Solby One Shots ✔

35.salt,shot,lemon

"You're drunk." Colby slurred, falling off of the armrest he was originally on into Sam's lap. He couldn't even see, because his head was spinning so much. He clutched onto some fabric in front of him.

"I'm not drunk, but you are. Ow! Colby you're heavy!" Sam whined, scooting out from under Colby, so they sat side by side on the armchair. It was still squishy, and Colby seemed to have lot's more room.

"You're a little bit drunk." Colby said, breathing on Sam's face. Sam held his breathe, cringing at the strong scent of alcohol.
"Okay, a little bit." Sam admitted, leaning back on the chair.

He was a tired drunk today. Colby shifted so his knees rested sideways on Sam's thighs, and he was turned to face Sam.
"Well you need to be more drunk!" Colby said excitedly, jabbing Sam in the rib, making him squeal.

He jumped up, pushing roughly against Sam to leave and run away, making Sam whine in protest. Colby crashed into a wall, then left to run through the hall of this stranger house.

Neither knew whose house it was,Corey had invited them to the strange address, but had left a while ago. Sam and Colby were alone in a house full of unfamiliar faces, and Colby decided to become completely shit headed , because why not who cares ?

Sam sighed, resting his head on the back of the chair.
Colby came back minutes later, his hands full. He ran through the crowds of people into the corner him and Sam, found the armchair earlier which seemed to be invisible in. No one bothered the drunken American boys whom no one knew.

"What the hell are you doing?" Sam asked, examining the contents in Colby's hand. He had a very full shot glass, quarter of a lemon, and a saltshaker.

"Sam's taking a shot of tequila toniiiight." Colby sang to Sam. He plopped sideways onto the chair, his legs over Sam.

Sam watched as Colby licked the side of his left hand, and then shook too much salt onto the saliva, so that it stuck to his hand. After that he put his hand on his neck and rubbed the saliva and salt onto his skin.

"What the-"
"Okay, so you lick the salt, take a shot, then bite the lemon. Have you ever done it this way?" Colby asked, leaning against Sam's shoulder.

Sam shook his head, looking nervous. He didn't move.

"Well go on. Salt, shot, lemon." Colby insisted, pushing his neck up to Sam's face. He was supposed to lick Colby's saliva with salt off of his neck?

What the hell. Sam hesitantly licked Colby's neck, the salt being stronger than he expected. He furrowed his eyebrows, his tongue hanging out of his mouth.

"Shot, c'mon, quick!" Colby said, holding Sam's shot right to his mouth.

Colby tilted the shot glass quickly, and Sam quickly swallowed, wincing at the burning sensation. He moaned, this was horrible. Why did people do this? 'Tequila to kill ya' is what his father always said.

"Okay, where's the lemon." He said, looking around through his tears. He looked up at Colby, to see the lemon in Colby's teeth.

Colby raised his eyebrows suggestively.

Sam leaned in, his head spinning full circle. He could barely see. He leaned in all the way, biting the lemon, and making a horrible sour face.

Colby still clenched the lemon between his teeth, but it surprised Sam to notice Colby centimeters away. He pulled back, pulling the lemon out of Colby's mouth, and spitting it to the side.

As soon as he turned his head back, something grabbed the back of his head, and he was pulled back roughly to Colby.

His lips slammed against something soft and wet, and all of a sudden his lips were forced apart.

He was in a headlock when Colby forced his tongue into Sam's mouth. Sam squealed against Colby, his eyes wide, but his brain clouded over and he let Colby in, moving his mouth open.

He moved his lips against Colby, who was an expert kisser apparently.
After a few moments, Colby let Sam breath, letting go of his head.

Sam stared wide-eyed, as Colby snuggled more onto Sam's lap, curling up with his head on his shoulder. It was as if he didn't just furiously make out with him.

"Colby, what was that?" Sam asked, blinking furiously. Was he dreaming? He felt nauseous.

"Cooolbbyyyy?" Sam asked, shaking the passed out Colby. He decided to worry about his friend tomorrow, and he let his head fall onto Colby's head, drifting off into a sudden sleep like Colby.

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