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The Meme Maid ([personal profile] meme_maid) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2016-11-26 11:00 pm

/slides a "smut picture prompt meme" up ur thigh

the  smut picture prompt meme
SIMILAR TO THE PICTURE PROMPT MEME ONLY FOR NSFW/SMUT PROMPTS INSTEAD

i. COMMENT WITH CHARACTER
ii. OTHERS LEAVE A PICTURE (OR TWO OR THREE....)
iii. REPLY TO THEM WITH A SETTING BASED ON THE IMAGES.

THIS POST WILL BE IMAGE HEAVY AND NSFW.



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[personal profile] guzzles 2016-11-27 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Okay. Sam had never done this before, but you know what they say: When in Rome, Grindr the way the Romans do.

It was sort of exciting, actually. And terrifying. It was the middle of the day, and while "No Strings Attached" was a whole lot more anxiety inducing than a house full of angry ghosts, Sam had agreed to meet in a public place. He'd also brought with him as many "unbreakable" condoms as he could stuff in his jean pockets without making it look like he had wandering-cock-syndrome, but this still felt like it was completely out of his control.

Just another day on the job, then.

Sam pushed his hand back through his hair, then checked his phone. At least his palms weren't sweating, that wasn't a sexy look on a guy. He looked up and down the street, squinting past the other people. Honestly, in this part of town, he wasn't sure being surrounded by people necessarily made him safer. They didn't look like they'd really care if someone attacked him. At least, then, Sam could take care of himself; he had that going for him.

Where was this guy, anyway? What could be so important that he could be this late for a spur of the moment hook up? (Hah, spur of the moment, like Sam hadn't been planning this from three states away.) What was he doing? Saving the world? Getting changed in the phone booth on the corner? Nah, Superman would have changed and got here already, not a single strand of hair out of place.
]
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[personal profile] spideyguy 2016-11-28 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Peter is also very recent to the dating scene. Well, he says dating, but they both know what's really going on here. It just makes him feel a little less weird about it to say he has a date rather than...well.

Old habits die hard, though, and Peter is late. Was it his fault the bank on Dewey was getting robbed again? No, but it made him miss his train all the same, and even though he went swinging through the streets to make up for it, he did have to change and skate the last few blocks.

Peter had been talking to Sam for a few days now - he didn't live in the city (not that it would have mattered, in a city of millions Peter could have avoided Sam if this went sour), and he seemed nice enough. Not that Peter was particularly worried about running into a serial killer - really, that was the least dangerous thing he could run into around here. Point is, Peter had only actually met up in person with one or two of the guys from the app (if you didn't count the pretty memorable phone sex that one time). It wasn't a bad setup, and the few nerves he had were easily quieted. Their conversation had only excited Peter more - Sam's profile picture was enough to do that on its own.

Peter swung around the corner, board grinding against the curb as he skidded to a stop. He flipped the board up into his hand, tucking it under his arm as he scanned the crowd for his - quote unquote - 'date'. That was about when he spotted Sam, lips stretching into a friendly grin, and Peter raised his hand, fingers extended in a little wave.]


Sorry I'm late there was - bank robbery. [Might as well stick to the truth. He ran a hand through his wild, windswept hair and shrugged, backpack shifting higher on his shoulder.] Lots of traffic.
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[personal profile] guzzles 2016-11-28 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ When he was nervous, Sam tucked his hair behind his ears. In this situation, the hair was already in place, curtains pushed back out of his eyes and back behind his ears. But so what? Maybe he styled it that way. It would only be when Peter got to know him better that the tic would make sense. At his appearance - and thank God he looked like he did in his profile pic, Sam had been nervous about that - Sam offered a wave back, even if it felt a bit odd, and he stepped away from the furrow he'd been pacing into the sidewalk, offering his hand and then taking it back, and then offering it again. ]

I'm uh... I'm not sure about the protocol. Do we shake hands, or hug or something?

[ Not at all awkward. Hugging, really? Not much better than handshaking. It was a good start. Great, and now he was blushing too. Genius. He really went the whole way looking like the country bumpkin, didn't he? ]

I'm Sam, by the way.

[ Not Kansass87. A name had to be a pretty good ice breaker, right? Sam was almost relieved he'd saved it. Still, Peter had said that he was athletic, and Sam appreciated the careless effort to appear so. The skateboard wasn't missed at all, and Sam was already playing ideas through in his head - and largely dismissing them - over how to involve the device. Maybe it was too much. Too weird. Right? ]
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[personal profile] spideyguy 2016-11-28 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Sam's hair was a little longer, perhaps, than his profile picture would have suggested, but Peter certainly didn't mind. It suited him, the long hair, and Peter couldn't help but think of all the ways it could be used...ahem. Peter chuckled good-naturedly and pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. They always had a habit of slipping; perhaps he should refit. He didn't even need them, it was just habit, at this point.]

A handshake is a good start, I think.

[Sam is cute when he blushes like that and Peter takes his hand, shaking it firmly. Sam's hand is rougher than Peter expected but - he's from out of state, and certainly seems like he did something more hands on than sitting behind a desk. Which was promising in more ways than one.]

Peter. My name is Peter. Nice to meet you, Sam.

[Perhaps, but then, he'd never know if he didn't ask. Maybe Sam would become comfortable enough to ask, only time would tell. Peter tilted his head towards the side street to their right.] Shall we? My apartment isn't far.
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[personal profile] guzzles 2016-11-28 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Thank the stars that Peter put him out of his misery. The handshake was returned, and Sam felt his shoulders slump slightly in relief. He shakes back, and it's a firm enough shake, though for all its roughness, carefully balanced. Sam shakes hands like a government agent, which he often is, crisp and firm and yet with an "I care" gentleness underneath it.

He does care. That's usually the problem with trying to have a one night stand. The one night part of it. Though he's been on a learning curve, recently. At least this one isn't likely to be a werewolf, a shapeshifter, a vampire, a succubus or a pagan goddess. Maybe. Hopefully.

He nods in agreement and falls into step beside him, just enough behind to make room for him to lead the way.
]

Nice to meet you too, by the way. So have you... Have you done this before?

[ He doesn't know what answer he expects, or what answer he wants, but Sam knows how to ask questions, so he gets on with it. ]
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[personal profile] spideyguy 2016-11-29 07:57 am (UTC)(link)
[One night is really...relative. Peter's not exactly opposed to long term it just...doesn't usually work out well. He says usually but - one devastatingly terrible time was enough for anyone, wasn't it? He doesn't think the universe can get any clearer on its opinion about his dating life.

Peter shifts his backpack on his shoulder and starts leading the way down the sidestreet. It's only about five blocks - four, if they take the shortcuts, which they are. Sam was right in his original assumption - not the best part of town, and perhaps Peter's apartment isn't the best either, but even if Sam weren't as capable of defending himself as he was, he didn't have anything to worry about with Peter at his side.]


Only once or twice. I prefer to be able to have a conversation beforehand, which doesn't seem like asking for a lot but - well, [Peter makes a face, looking up at Sam. Damn, he's tall. He's got at least half a foot on Peter.] Not everyone's interested in talking, you know?

...have you? Done this before?
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[personal profile] guzzles 2016-11-30 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, I guess talking seems to be a problem these days. [ Sam grimaced. ] It doesn't make it easy to work out where everyone stands, or what they like. Not that there's anything wrong with just trying things out until you get it right...

[ And while Sam probably didn't have as many tricks in his toolbox as his brother did - that was a thought he tried to avoid having, in any case - he didn't think he was that bad. This was a little out of his comfort zone, though. All the experimenting he'd done had been in college, and that was more than a decade ago now, so far in the past the layer of dust had grown a layer of dust. ]

No. I mean. My brother did one time, but the girl he hooked up with turned out to be...working.

[ For a demon. Maybe he'd leave that part out. He grinned, instead. ]

He made us drive six hours off the map to meet her, and no, he still hasn't lived it down.

[ Good anecdote, Sam. Nice ice breaker. ]

I figure so long as I don't pick up a serial killer or something I can't do worse than that.
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[personal profile] spideyguy 2016-11-30 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
Kind of the whole point, I think. [Peter smiles, surreptitiously looking Sam up and down again. Wondering what it is he likes, particularly. Sure, they've spoken about it in general terms - this was a hook-up, after all - but Peter won't really know until it happens. Until he presses the right buttons, so to speak.

Peter had never been opposed to being with a guy, really. But Gwen had caught his eye from the moment he'd met her and there had never really been room for anything else. Now, though, guys were easier. Less complicated, and for someone like Peter, the less complication there was, the better.

His eyebrows rise in amusement, grin stretching across his face as Peter changes direction down another alley, cutting in a diagonal.]


Yikes. That's - rough. [A soft laugh, and Peter picks at a thread on the cuff of his hoodie.] Well, I can promise I'm neither of those things. I'm a lab technician, not sure where that ranks.

Where are you from? [Peter gathers that he's not from the city, but if Sam really is from Kansas - ] What brings you to New York?
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[personal profile] guzzles 2016-12-01 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ Sam's glad to get the smile, and the laugh is even better, and he strides easily after Peter, taking the changes in direction with ease. ]

I grew up on the road, mostly, but Kansas has been home for the longest. New York's just a job. Or well--maybe it is, maybe it isn't. You have to go where there's work, right?

[ That was as honest as he could get. Anything else he tacked on would probably be closer to a lie, but at least this way he made it sound like he was here for an interview, and not to kill a billionaire vampire who was literally draining the life out of the west side of Manhattan.

As they get closer to the apartment, he notices that subtle change in stride from 'going somewhere' to 'this is home'. Then he's stepping in just a little bit closer, though not so much as to be intimate. He wouldn't want Peter's neighbors getting some unreasonable impression of him, after all.
]

Have you always lived in the city?
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[personal profile] spideyguy 2016-12-01 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
Wow, that's awesome. What's the coolest place you've traveled?

[Being intentionally vague works in Sam's favor; Peter doesn't want to pry. It's probably better Peter doesn't know - he's got octopus men running around, and to worry about supposedly mythical creatures? Jeez, a guy can only handle so much. He stops, finally, in front of a shabby-but-not-too-shabby apartment building.

Peter cards in and holds open the door for Sam, tilting his head to the side. His neighbors...aren't the type to bother, mostly keeping to themselves the way New Yorkers do so as not to end up killing each other.]


Yeah, born and bred. I've...never left the city, actually.
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[personal profile] guzzles 2016-12-04 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
Oh... I don't know. We do Vegas every year, but the roads out there are miles of the same. Saw the Grand Canyon once. I guess I quite like Louisiana, except for my brother complaining about the mosquitoes. Not the biting kind, just the ones that seem to explode into green goo when they hit the windshield.

It sounds exciting, huh. I don't know that it is, but...I do get it.

[ That romantic notion of the American roadtrip, which conveniently left out how far away places were from each other. Not that these days the pair of them considered Michigan from Nevada an easy round trip, and barely blinked at it. Still, Sam was-- ]

Pretty sure we've done more miles on the road than the Stones at this point.

[ At least they were inside now. It was getting closer to being real, this thing between them, and the butterflies were already jumping about in his stomach. But whatever, he could totally handle this. Just a hook up.

A hook up with a skater guy in New York. Hell, he hadn't even bought him a drink yet.
]

It's good that I'm nervous, right? It'd be weird, otherwise?
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[personal profile] spideyguy 2016-12-04 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
Wow, the Grand Canyon? [Peter's awe is not fake. He's never been in woods that weren't manmade. The smile he gives Sam is with genuine interest in his travels.] I hear the food in Louisiana is great. Lots of crawfish, stuff like that?

Well, people think living here is all Broadway and Wall Street 'excitement'. [Peter shrugged; it was about where you came from, that's what made those types of things exciting to different people. If Sam grew up on the road, he wasn't going to be the type to be dazzled by it.

Peter leads the way to the staircase - 12 flights, but the building doesn't have an elevator. At least, not one that consistently works.]


Yeah, I think it would be. Like, we don't know each other from Adam. [Peter glances back, over his shoulder, at Sam, glasses slipping down his nose again.] But that...makes it kind of exciting, you know? It's okay. I was really nervous my first time too.

I get it. [Ah, Peter's floor. He opens the door onto the hall, holding it for Sam.]
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[personal profile] guzzles 2016-12-05 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ Yeah, the great food. That was, at least, what got them through it--except then Sam had said that the mosquitos they were hitting were full of gumbo, and that's why they were that color, and Dean hadn't touched the stuff again. He still laughed his head off about it every time a big fat one hit the glass.

You had to make your own fun on the road, your own ways to pass the time.

But now they were on the right floor, all thought of continuing to chat about Dean just sort of evaporated. Anticipation - and yes, excitement - hummed in his chest instead, and Sam licked suddenly dry lips, staying close behind Peter, even daring to lift a hand and let it settle and drift across the man's hip. Might as well get used to it now, if a whole lot more of their bodies were going to be touching soon.

He bit his lip, and tried for words.
]

Yeah, it makes it kind of exciting. Is this you?
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[personal profile] spideyguy 2016-12-05 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
[Peter turned and unlocked the door, using his shoulder to push it open. He certainly didn't mind Sam's hand brushing over his hip - it was true, they'd be touching a lot more soon enough. He caught Sam's wrist as he made the pass over Peter's hip, smiling and bringing him into the apartment.

It's small, sure - this is New York. The fact that Peter lives without any roommates, even in a place as admittedly kind of shitty as this one, is impressive. He needs the privacy, though for, well, Spiderman-ing. It has the added perk of being able to bring someone home with him - which he doesn't often do, so.]


Yeah, my humble abode. [The coffee table has a pile of academic texts and tons of scattered papers with complicated chickenscratch on them. Chemical equations and the like; he wasn't bullshitting about the biochemistry. Peter gestures to the couch, watching Sam curiously.]

Maybe we should...sit for a minute? [Instead of jumping straight into the bedroom. Sam looks a little nervous, even if he seems just as jazzed about the whole thing as Peter. Besides, Peter wouldn't mind getting a little hot and heavy on the couch first. He could climb Sam like a tree.]
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[personal profile] guzzles 2016-12-05 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah. Yeah, that sounds good.

[ Sam was beginning to wonder if he'd forgotten all his words, and it sure felt that way when he took a seat on the couch and scanned over the papers in front of him, picking one up after a moment to look through the scrawled notes. The words had appeared on his GRE, he was pretty sure, but in this context he had absolutely no idea how they applied. It was either that or his brain was totally scrambled from the potential of energetic, anti-gravity, one day only sex. Wishful thinking.

So down the paper went, before it made him feel any more fish-out-of-water than he already was, and Sam put his hands down on his knees, rubbing them self consciously. It might have been easy to jump right into it, sure, but apart from the challenge of filling up an empty space in conversation, this probably worked just as well. Better even.
]

Do you um--have anything to drink, maybe? Water would be fine.
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[personal profile] spideyguy 2016-12-05 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[Peter smiles, moving straight for the kitchen to get Sam a glass of water. It's kind of endearing, how much Sam looks like a nervous puppy right now. Peter's mind is already kicking into gear and wondering how Sam looks when the flannel is on Peter's floor but - patience, young padawan.

Peter wanders back over with the glass and hands it to Sam before he joins him on the couch. He sits directly next to Sam, pressing their sides together casually. Might as well, right? Peter glances up at Sam once before he takes Sam's free hand from his knee and starts tracing his fingers slowly.]


You doin' okay over there?
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[personal profile] guzzles 2016-12-05 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Thanks.

[ He accepts the water gratefully, with a cough, and then taking a sip, nodding as though to indicate that the water is very good, and he's grateful for the effort put in. It's dumb, but it's the kind of politeness that Sam learned as a kid, the kind of politeness that got him invited to take Thanksgiving dinner with other people's families.

He tips his head down to watch the hands wrapping around his own, and while his mouth has gone dry again, it's completely forgotten, the glass going down on the table, hopefully outside the splash zone where it might destroy all of this hard, mathematical work that he doesn't understand.

Because this--this is something he gets. Settling his fingers briefly against the back of Peter's hand, then lifting it up to frame his jaw, he dips in boldly to steal a kiss, making sure to leave him enough room to pull away, just in case it seems like he's going too fast.
]
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[personal profile] spideyguy 2016-12-06 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Peter chuckles, tilting his head while he watches Sam take a sip of the water. If at all possible, it seems like Sam is getting even cuter the longer Peter spends around him. At this rate, he's not sure he'd mind if this turned into, you know, a casual hookup whenever Sam happened to be in town. Which he would be, again, if he got that job, right? Perhaps Peter should save his judgements for afterwards, but he can't help but be optimistic.

He hums quietly when Sam kisses him, leaning forward to press up against Sam more and give up that space Sam had afforded him. Peter rests his free hand on the hunter's chest, fingers catching in the fabric of Sam's shirt as he kisses him back. His glasses bump gently between their noses, and Peter tilts his head to avoid the obstruction.]
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[personal profile] guzzles 2016-12-06 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ Sam is more than happy to sink into the kiss when it comes back his way just as strongly. Any hesitation that he might have felt loses ground under the influence of doing something that he knows he's good at. When it comes to facing obstacles in a kiss, for example, like a pair of glasses, Sam can handle adjusting--after all with his height, adjusting for kisses has been the way that things have rolled pretty much since his very first. Girls have always, always been shorter than him, no exceptions, and the couch takes that out of the equation at least.

While he lathes his tongue against Peter's lips, hunting for an opening, his free hand goes to the other man's thigh, starting halfway down and sliding as high as it can, using the position both for stability and the intimacy it offered. His own lips parted, the softest sigh of invitation, reciprocating for what he demanded.
]
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[personal profile] spideyguy 2016-12-06 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Kissing a guy is always different. Girls are soft, more pliable, whereas someone like Sam is more hard edges and rough stubble. With the kind of crazy strength Peter struggles to control, guys are usually a better hookup bet. They're less likely to notice just how strong he really is. Peter doesn't have any stubble - he's never been able to grow convincing facial hair - but Sam's provides more than enough texture between them.

Peter parts his lips, as per wordless request, and brushes his tongue against Sam's, lightly teasing. Peter tangles their fingers together in the hand still holding Sam's and uses his other to bury in the man's hair, as he's wanted to do since the first time he saw Sam's picture, pretty much. Then it was his turn to explore Sam's mouth, tongue tracing the shape of his lips before dipping into his mouth.]
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[personal profile] guzzles 2016-12-07 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Sam is more than capable of pouring himself back into the kiss. It's stunning actually, how strong the man is, considering he doesn't look so much on the outside, but Sam can feel it in the hand wending through his hair, in the way that Peter tilts easily against him to plunder his mouth, when Sam has always considered himself to be quite strong, forceful enough in his own right. That's good, and he doesn't question it, because he's just grateful that Peter doesn't kiss too gently. He wants a rough, hard mouth against his own, wants to take as much as he gives. That's the life he lives, and he doesn't want to abandon it in the bedroom. He's always so gentle with women, but he doesn't have to be gentle this time.

He exhaled into the kiss, parted his lips, and lifted his free hand to mirror Peter's, scraping slightly against his scalp, lathing his tongue against the other man's only to submit entirely to the quest to explore his mouth.

His other hand slipped higher, moving from Peter's thigh, up to the waistband of his jeans, hunting up underneath his shirt to find bare, hot skin.
]
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[personal profile] spideyguy 2016-12-07 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[Men tend to be like that. At least, the ones Peter has been with. Rough, aggressive - not too much, but like they're itching for something more. Funnily enough - Peter isn't exactly a twink, but he's not a massive specimen either. Somewhere in the middle. There was one guy who thought he was something he wasn't and...well, he was corrected pretty quickly. Seemed to like it, too.

Peter lets go of Sam's hand and uses both of his to grab Sam's head, curling into the abundance of hair. His mouth moves insistently against Sam's, curling his tongue around the other man's in the sloppy-wet rush of a good makeout session. His thumb smooths along the column of Sam's throat, brushing over his Adam's Apple.

Peter's pretty well-defined for a biochemist who presumably spends all day in a lab, but he doubts Sam will question it. Hopefully he'll just relax and enjoy it.]
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[personal profile] guzzles 2016-12-10 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Peter is right, Sam isn't about to question it. He can appreciate a guy who looks after himself as well as Sam himself does, and since he knows how much physical effort he puts into his physique, considering he spends most of the week in the front of a cramped Impala driving from one nowhere to another, there's one small part of him that just assumes that Peter does much the same. That just makes it more exciting. He's not going to break Peter. He can let himself go a little bit.

Sam's going into this full tilt now, gasping in a breath into the space between them and giving as good as he got, tongue lashing against the muscle winding around his own. It's wet and carefree and all over the place, but that's good. It couldn't be better, and moreover there are fingers twisting through his hair, a hand slipping down his throat that doesn't want to push him against a wall and strangle him, and it's so satisfying, so freeing, that Sam just moans gratefully.

Then he pulls back, puts his hand against the center of Peter's chest and just smiles, still visibly as shy as anything, despite the incorrigible lack of hesitation he shows in the actual doing. It's supposed to be endearing.
]

Why don't we lose some of these layers and try this again?

[ Mostly, he wanted to see if Peter looked as good, as hard, as he felt. ]
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[personal profile] spideyguy 2017-02-11 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[Peter very nearly whines when Sam pushes him back just a little, cheeks flushed, eyes looking up at him owlishly through his glasses. He liked the whine he got out of Sam and he'd like nothing more than to try and get another one out of him. Peter swallows and nods, though, jerking his head towards the closed bedroom door.]

Maybe - if you want - or here. Here's fine too. [The words come out in the jumbled rush Peter tends to fall into when he's wound up, and he matches Sam's shy smile, reaching to link their fingers together.] Come on.

[Then Peter's getting up, tugging Sam after him - careful not to tug too hard - towards the bedroom. It's a modest space, bed made (drilled into him from years spent with his Aunt), though the desk in there is a mess of science crap worse than his coffee table. Computer pieces scatter the table in disarray from where he was reconstructing a webshooter - not that Sam will be able to tell what it is, that's how many pieces it's currently in.]