Eight:Fucking tease

Colby;

I smile as I curled more up to Sam, slowly inching my arms around his waist, sure not to make it obvious I relapsed for the first time in probably 11 years. Or so he thinks.

I probably did it once a year from that day I fell, unfortunately for my best friend. The jokes about us being married never helped anyone.

I wanted it. I want Sam; I want him. So so bad.

I know when he says he loves me, it's more pathetic than anything. And I want it to be more than just pathogenic.

I want to be able to tell the world that I, Colby Brock, had shamelessly been in love with Sam Goldbach for our whole friendship. He was my boyfriend.

Maybe even my husband one day.

You need to add two more lines. My brain noted for me thinking like that about my so clearly straight best friend.

Why would I have to fall for Sam? Why is this my reality?

I picked up my phone and messages jhonnie quickly, just wanna tell you I'm sorry for freaking out on you, I've reflected abit and realized it wasn't you're fault. So I'm sorry.

I also saw Sam had messaged me a shit-tone of times. I looked at him.

"You wore that worried. I may have gone somewhere else, too.." I spoke, looking at Sam.

He nodded, "you are my everything," he spoke, stroking his hand through my hair.

I wish it were the same way. You are my everything. I look up at him with a soft smile. "You're my everything as well.... brother."

He nodded and nuzzled me. "Colby, you're acting differently. You would never storm off at a social event, even if you were upset," he said softly, kissing the top of my head.

"I just... have a lot on my mind. I was replying, and I just... thought you hated me for kissing you," I explained, my tone low as my lip quivered.

"Talk to me.. I could never hate my everything," he replied, holding me close and being all lovey, the same actions that always made me question where we stand.

Are we best friends, or are we blurring the lens of boyfriends? The fans were so certain that they were gay and secretly a thing. Something deep down I want, want it so fucking bad.

"Stop saying that.." I mutter, "If I were, you'd know what's wrong. It's clear to everyone but you.."

Sam bit his lip, "I see," he spoke, nuzzling me more. My heart beat to it as I blushed.

"Stop being so damn cute.. this is serious," I mutter, flying my head back.

Sam leaned back, blinking at me, smirking. "Colby.. are you not straight like you tell the fans?" He asked.

I slowly shook my head, "No.. no I'm not- I'm probably closer to bi-lean male or gay for simplicity."

He ruffled my hair. "You could have told me... I'd always support you. You're my everything, my best friend," he said softly, my eyes on his lips.

But I couldn't, you'd ask me how I found out and I'd have to say I fell for you and you would hate me and our friendship would be ruined.

"I was just scared.. because.." I dip off of my words as he leans in, nuzzling me.

Sam whispered in my ear, something I swore could be a dream I had. "Little tidbit for you. I may be a little bit gay.." He kissed my ear, "Your kiss awoken something."

My heart is doing laps in its cage of my body. I felt so giddy. My thoughts swayed to the cut-for-thought process, to flirty. And maybe have a chance side.

I smirk, "I see. I could do a lot more than that." I hum and wack him with a pillow, being playful.

He laughed and hit me back. We continued to tussle for a bit until he was above me, pinning my wrists down. "Ha, I win," he said proudly.

I smirk and flip him under. "No, I do, cutie," I smirk wider at him as Jake walks in.

"Woah. Close the door next time you two are planning to fuck" Jake said, wide eyes.

"Like you and Jhonnie haven't," Sam said, really flustered and pretty. "And it's not what it looks like we wore play fighting."

Jake laughed, "It looks like Colby could just devour you, Sam," he teased.

I hum, I could if Sam wanted me to. Simply devour him.

"I could, and I might just do that," I said in my voice, darling, as I looked into Sam's innocent blue eyes, hungry for him.

Sam became more flustered, "C-colby!" He stammered.

"I'll leave you two lovers, birds be," Jake said, not telling us what he needed to. As he slowly backed out, closing the door, we could hear footprints going to Jake's room.

"Yes, baby?" I flirted, outing more forehead on his lips, inches apart.

He hummed, "You're waking something alright," he spoke, hand latching on my cheek as our lips collided.

I intently took dominance, kissing him - lips fit like a puzzle piece. My hands move to his waist as I soft grinder on him, testing the waters and hearing little noises.

I pull back, "you like that hm?" I tease.

He nods, "what are we doing.." Sam asked.

"I don't know about you, but I think.. I may end up fucking my bestfriend" I mutter kissing  Sam's neck.

Sam blushes and looks off, "c.. Colby," he whined airly.

"I need consent," I spoke softly.

He went quiet as if debating. He was for a long time before he kissed me again, flipping it so he was straddling my waist.

I was semi-turned on - I knew this was bad. But I didn't care; Sam had turned me on so many times before.

"Maybe another time Colbs. I gotta go edit the music video," he teased, running his hand off my cheek, "just wanted to make sure we're good."

"More than you fuckin tese," I grumble lowly.

You fucking tease.

Sam got off of me and left my room. Closing the door, I heard him walk away.

I bit my lip and looked down, seeing I was turned on a lot by just that, "God damn it.. now I have to fix that," I muttered softly.-Well some spice.