Reread Summer Sons today and I just.
The inherent tragedy in realizing that someone loved you more than anything else only after they're gone?
The realization that you loved them back and were just too stupid to see it?
Holding on and refusing to let go because you're trying to make up for everything you missed when it was all right in front of you??
Finally seeing a better way and letting go?
While feeling like you're betraying the love of your life just by daring to be happy in a world without them????
Lee Mandelo who hurt you. I want to hurt you. Do you see you hurt me??????
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“You like my stupid fucking words,” Andrew taunts, slathering Sam’s stubbly chin with sloppy kisses and bites. “Admit it. You want to be wooed with pretty words.”
“Hmph.”
The sound is disgruntled but Andrew can feel Sam’s smile, so he pulls back to look at it.
Absolutely devastating. Dripping with a lascivious tenderness. Melted at the edges. Wide and beaming.
Beautiful. All for Andrew.
He kisses that smile, his hands coming up to cup Sam’s face, their tongues dragging together with a loud scratch. “Take me to bed,” he mumbles into Sam’s mouth.
Sam deepens the kiss, licking over the inside of Andrew’s cheeks, and shoves his hand down Andrew’s pants, clutching at his ass and yanking the muscle to the side so that his hole is exposed and pulled tight.
Andrew absolutely hates the wrecked sound that bursts out of him, one which he will probably be teased endlessly about, but any shame is pushed to the back of his mind as his cock takes precedence, throbbing and leaking and very much loving this turn of direction, the hot pulse within it seeming to say to Andrew more ask him for more make sure he is buried in so deep he can’t leave.
His head spins as Sam starts to walk him backwards and then it goes blank as Sam drawls, “Sure thing, darlin’.”
For a moment Andrew is sure Sam heard his thoughts, but then it occurs to him that Sam is replying to his request to be taken to bed, and he shudders a bit in relief, happily letting himself be moved where Sam wants him and reveling in the wicked curl of satisfaction at being called darlin’ which isn’t something he ever thought he would like, but he’s pretty sure Sam could call him anything in that sweet, thick, rolling accent of his and he would love it.
The bed hits the back of Andrew’s knees with a soft touch and they both pause, Sam focused on kissing Andrew so deep and fast that his lungs scream and strain and nearly burst.
He rips his mouth away from Sam’s to get a breath and shivers as Sam moves to his neck, the hand still on his ass digging harder into the curve and brushing lightly over his entrance. The scream in his lung breaks free a little bit, dry and cracked and all too revealing.
Sam chuckles. “Not even wearing underwear. And you’re begging for me to take you. Been wanting this for a long time, huh?”
Andrew squirms and pinches at Sam’s bicep then decides to wrap his fingers around it because it’s really nice and firm and soft.
“Am I right? You been wanting this? Planned for this?”
“Didn’t I already tell you that?”
Sam hums. “Maybe I take back what I said. Maybe I wanna hear it again. C’mon, princess, say it. For me."
Andrew practically growls in response, even as his body turns liquid in Sam’s hold, pliant and open in ways he has never wanted himself to be before, but with someone like this–with Sam Halse who is a death wish wrapped in a body and has a sharp mouth and hands curled into fists to protect the softness of his palms and who is someone that wouldn’t ever rip Andrew open and leave him empty but someone who will help Andrew unleash himself and slip into his skin to make a home, well, Andrew can want to be pliant and open with him.
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the thing about summer sons is I was that kid. I was at sam halse's parties, I was in the party basement, I was at the bonfire. I watched the crowd change from good ol' boys to trouble, friends turn to strangers, and wondered how the fuck it all went so wrong. I saw poor kids scrape life together with drugs and alcohol and each other, listened to the bigotry waving in rebel flags and on the surface of jokes and off handed comments.
and now I'm an adult, and we didn't all make it out alive. But I am, and I'm queer.
I'm queer, and I'm here.
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andrew blur was the unbelievably repressed, disastrously unable to let go, not checking his email, failing school, living in the past, completely confused and unsure, unemployed, letting his relationships rot and decay representation i needed actually
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