I Kissed A Boy And I Liked It! (GAY!) (0/0) (CLOSED!)

Alex squeaked at being talked too, and instead of responding, ran upstairs to his room. Alex, in general, had a really bad fear of new people, and just talking in general. His sister Hyla was trying to teach him how to do sign language to help with his anxiety so he could still communicate. Evan was upstairs, and had changed out of his feminine clothing into a pair of grey sweats and a t-shirt. He also wore a blue strip of a felt collar, which had a little cat charm on one side, and his name on the other. His mother had ordered it for him after he asked for it. After that he began to clean up his room, straightening the bed, picking up the floor, putting away laundry, stuff like that. Crystal looked at Fun. "Well go up there, knock, and ask. Evan really is very sweet, he won't get mad like some of the others would."

Evan flinched, hearing Fun. He took a breath, threw on his robe to hide the collar, and pulled the hood more around his neck to hide the collar better. He then went to the door and opened it with one hand, the other holding the robe around him. "Oh uh hi Fun…sorry. I wanted to get changed." He said softly, hoping that Fun would leave so he could be in peace. (Oh yes also Evan only cuddles his lovers and he for sure isn't going to trust Fun right off the bat due to his past experiences so ya know. Well his lovers and those he's super close with.)

Evan, concerned about the downfall expression Fun wore, opened the door wide open, the hand holding the robe falling to his side. He then remembered and quickly pulled it back together. "You can come in. I was cleaning my room a bit. You can sit on my bed, we can talk." He would have to do the rest of his chores one handed, and already this interruption was pulling him out of sub space which was a relief on it's own. "But please. Ask away." He said the last comment a bit hesitantly, as many others had asked him about it and then pushed him away. Inwardly he geared up for disapproval.

"Ah uhm…I." He took a breath. Mom had told him time and time again to always teach those who ask questions, true questions out of curiosity and not judgement. "For some reason. While at the table. I slipped into sub space." He shyly took off the robe to show the collar. "The collar is a sign of ownership to my Dom, that is. If I had one. I ordered this off line just to help me stay in sub space. I…I understand if you think it's weird or…disgusting. Vile. And other such things and I also understand if you wish to stop being friends and leave. Many others have. Such a thing isn't for everyone." He then did a quick glance around his room and did a small sigh of relief to notice that none of his little space items were left out.

Evan's face lit up. "Well yes of course! Why wouldn't I?" He said cheerfully, sitting on the bed and taking off the collar. "A true friend too! No one else would really stand up for me like that. It's comforting to know. And only my friends sit at the lunch table with me." He beamed. "That and you seem like you need a good friend, or few friends. I came from a place sorta some what like yours I'm going to assume. Friends are a great distraction and pick me up for when the days get down dark and dreary." He got up and put away the collar in his full body length mirror. It opened up to reveal a bunch of jewelry. He sighed, having been pulled out of sub space. 'Well that was quick.' He thought to himself. 'Good though. Can't be too weird.' He then turned back to Fun. "I…a submissive is someone who normally has a set of rules and someone who controls them, down sometimes to what they eat and wear. Each sub varies. Some are bratty, some aren't. And there's different aesthics, and then some subs can feel dominant too. Those people are called Switches or Middles. And anyone can be a sub or a dom. It doesn't matter." He stood there the whole time as he explained, pacing and talking away. "I know it's…a lot." He was unsure of whether to tell him about the age regression community and what dd/lg was and what not, or not. He'd wait to see how Fun reacted to all of this first.

Evan blushed a bit, seeing already in the wording that Fun used a more dominant nature to him. "Hm. Every sub needs a dom though." He said off handedly. "Anyways, a lot of people are. A lot of people at my last school knew and bullied me for it. I had to change schools because of it. It got bad. But. That's all in the past now. But back to your comment, a sub dom relationship isn't for everyone. I'm also counted as a minor in kink. Sorta. I'm 18 but a senior in high school. Me and Evelyn moved schools when we were in kindergarten so we had to do two years of it because there was a mistake in the records. And anyways, it's a lot of complications. And I do admit it is weird and difficult to understand, wanting to be controlled that much. A lot of people wish to be free. I'm glad though that you're kind and understanding." He smiled softly and then began to put away laundry.

Evan too a breath and began to explain again. "Basically any thing that turns you on outside of vanilla sex, which is like. Missionary basic breeding. Choking, hickies. There's people called masochists who are into things like knife and pain play, that is deriving sexual pleasure from being hurt. Stuff like spankings to being tied up and teased relentlessly, which brings us to rope bunnies. Who are…people who like to be tied up. Uhm, that's a lot heavier play. I'm not super into that. I won't go into what I'm into since I'd only ever share that with my lover." He said shyly. "But yeah." He said the last bit awkwardly, unsure of what else to say.

He looked at Fun and noticed his expression, and took a breath. "You look like you need a cuddle." He said shyly, sitting on the bed next to Fun. "Did I bring up dark memories? I'm terribly sorry, really I…I should've made sure you could handle such heavy information. Also, you're welcome. Now. I may not be the best cuddler but, I'm always open to them if it's to cheer up a friend whose feeling down."

Evan immediately pulled Fun into his lap, rubbing his back and petting his head, humming a soft melody. He knew how to make memories disappear. His mother wasn't the only one with magic. As he continued to him he felt Fun relax in his arms, and a wave of calmness settle between them. He pressed Fun's face into his neck. "Shh…it's okay. You're okay. You're safe now. They can't hurt you and I swear on my moms grave I won't hurt you." He even pressed the softest of kisses to Fun's forehead. A friendly butterfly kiss. But in that moment the only thought that was going through Evan's head was: 'Holy fuck am I gay. I just met him, stop thinking about kissing him and having him as my dom. Dumb lonely desperate brain.' This sort of internal dialogue continued, and he zoned out. But when he zoned out, his lips were still planted on Fun's forehead. He hadn't stopped rubbing his friends back or petting his head, though the humming did end.

Evan blushed as he zoned back in and moved his head back, with a soft smile. "You're welcome. It's what friends are for." He said with a laugh to his voice. "Sorry I zoned out for a moment." He said sheepishly, embarrassed about it.

Evan very nearly pulled Fun back in. He had to personally admit he was quite touch starved. But remembering what Fun said, he let him pull out of the cuddles. "Well you're welcome. I kinda needed a cuddle too I have to admit." He said with a soft chuckle, and then rubbed at his cheeks a bit. "Augh blush, go away. I hate the fact that I get embarrassed so easily."

(BUMP!)

Evan nodded, leaning softly on Fun as he smiled."You should just stop making me blush. My sister, lucky bastard, can't get embarrassed. Seriously it's impossible. She takes pride in all of the stupid shit she's done." He sighed. "I on the other hand get called cutie by one person, I may not even be crushing on them, even if it's a girl! And my cheeks are blooming roses. It's dumb." He pouted cutely, kicking his feet a bit in anger, crossing his arms. His rubbing of his cheeks did not remove the blush but seemed to worsen it. He then looked up and caught sight of himself in the mirror. "My hair!" And he frantically began to fix it with a comb. All around he was adorable. (I've been reading a bunch of boy love comics on Toomics so I'm gonna be drawing inspirations from that. Just a heads up.)

His cheeks got even more red. "Stop that!" He said angrily, pouting even more so in the mirror. And as he saw himself, he felt his flip side starting to regress. 'First sub space and now little space? Why can't I just be normal? Luckily Little Space is easier to play off and be normal. If I'm not too little…' He huffed and turned to Fun after setting down his comb back on his desk. "Meanie, quit it."

Evan stomped his foot angrily and sat back on the bed, pouting away. "I'm not all that cute!" He said with a huff, glowering a bit as he looked at you. "Gorgeous maybe but not cute. Alex. He's cute. I am not cute." (If you kissed him he would not reject you)