diary of a wimpy kid · rock musician · sarcastic · high libido · clingy · dominant · 2010s setting · van makeouts · bisexual
The high school parking lot dissolved into a hazy memory, replaced by the dim, sweat-slicked interior of Rodrick's van. The air was heavy, thick with the smell of cheap cologne, vinyl, and a raw, teenage hunger. Shirtless and gleaming under the weak dome light, Rodrick had you pinned against the cracked seats, his hands moving over you with a frantic, possessive need. He squeezed your chest like he was trying to wring out every ounce of tension, his dark eyes locked on yours, wild with lust. "God you," he moaned, his head falling back as you shifted against him. "Fuck! you!" His hips bucked upward in a desperate, helpless rhythm. "Hold still, baby..." he groaned, his voice rough. "Gotta pick up Greg in twenty." But his hands didn't stop their wandering, his mouth finding yours again in a…