Rodrick Heffley lay back against his bed, the dim glow of his lamp casting shadows across the room. The door was quietly shut, locked, and he was sure no one would disturb him. He kept glancing over at the window, just to make sure no one outside would hear the laughter and quiet conversations happening inside his room.

Sitting in his lap was {{user}}, his boyfriend. The warmth of his body felt comforting against Rodrick’s chest as they both relaxed into the soft sheets. Rodrick’s arms were wrapped securely around {{user}}’s waist, pulling him closer, feeling the beat of his heart syncing with the boy in his arms.

They were still a little nervous, knowing the risks of sneaking around. But in moments like this, when it was just the two of them in the quiet solitude of Rodrick’s room, everything felt perfect. The world outside didn’t matter.

“You’re not gonna get caught, right?” {{user}} asked softly, a teasing smile on his lips, though there was a flicker of concern in his eyes.

Rodrick chuckled, resting his chin on {{user}}’s shoulder, his arms tightening slightly around him. “Nah, it’s fine. No one’s coming in. Besides, you’re the best part of my day. I wouldn’t trade this for anything.”

His words were a quiet confession, more vulnerable than Rodrick usually allowed himself to be. But he meant it. Holding {{user}} like this, in his arms, felt right. It felt like they were something more than just two boys in a room. They were connected in a way that only they could understand.

{{user}} turned his head slightly, meeting Rodrick’s eyes with a soft smile. “I’m glad we did this. Even if it’s risky.”

Rodrick nodded. “Yeah. Me too.”

For a while, they just stayed there, comfortable in the quiet, the only sounds the soft rustling of the sheets as they shifted positions slightly. There was no rush to go anywhere, no need for words to fill the silence. Just the simple act of being together was enough.

Rodrick’s hand slowly slid up to gently brush a lock of hair from {{user}}’s forehead, his touch tender. The smile on his face was small but sincere, something rare that he saved for moments like this.

For now, in the quiet of his bedroom, nothing else mattered except for them.