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You sound amazing.

Come here, play with me. [Sam moved over on the bench sitting in front of the digital piano, which was small enough to have at home unlike the baby grand in the studio.]

[Mark grinned and moved to sit on the bench next to Sam.] Sweetheart, I'm pretty sure that you play better than me even when you're high. You're just that talented.

Shush. [Sam pressed a finger to Mark's lips and then kissed over the top of that finger.] You're going to be my left hand. Put your hand over mine. If you can play guitar you can play piano.

[He leans in just a bit to that kiss, then slowly places his left hand gently over Sam's on the keys.] I'll try most anything once, rock star.

[At first Sam's hands move slowly. He pauses every now and again to glance at Mark sitting next to him and smile. Under his breath he is humming along, words he found touching and heartwarming, especially when he can feel Mark's hand on top of his.] This is a place I don't feel alone..... [He sang softly as he glanced at the other man, then back down at their hands. That ring on Mark's finger always catching his attention and making him smile so big that he forgets the lyrics and laughs.]

[As Sam moves his hand over the keyboard, Mark watches their hands move together, resting his cheek in against Sam's shoulder. A soft smile on his lips when he heard Sam start to hum and then sing. And when Sam laughs, Mark looks up to him.] I kind of love your laugh in a more than kind of way.

It's the first thing I loved about you. How you make me laugh and smile. [His fingers went back to plucking at the keys. Still smiling as he starts to play again.]

[He presses his lips together, then leans over to press a soft kiss to Sam's cheek before resting his own cheek back against Sam's shoulder to watch him play.] The first thing I loved about you? You came by the shelter to teach guitar to the kids. Your selflessness was amazing to me... and beautiful.

My selflessness? I can't keep up with you in that area. All you do is give. I've thought about creating a program...or whatever you'd call it... to get musicians to teach under privileged kids to play. You made me think of that actually. [His fingers paused on the keys and he glanced at Mark.] Any requests?

Edited 2012-07-31 17:47 (UTC)

I think that's a great idea. The arts helps kids, you know. It boosts their confidence to be involved in them and studies have shown that kids who are involved in them have better grades in school. Plus, you're great with kids.

[When Sam's fingers paused, Mark's fingertips ran over the length of those fingers, back and forth on top of them.] I'm good with whatever, baby. I just like listening to you.

I would have been lost without music. That's all I know for sure. I want to give other kids a place to let go of their baggage.

[He smirked.] If we have a song, what do you think it would be. Don't you dare say you don't know. I'm feeling rather rambunctious, I'll tickle you until you can't breathe.

You could use the youth center too. It's a good, big space for that kind of thing.

But I really don't know! You can't ask a question like that and expect me to -- [He shrugs, trying to come up with something off the top of his head that he knows well enough to say it's a good 'them' song.] Don't wanna miss a thing. Maybe?

Could I? Do you have a space I could set up as a music room?

[Sam laughs and stops playing. He is grinning as he looks at Mark, his fingers tips reaching out to skirt along his side, threatening to tickle him.] Maybe. You are guessing at our song? [Instead of tickling his side he leaned in and blew a raspberry on his neck. His hand was a good decoy! Pulling back Sam righted himself all proper in front of the piano and started to play the song that Mark had named. Which was easy as there was a piano in the song. And he even chimed in with his very best Steven Tyler singing.]

[Mark's hands go up to his neck and his eyes wide. Sam had caught him off guard and gotten one past him. He thought about getting Sam back somehow but his fiance was playing that song now and Mark loved that song. So he just kind of mouthed the words and half sung them with Sam, laughing when they got toward the end and Sam mimicked Stephen Tyler's screaming.]

Somehow you just got sexier.

No way. You're just picturing me as Steven Tyler. Don't do that in bed, okay? [He turned his head and stuck out his tongue.] Don't make me tickle you again. I will.

[Mark smiles, looking back down to the piano as he lightly shoulder bumps Sam.] Never in bed. Cross my heart, don't hope to die.

But when we're not in bed.... [Sam tapped a few keys and laughed.] You don't have any patients today? Or kid stuff?

No, I just have you. [Mark turned on the bench, straddling it and facing Sam. He wrapped one arm around Sam's shoulders and leaned in to kiss his cheek.] I did some work on the laptop after my jog this mornin' and volunteers are workin' at the Center.

I should pay you for babysitting me.

[Mark hesitates briefly, his brow furrowing.] ...what? I love spendin' time with you, sweetheart.

I know you do. It's just...I'm starting to feel like a kid you're taking care of and less like I'm your boyfriend. Or maybe that shiny new is wearing off...you know the 'honeymoon' phase people seem to fall into when they are first together. [Sam taps the first few notes to Twinkle Twinkle Little Star on the piano.]

[He pulls back to look at Sam's profile, unsure of where this is coming from.] Oh. I'm... I'm sorry. I don't mean to make you feel that way.

You've just sort of stopped touching me like you usually do. But, I mean, I understand, I'm sort of high and needy...making you worry. Just forget I said anything. I keep saying all the wrong stuff anyway. [He shook his head a little.] Keep ruining our moments together.

[He didn't get it. He had just been touching him and kissing on him. Sure, he wasn't tying him to the bed and having his way with him but he was drugged in a way that Mark didn't completely understand. Mark couldn't help the way it hurt to know that Sam thought the spark or the 'honeymoon phase' was gone when Mark didn't feel that way at all. And he didn't know what to say to that or how to react to it.]

It's okay... [No it wasn't.] I think I'm gonna go get a beer and maybe... no I think I'm gonna go out so I'm not crowdin' you so much. [Cause maybe that was the problem.] I can go run some errands and bring dinner home. What kind of food are you in the mood for?

No it's not. [Sam muttered. He wished he could explain it to Mark. He noticed how it was just an arm around his shoulders, a kiss to his cheek or forehead. It wasn't how they usually were and he noticed the difference. Probably shouldn't have said anything about it though.] O--okay.

I love you. [Mark stood up, moving toward the door.] What do you want for dinner?

Love you too. [Sam looked down at the piano keys. He didn't play just stared.] I'm not hungry. [He felt sort of panicked about Mark leaving. Sam never felt like that before. Scared and really starting to feel like he was going to lose it. Taking a deep breath he closed his eyes and said the exact opposite of what he wanted to say.] Be careful, okay? I'll see you later.