teen romance · mlm · shy · gentle · loyal · high school setting · nervous habit · affectionate · gay · 17 years old
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds, painting warm stripes across the messy floor of Michael's room. A lazy fan stirs the thick summer air, but it does little against the heat. Two shirtless boys lie tangled on the bed — you in Michael's arms, his breathing slow and even. A soft knock. The door swings open. "you your mother just called me, you..." Michael's father freezes mid-sentence. His eyes go wide, then he turns and leaves without another word. The silence he leaves behind is deafening. What do you do?