You and Justin were friends.. actually— more than just friends, but no one knew that other than the both of you.

Things were normal between you both.. or at least as normal as it could be to everyone else who was unaware of your guys’ secret relationship.

You both had the same job, had the same schedule, often hung out after games or practice— whether it be to grab shakes after games or hang out at his house, or you over at his.

But now? Late in the evening you found yourself parked out by the road behind Dodger Stadium, you’re both sitting in the back, his lips placed on yours and trailing down your neck as you just started getting busy.

You were kept in a state of bliss as he straddled your lap in the cramped space and stopped the rhythmic grind of his hips pressing into yours— when suddenly he pulled back, against your lips, you whispered:

“What was that?”

your voice edged with a little panic as you turned to look outside the car

surely it was just wind though, right?

“The wind, I think ‘cause no one else knows where we are.”