ATTENTION: THIS A BOYXBOY ONE SHOT. NOT A PART OF WLITSD. IT IS JUST SOMETHING FOR MY FREDDIE AND SAM FANS. READ THE STORY FOR THE REAL THEM.
What was that last sentence? Idk. Lmao. And this format is so effed up. I wrote this on my ipad on Pages and I had to go back and put lines or whatever in between bc its so effed up on here. My gawd. Lol. Sorry if its messed up. I hope y'all enjoy. I spent a lot of time on this even tho its not long. I've been sick. Lolol. Please enjoy.
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Freddie and Sam
"Thank you for dancing with me, Sam." Freddie tells Sam, smiling.
"I know how much it meant to you," Sam replies, rubbing his arm. "I also know how much you want to be with me and I thought this through and um... Meet me in room 203 in thirty minutes, okay?"
Freddie stands there for a second, surprised, shocked, flabbergasted. "Uh, sure!"
Sam sighs, hands shaking slightly. "Okay, see you then," he murmurs, walking away and towards the dance floor.
Freddie makes his way over to the table, still in shock. What does Sam mean by this? Does he want to try out being with Freddie? Maybe he wants to fool around? Maybe he wants to go all the way... wishful thinking there.
Freddie dances with his dates, but he isn't really there. He can't stop thinking about what Sam wants. Freddie knows what he wants. He wants Sam's body and ass. He also wants his heart. He's never felt this strongly for someone before and he knows he shouldn't get his hopes up, but he can't help it.
He feels so strongly for Sam.
Freddie checks the clock on a nearby wall for what feels like the twentieth time and sighs in relief. Its time to go see Sam.
He tries to find his dates, but he couldn't. He thought he saw them dancing with each other, but he didn't dare go near. If it was them, then they may ask him to dance and he needs to go to Sam.
So this leads Freddie to sneaking out of the ballroom and making his way towards the elevator. He presses the second floor button and waits semi-patiently.
The doors open and he makes his way down the hallway before turning around and heading the other way. He was so nervous that he didn't read the direction of rooms two hundred to two hundred and ten correctly.
Freddie finds the door finally and he knocks, biting his lip. The door opens and it reveals Sam standing there, rubbing the back of his calf with his foot and looking at Freddie nervously.
Freddie's eyes run over Sam's body. The latter was wearing only his button up shirt over boxers.
Freddie grits his teeth, pants slightly tightening at the sight.
Sam doesn't know how sexy he is, Freddie thought.
"Come in," Sam murmurs, opening the door wider. "Take a seat on the bed."
Only one bed for specification. Freddie makes his way towards the bed and sits, rubbing his knees.
Sam comes and sits beside the larger man. "Um, I wanted to talk to you about something."
Freddie licks his lips, his eyes flickering over Sam once again. He couldn't help it. "What is it?"
"Well, I was thinking and I know how much you like me, so I thought, 'Why not give him what he wants?'" Sam whispers, not looking at Freddie.
Freddie inhales sharply, shocked once again. "What- what do you mean?"
Sam's face reddens. "Kiss me."
