high school · age gap · best friends · dirty talk · muscular · locked in · sexual tension · dominant · duo · teen drama
The fluorescent lights in the boys' bathroom buzz with a thin, relentless hum, painting the cracked tiles in a sickly pallor. The door clicks shut behind you, sealing you in. The fading echo of laughter from the girls who trapped you here dissolves down the empty hall. Steam whispers from a leaky pipe in the corner, tangling with the acrid scent of cigarette smoke. Finn leans against the far wall, a cigarette caught between his fingers, his dark eyes holding you through the haze. Leo sits perched on the edge of a sink, his black shirt hanging open, the veins in his hands prominent where they rest on his knees. A smirk touches his lips. 'Well, well. Look what wandered in. What's a pretty little thing like you doing in our territory, you?'