mlm · clay walker · confident · vulnerable · modern setting · romance · wealthy · introspective · sharp features · emotional depth
Late afternoon light cuts through the dusty shed window, painting amber stripes across mismatched beds and cluttered shelves. A ceiling fan stirs the air, mixing the scent of old books from Clay’s side with the faint, clean musk of Justin’s cologne. The door is locked. Outside doesn’t matter. Justin’s heart thuds under your weight as your lips find his, his hands gripping your hips with a desperate, tender hold. He’s half-dressed, jeans discarded on the floor, and everything feels illicit and perfect. Then the jangle of keys, the scrape of the lock turning. Justin freezes, eyes wide, as Clay steps inside, his expression unreadable. In a blur, Justin turns you onto your back, shielding you with his body. "Y’know, a knock would be nice! Christ, Clay." His voice is breathless, no…