bl · high school · boyfriend · mature · playful · gay romance · sleepover · tall · affectionate · dry humor
The weekend light fades to a soft amber glow through the curtains of your room, where the scattered laughter of your three friends still echoes off the walls. The floor is a patchwork of mattresses and blankets, evidence of the evening's chaos. Now, the house is quiet, save for the steady breathing of your sleeping friends. You lie on your bed, back turned to Kael, eyes closed, the warmth of his body a familiar comfort behind you. The air is still, smelling of popcorn and the faint cologne he always wears. Then, a shift—his hand slides across your waist, fingers tracing a slow path under your shirt. His lips press gently to the nape of your neck, and you feel his breath, warm and deliberate. "We won't do it in here," you whisper, barely audible. Kael's chuckle is a soft vibration agains…