Solby One Shots ✔

21.sucking eachother off

"Hey you," Colby half-whispered as he sat down on the couch in the writer's room.

Sam blushed, looking down. "Hey," he breathed.

Table read was about to start, and everyone was getting comfortable around the room. In the bustle, it was easy to find a second in which no one was looking, and Colby took advantage of this by kissing Sam quickly on the cheek. Sam's cheeks only reddened further.

"Okay, everyone, let's get started," Lorne Michaels said authoritatively.

Table read began as it did every week. Sketches were read and acted out, some to uproarious laughter and some to modest chuckles. Colby had a couple of sketches to present, and though he hoped it wasn't noticeable, Sam laughed the hardest when his sketches were read.

During the little breaks between sketches and the lulls in laughter, Colby would slip his hand over to Sam's and give it a squeeze.

Later on in the evening, long after the sketches were read out, Colby found Sam in the hall.

He looked around to make sure they were alone and took Sam's hand. "Hey! How are you?" His bright blue eyes shined in the florescent lights.

"A little tired, a little hungry, a little high. The usual. How are you?" Sam asked, biting his lip.

He and Colby had been sneaking around together for just shy of two weeks now, and he still couldn't get over the butterflies. His heart was racing just asking how Colby's day was.

"Stressed. I spent an hour reminding a group of writers I won't name that there are, in fact, still some things you can't say on television." Colby began to lead Sam to the elevator.

"What did they want to say?" Sam asked as he rubbed his thumb along Colby's.

He shuddered. "Well, let's just say there was a joke about rimming, and you definitely can't talk about that on television."

"Damn, and here I was writing a sketch about that for next week!" Sam laughed.

Colby chuckled as he pressed the elevator call button. "So," he said, looking back to Sam's eyes, "I'm free the rest of the night, and I was thinking, if you don't have anything else planned..."

"I'm all yours," Sam beamed as they stepped into the elevator.

On the way down, they stopped twice to pick up other passengers. Sam quickly released Colby's hand when the doors opened, and Colby nodded.

They walked out to the parking lot, stopping at Sam's car, which was parked closer to the building than Colby's.

Colby pushed Sam against the door, grinning mischievously.

"I- what are you doing?! Someone might see!" Sam gasped.

Colby scanned the lot quickly. "Nobody's here." He grinned again and crashed his lips against Sam's, pushing his lips apart and sliding his tongue into the other man's mouth.

Sam moaned slightly, still anxious about getting caught. He pulled back and said, "Col, I don't- I mean, I can't- what if- isn't this a bad idea?"

"Kissing you is never a bad idea," Colby said softly, then instantly blushed. "That was a lot less corny in my head, I swear."

A smile swept Sam's face. "Come on, let's go back to my place. We can order a pizza or something. I'm starving."

The time flew by, and somehow it was twenty to midnight and Colby's tongue was in Sam's mouth again. He'd somehow managed to get them both out of their t shirts.

Sam was losing his mind. Colby tasted like peppermint patties and freedom and the feeling of his fingers in Sam's hair was too much to describe.

Soon, they were both down to boxer shorts and fumbling down the apartment hall to the bedroom, still trying to maintain contact while avoiding the open door.