Chapter 4: Of Diagrams and Daydreams

🧠 Young One's POV – Biology Class

It started with a diagram.

A very specific diagram.

A very detailed, very awkward diagram.

There I was, sitting in the third row of Advanced Biology, trying to mind my own business, when Dr. Tan, our gloriously deadpan lecturer, tapped her laser pointer against the whiteboard and announced:

"Today, we begin human reproduction."

Silence.

Then snickering.

Then chaos.

The guy behind me actually choked on his water bottle. Someone fake-moaned. I think Jaxon whispered, "Let's gooo" like it was a football match.

Me?

I was fine. Totally fine. I was a grown man. A mature, worldly, emotionally stable—

Sky licked his lips.

I died.

He was sitting diagonally across the room, flipping a page in his notebook with this cool, lazy elegance that made it feel illegal. His fingers were long. His lips were soft. His neck was… very neck-like. And when Dr. Tan said "erection," he blinked once. Just once. And I swear, my soul left my body.

I tried not to stare. I really did.

But biology is hard when you're biologically cursed with a gay crush.

"During arousal, blood flow increases in the genitals," Dr. Tan continued, calm as a monk.

Sky shifted in his seat.

I imagined pushing him against the lab table.

I blinked hard. Focused on my notes. Wrote the word "penis" in cursive for some reason. Covered it up with a drawing of a squirrel.

Then—he looked at me.

Our eyes locked for half a second.

He looked away.

I almost flipped my desk.

🌙 Sky's POV – Midnight

That night, I couldn't sleep.

The fan was on. The window was open. My room was quiet except for the hum of traffic and the low buzz of my thoughts.

And Young One's face.

His smirk. His arms. His voice. That ridiculous, confident energy that made every cell in me light up like I was my own damn diagram.

I'd never… let myself imagine it this far.

But tonight?

I gave in.

In my dream, we were still in the locker room. Empty. Steam clinging to the mirrors. His chest rising and falling from practice. My back against the cold tiles. His fingers brushing my jaw.

He didn't ask.

He just looked at me like I was the only thing he'd ever wanted — and then he kissed me.

It was rough. It was deep. I melted.

I remember the weight of him, the way his hand slid down my waist, how his voice growled against my skin—

"Sky," he said in the dream. Just once. Just my name.

I let him take me, fully, without question.

And it felt like falling into heat, into hunger, into something we weren't allowed to say in daylight.

🛏️ Young One's POV – Same Night

I woke up at 2:41 AM.

Sweating.

Heart racing.

My sheets were twisted and my brain was on fire.

I saw his mouth. His bare shoulder. The way he whispered my name like a secret.

I sat up in bed, ran a hand through my hair, and muttered, "I need to stop sleeping."

But I didn't really want to.

Not if it meant forgetting the way he said yes.