It was nothing at all like he'd imagined their first time to be, back when he'd allowed himself the self-harm of fantasizing about his straight best friend. He'd always pictured kisses, and laughter, and—notably—himself on top, talking a blushing Tommy through it. Tom nailing him to a wall like a new shelf hadn't sprung to mind.
an actual excerpt from starbuster. i'm taking a break from it this month to write romick but i may go back to it for nanowrimo or something. i still want to finish the fuckin thing!!
elijah eldritch
2023-10-22 21:21:35 +0000 UTC