inspired by The Lost Boys because yes

"Sam lights out!"

"Come on mom just one more page, I'm almost finished."

Sam was practically on his knees begging to his mom and Lucy could never understand one little bit the deep connection between a boy and his comics. 

Sam didn't even like that horror stuff that he was reading, he'd always scream at the creatures that his lamp made and the voices that the wind would create. It was a sight for sure to see a grown-ass kid running around screaming in his bedroom. 

"No Sam, we have a busy day tomorrow. It's grandpa's animal festival thingy! Plus I need to know you're living a healthy lifestyle while I'm gone."

"How could I forget? Your 'big date'. Yes and this comic is helping me to prepare for either a) being kidnapped/murdered by vampires and/or b) deal with the horror that will be that festival, mom. Try to understand!"

I had to admit when Sam got all whiny and teenagery while making up excuses not to go places or bicker with his mom, I couldn't help but chuckle at him. It was like he was a character, all exaggerated in all the right places- too good to be true you could say. But, here he was right in front of me while I was in the shadows.

"Fine. No more attitude though. This family's been through a lot."

"I know. I know"

"20 minutes then lights out."

He smiles that goofy flirty smile of his, looking straight towards the closet doors.

"You're the best!"

"I know!"

Nanook trotted after Lucy proudly to wave her off I'm sure. 

The door shut and another one opens. I come falling out of that closet as if I was being suffocated by stuffed dead animals, dirty designer laundry and hidden posters of gorgeous girls. I coughed, catching my breath from having to hide my breath all the time and all he does is laugh mischievously at his mom's stupidity. 

"You okay?" he asks, laughing at my outburst quite literally. 

"Are you kidding? Do you know how many times this thing poked me in the butt?" I held up a dead hedgehog carefully, feeling the tiny pokes still in my butt from earlier. 

He could only laugh and lift his brows. 

"Well you better get used to it, it's not the only thing that's gonna be poking you tonight."

I put the dead animal down, feeling as if it was slightly out of place and copy Sam's devilish invitation to his bed where he was laying. 

"Is that so?"

I make my way over to him, his comic book laying on his chest as there is better entertainment in front of him now- or so I hoped. I straddle his slightly sitting position, hands comfortable finding their comfort place around his neck and weaving into his blonde hair comfortably. It was still wet from where he bathed earlier and stuck to his flushing face like the sauce to spaghetti. 

"Was it worth the wait?" he asks, looking to the closet again where there was a tiny intimidating gap that all the animals could peer out of if they wanted to. 

I slid down him, embracing his warm chest over his duvet until he throws it over us both, locking us together in a place so that we could never escape. I didn't really want to either. 

"I'm in no rush," I whisper, looking up at him as I finish to see him already figuring me out from above. 

His big blue eyes looked at me and I knew they wondered 'what is this girl?' and 'how did I get so lucky?' and this wasn't me being selfish, it was a fact since he reminded me of those questions every single moment we spent together. I wondered the same thing but he's a guy so kinda wondered differently. 

Sam's lips capture mine from somewhere way further above than where he was, so above it was heavenly. Sometimes we'd like to shout that we're older than what people think but it was times like this where we enjoyed being young and young other- not having to worry about anything other than this very kiss. But, at the same time, we were maturer and wiser since we kissed and we lived like it was the last time we could ever as if someone was coming to take it all away. 

He throws the comic book to the side and I jump sensitive to all the sounds. His arms squeeze my frame, growing more confident in the way we touched and mounting me under the warmth of the sheets. 

"I can't wait for a whole weekend of this," he groans in between kisses, distracting me with his words from the pressure he was adding to my neck. 

I really tried to hold back my sounds, I really did, like I did in the closet but sometimes nature just has a way of letting all of it out against your will. After all, there was no controlling nature. 

"Me neither."

Biting down hard, my chest collided with his suddenly as my back tensed to the sky. He wasn't doing anything other than dating me and still it could drive me crazy.

I used to panic about this kind of thing and Sam said he could feel it in our first awkward little kiss together. You think but how will I know when to do this, what do do with this but there is no answer. You see, even someone as painfully overthinking as me, when faced with that moment at that moment just does it. You just do it and it all makes sense and you become so proud of yourself for something so stupid. 

Drilling me against the mattress, his head travells lower down until I could see the outline of his quiff in the space between my middle and his baggy shirt that I was wearing only. He kisses down, leaving the redness of his lips everywhere including my face and my vision. I was seeing red but not the bad red like in Vampires Everywhere, the good red.  

The red that can make you feel overwhelming things.

"Can I try something?"

His tone is serious, persuasive and full of hope as if his whole world would crash down if I said no. 

Of course, I said yes regardless of his persuasion techniques and I couldn't help but get a little hotter by his questin, really feeling that passion that all the older girls chatted about in school while they left me out the circle. 

I nod up on my elbows, I nod everywhere and he could feel it with his head directly facing my crotch at this point. The heat I'm sure was like a hairdryer to his face and the wetness and pulsing was surely like he was holding a human beating heart. 

"It'll feel good, I promise."

I already knew it would but I didn't know what he was doing. 

I was still young- although I'd hate to admit- and of course, being young my knowledge of sex stretched no further than making out and what some of the girls did behind the bleachers while getting out of health class. 

He was so far down when my heartbeat reached a deadly pace that his whole body was lying on the bed apart from his head and the tops of his shoulders. Sam's blue eyes were now black, looking at my underwear as if accomplishing a lifelong dream like getting to a top of a mountain and finally getting to embark on that dream. 

His breathing alone was driving me insane, in and out, in and out just like my own. The exact same pace. The exact same anxiety and heaviness within it.

What if I'm not sexy?

What if she doesn't like it?

But both 'what if I'm not good enough?'

He warmth of his exhales were brushing against me making tiny pricks of joy and pleasure begin before the DJ had arrived at the party. And then he kissed that other part of me and suddenly I didn't have to worry and even if I wanted to I couldn't. 

This was the life. 

"I'm so glad you invited me over," I breathed, the crown of my head digging into the headboard to try and bring myself back to reality with pain as so normal life of a human should feel this good at any moment. 

He moans into me, tongue wiggling into me after teasing my clit for a while. I didn't really understand what he was doing and had no idea how he was so confidently inexperienced but I didn't care. It was too good to care. 

I tried not to roll my eyes when he hummed into me but I couldn't help it. My body had lost control of all of me and the puppet strings had been cut.

My hand flies to the headboard as if he's pulling me more and more towards him, like a black hole taking me in part by part. That black hole continued to suck me in, quite literally, until I reached the core and it good better, nicer and whinier. 

By that, I meant I was close.

"Sam, I'm close," I look to him for help as if he could help me at all in his moment. 

He replies with that smirk of his, as usual, spreading along with me down there and detaching himself from his previous location. He inserts a finger into me, sending me quickly from a disappointing transition to an 'oh my god what is he doing!'.

I grab the collar of his shirt, pulling him back up towards me in hope that his frame would mute the noises that spilt out of me as dark and as deadly as an oil spill. 

"Holy shit you're so hot," he whispers into my ear, youthful voice twitching them as he bites them lightly and playfully. 

Was there a secret class in school that I didn't know about?

"Sam."

He asks if I'm ready.

"Oh, Sam."

I nod aggressively. 

"Sam please."

He thrusts straight into me. 

"Sam."

He continues to torture me.

"Y/N."

He starts the noises. 

"Sam."

I reciprocate. 

"Sam!"

My mouth was closed.

"Y/N you there?"

So was his. 

Too quickly for us to move, the door to him room slams open before we can make it less obvious that we were fucking. Luckily the sheet covered us but no fabric could cover the gasps we made that didn't help our case at all. 

"Mike! Get the hell out man! Can't you knock?"