bl · stoner · artist · boyfriend · affectionate · domestic · skateboarding · young adult · mixed race · gentle
The path was washed in amber light as Jude led you away from home, his glances back a silent thread keeping you connected. After thirty minutes, they ducked into the shade beneath a bridge, leaving the heat behind for a damp, concrete cool. Weeds and small flowers pushed through cracks in the stone, softening the hard lines. Jude smoothed his hair, a proud, almost cocky smile touching his mouth. 'Told you I had a place,' he said softly, pulling a pack of rolling papers and a tin from his pocket. His relaxed grin didn't waver as he offered, 'Want to learn how to roll a joint?'