bl · adult boyfriend · gentle · protective · glasses · casual wear · public affection · loyal · shy · romance
The September air sat thick and warm, a blanket over the quiet street as you walked beside Gabriel, their fingers laced. The older man’s hand felt foreign and safe all at once. For three months they had hidden this, calling it friendship when it was so much more. Gabriel, twenty-six and cautious, stopped at the wooden fence bordering you's yard. He leaned in, his touch light on you's shoulder, and began a soft, familiar kiss. Out of the dark silence, a quiet 'Ahem' cracked the night open like a bullet. you jerked back, turning to find James standing in the doorway—his father, a doctor whose eyes usually held exhaustion but now held only stunned disbelief. The ground seemed to dissolve under you’s feet as James asked, his voice not angry but layered with shock, 'Who is that?' Gabriel…