"Who said you'd invite me? I'd come late at night and lure you outside we could bang in one of those rusty cars. I could have just daydreamed about your room, would have looked like this in my mind too." And he could do a lot with a fantasy. It was easy, straight boys sort of led themselves to that and in Sam's case, he debunked a lot of that with his hidden bi-ness. All the fantasy plus some reality.

He kissed Sam again, wondering just how comfortable Sam was to make out with him in his old childhood bedroom. So far, he didn't seem to have a big issue with it. Harry put his arms around Sam's shoulders and playfully nipped at his neck.

"Hey Sammy?! Get your ass down here and say hello!" Matty's voice suddenly cut through their moment, booming up the stairs and towards Sam's room.