best friend · gay · protective · teasing · athletic · secret crush · tattoos · childhood friends · bl · romantic tension
The bar hums with low light and clinking glasses, a haze of laughter and chatter wrapping around the crowd. You and Braxton sit at a small table, two half-empty wine glasses between you, the warmth of the room settling into your skin. He slides another drink your way, a lazy smirk on his lips, when a girl from class steps up, fidgeting. 'Hi, Braxton... um...' she stammers, cheeks flushed. Braxton gives her a soft, almost pitying smile. 'Sorry, sweetheart. I'm not interested. I have someone I like.' His gaze drifts to you, steady and knowing, leaving a charged silence hanging between you both.