[fic] Another One Bites the Dust.
✰ Wildly Inappropriate!Sam for autophoenix , requested at this meme, which I’m still taking requests for.
✰ The one where an uncomfortable meal makes Sam turn to a little too much alcohol, followed by inappropriate displays of affection.
✰ Claire is autophoenix , Sylar is intuitivelyapt and Peter is gota2ndchance , who are all used with love and permission. Although, please feel free to let me know if you are unhappy with the way I have written them.
✰ Word count: 1184
It was the day after Claire had tried to beat Sylar in a sex war, but Sam wouldn’t stand for that and had rolled over to go back to sleep instead, and the four of them were out at a restaurant in SoHo for dinner. They were seated in a red booth, the kind with the plastic-like material that makes someone sound like their farting every time they move just an inch, with Claire and Sam on one side and Sylar and Peter on the other.
Sylar was looking at Claire with a very smug and triumphant smile plastered on his face, he had every intention of rubbing his victory in Claire’s face, and had done so all day. Claire was looking at Peter, glaring at him with a silent warning to behave and be nice to Sam. Peter was looking at Sam, trying to ignore Claire while he gave Sam a very stern and judgmental look, one that assured Sam he was watching his every move. Sam was looking down at his menu, pretending to look at the options intensely and be very interested in the lasagna they were offering. It was a very awkward gathering.
The waiter came over to the table and asked if they were ready to order some drinks first. “I’ll take a beer,” Sam responded quickly, finally pulling his eyes away from the menu to look up at the waiter with a pleading look. He was obviously desperate for a drink. The others ordered their drinks and the waiter left the table. Sam looked over at Peter and gave him a warm smile, but it was only returned with a cold grimace, so he quickly returned to his intense staring at the menu instead.
An hour passed full of awkward conversation and more stern looks from Peter. Sam had tried to initiate conversation with Peter, but all he got in return were one word answers or catty remarks, which had been returned by a hard kick to the shin from Claire.
By the time their meals came, Sam had already demolished six beers and was well into his seventh. Sam couldn’t hold his alcohol very well. There were a couple of instances in college where a night full of tequila had ended very badly, so, apart from the casual beer or two every now and then, he didn’t drink much. When Dean went to Hell, he turned to alcohol to hide his pain and it didn’t take him long before he became legless.
He looked up to Peter and Sylar with a big, goofy grin, swaying slightly from the small movements he made. “Man. this looks delicious!” He dug into his lasagna, making very loud satisfied moans as he did so. Sylar chuckled softly, obviously enjoying the show Sam was putting on for them, and Peter watched him in disgust.
Claire moved her hand to Sam’s knee softly and leaned in close to talk to him with a quiet voice, “Sam, do you want to maybe tone it down a little?” It took Sam a moment before he registered that someone was speaking to him. He turned his head slowly and regarded Claire like as if he was seeing her for the first time that night.
“Claire! You’re the best.” He leaned down to kiss her, a little too passionately to be an acceptable kiss in public and in front of their company. Claire had kissed him back at first, but as he continued to deepen the kiss, she moved her hands to his shoulders to try to push him back, peeking an eye open to check Peter’s reaction. He wasn’t happy. Sam finally moved back, but he wrapped his arms tightly around Claire’s shoulders and pulled her in close. “You’re so beautiful. Isn’t she just so beautiful??” Sylar instantly nodded his head in agreement. “I love you.”
“Yeah, Sam, that’s great. I love you, too.” The words were genuine, but Claire was trying her best to get out of his strong grip. It was too strong considering the drunken state he was in. After last night’s charade, you would think that Claire would be more than happy to have Sam act inappropriately in front of Peter and Sylar, his hands were starting to move all over her body after all, but she was feeling really uncomfortable by his display. Karma can be a real bitch.
“I love you so so so much.” Sam continued, leaning down once more to kiss her messily. “You’re too good for me. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m so glad. I’m so happy. I would do anything for you. You’re the best girl I could ever ask for and I don’t want anyone else but you.” He finally finished his word vomit by ducking down to press kisses along her jaw and down her neck. The way he moaned and alternated between kisses, licks and nips made it obvious what he had on his mind at that moment.
“Okay, Sam! I get it. I feel the same way, but your dinner is getting cold and you should eat it before it doesn’t taste so good.” Claire was still trying to get away from him and was doing anything and everything she could to distract him. Sylar looked away, feeling very uncomfortable now, and decided to keep his eye on Peter so he could stop him from diving over the table to attack Sam. Peter was definitely angry as he kept his eyes on him.
The distraction worked and Sam suddenly stopped, sitting up straight as he looked over at the lasagna that seemed to give him an orgasm in the mouth. “Oh… yeah. You’re right.” With that, he turned back to his meal and dug in again, giving the same moaned reactions as the first time. Claire let out a sigh of relief as she turned back to her own meal, but Peter dropped his fork loudly and stood up.
“I’ve now been turned off my food, so I think I will go. I’ll…” But he didn’t finish his sentence. Instead, he gave Sylar a look to stand up and leave with him, which Sylar did after giving a look of disappointment at not being able to finish his own meal. He turned around and gave Claire an apologetic smile as he followed Peter out, shaking his head in a mixture of amusement and disbelief.
Claire waited until Sam had finished his meal before she helped him out of the café, having to take most of his weight as she dragged him out with difficulty while he continued to kiss her neck, cheek, ear, forehead… She put up with it in the cab home and was happy to see him passed out on the bed after dragging him to her room.
She gave a soft smile as she looked over Sam, looking very sweet when he was asleep and not trying to maul her, before climbing into the bed and cuddling up beside him. They would have to deal with another interesting day tomorrow, hangover and all.
✰ The one where an uncomfortable meal makes Sam turn to a little too much alcohol, followed by inappropriate displays of affection.
✰ Claire is autophoenix , Sylar is intuitivelyapt and Peter is gota2ndchance , who are all used with love and permission. Although, please feel free to let me know if you are unhappy with the way I have written them.
✰ Word count: 1184
It was the day after Claire had tried to beat Sylar in a sex war, but Sam wouldn’t stand for that and had rolled over to go back to sleep instead, and the four of them were out at a restaurant in SoHo for dinner. They were seated in a red booth, the kind with the plastic-like material that makes someone sound like their farting every time they move just an inch, with Claire and Sam on one side and Sylar and Peter on the other.
Sylar was looking at Claire with a very smug and triumphant smile plastered on his face, he had every intention of rubbing his victory in Claire’s face, and had done so all day. Claire was looking at Peter, glaring at him with a silent warning to behave and be nice to Sam. Peter was looking at Sam, trying to ignore Claire while he gave Sam a very stern and judgmental look, one that assured Sam he was watching his every move. Sam was looking down at his menu, pretending to look at the options intensely and be very interested in the lasagna they were offering. It was a very awkward gathering.
The waiter came over to the table and asked if they were ready to order some drinks first. “I’ll take a beer,” Sam responded quickly, finally pulling his eyes away from the menu to look up at the waiter with a pleading look. He was obviously desperate for a drink. The others ordered their drinks and the waiter left the table. Sam looked over at Peter and gave him a warm smile, but it was only returned with a cold grimace, so he quickly returned to his intense staring at the menu instead.
An hour passed full of awkward conversation and more stern looks from Peter. Sam had tried to initiate conversation with Peter, but all he got in return were one word answers or catty remarks, which had been returned by a hard kick to the shin from Claire.
By the time their meals came, Sam had already demolished six beers and was well into his seventh. Sam couldn’t hold his alcohol very well. There were a couple of instances in college where a night full of tequila had ended very badly, so, apart from the casual beer or two every now and then, he didn’t drink much. When Dean went to Hell, he turned to alcohol to hide his pain and it didn’t take him long before he became legless.
He looked up to Peter and Sylar with a big, goofy grin, swaying slightly from the small movements he made. “Man. this looks delicious!” He dug into his lasagna, making very loud satisfied moans as he did so. Sylar chuckled softly, obviously enjoying the show Sam was putting on for them, and Peter watched him in disgust.
Claire moved her hand to Sam’s knee softly and leaned in close to talk to him with a quiet voice, “Sam, do you want to maybe tone it down a little?” It took Sam a moment before he registered that someone was speaking to him. He turned his head slowly and regarded Claire like as if he was seeing her for the first time that night.
“Claire! You’re the best.” He leaned down to kiss her, a little too passionately to be an acceptable kiss in public and in front of their company. Claire had kissed him back at first, but as he continued to deepen the kiss, she moved her hands to his shoulders to try to push him back, peeking an eye open to check Peter’s reaction. He wasn’t happy. Sam finally moved back, but he wrapped his arms tightly around Claire’s shoulders and pulled her in close. “You’re so beautiful. Isn’t she just so beautiful??” Sylar instantly nodded his head in agreement. “I love you.”
“Yeah, Sam, that’s great. I love you, too.” The words were genuine, but Claire was trying her best to get out of his strong grip. It was too strong considering the drunken state he was in. After last night’s charade, you would think that Claire would be more than happy to have Sam act inappropriately in front of Peter and Sylar, his hands were starting to move all over her body after all, but she was feeling really uncomfortable by his display. Karma can be a real bitch.
“I love you so so so much.” Sam continued, leaning down once more to kiss her messily. “You’re too good for me. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m so glad. I’m so happy. I would do anything for you. You’re the best girl I could ever ask for and I don’t want anyone else but you.” He finally finished his word vomit by ducking down to press kisses along her jaw and down her neck. The way he moaned and alternated between kisses, licks and nips made it obvious what he had on his mind at that moment.
“Okay, Sam! I get it. I feel the same way, but your dinner is getting cold and you should eat it before it doesn’t taste so good.” Claire was still trying to get away from him and was doing anything and everything she could to distract him. Sylar looked away, feeling very uncomfortable now, and decided to keep his eye on Peter so he could stop him from diving over the table to attack Sam. Peter was definitely angry as he kept his eyes on him.
The distraction worked and Sam suddenly stopped, sitting up straight as he looked over at the lasagna that seemed to give him an orgasm in the mouth. “Oh… yeah. You’re right.” With that, he turned back to his meal and dug in again, giving the same moaned reactions as the first time. Claire let out a sigh of relief as she turned back to her own meal, but Peter dropped his fork loudly and stood up.
“I’ve now been turned off my food, so I think I will go. I’ll…” But he didn’t finish his sentence. Instead, he gave Sylar a look to stand up and leave with him, which Sylar did after giving a look of disappointment at not being able to finish his own meal. He turned around and gave Claire an apologetic smile as he followed Peter out, shaking his head in a mixture of amusement and disbelief.
Claire waited until Sam had finished his meal before she helped him out of the café, having to take most of his weight as she dragged him out with difficulty while he continued to kiss her neck, cheek, ear, forehead… She put up with it in the cab home and was happy to see him passed out on the bed after dragging him to her room.
She gave a soft smile as she looked over Sam, looking very sweet when he was asleep and not trying to maul her, before climbing into the bed and cuddling up beside him. They would have to deal with another interesting day tomorrow, hangover and all.