all credits to @/lordprettyflackotara on tumblr!!
smut, 18+, minors dni (this is for the sam girls and the sam girls ONLY. i promise ily colby)
One last time.
This had to be the last time he saw you.
Sam stood outside of your apartment door, staring blankly at the hideous brown paint.
How could he have never noticed how unappealing this color was before? He shook his head, forcing himself to stay on topic.
Sam could ignore the downgrade of quality of his content. He also could blissfully ignore your steady decline in your studies, even though he knew you had big dreams of running a business one day.
What Sam couldn't ignore, nor forget, was when he came home at dawn after a long night with you.
Sam never felt the need to hide when he came home around sunrise. Colby was never awake. Typically he was either in a deep slumber, or quietly editing in his room. The brunette usually never emerged from his bedroom during these hours, allowing Sam to slip in and out as he pleased.
The color from Sam's face drained as he entered their house, Colby watching TV in their living room. It wasn't the fact that Sam looked like shit that alarmed him. His blonde hair was fluffed up, courtesy of you pushing him deeper into your drenched folds. The scratches on his back were hidden by his hoodie, even though he could still feel the ghost of your nails as he rammed into you.
He awkwardly held his high top vans in his left hand, too exhausted to try to put them back on after he left your place. All of those factors were visible, sure. But what he knew would raise questions were the purple and brown marks littering his neck. Colby turned to him nonchalantly, bags hanging under his eyes. Sam calmly locked the door, trying to steer the conversation away from the obvious direction it was going.
"You good man? I never see you up this late," Sam asked, expressing genuine concern. Colby shrugged, turning down Shameless as it played on their flat screen TV. "I'm having trouble editing our new video dude. It just doesn't have your flare to it and it feels wrong. Y'know?" Colby said. Sam felt the guilt he obtained crawl into the front seat of his mind, waving at him mockingly. "I'll help you after I sleep. I'm about to crash," Sam replied. He turned towards their staircase, avoiding Colby's gaze.
The blonde thought maybe he was in the clear, before Colby's excited voice rang out. "Holy shit dude! I thought you were always coming in and out from late night runs," Colby exclaimed. Sam turned hesitantly, Colby excitedly hopping over the back of their couch. Sam watched as his best friends eyes scanned over his fresh layer of hickies. "Dude I was so worried you'd never allow yourself to get laid again. But look at you! You look like a wounded deer," Colby teased.
Sam allowed himself to stifle a laugh. "A wounded deer? What a comparison," Sam chuckled. It was almost as if the tension had diffused, Sam beginning to shove his guilt back into the backseat of his mind where it belonged. "Who's the lucky girl? I'm glad you're moving on," Colby said, playfully patting Sam's shoulder. Sam had a hard time maintaining eye contact with Colby, his mouth running dry. A lie escaped his lips before he could stop it.
"One of the girls we met at Tara's party a few weeks ago. Dont tell Tara though, I think she might freak if she found out."
Sam went to raise his closed hand, wanting to knock on your door. It was one in the afternoon on a Wednesday. He was almost sure you had class, but he needed to talk to you. He needed to call this whole thing off.
