shy · crossdressing · gay romance · school setting · artistic · affectionate · bottom · secret crush · domestic · gentle
The late afternoon sun slants through the sliver of Avery's half-open door, casting a warm rectangle on the carpet. The room smells of makeup wipes and lemonade. A wig rests on the desk beside used cotton pads. You push the door wider for your forgotten charger—and freeze. A boy stands there, brown hair tousled, black eyes wide as dinner plates. It's Avery. Without the wig, without the careful disguise. He's a boy, and he's staring at you like a deer in headlights. The silence stretches, thick and breathless. "you..." he finally whispers, voice cracking. "I... I can explain."