[male reader]
[no smut]
a 22 year old guy has fallen in love with an older boy than him, and whose journey and adventures will be taken further with his soon to be boyfriend. wonder where this shall go?
[tts enabled]
[your POV] "good morning boys.. i just woken up." colby phrases his words into a sentence, his eyes scrunching up furrowed narrowly, also joining us in the kitchen. "hey man. i made some breakfast if you're hungry." i lay the the other two pancakes down on the plaid whitish dish for him. "thanks bro." i can hear a slight rebellion in his tone, a low pitched voice conveying through his mouth. "sure thing." i let a tiny chuckle escape out of my mouth, tingling blossoming in my body as i take glances at sam.
"you guys wanna go out for a walk after or something? i'm getting pretty bored in the house." sam munches on his pancake, his words coming muffled, eating it unwaveringly. i sit up from the chair in quite a disappearing second, standing up on my feet before treading upon the creaky cold floor to the windows, raising my arms forwards leaving them fully open, so the cool misty air gasps inside the house. i then misplace, facing the both boys sat down on their chairs, chucking on their food. "the pancakes are actually pretty good. thanks y/n." sam's words whangs muffled through eating, being satisfied with my cooking abilities. a grin shows widened onto my face, being content with his amusing words.
an indistinct muffled chuckle escapes out of my lips, gazing at sam cheerfully, as they both finishing eating their breakfast. i then tread over to their couch in the living room, grazing out my phone from my pocket, boredom launders over me, not knowing what to do. but the idea of going on a walk with them cheers me up definitely. i dash out of the chair i was sat, and ransacked for an outfit for today.
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pick your own choice of outfit. after i pulled my jeans on me, i mess with my own hair so it's styled differently and fluffy, knowingly that i've taken a shower straight after my slumber with sam. then i traverse my way to the living room to pack myself up with shoes from the entrance of the house. "i'm gonna get ready too then." sam muttered cunningly but playfully, with a small smirk tugging on his face shown. i observe his clear smirk on his face while booting myself up with shoes, a soft smile spiring unscathed onto my face.
[time skip]
we finally then perambulate back to their house, knowing very well that we've had a great time of our lives. we talked, laughed and so much more. we've never felt greater than just spending time together. yet, tiredness washes slightly over me from the crispy fresh air imbibing it. it reminds me of the memento of the day i went to the cafeteria at my own place. me now being so distracted by the fairly unkempt surroundings, i sense a thin presence around right above my shoulder, before it taps me on it daintily. "yo, you ok? you just spaced out." sam's soft voice rings into my ears, now slightly blushing because of it. i try hiding it by plucking it, so if it turns red it's because i pinched it.
"yeah, i'm fine. seriously." my eyebrows lift on my face quite slimly, letting him know that there's nothing seeming to be bothering me. "you sure? you can talk to me man." he claims willfully, his hand now resting on my shoulder. i walk over to the couch and take a seat on it. "i know i can, but i'm fine. i promise." my tone becomes serious, wanting to grasp his hand on mine, to hold it, but i fight the irresistible urge. "you can talk to me, you know that?" i sense a slight disappointing face expression thriving on his face, but maybe not. i can't tell because i'm not in his body experiencing his emotions. but he can always talk to me with freedom.
