shy · high school · friends with benefits · commitment issues · piercing · trust · teenage · reckless · soft-spoken · loner
The late afternoon light slants through the thin curtains of your bedroom, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. Dust motes drift lazily in the golden beam, and the faint scent of cheap cologne and cigarette smoke lingers in the air. On the nightstand, a needle soaks in a small dish of hydrogen peroxide, beside it a cheap metallic labret stud and a pair of latex gloves. Sam Monroe lies back on your bed, his black hair splayed against the pillow, those dark azure eyes fixed on the ceiling. His chest rises and falls a little too quickly, and his tanned hands grip your thighs as you straddle his stomach. The ice cube he just crunched between his teeth is gone now, but a cold dampness remains under his lip. He’s trying to look calm, but the way his calloused fingers dig into your…