Sam x Johnny PART 1

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by 1Lightbulbiikinnie

by 1Lightbulbiikinnie

Nobodies pov

It was a typical school day. Moggy outside, and Ms Ecklunds class was just about done with ELA. It was time for Social studies. In almost everyone's opinion, social studies was the most boring class out of their 6-8 periods. But Johnny didn't seem to be bored.. as something else was on his mind.

Sam. Tall. Funny. Cute... no! It's all Johnny could think of. Sam Sam Sam. Samuel. Johnny couldn't take his eyes off him. He wasn't gay! He couldn't be! He loved... eugh...... LOVED... girls! Totally! Inside his head everytime he thought of the whole idea of girls he felt the need to gag aloud.. but he never said that or actually gagged. It was all just in his head. Where no one could find out. Johnny and Paul were best friends from soccer, but they've been that way a long time. They've never thought about being more to each other. Not even close.

Lately though.. Paul and Johnny have been growing apart. Him and Sam.. they've been growing.. quite a bit closer.. In a totally platonic way though!

Johnnys pov

I can't wait to hang out with Sam at lunch, I like him.. I guess!... WOAH WOAH WOAH... NOT IN THAT WAY THOUGH! I can't believe I'm being so sappy and pathetic .. "get out!!" I mumble to myself..

"Huh?" Sam surprises me! I yell for a second, then realize what I'm doing and stop. "You scream like a girl Johnny." "G -GET OUT!!" I say my catchphrase before I realize I stumbled upon my very own words.. why... I usually say it in a sarcastic manner, but this time, I stuttered, and said it a bit too serious. "Woah bro chill okay.?" Sam frantically claims. I facepalm and murmur a quick apology under my breath.

"Alright! Time to pair up with partners for flash card practice !" Mrs Ecklund states enthusiastically. Me and Sam Lock eyes. His eyes are dark.. huh. Why the hell am I looking at his eyes again?!? Oh yeah partner practice. "Dude you're staring." Sam whisper yells across desks. "I-I thought we were uh having a-a contest!" I blush. Shit. Sam's eyes open wider and they glisten. Oh it's ON! I lost myself in his eyes.. it'd been 2 minutes and neither of us has blinked. Sam's face is tinted a slight pink. Huh. I think he realized it though, and looked a bit down then accidentally blinked. "NO!" An audible yell slips out from him.

Mrs Ecklund glares at him, as he tosses his shaky hand over his mouth nonchalantly. I throw out a "ha. Ha." and then Seamus does the same. I fake cough as the moment gets ruined. Moment between friends! Best buddies. Hah. I'm suddenly slapping my knee. Wait what why the hell am I slapping my knee that wasn't a joke. Guess it's reflex.

WRITTEN BY AUTHORS FRIEND BLINDLY:

(A/n : IM SORRY SHE DID NOT TELL ME SHE WAS DOING THIS IT GETS SMUTTY IM SO SO SORRY IM SO SORRY PLEZSE DONT READ TJIS..)

3 years later. 19 years old. I had broken up with Paul completely, he moved back to his home grounds in Korea. For some reason this made Sam.. happy. Very happy. He started coming more.. I mean uh, coming over more. Sometimes in school we humped each other. All the boys did that since we started middle school.. but I still like girls. Totally. Right? I haven't liked a girl for 4 years, since I met.. Sam..

My parents LOVE Sam. They think he's the most amazing person ever, better than me. They think he's my role model. Heh, sure! You could say that. This night was different, though.. At my place, my parents were away and I don't like to be lonely so I invited Sam over for the week. It was the second night. We were watching a movie on the couch and throughout it he slowly inched closer, subtle until he was laying in my arms. I didn't notice, it felt like a habit.. That feels nice. Until I felt my manhood. Shit. I shifted my hips and made it less noticeable, but Sam wouldn't notice because he was asleep anyway. Thank god.

I woke up the next morning, on top of Sam and shirt off. What the fuck.. I may have had too much of the alcohol we stole from the cabinet my parents thought I didn't know existed.I looked down to see him, eyes wide and dazed with stars in them. Below his sharp nose was a smug smirk. "Have a nice time down there?" He said. It took me a moment to look down and notice his jeans unzipped and a sweet, yet sour, sticky taste around my lips and throughout my mouth. "What.. oh, no, Sam—" I started but he brought a long, wet finger to my mouth and shushed me. "Why is it WET?" I said anyway, then he shoved his finger down my throat. Tears filled my eyes. A few moments later my throat was swollen and being pounded, but it wasn't a finger. A different long, hard thing. It pulsed down my throat, sweat, moans, groans, and whines clearly heard.

That's how the next week went. Then at school. He just about shoved me into a closet when I persuaded him to stop just for school at least. He let out a whimper and that triggered me, but I had to resist. I sent him back to class. It was so boring, that I had to daydream.

Cameras. In my house there were cameras. My parents had to check them while I was at school to see if Lola, our dog, had food while they were gone because I didn't remember.

THAT WAS WRKITTEN BY MY FRIEND WITHOUT MY CISNENT SOS PLEASE SOS I WANAN KMS PLEASE HELP DONT READ TJIS PLEASE IK ITS TOO LATE BIT DONT SHARE THIS TOABYTHINGS BDBWGSHHJSJUS DEATH