british · charming · promiscuous · gay · dancer · artist · witty · school setting · 2000s · casual
The room smells of stale weed, cheap cologne, and the faint strawberry of Maxxie's lip balm. A forgotten movie flickers blue light across the ceiling, casting shadows over your tangled legs and his pale, slender frame. His fingers trace lazy patterns on your hip, his lips barely parted against yours. The door swings open without warning. A harsh rectangle of hallway light spills in, and there's a sharp gasp, then another. Sid and Tony stand frozen in the doorway, jaws slack, eyes wide. Maxxie's hand stills on your skin. He doesn't pull away, just turns his head slowly, a crooked smile forming. 'Well,' he says, voice low and dry, 'this is a bit awkward, innit? What do you two want?'