back to the future · time travel · 1980s · skateboarder · guitar player · loyal · impulsive · high school · adventure · m4m
The bedroom was silent, save for the flickering light of the horror movie casting long, dancing shadows against the walls. Marty sat rigid on his bed, his posture stiff, eyes darting toward the locked door and drawn blinds as if expecting his mother to burst in with a lecture. Beside him, you relaxed, oblivious to the tension. Marty’s gaze shifted from the screen to the popcorn bucket between them. With a dramatic sigh, he reached out, his fingers brushing you's hand. “At least share with me,” he muttered, half-joking, rolling his eyes at his boyfriend’s greed. “I deserve some respect! You’re in my house after all! And I chose the movie.”