Colby's heart nearly leapt out of his chest as he was jerked awake by the sound of a door slamming. He sat up slowly, whispered voices floating up and into his ears. He didn't know what was being said or by whom and anxiety began to grate at his nerves. He quietly slid out of bed. He didn't recall Sam telling him that he had plans with Kat and he remembered telling his flatmate-who was sunk into the sofa on his laptop-goodnight before falling asleep earlier than usual.

So, who the hell was in his flat?

The brunette stood there for a few moments, hearing more muffled words and bumps that seemed to get closer. He decided he should probably check it out. Colby grabbed a particularly heavy binder, full of papers covered in things varying from video ideas to important work documents from their sozial media, before leaving his room. He'd need something to hit the intruder with, right?

Sam's door was closed and there was no evidence of light coming from it and Colby's fear muddled mind made him forget to even try to alert Sam of the evident break in.

The house was dark and it was making his body shake in fear, but Colby kept himself from turning any light on in order to save himself from the axe murderer that was obviously in their house. He crept quietly down his halls, peering into the lounge only to find a bit of a mess left by Sam. He clicked his tongue, only to cover his mouth with the binder.

Be quiet.

He moved around the corner and fully into the lounge and with one glance around, he deemed it safe. He went to move onto the next room when he heard a loud thump. Suddenly, he felt extremely vulnerable. Colby dropped the binder, nearly falling onto his face as he rushed up the stairs to Sam's room.

"Sam!" He nearly screamed as he flung the bedroom's door open. With his nerves on end, the very high pitched-and female-yelp he received in reply made him toss the binder towards the bed. It hit someone with a very painful thud and that's when Colby's heart calmed enough that he could focus on the scene in front of him.

Surrounded by scattered papers, Sam was lying on his bed shirtless with Kartina straddling his hips, her arms crossed over her equally bare chest. Colby's stomach dropped and he started to stutter out an apology with a red face before quickly leaving the room. He immediately relocated himself to his own bedroom where he flopped onto the bed. He glanced at the time. 2:43 a.m.

He guessed that all the sounds he heard was the couple stumbling about. Colby tossed his duvet over his head, face buried into the pillow, trying to wipe the image out of his head. His heart returned to a normal pace and his nerves calmed, he felt exhaustion once again wash over him, the sounds of Sam and Kat's voices tuning out slowly.

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Colby knew he couldn't have been asleep longer than ten minutes before he came to with someone shaking him. He opened his eyes, blearily looking around. As things came into focus, he uncovered his head, sighing as cool air hit him. Over him stood a slightly annoyed looking Sam.

Colby was a bit taken aback as he sat up, rubbing sleep from his eyes, "Sam? Where's...Kat?" The short lived bliss of forgetting what he saw shattered and when he blinked he saw the girl perched atop his best friend all over again.

"She left," He grumbles, "After you passed out at nine, I got bored. So, I invited her over. We ended up drinking," Colby was tempted to say that he knew because the strong smell of alcohol on Sam's breath was fanning over his face, but he decided being quiet was a better idea right now. "And things escalated. When you barged in, though, she said that she was too drunk to be making decisions like that and left."

"Oh," Colby looked away. "So, what? You're mad that I interrupted you getting some? Better than her waking up and regretting it, you know."

"It's fine," Sam breathed, pulling the blankets away from Colby. He ran his hand over the brunette's chest, sliding it down his arm and taking his wrist, pinning it above his head. He repeated the action on the other arm and Colby swallowed hard. "I'm glad she decided not to do something she regretted, I should be thanking you really." Sam leaned in and brushed his lips over Colby's exposed collar making him gasp, "But I'll thank you after you've gotten rid of the painful hard on you've managed to indirectly leave me with."

Colby's eyes dim with sudden lust and he suddenly forgets about Katrina and the earlier image in his brain, trying his best to remember the way Sam looks above him, messy hair, blues eyes glazed over, and lips red from kissing. Colby grimaced at the fact that it wasn't him that kissed Sam to that state, but he'd, at least, gladly pick up where she left off.

"Kiss me," He muttered, prompting Sam to lean down so he could press their lips together. He flexed his fingers a bit, the feeling in them slowly going away with his best friend's tight grip around his wrists. He wasn't complaining, however. He tilted his head, lips parting to allow Sam's tongue to twine with his, licking over the roof of his mouth.

Colby moaned and Sam swallowed down the sound, pulling away and swiping his thumb across the brunette's bottom lip. Colby's hands flexed again. "What do you want me to do?" He whispered.

Sam stared at him for a moment before releasing his hands. Colby's heart stuttered. He was almost afraid that Sam was going to walk away and leave him-but then he leaned down, pressing another, slower kiss to Colby's lips. "Just stay put." Was the reply before he was out of the room.

Colby raised a brow, sitting up and staring at his ajar door. In seconds, Sam was back, a bottle in his hand.

Oh.

Colby licked his lips, "Is that new?" He asked, eyeing the bottle of lube as the other tossed it onto his duvet. Sam nodded, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it onto the floor unceremoniously. He set himself back on the bed, putting the lube to the side. His fingers trailed to the hem of Colby's shirt, tugging at it. The younger took the hint and lifted his arms, allowing the shirt to slide off of him and somewhere into the mess of sheets.

Pressing a hand to the middle of his chest, Sam pushed the boy back down, throwing a leg over his waist to straddle him. Colby's breath hitched as he felt the straining bulge in Sam's jeans press against the thin material of the boxers he wore to bed, making his own cock twitch to life.

Sam leaned down, brushing his lips over Colby's neck, kissing up and down the expanse of it. Colby tilted his head back with a whine, allowing more access to his overly sensitive flesh. His back arched slightly as Sam bit down, sucking a mark over the fading ones he'd left before. Colby reached up, threading his fingers through bright hair and Sam kissed down, over his chest and across his stomach.

"You're beautiful, honestly," Sam whispered, placing a kiss to his hip where his boxers had slid down slightly. Colby only shuddered in response.

Sam hooked his thumbs under Colby's waistband, slowly inching his boxers down and over his legs. Once they were tossed into the slowly forming pile of clothes, he pushed the boy's legs apart, gently laying gentle kisses up and down his thighs. Colby sighed, bringing one hand up to his mouth, softly biting down on his thumb. He bit down harder as Sam's hand wrapped around his half-hard cock, slowly pumping it to complete hardness.

Sam removed his hand, leaving Colby's erection heavy against his stomach. The brunette blinked his eyes open, having closed them at some point during the short handjob, and looked down at Sam's hands as he worked on the button and zipper of his jeans. He pushed his jeans down his hips just enough to pull his cock from the confines of denim, stroking it a few times with a sigh. Colby bit his lip, his gaze drifting up to Sam's face, only to jump when he saw blue eyes staring back at him.

His face turned red and he looked to the side.

He jumped a bit as a finger found its way under his chin, and tilted his head back so he was once again facing Sam, who was much closer now. They met each other halfway, lips melding together in a slow, almost loving kiss. Almost, Colby told himself.

Sam lowered his hips, and moaned as his dick met Colby's. He grinned as he felt the younger boy shiver and took both of them into his hand, stroking them together with labored breathing. He felt his cock throb as Colby whined, moaned, and sighed, louder with every stroke. His voice was intoxicating and extremely erotic and Sam moved his hand faster, thumb swiping over the tip, just to squeeze more sounds out of him.

Colby was near shaking when Sam removed his hand, patting through the sheets and comforter until there was an audible 'smack' when his hand met plastic. He picked up the lube bottle, ripping the plastic off the top and tossing it to the side to be cleaned later before he popped the cap open. Colby swallowed, putting his hands on the back of his thighs and pulling his legs up to his chest the best he could, making access easier for his friend.

Sam watched Colby pull his legs up, momentarily shocked by his knowledge on what to do. He took a moment to admire him. He did have nice legs. And an equally nice ass. He was slightly biting his lip, looking a bit shy, and Sam couldn't help but chuckle. He heard Colby mutter 'don't laugh at me,' so he just smiled fondly instead, finally pouring the lube over his fingers.

Colby sniffed, and teased, "What? Too cheap for scented lube?"

Sam clicked his tongue, warming up the slick substance between his fingers, "Don't complain." He scooted forward, replacing one of Colby's hands with his own, pushing his leg up further and reaching down. He circled his finger over Colby's rim, who gasped in response, trembling slightly. He wasted no more time, pushing his finger in to the first knuckle, eyes flicking up to the brunette's face.

He moaned, "Definitely not complaining now."

Sam grinned smugly, pushing the single digit in and out slowly until Colby breathlessly whispered 'another'. He squeezed a second finger in alongside the first one, pumping them into the boy beneath him gently. Colby squirmed, "Y'know, it's not like I've never had fingers inside of me before, you don't have to act like I'll break. Or cry. Or whatever."

Sam was a bit dumbstruck, but nodded, scissoring the two fingers, stretching and thrusting them into Colby faster. Colby tossed his head back, whimpering and moving his hips in a downward motion, hand slipping on his thigh before he quickly grabbed at it, hosting his leg up further. He shut his eyes tightly at the third finger, and the moment all three fingers thrust up into him, he saw stars. Finally.

"There. Again, please."

Sam nodded and angled his hand a bit better so that with every push in, his fingers jabbed onto Colby's prostate.

Colby's eyebrows furrowed, and he choked out another moan. He continued to rock downwards onto his friend's fingers, shocks of pleasure racing up and down his spine with every brush to his prostate. "Sam, I'm definitely going to- to cum-if you don't stop," He stuttered out between groans. He sadly whined as he was suddenly empty again.

Sam took the lube again and poured a generous amount into his hand. He took his cock into his hand, wincing as the cold lube met his burning skin. He moved his hand over his dick slowly, using all the self restraint he had not to just jerk himself off. He deemed himself ready after another two or three strokes, and pushed his jeans down a bit further. He removed Colby's hands from his legs and sat back, pulling Colby closer. He tugged the younger into a sitting position, and patted his thigh, "Cmon."

Colby's face turned scarlet, but he complied, moving so that his entrance was hovering over Sam's cock. He swallowed the lump in his throat before sinking down, slowly, onto his friend's dick. His arms wrapped around Sam's neck securely, and he buried his nose into the crook of his neck and shoulder.

Sam bit his lip, mumbling, "It's tight." He placed his hands on Colby's hips, guiding him down until he bottomed out, his entire form shaking. "Colby," He muttered, one hand going to stroke the back of the brunette's head, the other stroking the small of his back soothingly, "Are you okay?"

Colby nodded, a dull ache in his backside."It's just a bit new- big. It kinda hurts."

Sam removed his hand from Colby's hand, resting it back on his hip, and continued to rub small circles on his back. After another moment, Colby sighed, "I'm okay."

They started slow, Colby moving his hips in downward circles at his own pace, and Sam staying still until he was sure it was okay to go on. Colby whimpered, stopping his movements for a second, adjusting his hips and suddenly slamming down onto Sam's cock. Sam spluttered, moaning a bit surprisedly, gripping Colby's thighs in a bruising hold. 'Must've been looking for that spot,' Sam thought to himself, finally starting to thrust upwards to meet Colby's erratic movements.

Colby huffed. He pulled off Sam, falling back onto the bed and spreading his legs. Sam stared at him dumbly and he rolled his eyes, "Come on, then. Fuck me."

Sam wasted not another second before he was pushing Colby's thighs up and pushing his dick past the tight ring of muscle again. He moved sloppily until he found Colby's prostate again, and thrusted forward hard and fast, deeper and deeper until his thighs met the other's ass.

What started out gentle quickly turned into nothing but an all out rough fuck. Colby was moaning 'yes, yes, yes' with every thrust, which only encouraged Sam further, alternating between slow, hard, and fast movements. Colby shakily wrapped his hand around his cock, jerking himself off with messy movements, his legs trembling.

Sam admired the way his cock disappeared and reappeared inside of Colby's- gorgeous, he would say -ass. He reached up, stroking a hand over Colby's cheek, who in turn looked at him with full blown, confused eyes. He dived in, kissing his messily, tongued melding and teeth accidentally clicking, to which they laughed at through guttural moans and groans.

Colby's hand began to move faster, and he moved away from the kiss reluctantly, "I'm so-so/ c-close." He felt Sam's thrusts fade for a moment before he was moving again, faster and harder, right into the bundle of nerves that was absolutely driving Colby mad. He brushed his thumb over the head of his cock, letting out louder and louder sounds.

Sam occupied his mouth with Colby's neck once again, kissing and nipping and sucking bruises into the skin, making Colby squirm delightfully. It took one more thrust into his prostate, one more nip at his collar, and one more stroke of his hand before Colby was cumming over his stomach, tossing his head back and nearly screaming, "Fuck, Sam!"

Sam shuddered at his name, beginning to thrust wildly into Colby who clenched around him and tiredly met his thrusts, urging him to the edge. Finally, he stilled, spilling into the boy with a loud groan and a praise of, "Colby, you're so good. Fuck, you're amazing." He slowly pulled up, smiling at Colby who whined in response, before flopping on top of him.

Colby weaved his hands through blonde hair, wrapping his legs around Sam's waist. Sam places gentle kisses on Colby's collar, dancing his fingers across his sides, making him squirm. They laid together in the post-orgasm glow, their heavy breathing steadying and heart beats returning to normal.

Sam moved first, leaning up to look at Colby. He brought himself down, kissing Colby like he seemed to always do after these encounters. Slowly, gently, and passionately. Colby's thumb stroked over his cheek before they parted.

Sambstared down at him again, looking from his kiss bitten lips to his his red cheeks and finally into his warmly brown eyes.

Colby just smiled and Sam swore for this first time he felt a tug at his heart.

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When Colby woke up, he felt like he was wrapped in pure warmth. He sighed, wiggling closer to the source. He felt arms squeezing him affectionately, pulling him even closer. That's when he opened his eyes. His face was buried into Sam's shoulder and his boxers had found their way back onto him. He pushed himself away from Sam, albeit unwillingly, and looked at his sleeping face. He looked happy and peaceful. Cute, too. Colby smiled a bit sadly and got out from his friend's embrace without waking him.

He stood, with mild pain in his hips, tugged his shirt back on, and walked into the lounge. He flopped immediately onto the sofa. Bad idea. An ache ran up his backside, and he whimpered. He rubbed at his lower back, looking up as Sam entered with a yawn.

"Good morning.." He muttered, shyly smiling at his flatmate. Sam hummed in response.

"Coffee?" He asked and Colby nodded, standing up and following him to the kitchen. Once the coffee was readily in the maker, and brewing, Sam mumbled a bit embarrassedly, "So, um...how do you feel today?"

Colby glared at him, "It hurts."

Sam laughed quietly and Colby joined in with his own giggles. "I'm sorry," Sam said sheepishly.

"You are forgiven."

They drank the hot liquid in fair silence and then decided on, obviously, cereal for breakfast, which they ate together in the lounge, some show they were semi engrossed in on the TV. Colby's eyes landed on the mess of cups and the near empty bottle of alcohol on the table. He swallowed thickly, thinking about Katrina.

He really did like her. She was nice and she cared about him. She cared about Sam. She was such a pure and genuine girl and he just had sex with her boyfriend. He felt guilty agreeing to the deal, but he couldn't bring himself to do the right thing.

He liked Sam. He really liked Sam. And with the loving touches and kisses he received when they were tangled together only made things worse. He knew Sam didn't mean for them to be so full of love. Colby's heart sank and he sadly thought, Maybe he was imagining Kat.

(He wasn't.)

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Katrina came by that day and immediately pulled up her shirt when she saw Colby. There was a nice bruise forming on her side from where he threw the binder at her. Colby couldn't help but snicker.

"I'm sorry, Kat." He apologized, sincerity in his voice even though he was giggling. She pouted at him and he brought her into a gentle hug. She beamed happily, hugging him back with a tight squeeze. She stepped back, and reached up to pat his head. Momentarily, Colby thought she reminded him of his mum.

Later that day, when he voiced this thought, Kat cooed.

"That's so cute! Does that make Sam your daddy?"

Both Sam and Colby turned bright red and looked at each other.

"Definitely not."

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Katrina pointed out the love bites again.

Colby covered them with his hand. "Yeah. Things worked out." He really didn't want to talk about them. Especially not with Kat. Not with the girlfriend of their source. She took a hint and just smiled, continuing with other conversation, oblivious to the rising tension between Colby and Sam.

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Sam showed Katrina to the door when she left, looking more than sad when he returned. Colby's stomach dropped.

"Oh no..." He whispered, "What happened?"

"She didn't break up with me," He said, and Colby was almost disappointed. "She just called off some dinner plans we had in a few weeks. Turns out because of a schedule mishap, she's totally booked. It took me forever to even get reservations honestly! It's an expensive and busy place and I don't know, I was excited-"

"Um, I'll go." Colby suddenly said. He quickly continued, "Not like a date. Just so your reservations and work don't go to waste, and stuff...and you'll get to try the restaurant out and you can be excited about it and maybe you can judge it and see if it's good for another time, like, if you wanna go with Katrina or-"

"Colby." Sam cut his ramblings off and he blushed from ear to ear. Sam smiled, "Thank you. Of course we can go! It'll be just as fun."

Colby perked up.

He said it wasn't a date, but he definitely had a date with Sam.