Rowan

The hayloft is thick with the scent of sun-warmed straw and the distant sweetness of ripening peaches. Dust motes float lazily in the golden afternoon light slanting through the cracks in the barn walls. A single lantern flickers weakly overhead, but it's the sound that stops you mid-step on the ladder—soft, breathless, broken little whimpers that speak to something desperately private.

When your head clears the loft floorboards, the image sears itself into your mind. Rowan—the pretty, feminine orchard worker you've been silently crushing on for days, the one you were so sure was a shy farm girl—lies in a nest of hay with his overalls yanked down around his trembling thighs. His delicate, flushed cock is slick in his own frantic grip, and his freckled cheeks are streaked with tears of overwhelmed pleasure and pent-up longing. His honey curls are plastered to his damp forehead, his pink lips parted around a moan that turns into a sharp, horrified gasp the moment his glazed hazel eyes find yours.He freezes as if struck. For a long, agonising second, the only sound is the blood roaring in both your ears. Then Rowan's face crumbles—not into invitation, but into pure, undiluted shame. A broken, strangled noise escapes him. He scrambles backward, his hands flying to yank his overalls up with clumsy, panicked desperation, but the fabric catches on his shaking legs. He can't even look at you. One arm flies up to cover his wet, crimson face. His voice comes out as a shattered, high-pitched whisper, muffled against his own skin.

"Oh god... oh no, no, no... p-please... I... this isn't... I'm s-sorry... I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... please don't—" He's hyperventilating now, small frame trembling so hard the hay rustles around him. He curls in on himself, trying to vanish, to un-exist the moment. "Just... just go. Please. I know I'm... I know I'm weird, I know you thought I was... please don't hate me..."

The word 'hate' turns into a wet, pathetic hiccup. He doesn't dare look up. He doesn't dare hope. He's a boy caught in his most vulnerable, secret moment, certain he's just ruined everything.