ugly. He was betting on popularity, because they were both centers on the football pitch. Patricia was the Botox queen; Sam hadn't seen her face move in years! She always wore too much make up, and too high heels that she couldn't walk in, and she smelt like a whore. Sam ended up living with all three of them when his father married Patricia, but then Dad had a heart attack and died, since then Sam had been like a slave to them. As for him, he was short, had bright blonde hair, light green eyes, a normal sized nose and white teeth. Oh yeah, and he was gay. Patricia, Ricky and Paul, knew this because, Ricky had been snooping around one day in his room and had found his journal. They even made his life hell because of it. "Hey, dickwad, I was talking to you," Paul shouted and threw a pair of balled up socks at his head. "Sorry, what were you saying?" Sam shook out of his memory and looked back at Paul. "Where is my jersey?" "Here," Sam pulled the blue and green jersey from the tumble dryer and handed it to the butch boy. "Boys! Hurry or we are going to miss your birthday party," Patricia tapped her foot on the floor. They had conveniently forgotten that it was Sam's birthday today too. "Coming, mother!" came the snappy replies. "Sam, my room needs cleaning, and the spare bedroom arranged, Mongolia coming is to stay, and you know she is very picky ," Patricia grabbed her purple handbag and slipped it over her arm. She was wearing a skin-tight, leather purple dress, with purple heels and purple nail vanish on her claws; it looked like Barney threw up on hooker, a very cheap hooker. "Yes, Patricia," Sam threw the clothes into the washing machine and grabbed his mobile punching in his favorite number, as he watched the trio file out of the door. "Hello, this is cock hire weekly, what will be your order?" a sing song voice asked on the other end of the line. "Hey, fag hag, you coming over they have finally gone." Sam grinned and slammed the door shut on the washer, placing powder in the slot and turning it on full. "Sure, want me to bring pizza?" Alicia asked. "Nah, I'm feeling Chinese tonight," Sam wandered upstairs to Patricia's room and started a cleaning session. "Are you cleaning again," Alicia said. It really wasn't a question. Sam heard noise in the background and only assumed was her putting her coat on. "Yep, you know me, Cinderella and the even uglier, stupider step monsters." He chuckled as he cleaned. "The dance is coming up maybe you will meet your Prince Charming there." "Yeah, I wish, but who's going to notice me?" "Shut up, you're hot; you're gay and I still want to do you." Sam heard a door slam and a car engine start. "Yeah, well I'm not. I'm going to go now, so you don't crash into a tree...again." Sam grinned. "The tree hit me." Sam heard before he hung up the phone. He wished that he could go to the dance, but him being the housekeeper, cook, homework writer, and horse care giver, he had his plate full at home. Sam sighed in resentment and turned the vacuum on, hovering dust bunnies from under the bed, he only hovered three days ago. "Want some help?" "No, thanks, I only got to clean the guest room up then we can eat." Sam turned and glanced at his best friend, if he was straight he would have had her in bed by now, Alicia was short, curvy, had red hair, green eyes and a light smattering of freckles along her nose, she was cute, but Sam preferred muscles and a cock over boobs and a pussy. "Why so glum chum?" Alicia plopped on the bed and placed the food down next to her. "I was just wondering if I would ever get my happily ever after." "Sure you will, you got into the University of Cambridge, it has the best music program of this century, babe." Alicia smiled and watched as Sam finished the tidying of the guest room. "I know, but who ever really make it in the music business?" Sam flopped backwards onto the bed, he could play piano, he could sing and he loved to dance, well he tried to dance. "Durr, Scott Chambers, Jared Chambers, Noah Patrick, and Riley Richards?" "I know, but they've been in a band since they were like five." Scott, Jared, Riley and Noah were the members for a punk rock band called If You Believe; Sam had been a follower of them before they even got famous, and he found them via YouTube and tracked their progress. He also had the biggest crush on Scott Chambers, Scott was now 25, Jared was 23, Riley was 26 and Noah was the oldest at 28. "They still made it big." Alicia said, pigging out on spring rolls. Sam beamed and picked up a dumpling, he loved these. Alicia and Sam pigged out on everything until they had emptied all containers, by the time they had cleared everything away, Sam was lying on his back looking at the ceiling, and Alicia soon joined him. "Happy 18th Birthday, Sam Cake." Alicia said and grabbed an envelope, handing it to him with a smile. "Thought you might have forgotten." Sam said, jokingly. "Nah I could never forget your birthday." Alicia said seriously. "Kay." Sam ripped open the envelope and chuckled, inside were 50 hours' worth of tattooing vouchers. Spread across his shoulders was a half-finished set of angel wings; he had yet to have them finished due to lack of finances. "Thanks, Alicia Misha." "Welcome babe...so about the dance." She sat up and grinned down at him. "I can't go." Sam growled and scowled at the ceiling. He was so disappointed not only was it going to be one of his final school dances, but it was going to be a costume ball as well. "What if I told you that If You Believe it is going to play? We won that radio contest and now they're going to play!" "No way?!" Sam shot up of the bed and gaped down at her. She nodded her head enthusiastically. "I still can't go," Sam said with disappointment. Why should this be any different than anything else in his life? "Why?" Alicia whined. "I told you like a million times." "One night isn't going to make a difference" Alicia taunted in his face. "I can't go," Sam whispered. "Yes you can!" Alicia shouted and slapped at his chest. "If I say yes will you stop bugging me?" "Yes!" Alicia pouted and batted her eyelashes at him. "Please I love you." "Fine." Sam growled and watched as Alicia bounced away and grabbed a garment bag from the wardrobe. "When did you put that in there?" Sam asked in shock. "A few days ago, I knew you were going to say yes." Alicia placed the bag on the bed and unzipped it with a flourish, Sam eyes widening at the delicately stitched patterns along the blue coat. "Oh My God is that..." "Yeah, I made it for you, Sam Cake." "It is beautiful." "Yep, I'm going as Snow White and Daniel is going as Grumpy." Alicia said with a grin. "I love you, Alicia Misha." "Ditto, babe." Sam and Alicia settled in to watch a film with content smiles on their faces. It was the day before the dance and Mongolia had come to stay and she had brought along her two very gay, very flamboyant sons with her, so Sam had been kicked out of his bedroom to sleep on the sofa, while the boys took his bedroom. "I am so happy to be able to go to this dance Mummy." Wes jumped up and down in glee. "I'm going to go as Sleeping Beauty." "You can't go as Sleeping Beauty I'm going as Sleeping Beauty." George whined. "No, I'm going." Sam turned away as the boys started shouting and headed upstairs towards the bathroom to shower, stripping he slipped under the already heated water, resting his forehead on the cool tiles. Washing his slim, muscled body, Sam fisted his 6 inch cock, pouring conditioner over his hard on, made his dick jump and he moaned in pleasure, loving the little shock the cold conditioner gave him. He was quiet happy to admit he enjoyed a little pain. Sam liked to be spanked here and there, he only found this out a few years ago accidently when he and a friend of his were playing around in the pool, his friend slapped his bare ass and his cock got hard as rock. He had never been fucked though, he wanted to so badly, but every time he got anywhere near fucking something bad happened, like his last boyfriend fell out of bed and broke his wrist, of course his boyfriend broke up with him the next day. Sam shook his head and started working his cock, moaning in bliss, it had been so long since he had come. His hand sped up and just as he was about to come the bathroom door opened and slammed against the bathroom wall. "Ooh, Sammie, you got a pretty bit of meat between your legs...can I taste?" Wes whispered and licked his lips, sauntering towards the shower, he was a cute little twink, but he didn't want to fuck Wes, he wanted to be fucked. Not by that easy little tart either, if he was honest with himself Sam had always fantasied it was Scott Chambers that took his cherry. Like that was ever going to happen, he snorted to himself. "No, I don't like guys who try too hard," Sam growled and wrapped a fluffy green towel around his hips. "Spoilsport," Wes said with a pout. "Yeah, whatever," Sam stormed out of the bathroom and grabbed his clothes, he was even more angry now that he hadn't come, he needed to come so bad, it had been weeks. "I'm going as Sleeping Beauty tomorrow," Wes leant against the cupboard and watched as Sam dressed. "Really? I don't care," Sam rubbed the towel through his hair and threw it in the hamper, going down to the living room. "Yeah, George is going as Little Bo Peep from Toy Story." "Mmm," Sam mumbled and set up his bed for the night, with Wes following behind him. "Leave me alone I want to go to sleep." "But you're so handsome; I want you." "No." "Why not? I mean you're gay right? Ricky told me you were," Wes's forehead scrunched up in confusion. "Yes, but I don't want to fuck you," Sam lay down and closed his eyes hoping to get rid of him. "So you don't want to fuck...can I suck your dick?" Wes sat on the end of the couch and stared at him. "Go away," Sam said fighting hard not to blush, it was a losing battle. "Fine, I'll go find something else to do," Wes pouted and skipped away. "Thank God," Sam grumbled and closed his eyes, drifting into a deep slumber. **************************************************************************************** One hour to go, Sam watched as the twins and Patricia left for the dance, well the boys were going to the dance and Patricia was going to get more Botox, Ricky and Paul had dressed as Jasper and Horace from 101 Dalmatians. The theme was Disney movies, most of the females were obviously going as Cinderella. Sam raced up stairs and slipped on his costume hand made by Alicia, it fit perfectly, smiling he strode into the bathroom and tied his hair in a ponytail with a blue ribbon; it was just long enough for him to tie up now. Taking a deep breath he answered the door when he heard a knock, opening it he smiled, Alicia was dressed as a beautiful Snow White and Daniel was standing grumpily next to her dressed a Grumpy. "Oh My God! You look good as Beast," Alicia eyed her handiwork with a smile. "And you are the fairest in the land my dear," Sam said with a wink. "You too Daniel." "Let's go, don't forget to be home by 12.00 o'clock on the dot," Daniel grumbled. "Gotcha," Sam headed towards Daniel's car and smiled, glancing out the window on the drive there. As everyone got out, Sam untangled himself from his seatbelt and stood, just as he was about to go in he was stopped with a hand to his arm. "Put this on." Alicia said, placing a blue masquerade mask over his eyes. "So the stepmonsters won't know you're here." "Good idea, meet you back here at 11.40?" Sam asked already heading towards the entrance to the school. "Sure thing, sweetie, go mingle," Alicia yelled with a laugh. Sam chuckled and headed through the double doors and gaped, The Royal Hotel had been decorated in black and red, the tables were black and red, the drinks were black and red, there were black and red ribbons hanging from everything, as Sam stood their gapping someone bumped into him, spilling their drink down his trousers. "Oh God, sorry, I didn't see you there." Sam turned ready to accept the apology, "Don't worry about..." Sam trailed off then tilted his head to the side; OH MY GOD, Scott Chambers just spilt his drink on him. "Don't worry about it," Sam said before rushing off into the crowd ignoring the man's shouts, he headed towards the back of the hotel and found a grand piano, glancing longingly at it; he heard the voice again and kept going. "Wait a minute man." Scott yelled chasing after the man dressed as the Beast. He wasn't a beast that was for sure, what little he could see of his face was damn stunning, with full lips and beautiful luminous green eyes, they were unlike any other shade he had seen. Scott cursed as he heard his name being announced over the speaker, taking one last glance towards the beautiful male he rushed towards the stage. "Hey, Hillman High are you ready to rock!" Scott yelled, smiling broadly as the crowd cheered, his Australian accent thick from lust, one sight at his beautiful boy (Scott didn't know who he was, but he already thought of the beauty as his) and he had been hard as rock, shaking his body he looked out into the crowd, his arousal died down as he prepared to sing. "Right guys, this song is called Angels," The crowd screamed and Scott began singing the heavy rock beat into the microphone. Halfway through the fourth song he saw his Beauty come back, his white trousers stained with the red drink Scott had spilled on him. "Right guys, this is the last song, it was our first hit and we dedicate it to all of the believers," Scott started belting out the lyrics to If You Believe, his eyes connecting with his Beauty. Belting out the final note he looked out into the crowd and frowned as he watched Beauty leave the dance floor. "Noah, I got to go find someone," Scott whispered in the drummer's ear. "You are hunting Beast?" Noah said with a chuckle in his thick German accent, he had noticed Scott watching the boy all night. . "No, I am hunting Beauty," Scott said with a growl and followed after the man, after looking all around the ground floor of the hotel, he was about to give up when he heard the melodic sound of the piano with a soft voice accompanying it coming from one of the rooms. Scott leant against the railing and listen closely to the lyrics. "Did you ever believe? Were you ever a dreamer? Did you ever believe? That you were a winner? Do you wish you could go far? Far away from this place you call your own. What if I said that you could? What if I could make your dreams come true? Would you ever believe? If you were ever to believe, would it be real? Real as you feel to me. Do you ever want peace? Do you ever want to find the one? The one who makes you feel loved? The one who you want to spend the rest of your life with. What if I said that you could? What if I could make your dreams come true? Would you ever believe? If you were ever to believe, would it be real? Real as you feel to me...shit!" Beauty yelled and scribbled at paper. "You sound amazing." Scott said announcing himself, Beauty spun around and gasped, throwing a hand over his heart. "Thank you," Beauty stammered tilting his head again. "You're Scott Chambers." "Yep, and you are?" Scott asked walked over to him and cupped his cheek, Beauty gasped and looked up at Scott, Scott stood at a magnificent 6 foot 7, which was about 6 inches on Sam, and he had flame red hair, hanging halfway down his back. "My name is..." Beauty was interrupted by an awful sound coming from his phone; frowning Beauty opened the little phone and frowned. "I have to go." He said grabbing his notebook and dropping it in his bag without looking. "You have to go now?" Scott asked. "Yes," Beauty said and raced away, the notebook fell out of Beauty's bag Scott picked it up and raced after him. He was gone before Scott could catch up to him, flipping the book open he gasped, inside were the most complicated piano pieces he had ever seen, accompanied by soulful lyrics. He didn't think even Jared could play them and that had to say something. Scanning through the book he growled, no name, who doesn't write their name in their notebooks, but he did see in little writing at the bottom of one song, "Scott Chambers...I wish, I wish I were handsome enough for him to want me...I wish, I wish..." the rest of the page was torn out and Scott really wanted to know what it had said there. "Hey, Scout, did you find Beauty then?" Noah asked and slapped him on the back, with a wide grin, showing that he had found some trick to hook up with after they got off stage. Noah had been calling him Scout since he and Jared picked Noah away from the bar he was performing in. "Yeah, but then he left, he dropped this." Scott handed over the notebook and watched as Noah whistled, his eyes scanned downwards and stopped at the bottom. "I wonder what he wrote here." Noah tapped the torn out page. "Guess I will have to find out." "How?" Noah slung his arm around Scott's shoulders and squeezed. "I have a plan," Scott grinned. "What's going on here?" Jared waggled his eyebrows with a cheesy grin plastered on his face. "Scott is in love." Noah laughed deeply and slapped Jared's back, Scott watched as Jared smiled shyly and ducked his head. Scott was going to have to ask his brother what was up with him lately, he wouldn't hang out with them and he was all shy around Noah all of a sudden. If You Believe "I'm not in love...I'm fascinated." "By who?" Jared asked as Noah sweetly twined his fingers with his brother's. "Beauty," Scott sighed. "Which Beauty? There was only girls dressed as Belle today, you're gay...I think." Jared frowned. "I am gay, and Beauty is a He, he was dressed as Beast." "Ah, I see now." "How we going to find him then?" Noah asked, slinging his other arm around Jared, Jared sighed quietly and leant into the touch. "Well..." Riley walked behind the trio humming quietly to himself, thinking of a way he could help out. "Where's my notebook?" Sam asked in a panicked tone, searching through his backpack, in the back seat of Daniel's BMW. "Did you have it with you?" Alicia asked turning her head towards him. "Yes, I had it at the piano and then I went to put it in my bag when I was running from...shit," Sam slapped his forehead and growled, he must have dropped it when he was running from Scott. "Who were you running from?" Daniel growled, his protective instinct coming around. "Scott..." Sam whispered, hanging his head between his legs. "Scott? As in Scott Chambers?" Daniel whispered. "Yes," Sam sniffled, he had years' worth of work in that book, and it even had his submissions for University. "Why were you running from Scott?" Alicia asked, climbing into the backseat with him. "I was playing, he heard me, my phone went off, and I ran and dropped my notebook," Sam leant into the arm that Alicia wrapped around his shoulders. "He spilt juice on me before the dance, and then when he found me in one of the music rooms he touched my cheek then my phone went off and I ran." "We'll get it back, sweetheart," Alicia smiled and kissed his head. "I hope so," Sam climbed out of the car and quickly raced up the driveway with a quick thank you and good bye to Daniel and Alicia. He stripped his costume off and hid it in the basement; he just made it to the kitchen as the back door opened. Patricia scowled and turned to face Ricky, "See I told you he was at home." She cuffed Ricky around the back of the head and left the kitchen. "I saw you at the dance, you were with Scott Chambers," Ricky snarled in his face. "I don't know what you're talking about," Sam's words broke as he turned towards the sink, cleaning the already immaculate basin. "Leave him alone, Ricky," Paul shoved Ricky out of the kitchen and sat on the counter, watching him. "How are you doing?" Paul whispered. "Why do you care?" Sam growled and scrubbed even harder at the imaginary stain. "I was surprised, I really wanted to hate you when our parents got married...but I don't...instead I..." Paul shook his head and grabbed the back of Sam's head pulling him in for a kiss, Sam stood frozen and Paul took that advantage to sweep his tongue inside. Sam finally unfroze and pushed him away. "What are you doing?" Sam gasped, stepping back a few paces. "I love you!" Paul shrugged and fiddled with his buttons. "You're not gay," Sam shook his head and turned away. "Nah, but I think you're hot and I can't stop thinking about you." "No, don't do it again...ever!" Sam raced to his room and threw himself face down on the bed. "Wes?" A groggy voice came from under the covers. "Oh God, sorry George, I forgot this isn't my room at the moment," Sam stuttered and sat up, hot tears streaming down his face. "Don't worry, why you crying?" George turned around and sat up, the covers pooling at his waist. "It's nothing to worry about, it doesn't matter," Sam sniffled again and wiped his tears away. "It does to me; I want to be friends, Sam," George whispered and wrapped his arm around his shoulder. Sam looked over at George and smiled, George was short but he was handsome, slim like him, short dark hair and grey eyes, shame he didn't do it for him. "Thanks, George." "So are you going to tell me what's bothering this pretty little head of yours?" "Paul...he kissed me," Sam sniffled. "I thought he was straight...not to mention damn ugly," George smiled up at him. "Yeah that is what I thought too, but he said he was in love with me and that he thinks I'm hot." "You are, not that I want you, I have Johnny for that. As for the love thing don't worry your pretty little head about it" "Yeah, I know," Sam wiped away tears, and he thought about Scott. "What else is it?" George asked. "I was at the dance tonight, and I met Scott Chambers there." "Ah, Scott." George whispered. "What about him?" "I know him," George grinned. "You can't tell him it was me," Sam begged and looked at George. "Tell him what?" "If he asks about Beast tell him you don't know...please George." "Sure, I don't get it though." "Thanks, night," Sam said and raced from the room, landing on the sofa with a plop, closing his eyes, it had been a long night. Sam fell asleep with a lot on his mind. The following Monday in school he gasped as he walked through the school doors, plastered everywhere over the school were posters of Beast from Beauty & the Beast 'Have you seen Beauty?" underneath were rip off phone numbers. "Look at this," Alicia hissed next to him. "I know," Sam said in shock, he couldn't believe Scott had done this just to get to him. "Scott really wants to see you again, Sam." "I can't let him know it's me, and you can't either Alicia. Please." "Alright babe, but I don't like it," Alicia patted his hand, "Let's get to music class." "Yeah," Sam smiled and headed towards the class, confident that he wasn't going to get caught. As Sam headed into the kitchen after school he bumped into Ricky. "Hi Sam or should I say Beast," Ricky growled and slammed his costume down on the table. "Ricky, I..." Sam whispered. "I don't want to hear it," Ricky yelled, "Just keep an eye because a whole lot of ugly is going to happen, fag. You're gonna get yours!" Sam squeezed his eyes shut and ran for his piano, in the attic, sitting down he closed his eyes and played a sad melody. "That is so sad, Sam," George whispered and sat down next to him. "It's how I feel." "Why?" "Ricky found my costume and threatened me. I'm worried, I think he's up to something," Sam sniffled and began playing the song he was playing last night. Scott raced up the attic stairs as he heard the tune from the previous night, he was at the Hillman's because supposedly Ricky was his Beauty, he knew that Ricky wasn't his Beauty his Beauty had the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. Poking his head around the corner he gasped, sitting at the piano was George, he had known George since he was 15, and it couldn't be him. "George? You're my Beauty?" Scott asked announcing himself. George spun around and looked at the man sitting next him. "You can't be Beauty your eyes are grey. Do you know who it is?" Scott was staring at the male figure sitting next to him, his fingers hovering over the ivory keys. "Who are you?" Scott asked. "Nobody," Sam whispered and stood, rushing past him, but not fast enough as Scott grabbed his upper arms, twisting him he sighed in frustration. "Look at me," Scott growled. "No, let me go," Sam whispered and struggled against him. "Please..." Scott turned to George, "What color are his eyes?" Sam mimed "Blue," over Scott's shoulder with pleading his eyes. "They are blue." "Why won't he look at me?" "He's shy," George whispered. Sam grinned and rushed away from the attic down the stairs, he was late getting dinner started. It took Sam about 40 minutes to get dinner ready and get the table set, about halfway through Scott came down and kept a watchful eye on him. Sam never made eye contact with him; his hands kept shaking as he placed food along the dining table along with glasses of wine. Patricia sat down next to Scott with a grin, urging Ricky to sit down at his other side. Sam sat down at the breakfast bar, keeping one ear open in case Ricky said anything about him. Sam cleared the table, just as he picked Ricky's plate up he tripped over the leg that Paul had stuck out, sending the plates crashing to the floor and glasses smashing. "You useless bastard, clean it up," Ricky yelled and kicked a piece of broken glass at him. Sam kept quiet and swept the glass into the duster. "Let me help. I'm sorry about the way they acted." Scott knelt down and picked the broken pieces of plate up. "Don't worry about it." Sam shrugged, stood and emptied the pan into the bin and went back into the kitchen. "Don't treat him like that." Sam heard as he filled the sink with bubbles. "Why? He's not even family." Paul snickered as Ricky spoke those hateful words. "So why is he still here?" Scott asked, Sam popping his head out the door and watching the feud. "I was married to his father and it is only right that he continues to live here, it's not if he is able to care for himself, the poor dear is slow if you know what I mean?" Patricia simpered. What she didn't add was Sam's father had left him everything and in order for her to continue to live in the life style she believed she should be accustomed to Sam had to allow them to continue to live here; not that Sam was aware of any of that. She let the boy believe all his father had left him was a small college fund that she had control over. Scott couldn't bear for his Beauty to live with these horrible people but wasn't sure of what to do. But he knew he couldn't spend another moment in this house, he went say goodbye to Sam and found him in the kitchen doing the dishes. As Scott entered the room he began singing a tune. Sam recognized it as his song; Sam cringed and turned away quickly. "Have a good night," Scott whispered, his eyes trailing the man's ass as he left. "Mmm," Sam mumbled refusing to turn back around. The next month seem to drag by for Sam, it seemed every time he turned around Scott was there to supposedly visit George, since he and his family hadn't gone back home yet. "Patricia when will you get it through your head that I am not dating your son!" Scott yelled and slammed the living room door; storming into the kitchen he threw one Patricia's expensive glass vases across the room. "Thanks a lot, now I am going to have to pay for that, out of my college fund, which I don't even have yet," Sam grumbled and swept the glass up. "Why do you let them treat you like that?" Scott asked, taking a seat on one of the stools. "Simple, it's the only way Patricia is going to let have the college fund my father left for me," Sam sat down at the bar and opened his chemistry book. "What college are you going to?" "Why are you still here?" Sam snapped, "It's not like you're going to find your Beauty here." "I already have found him; I've just been waiting for the right time," Scott whispered his eyes glued to Sam. "Who is it then? Is it Ricky?" Sam scribbled equations down in his book with a frown, tears stinging his eyes, a single one dripping down and onto the paper causing the blue ink to splatter. "He tried to make me think it was him, but I knew...you see my Beauty has the most incredible eyes," Scott slowly made his way closer to Scott. "Mmm..." Scott pretended not to be interested. "They are a really pale green, I have never seen that shade before," Scott stood and rested his hands on his chemistry books. "You know anybody with eyes like that Sam?" Scott bent and whispered in his ear, his other hand bringing a small blue notebook out from his pocket. "My notebook..." Sam whispered. "You're my Beauty Sam," Scott whispered. "No," he whispered, standing up he pushed passed Scott and raced out the house. He heard Scott chasing after him but he didn't stop, his vision was blurry with tears but he still didn't stop. Eventually with his chest burning and his heart racing a hundred miles a minute, he fell to the ground on his knees. He slammed his fists down onto the ground and screamed. "Sam?" Scott whispered behind him. "Leave me alone." "But you're my Beauty," Scott fell to his knees next to him. "Why did I have to fall for you?" Sam sobbed and turned away. "Look at me," Sam shook his head. "Please," Sam shook his head again. "Look at me, damn it," Scott grabbed Sam's chin and twisted his head towards him, beautiful green eyes even more luminous because of tears stared back at him, his lower lip trembled and his hands shook. He looked beautiful. Scott smiled gently and eased forward, giving Sam enough time to move away, he placed a kiss to his lips; Sam whimpered quietly but didn't pull away. Scott smiled and threaded his hand through Sam's hair, tangling it around his fingers, Sam whimpered again and shyly started kissing him back, and then they were interrupted by the flash of a camera. Scott pulled away and looked up at the gaggle of reporters, frowning deeply, where did they come from? Standing up he reached down to help Sam up, he stood and Scott wrapped his arm around his waist, in return Sam wrapped both his arms around Scott. The lovers walking back to the house, Sam saw Ricky in the parlor window with an evil grin on his face. "Scott is this boyfriend?" "Scott, when did you two meet?" "How long have you been together?" Scott ignored the questions and opened his mobile, conference calling Noah, Riley and Jared. They had been staying in town so Scott could be close to Sam. "Scott, what happened?" "Scout, how you doing? I heard what happened." "Scott?" Riley's voice was the deepest of them all, signaling he had just got out of bed. "I'm good guys, but I need you to get in the car and come get me and Sam." "Sure." "No problem." Riley's line went dead, Scott shook his head and glanced down at Sam. "Thanks." Scott hung up and wrapped his arms back around Sam, whispering in his hair, "Don't worry, babe." Scott smiled a fake smile and faced the paparazzi. "When did you meet?" a microphone was shoved in his face and he pushed it back a few centimeters. "We met a few weeks back." "Have you been together long?" "No." "Are you serious?" Luckily the guys turned up in a limo just then and Scott pushed his way through the cameras and helped Sam into the car, slamming the door shut behind them, he sat next to Sam and wrapped him in his arms again. "So you're Beauty?" Noah grumbled and looked over at the boy. "Bit young isn't he?" "I'm 18," Sam whispered. "Like I said a bit young," Noah blew cigarette smoke out the window of the car. Riley sat in the seat furthest away from everyone with his iPod plugged in, his head bobbing slowly. Jared and Noah sat across from the three of them. "My step mother is going to be so angry at me," Sam frowned and scrubbed his hand through his hair. "Stop worrying about what that cow says or does." Scott rubbed his hand up and down Sam's arm in a soothing gesture. "I suppose you're right." "Stay with me," Scott blurted out. "What?" Sam turned and gaped at the man. "I said stay with me, come on tour with us." "I have only just met you; I can't pack everything up and leave. I also have to think about college." "We met weeks ago, babe and if you want to go to college so bad take your lessons online and I will pay for it," Scott winked at Sam, who scowled, "Just think about it...please?" "I will think about it. No promises though." "As long as you're thinking about it," Scott whispered. Riley's iPod slipped out of his hand and skidded onto the floor, Sam bent over and glanced at the screen. "You like 30 Seconds To Mars?" Sam asked in shock. "Yeah, you know them?" Riley asked a small grin playing at his mouth. "They are my all-time favorite band," Sam flushed and turned back when Riley smiled and put the buds back. "Hey, Sam, I heard about your music, can I look at it?" Jared asked coming over to sit next to him, switching places with Scott. "Sure, I guess," Sam handed the notebook over and for the next few hours Jared and Sam talked about, pianos, guitars, notes, vocals, and every other thing music related. Noah eyed the couple with a frown, the boy was cute and he could write music, but that was just the shell, they would have to find out more about this Sam. "Stop plotting against him," Scott whispered in his ear, "You're just jealous that you're not going to get fucked by me anymore." "Did I hear that right?" Jared turned and looked at the couple. "What?" Sam whispered in confusion. Scott scowled at him and leant away from Noah. "Depends what you heard," Noah rumbled and stubbed his cigarette into the ashtray. "That you let Scott fuck you, but you wouldn't fuck me?" Jared turned to face Scott with a frown. "How could you? After everything I told you." "I knew about it," Riley piped in. "Shut up, Riley," Scott and Noah said in unison. Scott slipped out of the seat and knelt in front of Jared, his hands on his knees, "Jared, listen to me, ever since you told me that I haven't touched him." "How can I know you're telling the truth?" Scott watched as a stray tear slipped down his brother's cheek, a month ago Jared had told Scott that he was in love with Noah, the night of the dance. "Ask him," Scott pointed to Noah. "When was the last time you two fucked?" "Damn, must have been just over a month," Noah ran his hands over his bald head, Noah was a bulky man, he wasn't fat, it was all muscle, his eyes were a weird shade of blue and he had very full lips for a man. Jared was muscled but short, his hair was currently purple, his eyes were purple also, last Scott had heard was that Jared even dyed his pubes to match. Riley was the total opposite of all of them, he had glossy black hair that hung down past his shoulders, his skin was an olive shade and he had the blackest eyes, he was also very slim. "See baby brother, I wouldn't ever hurt you like that," Scott kissed Jared's cheek and sat next to Sam again. "What did you tell Scott?" Noah grumbled. "Nothing you need to know." Jared turned back to Sam and the ride went by with the natter of Jared and Sam in the background. "Here we are," Scott said with a grin. Opening the door he helped Sam out of the car and wrapped his arm around his shoulder. Sam gasped, he was standing in front of a three story flat, the wall to the left looked to be made of glass and the thing was made out of wood, it was also in the middle of nowhere. "This is beautiful. Who owns it?" "That would be me," Scott whispered against his neck. "And me." Jared piped in. "This is yours?" Sam asked in shock. "Yep," Scott grinned and ushered them all inside the house, Jared and Noah went to west wing while Scott and Riley took Sam to the east wing. Riley waved and headed into his own room. "You can stay in my room with me if you want to, or I can have a room made up for you," Scott secretly hoped he would want to stay with him; he was disappointed at the next words. "Do you mind if I have my own room?" Sam shyly looked around Scott's bedroom; there was band replica around and other knick knacks, including a DVD cabinet full of Disney films, Beauty and The Beast was currently laying open on the player, Sam smiled to himself. "No, you can have your own room," Scott smiled at the boy in his room. "Shall we go choose it then?" Scott had to get Sam out of his bedroom, he just wanted to throw him down on the bed and fuck him. Hard. "I love your room though," Sam frowned and stepped away from the glass wall. "If I keep you in here too long, I'm going to throw you onto the bed and fuck you into next year; so we better leave," Sam said huskily in his ear whilst wrapping his arms around his waist. "Okay," Sam squeaked, slipping out of his arms and rushed out of the bedroom. "Guess you don't want me to fuck you then," Scott mumbled under his breath. "I'll have this one, if you don't mind I would like to get some sleep, thank you for everything, Scott." If You Believe Scott didn't get a chance to reply because a door slammed in his face, frowning he slipped his shoes off and padded into the kitchen, turning the cooker on, Scott was going to cook Sam a damn good meal. "Hey, Scout, where is Sam?" Noah sat down at the counter and rested his chin on his palm, eyeing the food he was making. "He's asleep, I asked him if he wanted to stay in my room, but he wanted his own room," Scott shrugged and copped at the tomato. "He has only been with you for a few hours, be grateful that he even wants to stay." "I guess, where's Jared?" Scott mixed the sauce for his spaghetti and smiled as a beautiful aroma wafted up his nostrils. "He went to his room as soon as we got back, what did he tell you man?" Noah fiddled with the countertop. "He has to tell you man, I will get in so much fucking trouble if I tell you." "Do you think it's because we fucked?" Noah glanced up and frowned deeply. "Nah, he's cool with it, told me earlier. I think he is surprised that you are a bottom though," Sam placed mushrooms and onion into the mince. "I'm not always a bottom," Noah whispered. "You were with me," Sam turned the sauce down to simmer and sat across from Noah. "You never bottom," He growled and grabbed a beer from the fridge. "I will for Sam if he wants me to," Scott whispered with a silly grin. "Do you love him?" he twisted the cap of the beer and took a chug. "I don't know, man," Scott shrugged and he and Noah settled in to watch the football match. Jared came and joined them at some point and settled against Scott to watch the game. Forty minutes later, the game was done and the spaghetti was almost finished. "Hey can you dish this up please? I need to wake Sam," Scott asked Jared. Jared smiled and nodded, grabbing dishes from the overhead cupboard. Scott grinned and walked down the hallway towards Sam's door, knocking gently he listened when he heard no movement he poked his head inside, all he saw was a pile of sheets. Scott headed inside and sat on the edge of the bed, peeling away the cover to reveal a still sleeping Sam. He smiled and placed a kiss on the boy's lips. Sam mumbled something and pressed closer, moaning as Scott pulled away. "Wake up, Sleeping Beauty," Scott whispered and brushed blonde hair away from his pretty face. "No, still tired," Sam mumbled into the pillow. "I cooked for you," Scott whispered and kissed his cheek. "What?" "Spaghetti," Scott placed another kiss on his brow. "Mmkay," Sam mumbled and rolled closer to him opening his beautiful green eyes, looking up at Scott. "Hi," He said with a giggle. "Hi," Scott growled and kissed him again on the lips; Sam moaned and bought his hands up to pull the tie away from his hair, letting Scott's red hair fall down around them. He sighed in contentment and was urged to lie on his back so Sam could sit on him, he rolled over and Sam started kissing Scott again with a moan. Scott took a hold of Sam's hips and urged him to move, grinding his boxer-clad cock against his jean-clad erection, Sam whimpered and kissed him more passionately, biting gently on his lips, Scott pushed his groin up and ground against Sam's bulge, gasping gently. "Sc...Scott, it's been a while," Sam whimpered atop him. "Do it, let it go," Scott growled thrusting his groin up closer and harder. He watched Sam's face as in contorted with pleasure and he let out an almost deafening scream, Scott roared and felt himself go inside his jeans; Sam flopped on top of him with a happy sigh. "Wow," Sam whispered shyly. "Me too." Sam and Scott were interrupted by Sam's phone going off, blaring out 30 Seconds To Mars's "100 suns". "Who is that?" Scott whispered. "I know," Sam moaned and flipped open the old phone. "Patricia...I'm not coming back...I don't know where I'll stay...I have money...ring them then...just leave me alone," Sam threw the phone against the wall and watched in satisfaction as it smashed into little pieces. "Are you alright?" Scott asked. "Fine," Sam growled and pushed his boxers off and slipping his jeans on after wiping the cooling come off with a tissue, slipping his hoodie on again. "You coming?" he growled at Scott and left the bedroom, Scott shook his head and stripped his clothes off, he ran into his room to change, slipping a clean pair of boxers on wearing only them, he went to go join his Beauty in the kitchen. Scott sat down and twirled pasta around his fork. "Don't you own clothes?" Sam scowled at him over the table. "Well yeah, but every time I eat this I get it all down my clothes, it just makes more sense not to wear clothes when eating," Scott said reasonably, with a wicked grin. "Whatever," Sam ate his dinner in silence and then stormed back to his bedroom. "What's got his panties in a twist? He sounded pretty happy earlier," Jared said with a wink. "Everything was good, we came, then he got a phone call and ever since then he's been like that," Scott waved his hand in the direction of Sam. "Who was on the phone?" Noah asked as he cleaned the table and placed the plates in the dishwasher. "Patricia," Scott shuddered, thinking about the evil woman, and watched Noah and Jared dance around each other to tidy the kitchen, Riley had his iPod in again and Scott shook his head, Riley was the quietest on of them all. "I should go talk to him," Scott whispered. "Mmm," Jared mumbled, humming a quiet tune. Scott smiled and walked down the hall and knocked gently on Sam's door. "What?" Sam yelled from inside. Scott opened the door and sat on the bed. "We need to talk." "Already, I thought we would have been together a little longer before this conversation," Sam snapped. "Don't get snappy at me, I fucking brought you into my home and you're acting like this," Scott waved his hand at the stroppy boy. "I didn't ask you to bring me here!" Sam shouted and slammed his hand into the window, making the frame rattle. "I thought maybe you would want to stay here, sorry for assuming," Scott stood and turned the doorknob. "I'm sorry, Scott. It's just I have nowhere to live, I have no clothes, and I am now apparently a missing person," Sam sniffled and sat on the edge of the bed. Scott turned and looked at the dejected boy; he sat down next to him with a sigh and wrapped him in his arms. "Like I said, you can live with me." "Noah hates me," Sam turned his face into the light smattering of hair on Scott's chest and took a deep breath. "Noah doesn't hate you; he just doesn't know you yet." "He said I'm too young for you," Sam frowned and rubbed his cheek on Scott's chest. "That's my decision not his, I happen to think you're perfect for me." "Really?" "Really," Scott kissed Sam's head then urged him to sit up. "Come on," He said, opening the door, after pulling a silk robe over his broad shoulders. "Where are we going?" Sam asked. "It's Friday, which is movie night," Scott grinned and pulled him into the living room. "I think you should watch it with the guys," Sam whispered. "Sam, you're part of my family now, Noah, Riley and Jared will have to get used to that." "Hey, I didn't say anything, it was Noah!" Jared yelled from his position on the couch. Noah frowned and looked over at Sam. "I didn't either," Riley said with a grin, Sam stared at the quiet man; Riley was sexy, there was no doubt about that. "I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, Sam, it's just new to have someone else here," Noah rumbled, drawing his attention back to him. "It's okay; I'm just worried that because you two have had sex it be awkward between us." "No problem, I got my eye on someone else," Noah winked; Sam wouldn't have noticed if he wasn't watching but Jared's face fell and he stopped shoving popcorn in his mouth. "Jared can I talk to you for a moment?" Sam whispered. "Why?" Jared mumbled his eyes on the fluffy black rug. "Please." Jared scowled but stood and followed Sam into his bedroom. "What is it?" Jared growled and sat on the edge of the bed. "You have to tell him." "Tell who what?" Jared faked innocent. "Noah and you know what." "I...I can't, Sam." "Why not? I know I have only known you for about seven hours, but I know were going to be great friends, Jared. You can tell me anything you want to." "It's so hard, Sam." "What is?" Sam wrapped his arm around Jared's shoulder and hugged him close. "Is everything okay?" Riley poked his head inside the bedroom. "Fine, were just talking," Jared quickly said, avoiding looking at the bassist. "Okay, well hurry, were starting the film in a few moments." Sam watched as Riley closed the door and turned back to Jared. "You were saying?" "It's hard watching him go after other men and women, I feel like I'm not good enough for him. I bet he has even fucked Riley." "I wouldn't say so; I got the feeling Riley only fucks when he is craving," Sam whispered. "I want him so bad, Sammie." Sam smiled at the nickname and kissed Jared's head, "We'll work it out for you, Jared." "I hope so." Jared and Sam walked back into the living room, Sam sitting with Scott and Jared cuddling up to Riley, who willingly wrapped Jared in his arms, Noah frowned at the couple and turned back towards the screen. "What are we watching?" Riley asked. "The Exorcist," Scott said with a grin, over at Riley, he and Riley always watched scary films. "Is it a horror? I hate horrors," Sam asked. "Nah, it's a comedy," Scott said with a chuckle, casting a side glance at Riley who grinned widely. An hour and a half later Sam hit Scott in the shoulder. "You bastard, you told me it was a comedy," Scott laughed and watched Sam fume, over the last hour and a half Sam was screaming at nearly every part but at least he got to cuddle his little man; as was Riley, every time Jared screamed Riley chuckled and hugged him close; Noah scowling at the couple. "What is going on between you two?" Noah growled at the couple after the film. "Huh?" Jared asked, his nimble fingers finishing the braid in Riley's long glossy black hair, tying it around with a small elastic band. "You two are all touchy feely lovey dovey," Noah growled. "It's called being friends, you idiot," Jared placed the braid over Riley's shoulder with a smile. "Thanks, Jared," Riley whispered and headed off towards his bedroom, his head hanging down. "Now look what you've done!" Jared yelled and stormed away following Riley down the hallway. "I think we should go to bed," Sam whispered in his ear. "Yep, let's go," Scott whispered back. "Noah, you need to say sorry to Riley and Jared." "Yeah, whatever," Noah mumbled. Scott shook his head and helped Sam up from the sofa, wrapping his arm around his waist he pulled them into his bedroom; Sam kissed him gently on the lips and moaned as Scott forced his tongue inside. Scott reached down and placed his hands on Sam's small firm ass, kneading the tight globes. "Not yet," Sam whispered and pulled away. Scott growled and grabbed him back, kissing him more deeply; Sam giggled and danced away from him. "Night, Scotty!" Sam yelled as he danced out of the room and into his own bed. "Night, Beauty," Scott whispered, stripped and settled into his own bed for the night. "Scott?" Scott opened his eyes and peered at the crack in the door a few hours later. "Sam, is that you?" he mumbled, his eyes slowly closing again. "Yeah, I can't sleep...can I stay with you?" "Sure thing, babe," Scott shifted over and pulled the covers up, allowing Sam to slip into the warm bed, snuggling up to him, Scott grunted his approval and wrapped his arms around him. "Thank you, Scotty," Sam whispered, against his chest. "For what?" "For everything." "Mmm," Scott whispered and fell asleep with Beauty wrapped in his arms. Scott woke up to a warm hot suction on his cock, groaning he shifted and sighed as another inch disappeared into the hot warm mouth. "Damn, babe," Scott whispered and gasped as Sam suckled on the head; Sam giggled and pulled his mouth away from the sweet treat. "Am I doing okay? I've never done this before," Sam flushed and smiled sweetly. "Never?" Scott asked in surprise. "Nope," Sam pumped his hand up and down the satin covered steel resting in his palm. "So...so you've never fucked?" Scott gasped out, his cock twitching hard. "Not once," Sam ducked his head and sucked on his balls, effectively ending the conversation; Sam rode out the pleasure as Sam slowly travelled towards his ass. "S...Sam, baby." "Mmm?" Sam mumbled, licking the join between his thigh and groin moving towards Scott's hot ass. "Not my ass, not yet." Sam sat up and held himself on his elbows above Scott, with a wicked grin he asked, "Are you a virgin, Scotty?" "No, I just haven't..." Scott flushed and turned away, his hair cascading over them in a fiery waterfall. "Me neither, we can learn together," Sam husked, going back to his original task. Sam's tongue swirled around and under the head, tasting the bittersweet taste of Scott's pre-come; Sam moaned and flicked his tongue inside the slit again, hoping for another taste, Sam got more than he bargained for when come splattered the inside of his mouth, he choked at first, losing some of the precious liquid, he moaned and swallowed Scott's essence down, relishing the taste. "Let me taste, I have never tasted my own come." Pulling away he surged up and planted a kiss on Scott's lips, sharing his own flavor with him, Scott responded by tentatively poking his tongue inside Sam's mouth. Scott gasped and moaned, his own flavor bursting over his tongue. "That was awesome, Beauty," Scott rumbled and stretched out like a feline. "Mmm," Sam whispered his own hand busy working his own cock. Scott knocked his hand away and responded the same was as Sam did, by sucking Scott's average sized cock into his mouth, Scott knew he had a bigger than average but he didn't like to brag, seconds later Sam was exploding onto his tongue in a burst of sweet flavor. Sam and Scott fell asleep again with smiles on their faces, when Scott woke up he heard the soft tone of the piano, scratching his belly he made a beeline for the kitchen, grabbing an apple he headed towards the music room, leaning against the door he listened to the words of Sam's song, appreciating the naked man at the piano. "Could you ever imagine? Imagine you were the one I wanted? The one who could make your dreams come true. Would ever believe? What if I said that you could? What if I could make your dreams come true? Would you ever believe? If you were ever to believe, would it feel real? Real as you feel to me. I know you want to believe. Believe you could stay with me. You know you're the one. The one I need to see." Sam growled and glanced back at the papers strewn across the top of the piano. "What about adding the chorus and then a mix from some of our songs?" Scott whispered sitting down gently, avoiding the music sheets. "Like what?" Sam frowned and glanced up at Scott. "Well... What if I said that you could? What if I could make your dreams come true? Would you ever believe? If you were ever to believe, would it feel real? Real as you feel to me. If you ever believe, I will be here, waiting for that moment. That moment you will find. I will always be waiting. Only if you believe." Scott sang out gently, his hand rubbing circles on Sam's thigh. "What about that?" "Yeah, I like that, I like that a lot." "Good, mind if I play it?" Scott whispered, kissing down Sam's jaw to suck on the tender curve of his shoulder. "Huh?" Sam whispered, his hand running through the red hair, trailing over his stomach. "I said can I play it?" "The song?" "Yes, if the band likes it then we can release it, if you don't mind." "Really?" Sam whispered anxiously, his fingers unconsciously playing along the keys. "Yeah, you could be famous." "I don't want to be famous, but you can sing it if you want to." Sam groaned as Scott sucked at his neck again. "Great!" Scott grabbed all the papers up and rushed from the room to work on the song, Sam sighed and gazed down at himself, he never would know what Scott found in him. "Riley, can I borrow your phone?" Sam yelled as Riley walked past the music room. "Sure, why do you need it?" Riley handed over the touch screen phone and gazed down at Sam. "I need to ring Alicia," Sam whispered, punching the number he knew off by heart into the keypad, holding it to his ear. "Hello?" Alicia whispered over the line. "Alicia Misha, I've missed you," Sam whispered a single tear trailing down his cheek; he already missed his best friend dearly. "Oh My God, Sam! How are you sweetie, I miss you so much! Where are you?" Alicia yelled down the phone "I'm good, I'm with Scott and the band, somewhere up in Scotland." "That's so cool; do you know when you're coming home?" Sam leant against the piano, unconscious of his nudity and the band member gazing at his body. "No, I don't know if I am ever coming home." "Oh..." Alicia whispered. "That's cool...I guess." "Alicia...don't be sad," Sam whispered into the phone. "I'm fine...just promise to visit me...please," Alicia sniffled over the phone and Sam looked up at Riley, Riley glanced away quickly, but Sam noticed the erection tenting the front of his sleep pants. "Hold on a moment..." Sam whispered and placed the phone against his shoulder, "Scott," he yelled glancing at Riley, he was frowning and a single tear slid down his cheek. "Yeah, babe?" Scott poked his head in the door and looked at Riley with a frown. "You alright, man?" Scott whispered, Riley nodded and wiped away the tear. "Can you do me a favor?" Sam spread his legs slightly, watching both Riley's and Scott's eyes travel to his half-hard cock. "Anything," Scott growled striding towards Sam, he stopped as Sam placed a hand on his chest. "Can you get plane tickets for Alicia and Daniel?" "Who the fuck are Alicia and Daniel?" Scott frowned and knelt in front of Sam, grasping his cock, stiffening it instantly. "My best friends." "Then yeah, I'll get them one," Scott whispered, turning back to face Riley with a small frown. "You're coming up tomorrow." Sam said into the phone. "Huh?" Alicia whispered, gasping quietly. "Scott is buying tickets for you and Daniel and you're coming up here tomorrow, no discussion about it." "O...Okay, look Sam I got to go," Alicia moaned quietly and hung up the phone. Sam chuckled and threw the phone at Riley, he could only guess what Alicia was up to, and obviously Daniel was there with her. "Riley, leave," Scott growled his gaze on Sam's hard cock. Riley turned to leave but turned back once more, leveling his gaze with Sam. "Sorry, I didn't want to offend you Sam." Riley sniffled and grabbed his rucksack from the corner. "You didn't upset me, why are you upset?" Sam batted Scott's hand away and looked at Riley. "I want what you guys have, I want someone to love me." "We haven't said that yet." Sam quickly said blushing a bright pink. "I can tell." Riley whispered and left the room. "What was that about?" Scott asked. "I don't care just suck my cock," Sam growled and urged Scott's head down, Sam moaned and thrust his hips in a rapid rhythm, he needed to get off. Fast. "Stick a finger in my ass," Sam moaned and lifted his legs up, hooking his elbows under his knees, presenting his little puckered hole. Scott grinned and swiped at his ass with his tongue, Sam shuddered and pushed into the touch, reaching down he draped Scott's hair over his knees, keeping his face in viewing point. "Scott," Sam whined thrusting his ass a little. Scott chuckled and slipped his finger into the first knuckle; Sam groaned and thrust his ass harder and faster against said finger. If You Believe "More," Sam whispered, Scott compiled by dribbling saliva over his fingers and easing a second one into the tight passage, working the small walnut shaped gland, swallowing as Sam screamed and shot into his mouth. Licking his lips he stood with a feral grin. "Like that?" "Mmm," Sam whispered, flopping against the piano. A few hours later Sam was cuddled up against Scott. "So have you thought about my offer?" Scott whispered trailing his hands through Sam's hair. "I think I would like to stay," he whispered and giggled and Scott let out a yell and hugged his Beauty close. ******************************************************************************************* Over the next three months, Alicia came out for visits and Sam travelled with the band. Patricia tried to have Scott arrested for kidnapping but since their departure was caught on tape she didn't have a leg to stand on. Scott had gotten even more suspicious of the vile woman and hired a private detective to look into her and found out that Sam's father didn't leave him just a small college fund but had in fact left the boy everything. Sam took great pleasure in having Patricia and her disgusting sons kicked out of the house than selling it. His life was perfect or so he thought. "Sam...we need to talk," Scott murmured and pulled him into the dressing room after the show. "About what?" Sam whispered, panic gnawing at his stomach. "Sit. Please," sat across from him on the arm chair. "I was coming back from the stage and this cute little twink hit on me." Scott ran a shaky hand through his hair and growled at himself. "And?" Sam whispered, tears already brimming his eyes. "I didn't even get hard...then I realised I would look at other guys but nothing would happen down there, then I look at you and bam, it goes hard as rock." "That's a good thing right?" Sam frowned and tilted his head, highly confused. "It's a great thing...I just wanted to say...well...I..." "Just spit it out!" he yelled. "I love you," Scott blurted, watching as Sam's face changed from confusion to sad to happy then surprised all in a few moments. "Are you sure?" Sam whispered. "What do you mean am I sure? Don't you love me?" Scott knelt in front of Sam and looked up at him. "I...err...I..." Sam stuttered. "Oh, right," Scott mumbled and stood, his heart crushing in his chest. "No, Scott wait please." Sam grabbed his arm and tried to turn him around, Scott yanked his arm away and braced his hands on the door and rested his forehead on the door too. "Why?" Sam shuffled in between the door and Scott, gripping his face tight in his hands he forced Scott to look into his eyes. "I feel like I have been in love with you most of life, at first I was afraid it was just infatuation, but I knew for sure when you were in my house that night and helped me clean up those broken dishes. I still can't believe you saw past that sad boy I was to see the real me, I have been dying to tell you." Sam placed a gentle kiss on Scott's lips and squeaked as Scott picked him up; he wrapped his legs around his waist and his arms around his neck. "And I wanted to be the first one to say it." "Can we go home?" Sam mumbled and kissed Scott again, their tongues dueling for dominance. "Why?" Scott whispered, tumbling them down onto the sofa, turning so that Sam sat atop him. "I want you to make love to me," Sam giggled as Scott shot upright. "Are you serious?" Scott frowned as the door burst open and Noah, Jared and Riley came stumbling in laughing. "Be quiet," Scott growled and turned back towards Sam. "Are you serious?" Sam looked between Noah, Jared and Riley, biting his lip. "You serious about what, Sammie?" Jared said, sitting down on the arm of the chair closest to Sam's head. "Err..." Sam flushed a deep red and turned his head away. "You can tell us, Sammie, were brothers now," Riley stated sweetly. "He said yes," Scott growled, picking Sam up off the sofa and turning towards the door. "Ooh, so Scott's finally going to pop your cherry tonight Sammie!" Jared laughed and kissed his cheek. "Have fun, I heard from Noah he's a beast in bed," he whispered in his ear, Jared winked and turned back to the group, "Who's up for shots?" "What do you mean I said yes?" Sam whispered against Scott's neck. "Do I really have to tell you?" Scott grumbled, placing Sam in the back seat of the car. "Yes." Sam scooted across and let Scott shuffle his way inside. "Well, it was two months ago that I told Jared we hadn't gone all the way; that you kept saying no, now you said yes," Scott said quietly, flushing. "I told Jared just over two months ago that I was going to give it up to you when you said you loved me." Sam giggled and kissed Scott's cheek. "So are you still sure?" Scott wrapped his arm around Sam's shoulder and kissed his forehead. "One hundred percent!" Sam ushered Scott out of the car and into the house, up the stairs and into their bedroom, Scott turned and pushed Sam against the door, kissing him passionately, exploring every inch of his mouth. Sam felt like fireworks had gone off in his head, just like every time they kissed. Scott sat down on the bed and watched Sam, with one word Sam commanded, "Strip." Sam slowly unbuttoned his purple shirt, easing it slowly down his shoulders, holding it in the crook of his elbow. Grinning wickedly he let the shirt drop and unbuttoned his jeans, stopping with another one word command, "Turn," Sam turned, he loved being ordered about, only in the bedroom though. Scott groaned and forced himself not to touch as Sam bent over to push his jeans and boxers over his slender hips, revealing the tight little pucker, soon to be stretched by his rock hard cock. Sam turned around biting his lip, his body tingling with nerves and excitement. "Come here, baby." Scott growled, puling Sam onto his lap, his cock nudging at Scott's stomach. "How about I get naked and we get this show on the road?" "Y...Yeah." Sam stuttered, kissing Scott's neck. "Are you still sure you want to do this? Because I don't mind waiting." Scott smiled at the boy in his arms. "I am sure, I'm just scared." "Scared of what? I would never hurt you." "I know, I just read everywhere that there is pain," Sam shrugged and idly played with the buttons on Scott's shirt, unbuttoning them one at a time. "Only a little, but it goes in a few moments. That is if you even want to be on bottom," Scott said shyly. "You'd bottom for me?" Sam glanced up and grinned as Scott nodded, "Thanks but I want to feel you inside of me." "Then let's fuck," Scott laughed and flipped Sam onto the bed. "No, I don't want to fuck." "You just said..." Scott said, confused. "I don't want to fuck, because I want to make love," Sam whispered. "Okay, let's make love," Scott stood and stripped his clothes away, enjoying the feel of Sam's gaze raking his body, crawling back on the bed he grabbed lube and a condom, Sam shook his head and threw the condom to the floor. "I'm clean, and you're clean, I want maximum intimacy with you." Sam placed kisses down Scott's chest stopping to suck at the hard pink nub. "God yeah, roll over so I can get you ready," Scott panted out, his hips thrusting into the cool air. Sam smiled and rolled onto his back, spreading his legs wide for him, Scott groaned and ran his fingers over the small opening, he was ecstatic that he was going to be the only one ever inside this little ass. "Only me," Scott growled his tongue licking at Sam's tight ass, landing a heavy slap on one of his cheeks, Sam bucked and moaned; Scott grinned and landed heavy slaps on each ass cheek. "Huh?" Sam whimpered and thrust his ass back against his mouth. "Only me in this ass, no one else, ever!" Scott squeezed lube down his crack and rubbed it around his hole, loosening the tight muscle. "Yeah, only ever you," Sam shuddered as Scott inserted a finger knuckle deep into his ass, gradually working his fingers up Scott eventually had for fingers imbedded inside Sam. "Now, I need your cock, now," Sam hooked his elbows under his knees, presenting his ass to Scott, who growled and placed the head of his cock at the entrance. "Last chance to back out," Scott whispered he highly doubted he could stop now. "I want this," Sam pulled Scott down and kissed him, pulling his hair from its tie and letting it cascade around them, Scott smiled and pushed his hips gently forwards. Sam bit his lip and whimpered, it hurt, he squeezed his eyes shut as Scott slowly worked his cock into the hottest, tightest place he had ever known. "I'm in, you took all of me," Scott waited for Sam to nod then slowly started thrusting his hips in the old age dance. Sam moaned and arched his back, his hard cock slapping his stomach, he gasped as Scott's cock dragged across his pleasure gland almost making him come. "Like that?" Scott growled, pounding his cock faster into Sam's tight heat. "More, harder," Sam whimpered and reached down to grab his cock giving it a few quick jerks, Scott chuckled and started pounding his cock into Sam at a furious pace, gasping as Sam's cock shot over his chest, his ass rippling around him like a sensual massage, Scott roared and released his hot come into Sam's ass. Turning to the side, Scott let his cock slip from Sam's ass, wrapping him in his arms. "Wow," Sam mumbled, his eyes closing slowly. "Yeah," Scott buried his nose in Sam's hair and smiled, he felt at peace, he had the man he loved with him and he had his friends, what could be better right? Sam woke up the next morning with a pleasant but sore ache in his ass, groaning he grabbed Scott's robe and shrugged it over his shoulders giggling as it flowed over him like a dark waterfall. Making his way into the kitchen he sat on the barstool, adjusting until he got comfortable. "Rough night?" Jared said from opposite him, nursing a hot cup of coffee. "Good but not rough, you?" Sam indicated to the coffee with a tilt of his head. Jared shrugged and watched as Noah padded into the kitchen, grabbed a cup of coffee and then left again. "What happened when we left, Jared?" Sam whispered. Jared looked up at him with tears in his eyes and Sam rushed around the table to envelope him in his arms, as Jared sobbed against his chest. "Tell me." "He kissed Noah, Riley kissed Noah," Jared sobbed against his chest, wrapping his arms tight around his waist. "Jared? Noah hit on me, we were drunk, and it was a mistake." The boys hadn't heard Riley come into the room, Riley laid a hand on Jared's shoulder, urging him to face him, and then wrapping him in his arms. "If I could have anyone of you lot, I would choose you in a heartbeat Jared." Riley whispered against his hair. "Really?" Jared hiccupped and glanced up at Riley. "Truly. I'll even make a promise," Riley said with a grin. "No need, I believe you," Jared said and gave Riley a small heartbroken smile. "So you love Noah, hey?" he said sympathetically. "Yes, I have since Scott brought him to us." "Well then, I suppose I can tell you the person that Noah is after," Riley grinned over at Sam who chuckled quietly. "I don't really want to know." Jared whispered. "You really do, considering it is the person in my arms." Riley looked down at Jared with a smile. "Me?" "Yeah, but I suggest play hard to get, let him get a piece of what he gave you." "Thanks, Riley." "Welcome," Riley grinned and watched the patio doors swing open and a ruffled Scott come through the door. "Pack your bags; we are off to San Francisco," Scott slipped his phone in his jeans then clapped his hands together and kissed Sam. "Why are we going to San Francisco?" Sam asked. "Gig." After Sam was sure Jared was ok, he took his man by the hand and led him upstairs to their bedroom. "I love you, Scotty." "I love you too, Beauty," Scott kissed Sam again and the two fell onto the bed in a passionate embrace, happier than either of them had ever been in their lives.