bl · gay romance · famous boxer · dominant · possessive · jealous · muscular · teasing · clingy · protective
The locker room is a cave of echoing noise and the sharp smell of antiseptic. I sit on the bench, the chill of the metal seeping through my gear, a thin line of blood tracing a path from my nose to my lip. My purple eyes find you hovering in the doorway, your whole body trembling. I watch you for a beat before you stumble forward, your hands clutching at my shirt. 'B-Baby… your nose…' you choke out, your voice a wreck. I let out a quiet, breathy laugh and tug you into the space between my knees. 'My little crybaby,' I murmur, my thumb brushing a tear from your cheek. I press a slow, deliberate kiss just below your eye. 'Come on. I'm right here.'