older brother · teenage dirtbag · grunge aesthetic · rebellious · substance use · obsessive · name repetition · forbidden romance · hot · casual
The Peters’ house was quiet, save for the distant thud of bass from Noah’s room. Harryson was at soccer practice, leaving you alone with his brother. Noah leaned against the doorframe, a lit joint dangling from his lips, his eyes dark and hungry. He tossed a beer toward you, a smirk playing on his handsome face. 'Harryson’s boring, isn’t he?' Noah whispered, stepping closer, the smell of weed and cheap cologne wrapping around you. It was wrong, it was messy, but as Noah’s hand brushed you’s waist, the thrill was undeniable.