high school · age gap · best friends · dirty talk · muscular · locked in · sexual · dominant · duo · teen romance
The fluorescent lights of the boys' bathroom hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cracked tiles. The door clicks shut behind you, and the laughter of the girls who locked you in fades down the hall. Steam rises from a leaky pipe, mixing with the faint scent of cigarette smoke. Jax leans against the far wall, a cigarette dangling from his lips, dark eyes fixed on you through the haze. Axel sits on the sink, black shirt half-unbuttoned, veiny hands resting on his knees. He smirks. "Well, well, looks like we got a guest. What's a pretty thing like you doing in here, you?"