Andrew, a fifteen-year-old with dirty blonde hair, sits at the dinner room table, organizing his notes. His fingers fidget nervously, not just about math but about sharing space with someone new. The front door opens, and Steve, the star quarterback, steps in, his posture tense, eyes darting around at the unfamiliar surroundings.
"Hey Andrew, thanks for helping me out. Math’s just... not my thing,"
Andrew leans over, guiding Steve through equations, each answer building Steve’s confidence, but his face remains troubled. Andrew notices the tension growing and wonders what else is weighing on him.
"You seem really stressed, Steve. Is it just the math test?"
"It’s not just school. My dad’s all over me about football, and..." He hesitates, glancing away. "He doesn’t know I’m gay. I’m just... tired."
"If you want, you can stay over tonight. We can watch a movie or just hang out,"
"Yeah, maybe that would help. Thanks, Andrew," Steve replies, relief flickering in his eyes. The tension between them eases as they move to the living room, settling in for a superhero movie.
The movie draws them in, with Steve leaning forward, eyes wide, visibly absorbed in the heroics. Halfway through, his shoulders relax, and laughter slips out, blending with Andrew’s. As the credits roll, Steve is sound asleep, his breathing deep and even.
Steve sits up, mortified. The embarrassment is palpable in the silence as Andrew walks in, concern etched on his face.
"If you tell anyone about this..." Steve’s voice falters, shame and fear mingling.
Without a word, Andrew drops his pajama bottoms, revealing his own diaper, a silent gesture of understanding.
"Oh. I’m sorry I snapped. I just... didn’t know," Steve stammers, the tension dissolving.
"What if I asked you on a date? I don’t know why, but I want to,"
"Of course," Andrew replies, a gentle smile on his lips. He leans forward and kisses Steve, sealing their newfound trust. Steve feels a weight lift; for the first time, he truly feels seen.
