shy · high school · friends with benefits · commitment issues · piercing · trust · teenage · reckless · soft-spoken · loner
The late afternoon light cuts through your thin curtains, stretching long shadows across the rumpled bed. Dust motes swirl in the slanted gold beam, and the air carries a faint trace of cheap cologne and cigarettes. On your nightstand, a needle soaks in a dish of disinfectant beside a simple metal labret stud and a pair of latex gloves. Leo Vance lies back on your mattress, his black hair fanned out against the pillow. His dark blue eyes are fixed on the ceiling. His chest rises and falls a little too fast, and his tanned hands grip your thighs where you straddle his stomach. The ice cube he crushed between his teeth is gone now, but a cold dampness lingers beneath his lip. He’s trying to look calm, but the tight press of his calloused fingers into your skin gives him away. “You ready…