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“Shit! GO DUDE!”
“Where am I supposed to go!?”
“SOMEWHERE! JUST RUN!”
The air was thick with tension as Colby and Sam sprinted through the abandoned lot, the urgency in their movements betraying the anxiety that fueled their escape. Shadows danced across the old buildings as the pair weaved between them, desperately searching for an exit. Their breaths quickened, synchronized beats.
As they stopped on the side of a building they both hunched and caught their breath against the wall.
“Jesus Christ, they’re at every exit.”
“What do we do?! We can’t go to jail… again!”
Colby crouched down, he ran his hand across his face as he thought about a course of action, ”What about that building, the one with like a fuck ton of rooms.” He motioned to his right, the building loomed in the distance.
"We'd have to run like hell to get there without them seeing us," Sam observed, scanning their surroundings for their two missing companions, Corey and Elton. “Did the boys ditch us?”
“Probably, but they can text us when they’re gone. Are you ready to sprint?” Colby looked up at him.
“Let’s go, bro.”
In a synchronized burst of movement, they positioned themselves and, with a silent countdown, tore across the dirt field they had explored earlier. The flashlight beams of their pursuers caught them, casting fleeting shadows as they reached the building's door frame. Colby was about to head for the bottom floor when Sam grabbed his arm, pulling him up the decaying stairs. A surge of electricity passed through Colby at the touch.
They circled the upper floor, searching for hiding spots, and slipped into an open, smaller closet when the officers entered downstairs. The door clicked shut behind them, and they held their breath as the officers passed through the upstairs. Colby and Sam huddled in the confined space, their chests almost pressed together. Sam raised a finger to his lips, a silent plea for silence, as the footsteps of their pursuers echoed through the building.
When the officers seemed to have moved on, the boys let out a relieved sigh. But their relief was short-lived as one of the officers tried the closet door. Panic set in as they held their breath, awaiting arrest. To their surprise, the door was locked, and the officers assumed it had always been closed, returning to the lower level.
After a few minutes Sam hesitantly reached for the knob, turning it, but to their dismay, it was locked from both sides. Colby frustratedly combed his hands through his hair.
“No way. If I die in here bro I’m fucking haunting this place.” He shoved Sam out of the way and tugged on it dramatically. The blonde blushed lightly, getting slightly flustered when his counterpoint got upset. “God dammit.” He leaned his back against it and slid down to a sitting position.
Sam crossed his arms and leaned on the wall parallel to his. The room was small, but it was longer than it was wide, so they comfortably sat across from each other. “Don’t freak out, we’ll call Elton and he’ll come get us.” He pulled his phone from his pocket and called their friend.
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“Alright, thanks… Yeah, have fun.” He hung up and slid his phone into his back pocket. “The cops are still here, they have to wait until they’re gone to sneak back in.” Sam sighed and leaned his head back against the wall. Colby glanced at him, admiring his silhouette.
“At least we’re together” He let out a small laugh, making sure he didn't seem too excited. “No one better to be stuck in a small space. Don’t take up much room.”
“Fuck you, you’re smaller than me!” Sam looked down at him and giggled. Colby shook his hand to say not really. They both smiled.
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In the intimate confines of the closet, the conversation flowed between them, weaving through old memories and plans for the future. Eventually, both found themselves sitting against the same wall, legs crouched up, their Converse tips lightly grazing the wall in front of them.
When their conversation came to a lull, Colby leaned his head on Sam’s shoulder, yawning loudly. Both of them flushed pink at the contact. “What time is it?”
“About three AM,” Sam replied.
“Ooo” Colby said spookily, “The witching hour.” He laughed.
Sam smiled softly and rolled his eyes, “Don’t say that, you’ll invite spirits.”
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“Wanna play never have I ever?” He asked.
“Reverting back to high school, are we?” Sam smiled.
“It’ll keep me awake at least. Better than sitting in this small ass room in silence waiting for uncle Elton”
“Fine, the winner gets to post anything on the loser's twitter?” Sam smirked, ready to post the most violating picture of Colby.
“You’re on.” Colby sat up and held up his fingers. “Me first, never have I ever… dyed my hair brown.”
Sam put his index finger down, “Targeted, never have I ever been an E-boy.”
“I’m not an E-boy!”
“Bro, look at your closet and hair and tell me that again.”
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The game continued, each revelation adding a layer of intimacy to the confined space. The atmosphere shifted, a subtle undercurrent of tension mingling with shared laughter. Colby's questions ventured into more personal territory, probing the unspoken and hidden facets of their lives.
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“Alright alright.” He begrudgingly puts his finger down. “Never have I ever lost insanely bad at pong.”
“Fuck you one time!” Sam put his finger down and with the other hand face palmed, “And not my fault you and Jake fucking cheated!”
“We did not! The line was in the middle and my elbow was clearly behind it!” Colby smiled widely as he looked at Sam, laughs falling out of him.
Sam nudged him with his shoulder, “And Jake clearly moved it into the cup, but that’s whatever.” Before Colby could argue back he continued the game, “Never have I ever hooked up with a random girl at a party.”
Colby paused, not knowing how to continue.
“Put your finger down dude, I’ve seen you leave with girls. Multiple sometimes.” Sam laughed.
He exhaled loudly and lowered his head slightly, “Yeah, but I don’t hook up with them..” Colby admitted sheepishly.
“What!?” Sam turned to him, completely surprised. “What do you do with them?”
“Just talk really, I’ve made a lot of good friends actually.” He refused to look back. Not that not hooking up with girls is embarrassing, but everyone assumed that every time he left with one they would get together.
He didn’t believe him. “You’re telling me that you’ve never had sex with a single girl you’ve left a party with?”
He shrugged nonchalantly, “Just never been my type, I guess.”
Sam let out a small ‘hmph’ as he thought about his next question carefully. “What.. is your type?” He thought he knew, shorter, edgier, nice body, but if the girls he’s left with isn’t his type he didn't know who was.
The shift in their dynamic was undeniable. The lingering gazes, the shared laughter, and the confessions created an atmosphere heavy with unspoken desires.
Colby sucked in a breath. His type happened to be blonde, 5’8, and interested in exploring, oh and also a man.
“I don’t know, similar height, interested in the same shit as me, funny.”
Sam’s heart beat faster, though he didn’t really know why. “Not a certain look or anything?”
“Not really..” He was quiet for a second, thinking. “Blondes usually.” He laughed nervously.
“Ah, see I could set you up with someone.” Sam mentally face palmed, feeling embarrassed.
“Yeah right, I’ve never even seen you hug a girl.” He repositioned himself slightly, uncomfortably. “What’s your type?”
Sam looked away, “I don’t really think about it much.”
“Bullshit! Every dude thinks about it.”
“Not me!” His thoughts were racing while he thought about what he should tell him, “I don’t think we’d have the same type anyways, all things considered.”
“All things considered? What do you mean?” Colby looked at him, confused.
Sam scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, “Well um..” He closed his eyes, but the other couldn’t really see it. “I guess I should confess something to you.”
Colby turned his head slightly, “You can tell me anything man, this just better not be a prank.”
He laughed, “Trust bro, the camera died a while ago and I would not lock us in this small ass room just for a prank.” Sam clasped his fingers in front of him. “But to be so serious, I just..” He leaned his head back against the wall, “I’m gay, dude.”
His opposite paused in surprise. “Oh.” He seemed to see an opportunity reveal itself.
“...Is that a bad ‘oh’?” Sam asked nervously.
“No! No. Just surprised.” He was quietly thinking and processing, his best friend, and potential crush had just confirmed that he was also into dudes. “I guess I should say something as well if you don’t mind?”
Sam looked over at him quickly, feeling as if he knew what he was going to say. His breathing hitched. “Yeah, of course.”
“I’m also... Into dudes.” He looked down at his knees, “But I don’t know if I’m like gay gay. Just that I’ve been with girls, but I like dudes better? I don’t really know, I’ve never actually been with a guy.”
Sam held back a smile, “That’s cool man. You don’t have to label yourself.” He patted Colby’s knee comfortingly.
Colby smiled at him, finally feeling the weight be lifted off of his chest.
“So..” Sam paused, deciding if he wanted to be forward or not. “Blondes, huh?”
The brunette flushed red and he laughed nervously. “Yeah, and they also have to be super annoying but in a funny way.” He said, feeling confident for a moment. He moved his face slightly closer to his.
“That sounds a lot like someone I know..” Sam noticed the closer proximity and reciprocated the body language, keeping his hand on Colby’s knee.
“Well I mean, it's not anyone in specific, but if you’d like to set me up?” Colby said sarcastically. “I’d really appreciate it.” He glanced at Sam’s lips, barely being able to make out his features in the dark, but he wouldn’t need a light to make out Sam’s face as he’d memorized it a million times. Sam slowly moved his face towards him.
“Colby..” But before he could say anything more the brunette closed the gap between them, placing a soft kiss onto his lips. Sam immediately reciprocated it, letting himself be enveloped in Colby’s presence.
Their movements at first were slow, they didn’t want to push the boundaries of the other, but when Sam started to move his hand from Colby’s knee to his upper thigh, Colby knew he could take it further.
In the small room, it was harder to navigate, but he was able to lift himself over him and sit on his lap, leaning Sam’s head back onto the backpack behind him. He went to apologize for being too close, but Sam pulled him down into a rougher kiss, holding the back of his neck as his lips parted, allowing Colby to kiss him deeper. “We’re doing this in the middle of a fucking youtube video?” Sam said in between kisses.
“Something to fill the time.” Colby laughed softly. He traced the bottom of his waist, slipping a hand underneath his shirt and starting to trail up his torso. He moved from his lips to Sam’s neck where he sucked harshly onto his skin, leaving bruises trailing from the bottom of his jaw to his collarbone and pulling his shirt down to be able to reach more skin. Sam ran his hands through Colby’s hair as he let out small moans, lightly gripping it when Colby bit softly on his neck.
“Fuck Colby.” Sam moaned. Colby reached up and gripped his wrists, holding them above his head as he turned his attention back to his lips, kissing him again with more passion as he started to back onto him. He felt the boner underneath him and decided to take advantage of it. He put Sam’s wrists into one hand while he steadied himself by putting his other on the ground. He grinded slowly back and forth on top of him, gradually getting faster. Sam couldn’t help but open his mouth and moan with pleasure as Colby continued to kiss back and forth on his Jawline.
Sam leaned his head farther back, unable to control his body trying to get more friction with Colby. He thrusted his hips back and forth into him, biting his lip to try and be quieter. He mentally cursed himself for wearing thick jeans. As Colby went to remove his own shirt, Sam’s phone began to buzz. “Shit.. it’s probably Elton.” Colby went to stop, but Sam grabbed his hips and continued to buck them back and forth on top of him. “Please… don’t stop.” Those words sent shivers up Colby’s spine as he leaned down again, putting his head in between Sam’s head and shoulder, pushing himself down on top of him harder.
He grunted lowly and let his urges completely overtake him. He lowered his hand and broke the barrier under Sam’s pants, starting to stroke him as he continued to grind down on him. “Oh fuuck..” Sam moaned as he buried himself in Colby’s neck, kissing it sloppily. Since his hands were now free, he wrapped his arms around Colby’s torso and thrusted into his hand. Colby became gentler with his grinds while he focused on jerking Sam off. Sam bit down on his neck, hard. He fucked Colby’s hand harder until he was at his breaking point.
“Oh god, Colby…” He threw his head back as his hips became sloppy. Colby leaned into his ear, “Come on Sammy, for me.” This sent Sam over the edge as his entire body tensed, cumming into his hand and leaking onto his boxers. “Jesus Christ…” Sam tried to catch his breath and Colby held him close, kissing his shoulder softly to help calm him down. “You were fucking amazing” Sam half-whispered to him. Colby smiled and leaned back onto his lap.
He looked at the mess in front of them, but could only focus on Colby’s hard-on completely silhouetted in his black jeans. Sam looked up at him, propping himself up on his elbows. “Is it alright…” He moved his hands to his waistband, starting to pull them down. “If I help you out?” He smiled cheekily. Colby smirked down at him as he nodded. Sam motioned for him to stand as he brought himself to his knees, unbuttoning Colby’s pants in the process. Colby leaned back against the door, slipping off his boxers. Sam wasted no time, grabbing his cock and beginning to stroke it swiftly. Colby moaned, completely putting his weight against the barrier behind him. He lightly grazed his tip, changing his motions from slow to fast to slow again, to tease him.
Sam removed his hand for a moment. Colby let out a groan. “Why did you-” He was cut off by pleasure shooting through his body as Sam started to suck him off. He melted into the feeling, his hands naturally drifting into the blonde’s hair, gripping it as he bobbed back and forth. Sam instinctively steadied himself on his thighs, closing his eyes as he let Colby guide him back and forth. Steadily, Colby got deeper into his throat, getting faster with going out and in. “Fuck. You feel so good.” Sam moaned in response, sending waves through Colby’s body.
“Guys, you in here?” A loud echo shot through the building from downstairs.
Sam pulled himself off, but Colby looked down at him, “Don’t you dare stop.” He nodded, taking him in whole again. He gagged but refused to break the seal. Colby began thrusting into his mouth, biting his shirt to hold back the loud moans escaping from his mouth. Sam swivelled to and fro as Colby throat fucked him quickly, his hips beginning to stutter. “Sam.. I’m gonna cum. Fuck.” He was able to grit out. All Sam could do was try to keep the pace, digging his fingers into Colby’s thighs. With a few last thrusts, Colby came into the back of his throat. “Sam…” He groaned, his head thrown back and his hands having fistfuls of Sam’s hair.
After Colby caught his breath, Sam stood and pulled him in for one last kiss, biting down on his lip softly. They quickly cleaned themselves up as they called for their partners downstairs.
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Elton had to essentially break the door down for them to be able to get out, Corey holding the camera behind him.
“There you guys are, I called you like four times!” He helped the pair out of the closet.
“Phone died.” Sam lied.
“Jesus it smells rank in here, you guys have a fuck sesh or something?” Corey joked as he brought the lens’ closer to them.
“Yeah, definitely had a fuck sesh in that tiny ass closet.” Colby rolled his eyes, dusting himself off. Sam just smiled and started downstairs, “Come on, let's get out of here.”