![]() ![]() Easton sat on the bench between Nash and Colby, causing the latter to glare at him. Great, another class for Easton to get all touchy-feely in. Colby continued eating his lunch like usual.‘Uh, we were talking about a teacher.’‘Oh, speaking of which, we’ve got Commerce together next, right?’Nash sheepishly nodded. Easton came to the school about a month ago and immediately attached himself to Nash.‘Fuck who?’ a familiar voice, which in no way sounded like butter, asked.Nash flinched as he turned his head towards Easton. ‘Then fuck’im.’ Colby’s cold eyes and frown reminded Nash that they used to be each other’s only friend. ‘Has he never heard of personal space? He should know that not everyone is interested in stuff like that!’‘If it bothers you so much, tell him.’‘But what if he gets offended and stops wanting to hang out?’Colby shrugged. ‘I noticed.’‘It’s gross.’ Nash started throwing his hands about as he talked. He keeps touching me all the time.’Colby smirked. He took a few deep breaths and managed to calm himself.‘I’m not gay. ‘You alright?’ Nash nodded, still coughing. ‘So are you and Easton, like, gay or something?’Nash swallowed a big chunk of his own sandwich, which went down his windpipe. Now that it was sunny, they sat by one of the benches outside.In between bites of his sandwich, Colby asked. It was just Nash and his other friend Colby, a short boy with curly brown hair. Something about having to talk to a teacher. Judging by his smile and loving puppy dog eyes, Easton didn’t seem to notice.A teacher finally walked up to the main building and unlocked it.At lunch break, Easton was late. He couldn’t hear what the students behind him were saying, only the fact that they were gossiping under their breaths. ‘Nash?’How long had he been silently thinking? ‘Uh, yeah, I was busy with homework.’ ‘The whole break? Oh well, at least you’re here now.’Nash’s ears picked up some whispers. An image of one of those fluffy, animal-shaped heat bags dropped into Nash’s mind. Aside from the warmth, it was soft but heavy. What were you up to?’ As Easton brushed his finger up and down his collarbone over his shirt, Nash started to piece together what his touch felt like. He placed a warm hand on Nash’s shoulder. Oh, and his body spray with notes of fresh citrus and lavender? Not appealing at all.‘You can let go now,’ Nash grumbled. His cinnamon-brown wavy hair definitely never looked like it’d be soft to touch whenever he let it down. Of course they were, since Easton still had his arms around Nash.With a giant scowl, Nash looked up at the taller boy with his big, dumb grin and his stupid hipsterish man bun. Nash’s cheeks seemed to think the weather had suddenly gotten even colder. I just missed you.’ His voice was high-pitched and silvery. The school, a small collection of buildings with corrugated steel walls, had not opened yet.‘Put me down, you moron!’Easton obliged. ![]() Yellow-faced honeyeaters whistled their songs, occasionally and rudely interrupted by the boisterous laughter of the kookaburras. The sun had just finished rising, revealing the crisply-scented wet grass. The colour of Nash’s cheeks made them look like they were actively fighting against the cold.They were not alone, just two boys in a coed group of students waiting under the eave of the main school building. Not that he wanted to dedicate much time to thinking about it.As winter rain enveloped their surroundings for what was likely to be just five minutes, Easton wrapped his arms around Nash’s torso and lifted him into the air. Is this just a display of platonic affection or is there something more to it?Content Warning: Swearing and homophobia,Nash didn’t know how to describe Easton’s touch. Touch Like a Heat Bag- M/M Short StoryRated: TFandom: Original StoryRelationship Type: M/MDescription: Bashful teenager Nash is living a lovely life in a country town in Australia, with one problem- his friend Easton keeps acting all touchy-feely and this is making him feel very confused.
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