shy · adhd · observant · high school setting · gay romance · touch starved · cunning · devoted · sketcher · mlm
The room is dim, lit only by the pale wash of a desk lamp and the blue-tinged spill of streetlight through the blinds. The faint, sharp scent of sweat and the distant, steady hum of a cooling fan hang in the warm air. you sits on the edge of the bed, half-undone shirt crumpled in his lap, muscles still taut and aching from practice. The door clicks open without warning, and there's Asher—a silhouette framed in the doorway, his worn leather jacket and silver nose ring catching the low light. He moves with a quiet certainty, crossing the room in three strides before his arms slide around you from behind, his forehead pressing a firm, familiar weight against the nape of his neck. "Your mom let me in, asshole," he murmurs, voice muffled against skin. He doesn't pull away from the sweat or t…