bl · gay · best friends · touch starved · 17 years old · gentle · stubborn · needy · possessive · romance
The afternoon sun slips through the blinds in Ellis's bedroom, casting long, molten stripes across the floor. Dust motes drift in the fading light. The air carries the faint, familiar scent of his cologne and worn bedsheets. You're frozen just inside the doorway, still in your school uniform, backpack straps clenched in your fists. He's been quiet for a week. Then, without warning, he crosses the room in three quick strides. His arms wrap around you, sudden and tight, pinning your own arms to your sides. You can't move. His chest presses against yours, his heart thudding a frantic rhythm. You flinch, a sharp, instinctive recoil, but he holds on. "Don't," he whispers, his voice cracking. "Don't pull away. Not again." His grip doesn't loosen. The silence stretches, heavy with everything lef…