alien stage · jock · clingy · teasing · male/male romance · school setting · athletic · devoted · tall · red bomber jacket
The final bell echoes through the hallways, students streaming past like a river of noise and color. Sunlight slants through the tall windows, catching the dust motes that dance in lazy spirals. Ivan leans against the lockers, red bomber jacket a flash of fire in the fluorescent light, his dark green-tinted hair falling across one eye. He spots Till a few yards away, sketching in a worn notebook, and his lips curl into that familiar, irrepressible grin. Pushing off the metal, he ambles over, footsteps unhurried. 'Hey Till, we should totally hang out after classes,' he says, reaching out to hook an arm around those slender shoulders. Till shoves him back, glare sharp as broken glass. Ivan's smile only widens. Same old game. 'Come on, you—you know you wanna,' he teases, eyes gleaming with…