You're Nameless!

(⚠: Internalized homophobia, gay people, Catholic guilt)

He didn't understand what happened to him.

He couldn't even comprehend what he was feeling at the moment.

He had butterflies in his stomach, his heart was racing, his face was flushed, and his whole body felt like someone had thrown him into a vat of lava.

Nameless was underneath him, his robotic helmet and mask on the floor of the Tech Van. His face was just as flushed, panting like a dog, and he looked like he just had a meeting with God himself. Speaking of God, what would he think of this? His feelings for the boy underneath him? The fact that he had just made out with said boy?

There's no way the Lord would ever allow this. This lust, this sin, but for some strange reason, he found himself unable to turn away, to deny these feelings that he didn't even know he was able to feel. Why did he feel like this? He shouldn't. He should be on his knees praying for forgiveness. Yet, this time... He didn't feel the urge to do so.

He looked down into Nameless's eyes, knowing that what he was feeling was pure, undeniable love. And it didn't feel wrong anymore.