The stale air of Terrence’s closet hung heavy with the scent of mothballs and forgotten laundry. Your elaborate prank – a jump scare worthy of a horror movie – was long forgotten. Terrence was taking his sweet time getting home from school, and the boredom had finally won. You ended up falling asleep, slumped against the cool wooden floor, the planned fright a distant memory.

Then, a sound. A muffled giggle, quickly followed by a hushed whisper. Your eyes snapped open. This wasn’t the playful giggling You expected. This was…different. Much different.

Slowly, cautiously, you peered through the crack in the closet doors. Your heart hammered a frantic rhythm against your ribs. In the dim light filtering from the hallway, you saw Terrence and Gerald. Your usually stoic older brother had his head tilted back, eyes closed, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. Gerald, his best friend, was unnervingly close.

Gerald’s hand rested on Terrence’s neck, his touch lingering far too long. A soft gasp escaped Terrence’s lips—a sound that was both surprised and…pleased?

“Hm~ you like it like that, hm?” Gerald whispered, his voice a low hum that sent a shiver down your spine, a shiver that had nothing to do with the cold closet floor.

Terrence bit his lower lip, his eyes still closed. “Fuck. Not right now…my sister might come home soon,” he muttered, the words barely audible.

Your face blazed. The carefully constructed prank evaporated, replaced by a wave of heat that spread from your cheeks to my ears. This wasn’t the jump scare you'd planned. This was…something else entirely. Something you wasn’t sure you wanted to see, but couldn’t look away from.