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Solby

Colby's not really one of those car guys, like Brennen, so this brand new corvette must have been an exception to the usual. He's pretty much in love with it; it's sleek exterior and beautiful interior and just everything from the leather inside to the glossy onyx finish. It's gorgeous, which is something he never thought he'd use to describe a car, but it's damn straight the truth. He only got it a few days ago, but he really just wants to take it out for a drive. I mean, who wouldn't? A perfect car like this, it deserves to be taken out. Just for a long drive around Los Angeles, the outskirts, where there's less people. Maybe an hour or so, just because.

And of course, with Sam. Because Sam just really had to see how beautiful this car was. Almost as beatiful as Sam himself. Nothing could ever be just quite as beautiful as Sam. Colby was pretty sure that was impossible. But this car is pretty damn close, and if anyone could see how Colby views Sam, that is quite the compliment.

He's not really expecting Sam's dissapointed, or rather annoyed sigh when he gives the invitation. Mostly because he was expecting a huge smile or something. I mean, even though Sam wasn't ever into cars, like ever, that didn't mean he couldn't love this car as much as Colby.

It's not really that Sam doesn't like the car, because he does. It's pretty, and it makes Colby happy, and anything that makes Colby happy will without a doubt make Sam happy. That's kind of a given. It's just, he would much rather sit here and snog Colby to death than take a ride in some car.

Plus, if they were in the car, then that means Colby is focusing on the car. Not Sam. And that's not really a thrilling idea to Sam. In fact, that's one of the worst ways he can think of to spend a Friday evening. If he's being honest, he was looking forward to having a drink, cuddling with Colby, and then probably sucking him off. Because that makes Colby feel good, and that's what's really important.

But, he supposes, if that's the logic he's going by, then he should probably go along on this little ride. Because that's what'll make Colby happy. So maybe it wont be too bad.

After watching Colby stand there and look a little sad waiting for an answer, he is delighted to see his face light up when he smiles, and speaks,

"Of course. Sure, Colbs" he says genuinely. Colby walks over to give him a proper kiss on the lips, drags him by his hand out the door (not without the keys in hand, of course).

Sam has to admit its a nice sound, the engine coming to life with a low purr. It's a really nice car, like, really nice. The interior is very roomy, plenty of space to stretch your legs. And the console in the middle is lower, so you can lean across to the drivers side, or turn backwards, or just anything.  The seats are beyond comfortable, extremely plush and the leather is soft and sleek. It's really almost perfect. Other than one tiny thing, which is, it has stolen all of Colby's attention. That's not good at all.

Sam isn't desperate, per se, but he does like Colby's attention. He almost needs it. Almost. Because he isn't necessarily desperate. It's just when you have a boyfriend like Colby, who is gorgeous and kind and funny and adorable and just really perfect, it's understandable to want to relish in the fact that he's your boyfriend. Thats all. So maybe it is a little stupid that he's jealous of a luxury car, but not that stupid. It kind of makes sense. Kind of.

All he would have had to do is ask for Colby's attention, and the boy would have obliged. Because he loves Sam.

But Sam doesn't just want to ask, becuause he feels that it would be rude, and what kind of  boyfriend would he be if asks for Colby's attention. The boy has just gone and bought a who-knows-how-many thousands-of-dollars vehicle, he really does deserve to drive it around. He doesn't want to seem selfish by just asking for attention. That would displease Colby, he figures. And he can't do that.

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