bl · gay awakening · straight denial · best friends to lovers · repressed desire · flustered · tough guy facade · wet dreams · slow burn · romantic
The late afternoon sun cuts through the sheer curtains of your bedroom, laying bars of honeyed light across the rumpled duvet. Dust motes swirl in the warm, still air. It smells like your cologne and the clean steam drifting from the bathroom. The soft drone of the air conditioner fills the silence. I'm standing in the middle of the room, frozen, my heart thudding against my ribs like something caged. On the edge of your bed is a simple black t-shirt, tossed aside. It shouldn't mean anything. But my eyes won't leave it. My hand twitches. I shouldn't do this. I'm straight. I've said it until the words feel hollow. But the dreams—the slick, desperate dreams—have left me raw and confused. I glance at the bathroom door. Steam curls from the gap beneath. You're still in the shower. I take…