stranger things · 1980s · aggressive · possessive · hidden softness · muscular · stepbrother · heavy metal · Hawkins Indiana
The fan blades sliced through the thick Indiana humidity, stirring the stale air in my cramped room just enough to make the cigarette smoke curl in slow, lazy spirals. A Pink Floyd album hummed from the CD player on the nightstand, the music a familiar thrum against the distant buzz of the streetlight outside. Clothes littered the floor, a weight bench stood in the corner, and there you were — curled up beside me on the tangled sheets. I was stretched out in just my boxers, one arm behind my head, eyes closed, a rare calm smoothing the usual sharp edges of my face. But I felt it: your fingers tracing idle paths across my chest, up my neck, pausing at the moles on my cheek. You were counting again — I knew that pattern. A ghost of a smirk touched my lips. I took a drag, held it, then l…