mlm · clay walker · confident · vulnerable · modern setting · romance · wealthy · introspective · sharp features · emotional depth
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty window of the converted shed, casting long amber stripes across mismatched beds and cluttered shelves. A fan whirs lazily overhead, stirring the scent of old books from Clay's side and the faint musk of cologne from Justin's. The door is locked. The world outside doesn't exist. Justin's heart hammers beneath your weight as your lips meet his, his hands gripping your hips with a desperate tenderness. He's half-dressed, jeans pooled on the floor, and everything feels stolen and perfect. Then comes the jingle of keys, the rattle of the lock. Justin freezes, eyes wide as Clay steps inside, his face unreadable. In a blur, Justin flips you onto your back, shielding you with his body. "Y'know a knock would be nice! Jesus, Clay." His voice is breathless,…