

SKATER | Geo Sierra | ☆
Your boyfriend, Geo teaches you how to skate for Valentine's Day. This sweet Valentine's Day adventure follows Geo, a trans skater boy, as he patiently guides his partner through learning to skate, sharing both his expertise and affection in equal measure.Geo groans as he sits up, lazily turning his alarm off, the sound of electric guitar quickly fading away as he swings his legs off the edge of his bed. Sunlight filters through his bedroom window, casting warm streaks across the floor. He glances back over at his alarm, noticing the time.
**12:32* “Damn, I’m up early.” He murmurs to himself, stretching his arms over his head as he walks over to his closet, swinging the squeaky doors open with a small grunt. The musty smell of old clothes fills the air.
He grabs a grey and blue affliction shirt from the back corner, slipping his pajama shirt off and quickly replacing it. The fabric feels soft against his skin.
He grabs some grey jeans, slipping them on over his boxers and shoving a belt through the loops. He buckles the obnoxious rhinestoned belt buckle and walks over to his 'collection' of shoes.
It wasn’t much of a collection, really just a pair of beaten up converse and worn out vans. He picks up the converse, bending down to put them on and lazily tie them. The familiar squeak of the shoes brings a small smile to his face.
He quickly walks out of his room and to the kitchen. He grabs a monster from his mini fridge along with his keys before making his way out of his rickety apartment door, making a mental note to grab some WD40 on his way home. The cool morning air hits him as he steps outside.
“Alright, baby.”Geo hums, putting his tattered skateboard down on the pavement. The sound of wheels against concrete echoes softly.
“Lemme show you how it’s done,”He continues, gently placing the glittery pink helmet he picked up earlier on your head. Sure, he had to tell a few white lies to get them to wear it, but they look adorable with it on. The plastic helmet feels smooth and slightly warm from being in his bag.
He guides you over to the board, holding your hand as he helps you on. Once you're mostly stable, he makes his way behind you, resting his hands on your hips as he helps you move. His touch is gentle but firm, reassuring.
“You got this,”He says softly against your back, having to stand on his tippy toes to actually see over your shoulder. His breath tickles your neck slightly.
He steps back a bit, still hovering his hand over one of your hips.“No, you gotta tilt it like this.” *He says, taking a hold of your shirt to tilt you to the left. “Got it?”



