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Sam was at a halloween party.
Grian and Taurtis had stayed home, preferring to watch a movie in their dorm than going out and partying.
Sam had been invited to the party by his friend Coolment, who he had met through a mutual class.
It was a halloween party, so obviously he had to match with his friend.
Sam was rocking a faux set of cat ears, stuck onto a headband that mildly annoyed him, but he ignored it.
He knocked on the door of a house belonging to gord-knows-who.
Coolment opened it, greeting him with a sharp-toothed grin. He was dressed to compliment Sam, with white bunny ears peeking out from his mint-colored hair.
Almost as soon as he stepped inside, Sam was met with the strong smell of marijuana.
After closing the door behind them, Coolment led Sam through the house.
Various people around him were sipping from solo cups and dancing enthusiastically to music.
Sam almost found himself getting overwhelmed by the music blaring around him.
The heat of Coolment slipping his hand into Sam's made him come back to reality.
"Do you wanna learn a cool trick?" Coolment's voice found its way into his ears.
Sam was always one to try to impress the others, so he nodded. The two of them ended up sitting on a couch, with Coolment holding a joint in his hand.
Coolment had explained the trick to him. It was called shotgunning. Basically, Coolment would inhale the smoke directly from the joint, then kiss Sam and transfer the smoke to him.
Sam was intrigued by the prospect, thinking about ways to use this with his boyfriends later.
Coolment took a draw from the joint, holding it for a moment. He then raised his hand and beckoned Sam to lean in.
Sam did so, eyes widening slightly at the feeling of Coolment's lips pressing against his. He closed his eyes, inhaling the smoke his friend blew into his mouth.
Coolment pulled away, leaving Sam with a pout on his face. Sam blew out, opening his eyes to the sight of Coolment smirking at him.
"Thoughts?"
Sam felt like he was floating. The buzz of the weed was clouding his head as if the smoke from the joint had been blown directly into his brain.
"That was hot as fuck."
Coolment grinned. "Glad to be of service."
They spent the next portion of the night passing the joint back and forth.
With his head filled with clouds, Sam found himself drawn to Coolment.
He moved closer.
Coolment had such a nice face, when you really took a look at it.
Sam reached his hand up, taking Coolment's chin into his grasp.
He held him gently as he leaned in, pressing a kiss to the mint haired man's lips.
Sam couldn't tell if the room was getting hot or if it was just him. Coolment returned the kiss, a smirk present on his face as he did so.
Eventually, they pulled away.
Sam shifted so his head was resting on Coolment's shoulder.
The two of them sat there for a good while, chatting softly.
Eventually the topic of roommates came up.
Coolment's previous roommate had been a real asshole, making him inclined to find a new dorm.
Sam was quiet for a moment, fidgeting with Coolment's tail as he thought.
"We have an open bed, if you'd like."
Coolment hummed. "Would your boyfriends be alright with you bringing a stranger home?"
Sam laughed at Coolment's suggestive tone.
"They've usually been fine with me bringing people home, as long as there's no STDs involved and we're clothed in the living room."
The details of Sam's words made Coolment believe that had happened many times before.
"Trust me, I have no plans to show my dick to your boyfriends."
Sam grinned. "Am I included in that?"
"You'd be lucky to see my dick, keep dreaming."
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The party was dying down, and so was Sam.
He was nearly asleep where he stood, with Coolment pulling him along.
Sam needed to get back to his dorm, and Coolment was determined to make that happen.
After a lot of whining and a lot of pulling, Coolment deposited a half-asleep Sam at the door of his dorm.
Coolment knocked, then walked off to find his own dorm.
It took a moment, as the two of them had barely heard the knocking over their movie, but Grian and Taurtis opened the door.
Grian sighed, but stepped outside to lift Sam from his legs, while Taurtis would lift under his arms.
This wasn't the first time Sam had been deposited unconscious on their doorstep.
While Sam loved to party, he got tired easily. Especially when inebriated.
At least this time he was fully clothed, Sam had a habit of losing his shoes and shirts while out and about.
He was dropped into his bed and tucked in by his (way too tolerant of his bullshit) boyfriends.
Grian and Taurtis returned to their movie, with not much said other than a comment from Grian, wondering who had dropped Sam off this time.