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Bold = Calvin

Italics = Sam Hunt

-Cmoe svae me!!!!!!!!!

-Speak English, Tuesday 🚽 

-Buuuuit imm nt sfe ritnow

Shit.

-Where are you?

Calvin sent a blurry picture of a park and Sam let out a sigh of relief. It wasn't far from his apartment.

-I'm coming. Don't go anywhere.

-ikdjdk

Sam let out a frustrated groan while slipping on shoes and grabbing his car keys. Moments later, he was out the door, in his car, and driving to the park about ten blocks away.

When he arrived, he immediately saw Calvin but frowned when he noticed a few sketchy characters lurking about.

Heaving a sigh, Sam turned off his car and got out, quickly making his way to Calvin.

"There you are!" He shouted loud enough for the others to hear. "We were all starting to get worried."

He kept it plural to deter any immediate action and, to his surprise, it seemed to be working.

"SAMMMMMMM!" Calvin shouted as he stumbled to his feet. "You came!"

His words were slurred and his eyes were extremely bloodshot.

Sam wasted no time in dragging him to his car and forcibly buckling the seatbelt to at least keep Calvin in his seat.

Before Sam could pull away to walk to the driver's side of his car, Calvin grabbed his face and planted a very sloppy and wet kiss to Sam's mouth.

"Surprise!" Calvin shouted in his deep voice.

Sam narrowed his eyes before pulling away and slamming his car door shut. Taking a deep breath, he jogged to the driver's side and hopped in before locking the car doors, starting the car, and driving away like a bat out of hell.

By the time he arrived at the parking lot to their apartment complex, Calvin had managed to escape his seatbelt and was in the process of climbing into Sam's lap all while laughing like an idiot.

When his knee slipped and rammed into Sam's groin, Calvin let out a squeal of panic before going into a drunken ramble of apologies making Sam groan in annoyance.

"OKAY! I FORGIVE YOU!" He roared at the top of his lungs.

It took another five minutes to get out of the car and into the lobby. Calvin was clinging on to Sam like his life depended on it.

"Where are your keys?" Sam asked the moment they entered the elevator.

"On the kitchen counter," he slurred.

"And Tuesday?"

"My mother took him back to her house for the week. He needed SIRGERY and she offered to helps."

Sam sighed in relief. He didn't want to deal with anyone with Calvin like this.

When the elevator doors pinged open once more, Sam all but dragged Calvin to his apartment and had a silent battle of forcing him inside.

Thankfully, Calvin gave up after a short struggle before marching into Sam's apartment and declaring, "We're showering. Together."

Sam's mouth dropped open when he turned around and saw Calvin standing stark naked in his living room.

"How the...? We literally just walked in the door." He couldn't even comprehend what Calvin said.

"SHOWER TIME, SAM. TAKE OFF YOUR PJASSSSS AND JOIN ME, HUMAN!"

Sam stared at Calvin and shook his head.

Calvin didn't seem to like that and before Sam knew it, Calvin had tackled him to the floor and was already pulling off his shirt.

"Hey! Stop!" Sam shouted as he flipped onto his stomach and tried to crawl away. He was shocked when he felt Calvin's hands dip below his underwear and pulled down with a force Sam didn't know he had.

"YAS!!!!!" Calvin roared in triumph. "DAMN. You're huge!"

Sam's face lit up in embarrassment as he tried to cover himself. "Just go shower."

Calvin pouted. "NOOOOOOOOO. Let's sleep instead."

Sam gave him an exasperated look before standing and all but stomping toward his bedroom. "You get the couch."

He heard Calvin laugh before he felt himself being picked up and tossed onto his bed.

"Hey!"

Calvin ignored him and shut the bedroom door before yanking the covers back and crawling into bed. He snuggled super close to Sam before pulling the covers over their bodies and promptly falling asleep.

Sam tried, on many occasions, to escape to the couch and failed miserably. Calvin had a surprisingly strong grip on his waist and had managed to tangle their limbs in an impossible embrace.

Sam could feel every part of Calvin pressed against him. And while he might have enjoyed it had Calvin been sober, he was more than annoyed that he hadn't been drinking responsibly.

"You're a fucking idiot, Calvin." Sam muttered as he closed his eyes, trying to ignore the body pressed against his.