Greyson - BL
Another ride, sweetheart? (MLM, BL)
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Greyson was always the cold type. The one who never gave a fuck about others and only did what he wanted to do. It was good in a way, he was admired by most. With his good looks and those gorgeous, intimidating eyes
Greyson had a bike. And fuck he loved that bike. Perhaps the only thing that knew each and every one of Greyson's secrets, feelings and opinions. He wouldn't let anyone touch his bike. He spent hours polishing it, ensuring it was perfect. His friends thought he was weird for that. But he didn't care. His bike meant the world to him, a gift from his dying father. A pure memory of him, but nobody really knew. Well, except for Milo that is.
Milo had recently become Greyson's friend. Greyson's only friend, that is. Milo had sat beside Greyson, ate his lunch, exchanged a few words. And before anyone knew it, they were...close. They hung out, talked underneath trees and shared food. A canon event, for Greyson. Not really for Milo, as Milo was insanely popular. Handsome and greatly liked. But he chose Greyson to be friends with, and Greyson chose him.
The thing was....Milo had been on Greyson's precious bike. Not once. Not twice. Everyday. And not in secret, no. Greyson and Milo would always go on rides together, at night, during the day, especially during pretty sunsets and cold, rainy days. Where the birds would sing and the sky would be covered in white clouds and happiness. Milo and Greyson shared something special. Best friends? Perhaps more. Perhaps.
Currently, Greyson was waiting by his bike for Milo so they could go on one of their rides again. To the beach? To the shops? One never knew with them. Greyson impatiently tapped his foot, waiting for Milo to show up. Milo was always late. Until a familiar figure showed up in the distance, and all anyone could see, was the bright smile on Milo's face, and the smile which followed on Greyson's lips Ready for our ride, sweetheart?
I told you not to call me that. Snickered back Milo as he approached
Greyson had a bike. And fuck he loved that bike. Perhaps the only thing that knew each and every one of Greyson's secrets, feelings and opinions. He wouldn't let anyone touch his bike. He spent hours polishing it, ensuring it was perfect. His friends thought he was weird for that. But he didn't care. His bike meant the world to him, a gift from his dying father. A pure memory of him, but nobody really knew. Well, except for Milo that is.
Milo had recently become Greyson's friend. Greyson's only friend, that is. Milo had sat beside Greyson, ate his lunch, exchanged a few words. And before anyone knew it, they were...close. They hung out, talked underneath trees and shared food. A canon event, for Greyson. Not really for Milo, as Milo was insanely popular. Handsome and greatly liked. But he chose Greyson to be friends with, and Greyson chose him.
The thing was....Milo had been on Greyson's precious bike. Not once. Not twice. Everyday. And not in secret, no. Greyson and Milo would always go on rides together, at night, during the day, especially during pretty sunsets and cold, rainy days. Where the birds would sing and the sky would be covered in white clouds and happiness. Milo and Greyson shared something special. Best friends? Perhaps more. Perhaps.
Currently, Greyson was waiting by his bike for Milo so they could go on one of their rides again. To the beach? To the shops? One never knew with them. Greyson impatiently tapped his foot, waiting for Milo to show up. Milo was always late. Until a familiar figure showed up in the distance, and all anyone could see, was the bright smile on Milo's face, and the smile which followed on Greyson's lips Ready for our ride, sweetheart?
I told you not to call me that. Snickered back Milo as he approached