Warnings: Limy. Idk if it qualifies as lime or not, but it's hot and it has suggestive language. If this makes you uncomfortable, I will summarize what happened in this chapter at the beginning of next chapter.

BUT

I was thinking of making the next chapter an excerpt of like smut? Because people (Meaning that one person who commented) said they were cool with it and I wrote a smutshot and if you would like to read it you can but all that would happen in that chapter would be sex. It would have no effect on the storyline whatsoever and you could skip it if you choose.

If I do this though, I will not tolerate bullshit. I mean it. I do not want people to get mad at me for publishing it. In this story, Tam and Keefe are 17 years old. There are plenty of smuts for HP (harry potter) and they're 17, and this should be no different. If you are uncomfortable with smut do yourself a favor and skip it and wait for the next chapter. I don't want backlash because it is your decision to read that chapter. I will put at the top of that chapter a warning, and I expect those who decide to read to know I have not surprised this onto them.

Also, thank y'all who were being so kind on my convo board. I am going through something right now and I really am glad you spoke to me about it. Y'all are true friends.

Now, the story.

-Rey

Warnings: Not lime but a lil limey. It's hot tho. It's also 2k words hehe

Tam POV

With that cold-hearted rejection, I decided it would be more harmful for me to stay in school than not to.

Linh catches me on my way out, and makes a pissed off face.

"Tam Dai Song, are you ditching?" She crosses her arms.

"Yes I am. Want to join?" I offer politely.

"Why are you skipping? You know mom and dad are home. They'll catch you."

"I'll go through the window." I shrug.

"Is this Keefe-related?"

"Is it your business?" I ask.

"Fine. Sorry I care about you." Linh sighes.

"I'm sorry, Linh. It's just hard to be around Keefe." I scratch my neck.

"It's okay." She hugs me, "Make sure to fill me in tonight."

"Will do." With a final smile, I walk out the door and start my journey home.

. . . . . .

There's a tree right next to my bedroom window, and I quickly scale it and jimmy the window. After a few minutes of shaking it, it finally opens and I slide into my room. I shut the window softly, trying not to make a lot of noise. My room is a mess. Books and papers are everywhere and it's a mess in general. I decided to spend the day cleaning it up. It took hours.

I grab a trash bag and scoop up all the papers into it. I neatly stack books onto the shelf. Cleaning up my desk, I find that I have an unopened envelope from Keefe. I couldn't help it, so I tore it open. A paper on the front says in bad penmanship: "Hey Bangs Boy, made some art...I don't know why but last night I was thinking about you a lot so I drew some art. I hope you like it, not that I care or whatever." I smile and check the date. It was before we got into the mess. I look past the note and there's about ten pieces of art.

It felt so personal. All of them were of me besides one, which was of a raven. Some were memories, some seemed more like one he had in a dream. I was smiling in one. My eyes crinkled in the edges and my lips held up high. I seemed so happy. It must've been because he was around. I was always happier with him. Maybe he was happier without me?

I pulled out my phone and texted him quickly.

You: Keefe I know we called quits and I already tried to get you to stay but I can't stop thinking about you and this is desperate but I just want to say I love you and I probably always will no matter what shit I try to sell.

You: Also, if it even matters, I talked to a matchmaker and apparently we are soulmates. We're just not a girl and a boy so they pretended it was a glitch.

Tears spilled like the clouds had moved into my room and darkened. I shouldn't be crying because I shouldn't have really thought I could've had him but I did and here I am, a mess. I closed the curtains as the storm of my headspace started to take shape.

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Keefe POV

The texts came in late at night. Well, I had muted my phone for the whole entire day because I hated myself and didn't want anyone to talk to me. That's when I read them. I felt horrible, because it shouldn't have changed my mind the way it did.

I was lying in bed and listening to sad music because I suck and was waiting for someone to shoot me and I saw the two unread.

That was the last straw.

I kept hearing voices in my head telling me I didn't know what I wanted. But that's true. I didn't know what I wanted. But I know now.

My legs moved faster than my head could comprehend. Sadly, because of that, I tripped on the last stair and fell flat on my face, and my dad saw it all.

"Keefe, I usually question your ways to myself, but what the hell has got you so wound up?" He asks.

"Teenage love." I answer, grabbing a coat. "You know, with the-"

"The Song Boy?" I freeze, not expecting him to guess Tam. I tried to lead him onto thinking about Sophie, but I failed miserably.

"Yeah." I say slowly, embarrassed. "I'm kinda bisexual."

"I know." Lord Cassius said. "I've known for a while."

"You have? Since when?"

"Your- Lady Gisela brought it up. The way she framed it made it seem like something I should shame you for, so I decided to do so, even though I'm gay myself." He said casually, as if he wasn't shattering my whole world.

"That's-that's impossible." I stutter.

"I mean, you think I fell in love with Lady Gisela?" He laughs to himself, "I married her because she threatened to tell the world how I was dating a boy-whom I will not name-unless I married her. It was horrible. And then she had suspicions that my queerness had rubbed off on you and blamed me and told me to get you to stop being who you were. To be the disapproving father I am now." He shrugs, "It's hard to be vulnerable after she killed him. And that's no excuse to not try and make up to you, but I am trying. BUT this isn't about me right now." He smiles at me, "I saw the lists."

"Shit." I curse, knowing this is it for me. So long, Keefe the Free. Hello, Keefe the Grounded Until You're 300.

"And all I have to say is: Stay safe, and text me when you're coming back." I must've looked shocked because he said, "What? Though I'm ancient looking now, I was young too. Love is crazy."

I stand around for a moment and he says, "Go, before I change my mind."

I ran quickly outside, trying not to think that my dad could possibly be a good (AND A GAY) guy and that he was letting me sneak out.

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Tam POV

I'm trying to fall asleep, but it's useless. Keefe didn't respond to my text. What's the point in sleeping? I'm not even tired. I sit up and grab the drawings off of my desk, examining them with more detail than I originally thought. The shading was perfect, my silver eyes had a glint I'd never noticed before. I looked prettier in his drawings than I deserved to. In the corner of the paper, his signature: Lord Hunkyhair. This makes me laugh aloud. What a goofball.

Crash!

I hear the sound of the tree outside my room having a branch break and someone falling off. I jump up and open my window and peer outside. A blonde hunk lays on his back, looking like he just got hit by lightning.

"Keefe?" I called out.

"One sec!" He gets up, and scales the tree like a squirrel. Then, Keefe sits on the windowsill, "Hi."

"Hi." I say, trying to not think about how close our faces were.

Me, sitting on my desk, him, sitting on my windowsill. Our bodies are aware of the space, and trying to deny the shallow breaths we were breathing.

"I have to talk to you about everything." He says, his chest going up and down quickly, "But obviously we should just talk about the stuff you were telling me and what you texted because that's most important."

"Yeah." I nod, remembering how hard it is not to grab him and press our bodies together as hard as I could.

"I'm going to say something you cannot tell anyone that I said, okay?" I nod once more, feeling like an obedient puppy, "I'm really stupid."

"No you're not."

"Yes I am. Because it takes you telling me that a stupid system did actually decide we were meant to be to get me to get the guts to tell you that I love you more than I thought was Elvinly possible and now I'm sitting on your window porch and i'm asking you to take me back which I don't think you should because I dumped you but apparently my dad's gay and I'm bisexual and I also really love you and I might only be seventeen and not know anything but I might not ever get the chance to tell you so just an fyi I love you and would really like to kiss you so that's that." He takes a deep breath.

"I don't know if I should push you out the window or kiss you." I sigh.

"If I get a say, I would like to state that the ground is not comfortable out there." Keefe added. "So, yeah. What's it gonna be?"

"I'll kiss." I grab a fistful of his shirt and pull him to me.

It doesn't take long for him to melt into the kiss, and he slides off the windowsill and onto the desk with me. Keefe gently sucks my bottom lip and sneaks his tongue into my mouth, as we eagerly fight for dominance. It was supposed to be an innocent kiss but it got much more heated. I tried not to shake but the feeling of his body against mine was so hot I could barely control myself. He smiles and breaks apart from the kiss and teases, "Awww, someone excited?"

"Shut the fuck up." I say, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

"This desk is so uncomfortable." keefe whines. "I'm moving to the bed."

He lifts me up and slams me up against the wall that the bed was put against, earning a whimper from me. He presses a knee in between my legs and I bite my lip hard, not trying to make a noise I'd regret making. He smiles and starts kissing my neck, not going too hard on me but making me feel super needy.

"May I remove your shirt, Tam Song?" He says in a dapper voice.

"You're such a weirdo."

Keefe rubs his knee harder into me, causing me to gasp, "What was that?"

"Yes please." I say quickly, my face reddening.

He unbuttoned my shirt slowly, to tease me. I try to rush him, but everytime I do, he would press his knee deeper into my body and make me whimper.

"You are so impatient." He clicks his tongue.

"And I'm getting bored." I say, teasingly.

"You sure? I think he disagrees with you." Keefe says, looking down at my pants.

I follow his gaze and I roll my eyes, "I hate myself."

"Don't!" He says, "No one can resist the charm of Keefe, Lord Hunky Hair."

"This is my soulmate." I deadpan.

"And you are my soulmate." Keefe grins, "We're a match made in heaven."

"No, we're definitely a match made in Hell." I say.

"Uh huh, whatever helps you sleep at night." He rolls his eyes.

"Tam!" Linh calls out, and opens the door immediately after yelling, catching me and Keefe, pressed up together like two sausages being packaged with plastic, and her face gets super red. "Oh-I didn't uh know Keefe was coming over!"

Keefe jumps off of me and we both look at her, trying not to look as flushed as we were for being caught, and she just shakes her head. "Boys."

She leaves. We look at each other for a moment, and we both burst out in laughter for no real reason.

This was definitely not the way I thought it'd go.