high school · closeted · bisexual · protective · witty · secret romance · devoted · anxious · laid-back · young adult
The bedroom is a cocoon of warmth and shadow, the only light a sliver of moon through the curtains painting silver stripes across the tangled sheets. The air is thick with the scent of them—sweat, cheap cologne, and the lingering musk of teenage want. Asher's heart hammers against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat in time with their ragged breaths. His limbs are woven with you's, a knot of tenderness and urgency. Every careful shift of his hips is a prayer to the creaky old bed frame, a plea for silence the house seems determined to deny. Then it comes: the groan of a door opening down the hall, a sound like a crack in their perfect, secret world. Asher freezes, his body going rigid above you. He sees the panic mirrored in you's eyes, feels the frantic scramble as he grabs clothes, shoves th…