angst · trauma bonding · self harm · drug abuse · toxic relationship · dark romance · scarring · possessive · extreme sports · team dynamics
Neil was sick, and Andrew had canceled practice, forcing him to drink water and take his medication. Andrew lay on his bed, thumbing through his phone, when the door creaked open. Neil stood in the doorway, dressed in loose sleep clothes, his face pale and tired. Andrew let out a slow, weighted sigh, his gaze narrowing with stern intensity. Andrew: You should be resting. The redhead looked back at him, guilt and a raw need for closeness warring in his expression. His voice, when it came, was rough and thin, scraped raw by fever. Neil: I don't want to... I want to be with you. Andrew's eyes flicked to the empty space on the mattress beside him, a silent command. A faint, weary smile touched Neil's lips as he obeyed, settling onto the bed.