Solby Oneshot Book

Drunken Kisses

Ahhh sorry I haven't posted in awhile, I'm working on the next chapter for"just a ship" rn, but I wanted to put something quick that I've had n idea for. So enjoy!

Also this chapter has like... slight smut, idk, aggressive making out.

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A party. That's what they decided to do when they hit 13 million. (So proud of themmm) And they did. Honestly, Jake did most of the invitations, both Sam and Colby both didn't know like half of the people there.

All Sam and Colby really did was watch Jake run around their house with red solo cups and blast music in their ears.

That night Colby found himself drinking his third beverage and having taken 5 shots of straight tequila. Sam had drank his fair share as well. Colby was sprawled out on the couch thinking about his hidden feelings for his best friend. I mean it was a small crush right. Ever since him and his ex broke up he's been closer to Sam, but that was normal. They were just friends.

Sam on the other hand was running around playing games and taking shots, trying to forget Colby existed. He was his best friend, but he had this strange feeling that there was more between them, and he wanted nothing to do with that right now.

But somehow, even though the crowds of people and their massive house, they found each other. It would have been fine had Jake told them to go rest in Sam's bedroom. He said something along the lines of, "you guys are drunk, rest some more before we party." Then he pushed the two of them into Sam's room and shut the door.

Both were to drunk to understand him, and I'm sure, (ofc I'm sure) Jake wanted something to happen between them, but didn't know what to expect.

Colby started complaining about Jake being a bitch, like they were locked in the room or something. They could leave anytime they wanted to, but they didn't. And that left the future unknown. (Heheh other than to me 😈)

Colby flopped down next to Sam, who stared at Colby, his shirt ridding up his chest, his arms flung above his head, light stubble around his 'kissable' lips. At least that's what drunk Sam thought.

"Your hot." Colby said, staring into Sam's eyes. This took Sam aback. Sure Colby was normally more honest and open when he was drunk. But he had never hit on Sam. At least to the next day hungover Sam's knowledge.

"God, I would kiss you." Colby said, taking Sam even more aback. Sam was at a loss for words as Colby rolled over on top of him. Propping himself up on top of him, smirking at him. Sam didn't know what to do. So he just leaned in.

At first Colby had no response, but then the soft one sided kiss turned into a rough make out session. It started with just Colby biting at Sam's lips, then it turned into tongue, and before they knew it Colby was making his way down Sam's jaw.

(Sexual shit guys:) Colby started grinding down on Sam's crotch (I'm cringing so bad rn) struggling to find friction. He bit down along the blondes neck, leaving marks and bruises. This caused Sam to moan ever so slightly into Colby's ear, this aroused him even more. Making more love bites, and making Sam make more noises.

They would have gone farther, they would have had drunken sex, but Jake had to barge in.

"Ah shit-, sorry." He said aggressively closing the door after the split second visual of his two best friends.

Sam immediately pushed Colby off of him, somehow Jake had managed to flush away any alcohol in Sam's brain. He jumped up not listening to Colby's apologies and questions.

"Wait- Jake!" Sam said, trying to pull down his shirt and cover the hickeys at the same time. "Slow down!"

He grabbed Jake's arm and pulled him into one of the rooms off of the hallway. It was empty, some stray solo cups maybe, but nothing much.

"Jake, it was nothing. We were drunk, I thought he was a girl or something. It meant nothing, I'm straight I just-"

Jake cut him off, "Sam calm down, I don't care. If it was something, it was something and you two need to figure that out. If it wasn't anything, than it was nothing, and that isn't my business, okay? But trust me. He likes you. And if you don't figure out your feelings, you might lose him in the process."

Jake didn't let Sam speak anymore, he just left the room with a confused, list-filled Sam. Who was searching for his feelings beneath his drunken lust.

Sam eventually left the room, walking towards his own, hoping he didn't find Colby there. He peered his head through the door way to find nothing but his phone on the bed, the sheets in shambles from Sam's previous visit.

He laid on the bed and gabbed his phone. Seeing one text from Colby, apologizing for kissing him and saying it meant nothing. But Sam wasn't convinced.

He had locked his bedroom door so no strangers or Colbys could get into his room. For hours that night he racked his brain for answers on why he felt so drawn to Colby. Even after the music died and their was no voices in his house he still searched for some kind of explanation for why he enjoyed their make out session. For why he had even kissed Colby in the first place.

But eventually he gave up thinking and decided to go to sleep, hoping that the next morning he would forget, leaving only the hickeys as a reminder.

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(941 words)

Short one, but one I've had an idea for for awhile. Ima try and get the next 'just a ship' chapter out tmr, but I doubt I can do it, idk I'll figure it out. <3 sending love.

Have a good day, take care of yourself <:

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