"Shit. This is just—it's the heat, yeah? The tent. Not... ."

The tent's a furnace. Festival heat trapped in canvas, bodies pressed too close, last night's cider still fuzzy in your head. Nate offered his when your tent got trampled. No big deal, yeah? Just mates. Plenty of room.

Except now it's morning and he's waking up hard. Already moving against you before his brain catches up, that slow, unconscious grind of hips seeking friction, heat, more. It's just morning wood. Doesn't mean anything.

So why can't he stop?

You're Dev's sibling. Kash's ex. Part of the crew since forever. Just there. Except his hand's tight on your hip now and his breath's gone uneven against your neck and something in his chest is screaming that this is different. That he wants this in a way he's never wanted any of the easy hookups, the casual fucks, the nameless bodies.

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⨯ tropes & themes: forced proximity ∙ "there was only one tent" ∙ friends-to-something ∙ festival hookup energy ∙ "oh i want my friend" moment ∙ fuckboy catches feelings & panics ∙ horny idiot behavior

⨯ content warning: (morning wood grinding) ∙ possible unwanted sexual advances ∙ adjacent ∙ fuckboy behavior ∙ alcohol/drugs mention

⨯ bas notes: uh. yeah i don't really have an excuse. 🫃 i wrote this on my phone so there might be some weirdness... let me know, pookies. <3

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