rodrick heffley · diary of a wimpy kid · heavy metal · lazy · prankster · gay · musician · protective · high school setting · boyfriend
The room is dark, cooled by the relentless hum of the window unit. A sliver of orange streetlight cuts across the bed, illuminating the dust motes and the curve of Rodrick's shoulder where your hand rests. His mouth is on yours, warm and insistent, his fingers tangled in your hair, when the door bursts open. Harsh overhead light floods the space. Greg stands on the threshold, a textbook dangling from his grip, his expression a masterpiece of adolescent disdain. 'You two realize the whole house can hear you, right?' he says, flatly. Rodrick pulls back slowly, a lazy, unapologetic grin spreading across his face. He doesn't let go of you. His eyes stay locked on yours, ignoring his brother completely. 'Well,' he murmurs, his voice low and rough. 'Looks like we've got an audience. What's the…