Recover, Rebuild [Solby]

Chapter 4

"So let me get this straight," Elton had his fingers steepled together, leaning back in Colby's computer chair as Colby sat on the edge of the bed. "You and Sam have been cuddling, getting each other off, and doing fucking bondage together..."

Colby could only nod. After Elton had painstakingly pried out all the gory details of their relationship, he wasn't sure how to read the look on Elton's face. Primarily shocked disbelief, with some frustration that his friend was "such a fucking dumbass".

"And through all of this, you guys haven't kissed, so you aren't dating?" Elton reiterated.

"Not..." Colby struggled with his words for a moment. Elton perked up slightly, but Colby shook his head. "There was this one time but..." He paused and Elton gestured for him to continue. "He didn't really want it," Colby groused, looking at his hands, folded in his lap.

Elton raised an eyebrow. "You wanna give me more details on that?"

"Uh..." Colby fidgeted with his rings. "So, we all got really drunk one night..."

*

It had been the first and only time that Sam and Colby had gotten physical without their established ritual of tying Sam up first. It was after a night of drinking, when Colby had gone to bed, too drunk to continue. It felt like only a short time later there was a knock at his door, and a whine of "Colby..."

"Sam, go to bed," Colby rolled over and threw an arm over his head as he heard the door open.

"But I'm horny..." And the door closed before he felt Sam's warm and already hard body pressing against him. Colby swore he was tired, he really was, but with Sam grinding against him he really couldn't find a good reason to tell the guy no.

"Sam..." Colby groaned, burying his face in Sam's neck and inhaling his best friend's scent. He nipped lightly at the skin there as Sam pushed the blankets out from between them to try to get closer.

This was different. They had never done this without the relative safety of Sam's hands being tied. Colby was used to being the one to initiate the sexual contact, so when he felt Sam's hands grip their cocks together Colby let out a surprised noise, gasping into Sam's throat and biting down on his collarbone. It was so different to be touched when they were doing this, for Sam to be in a position to actually actively initiate... it was nice.

After initiating permission for blowjobs, Sam hadn't actively pushed for anything to chance since. And Colby didn't think much of it, because both of them had been busy exploring the new territory of blowjobs, and how much they both loved them. Colby had learned that for Sam, something about getting his dick sucked made him desperately want to suck dick. Despite Colby's initial trepidation about the act, the way it made Sam react, moaning wantonly and later almost pleading for Colby to fuck his face was definitely enough incentive to get over the idea of putting his mouth on another dude's junk.

Especially Sam's.

But while Sam had been the one to initiate the previous permissions, Colby hadn't heard anything from Sam as far as progressing in a while. Colby had admitted to himself that he wanted to fuck Sam at this point, but Sam had shown no signs of giving Colby permission to do that. It was almost painful, the degree to which Colby held himself back from saying anything because this was not about him this was never about him. This was about Sam, and helping Sam, and while it had turned into so much more for him at this point, Colby would be damned if he ever pressured Sam into anything.

But tonight, all of this was Sam's idea. Having Sam initiate something, having him initiate something within a context where he could have more control over the progression, made Colby wonder if something was going to happen tonight.