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colbybrocksmolder · 5 years

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All Love - Colby Brock x Bi F Reader

TW : coming out

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Over the last year your career had taken off. You had always had a decent following for posting odd but beautiful photos of yourself and your friends, but almost exactly a year ago you met someone that would change your life.

You remember walking into the studio and watching your friend Shelby position their current model in front of the camera. He was beautiful. He had dark hair and bold eyebrows. Pouty lips. He had a very masculine body, but it was still soft. You couldn’t look away. He was wearing fishnet sleeves, listening to every instruction she gave him.

“Colby, stop smiling!” Shelby called out, scolding him for yet again breaking his pose.

“IT’S NOT MY FAULT! She’s making me nervous!” he laughed, finally breaking you out of your stare.

“Me?” you asked, laughing and walking over to your friend. She had asked you to pick up food on your way to the studio.

Shelby looked over, realizing you were in the room. “Oooo, a good time for a break anyways. Colby, I never took you as someone who got nervous around girls.”

“Feed me, don’t tease me.” Colby laughed, joining the two of you behind the camera. “And your friend……” he looked at you, waiting for you to share your name.

“Y/n” you smiled over at him.

“Your gorgeous friend Y/n was staring at me. Who would have been able to keep a straight face?” He explained, taking a bite of the food.

“Sorry.” You blushed “This shoot is stunning, Shel” you complimented, clicking through the photos she had already taken of Colby.

“You wanna hop in there?” she asked, looking between you and Colby.

“I don’t want to interrupt.” You answered, looking through more photos.

“Come on, y/n. You’ll only make it better.” Colby had smiled over at you.

You never in a million years thought this boy would end up being one of the best friends you’ve ever had.

As time went on, you two shot dozens of photo shoots together. One night he had convinced you to start a YouTube channel with him just showing the behind the scenes of being a model. The ups and downs of dealing with social media. The sometimes-ugly truth behind what the internet called beauty. This all blossomed from a video he had done talking about how he wanted his fans to understand that almost all of his photos were edited. He had been struggling to cope with some of his own body image issues and well…being Colby he wanted to help others that were also going through it.

“Leave that in.” Colby had said, watching you edit one of the videos.

“Colby, your fans already think we’re dating. Do you really think they’re going to just let this slide on by without freaking out?” You laughed, pulling back the clip to re-watch it.

*the clip*

You and Colby were posed together. His hands wrapped around your waist supporting your weight as you leaned back as far as you could. Your arms posed like you were falling.

Shelby had taken a few photos to test out the angles and the lighting and the three of you were looking them over. “Oh, god. Delete those. Colby you’ve gotta move your hands.”

The two of you had gotten back in front of the camera. “Where do you want my hands?” Colby had asked, already knowing why you were so unhappy with the photos.

“Move your right hand up and make sure it stays flat.” You instructed, leaning back to allow Shel to snap a few more photos.

“I think you’ll like these more.” She said, you and Colby joining her behind the camera.

“Oh my god, so much better.” You said, clicking through them.

Colby had slipped his arms around you from behind. “Y/n, I know you looked at those other shots and thought you looked bad.” He said, kissing your shoulder, then your shoulder blade, then moving his lips over your ribs. “But you looked beautiful. You were bent over backwards. You’re not fat. That was just your waist.” he said, kissing down to your side and then finally to the spot that had made you insecure.

You had closed your eyes and smiled. Colby always knew. He knew you better than anyone on the planet. And he knew how to settle you. To calm your worries and your insecurities. “Everyone needs one of you in their lives.” You said, feeling Colby stand back up behind you.

He had put his arms back around you and pulled you to lean back against his chest. “What’s our next pose?” he asked, moving on like he hadn’t just come to your rescue.

*end of clip*

“Dude we’re almost naked, your hands are all over me, and you kissed me multiple times. Do you really want that out on the internet?” you looked over at him, seriously asking. You always seemed more worried about his image than he did.

“I want that whole clip left in.” He answered, scooting down on the couch to lean into your side, literally shoveling handfuls of popcorn into his mouth.

“As you wish.” You plopped the clip back into the timeline, laughing at how ungraceful and dorky such a beautiful human could look. He heard you laugh and shoved a handful of popcorn into your face, the whole thing ending in a mess.

You shared more moments like that than you ever thought you would. Both of you had insecurities, but not with each other.

“I don’t like this.” Colby had said during a shoot. “I’m twisting funny and I feel like I keep sticking my stomach out and I seriously just fucking don’t like this.” You watched as he sighed, dragging his hands over his face. “I’ll be right back.”

Following him out onto the balcony of the studio, you walked to stand in front of him. “Stop” is all you said, your hands resting against his chest.

“I’m sorry” he said, his eyes closed. You could tell he was trying to break himself out of his thought process, his lips moving like he was repeating something to himself.

Your hands slowly moved down his chest, over his stomach. Your fingers gently moving back and forth over the flesh just above his jeans. “Stop flexing.”

“Y/n” he sighed, still caught up in his head. He always thought that because his body wasn’t super lean like some of his friends that it meant he looked pudgy. He hated those bottom few inches of his stomach and you happened to find them incredibly sexy.

“Colby” you said in a warning tone. “Stop flexing or I’m going to bite you.” You smirked up, seeing him finally open his eyes and look down at you.

“What the fuck?” he laughed.

“You’re still flexing.” You said, slowly moving down to bite at the soft flesh he hated most.

“How is biting me going to make me feel better?” he asked, keeping eye contact with you as your mouth neared where your hands were rested against him.

“It’s just something I’ve always wanted to do” you said, pressing a few kisses to his skin. “Every time you move to cover this up, I just want to bite it.” You pressed an open mouth kiss to one side of his belly button before biting down and dragging the skin gently with your teeth.

Colby’s gasped, his eyes never leaving yours. “I just hate it.” He said, finally relaxing and unflexing his torso.

“There you go, baby.” You said, leaving tiny love bites from one hip bone to the other and standing up. “I’m proud of you.”

The two of you walked back into the studio, you were clung to Colby’s back. “Great” Shelby said. “Now I need to cover up teeth marks.” The three of you laughing.

There were times that yours and Colby’s friendship was very physical. You had spent numerous nights loving each other’s bodies. Each other’s flaws and scars and dimples and freckles…To say you knew each other’s bodies as well as you knew your own seems fairly accurate. And while you two were unfathomably good for each other’s self-love and confidence, you weren’t in love. You loved each other, yes. You’d kill for the other. No one knew each other’s minds or bodies better than the other. Sex definitely hadn’t complicated your friendship at all…but it deepened your connection and you started to feel bad. There was one thing you had never shared with your friend and you almost felt ashamed…but the truth was, you hadn’t told a single other soul.

One morning, too early for the sun to come up, you were sleeplessly draped across Colby’s body. You had laid there with your head to his chest, hearing his heartbeat slow after indulging in a wonderful and passionate night with your friend. But now you were thinking. Overthinking. And the tears you had been holding back were slowly pooling on the warm bare chest below you.

“Y/n?” Colby’s sleepy voice rasped. You didn’t answer, hoping he’d just go back to sleep. “Baby, I can feel you shaking.” He said, his hand gently caressing your hair and then resting on your back.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, unable to truly speak.

Colby moved to sit up, pulling your naked form into his lap. “Y/n, why are you apologizing? What’s wrong?”

“I promise I trust you. I didn’t mean to keep it from you.” It felt hard to breathe. Your chest heavy with a secret you had kept for far too fucking long.

“Y/n, please. Just tell me what’s wrong.” He had never seen you break down like this and you guys had seen each other’s worst moments. He ducked his head to press kisses to your face. “Beautiful girl, why are you hurting?”

You turned your face to his, your hands distracting themselves by tracing his collarbone. “I have a secret.” You said, trying to calm your breathing. You hid your face in Colby’s neck, your fingers still tracing the beautiful lines of his body.

Colby took a second to think about how to proceed, one of his hands moving up and down your back. “You’re allowed to have secrets.” He said into your hair, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I don’t want it” you replied.

“Then give it to me” he wrapped you in his arms.

“I’m…I uh. I’m not straight” you said, your breath catching in your chest.

For a second, Colby panicked. All he could think was that you two had been physically together over a dozen times and the thought of you letting him touch your body for any reason other than WANTING him to touch you made him feel sick. “Baby, why would you let me touch you…you didn’t think you had to…Y/n I love you. I never ever wanted to force anything…”

You interrupted him the second you figured out what was going through his mind. “Colby” you said, pulling his face to look directly at yours. “No. No no no. I like girls AND boys. You never hurt me.” You pulled his lips to yours, pushing him back down on the bed.

“Jesus Christ.” He said, breaking the kiss and catching his breath. “For a second there I thought I was the worst person on the planet.”

You chuckled, laying your head back on his chest. “Don’t worry. I’ve felt that way for a while. I never meant to keep this from you.”

“You told me when you were ready” he answered, simply, like you had no reason to have worried over this for weeks.

“It’s hard being born with a secret, you know?” You felt Colby’s hand trace patterns into the naked skin of your back. “I mean, YOU never had to tell people you liked girls. Why do I have to?”

“That sounds unfair” Colby replied. You could hear his heartbeat begin to slow again, the anxiety leaving his body.

“Thank you” you whispered to the beautiful human that had continued to fend off your worries and anxieties and bad thoughts.

Colby would continue to be the best friend a girl could ask for. He sat next to you when you told your mom and literally threatened to kick your dad’s ass when that visit didn’t go as planned. He convinced Shelby to do a few lgbtqia+ photo shoots when you were afraid to ask because you hadn’t come out to anyone. He knew you wanted to and that it was important to you. He even participated in them and posed with other men. He accompanied you to your first Pride and wore the most obnoxious shirt. It was a pink tank top with “My best friend likes (cat emoji)” printed on the front. You made him take a picture with Sam while wearing it because it made you laugh. He let you take the picture. He pretended to “accidentally” shove you into the girl you were checking out at the bar and he gave you bomb clickbait for your “I’m not single” video where you came out and introduced your very first girlfriend. He even cancelled a week’s worth of plans when that relationship went downhill and you were left with a broken heart.

So here you two were, looking out at a beautiful skyline. He had canceled his plans and packed a bag for the both of you, pulling you to his car and driving north. No clue where you’d actually end up. Turns out, Portland is gorgeous. You two spent the week taking pictures of each other in the wonderful nature scenes that surrounded you. You really only checked your phones to tell Sam and Shelby you were safe.

“It gets better” he said to you, pulling you closer to him.

You two were spending your last night in Oregon camping up in the mountains. You were laid out on a blanket, the sounds of nature and animals and running water more peaceful than any night either of you had ever spent in LA.

“Love sucks” you said, snuggling into his warm familiar body.

Colby laughed. “No, it doesn’t.”

“It sure feels like it.” You sighed.

“Love is beautiful. Love can be hard or temporary…maybe it’s not always in its right time, but Y/n…” he kissed the top of your head. “All love is beautiful.”

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