LOGINIn the living room.Silius was on the couch scrolling through his phone while Mathew lay stretched across his lap, trying to get Silius's attention but failing miserably, as Silius was far too absorbed in whatever he was reading to notice."Ugh…" Mathew huffed, shifting pointedly. "What the fuck are you looking at your phone? Are you texting someone?"He propped himself up on one elbow, narrowing his eyes. "I swear to god that if I find someone on—""*Flick his forehead*" Silius's hand shot out before Mathew could finish the threat, thumping him square between the eyes. "No, I'm not.""I'm just…" he trailed off, still scrolling."Just what?" Mathew pressed, rubbing his forehead."Um…" Silius finally looked up, eyes bright with the particular excitement of someone who'd found a good story to tell. "Do you know Zane?""Zane Grey?" he added, when Mathew's expression stayed blank."No, who's that?" Mathew frowned."He's a model, a singer, and blaah blaah blaaah," Silius said, waving a han
"Sometimes?" Mathew said, leaning back with an easy grin. "I act that way around you all the time." "*Sigh*" Silius didn't bother responding to that directly, just filed it away under the growing list of things not worth arguing about. *(There's no point in arguing with him.)* He tapped his pencil against the open textbook instead, changing the subject before Mathew could get any further mileage out of it. "Can you tell me how to solve this problem?" "Yeah," Mathew said, already leaning toward him, close enough that his voice dropped low and warm right against Silius's ear. "Sure." "*Pinch his thighs*" Silius reacted instantly, fingers finding the soft give of Mathew's thigh and squeezing hard enough to make a point. "Stop messing around." "I really wanna have good marks on this exam," he added, more serious now, some of the earlier annoyance sliding into something closer to actual worry. "You already have good marks," Mathew said, tilting his head, genuinely puzzled by the conce
Silius was laying on his stomach, lazily scribbling answers into his notebook when the door creaked open without warning. He didn't have to look up to know who it was — only one person walked in like he owned the place. Mathew. He shut the door with an easy flick, not a care in the world, and without saying a word, climbed onto the bed and flopped right on top of Silius. Silius let out a dramatic whine, the air punched half out of him under the sudden weight. "Mathew — get off me, you're heavy," he groaned, twisting slightly beneath him, though it did nothing to actually dislodge him. Mathew only hummed in response, not moving an inch. Instead, he nestled his face into the crook of Silius's neck, his arms snaking around his waist as if he belonged there. "You're suffocating me," Silius mumbled into his pillow. "I'm cuddling you," Mathew said, voice muffled against his skin. "There's a difference?" Silius shot back, unimpressed. Mathew chuckled, but didn't budge. He shifted slig
Rile and Silius sat on the steps near the ground, watching the football team practice. Silius laughed at something Rile said, completely unaware of the eyes burning holes into the back of his head. Mathew kept glancing their way between plays, his jaw clenched and fists tightening every time Rile leaned in or said something that made Silius smile. Whatever else was going on, Mathew didn't care. Rile was still stealing his time. Silius had come here to watch him, not sit around and chitchat with someone else, like he wasn't the one sweating his soul out on the field just to impress him. Every pass he made, every drill he ran, some part of him was still tracking the two of them out of the corner of his eye — the way Rile's shoulder bumped against Silius's, the way Silius tipped his head back laughing at whatever joke had just landed. It shouldn't have mattered. It was just Rile. But Mathew's grip on the ball tightened anyway, and the coach's whistle cut through his focus one beat too l
After class, the hallway had emptied into its usual after-school sprawl — backpacks slung over shoulders, sneakers squeaking against tile, someone's laughter echoing from somewhere near the stairwell. Rile caught up to Silius at his locker, practically vibrating with excitement before either of them had said a single word. "Omg… that would be so great," Rile said, already halfway through a thought Silius hadn't been let in on yet. "Um…. I don't think so," Silius said automatically, not even needing to know the specifics to sense where this conversation was headed. Rile groaned, dragging a hand down their face. "Ughh… the party killer is here." "Come on…." Silius said, closing his locker with a little more force than necessary. "I'm just… What if the teachers find out?" "They won't," Rile said, waving the concern away like it was nothing. "We can't be sure about that," Silius shot back, unconvinced. "And we can't drink, we're only seventeen." Rile didn't answer right away, lettin
"I mean… it's not like you're ugly or anything," Silius said, the words slipping out before he'd fully thought them through. "You're quite handsome and—" he continued, only to stop himself a beat too late, already sensing the trap he'd just walked into. Mathew's grin spread slow and satisfied. "You think I'm handsome?" he said, leaning in closer, close enough that Silius could feel the shift in the air between them. "Is that the only thing you heard?" Silius demanded, cheeks already betraying him with warmth he couldn't will away. "You think I'm handsome, huh?" Mathew repeated, clearly not planning to let the compliment go anywhere. "What else do you think?" "You think I'm hot?" he pressed further, eyes glinting with the particular mischief that always meant trouble. "Wait….." Mathew's grin widened into something far more dangerous. "You wanna see my abs and feel them out? I bet that's hot too." He punctuated the offer with a wink, entirely too pleased with himself. Before Siliu
I took few steps backwards as the men stepped forward steadily. Jason snarled. His arms dropped till he held one of my hands in a death grip. I had hoped it wouldn't come to this. The nearest patrol point was miles from where we were. We had ventured deeper into the woods today. Not even a scream ca
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