Selfless. (BoyXBoy)

Chapter 1.

The air in the storage room is thick with the scent of oil and dust, but right now, all I can smell is Bentley, the warmth of his skin, the faint trace of his shampoo lingering in his hair. My back is pressed against the cool metal shelves, but I barely notice.

His hands are rough and eager, gripping the hem of my t-shirt, tugging me towards him. Every brush of his fingers sends a bolt of electricity through me, like I'm experiencing him for the first time all over again.

He's mine, I think, still shocked by it. After everything, Bentley is here, in my arms, our breaths mingling, lips locked in a kiss that's only getting hotter. My pulse thrums in my chest, my skin tingling wherever he touches me. The longer we stay here, the more the heat between us builds, and I can't imagine stopping.

Suddenly I'm drawn out of the heavenly moment by a loud Crash, echoing through the space around us. A sudden, jarring sound from the main garage floor jolting us apart. My heart leaps into my throat, pounding so hard I can feel it in my ears. Bentley gasps against my lips, his wide green eyes meeting mine, and before I can think, I've got him behind me, my body shielding him from whatever's out there.

We're both frozen, listening. The only sound is our ragged breathing and the faint hum of the overhead light. His fingers twist into the back of my t-shirt, gripping tight. I can feel the tremor in his hands as he takes a deep breath.

"What was that?" he whispers, voice shaky.

I shake my head, brows furrowed. "No idea."

We're supposed to be alone, Phil left half an hour ago to catch his flight. My stomach knots with worry.

I take a step toward the door, but Bentley's grip tightens, his fingers digging into my side. I turn back, and the worry in his eyes is clear. "I have to check," I murmured. "It'll be okay. Just wait here."

Gently, I peel his hand off my shirt, squeezing his fingers before letting go.

He doesn't look happy, but he doesn't argue. I can see the conflict in his face, he wants to keep me safe, just like I want to protect him.

I reach for the door handle, cold metal biting into my palm. I glance back at Him for a moment, his tousled hair, his flushed cheeks, before slowly pushing the door open.

The main floor is a mess of shadows and clutter, dimly lit by a distant, overhead flickering bulb.

My eyes scan the space with tunnel vision, my pulse still racing. For a moment, everything seems still. Then, from the far right corner, I hear it, shuffling, the clink of metal. My breath catches. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up as my eyes dart to the source.

Behind the standing toolbox, I catch a glimpse of movement, a silhouette, bent over, half-hidden in shadow. My mind races. Intruder? Thief? A very large Rat?

I debate calling out, but with Bentley being right behind me, I stay quiet, watching, not wanting to draw attention to us until I had more information.

A few seconds later, the figure straightens, a metal can, which I recognize to be the home of nails and screws, between their hands. The tension in my chest eases a little, at least I know what caused the crash. The person turns, and relief floods through me as I recognize Sam's long brown ponytail, her familiar posture.

"Who is it?" Bentley whispers, still tense, but clearly noticing my much more relaxed posture.

I turn back, rolling my eyes. "Fucking Sam."

I step out of the room, motioning for Bentley to follow. He hesitates, then slips his hand into mine, his fingers warm and reassuring. My chest tightens, but this time, it's not from fear, it's something else, something sweet and electric.