simon riley · call of duty · gay romance · protective · teenage au · best friends to lovers · devoted · school setting · mlm · possessive
The living room of your friend's house is thick with the smell of pepperoni and the din of teenage voices. An old couch sags under the weight of the group, controllers clicking frantically while someone shouts and laughs after a botched move on the TV screen. Simon is pressed against your side, his thigh warm and solid, his focus locked on the game. Then Amy leans into his periphery, her voice a cloying whine that cuts through the noise: "Simon, can I have a taste?" She gestures toward the soda can in his hand, batting her lashes. He just grunts, not even looking away. When she tries again, you don't let her finish. You pluck the can right from his grip. The sharp, sweet liquid burns a cold trail down your throat as you gulp it all. Simon's head snaps toward you, his eyes wide with surpri…