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“Ah ah ah! Sam don’t stop! Right there yes yes YES!”
Sam had his hands around sharp hip bones and was thrusting up into the air deeper into his best friend. His screaming, moaning best friend who was just a friend only a few short hours ago.
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They arrived at the club when it was in full swing. There was a huge crowd of drunk and delirious party goers on the dance floor, bodies colliding and grinding.
“This is what you dragged me out of bed for?” Sam said looking over at Colby with a grin. His best friend was so giddy with his hands clasped together in front of his smile like a 14 year old cheerleader. They had just flown back from week long trip to North Carolina tracking down the paranormal as they did frequently. Sam was looking forward to nothing more than getting to rest in his own bed but Colby had begged they go out.
“Oh come on this is amazing! We have to let loose all the spirits we probably brought back with us. And what’s better than letting them party in the afterlife?”
“Some people are looking to find peace not party.”
“I don't associate with people like that.”
The two of them made their way to the crowded bar. Sam sighed knowing the wait would be long since bartenders would obviously prioritize the girls.
“I wish i had tits.” he stated and Colby chuckled and placed a hand on his shoulder.
“You know Sammy I’m not drunk enough to wrap my head around that yet.”
After 20 minutes of waiting Sam decided to run to the bathroom. They had pregamed a little before and he figured might as well empty the tank and make room for more alcohol. When he returned he was a little caught off guard. From across the bar he could see his best friend sat in a barstool, leaning slightly on the bar and laughing with a tall bartender. He had two very large drinks in front of him and the bartender was already topping them off. He then saw Colby’s hand reach out and run along the bartenders wrist, slowly creeping up and down, visibly laughing out loud. He made his way over and stood behind him.
“What’s going on over here?” he lightheartedly mentioned. Colby turned and grinned at his best friend.
“Just getting our drinks. This is Greg he saved the day!” Colby said gesturing back to the bartender.
Greg pursed his lips and said “Uh-oh, body guard is back.”
“Body guard?” Sam questioned, and turned to Colby who just shrugged and had an 'I have no idea face' on. Colby thanked Greg for the drinks by lifting them up in his direction. Greg just nodded slightly and said “Come back next time you need a top… off.” and winked.
“What was that all about?” Sam asked Colby when they made their way to a booth closer to the dance floor.
“What?” Colby asked back.
“That guy, 'Greg',” he said with air quotes, “he was totally flirting with you.”
“So?” Colby said sipping his drink and looking down checking his phone.
“And you were flirting back?”
“I repeat, so?” Colby said looking right at Sam this time.
“I feel like this isn’t a ‘so’ moment.” Sam retorted.
Colby just shrugged again. “He came over and offered me drinks. I was thirsty. And he thought I was hot. It’s no different than if a female bartender did the same. I was just returning the favor. Who does it hurt?”
Sam sat on that for a second but eventually admitted his friend had a point. “But why’d he get so weird when I came over? Do I give off body guard energy?”
“I guess you’re just so good looking he got intimidated. We make a hot pair Mr. Samuel.” Colby teased and Sam punched him lightly in the arm. He knows he’s attractive but Colby is on a different level. He eludes sex energy. Everywhere they go girls and guys both can’t help but drool over his best friend. Usually Colby just smiles or blushes when he gets attention but tonight was different. Seeing Colby flirt back made Sam a little uneasy and he wasn’t exactly sure why.
They finished their drinks quickly and Colby offered to get them refills.
“Tell 'Griffin' I said body guard is watching. Actually, booty guard.” Sam said pointing.
“Don’t worry I’ll pass it along to 'George'.” Colby smiled as he made his way back to the bar. Sam watched as Colby slid back to the bar stool and Greg came right over as if on cue. Watched as Colby lifted up and leaned into his ear and whispered, watched as Greg waved off Colby’s credit card, and pretended he didn’t see the smile that spread across Colby’s face.
When he finally came back over he had drinks and shots.
“Why have we never pimped you out before?” Sam said analyzing all the alcohol they have to finish.
“Cause we’re stupid. Now drink bitch!” Colby cheered his shot to his best friend and threw it back, wincing as is burned down.
“Here’s to Colby Brock and that fine ass.” second shot tossed back.
“And here’s to removing ghosts from my fine ass!” third shot.
As they sat finishing the last of their drinks, Sam could see the haze starting to form over Colby’s eyes. His best friend was also starting to sway in his seat, feeling the music start to sink in rather than just hearing it.
“Dance floor?” Sam suggested and Colby perked up.
“YES!” he jumped up and started moving towards the large crowd of people. He turned and pretended to throw a lasso around Sam, and started seductively pretending to pull him in. Sam rolled his eyes and let out a laugh as he played along, pretending he was tied up and hopped over to join his best friend. The two of them started dancing to the music, increasingly feeling the effects of the alcohol sinking in.
After a few songs, they were full on hammered. Slurring words of “I freaking lurv dis songuh!” and “this place iz tha best everrrd!” and starting to get more loose with their dance moves. Sam felt small hands on his hips and he turned to see a pretty brunette moving in closer, aligning her hips with his and smiling up through long eyelashes. He smiled back and moved his hands to her waist and she moved hers up to wrap around his neck. His vision was hazy but he pulled her in close and they moved well together. He closed his eyes and pictured silver rings and chains, pictured icy blue eyes, and seductive lips always slightly open. Confusion struck and he opened his eyes again, just in time to see the girl leaning in, connecting their lips. He hesitated at first but then started to kiss her back. They made out sloppily for a few minutes before breaking apart, the girl moving her lips to his neck, nipping away at the skin.
He took this moment to recollect and remember where he was and more importantly who he was with. He turned his head slightly to look back and his eyes widened. He saw his best friend, slick with sweat, with his back pressed against Greg, grinding slowly with his eyes closed. Colby’s arms were raised and hooked together behind Greg’s head, with Greg’s lips pressed to his neck and hands running up and down his chest, sides, and hips.
Sam froze. He didn’t want to see his best friend being man handled (literally) but he couldn’t look away. He spun the brunette girl around so he could face the scene head on. He saw the way Colby’s mouth was opening and closing as moans escaped, the way his hips ground so deeply into the man behind him, the way a nipple would sneak out of his black printed cut off as hands were running up and down his body. Sam bit his lip and a picture jumped into his mind. He was where Greg was positioned, getting to feel his best friend’s movements, hear his voice letting out small moans and whines, getting to taste his slicked skin. He tried to send his mind anywhere else but it was impossible since the writhing sex symbol in front of him was too intoxicating to ignore.
Just as Sam wasn’t sure he could bare it any longer, a girl with light blonde hair and visibly fake boobs was in front of Colby, making their little duo into a trio. Colby must've felt another pair of hands on him because he slowly opened his eyes and looked down at the girl. With his eyes finally focusing, he removed one hand from behind Greg and moved it to her waist, inviting her in with a big smile. The three of them grinding together, hands moving in all directions.
Colby looked up in that moment and his eyes connected with Sam’s. He stared for a few seconds before a smile crept onto his face. He ran his tongue along his lower lip, and without breaking eye contact he raised his hand from the girl’s waist to the back of her head and pulled her in for a kiss. Sam felt his skin boil. He tried to tell himself it was from the heat of the club, or the alcohol warming him from the inside out, but he knew it wasn't true. His intoxication wouldn’t allow him to deny the truth any longer. He was littered with jealousy and all he wanted to do was claim Colby as his in front of every person at that club, hell the whole world. His hands on him, his lips, his everything connecting with Colby’s.
Sam realized him and Colby were still making eye contact. Their trance was suddenly broken and he saw a visible surprise on Colby’s face as he was spun around, and a new set of lips were on his. Greg had pulled him off the blonde and started to aggressively suck on Colby’s lips, tongue trying to force its way in. As the initial shock started to dissolve, Colby’s eyes began to flutter shut. Just as he began to lift his arms behind the man’s head he was being ripped away and pulled through the club.
“Woah woah Sam slow down! Sam?! SAM!” he finally yelled and still no response. His best friend had a vice grip on his wrist which was starting to sting. He was trying to keep up with the fast pace but just really ended up getting dragged along.
They finally reached the outside of the club and Colby felt the sting of colder air his his face. He didn’t have much time to register much as he was being shoved into the back of a cab.
Sam leaned forward, told the driver their home address and sat back, hand positioned on his lips and chin, blocking most of his face as he stared out the window. Colby was finally able to blink and get his eyes and brain to start to focus.
“Sam what’s going on, are you okay? Do you feel sick? Too drunk?” he rambled off and Sam stayed silent, just staring out the window. They sat in eerie silence for the rest of the drive.
When they arrived home, Sam got out first and slammed the door behind him. Colby paid the driver and followed his best friend to the door.
“Sam seriously what’s going on you’re scaring me?” he said as he approached. Sam was fiddling with the keys in the door, cursing under his breath. When he finally got the key to turn he threw the door open. Colby just stared for a second, still hazy but also just confused. He followed Sam inside but was instantly met with a hard shove and his back being slammed against the door now shut behind him. Colby winced at the contact and just as he went to rip into his asshole of a best friend he felt lips crash onto his. He yelped and didn’t move, frozen trying to process what was happening. Sam was kissing him, Sam’s tongue was pushing into his mouth, Sam’s hands had grabbed his wrists and plastered them on the door on either side of his head.
Just as he was starting to wrap his head around what was happening, Sam had pulled back slightly, just enough for their noses to still touch. He was breathing heavy and his eyes were blown.
“Sam I —“
“Shut up.” he said between breaths. “Yes or no?”
“What are you —“
“I said, yes or…” he grinded into Colby connecting their groins, eliciting a moan from Colby. “…or no?”
Colby stared at his friend's face, eyes darting around his features trying to find any sign of a joke or prank, but there was none. His best friend was dead serious.
“Where is this coming from?” he finally breathed out.
Sam didn’t answer and just latched his lips to Colby’s neck and started sucking. Colby arched his head up, giving him better access.
“Ah, Sam, please. I need you to talk to me I'm -ah- going crazy!”
“You really don’t understand do you?” Sam whispered, moving up from his neck to his ear, sucking the skin behind it and biting at his ear lobe. “Do you not remember what you were just doing.”
Colby remembered. He remembers dancing to the music, remembers seeing Sam dance with that girl, kissing her. Her hands on him and vice versa. He remembers large hands reach for him, feeling him all over. He remembers closing his eyes and just picturing Sam’s hands on him instead. He remembers lips connecting with the wrong blonde but his eyes connecting with the right one.
“Were you jealous?”
Same growled, biting hard at the skin behind Colby’s ear, eliciting a sharp gasp and whine from Colby.
“What if I was?” he responded, pinning both of Colby’s wrists now above his head, and using his newly free hand to reach under his shirt, tracing along his ribs and down his stomach. Colby’s breath hitched at the contact and he tried to arch his body into Sam’s, needing more physical contact. He was getting hard fast.
“Ah-ah,” Sam teased and leaned away. “Didn’t answer my question. Yes…or…no.”
“Oh god yes please!”
Sam released Colby’s wrists and gripped under his ass, lifting him in the air. Colby wrapped his legs around Sam’s waist and laced his arms around Sam’s neck. They crashed their lips together, this time both giving in.
“Ah Sam please -ah more! I need more!”
“Yes baby.”
Sam carried Colby to his Colby’s room and dropped him on the bed. In one swift motion he removed his own t-shirt and then reached for Colby’s, basically tearing it from his body.
“Hey careful that one is my favorite!” he fake protested as Sam tossed it across the room.
Colby backed up to the head board and Sam crawled on top of him. Their lips connected again.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” Colby was able to get out in between kisses. “I like this side of Sam Goldencock.” he joked.
“I like how fucking sexy Colby ‘Brock my world’ is,” which elicited a laugh from the younger boy.
“I should’ve flirted with a hot bartender sooner if I knew that’s all it took.”
In that moment he felt Sam pull on his ankles and he yelped and he was yanked aggressively down the bed, causing him to lay completely flat with Sam towering over him.
“Never again.” He said harshly.
Colby just smirked. “Yes sir.”
Sam began kissing down Colby’s chest, sucking marks as he went. Colby’s hands laced themselves in Sam’s hair, needing something to anchor him. When Sam reached the waist band of Colby’s jeans, he started sucking on the muscles there. Colby groaned and tried to arch up but was met with Sam’s hands shoving his hips down.
“Bad boys don’t get rewarded.” he threatened. “You move when I let you.” Well if Colby wasn’t rock hard before he sure is now.
Sam released Colby’s hips and started to undo his belt, still littering his stomach with a combination of kisses and bites. When he got the buckle undone he quickly shucked off Colby’s jeans, exposing his tight black boxer briefs. Colby shivered at the temperature change and then loudly groaned as Sam started to mouth over his cock still clothed.
“Sam please -ah I can’t -ah -ah, need more. Please more.” He whined pressing Sam’s head down.
“I know baby but be patient. Going to treat you so good.” He slowly lowered the hem of his underwear, just exposing the tip. He sucked at it, palming Colby’s balls which were still concealed by fabric.
“Oh my goddddd,” Colby emphasized, arching his neck and throwing his head back. If he watched was Sam was about to do he knew he’d cum instantly. He had had plenty of people suck him off before but this was completely different. This was Sam. Colby had been dreaming of this for awhile but never imagined it would happen.
Sam finally fully pulled his underwear all the way off, and chucked them somewhere in the room to join the rest of their clothes, fully exposing his best friend. Sam sat back temporarily to drink it in. He had seen his best friend naked over the years, but nothing like this. Colby, sprawled out in front of him fully exposed, knees raised on either side of Sam surrounding him, a slight blush on his cheeks creeping down his neck, chest rising and lowering with deep breaths. Colby’s eyes were tightly closed but noticing the loss of contact, he slightly opened them. They were still hazy and Sam was unsure if from the alcohol or the lust. Probably both.
He ran one hand along Colby’s thigh softly. He reached down and grabbed Colby’s hand with the other, kissing along his palm and down his wrist along his tattoos. “Hey,” he whispered, looking into Colby’s eyes.
“Hey.” Colby responded, smiling as he said it.
“One last time, yes or no?”
“Yes.”
Sam lowered himself back down and put Colby’s whole cock in his mouth in one motion, which caused the boy to jump out of his skin. He groaned, and returned his hands to Sam’s hair. Sam sucked up and down, occasionally sucking just the tip in and out, licking along the shaft. Colby was making noises he’d never imagined and was basking in them. In that moment he imagined another person getting to see his best friend in such a wrecked state and he growled. The noise caused a vibration on Colby’s dick.
“Sam I’m close!” he was some how able to get out.
“Look at me, I want to see your face as you cum.” Sam instructed
Colby finally looked down and Sam shoved his dick to the back of his throat. Colby came in that moment, gripping Sam’s hair and screaming out his name. Sam’s sucked him through it, helping him ride out his orgasm, swallowing every last drop.
As Colby’s breath started to normalize, Sam worked his way back up to his neck and nuzzled him there as he came down from the high.
“Mmmmmm” was all Colby could get out.
“Happy?” Sam said as he began to rock his hips into Colby’s. Sam’s room is right next to Colby’s. He knew the boy could go multiple rounds.
“Happy? Yes. Satisfied? No.” Colby chuckled out as he mustered up the strength to flip them.
Sam had his head and shoulders against the headboard, and Colby moved his was down to Sam’s pant line.
“My turn.” He winked.
He undid the button and zipper, lowered the pants along with Sam’s boxers.
“Sunset theme… really?” he questioned, quirking an eyebrow.
“Hey they said exposure therapy is the best way to get over fears.”
Colby just laughed and returned to what he was doing. Sam’s dick was impossibly hard and huge in his face. He was still tired from his own orgasm so he slowly lowered his lips to Sam’s dick and peppered it up and down with kisses and occasionally wrapping his tongue around it, licking long slow stripes up and down. A hand came down and cupped his cheek. He looked up and was met with such a loving face from Sam he couldn’t help but blush.
“What?” he asked still stroking Sam’s cock with his hand.
“You’re so beautiful.”
Well now he must be scarlet. He crawled back up Sam’s body and connected their lips. They just kissed slowly for a few minutes.
Colby reached into his bed side table and pulled out a tube of lube he kept there. He popped the top and Sam took it from him.
“Let me.” He sat up, still keeping Colby in his lap. He coated his fingers in the lube, warming it by rubbing them together.
He reached around and palmed Colby’s ass with one hand and aligned his fingers of his other hand at his hole. Colby wrapped his arms around Sam’s neck, and pulled him in close. Hiding his head.
“You okay?” Sam asked.
“Yeah just,” he leaned back looking into Sam’s eyes, “I’m nervous.”
“Colby Brock, infamous sex symbol god, is nervous?”
“Well yeah. It’s you. And me. It’s us. It matters.”
“I know. It matters to me too.” They sat there just looking into each others eyes. Like ice piercing into the ocean. Neither had felt more right in their lives than in this moment.
“Okay,” Colby sighed, “I’m ready.”
Sam started pushing his middle finger in and Colby hissed a little. He slowly worked him until he felt Colby loosen slightly, and added a second finger, then a third.
He then felt force on his chest as Colby shoved him down back onto the bed. Colby grabbed the lube and slathered it all over Sam’s dick. He positioned himself over it, aligning it to his hole as he moved. Panting and staring into Sam’s eyes, he began to lower himself. Sam’s thick cock was filling him inch by inch and felt impossibly stretched the more he was being entered.
“Nhnnn feel so good, filling me up Sammy.”
“Yes me too, you feel so good and tight around my cock. So good for me Colby baby.”
Colby moaned at the praise and continued to lower himself until he was completely full, sat perfectly on Sam. They stayed like that for awhile as Colby adjusted. Colby then began to move and Sam swears he saw stars. Colby was rocking back and forth, one hand on Sam’s chest stabilizing himself, the other jacking himself off. Sam moved his hands to Colby’s hips, starting to match his rocking and push even deeper.
Sam began to buck up and down, bouncing the boy on top of him. He hit a specific angle and Colby cried out and stopped his own movements but Sam continued, angling at that same location
“Ah ah ah! Sam don’t stop! Right there yes yes YES!”
Sam had his hands around sharp hip bones and was thrusting up into the air deeper into his best friend. His screaming, moaning best friend who was just a friend only a few short hours ago.
His friend who somehow brought this jealous and possessive creature out in him. His friend who was so slicked up in sweat he could barely hold him up any longer.
Colby felt the room spin as he was flipped over, Sam removing himself from inside of him.
“Woah hey what —“ he tried to get out but then he cried out and arched his head back as Sam was crashing back into him, hands gripping his hips so hard that he knows he’ll have hand-printed bruises tomorrow.
Sam lurched forward and sucked aggressively at Colby’s nipples, again making him moan out.
“Mmhmm Sam ah so good. Ah AH. Sam, Sam SAM!”
“Yeah baby keep saying my name, scream it, you’re mine you hear me? No one else’s. Mine and only mine.”
“Yes yours only yours AH SAM DON’T STOP AH! PLEASE HARDER!” Colby was begging, tears beginning to tease at his lids. He never wanted this to end but he could feel himself getting closer and closer.
Sam was fucking into Colby faster now and harder, hitting that special spot over and over.
“Sam ahh gonna cum please let me,” Colby whimpered out. Sam reached down and started to jack off his best friend. His breathes became more rapid and Sam could feel him start to clench around him.
Sam bent down and whispered into Colby’s ear, “That’s a good boy cum for me, cum from my hard cock. Cum for me and only me.” Sam shoved in one last time and Colby screamed out as he came, slathering both of their chests and stomachs. Sam followed right after, spilling into the boy as he clenched impossibly tightly around him. They road out their orgasms together. Sam lowered his forehead to meet Colbys. They stayed there, just breathing and staring into each other eyes.
Colby started to smile lazily. “Well are you happy you decided to come out tonight?” Sam leaned in and kissed him longingly.
“Ecstatic.” They stayed like that for a moment until Colby shivered, sticky from so many things.
Sam got up and went out to the bathroom. He quickly cleaned himself up and stopped in his room to grab some pajama pants and slip them on. When he returned with a wet towel, he stopped and just had to take in this scene.
Colby Brock, on his back, drifting to sleep, lips puffed and raw, hair tussled, and just looking completely fucked. Fucked from him. Colby was his.
He walked over and started cleaning him up. Colby jumped at the wetness of the towel but quickly relaxed.
After they were cleaned up Sam climbed into bed behind Colby. He pulled the boy flush against his skin.
“Hey Sam?”
“Yeah Colbs?”
“I was jealous too,” he whispered out, “Of you and that girl tonight. I was jealous.”
“That’s okay baby, we’re here now and that’s all that matters.”
Colby nestled into Sam and just breathed in his scent.
“Mine.” Colby whispered.
“Mine.”