"Hey Eli?" Sam calls from inside his dressing room and I sigh, sliding my phone back into my pocket.

"Yeah?" I ask glumly, very aware of just how long we've been in this store. Sam is adamant that he needs new jeans, shirts, trainers, just about anything he can get his hands on. Student loans are a marvellous thing.

"What do you think?" He asks as I glance upwards.

I draw in an unsteady breath as I take in his appearance. His jeans fit his legs perfectly, as well as other places that I try and refrain from staring at. The shirt clings to his torso, accentuating his biceps. The outfit is simple and understated, but it should be illegal to look that good.

He frowns at my expression, looking back in the mirror as he starts to overthink.

I exhale quickly, uncomfortably shifting in the chair I'm sat in as I try and divert my thoughts from the impure path they were happily following. It's all too easy to think about the things I'd like to do to Sam, especially in those jeans.

"You can't buy those." I state, leaning back in the chair as I shake my head.

"Why not?" He demands unhappily. I smile at the idea that maybe he thinks he looks anything other than flawless.

"You just can't." I insist.

"Don't they look good?" He asks, turning to face me again.

"Everything looks good on you." I argue and he raises an expectant eyebrow.

"But?"

"They look great but..."

"Awesome! I'm getting them!" He chirps, interrupting me as he swishes the door closed again. I groan into my hands, laughing slightly at his attitude.

A few minutes later he emerges again and heads over to pay, trailing me behind him as he goes. I frown to myself the entire way out of the store and Sam laughs at me.

"Why are you so frowny? I'm sorry it took so long but we can go now." He insists, glancing at his watch but I shake my head.

"I don't mind." I murmur, catching his hand and intertwining our fingers together. My other hand is clutching the several bags of purchases that Sam deemed necessary.

"Okay." He mumbles but doesn't sound convinced.

_

Waiting outside the lecture theatre for Sam, I impatiently tap my fingers against the wall behind me. I hadn't had the chance to see him this morning because I had an early mock-exam, so I find that I'm extra impatient to see him now.

The door clatters open and the predictable stream of students pours out. I straighten up a little, using my height to peer over the crowd.

I swallow harshly as I notice Sam. He's wearing those damn jeans and a shirt that fits him even better than yesterdays. Where did he even find that? It's like he's trying to drive me crazy.

My gaze is absolutely fixated, I couldn't look away if I tried and when he meets my eyes, I smile widely. He waves towards his friend and makes his way over. He appears happy to see me, and if I didn't know him quite as well as I do, then I wouldn't be suspicious in the slightest.

But I do know him and more importantly, I know that glint in his eye. I know that sly, crooked smile. He's playing me, he wants something from me and he's playing dirty to get it.

I'm not sure if he's aware, but I'd do anything he asks of me in a heartbeat, so why he thinks he needs to trick me into giving him whatever he wants is beyond me. I can't deny him anything.

Although in this case, I might make an exception.

"Hey, how was your lecture?" I ask, standing slightly taller now. He pouts slightly when I don't lean down for our usual greeting.

"It was okay, how did your exam go?" He asks, sliding his hand into mine as we walk towards home.

"It was good, better than I expected. You're wearing your new jeans." I comment and he smiles knowingly.

"Yep, you like 'em?" He asks and I laugh internally.

"I like them a whole lot better off than on," I comment truthfully, watching as Sam's eyes widen at the innuendo.

"I mean, they looked a lot nicer on the hanger, different colour I think, although they still look ok." I continue innocently, now lying through my teeth and watch as Sam's smile lessens.

"Uh huh." He mutters as I swing our interlocked hands happily. I feel guilty about lying, but I know what he's trying to do and I refuse to be part of his game.

We get to our door and Sam fishes out his keys, opening the door and stepping in.

"Ah shit." He murmurs, as his keys clatter to the ground. He bends down to retrieve them and I groan quietly, slamming the door behind me. There's only so much a man can take.

Sam stands up, turning to face me with a puzzled expression. As soon as he does I take the opportunity to push him against the wall, our faces only inches apart.

My hand snakes up his body, nestling my fingers into his hair as he watches me with wide, surprised eyes.

"You drive me crazy." I mumble as I mould my mouth to his, kissing him with all the pent up sexual frustration I can muster. Sam doesn't seem to mind at all, a low, guttural moan escaping him as he kisses me back just as single-mindedly. He presses against me, every single plane of his perfect body in alignment with mine but I clutch him closer, still not satisfied.

He pulls away, his head falling back against my hand to lean against the wall. My lips wander down his jaw and gently suck against his neck, smiling against his skin as his breathy moans fill the hallway. His hand comes to rest against the back of my head, cradling it as he encourages me to continue and I do so with pleasure. Eventually his hand pulls me back up, his eyes set on one thing and one thing only as he guides my lips back to his.

He sighs softly as our lips move more slowly now, a more controlled and loving kiss which in my book, is just as good. Sam could offer me nothing but eskimo kisses for the rest of his life and I'd still die a happy man.

"Eli?" A voice chirps up and I reluctantly pull away from Sam, vaguely puzzled as to who is saying my name when the only other person here has very preoccupied lips. I'm not exactly thinking about it too much, most of my mind still with the boy in front of me.

I turn my head to spot a very excitable, if slightly awkward looking Robin.

"Hey Robin." I greet politely, before turning back to Sam and giving him one last kiss.

"Elias!" Sam hisses, his cheeks a vibrant hue of red. He's trying to sound angry, although he looks more dazed than anything else.

"Is it weird that that turned me on?" Robin asks and I burst into laughter as Sam's cheeks turn darker by the second.

"Yes, very." Sam mutters, slinking into my side as he attempts to hide from our friend.

"I wouldn't have taken you for a fan of PDA, Eli." Robin muses, making her way into the living room. I follow her, tugging a reluctant Sam behind me.

"I'm not." I admit as Sam gives me a look of disagreement.

"I didn't take you for a fan of breaking and entering." I shoot back, smiling slyly as Robin looks bashful.

"I'm not breaking and entering, Sam let me in this morning!" She claims and he nods guiltily.

"You could have mentioned that before I tackled you." I mutter and he laughs.

"No way, then you wouldn't have tackled me." He says, grinning to himself. Stupid conniving boyfriend.

"So, last time we spoke, Sam was with another guy and you were the saddest I've ever heard you, which by the way is just downright depressing because you're not exactly a cheerful guy, Eli. What the hell happened?" She asks. I decide to skip over the slight insult to my temperament as she does have a point.

"Wait, what? How sad?" Sam demands, watching Robin unhappily and I sigh.

Of course Sam wouldn't be able to skip over that part.

"I was fine." I ground out, giving Robin the evil eye as I rub comforting circles against Sam's back. He shoots me a look as if to say 'we're talking about this later' but reluctantly lets it go.

"Sam broke up with that guy." I explain and Robin nods slowly, still looking just as confused.

"He wasn't you," Sam chips in, shrugging, "Plus, he was horrible about you." He continues and I grimace at the memory.

"Yeah, I know." I mutter. Sam's face falls, clearly not aware that I knew.

"Okay, so what next?" Robin quizzes.

"Then Eli ended up in hospital and we argued..." Sam explains as Robins eyes widen considerably.

"Why were you in hospital?! Why didn't you call me or Ash?" She exclaims, furious at the exclusion.

"It really wasn't anything serious." I murmur, attempting to soothe her. Sam clearly doesn't get the memo.

"Yes, it was, Eli! You broke your wrist and had a concussion." He argues as I stare at him in disbelief.

"She didn't need to know that!" I hiss, "And besides, you broke your wrist too!" I retort, watching as Robin massages her temples despairingly.

"What next? Quickly, before my head explodes." She grumbles, opening her eyes to glare at us.

"We were arguing, I said that Eli doesn't love anyone and he proved me wrong." Sam mumbles, his fingers interlocking with mine.

Robin's expression melts and she watches our hands with adoring eyes.

"And then you kissed?!" She squeals and I laugh.

"No, Sam didn't say anything and I got high on morphine." I utter and Robins expression falls into a face of expectant dismay. She looks simultaneously disappointed and disbelieving.

"How? How do you two manage to dance around this so much without colliding? I just don't understand." She moans, shaking her head at us.

I decide to speed things up for her, leaving out some of the more revealing details.

"Well, when I got home from hospital we talked everything out, he inadvertently admitted his feelings and a few weeks ago, I asked him to be my boyfriend." I finish quickly. Robin looks between us warily.

"Just like that?" She asks and I scoff.

"No, nothing we do is ever that simple. I'm making this more bearable for you by skipping to the important parts." I explain and she nods. As if everything is just sinking in, she suddenly grins manically, her eyes shining.

"Oh, I'm so happy for you, Eli!" She squeals, stamping her little feet on the floor.

"What about me?!" Sam asks indignantly.

"Oh hush, I've known about your little crush for years and I knew Eli would come around eventually. I tell you, when I got that call I just about fainted with excitement." She blabbers.

"What call?" Sam asks.

"When Eli finally figured out that he was in love with you." Robin says obviously as Sam swivels around to face me expectantly.

"It's a long story." I mumble, watching as he nods. Another thing I'll have to explain at a later date.

"Well, I was actually down here to visit an old friend this afternoon, so I better run. I'm so glad that everything worked out for you, Eli." Robin says with a warm smile and I get up to hug her.

"Thanks for being there." I mumble and she waves it off. We walk her to the door and she hugs Sam, whispering something in his ear as she does. She catches my eye and winks. No doubt it's something cryptic and puzzling.

She waves and I close the door with a sigh, my eyes wandering back to Sam's appearance as my mind wanders back to our activities prior to Robin's arrival.

He shoots me a sly smile and I shake my head.

"I know what you're doing." I accuse and he grins.

"What am I doing?" He asks coyly, stepping back towards the hall that I had had him pressed up against only a half hour ago.

"Talking too much." I exhale, crashing our lips together once more.