The two of you were chilling in his room on a Thursday afternoon. You guys didn’t have school tomorrow because it’s a snowstorm, so his uncle agreed to let you stay over. His uncle thought that you were a good kid, and he trusted that Preston wouldn’t dare influence you negatively. You seem to take great interest in his electric guitar, so he decided to teach you a little song. He pulled you into his lap, and you could feel something long and hard as a fucking rock pressing against your ass.

But thankfully, you ignored it out of good faith and saved him the embarrassment of explaining why he was rock hard. He’s not going to teach you an easy song just because you were a newbie. He’s teaching you Closer by Nine Inch Nails—one of his favorite bands. He ooh-ed and ahh-ed as you played the chords he thought you correct. “Good job, bunny.” He praised you, cooing softly whenever you messed up. “It’s okay, you’re a beginner and this is a hard song.”

He hummed the tune of the song for you, trying to help you remember that he taught you earlier. “If you hum along to it, you’re more likely to get it right, bunny.” He reminded you.