Solby 1Shots (+18)

sadist (II)

Top: Sam
Bottom: Colby

part two of sadist, but it makes no sense..

words being used a lot:
the brunette
his boyfriend

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The morning light filters through the curtains as Colby groggily wakes up to a sight that sends an angered jolt through his system— Sam Golbach, naked and wet, standing over him with a toothbrush in his mouth. At just the sight of him, Colby's immediately reminded of the chaos of last night, but his memory's fuzzy, the details lost in a haze of alcohol and poor decisions.

"Rise and shine," Sam says with a smirk, his wet hair dripping onto his bare skin. The sensation makes Colby shiver, and he can't help but recoil, despite the fact he can smell how clean Sam is, with his shampoo, toothpaste, and body wash.

Though his mind is as foggy as a misty morning, hangover throbbing, he still have had enough in him to summon his deep-seated hatred for him. Gritting his teeth, he growls, "Get the fuck out of my room and go put on some fucking clothes. You're getting me wet."

He barely even noticed the double-entendre he makes until Sam grins cheekily at him and teases, "Careful, darling. Your boyfriend's just outside. I thought you didn't want him to find out about us."

Colby furrows his eyebrows in both surprise and confusion. As he tries to process his words, he suddenly recalls that he had a brunch planned with his boyfriend this morning.

The realization hits him like a freight train—if Sam is in his room, and him forgetting about his boyfriend, it all means something happened that he's too hungover to recall. "The fuck? Why are you even-"

When he looks down and realizes he's similarly naked, and clench his legs to feel a familiar soreness, he gasps. "Did we fuck?" he whispered, panicked for a multitude of reasons, and terrified of his boyfriend hearing.

"Colby, what's taking so long?" his boyfriend calls out, his tone a mix of concern and irritation.

"Just a minute!" he shouts back, his mind racing.

Sam's silence speaks volumes, his smirk widening as he watches the brunette struggle to piece together the events of the night. Panic rises in Colby's chest as he hears his boyfriend knocking on the door, his voice tinged with impatience.

"Colby, we'll miss our reservation if you don't hurry up!" he calls out, sounding immensely irritated. He can't even respond as Kat's words from last night, from before he'd passed out in a fuck-drunk haze replay and echo in his mind: "Are you guys finally getting along?" and the memory sends a chill down his spine.

He scrambles out of bed, grabbing clothes and trying to get dressed as quickly as possible. "Does Kat know?" he demands from Sam, his voice a frantic whisper.

Sam's smirk doesn't falter. "Do you want her to?" he asks, clearly enjoying the brunette's panic.

Fueled by fear and anger, he hovers over Sam, pinning him down on the bed despite his blond wet hair dripping onto his sheets—something that would usually drive his OCD crazy, but right now, he doesnt care. "You're dead if she does. I swear. I'm not going to lose my best friend over a hoe like you," he threatens, his hands shaking.

Sam's eyes gleam with a sadistic delight. "Love it when you call me that, amor," he taunts, his voice dripping with malice. "And the look in your eyes right now? So sexy." He licks his lips slowly, savoring the moment. "Wanna fuck you right now just so he can hear," he whispers before leaning in to kiss the brunette.