There was no way that Emily could actually do this to him on purpose. She probably just forgot. Sam was stressed out as today was the day that their mom had reserved the two siblings a spot at the painting class. Sam had been wanting to hang out and get closer to Emily so his mom suggested taking a painting class together. Sam thought it was a fun idea and quickly agreed.
He had no clue that Emily would forget and take the car as well, not that he could even drive, but still. Sam would just have to go to the painting thing alone. He didn’t really have anyone that he thought would want to go. His mom was sleeping and he didn’t want to bother her so he was stuck at home unless he could find a ride. Who did he know that had a car? Treyvon! Maybe Treyvon would want to attend the painting class with him.
-Treyvon can you please do me a favor and take me to my painting class. Emily forgot and can’t take me anymore. If you want you could even take Emily’s place. We were supposed to do it together. (*^▽^*)
-Sure! Painting sounds fun, just a warning I absolutely suck. What time should I come?
Sam sent Treyvon the details and quietly squealed in excitement to Mr. Buttons. He finally was getting to hang out with Treyvon doing something other than tutoring or basketball. Today was going to be a good day, he could sense it.
Treyvon was wearing some ripped jeans, and a short sleeved shirt. Hopefully they weren’t too important to him as Sam would feel really bad if they got ruined by paint. Sam himself was wearing a baggy t-shirt that his mom gave him from her work. It was one of the extras that was a large, so it was really baggy on him. He also wore some of his less cherished leggings, that he didn’t care if they got ruined or not. He was also wearing flip flops which he thought was pretty clever, because if his feet got dirty then he could just wipe them off. IQ level=100,000,000.
Sam also couldn’t help but notice Treyvon’s necklace. He wondered if he always wore it or if it was a one time thing. Treyvon caught Sam staring and grabbed the charm with his hand, “Is it new?”
“Nah I just have to take it off for basketball so you probably didn’t notice it the other times when I was wearing it. You like it?” Sammie nodded enthusiastically, he thought it was really pretty and it probably cost a fortune.
“It’s really pretty” The necklace was a thick rope chain that was diamond cut with a charm on it. The charm was a rectangle with Treyvon’s initials engraved into it.
“Thanks. My parents got them made for all of us. Mine has T.B since Tamara already has the T and my momma said she didn’t want us to fight over whose was whose” Sam was a little jealous. His family didn’t really have anything like that. They didn’t even really see each other.
Sam’s mom made dinner, left it in the fridge, and then left for work right around 4 o’clock. She came home after Sam was already asleep so They don’t really get to see each other, and Sam didn’t feel like he had the right to complain. She worked hard to provide for them.
Sam couldn’t help his excitement as they pulled into the art studio. He’s never done anything like this before and he doubts that he’ll be any good, but sometimes it’s nice to try new things. As the rest of the people got to the place and started filling up the room, the two boys started quickly realizing that they were the odd balls out. Almost all of the other attendees were middle aged women who looked like they bought those home decor signs with saying like ‘It’s wine o’clock’.
Sam giggled as all of the women gawked at Treyvon’s height. He felt the exact same way sometimes. Treyvon was so tall that he had to duck when he went through doorways. Treyvon was used to people staring at him or constantly asking his height so he didn’t really mind. He just found it amusing.
“Hello everyone, thank you for coming today…” The instructor introduced themselves and then gave a quick summary of the plans for the day. She gave some quick directions and soon they were free to get started.
The instructor explained that they were supposed to be doing portraits of their partner which Sam wasn’t too sure how he felt about that. He couldn’t even draw to begin with, and now they were asking him to try and draw a person. Not only that, but a person who he knew and who could easily beat him up to death if he was offended by Sam's terrible art skills.
Sam didn’t panic for long when he realised that Treyvon was just as bad at painting as he was and wasn’t really taking this class super seriously, “Okay I think I’ll use this color for your skin”
Sam glared at him while Treyvon snickered. Treyvon picked out the plain white paint. Sam knew that he was pale, but he wasn’t that pasty. If Treyvon wanted to play dirty then so would he. Sam made sure to draw Treyvon’s head comically large compared to his shoulders. Their easels were facing away from each other so they couldn’t see what they were drawing, but Treyvon really wished he could see what was making Sammie laugh so hard.
“Hey, what are you laughing so hard about? You better not be doing me dirty, Sammie!” Treyvon warned Sam who looked at him with false innocence.
They quickly got into the groove and were focusing really hard when Treyvon laughed at the sight of blue paint on the top of Sammie’s head. Sam gave him a questioning stare, “You have paint on the top of your head”
Sam frowned and grabbed a paper towel which he tried to wipe the paint off with, but what he failed to realize was that he grabbed the paper towel that he would wipe his hands off with when he got paint on them. So instead of getting the small amount of blue paint off of his head, he just smeared other colors of paint all over his head. They really stood out against his blonde hair, and Sam was so confused by Treyvon’s inability to stop laughing. Treyvon started crying and gasping and Sam kept shaking Treyvon’s arm and asking him what was wrong.
Eventually Treyvon calmed down enough to snap a picture of the top of Sam’s head. He showed it to Sam who pouted and glared at Treyvon for laughing at him.
“Hey, don’t be mad at me. I’m not the one who rubbed paint all over your head” Sam just let out a hmph, ignoring Treyvon’s rationale, “Don’t pout Sammie. I can’t lie and say that it’s not cute, cause it is, but I think you look much cuter with a smile”
Sam blushed and shyly smiled at Treyvon who grinned in return, “You think I’m cute?”
“Of course, you’re the cutest person I know” Sam just blushed harder and hid behind his canvas. How could Treyvon say things like this so nonchalantly?
“Thanks,” Sam squeaked out from behind the canvas and Treyvon chuckled. He wasn’t sure why he thought that Sammie was so cute, but he just was. How could he lie about it? He was even more confused on why he wants to hug Sammie, and even kiss his little cheeks at times. He should be more worried about wanting to do that than he actually is.
Treyvon never thought that he might be gay, and he’s never really found himslef sttracted to the opposite sex, but something about Sammie just made him question everything. He’d tried to deny his feelings, but he couldn’t hide from them. At this point he was kind of tired of hiding from them. All he could do at this point was try to charm the pants off of Sammy and hope that the shy boy would give him a chance.
Sam would probably never go for someone like him, he probably likes guys who were more down to earth and quiet. Just when he was about to call off his quest, Sam did something that completely inspired him again, “I think you’re cute too”
Treyvon almost thought that he was dreaming, but the blush on Sam’s face proved that the words actually left his mouth. No one could rip the smile off of Treyvon’s mouth. Even when the instructor told them that their time to paint was up and it was time to show their partner.
Sam didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the sight of what Treyvon drew. Treyvon just straight up burst into laughter at Sammie’s drawing of him. Treyvon pretty much drew the ghost version of Sam with a smiley face on it.
“Sammie, you jerk! My head is not nearly that big” Sam giggled as Treyvon started tickling him. The two of them left the building in high spirits and headed back to Sammie’s house.
It was already 4:30, so it wasn’t surprising that the house was empty. No one was usually here anyways. Emily was usually at Nick’s house or with one of her friend’s. Sam invited Treyvon inside to get cleaned off and then hang out after. Sam tried to find things that Treyvon could fit, but there weren’t that many options. While one of Sam’s oversized pajama shirts might fit Treyvon, there wasn’t anything for him to wear in the pants department. Sam relayed the information and Treyvon just shrugged.
“I kind of figured that. If you don’t mind I could just hang out in one of your shirts and my boxers. You could totally say no. I just don’t want to get paint everywhere” Sam agreed shyly and scurried off with Treyvon’s dirty clothes and put them in the wash. He then took a quick shower in his mom’s shower.
He got dressed and then went to go wait in his room for Treyvon to get out of the shower. He didn’t have to wait long before Treyvon stepped out of the shower with one of the shirts that was huge on Sam, but it looked like it fit normally on Treyvon. Sam blushed but he couldn’t help but notice that Treyvon was well endowed as he glanced at his boxers.
“Hey so what do you wanna do now? Watch a movie?” Sam nodded and patted the spot next to him on his bed. Treyvon jumped on the bed and pulled a familiar figure out from underneath him. Sam’s eyes widened and he glared at Treyvon before ripping Mr. Buttons out of his hands. Sam coddled Mr. Buttons and held him to his chest as the movie started.
Treyvon wanted to scream at how adorable Sammie’s actions were. He couldn’t handle it anymore and decided that Sammie would be his little teddy bear for the time being. He put his arm over Sam and pulled him into his side. Sam squeaked but settled further into Treyvon’s body.
Sam giggled a little as Treyvon’s hand glided up and down his side, but eventually he got used to the motion and just found it comforting rather than ticklish. Sam glanced up at Treyvon and was surprised to find him already looking at him. Sam’s eyes widened and before he knew it, Treyvon was kissing him. Treyvon was kissing him! Sam tried to reciprocate the kiss as best as he could, but it was his first time kissing anyone.
Treyvon pulled away first, “Sorry, I just couldn’t help myself anymore. You’re so cute, and I just want to hold you and keep you all to myself. I wanna kiss you, but I understand if you don’t feel the same way”
Sam shook his head and hugged Treyvon, squeezing him as tight as he could, “I like you too”
Treyvon grinned as big as the cheshire cat, and leaned down for another kiss. He could admit that Sammie wasn’t necessarily the best kisser, but he certainly wasn’t bad at it. Sammie blushed and explained quietly, “Sorry I’m bad at kissing. That kiss was my first one”
“That’s okay baby, it just means that we have to practice more” Treyvon whispered sweetly to Sammie who jumped a little as Treyvon moved him so that he was sitting on Treyvon’s lap.
“Corny” Sam accused Treyvon who scoffed before resting his hands on Sam’s hips. He loved how small Sam was in his arms and wanted to squeeze the boy to death. Instead he just settled for kissing him to death.
Sam gasped as Treyvon started sucking at his neck. He didn’t know what to do, but he couldn’t let Treyvon do all the work. He started reciprocating Treyvon’s attention and soon the two of them were a panting mess with swollen lips. Sam felt like he was a much better kisser by the time that Treyvon’s clothes came out of the dryer.
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