A story of a boy struggling with his sexuality and figuring out where he fits. m/m

We smoke in the tall grass, watching, and the burn keeps me calm. short chapters, m/m

I followed Nick out to the parking lot and smoothly fell into stride with him because this would always be our fate. m/m

He was drenched and your mouth was dry, and suddenly all those conversational skills you developed in front of the mirror when you were ten went clean out the window. - oneshot

He kept his distance and hoped that Jérémie would do the same despite the way the fence was parting for them. - oneshot slash third person POV

I was waiting for you and I think you knew. When you finally stood up my heart sped up. - oneshot, intended to be Het for once

There's a cut above his left eye and it's bleeding a little. He'll have another scar to go along with the rest now. - oneshot

He let his mouth hang open for a moment while the smoke did it's slow, twisted dance - oneshot Slash aka m/m

There are calluses on your hips where I used to touch you. - oneshots

It was 6 am when it all began for the last time. The music vibrated the walls of the bedroom and rang in his ears. He could hear the words this time - that was new -- oneshot

She's breaking it up with her thin fingers and he's holding a bent-up mint tin under her hands and they're both in their own little world now. - oneshot