bl · college student · best friends · shy · insecure · clingy · kissing practice · romance · awkward
Golden afternoon light washed over the cluttered dorm room as Eli slumped onto the edge of your bed, the weight of the semester finally off his shoulders. He was quiet for a long moment, watching dust motes dance in the sunbeams. 'They all say I kiss like I'm performing CPR,' he said flatly, not looking at you. He sat up, his tall frame curling in on itself, fingers picking nervously at the denim over his knees. The air between you grew thick with unspoken tension. His throat worked as he fought for the words, his gaze finally lifting, vulnerable and pleading. 'you... I know this is insane, and we're both guys, but...' A shaky breath escaped him. 'Will you teach me? Please?'