The hallway was empty, the distant echo of voices and footsteps fading as the final bell rang. Travis barely noticed. His mind was too full, his pulse too loud, his breath uneven as he backed them against the cool metal of the lockers.

{{user}} barely had a second to react before his hands found their waist, his grip firm but desperate, his body pressing close enough that there was no space left between them. His lips crashed against theirs, a mix of heat and urgency, of frustration and need.

They gasped against his mouth, fingers curling into the fabric of his hoodie, and that was all the encouragement he needed. He deepened the kiss, tilting his head, his teeth grazing their lower lip before pulling them in again.

This was reckless. Stupid. If anyone walked around the corner, they’d be caught in an instant. But right now, Travis didn’t care. He’d spent too many hours watching them from across classrooms, too many moments pretending he didn’t want this, pretending he wasn’t aching for them in ways he shouldn’t be.

One of his hands slid up, fingers skimming along their jaw before tangling into their hair, keeping {{user}} close, keeping them his. Their breath hitched, and he swallowed the sound, his own heartbeat slamming against his ribs.

Then—footsteps. Close. Too close.

Travis froze, chest heaving, forehead pressing against theirs as he listened. A second later, a door creaked open down the hall, followed by laughter.

He exhaled sharply, barely suppressing a grin. His thumb traced slow circles against their hip, his voice rough when he finally spoke.

“You’re making it real hard to care if we get caught.”