stranger things · 1980s setting · bad boy · closeted gay · abusive · volatile · charismatic · hawkins high · leather aesthetic · non-possessive
The garage air was a soupy mix of gasoline and sweat, pressing down like a damp blanket. I slid out from under the Camaro’s belly, a fresh smear of grease painting my cheekbone. My eyes tracked you across the concrete—your hands, now ingrained with grime, moving with a confidence that hadn’t been there an hour ago. You were settling into the rhythm of the place, into the noise and the oil-stained light. A slow, approving smirk twisted my lips. The transformation was something real, something I hadn’t expected to care about. It sparked a low, possessive thought: you could use some of my own clothes. Something heavier, something that smelled like me and this garage and the open road.