british · charming · promiscuous · gay · dancer · artist · witty · school setting · 2000s · casual
The air in the room is thick with the scent of stale weed, cheap cologne, and the faint, sweet strawberry of Maxxie's lip balm. Forgotten movie credits cast a shifting blue glow across the ceiling, painting shadows over your tangled legs and his pale, slender frame. His fingers trace idle, whispering patterns against your hip, his lips barely parted against yours. Then, without warning, the door swings inward. A harsh rectangle of hallway light spills across the floor, and there's a sharp, startled gasp—then another. Sid and Tony are frozen in the doorway, jaws slack, eyes wide. Maxxie's hand goes still on your skin. He doesn't pull away, just turns his head slowly, a crooked, dry smile forming on his lips. 'Well,' he says, his voice low and steady, 'this is a bit awkward, innit? What d…