A Hundred Shades Of Boy ♡ [BxBxBxB]

that's a no on the talking (!)

Colby was tall. So when he had to crane his neck all the way up to look somebody in the eyes, they were really really tall.

It didn't happen all that often. But standing in front of Luke's dad, Colby found out what it was like to feel short. It was funny, because he felt like a giant next to Luke's mom. She was a short, pretty asian lady whose default setting was speed walking. Colby had done a double take looking at the couple, then looked at Luke.

It made sense that he was so good looking, but Colby didn't think Luke was quite six feet tall. Colby had a good three or four inches on him. He supposed his dad's tallness and his mom's shortness canceled each other out and left him at average. Luke's sister, Alex, was about as tall as Luke was. Colby was pretty sure he'd heard her say she was a model.

For the first time, Colby pondered that Luke was mixed. In hindsight, it was obvious, but Colby just hadn't really thought about it. Luke looked like his dad, they had the same face structure and mouth shape, but his eye shape and clear skin looked more like his mom's and should have given his asian descent away sooner. His hair, too, was dark and smooth like his mom's.

Luke just said, "Mom, Dad, this is my friend Colby, he's new." Colby took a mental note not to forget their names. Paul and Aera, Anne if that's easier.

Colby's mouth opened, then closed. "Nice to meet you," he said to both of them, feeling self-conscious about his accent. They just smiled at him, they were really sweet. Alex was in the room with her boyfriend Matt, and those introductions were done quickly too.

Luke dragged Colby down a floor, into the basement.

"So," he said, that smirk on his face as present as ever. Colby was actually starting to believe that's just how his face looked. "Welcome."

Colby found himself nervous all of a sudden. At school, it was easy to grab Luke and shove him up against walls but this– this felt very different. This was Luke's territory, and Colby's usual confidence was gone. It left him standing there awkwardly, the tips of his fingers trembling.

Luke seemed to notice and took a few steps forward. His smirk faded, replaced by a sweeter smile. "Two options, Colby," he said softly, encouragingly. "We can talk, 'cause I barely know anything about you, or, we can make out, which we've done before a bunch. Up to you."

Colby considered that. He couldn't talk to Luke. He could barely look at Luke. Although, he wasn't hard to look at right now... that genuine kind smile, his pretty eyes, his hands wringing themselves together behind his back anticipatedly. Colby's eyes traced over Luke's face rather easily right now, actually. Yeah, he wanted to kiss him, nervousness be damned.

He placed a hand on the back of Luke's neck and pulled him towards his face. He let a few seconds pass after Luke's surprised intake of breath, then kissed him on the mouth. Colby surprised himself with the lack of resentment fueling this kiss. It was almost gentle.

He felt Luke melt into him in a completely different way. The boy made a little appreciative whine, wrapping his arms around Colby's waist. He wasn't fighting, Colby noticed, because he had nothing to fight against. He was forced to fight in their previous kisses– Colby went at him so hard, if he didn't reciprocate a bit of force Colby would've knocked them both over.

Colby liked that, but he liked this too. His hands found Luke's jaw, cradling his face, nails digging into his skin. Luke's lips were so soft and compliant like this.

When they pulled apart to breathe, Luke just had to speak. "I take it that's a no on the talking?"

And suddenly, Colby was reminded why he hated this boy. He was so annoying. Colby just made a noise of disapproval and kissed him harder. He felt Luke smile against his lips, which pissed him off even more, and they stumbled onto the couch together.