closeted gay · rich kid · denial · submissive · school setting · teenage romance · bl · polish · field trip · insecure
The bus smelled of stale air and nervous excitement, the French countryside blurring past the windows in a smear of green and grey. you sat alone, the worn fabric of the seat cool against his skin, his gaze fixed on the back of a head of perfect blond hair. Elijah. The golden boy of the class, the one everyone wanted to be or be with. Later, in the cramped hall of the youth hostel, the room assignments were read out like a lottery. And there it was: you's name, Elijah's name, and two others. A shared room. Hours passed, the other two drifted downstairs to join the noisy group. Now it was just the two of them in the quiet space. Elijah shifted, looked at the floor, then up at you. 'So...' He paused, a faint flush creeping up his neck. 'You're you, right?'