Angst, fluff, and smut w/ our favorite ghost hunting boys.
No disrespect meant. I love Sam and Colby and I have every respect for whatever relationships they might have with others. Its just fun.
I always wanted to do something like this with social media pictures so I am trying my hand and it, and I hope you guys like it!
Everything in this fic (The snaps and insta post) is created by me, so I would appreciate if it wasn't reposted without credit, thank you! :)
Also, dis one is a little smut piece.
Description:Sam sends Colby an embarassing snapchat on accident, however they continue the flirtatious conversation despite Sam's aversion to ruining their friendship. What they find is a passion so much deeper than either of them had expected from one another.
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Sam tried to find some kind of entertainment within the store he was wandering through aimlessly despite there being absolutely none. He hated shopping with a passion.
He'd gone back to Kansas to see his family and his sister Alison had dragged him here because she didn't want to go alone. She owed him for this.
He was grateful for having the time to get over Kat having left him for another dude. Sam was already talking to a couple other girls through snapchat that he'd met on Instagram. They were getting pretty steamy, but that was okay since he was only ready for non-committal interactions with girls right now.
He'd been with Kat for years and he'd never experienced being single. Colby had encouraged him to just hook up for now and he'd agreed with him.
He made his way to Spencer's, walking into the store out of curiosity. He'd been in this store before as a teen, but it was always fun to look around at the various sex related items. While looking at the various stripper poles that lined the shelves, it reminded him of one of the girls he was talking to, Corina, who was a dancer.
She was adamant that she wasn't a stripper, but that she used a stripper pole to work out, and was quite good at it. The dark haired beauty had given Sam a front row seat one night that had turned into a really good night, and him doing the walk of shame back home the next morning.
Sam pulled out his phone, staring at a hot pink stripper pole, then moved to the front of the store to make sure he had service. He opened snapchat, snapping a picture of himself and writing what was on his mind.
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