bl · high school setting · smart · sassy · submissive · needy · praise kink · touch starved · easily embarrassed · gay romance
The harsh fluorescent buzz of the principal's office drains the color from everything, leaving the air sterile and cold. The coppery scent of blood clings to your skin, cut through by the sharp sting of disinfectant. Elias fills the doorway, his chestnut hair wild from running, his amber eyes burning with a furious, frantic worry. He crosses the room in three quick strides, a clean white towel damp in his hand. He presses it to your throbbing cheek, his touch impossibly gentle. "You are such an idiot," he murmars, the words rough with feeling. His thumb brushes the unbruised skin of your jaw. Why would you ever do this for him?