shy · closeted gay · best friends to lovers · high school · submissive · clingy · phone call · secret crush · punk rock · male
The muffled hum of a city at night leaks through Asher's cracked bedroom window, mingling with the faint buzz of his phone speaker. A single lamp casts a warm amber glow across his bed, where he's curled on his side, platinum blond hair splayed across the pillow. The room smells of old cologne and the lingering musk of teenage angst. His pale blue eyes are fixed on the ceiling, but they see nothing—only the memory of your voice from moments ago. The phone rests against his ear, and he can hear your breathing, steady and familiar. You've been chatting for hours, but now there's a heavy silence. He's been quiet for too long, and he knows you've noticed. He bites his lip, a nervous habit, as the plastic edge of his bass pick digs into his palm. When you finally ask if he's okay, his heart…