#kgallner

but let’s not go too fast; colin has to be eased in. you got him a few gifts that were more on the traditional side first. the two of you were sitting on the floor of his room, criss-cross on the shag carpet.

“you know, you really didn’t have to give me anything..” colin says with a sheepish smile, fidgeting with the hem of his purple letterman jacket. you reach into a shopping bag. “oh don’t worry, it’s my pleasure—i think this warrants something special.. i got you three gifts, alright?” you pull out a large, flat, square-shaped object wrapped in polka-dotted wrapping paper. colin’s eyebrows raise a little. “a vinyl?” he guesses, looking up at you. you just shrug with a smirk, not wanting to give anything away. colin’s black-painted nails rip at the paper. he sets it to the side with a plastic crinkling sound., then gasps a bit as he looks at the vinyl itself. couldn’t wait to make him make more of those sounds later… he grins widely, making his grey-blue eyes sparkle and scrunch up. “baby, i’ve been looking for a ‘pretty odd’ vinyl forever! where’d you get this?” he says, stammering in slight astonishment. ever the pop-punk nerd, he adds “this is pretty rare to find, you know..!”

you shrug proudly. “it was a lot of searching, i’ll tell you that. but it’s one of your favorite albums, so..” you did it for him. you would have done it a million times over, even the talking with weird old collector guys part.

“i’m definitely gonna add it to my collection–thank you, baby.” colin leans over and kisses your cheek, the cool metal of his lip piercing pressing against your skin. once he leans back, his eyes look you over with affection.

“but that’s not it!” you pull another thing from the bag– a small contained cake, decorated in black frosting with white details. on the top, the words ‘happy birthday colin’ are in delicately piped cursive. colin smiles, taking it and pulling the plastic top off from the container. “it’s chocolate; i got us some forks to share it too.” you pull out two plastic forks, one for him and one for you.

“cheers,” colin jokes, tapping his utensil against yours. you share a light laugh before taking bites of the cake. you both let out a satisfied hum in the same cadence and tone– maybe you’ve been spending a bit too much time together.

“we probably shouldn’t sit on the floor.” you remark teasingly. colin shrugs and holds the cake with one hand as he moves to sit on the edge of his bed, the dark plaid blanket shifting beneath him.

now, you get to start enacting your plan..

you don’t move to sit down next to him. in fact, you get on your knees. he’s a bit too distracted with the sweet treat to notice—until you poke your head up from between his thighs. colin jumps, his pale skin immediately flushing red. “oh! i, uh— w-what are you doing down there?” he stammers, putting down the cake beside him. you laugh at the sight of him swallowing thickly. “i said i was gonna give you three gifts, right?” colin nods wordlessly. you continue, “the vinyl and the cake were only two, weren’t they?”

“yeah,” he breathes out.

you smile up at him teasingly. “this is the third.” you grin at the sight of the tent in his black jeans— guys got hard so easily, it was cute. when you look back up at him, colin looks away, embarrassed. “aww, you’re so cute..” you coo, rubbing the inside of his thigh. his brow furrows as he resists the urge to whimper, his lips pressing into a flat line. you’re just so attractive to him, and so.. powerful. it’s what turned him on the most about you, how easily you could slip into a position of control.

“you want me to touch you, baby?” you say, noticing that look on his face. it’s the one that he gets when his mind is running a million miles a minute with sonnets, soliloquies, paragraphs of worship for you— how he wants you to do anything and everything to him. his adams apple bobs in his throat. he nods, his pretty eyelashes fluttering. “i want words, baby.” you tease your hands dangerously close to where he needs you most— even though it’s over his pants, he sucks in a desperate breath. you tilt your head, looking up at him as if to say ‘i’m waiting.’

“y-yes, i.. i want you to touch me.” he stammers, looking down at you. “good boy.” you smile, fingers going to his studded belt. you run your fingers along it for a moment, trying to elongate this moment as much as possible before undoing it and pulling it from his belt loops. you toss it aside before unzipping his fly and tugging downwards. colin lets out a muffled “hmph—“, lifting his hips to make it easier. you hum, taking in the sight of his hardness through his black boxers with satisfaction.

“so hard and i haven’t even touched you yet..” you tease, booping the wet patch where his tip rubs up against his underwear, eliciting a shivery exhale from him. you love the way he tenses up. “you must be really worked up..” you whisper.

“please touch me— please..” colin says breathlessly, biting down on the side of his lower lip.

“and i didn’t even have to tell you to beg. you’re just so good, aren’t you?” you speak as if you’re speaking to a pet, just slower and more sultry. your voice was one of his biggest turn ons for you. “thank you..” he whines quietly, as if trying to stifle himself. “come on, baby, i know you can be louder than that,” you egg him on. shakily, he looks down at you. “thank you.”

“good boy.” you begin to palm him through his underwear, drawing a few hot pants from his lips. “you can be loud, you know. nobody here but us..” at your words, he lets his head lull back as he lets out soft, open-mouthed whines. “theeere we go..” you smile. your hand slowly strokes the outline of his length base to tip, base to tip, over and over. his hips move against your palm, desperate for more friction. “don’t worry, sweetheart, im gonna touch you now.” you take your hand off of him— he looks at you with a desperate, aroused heat in his eyes. the guyliner only frames them, makes them more prominent. “thank you.. thank you s-so much, baby,” he whines, his voice wavering when you pull his boxers down and expose his cock to the cool air of the room. he inhales, hands clenching and unclenching the blankets. his dick is a pale cream at the base, and gradients into a warm red at the tip, the small veins sharing that warmness. a perfect pearl of precum has accumulated at the very top, threatening to spill down him. “you’re so pretty, baby..” your hand wraps lightly around his tip as you sit up on your knees to kiss his pretty pink lips. his eyes close as he kisses you, and he shivers when you run your tongue along his piercing and began stroking him softly, going no further than halfway down his shaft. you wanted to take things slow— make it special. colin tilts his head, bringing a hand to your jaw to kiss you deeper. his rings clink together as he moves it to your cheek. he lets out little moans into the kiss, only letting go when you swipe your thumb over his tip and spread his precum over his length. his head tilts back and he shuts his eyes tight. “oh, ffffuck…” colin whines.

you lightly tap his cheek. “baby, i want you to look at me.” quickly, he opens his glassy eyes and looks down at you. you sit back on your knees, not breaking eye contact as you kitten lick his tip. he lets out a shivering moan, his eyelids fluttering. “you’re so sensitive, baby..” you whisper, looking up at him. “i love it.” you wrap your lips around his tip, letting your tongue work it for a bit. it’s his most sensitive spot— that’s clear as he grits his teeth and whines, eyebrows tilting up in pleasure. you laugh a bit around him, sending vibrations through his length, up his spine, and to hit his brain.

you sink your mouth down further onto his his cock and it turns his brain to nothing. “oh, fuckfuckfuck— please, baby, need to— aah..” colin starts and stops sentences, his brain going haywire before he can form a full thought. his hand goes to gently hold the back of your head, his many bracelets and cuffs jingling as he does so. he’s not trying to move your head or push it down, he just wants to feel you. you smile around him, closing your eyes and humming as you take more of his dick into your mouth, almost sinking to the base. “god..! that’s so g-good, baby, thank you..” he can feel your tongue working its magic, his tip grazing the back of your throat every time you bob your head— his eyes go unfocused as he lets himself feel every little thing about your mouth. his hand lovingly strokes the back of your head as he lets out a long moan. you keep working him, satisfied with how he becomes putty in your hands.

you decide to pull fully off of him, the only contact being between his tip and your tongue, flat against it. colin lets out a begging whine at the loss of contact. “pleasepleaseplease— don’t do that, i need it so bad, baby..” his voice breaks with desperation. his hips twitch, making his tip rub against your tongue— which only makes him even more desperate. you take your tongue fully off of him, a string of saliva stretching between you two, and then breaking.

you just smile, taking in the sight of colin panting and desperate, his flushed cock slick and sparkling against his stomach. he looks down at you with glassy eyes. “come on, please..”

you pretend to think, putting your hand against your chin and looking upwards. “well.. it is your birthday. and you’ve been so good..” you say teasingly, your lips letting the candy-sweet words out slowly. colin nods, breathless. “yeah, yeah— i’ll keep being good, i promise,” his voice breaks on the last word.

“yeah?” you whisper breathily and watch colin shiver as the hot air reaches his cock. he nods. “alright,” you settle. “but you have to tell me when you’re close.” colin agrees immediately, itching to feel you again. you begin to stroke him lazily and he instantly melts when you touch him. “oh, ffffuck.. feels so good— thank you— aah..” his voice goes raspy and breathy, exactly how you love it to; really, if this weren’t a gift for him, you’d be touching yourself. you could probably orgasm from the sound of him alone. “such a good boy,” you lean down and lick a long stripe from his base to his tip, eliciting a shivery “jesus christ…” from him. once you get to the tip, you begin to suck his cock again, dipping your head lower and lower until your nose grazes against the patch of hair on his abdomen. you gag a little at the feeling of him poking the back of your throat. he sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth. “oh, fuck— please don’t stop, please.. i-i’m getting close, baby— oh ffuck..” his words devolve into babbles and whines as you keep bobbing your head, aiming to bring him right up to the edge. colin’s hand clenches in your hair, not trying to pull or control, he just needs something to hold onto. he begins to get louder. you look up at him, seeing that he’s got his eyes shut tight and his jaw dropped as he keeps moaning out. his black bangs stick to his forehead a bit as he sweats from being so worked up. god, you love the sight of him…

“s-so close—“ you pull off of him, only to replace your mouth with your hand. “such a good boy.. come on, cum for me.” you coo, sitting up on your knees to kiss his neck. your offhand tangles in his black, teased hair. the mix of sensations sends colin over the edge. his eyebrows furrow upwards as he lets out a cry, white-hot pleasure shooting through his veins. tears of ecstasy escape from the sides of his eyes, making his black eyeshadow streak down his cheeks. you slow your ministration, watching as he pumps his hips into your hand, letting out multiple spurts of sticky seed. it begins to drip down your knuckles.

Getting dragged along with your mom to wherever she was going was your least favorite thing ever. It made you feel like a little kid– why couldn’t you just stay home and watch TV or something? But, as always, your mom calls the final shots, so now you’re driving to a house you’ve never been to before. Apparently this other mom is a new work friend… it’s all a groan.

The house is bright and, for lack of a better word, homey. The lighting’s warm and the walls are littered with those stereotypical ‘live, laugh, love’ and ‘don’t talk to mommy until she’s had her coffee’ signs that signal a pretty insufferable family. You stand in the foyer, letting your mom walk ahead of you to greet her friend. To the right is the open living area and to the right is a staircase up to the second floor. Scanning this place just makes you even less excited to be here than you already are..

After a very awkward greeting and a failed handshake with your mom’s new friend, you plop down on the tan-beige couch and look out at the beige-tan walls. The only thing you could really do to entertain yourself now was take out your iPod and listen to some tunes, and drown out the other mom’s yapping. Something about her anti-social son who won’t come out of his room.. Whatever. Your thumb glides over the circular button of your iPod, scrolling through songs until you get to a recent favorite; Decode by Paramore. You plug in your wired headphones, crank up the volume, and let yourself zone off to the sweet sounds of Hayley Williams…

But after a couple loops of the song, you notice a flash of movement out of the corner of your eye. You mostly notice it because it’s out of place in the almond-colored decor– the movement’s a black smudge in your peripherals. When your eyes flash over to spot what it was, you spot him.

A boy– seemingly your age, who’s peeking down the staircase and doesn’t look like he belongs here. His black, side-cut fringe nearly covers one of his grey-blue eyes that are framed by day-old eyeliner. He’s in a black band tee with a logo that you can’t read, which tells you it’s probably a heavy metal band. He’s in black, patterned pajama pants, and he’s… looking straight at you. When he notices that you’ve spotted him, he almost jumps and rushes back upstairs. This must be the.. anti social son. You adjust in your seat, sitting up a bit straighter and fiddling with your hair. If you knew there was an emo boy here, you would have dressed a little better.. Suddenly, he appears again, now a bit more dressed up. He’s in a red and black zip up hoodie over his band tee, and has put on black jeans– he seems to have teased up his hair a bit too. You take off one of your headphones

“Um, mom?” His voice is on the gentler side. “You didn’t tell me people were coming over…” His eyes snap over to you, then back at his mom. He’s fidgeting with the drawstrings hanging from his hood nervously. His mom smiles. “Oh, this is my friend’s kid! Cmon, it’s like a playdate!” Colin visibly cringes at the suggestion. “Don’t say it like that..” He grimaces, coming a bit more down the stairs– you can finally get a good look at him. You don’t realize you’re staring until he looks at you again and your gazes meet. Almost in sync, you both look down at your feet. “Um.. I’m Colin…” he starts, “...you can come upstairs, if you want.” It’s a very soft suggestion, as if he couldn’t imagine you actually accepting the offer. When you do, his eyeliner-framed eyes widen a bit. “Oh. Okay, um, just follow me.”

You get up, following him up the stairs, iPod still in hand. As he leads you up, every now and then he glances back at you– his eyes are a metal grey-blue. You almost can’t make eye contact without getting a bit flustered. He leads you into his room, and it’s exactly what you’d expect. The curtains are drawn, the light in the room coming from various warm-toned lamps and string lights. They illuminate the poster-covered walls, pictures of various emo, pop-punk, and metal band members looking over the room. His bed is slightly messy, red flannel sheets bunched up by the headboard. Colin scratches the back of his neck, he’s obviously not used to having people in his room. “Um, sit down wherever you want.” He motions to the foot of the bed. The mattress is plush as you take a seat; then, Colin notices the device in your hand. “Hey, what are you listening to?” His eyes light up with curiosity.

Normally, you’d be a little embarrassed to share your music preferences, but he seems to have good taste. “Paramore,” you admit. “Decode is, like, my favorite song right now.” With a small chuckle, Colin smiles. The movement of his lips makes you notice his piercing. “I love Paramore.” Colin replies with a shy grin. “The drummer’s insane, right?”

You perk up a bit, quickly feeling the boredom from before melt away. “Yeah, totally! And I love their heavier stuff, I wish they did more rock.”

“Do you listen to Fall Out Boy?” Colin walks to the side wall of his room, towards a record player and a shelf of vinyls.

“Sometimes,” –you look up at him,-- “why?”

“Do you want to listen to some right now..?” He holds up a vinyl sleeve. “I’ve got the vinyl for ‘From Under the Cork Tree.’” He smiles. You nod, trying to contain the excitement that's building in you. You’re sitting on a cute, shy emo boy with a good music taste’s bed and things are going well! How can you not be excited? Colin’s pale fingers work fast to put the record on the player, putting the pin down as it starts to spin. “I like this song– this one’s ‘Dance, Dance.’” He says, going to sit down next to you. Once he does, he looks at you for a moment that feels longer than it is. His eyes roam your face, going down to your neck, shoulders, and outfit. They snap back to your eyes. He looks away, tongue darting out to wet his lips and fiddle with his piercing. You can’t deny that you’re looking at his mouth..

“Did it hurt?” you blurt.

“H-Huh?” He faces you again, a bit caught off-guard.

“The piercing.” You put a finger to your own bottom lip to clarify.

“Oh.” His eyes widen. He lets out an awkward chuckle, adjusting his bangs– another nervous habit of his. “Yeah, a little. It wasn’t too bad. Healed quicker than I thought, too.”

“Cool..” You say, still looking at his lips. That only flusters him more. You notice him swallowing thickly and laugh ever so slightly. “Are you nervous?” You tilt your head at him, making straight eye contact. Like your gaze burns, he looks away and adjusts in his seat. The intensifying music doesn’t relieve the tension either.

He wipes his hands on his knees. “A little,” he admits, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a shy smile. “I don’t really… talk to people like this outside my little friend group. I just think we’re, er, clicking together well.” You notice he talks with his hands a lot. Even when he’s chipping at his black nail polish or playing with his hair, it reveals whatever feeling he’s trying to hide. Against your instincts, you grab one of his hands and put it on the mattress between you two, keeping your palm over his. He looks at you with wide puppy eyes. “Well,” you reply, “I think you’re doing pretty good at talking.” You joke a bit. Letting the comment soak for a bit, you pull away. You almost think you see his eyebrows point up in the middle, like he’s wishing you kept your hand there. “This song’s good.” Thank god you change the subject; Colin thinks that if you looked at him with those eyes any longer, he would have spontaneously combusted.

You don’t know how long you two are there– time seems to slow down as conversation flows, as you talk about everything from music to school to style to love.. You notice a lot of things about Colin. His strictly silver jewelry, the light brown color poking out at the roots of his hair, and all of his clothes and decor being either black red or purple. He notices things about you too: your preference for movies, the way you fidget when you talk about things you’re passionate about, your knack for being observant… You can’t tell if this moment has lasted a few minutes or a few hours, but halfway through the topic of movies, your mom calls you back downstairs. Silence settles over the room.

“I think I’ve gotta go..” you say, watching Colin’s face visibly drop to one that says one thing only; he doesn’t want this moment to be over. You linger by the door, also not wanting to leave… until you turn back to him. “Hand me your phone?” He does so almost immediately. Quickly typing in your number, you hand it back to him. “Call me whenever, okay?” you grin. Almost in disbelief that you enjoyed his company enough to give him your number, he nods a bit too quickly. “Totally.” He smiles.

With a small wave, you leave his room and eventually his house. On the ride home, your mom asks how it went with her new friend. Looking out the window and failing to suppress a smile, you can only say it went well.