Brian’s room in the loft is less ‘bedroom’ and more ‘home gym.’ He has a weight set taking up most of the space, his bed pushed against a wall to accommodate it. There’s a little dresser shoved into the closet like an afterthought. His bed isn’t that big or soft, either, Alec muses, as he watches the other– well, the only boy work out. “That’s still weird.” He says to himself, idly. Himself. Herself? No, still shitty. Definitely ‘him’. “Mm?” Brian asks, in breaths between reps. He’s on a bench lifting truly impressive amounts of weight above his chest, providing … Continue reading Hatchling: wip
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