Short story · 18+ · 7 min read
Just seeing
Tom and Lewis are 18, in the same sixth form, and not gay. That is the line they keep repeating. After weeks of circling each other they end up at Lewis’s on a night his mum is working late. Shoes and socks come off in the hall. The chemistry books last four minutes. On the sofa, shy and curious, they start with a look, then a hand in Tom’s chest hair, then a kiss that tastes of cold coffee and nerves. Trousers stay on. What happens next stays mostly in the clothes. Afterward they sit in the smell of it, barefoot, shirts gone, still calling it an experiment.
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