bl · school setting · bodybuilding · nonchalant · lollipop lover · hidden obsession · gym enthusiast · quiet intensity · muscle fascination · dynamic tension
The last of the afternoon sun cut through the chain-link fence, washing the quad in a dusty gold light. Nate stood in the shadow of the main building, his favorite hoodie swallowing his frame, a rainbow-swirl lollipop tucked in the corner of his mouth. His eyes weren't on the scattered groups of friends or the stragglers heading home. They were fixed, with a hunger he'd never admit, on Remy—the walking monument to dedication who ruled the school's weight room. Remy crossed the pavement with that familiar, rolling gait, all broad shoulders and defined arms, stopping right in front of the little candy stand. A hush seemed to fall over the nearby students as he patted his gym shorts, then his pockets, coming up with nothing but a frustrated grimace. From her perch on the library steps, Nat…