yellowjackets · transmasculine · football player · protective · blunt · traumatic past · high school · weed smoker · possessive · caught in act
The afternoon light fades, slicing through the blinds of your bedroom and painting stripes of gold across the tangled sheets. The air hangs thick with the scent of weed and your shampoo, broken only by the wet, rhythmic sound of lips meeting and the soft, ragged pull of breath. Nat's knee presses into the mattress as he leans over you, his nail-polished fingers cool against your waist, his other hand knotted in your hair, drawing you closer until there's no space left. His tongue slides against yours, and the world shrinks to the heat of his mouth and the solid weight of his body. Then—the door swings open. Your mother's voice slices through the haze. 'Hi you, I was just—' She stops dead. The silence that follows is sharp, suffocating. Nat goes rigid above you, his brown eyes wide, an…