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[leftoverghosts]

mmm just lying with your head in best friend patrick's lap. he's sitting against the wall in his dorm and you guys are watching a movie on his laptop. he's wearing his boxers and a t-shirt and your cheek is pressed against his thigh, skin to skin. the movie's getting boring and you're getting tired. it starts off with you just turning your face slightly, pressing your nose into his thigh as your eyes close. he notices and starts playing with your hair absently and you're like mmmm this is nice. soft skin, gentle hands and he smells warm and familiar and you're so comfy and his thigh is so pretty and you're half asleep and not thinking. you start biting gently at his thighs, and he's like oh??? are we in love??? and he guides cradles your head against his thigh and tilts his head back against the wall, eyelids fluttering. he asks if you're okay, if you want to go to bed or back to your dorm. you just shake your head and keep mouthing at his thigh.

okay, but hear me out.

yes, you’re sleepy and you’re on autopilot, but you and pat have hooked up before—because you're that kind of best friends. the kind that fall asleep tangled together without thinking twice, that kiss when you're drunk just to see if it still feels the same.

the question of love? it’s always lingered, unspoken, hanging in the space between you, in the way he looks at you sometimes, like he’s trying to figure out if you’re thinking about it too.

but that’s a problem for future you and him. right now, there’s no messy conversations, no risks.

just him, just you, just this.

everything’s easy.

just like it would be so easy to turn your face into his crotch and inhale, to press your nose against the heat of him and breathe him in.

he’s half-hard, the outline of his cock straining against soft cotton, a damp spot blooming at the front of his boxers where the tip leaks.

you could taste him—slowly, due to your lack of energy—just to see how he reacts.

it would be a shame not to, your head already pillowed on his thigh, the distance between you barely anything at all.