Never Letting Go / Solby

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colby's pov
(thursday afternoon)
"i love you," i mumbled, kissing sam's head.
"i love you too," he giggled, playing with the hem of my shirt.
"the things i've done today that i never thought i would..." i laughed, sighing as i played with his soft blonde hair.
"you and me both," sam grinned. i was laid down on his bed and he was laid in between my legs, his head on my belly/chest.
"'oh, colby!'" i imitated, laughing.
"'fuck, sam!'" he hit straight back, making a deep voice.
"you've got a fat ass, what can i say?" i chuckled, putting my hands on his cheeks. the cheeks on his face.
"oh don't you worry, i know," he giggled.
"i love it when you're confident like this. you need to be more often. you have a bangin' bod, and you don't think so. you're honestly perfect, and i can guarantee i'm not the only one who thinks so. let's do a tiktok and i can prove it," i smiled, grabbing my phone.
"gosh, let me get dressed first," he giggled, standing up. he was wearing a simple pair of short shorts and a crop top, like the previous night, but in red. as he walked to his wardrobe, i honestly did get a glimpse of his fat ass. like, he was thicc.
"fuck, don't play me like that," i chuckled, coming up behind him and squeezing his ass. he squeaked and laughed, turning around and kissing me.
"stop, i need to get dressed," he pushed me away with a smile and turned back around to his wardrobe. he picked out a set of denim blue dungarees that hugged his curves and a pastel pink sweater, topped off with pastel pink thigh-high socks and pastel pink panties. he quickly changed, covering his hips and his scars as he did so. i sighed and watched, looking down at my phone to prevent me from getting a hard-on.
"why did you sigh? did i do something wrong?" he sounded deeply hurt, and i was instantly filled with regret.
"no, no, of course not baby, c'mere. i sighed because you covered your scars, and although you might not think it, they make you beautiful. but, of course if you're not comfortable showing them then you don't have to. and that's ok," i watched as he understood what i was saying, nodding. he was fully dressed, just without the makeup he insisted on wearing. ain't no complaints from me. he grabbed a small box thing and some brushes and got to work, and i just sat on my phone for 15 minutes looking for audios to use.
"i'm ready!" he giggled, bouncing over to the bed. i looked up at him and my jaw honestly dropped. he looked normal, but normal for him was utterly breathtaking, wether he intended it or not.
"what?" he wrapped his arms around himself self-consciously.
"you're so beautiful," i said quietly, resting my hand on his cheek. he blushed and i felt the heat radiate off of him. he threw himself onto me with open arms, knocking me backwards softly. i laughed and hugged him and he wrapped his arms around me tightly, his head buried deep into my shoulder.
"i love you," he giggled, rolling off of me and laying next to me.
"i love you more," i grinned, kissing him.
"let's make tiktoks!" he squealed excitedly, acting very childlike.
"c'mon then," i laughed, standing up with my hands out to help him up. he took them with a smile and got up, shaking his head to move his hair.

we ended up doing just one, but it took so many attempts. it was the scene from grease with sandy and danny.
'summer lovin', having a blast.
summer lovin', happened so fast
i met a girl, crazy for me
i met a boy, cute as can be'
obviously i was danny, and sam was sandy, and we took turns going on and off the screen, back to back. the reason it took so many attempts was because both of us kept laughing. i captioned it 'isn't my boyfriend the prettiest 🥺💞' and posted it, a grin plastered on my face. he giggled and hugged me, the scent of him filling my nostrils.
"i love you so fucking much, sammy," i laughed.
"i love you too, colbs," he giggled, the sound still so angelic to my ears.

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why does it all come down to me