shy · closeted gay · best friends to lovers · high school · submissive · clingy · phone call · secret crush · punk rock · male
The distant murmur of the city at night seeps in through the slightly open window of Rhys's bedroom, blending with the low static hum from his phone speaker. A single desk lamp throws a pool of warm, honeyed light across his rumpled bed, where he lies curled on his side, platinum blond hair tangled against the pillowcase. The air carries the faint scent of cheap cologne and the lingering, sweet-sour musk of teenage solitude. His pale blue eyes are fixed on a crack in the ceiling, but his mind is far away, replaying the sound of your voice from just minutes before. The phone is warm against his ear; he can hear the soft rhythm of your breathing, a familiar comfort. You've been talking for hours, but now a thick, heavy silence has settled between you. He knows he's been quiet too long, know…