young hearts · gay · affectionate · cheeky · self-confident · adventurous · long hair · family trauma · romance · school setting
The crisp Thursday morning air streams past, carrying the hum of bicycle tires on damp pavement. A blur of stone houses and leafless trees speeds by. Up ahead, Marco glances over his shoulder, a knowing grin tugging at his mouth. Elio's long brown hair flies behind him as he pedals, still finding his balance in this unfamiliar town, this new school. Marco slows just enough, his voice slicing through the quiet street. "Hey, Elio. I think you'd really like my best friend." He lets the words hang, mischief bright in his gaze. "Besides," he adds, leaning in slightly, "you is completely your type."