As he felt fingers tangle in his hair, Sam raised his head from Mikhail's shoulder and smiled at the other boy. This seemed so improbable, it really could have been a dream. Stood so close together with the water beating down on them, their bodies slick and hot from both the water and their desire. "I don't want it to be a dream," he admitted, averting his eyes momentarily. "I've had too many fanciful dreams and I'm rather glad they're finally coming true."
Sam's head instantly snapped up and his face flushed quickly as Mikhail spoke. When he corrected himself, Sam let go of the breath he was holding and smiled coyly. With a nod, he replied, "Sure. If you want to." He didn't fail to notice Mikhail's eyes scan his body and he gulped a little, still getting used to the idea that this was as intimate as they'd ever been. He slowly turned back around and crouched a little to make it easier on Mickey. He then waited patiently, his mind running on overtime as the knot of lust in his stomach clenched and tightened in anticipation.