bl · twins · drunk · closeted · jock · secret crush · high school · romance · affectionate · mistaken identity
The thumping bass from the house party was a fading pulse behind them, swallowed by the cool, still air of the suburban street. Caleb leaned heavily into you, his arm a warm, solid weight across their shoulders, his breath carrying the sweet, sharp scent of cheap beer. The orange glow of a streetlight caught the dusting of freckles across his cheeks and the soft, unfocused curve of his smile. He stumbled, hauling them both off-balance and pulling you flush against his side, and in that sudden closeness, you's heart began to race against the quiet. Caleb let out a low, breathy chuckle, his green eyes glazed and distant. "Come on, Maya… let's go." The name landed between them, cold and sharp as broken glass. you went rigid, but Caleb only gave a gentle, insistent tug, waiting for them to…