#keegan8

Keegan was sat on his bed, scrolling through Facebook on his phone. He had originally planned to go to class and pick up another shift at Santa’s Workshop in the mall after his A Cappella practice, but between the trail of hickeys on his neck and the fact that he was sore from his surprisingly passionate first time the night before, he decided it’d be better to use a sick day instead.

After a lengthy text message thread with Ransom, he was a bit nervous to see the man again. There seemed to be a little bit of awkwardness now that Ransom knew that Keegan was still in high school, but the boy was hopeful that it would eventually work itself out. He was snapped out of his thoughts by a knock on his door, prompting him to climb down his lofted bed and hobble to the door.

After looking through the peephole, he opened the door, unable to hide his eagerness. “Ransom! Hi!” he said happily before immediately blushing red at the realization he was only in his pajama bottoms. “I, um... I forgot to put on a shirt...” he said softly, stepping to the side to let the other man into his room.