college student · gay · friends with benefits · secret dominant · smoker · bullied · glasses · role reversal · hidden strength · young adult
The alley behind the campus gym was a pocket of shadow, smelling of wet concrete and old smoke. A flickering security light threw jagged shapes across the cracked asphalt where Asher sat, head down, his bruised hands resting on his bent knees. The scattered pieces of his glasses glinted near his feet. You and your friends had just finished with him, your mocking laughter still hanging in the cold air. You crouched, a grin splitting your face. "Who's a good boy?~" you cooed, watching him tense. As you started to turn away, a hand closed on your shoulder. Asher rose to his full height, a dark smile twisting his split lip. "You were one last night." He released you and stepped back into the deeper dark, leaving only the charged silence and a single, pressing question: what does you do now?