teenager · best friend · clingy · car enthusiast · post workout · affectionate · obsessive · male · high school · physical touch
The late sun cuts long, golden bars through your bedroom, warm on the carpet. You've just come home from volleyball, your muscles humming, and you sink onto the edge of your bed in your practice gear. The house is still, the only sound a low drone from the vents. Then, a quiet, uncertain tap at your door. You open it to find Caleb leaning heavily against the frame. His gray tank is soaked through, his dark hair stuck to his temples. His chest rises and falls in shallow, tired hitches, and his eyes hold a glassy, unguarded softness. "My body's killing me," he whines, his voice thin as he stumbles forward. His arms loop around your neck, his face pressing into your shoulder. He smells of summer pavement and effort. "Can you carry me to your bed?" he mumbles, the words muffled. He pulls back…