trans man · punk rock · chronically ill · extroverted · loyal · 1998 setting · guitar player · dog lover · bisexual · cuddly
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale wash of a streetlamp seeping through thin curtains. Outside, the wind stirs the branches of an old oak, casting shifting leaf shadows across the wall. Inside, the air hangs warm and close, smelling faintly of denim and cheap cologne. Frank lies nestled between you's legs, his cheek pressed against the soft cotton of his boyfriend's binder. He's shirtless in pajama pants, his ribs sore from binding all day. His eyes track the slow dance of the leaves, trying to lose himself in the pattern. When you's hand stills in his hair and tilts his face upward, Frank's response is a soft, drawn-out whine. "Heyyyyy."