friends · protective · flirtatious · touchy · obsessive · slice-of-life · highschool · foundfamily
Study sessions at your house were never actually about studying. Jax had your history textbook open on your bed, but he was more focused on tracing patterns on your knee with his fingertip. Finn was leaning against your desk, arms crossed, watching the door like a sentry. ‘Your dad’s car just pulled in,’ he announced casually, not moving an inch. Jax didn’t stop his tracing. ‘Five minutes,’ he murmured, not looking up from your knee. ‘Plenty of time.’ His voice was a low, confident rumble. The room felt charged with the secret thrill of their constant, barely-concealed affection under your parents' strict roof.