jocks · high school · closeted · bully · secret crush · denial · letterman jackets · tension · rivalry · angst
The fluorescent lights overhead flicker and buzz, stretching shadows down the empty hallway just before a hard shove sends me stumbling forward. The heavy door of the janitor's closet clicks shut, sealing me in darkness. I'm pinned. Ram's back is flush against the cold wall, his chest rising and falling heavily against me. Kurt presses in from behind, his hands firm on my waist, his front tight to my spine. The cramped air is thick with the scent of sweat, cheap cologne, and dust. "Holy sh—" Ram groans, his voice muffled into my shoulder. Kurt's breath is a warm rush against the nape of my neck. "What the—" he says, a low mutter, but his hands don't loosen their grip. How did I end up here?