We'll Be Okay [Solby]

Chapter 11

Colby had always joked that he had no body hair on his upper body. Sam knew it wasn't a lie, he'd seen Colby half dressed (and now naked) plenty. What he hadn't thought about was how soft the absence of coarse hair would make his skin.

He smiled softly to himself as he gently stroked Colby's arm, Colby watching him with some curiosity but mostly casual pleasure. They had paused their desperate kissing as it had quickly become clear that they could either escalate this thing they were doing (something neither of them wanted to chance), or back off. And after some thoughts about Elton in a tutu, Sam had gotten himself under control, even if every part of him begged him to plead for Colby to please touch him.

It had been some time since that now, and while Sam had some new mental porn for later, he was okay with just being here, touching Colby. Feeling close to him. Appreciating that he was allowed to touch without having to mask it under the guise of friendship.

"What're you smiling about?" Colby asked softly, looking up at Sam.

Sam's smile stretched larger. "You," He answered.

Sam would never tire of making Colby blush. It was just so adorable to watch his usually playful, joking friend get flustered. Colby rolled from his back over to his side, closer to Sam. "Sam," He started as though he were going to continue, but stopped, just reaching up to touch Sam's face, stroking his cheek absentmindedly. Sam winced a little as his fingers traced over the bruise on his cheek. "Sorry..." Colby whispered, and Sam got the feeling that he was apologizing not just for touching the bruise, but the events that lead up to it.

"No big," Sam responded, "I'd do it again." And he would. In a heartbeat for Colby.

Colby grimaced. "You shouldn't have, dude," He whispered, guilt on his face, "I didn't want you to get hurt."

"I wasn't going to let them do it without a fight," Sam retorted, catching a glimpse of the yellowing bruises on Colby's wrists. "Someone had to tell them that they couldn't just have you, you were..." He felt emotion well up in his throat. Fuck, all the terror and anger and horrible, horrible guilt from the ordeal were rising up into his chest again. "God, Colby..."

"Sam, I'm f..."

"Goddangit Colby, if you say you're fine..." Fuck, this had been such a nice moment and here Sam was making Colby worry about him when Colby had been through so much worse...

Colby paused, considering his words. "Okay, I'm not like, 100% right now, obviously..." He conceded, "But like..." He reached for Sam's hand, gripping it lightly with his own. "You've been so worried about me that like..." He paused for a moment, before asking, "How are you doing, Sam?"

Sam blinked, before shrugging, trying to pass it off casual. "I'm fine, dude. A little bruised but pretty much okay." He didn't want to worry Colby.

Colby was looking at him, not at all convinced. "Sure..." He looked away for a moment, and Sam watched thoughts pass over his face. "I was just thinking about it because... So like... during the..." He took a shuddering breath, "While you were tied down and watching..." Sam nodded, letting Colby know that he knew what Colby was talking about without Colby having to say it. Colby nodded back gratefully.

"So... my brain did something really weird," Colby admitted. "So like... during the first part where he was..." His words faltered and he pointed weakly at his mouth. Sam nodded his understanding again. When the guy had been shoving his dick down Colby's throat... "I kinda like, so..." he was looking at his hands, fidgeting with his fingers, looking like he was still looking for the rings that had been taken when he was.

Sam tried to recall what Colby was talking about, and almost instantly remembered; vacant face, body passive as Colby's empty eyes stared at him and Sam couldn't get to him, couldn't stop the violation that was happening... he mentally shook himself, trying to focus on Colby here and now; safe.