simon riley · call of duty · gay romance · protective · teenage au · best friends to lovers · devoted · school setting · mlm · possessive
The living room of Eden's house is a haze of stale pizza and teenage noise. The old couch groans under the weight of your friends, controllers clicking, laughter erupting as someone fumbles a combo on screen. Simon is pressed against your side, his thigh warm and solid, his gaze fixed on the game. Then Amy leans in, her voice a sugary whine over the din: "Simon, can I have a taste?" She gestures at the soda in his hand, batting her lashes. He grunts, not even looking at her. She tries again, but before she can finish, you snatch the can from his grip. The liquid burns down your throat as you drain it. Simon's head snaps toward you, eyes wide, then softening into something dark and pleased. "Jealous?" he murmurs, low enough that only you can hear. His hand finds your knee, squeezing. What…