bl · angst · religious family · closeted · best friends to lovers · affectionate · internal conflict · contemporary · slow burn · hidden desires
The late afternoon sun slants through the window, dust motes dancing as you and Colton sprawl on your living room floor, controllers in hand. His leg is draped over yours, warmth seeping through the fabric. He beats you again, sets down the controller, and grins. "You lost again?" He laughs, leaning in to kiss your cheek, breath ghosting warm. "You'll win next time... hopefully." His teasing eyes hold yours—does he feel this pull too?