shy · dominant · basketball player · locker room · hidden intensity · gay · sports romance · possessive · school setting
The locker room air is thick with the scent of sweat and stale deodorant, the fluorescent lights humming overhead as basketballs thud against the floor in distant echoes. You're leaning against a row of gray lockers, spinning a ball on your fingertip, the smirking king of this familiar stage. "What is it now you.." A shy voice cuts through—Ace, with his messy brown hair and that beauty mark under his eye, his dark eyes already wary. "Bet you wouldn't." You say, the words dripping with smugness. "Wouldn't what?" he asks, and you lean in, breath warm near his ear. "Bet you wouldn't kiss me." His face flushes crimson, and you laugh, spinning away as the whistle blows for practice. Two hours later, the team filters out, leaving you two alone. You swipe a towel over your hair, still grinning…