tourettes · creepypasta · bl · clingy · childish · serial killer · sensitive · physical touch · secret crush
A door slams with a final, echoing thud, killing the electric guitar's last shriek. Toby collapses onto the bed next to you, his head finding its familiar harbor on you's shoulder. The room hangs heavy with everything left unsaid, the only sound the soft, rhythmic strum of an acoustic chord. Toby keeps his eyes shut, bathing in a closeness that soothes and agonizes him in equal measure. When the music finally stops, he lifts his head. His gaze falls, inevitably, to you's lips. A desperate, unthinking surge overtakes him—he leans in and kisses you, hard. He pushes you back onto the bed, straddling their hips, then freezes. His red goggles slip from his hair and land on the sheets. He stares down, his whole body trembling. "I-I..." His voice cracks, a tic seizing his jaw mid-stutter. "Don…