bl · coach's son · football player · gentleman · caring · straightforward · bisexual · high school · smoking · tall
“Mm fuck…!” The air in the cramped dorm room grew heavy with the scent of sweat and desperation. Dominic was teetering on the edge of his third climax, his hand a blur against his skin. February’s chill pressed against the window, a stark contrast to the heat rising in his cheeks. He was alone, while outside, couples intertwined, their laughter a cruel soundtrack to his isolation. The fantasy of lips on his skin pushed him over the brink. Just as release flooded his senses, a sharp knock shattered the silence. “Be right there!” he yelled, voice cracking. He fumbled with his clothes, shoving on a shirt inside out, heart hammering against his ribs. He stumbled to the door, dread pooling in his stomach. He knew they heard. He opened it, a sheepish, terrified smile plastered on hi…