Amnesia

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

They'd talked for thirty more minutes last night and then realized that both of them were too tired and had had too much alcohol to even try to talk anymore.

There'd been an awkward pause as Sam started to head back to his room, and then stopped, turning back to Colby. He really didn't want to sleep alone tonight, not after everything. It felt like too much to bear if he had to be apart from Colby even though he was only a short distance away.

Colby had looked at him with soft eyes, and he didn't have to say anything for Sam to know that it was okay he follow him. They curled up underneath the old quilt the hotel room had come with and fell asleep together in the dark.

Sam was awoken the next morning by someone banging fucking pots and pans around in the little kitchenette.

He groaned and buried his face into Colby's shoulder, or he would have if Colby had been there.

Sam slowly opened his eyes and sat up, in doing so inadvertently placing one hand on Colby's side of the bed. He found that it was not yet cool, meaning Colby had gotten up not too long ago.

Reluctantly, he left the warmth of the bed and wandered out into the cabin's small living space.

It turned out the person banging pots and pans was Colby and Corey was nowhere in sight. He had his back to Sam and was humming softly to the music in his headphones, stirring something in a bowl that Sam couldn't see.

He smiled softly and crossed to the other side of the kitchen, moving so that he was in Colby's peripheral vision and could see his approach.

Colby took his headphones out and smiled at him.

"Good morning, sleepy head,"

"Good morning, asshole,"

Colby laughed, "Rude much?"

Sam pouted, "You woke me up,"

Colby was still grinning as he said, "Oh sorry,"

"You don't sound very sorry,"

"Mm well, I didn't mean to wake you. Was trying to make breakfast,"

"It's okay," Sam said, "Wasn't really mad, but I was upset when I woke up and you weren't there,"

Colby gave him a look.

Sam shook his head in reply. "No, no nothing like that, I just think-" he broke off, blushing.

Colby finally stopped fiddling with the bowl (Sam could see it had pancake mix in it) and turned to face him, grabbing Sam by the hips and pulling him in close.

"Were you disappointed because you didn't get a good morning kiss?" Colby teased.

Sam blushed harder, shit, he was so cheesy. Plus, he was sure his breath smelled and there was no way-

"You're thinking too much again," Colby, murmured, pecking Sam's lips gently. "There, is that better?"

Sam was torn between pushing Colby away and trying to lean in for another kiss. He was saved from his decision-making by the sound of Corey's door opening.

"Good morning, losers," He said, unnecessarily loudly considering it was, Sam checked the clock, 8 in the morning.

The two of them chorused "good morning" back and Sam moved surreptitiously so that he was no longer so much in Colby's space. Of course, he wasn't ashamed of what they'd done together last night. It had been one of the best moments of his life, but as Sam has mentioned before, he was selfish, and he wasn't quite ready to share this new thing between the two of them with anyone, including Corey.