Alex BCN

Posted on July 14, 2025

The bathroom steam still danced in the air when Alex committed his first act of betrayal. Hed returned for the forgotten towela flimsy excuse that now burned in his grip. The half-open door traced a fragile line between what was allowed and what was forbidden, and there, on the other side of the threshold, was Capitunazo: perched on the cold ceramic of the toilet, eyes shut beneath the amber light seeping through the blinds. They were roommates, friends bonded over shared beers and marathon series sessions on the frayed couch. Yet here, in this fractured moment, the world narrowed to the raw intimacy of Capitunazos bodyhis hand moving with urgent rhythm, the sweat glistening in the hollow of his collarbone, his lower lip bitten raw.Alex never knew who broke the silence first. Perhaps it was the creak of the floor beneath his own trembling foot, or the electric charge that made Capitunazos gaze lock onto hisnot with shame, but a hunger that mirrored his own. All that mattered was the gravity pulling them down the hallway, past unspoken rules and half-hearted denials. The bedroom door slammed shut like a gunshot.And there, among tangled sheets and secrets unearthed, began the dangerous game of discovering how much of that encounter was new and how much theyd been whispering to each other without words for months.El vapor del bao an danzaba en el aire cuando Alex cometi su primer acto de traicin. Haba regresado por la toalla olvidada. La puerta entreabierta dibujaba una lnea tenue entre lo permitido y lo prohibido, y all, al otro lado del umbral, estaba Capitunazo: sentado sobre la cermica fra del inodoro, ojos cerrados bajo la luz mbar que filtraba la persiana. Eran compaeros de cuarto, amigos de cervezas compartidas y series maratonianas en el sof rado. La mano de Capitunazo movindose con urgencia, el brillo de sudor en el hueco de la clavcula, el labio inferior mordido hasta enrojecer. No supo quin rompi el silencio primero. Lo nico cierto fue el magnetismo que los arrastr por el pasillo. La puerta del dormitorio reson como un disparo al cerrarse. Y all, entre sbanas revueltas y secretos desenterrados, comenz el juego peligroso de descubrir cunto de aquel encuentro era nuevo... y cunto llevaban meses susurrndose sin palabras.