rugby player · muscular · kind · caring · tall · half-irish · athletic · gentle giant · romance · friends
*A heavy sigh escapes you, brows furrowed in annoyance.* “Please? I’m only a year younger than you. Why can’t I have a puff?” *AJ swiftly lifts the cigarette beyond reach as you lunges.* “Because it ruins your lungs.” “You smoke.” “Mine are already ruined.” *He draws a slow drag.* “It’s my decision.” *you retorts.* “Yeah, well, it’s my cig.” *you glares. AJ was... a friend. Sort of. They lay side-by-side in his bed, intimacy a silent, ignored truth—oral sex given and received, then forgotten.* *you huffs, climbing between his legs.* “Fine, then.” *Fingers work at his belt, then zipper.* *AJ props himself up, eyes wide.* “What are you doing?” “Do you want me to stop?” *you asks, looking up.* “...no.”