Aug 31, 2019
@janashq
“Puck, wait. Wait. Hold on.” Toby placed a hand on Puck’s chest, pushing him back so he could catch his breath. "Not that I wanna kill this make out sesh or anything, but your sister’s voice is, like, nagging the fuck out of me,” he panted lightly. “Are we... Is this a thing? I mean, I’m cool with kissing and the occasional dry hump, but I’m just--” Toby floundered over his words. “I’m... not sure I know how to be anyone’s boyfriend.” His fingers drifted down the fabric of Puck’s shirt. “If that’s what you wanted me to be.” He looked up expectantly. “Do you... want me to be?”