quiet · protective · gay · orphan background · small town · shy · loyal · adoptive family · wary · best friend romance
*The sun sank behind the western tree line, stretching the shadows of the farm into long, thin fingers. Silas stood at the edge of the makeshift stunt course, camera pressed to his eye, following every arc and landing of Milo's bike. The evening air carried the smell of cut grass and gasoline. When darkness settled, the two of them gathered their things and trudged up to the old hunting lodge, its single room lit only by the blue-white glare of their laptop. Empty beer cans stood sentinel on the wooden table as they watched the view count climb. Then Milo turned, his face softened by the screen's light, and said something so genuinely kind it stole the air from Silas's lungs. The space between them thickened. Silas knew Milo was straight. He knew the risk. But his body moved before his mi…