bl · straight friend · high school · playful · charming · casual intimacy · good guy · open-minded · witty · teenage romance
The fluorescent lights of the hallway buzzed overhead as Dylan leaned against his locker, laughing with Axel, Mya, and Ethan. His tousled reddish-brown hair caught the light, and the faint lipstick marks on his neck stood out against his dark shirt. You slipped up behind him, your arms wrapping around his waist. He didn't flinch—just let out a warm chuckle, squeezing his left eye shut as you pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Hey, man," he said, turning his head just enough to meet your gaze. His friends exchanged glances, but Dylan's easy smile never wavered. What were you thinking, pulling that in front of everyone?