HEY @vithcytries I OWE YOU A BIRTHDAY PRESENT.
Here’s this. It’s months late which I’m so sorry for but better late than never right? lmao nah, anyway, this has been in the works for ages. Maybe I’ll get the backstory I planned for it typed out one day ;)
With Love, GeekyZelda, Janell <3
“Sam Heap, is that you?”
Sam, knee deep in sticky swamp goop, turned in the mud to find a familiar, grimey face peering at him through the trees.
“Wolf Boy? I’ll be damned,” Marwick snorted, “You know I go by Marwick now.” The man quirked a smile and added, “You will be damned if you spend the night out here, it’s supposed to snow tonight. What are you doing here?”
“I got… Lost,” Sam shrugged helplessly. “Do you think you could help me out?” Sam said gesturing to his shins.
Marwick snickered and moved to pull his old friend out of the mud.
“Ow, ow, ow, that hurts!”
“Well, If you hadn’t gotten yourself stuck we wouldn’t be in this situation, would we?”
Sam was quiet for a second before he muttered, “Shut up. Just get me out of here.”
Marwick pulled and Sam complained but after some time, a bit of cursing, and a lot of sweating Sam was pulled from the mud and Marwick marched him back to the cottage on Draggan Island. Marwick gave Sam a pair of trousers and tunic to borrow for the night. While Sam changed Marwick moved to the kitchen to make some hot chocolate.
Marwick walked back to the living room to find Sam huddled under a blanket on the floor in front of the fire. He was watching the snow start to drift outside the window.
“Looks like the freeze is starting to set in,” Marwick commented. He handed Sam his cup of cocoa and sat down on the ground next to him.
Marwick had almost finished his cup when Sam spoke, “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you, Marwick.”
Marwick chuckled. “It’s been far too long. I think the last time was at that party Septimus threw a couple years ago..”
Sam snorted into his hot chocolate mug. “I remember that after party. You were a tad tipsy if I recall.”
“I was not.”
“You danced on top of the table. You flung your pants out the window.”
“I did not!”
“Yes, you did! I specifically remember the pants moment. It was rather exciting.”
Marwick pressed his palms into his eyelids and groaned loudly. “So, so embarrassing and I don’t even remember it.” Sam snickered and bumped his shoulder against Marwick’s, “It’s okay I’m sure no one really remembers that night, we were all drunk anyway.”
“You remember it,” Marwick nudged Sam’s shoulder back.
“Of course I do. That was the first time I realized that I was in-” Sam cut himself off and took a long sip of his already empty hot chocolate. Marwick raised an eyebrow and watched him closely.
“You were in… What?” Marwick prompted.
“Sam, what were you in?”
“I told you, nothing. Do you want some more hot chocolate? I need some more.” And maybe something stronger, Sam added to himself as he made to stand.
“Sam, wait.” Marwick grabbed his wrist and pulled hard. Sam sat down with a bump to find himself inches from Marwick’s face. His lips were very distracting and his eyes were a warm brown that Sam could find himself easily getting lost in.
“Marwick, I, I uh,” Sam lost his train of thought as Marwick’s eyes roamed his face. Sam watched the other boy’s face grow red as he spoke.
“You what?” He leaned in closer.
“I’ve been waiting to do this.” Sam practically tackled the other boy in a kiss. They fell backwards onto the wood floor and knocked the cocoa mugs out of the way.
Sam is a rough kisser, Marwick observed. He kind of liked it. He kind of liked it a lot.
Marwick has no clue what to do with his tongue, Sam thought. We’ll have to work on that. It’s an acquired skill, really.
They talked the night away. Catching up on the years since Marwick had left the Camp Heap. Sam told him about his expedition in the forest, he still wasn’t sure how he ended up knee deep in swamp mud.
Time passed and before he realized it, Marwick found Sam dozing on his shoulder. Marwick smiled at his old friend and leaned into him, relishing the feelings it raised. Marwick could feel sleep pulling on his eyelids when Sam surprised him by speaking.
“I honestly didn’t think I’d see you again, at least, not on our own.”
“I didn’t either.”
“Marwick,” Sam moved his head from its resting place to look the other boy in the eye. “I have to ask you.”
“What are we now?”
Marwick was quiet for a while, thinking over his response. “I don’t know. What do you think?”
“I think I rather like this.”
“I think I agree.”
Sam smiled and Marwick leaned toward him. Sam met him halfway, smiling as they kissed.
The fire crackled. Outside a blizzard raged. And inside a sleepy cottage on Draggan Island two lost men found each other again.