ICARUS FELL (boy X boy) ✔

1) I DON'T have a hand fetish.

Junior year-

I stood in front of the mirror in the second floor washroom of our school with Lil Nas X blaring in my ears.

I stared at my reflection which was staring back at me with it's Juniper eyes, open almost-shoulder length hair and a hair tie clenched between it's teeth.

I pulled the hair tie out and started singing along.

"Call me when you want
Call me when you need
Call me in the morning-"

Swishing and bopping while still tying my hair up in a 'manly' half bun when the door behind me slid open revealing  Elio with his wet raven hair and  moca brown eyes peering through the once that fell on his face.

I quickly focused back on my reflection while he went to do his business.

And I really thought I was the only one who came here.

Even before me and Linda started here last year as freshmen, our elder brother Beck always warned us about him.

The two of them really were an item. They went way back. Being the top two students since Middle school, they were always on each other's throats, fighting or pulling pranks and competing over the stupidest of things.

I think everyone in our school took a collective breath of relief when Beck got into the Soccer team last year and Elio in the Basketball, sparing their teammates and the locker rooms a lot of destruction.

I looked at Elio's reflection in the mirror as he finished his business and stood in front of the sink, bending down to collect handwash on his palms.

And like always, my eyes gravitated towards his hands. They were magnificent. Long, sleek and slender. Every girl and guy who has ever slept with him sings praises of his fingers.

But I personally think those belong to artists and pianists. I seriously won't be surprised if someone told me his hands were actually cut outs from Michaelangelo's statues.

Okay I am exaggerating it.

But I can totally imagine his hand in place of adam's in that painting 'touch of god'. Really they were real pretty.

I was so busy admiring his hands in the mirror that I didn't notice when he moved towards me, with his hands still lathered in hand wash and stood behind me, both his arms trapping me as he started washing his hands under the tap in front of me.

I froze as my back hit his chest. He leaned in to my left ear and whispered "I saw you ogling my hands so I thought better give you a closer view. It's okay li'l King, we all have our own fetishes. I don't kink shame".

The squeaking sound that I made wasn't very manly and my face reddened further.

"I don't have hand fetish!"

My voice came out shriller than it should have.

He smirked and leaned further, with me still standing there frozen, caged between his strong arms.

I felt a hot breath on my neck, widening my eyes I turned left immediately that made my nose bump into his.

From this close I noticed his eyes were actually the colour of honey. Dark, viscous and tempting enough to make anyone wanna take a deep dive in those sickly sweet piths of death.

And then suddenly I realised, I have been simping on a guy, Elio at that, for the past however many minutes we've been here.

A wave of disappointment and disgust washed over me as a thought that I've pushed back one too many times from my mind resurfaced making me push him back and run away.