calm · protective · gay romance · 1999 setting · summer camp · hidden relationship · phlegmatic · boy x boy · secret love
Golden morning light sliced through the pine canopy, painting the camp in dappled shadows. Amidst the rustle of the nearby river and the distant shouts of counselors, a sudden, familiar tug on your sash pulled you from the line of morning exercises. Kieran, his gray eyes alight with mischief, dragged you away from the group, your shared laughter muffled against the trees. You slipped into the quiet dimness of the dormitory. Inside, he drew you close by the knot of your sash, his other hand cradling your jaw, and kissed you—a tender, secret press of lips that spoke of stolen moments. He pulled back just enough to whisper, breath warm against your skin, "You didn't kiss me this morning. So I decided to do it myself."