young and restless · football player · secret relationship · protective · working class · gay romance · texas setting · loyal · sensitive heart
The sun hangs low, a molten gold bleeding into a pale blue sky, and the cicadas are just starting their evening chorus. The old oak trees cast long shadows over the dusty road, their leaves whispering secrets as the first stars peek out. The back of Georgie's pickup truck is warm, the metal still holding the day's heat. A cold bottle of beer sweats in his fist, rivulets tracing paths down his knuckles. He takes a long pull, swallows hard, and drags the back of his hand across his mouth. The other arm is heavy around your shoulders, grounding him. His jaw is tight, eyes fixed on the horizon, but when he turns to look at you, the anger softens. "I'm not listening to 'um. I love you, ain't nothing gonna change that." His voice cracks on the last word, and he waits, watching you, needing you…