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It was about 5 am and Sam was bored. He had slept for a couple hours and woke up, seeing that his husband was gone. Frasier was a psychiatrist, and he'd open his office at 6:30, 7:00 in the morning, sometimes earlier. Sam sighed, and said, "Well, Sam, what are you going to do? Frasier's at work and most of your friends are asleep. You literally could still be asleep." Sam thinks and gets up to call Frasier, just to mess around with him. He walks towards the kitchen, where the phone is located. Sam dials the office and it goes straight to the answering machine. 

Sam then said into the phone, very sexually, "Hey, Frasier. Maybe after work, you'd wanna play a little game~. Or maybe I can come see you, daddy, whatever works. Call me back soon, I love you~." Sam laughs, after he ends the call, and then he realized that Carla actually gets up around 5:30, since she was never tired most of the time. He dialed her up and she answered, "Sammy? Is somethin' the matter?"  Sam chuckles, "I might've sent Frasier a sexual voicemail, why?" Carla gasped and muttered something before replying, "What do you think he's gonna say? I know Frasier gets flustered really quick. Like seriously." Sam shrugs, "I'm really not sure actually, he sometimes gets to his office kind of late so we'll see."

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Frasier Crane is a busy man, working as a psychiatrist most days, along with his brother Niles. He got into his office and sat down. He said, "let's see if anyone left me a message." Niles was usually late, so Frasier wasn't bothered. He checked his answering machine, and it said, "You have 1 message. Press 1 to listen, or press 2 to delete." He presses 1, as it could be one of his patients. But as soon as he did, the machine said, "Hey, Frasier. Maybe after work, you'd wanna play a little game~. Or maybe I can come see you, daddy, whatever works. Call me back soon, I love you~."  It then said, "Press 1 to repeat this message, press 2 to delete." 

Frasier, who's jaw dropped, replayed the message. It was Sam, and he was apparently awake. He could hear it in his voice. And he sounded aroused too. Frasier chuckles quite darkly and saves the message. He'd get Sam down here before he opened the bar. He calls Sam, and like before, it goes to voicemail. He says into the machine, "Well, darling, you can always come to my office for a...little session with me, alright? Just come by during lunch and we can figure something out. I love you as well. Bye now."

He ends the phone, and he gets to work. Frasier chuckles, as he knows Sam would be here quicker than The Flash...

Or, so he thought. He didn't know that Sam would bail on him and go straight to work.

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At the bar, Coach and Sam were conversing with Norm and Cliff, while Diane and Carla cleared tables. It was about 5 pm, and most of the regulars minus Norm and Cliff weren't there yet, mainly tourists and others who weren't regulars. Carla whispers to Sam, "did Frasier ever call back? It's a bit odd, y'know." Sam nods, "Carla, he could be busy with patients and what not, it's gonna be fine. At least I think so." She nods, snickering. She knows Frasier will come to the bar after everyone else went home, and fuck that man senseless. At least, she thinks. Diane walks over towards Coach, "I have an order for you, Coach, one martini with ice." Coach nods, "You got it, Diane, since Sam is too busy gossiping with Carla about his sex life." Sam said sarcastically, "yeah, shout it louder, let everyone know my business." Coach rolls his eyes and does an order.

Frasier was getting impatient, and decides to call and see where Sam is. He usually calls if he's busy, but he might've went back to sleep. But it was 6:30 PM. The bar would be open, so he decides to call. Someone answers, "Cheers, this is Coach." Frasier said, "Hello, I was wondering if Sam was there. I need to speak with him alone." Coach replied, "oh, hey there, Frasier. Hang on." He can hear Coach yell, "ay Sam! Frasier's on the line." Sam yells back, "I'll go answer it in the back!!" 

Sam then answers, "hello?" Frasier chuckles, "darling it's Frasier, I got your little message this morning." "Oh, you did?" "Of course, and I sent one back. Did you not get my message?" "No, sorry, I was on the phone with Carla a long while. Plus the machine is down." Frasier said, "darling, I can send someone down there to fix it if you want." Sam giggles, "Oh, Frasier, it's fine, Cliff said he'd check it out when he has time." Frasier was getting impatient at this point, "well, I'll let you listen to the message when you get down here, so how long will it be?" Sam looks at the clock, "about 20 minutes. Today's really gonna be busy. Why?" Frasier said, "well, I was thinking you could come to my office later.." Sam said, "sure. I'll try to leave and let Carla be in charge. I love you, honey, I gotta go." Sam ends the phone, and he sighs. He gets back to work.

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"Carla, I'm going leave you in charge of the bar for a couple of hours," Sam said, looking at her. " Why? What's wrong?" She questions and he said, "Frasier needs me, and I trust you or Diane to look after the bar. Alright?" "Sure, lover boy, I'll keep shop. You go on," she said, shooing him out the door. He smiles and rushes out the door. He can hear her yell, "you're all my bitches now!!" He snickers and heads for Frasier's office.

Frasier waits for a moment and his assistant, Olivia came in, "Dr Crane, Sam is here to see you.." "Send him in, Olivia, my dear, and you can go on home." She nods and Sam came in, "hi, Frasier. Sorry I'm late, I had to run home really quick." Frasier chuckles, "that's all right, darling. I understand, running a bar is quite stressful, and you do a lot. Hell, you even cook dinner for the patrons." "Not by myself, Carla helps, and so does Diane," Sam sighs. Frasier sits in the chair, where his patients usually sit. Sam sits on his lap, facing towards Frasier. "Now, my darling, what is it that you wanted me to do? Hm?" Frasier asked his husband, while kissing his neck. Sam softly chuckles, and Frasier puts a hand on Sam's thigh, rubs his hand up and down. "Well, Dr. Crane, you did get my message, right?" Sam said, giggling slightly. Before Frasier could answer, the phone rang. Frasier picks up the phone, "This is Dr Frasier Crane, may I help you?" He passes Sam the phone, "it's for you, my love. Its Carla." Sam takes the phone, "hello?" Frasier decides to kiss his neck, while Sam's on the phone. "What?? Oh God, um, tell Coach I'm on my way. Yeah, no, he'll understand. Yeah, if I'm limping to work tomorrow, Frasier obviously got upset. Yeah, okay, bye." Sam hangs the phone up, and Frasier, who was biting love marks on his collarbone and neck, asked, "is everything alright? What happened?" He said, "one of the patrons is running around the bar, naked. Literally no clothes on his body. And Coach needs my help. Can we finish this at home?" Frasier lets Sam up and walks him out, "of course, my love. I'll wait for you at home." Sam kisses him and says, "i love you, Frasier. I'll see you later." Frasier smacks his ass and says, "of course darling." Sam then rushes back to Cheers.

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Sam opens the door and saw the naked patron. "What the....?" He looks around, Norm, Cliff, Coach and Diane were hiding behind the bartending station and other patrons were hiding in other places. "How long has he...?" Sam tries to ask, before Norm answers, "about 5 minutes.." Sam pinches his temple, "call the police, or something!!" Coach said, "trust me, no one is gonna call the police." "Watch me call the police," Sam said and dials for the police. After hanging up, he said, "they'll send someone. You all can talk to them, because I'm going home." Sam then leaves the bar and heads for the apartment he and Frasier share.

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Sam walks in the apartment he and Frasier share. He finds Frasier, drinking bourbon in a dining room chair. He turns around to see Sam at the door, "hello darling," he smiles and walks toward him. Sam kisses him, and he returns the kiss. Frasier's arm goes around his waist and the couple goes to the couch and sits down.

Sam gets on Frasier's lap, and faces him. Frasier looks at him, rubbing his hand up and down his thigh, "darling, what do you want to do? Hm? We have all night, don't we?" Sam softly chuckles, then replies while Frasier is kissing his neck, "We do have all night, but I don't know what we should do." Frasier chuckles, "I actually have an idea, my love. I got your voicemail earlier today and I thought, "why don't we have a little..time together, hm?" Sam looks at him, "Come to think about it, I have a surprise for you but I'll have to put a blindfold on you, alright?" Frasier nods, "anything for you darling, I'll do it." 

Sam pulls Frasier's tie off of his dress shirt and uses it as a blindfold. Frasier hears Sam leave the room and closed a door. It was quiet for a moment and then a door opened. He heard Sam giggling quietly, and felt the former baseball player getting on his lap. "Darling, can I take this off yet, or...?" Frasier tried to take it off, but Sam stopped him, replying, "Not yet, Frasier. I wanted you to feel what it is first before you take it off." "Oh, so you want to be a tease, hm? Well, fine." Frasier chuckles and then said, "darling, can you guide my hands? I'm having a bit of difficulty.." "Of course, Frasier," Sam replies and grabbed his hands. Sam guided Frasier's hands on his thighs first, and Frasier said, "it feels lacy, darling. But, it fits well on you nonetheless." "Thank you, Frasier," Sam smiles, and continues to guide Frasier's hands on his body. Frasier clears his throat, "darling, can I take this blindfold off?" 

"Sure, babe," Sam said, "if you want to." Frasier takes off his blindfold and is shocked to see what Sam is wearing.