Title: Relax Sequel A - The Good
Rating: NC17
Author: Hannah
Email: hannahfmuk@yahoo.co.uk
Website: www.geocities.com/hannahfmuk
Disclaimer: Very much not my characters
Notes I: Hello everyone! A few weeks ago I posted a story called 'Relax'. Several very kind and lovely people sent me feedback for it and asked for a sequel. Well, I couldn't decide which direction to take the story in, so I've written three different sequels (imaginatively entitled The Good, The Bad and The Ugly) which I'll post over the next three days. Just to make it clear, this isn't a series of sequels, but three entirely separate stories each of which follows on from the events in Relax.
Notes II: This fic was beta'd by Jesse whose help and encouragement was as valuable as ever. Feedback would be *very* welcome. Thanks.

The Good by Hannah

"Are you all set? I thought we could grab some Chinese…" I swung around the doorframe into Sam's office, expecting to see my beloved sitting behind his desk getting ready to leave. Instead I found Toby glaring at me. In my surprise, I lost my grip and the momentum sent me stumbling across the room and crashing into Sam's bookcase, which, it turns out, has very hard edges.

"You're not Sam."

"And you're really on the ball this evening, Joshua. Sam's asleep on my couch, evicting me from my own office since there's no way I can concentrate on my work through his snoring."

"Sam doesn't snore!" I felt it was my duty, as a loving boyfriend, to stand up for Sam.

Toby's eyes narrowed. "I don't even want to know how you know that," he grumbled. "Now would you go and wake him up so the two of you can get the hell out of here before either of you manage to annoy me any more than you already have."

I decided it was in my interests to follow Toby's orders and get away from him rather quickly, so I headed into his office. As I entered the room, my heart skipped a beat at the sight of Sam curled up on the couch, arms folded across his chest and his head resting on a couple of cushions.

Now, I've lost count of the number of times in the past few months I've spent the night watching Sam as he slept, but seeing him asleep in this setting, still in his work clothes, really got to me. It was one of those moments scientists and philosophers refer to as a paradigm shift - where your entire understanding of the world changes in an instant. I knew, right then, that I was ready to take the next step in our relationship. I can't explain how or why it happened - all I was aware of was how much I wanted this sweet, gentle man to make love to me.

I crept over to the couch and knelt down on the floor, then brushed my hand lightly across Sam's forehead and through his silky hair. He stirred, mumbled something, then nestled deeper into the cushions.

"Wake up, Sam," I whispered, slightly shaking his shoulder. "Time to go home."

His eyes opened and blearily stared at me. "Hmm?"

"Time to go home," I repeated. "Come on - grab your stuff and let's get out of here."

Thirty minutes later I pulled my car up in front of Sam's house, the smell of Chinese take-out wafting enticingly from the back seat. We carried the food inside and, without bothering to grab plates, sat down to start eating.

Over our meal we discussed work and our friends and swapped random pieces of gossip, including some very interesting information regarding CJ's days as a Berkeley feminista that I was sure could come in handy the next time she decided to lay into me about my, shall we say, unique approach to media relations.

When the food was gone and Sam and I had relocated to the couch, I pulled him into my lap and wrapped my left arm securely around his waist while stroking his back with my right hand. I leaned my cheek against his shoulder and rocked us gently for a while.

Eventually, Sam broke the silence. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Well, not that I'm complaining, but we haven't done this before." Sam turned to face me and lightly grasped my chin in his hand. "Are you sure you're alright?"

"I'm fine, Sam. In fact, I'm better than fine." I paused, needing a moment to find the courage to tell him about the epiphany I'd had while watching him sleep earlier. "I'm ready."

Sam raised his eyebrows and began to smile. "Ready?"

"For us to make love." My voice was clear and confident and suddenly I realized how right Sam had been to not believe me the last time I made that suggestion.

"You're sure?" He'd switched from smiling to beaming.

"Never more so. I mean, I'm a little scared still, but I really want this." I kissed him softly. "I want you to make love to me, Sam." We kissed again; a slow, tender, meltingly perfect kiss that connected us completely.

Our lips parted and we made our way to the bedroom, where we lay down next to each other. Sam's fingers glided across my chest and began to unbutton my shirt as he covered my face with butterfly kisses.

"Just relax," he whispered, pushing me onto my back and straddling my hips. "The only thing you have to do is tell me if you're uncomfortable with anything, okay?"

"Okay." I could do that. Sam finished undoing my shirt and I sat up slightly to let him tug it off me. My undershirt followed before Sam settled me back on the bed and leaned forward to kiss his way down my chest and stomach, licking and nipping at my skin while his hands went to work undoing my pants. He pulled them off me, but as his hands slid under the waistband of my boxers, I put my hands on his to stop him.

"Wait, please?" I asked.

"What is it?" he asked, lying down next to me so we were on eye level with each other.

"I just... I really don't want to be the only one naked here, you know?" I was handing over a lot of power to Sam this evening, and the fact that he was still fully dressed was doing nothing to distract my attention from that fact.

A look of understanding crossed Sam's face. "Do you want to undress me?" he asked quietly.

"I want to watch you strip," I whispered.

"Okay." He kissed me briefly then got up and stood at the foot of the bed. I half sat up and leaned back on my arms as I watched Sam remove his shirt, then pants and socks. He waggled his eyebrows at me and grinned, then slowly slid his boxers down. I gulped. I'd seen him naked before, but his erection had never seemed quite so large and potentially uncomfortable before.

Apparently sensing my apprehension, Sam quickly returned to the bed and wrapped his arms around me, rolling us so that I was sprawled on top of him. He leaned up for another kiss, this one hotter and more passionate than the others. The feeling of his body under mine was turning me on like never before and I ground my crotch into his, desperate for the stimulation.

His cock brushed against mine through the cotton of my boxers and suddenly I needed more contact. I pushed my shorts down then bucked against Sam, and joined our mouths in a frantic kiss. His hands roamed across my back and fingernails scraped lightly across my skin, which reminded me of something he'd said the first time I tried to convince him to make love to me.

"Sam," I gasped, tearing my mouth from his. "Do you remember promising me a back rub?"

Panting, he smiled and pushed me off of him so that he could sit up. He looked incredible - his dark hair was all sweaty and tousled and his eyes were dark with what I hoped was desire. "Yeah. You want it now?"

I let out a moan and rolled onto my front, hoping he'd take the hint. Sam reached over to the bedside cabinet and rooted around in the drawer for a minute, before settling back over my thighs as he placed some lube, a bottle of massage oil and a condom next to me on the bed.

"For later," he murmured, leaning forward to place a kiss between my shoulder blades.

I turned around as best I could and asked, "Do we really need that? I'm clean."

"I am too," he assured me. "I just wanted to give you the option. Do you want me to wear it or not?"

"I want to feel you Sam. Totally, completely. I don't want any barriers between us tonight."

I was trying to sound romantic but it was all coming out wrong – I sounded like a bad daytime soap opera. What was I doing? I began to question everything about the situation. The reality of it all began to hit and I felt my breathing quicken in anxiety.

I think Sam understood what was going on in my head, because he warmed some oil in his hand then began to rub soothing circles across my back.

"It's okay, Josh," he murmured as his fingers worked on the knots of tension in my muscles. "We're gonna take this nice and slow, alright? I promise I'll talk you through everything I do, so there'll be no surprises. And if you don't like what I'm doing, just say so and I'll stop right away."

"Mmm-hmm, but for now I like what you're doing just fine." That man of mine has the hands of a god. They were working slowly across my back, thumbs digging in and fingers kneading their way down. I felt myself begin to relax as every last bit of stress was massaged out of me.

"I'm gonna go a bit lower now, okay?" said Sam softly. "You've got such a great ass, babe. Will you let me rub it?"

I nodded my assent and felt myself melting into the mattress as Sam's hands swept across my cheeks, slowly working their way towards the center. Before I had time to think about what that meant was coming next, I felt Sam's lips on the back of my neck. His hands still rubbing my butt, he trailed a line of kisses slowly down my spine.

When he got to the small of my back, Sam started to nip at the skin then rubbed his prickly chin across the skin. My head shot back at the sensation.

"Ffffuck," I hissed.

"You like?" I could hear the grin in his voice.

"Oh, yeah." I settled back down and felt him sit up.

"Are you ready to take this a bit further?" Sam asked, reaching for the lube and uncapping it.

"Um, yeah?" I said, hesitantly.

Sam bent over so that his head was right next to mine. "Be sure, Josh. You can say no if you want, I don't mind. But if you say yes, you have to promise me you mean it."

I looked into his eyes and he held my gaze steadily. It was that steadiness, the way it underlined Sam's reliability and trustworthiness, that gave me the confidence to assure him, "I mean it."

Sam winked and kissed my cheek, then pulled back. He slid a pillow under my hips then, for a brief moment, there was no contact between us until I felt a finger stroke down the crack between my butt cheeks. It circled my hole slowly a few times, letting me get used to the idea of being touched there, then Sam whispered, "I'm going to slide my finger in now, Josh. Just relax, okay? It'll be much more comfortable for you that way."

His left hand held onto my hip, occasionally rubbing my skin to calm me down, and I felt his finger gently push past the ring of muscle. It felt really odd, and I couldn't help clenching around him as my body tried to figure out whether to let him in deeper or push him back out.

"Relax, Josh. You're doing great. Just let me in - it's alright. Slowly..." I let out a deep breath and his finger entered me deeper as my muscles loosened around it. Before I knew it, his finger was completely inside me. He held it still for a moment, letting me adjust to the sensation of having something up my ass, then started to move it around slightly.

"How does that feel?" he asked.

"Good," I admitted. My voice was low and I breathed heavily, but now it was out of anticipation, not anxiety.

"Are you ready for another finger?"

In response, I wriggled back slightly and pushed my butt against Sam's hand. He got the message. "Okay. Here we go."

This time I managed not to clench right away, even though it was more uncomfortable. I spread my legs slightly, hoping that would help.

"Breathe, Josh," murmured Sam. "Nice deep breaths. That's it." I followed his advice and felt the second finger slide all the way in, too. After a moment's stillness, Sam pulled them out slightly then pushed them back in. Again and again he finger-fucked me and after a while his fingers began to make scissoring movements inside me, stretching my muscles further.

"You feel so good, babe," purred Sam. "You're so tight and hot. Time for one more, I think." With these words, a third finger entered my ass. I suddenly felt too full and tensed for a second as I let out a cry of pain.

"Shhh, Josh, you're fine," whispered Sam. "It's me, remember? You're safe. We'll give it a minute, okay? Can you try to relax a bit for me?" His left hand moved up to stroke my back soothingly and it wasn't long before I felt comfortable again.

"Start moving, Sam," I said. He resumed the finger-fucking from earlier and now I was used to the fullness and it started to feel pretty incredible.

"Just let me try..." he began, but before he got any further, he crooked his fingers up and they brushed across my prostate. It felt like a bolt of lightening had shot through my body.

"Sam!" I shouted, thrusting my hips into the pillow below me, desperate to feel some friction against my cock.

He chuckled throatily and started pumping his fingers harder and harder, in and out, as I began to thrust back onto them.

I could hear Sam's breathing getting heavier so it came as no surprise to hear him ask, "Do you think you're ready now?"

"Oh, god, yes!" I cried. "Get your cock up me, please, Sam. Come on, do it." There are times when it's demeaning to beg. This was not one of them. Now I knew how good it could feel to have something in my ass, I wanted to be as full as possible as fast as possible.

He pulled his fingers out, leaving me feeling strangely empty, and I heard him shifting behind me.

"Can you get up on your knees for me?" Sam murmured. "It'll make it easier for us." As I complied, a brief image flashed into my mind of how I must have looked to Sam at that moment, and I felt a flush of embarrassment spread across my face. I was aware of how incredible he had made me feel, and I knew were making love, but when it all came down to it, I was asking a guy to stick parts of his body into mine. In particular, in my anus - a bit that doesn't normally feature in polite conversation.

"I love you, Josh," whispered Sam. "You're doing really great. You've got me so turned on." As if to prove this last statement, he rubbed his cock up and down my crack for a moment then pulled back slightly.

I felt the tip press against my hole and tried to relax. I was shaking so much I had to put my forearms down on the bed and lean my head on my hands and I felt like I was about to throw up. Sam rubbed his hands down my sides then, holding onto my hips to keep me still, slowly pushed forward.

The head of his penis slid into me and the intensity of the moment brought tears to my eyes. He paused for a moment then, as my body adjusted around him, I wriggled back to let him push deeper into me. Every time I tensed, no matter how briefly, he held still, which gave me time to adjust.

The bedroom felt more like a sauna and I was sweating like crazy. Sam slipped further and further into me, and I began to whimper, too overwhelmed to form actual words. His movement paused for a second and he asked worriedly, "Are you okay? Am I hurting you? I don't want to do that, babe."

"I'm fine," I panted. "Just feels... so full... so right." And it was true. I mean, I wasn't exactly comfortable, but it was a good kind of discomfort – one I could happily imagine getting used to.

"Okay." Sam bucked his hips and I felt his balls hit my ass. He was all the way inside me and I had never felt so utterly complete. Or so turned on. I began to rock my hips slightly, and it didn't take long for Sam to start moving too.

His short, gentle thrusts gradually became longer and harder as I grew used to the feeling. Within minutes I was panting hard, shoving myself frantically against Sam's cock, feeling him pull almost all the way out then ramming back in.

"Harder," I moaned. "Fuck me harder, Sam." The tangy scent of sex filled the air as our movements sped up.

"Come on then," Sam cried. "Take me in you, Josh. Oh, god, you look so fucking good like this, pushing back on me. You want my cock so bad, don't you? Are you ready to come yet?" He reached a hand round to grip my dick and began jerking me off. "I want to feel you come," he murmured, leaning forward so that his mouth was millimeters from my ear. "Feel your hot spunk shoot out. Feel your ass tighten around me."

Hearing my clean-cut Sam come out with such filthy words brought me to the brink of orgasm and just then his dick hit my prostate. That was all it took for my cock to explode, shooting my load onto my thighs and stomach and chest.

I nearly blacked out from the sensation but was vaguely aware of my ass clenching around Sam's erection. "That's it," he shouted. "I've gotta do it." He pushed once more into me and dug his fingers into my hips, holding me tightly on him as I felt him come in me.

Sam grunted as his cock twitched one final time then he slowly pulled out and lay down next to me. My muscles twinged and I had the feeling I might be sitting down very carefully the next day.

Exhausted, I rolled over and faced Sam. It was worth the effort - his skin was flushed, his sweat-drenched hair was plastered to his forehead and his mouth was half-open as he gasped for breath. I felt a sudden sense of power knowing that I was the reason he looked like that. Shifting closer to him, I wrapped an arm around his waist and nuzzled at the spot where his jaw meets his neck. "That was incredible," I whispered. "Thank you."

Sam reached his hand up to brush through my hair. "Thank *you*," he replied. "Thank you for trusting me to do that."

"Any time," I murmured.

"You bet," replied Sam. He may have said something after that, but I was already drifting off to sleep, too tired to say another word.

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