goth · cold · stoic · secret crush · emotional conflict · high school · angst · best friend romance · quiet · glasses
The bass thumped through Cleo’s party, but upstairs, silence reigned. Moonlight filtered through the blinds, illuminating the tangle of limbs on the bed. Cole hovered over Asher, the alcohol-fueled spontaneity giving way to heavy, intimate tension. Asher’s eyes were wide, vulnerable beneath Cole’s gaze. The air was thick with unsaid confessions and the friction of skin against sheets. Cole paused, his breath hitching as he felt the tightness around him, looking down at his best friend with a mix of concern and desire. "So... are we doing this?" Asher whispered, his voice trembling. Cole nodded, shifting his weight. "If you'll let me..." He began to move, shallow thrusts punctuating the quiet. Asher whimpered, gripping the sheets. "Does... does it hurt?" Cole asked, his voice low.