We Both Go Down Together - Pt 2

Rating: PG-13 ish. It's reall not that bad, a few cases of not-so-children-friendly content.
Summary: You meet Colin at an accoustuic gig in Portland, OR.


All through “Rushmore Ruffians”, Colin was busily shuffling around the kitchen, apparently not only making tea. By the end of the song, he was making his way over to the table with a tray containing a teapot, two cups, and some biscuits. You smiled at one another, and he set the tray down on the table.

“Milk or sugar?” he asked as he poured out a cup of hot tea.

“No thank you, I like it black.”

“Fine, more sugar for me.” He put a cube in his own cup and sat down next to you. You both sipped at your tea, listening to Morissey’s painful release in his music. He slipped his arm around your shoulders and you leaned on the dip of his shoulder. The biscuits on the tray were looking more and more appetizing to you, but there was no way that you wanted to move from where you were. However, you were jostled out of your dream spot by the ringing of his phone. He let out a disgruntled sigh and got up to answer it.

“I don’t know who would be calling me,” he said on his way to the phone. You reached down to get a biscuit and secretly hoped nothing was wrong. You weren’t sure, however, if it was because you didn’t want something bad to happen to him, or if you wanted to keep him here, to yourself. You could hear him laughing in the other room, and something that sounded like a command to go to bed. He laughed again and hung up the phone. You heard him walk back into the room, where he stopped at the entrance. You looked up at him and he was just standing there, with his hands on his hips. He smiled at you seductively, and you did it back. He chuckled and walked over to the couch.

He sat back down and put his arm back around you. You were still nibbling on your biscuit when Colin reached over and took it out of your hands. You let out a little noise of protest and he popped it into his mouth. He smiled at you to show that he was only joking and you smiled back as if to say that you knew all along.

He crossed his legs and put his right hand across them and onto your left thigh-knee area. You turned to look at him and slowly moved in to kiss. Your lips met again, neither of you knowing how many times you had already done this.

When you pulled apart, you smiled again, and unfortunately the record clicked off. He sighed and got up to turn over the record.

“This is the one thing that I never quite likes about vinyl. Sides aside, if you’ll excuse the pun, nothing beats vinyl,” he said and put the needle down on side two. He stood in front of the record player for a few seconds, stretching. You couldn’t help but smile; he was getting cuter and cuter as time went on. When he turned back to face you, grinning like the cat that ate the canary, you knew you wanted to get closer to him; literally and metaphorically.

“You know,” you said taking another sip of your tea, “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. I mean, you’re adorable for sure. But, you have this thing about you that none of my previous boyfriends have had; you’re sweet, sensitive, and above all you’re eloquent. I’ve never been involved with anyone like that before.” Colin thought about this for a second, then walked over to your spot on the couch. He extended his hand out to you, and you took it. He pulled you to a standing position, leaving only an inch or two between your bodies.

“Nobody has ever said that before. Seriously, none of my girlfriends have ever been the slightest bit appreciative of my verbal prowess. You’re certainly something I’ve never had contact with before.”

“What kind of contact do you mean?” you asked with fake confusion. He only smiled and kissed you again, albeit more passionately than previous times.

“That kind of contact.” He said and stroked your hair. You made out with him for a while, just standing there, with Morrissey pouring his soul out still through the stereo.

“Let’s get out of this stuffy living room,” he said, taking your hand and leading you through the living room and up to the drape at the far end. He parted it with one sweep of his hand, revealing a door, presumably leading to a bathroom, and what appeared to be a bedroom. He led you into the bedroom and sat you down on his bed. Before you started kissing again, you took a few seconds to look around the room. The walls were covered with beautiful paintings of seascapes, lighthouses, ships, and a few portraits of unknown subjects that looked like they were from the late 1800s.

As you were kissing, again, you let Colin’s hands wander. He ran his fingers up and down your torso, occasionally sliding down your legs. He took a hold of your chest a few times, but you didn’t brush him away; this was something that you knew you wanted to do. He stopped kissing you at one point and you two were just looking at each other for a little while. You then started unbuttoning your shirt, and he did the same. He started kissing you again, letting his hands wander. You decided to get in on the hand-wandering game as well, letting yourself start to undo the fly on his pants. As one could have guessed, he started doing the same to you.

The two of you lay down in his bed, wrapped in each other’s arms, making time the best way you could.