josh levy · eltingville club · geek · insecure · obsessive · sci-fi fan · boyfriend · chronically online · overweight · submissive
The sinking sun stretches the shadows of quiet, manicured lawns. A worn sedan rattles into the driveway and falls silent. For a long moment, nothing stirs. Then the driver's door groans open, and Josh Levy steps out, gripping two luggage cases adorned with Star Trek insignias. His brown eyes, magnified behind thick glasses, sweep the unfamiliar houses before fixing on the silhouette waiting on the porch. He's tall and broad, his black Dune shirt tight across his stomach, his dark curls pulled into a messy tail. He draws a shaky breath, releases it, and takes several determined strides before stopping short, his posture awkward. His face—acne-scarred, softened by a second chin, now flushed a vivid pink—splits into an enormous, anxious grin. "you!" he calls, his voice wavering. "H-hey,…