Better With Age
Summary: Sam freaks out a little about growing older. You comfort him.
Word Count: 1900ish
Warning: standard smut, a little dirty talk
A/N: Hope y’all enjoy this one! XOXO
It’s the little things.
Sam starts an intense multivitamin regimen in the mornings. He cuts back on the beer. He tries his best to start sleeping five or six hours instead of the usual four.
You get it. You aren’t twenty-one years old anymore either. Sore muscles take a couple of days longer to heal, too many beers at dinner makes you feel awful the next day, and you just simply don’t have the stamina you used to.
Sam is just trying to ward off middle-age as long as he can, despite the fact that he’s not even there yet.