Waking up is an event for Sam, this morning specifically. The sight he is greeted with upon peeling his eyes open is a shock and he nearly flinches back harshly in instinct, Spencer's slack, relaxed face is only inches from his own. The man is asleep, breathing steady and calm, lips slightly parted and his eyelids flickering with occasional movements of his eyeballs. He would have moved back in his surprise if not for the firm, heavy weight of an arm around his waist.

Spencer has him held close to the taller's body, close enough to have their legs tangled up and for Sam to feel an unrelenting, thick thigh settled between his own. He flushes brightly, processing that if he moves just right he could feel the brush of something hard and thick against his thigh that definitely isn't a leg or hand. He sits still, afraid to shift in case he nudges the tented bulge Spencer's sweats are holding, not wanting to poke that bear yet. Spencer is experienced and occasionally lewd out-loud, although Sam is very much aware the man holds himself back from being too sexual.

The baker just isn't ready for that, nervous and scared about doing anything sexual. He doesn't want to embarrass himself, do something bad and make Spencer upset. Sam is aware of how sex works, for both genders, but he doesn't have experience. Only having sex exactly once, the act was okay and he was sore afterwards, but it wasn't something he craved to do again.

Charlie had reassured him that not everyone has high sex drives or even interested in the action, also admitted that he could have given a bad performance. Something about him normally bottoming and not liking topping as much, but saying it was a good introduction to the sexual world; careful and completely innocent for a virgin. Sam didn't think he'd be interested in sex again, comsidering he doesn't think about it or believe it matters in the long run of his life.

Yet now, as he watches Spencer, feels the warm temperature coming from the man, the nudge of the tented sweats and the weight of the heavy arm on his side; he acknowledges the new thoughts in his head. What would it be like to have sex with Spencer? Would he be gentle or rough? Hold me tightly like he always does? Or even be as soft in his kisses? Sam flushes at these thoughts, as relatively childish as they are. He finds himself curious and anxious as he thinks, wondering vaguely if the bulge he feels is as big as it seems. Charlie advised not to expect the same size as him, or Sam, when it comes to sex with other men. Said everyone is different, penis' aren't the same on others; a fact Sam already knew.

Suddenly, Spencer shifts in his sleep, leg pushing up further between the younger man's thighs, arm pulling Sam even closer. Now, flushed together without a single gap between them, Sam gulps at the rather large... limb pressing tightly along his hip. Definitely not like Charlie.

Attempting to distract himself, he determinedly focuses on the mans' face rather than below his hips. It's a complete opposite sight then the rigid tent under the blankets, Spencer's face is relaxed, content to hold Sam his arms and sleep the morning away. Absently the younger man notices he is laid out on one side of a large, soft bed in a light brown painted room. The color theme is the same as his apartment, revealing it's pre-painted and Spencer hadn't bothered to repaint.

The thick comforter is a deep black with gray sheets, soft and smelling of the natural musk and earthy scents of the man and his body wash. Strangely, Sam feels safe and protected. He is completely surrounded by Spencer, held in his arms and in his bed, buried in his scent and wearing his clothes. Never has the boy felt such a strong sense of security. A snort makes his body jerk, unsuspecting of anything in the room up until now. Spencer's amber eyes are still firmly shut, breaths even and steady; asleep, deeply so.

Peeking his eyes over his boyfriend's shoulders, Sam lightly rests his head on the firm muscle to look over. At the side of the bed, three heads rest on the edge to stare up at Spencer's back, each with pouting ears that perk up at the sight of a human awake. Sam quietly giggles to himself, finding the picture of his dogs adorable.

He doesn't remember falling asleep last night, only laying cuddled up between Spencer's legs, but he recalls being carried and a deep voice demanding a night alone with him. Spencer probably laid down in bed with Sam and had to refuse the dogs up on the mattress with them. He'll need to leave soon to get them breakfast and ready for his classes. It's Tuesday and his class is later than usual.

He shifts away from Spencer, the arm curled on his waist nearly falls off him as he moves, but is quickly replaced and pulls him back down. He shouts, shocked as he's once again pressed flush to Spencer's chest. The man grunts, sighs, then cuddles into the bakers' hair, at ease once again. Sam laughs, snuggling closer into the firm chest and sighing contently. This is nice, I really like this. For a moment, he stays hugged to Spencer, enjoying the peaceful silence and the pattern of breathing. However, he needs to get ready and feed the dogs. Only, moving to slide away gains him being held onto tighter each time. The arm on his side curls until Sam is trapped in a chain of arms and legs, muscles and heartbeats, and the soothing rhythm of his boyfriend living.

The third time this happens, he whines and lightly pokes at Spencer's nipple earning the mans' lips tugging into a smirk and suddenly being on his back from the unexpected roll of the larger body. He blushes, squirming underneath the man and quickly pausing when he realizes how they're laid out now. With the youtuber on top, hips connected and his long legs stretched out as he lays between Sam's legs.

The bulge Sam had pondered about is snuggly nuzzled along his own crotch, still just as stiff and unyielding. His throat is being nosed at, Spencer softly dragging the tip of his nose and his lips over the skin on his veins. The man sighs, body losing any tension as muscles go slack and the weight over the smaller man increases. He isn't complaining, learning he very much enjoys being stuck under Spencer. It's comforting, being absolutely surrounded so closely by him.

"Spencer!" Sam whines, hands pushing gently at the man's waist in a weak attempt to push him up.

His boyfriend grunts, unmoving, but his lips curl into a smirk against his throat. "What's the rush, Baby? Can't you just lay here and be my pretty little pillow?"

Sam shivers at the sleep rough, gravelly voice in his ear. Stomach filling with a fuzzy, fluttering sensation that he hasn't encountered before. Large hands slide under the hoodie at his waist and he jerks slightly at the scalding heat of them against his bare, cool skin. It seems Spencer is constantly at a searing, lava temperature while Sam's body is a low chill; one cold blooded, the other hot blooded. Sam loves it, he's nearly always chilly or cold, and he has grown to adore hugging or touching Spencer because of the heat he gives off.

However, he shakes his head with a chuckle and gives another tiny push. "I got class, Spencer. I need to get ready!"

He earns another grunt, a kiss being placed at his ear lobe before the redhead lifts up slightly to look down at him. A playful pout is on the fluffy lips, amber eyes dark as the man stares at him. " Awe, babe, you think you're going over there for class." At the confused furrow of Sam's eyebrows, he continues with a smug smirk. "Nah, Imma grab your laptop and stuff. Then you're gonna sit your gorgeous ass in my kitchen and do anything you need to."

"But- all the tools and ingredients I need are at home!" The puppy boy argues, suddenly concerned about how he'll do his class.

Kissing softly at Sam's lips, Spencer smiles calmly, a hand coming to caress his boys' cheek and jaw. "Sweetie, it's okay. I'll grab whatever you need, be your assistant today. Just tell me and I'll run over there. I promise, nothing will go wrong. I know the difference between shit, I can do that for you."

Not entirely convinced, Sam opens his lips to try and fight this, but he's interrupted. Sternly, even demandingly, Spencer speaks over his start of a sentence. "Sammy, you're staying here today and tonight. You're not leaving until work or tomorrow morning. Don't argue with me. I just want you around me and to be comfortable here. You understand?"

Slowly, biting at his bottom lip, Sam nods. Uncertain if this is bad or something relatively normal. The tone had intimidated him, a jolt in his gut confusing him momentarily as it wasn't from fear or anger. Rather anticipation and excitement. This makes him eager, for what he isn't positive. That tone and how insistent his boyfriend is to keep Sam in his apartment, makes him strangely fuzzy inside. This can't be normal, can it? He should be upset or fight more against this, having someone demand he stay where he originally went to leave is borderline kidnap. He is choosing to stay, but only because Spencer isn't giving him many options to do otherwise. "I understand. You want me to get used to being here, right?"

"Yea, baby. You let me in your home everyday, I just want you to feel the same comfort here. So, you are staying."

Smiling, Sam presses a shy kiss to the man's lips. "Okay. I'll stay here again."

"Good boy, pup." Spencer grins, petting his hair back from his eyes.

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Luckily for Spencer, Sam's class is simple this morning and doesn't require too many ingredients or utensils. The man was able to prepare the dogs food and allowed them to eat in his living room, grabbed whatever Sam listed off that he needed and sat down to watch him throughout his class. Without permission, he greeted and introduced himself to Sam's teacher, who seemed surprised to see another person and Sam's new surroundings.

The woman smiled, continuing a conversation with Spencer while waiting for the online classroom to fill. Sam flushed in embarrassment, unaware that the whole unneeded introduction is Spencer pushing himself further into aspects of his life. The man doesn't necessarily care about what the professor says or teaches, only that she now knows of him, knows he is dating Sam and will likely pass it onto whoever she speaks with.

Sam is a quiet student, doing as told and not causing attention to himself. The professor doesn't know about his personal life, this means she may share her shock that's he gay and in a relationship with other teachers. A fact Spencer is relying on, eager to claim and make others aware the baker is owned and off limits. This is proved during another class only an hour or two later, this time the male teacher playfully teases Sam until he pulls Spencer in front of the camera to show the professor.

At the sight of a man on screen, Spencer curls around Sam and kisses any patch of skin he can reach, laughing at the weak whines of protest from Sam while doing so with his teacher watching. The youtuber doesn't care for woman looking at or speaking to Sam, his boy is gay and only attracted to men. Which is why the male professor gains such a possessive reaction from him, eager to show said man his student isn't single.

Sam scolds his boyfriend for such actions on camera, but quickly lets it go when he's kissed senseless. Spencer gives out an apology, one he doesn't mean, one Sam knows isn't real and only a playful tease. They get through the short list of classes without further incidents, Spencer sits and watches without interrupting again. Merley tracing Sam's moves or body with dark eyes and letting his mind wander to dark corners. Afterwards, the man finally allows Sam to run home to change into his work clothes, going into the bakery earlier to start on his new project.

Spencer lets the dogs stay in his home, knowing he'll be back and wanting them to learn to be home with him. He walks Sam to work, holding the boys' small hand and keeping him close. Making certain his puppy walks closer to the fence or buildings, keeping him away from the road and curbs. Sam gushes about how he plans to prepare this massive cake and who is helping him, planning to ask a coworker that has been working with him for years now.

Spencer is told how this coworker is nice and doesn't bother Sam too much, only smiling and greeting him everyday. His boy doesn't seem to know this person well, but feels comfortable enough to ask and trust to help. It isn't until he walks into the shop with Sam, that he realizes this coworker is a man. A young man, possibly the same age as Sam, with black hair and a piercing at the bridge of his nose, between his dark, lavender hued eyes.

The boy smiles at the two of them, a polite greeting coming from his lips in a rough, smoker voice. "Hey, good morning."

Sam smiles, stopping at the glass counter and startling slightly when Spencer abruptly presses against his back, arms sliding around his waist and resting his chin on a shoulder. His coworker glances at the piercing amber eyes, snapping his own eyeballs back to Sam as he sees the glare he is getting. Sam doesn't notice, growing used to Spencer being touchy and clingy. "Hi, Robin. I wanted to ask you a favor, if that's okay."

The man appears to be surprised for a moment, Sam understands. They don't interact, with the exception of good morning or good night. Yet he knows Robin better than the other workers, more comfortable with him since they at least have a decent pattern going everyday. Robin gives another glance at Spencer, but nods. "What is it?"

"Do you think you could help me on that big project? The five tiered cake?" Sam leans back into his boyfriend's chest, smiling at the kiss to his temple, unseeing of the possessiveness in the action that Robin does.

The young man hesitates, eyes flickering from his coworker to the man's new boyfriend. The glare in the large man's eyes increases and he quickly nods, "Yeah! Sure, I'd be happy to help!"

Sam grins, "Thank you so much! It'll make us really busy, so we better start now to make sure we can get everything done." He turns to hug Spencer and give him a quick, excited kiss. "You're picking me up, right?"

"Of course I am, baby. I'll be here earlier, don't rush to get done. Take your time, I can wait." The youtuber smiles softly at his puppy, kissing his head, adding. "Be careful."

Sam nods, squeezing his boyfriend before running off into the kitchen to gather his supplies. Immediately, Robin is snatched by his shirt collar and pulled over the counter harshly, met with the hard eyes of the man. He tries to lean back, stuttering. "Wh- Man what-"

"Keep your fucking hands to yourself, don't even accidentally touch him. I'll bash your fucking head in if you do. No looking him in the eyes, keep your damn eyes on the floor or something, not on him." he gives a rough shake, startling the frightened young man even more. "Understood?"

"Yea- Yes, Sir!" the worker sighs out shakily when he's thrown away from the counter, watching shell shocked as the tall redhead leaves through the glass door after one last hard glare. "Holy shit."