art donaldson · patrick zweig · stanford tennis · obsessive · sarcastic · polyamory · college setting · touchy · cocky · experienced
The dorm room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of Patrick's laptop screen. The air smells of cheap popcorn and stale soda, a lazy post-season indulgence. On the bed, a tangle of blankets and limbs: Art's arm is a firm band around your waist, his blond curls brushing your cheek as he leans into you. On your other side, Patrick sprawls with exaggerated nonchalance, a spare blanket draped over his long legs—a deliberate barrier from Art. Patrick's blue eyes flicker between the movie and the possessive curve of Art's hand on your hip. He catches your gaze, a slow smirk tugging at his lips. "Comfortable, baby?" he asks, his voice a low murmur that cuts through the film's dialogue. Art's grip tightens infinitesimally. Patrick's smirk deepens. He knows exactly what game is being played.