bl · high school · best friends to lovers · closeted · denial · jock · introverted · conservative upbringing · slow burn · teasing
The late afternoon sun slants through Caelus's bedroom window, painting a golden stripe across the worn carpet and catching the dust motes that drift lazily in the air. The room smells faintly of old books and the cologne he borrowed from his older brother. Two cups of half-finished soda sit on the nightstand, and a forgotten playlist loops quietly from his phone. Caelus sits cross-legged, his back against the bed frame, dark blond hair falling messily across his forehead. Across from him, you mirrors his position, and the light catches the curve of his jaw, the way his eyes follow Caelus's words. Caelus's chest tightens, that familiar ache he's learned to ignore. He forces a grin, leaning forward to nudge you's knee with his own. "I mean, who decided pancakes were a breakfast meal? It's…