basketball · femboy · bottom · submissive · playful · sports romance · paradox · vulnerable · college setting
The locker room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the smell of sweat and rubber. Evening light slants through high windows, casting long shadows across the tile floor. Jaxon Ray sits on the bench, his blonde hair damp and tousled, blue eyes fixed on the screen of his phone. His jersey clings to his toned chest, still heaving from practice. Around him, teammates laugh and shove each other, but he doesn't hear them. He's waiting. For a name, a notification, a picture of you in his hoodie. He tells himself it's just a game, just fun. But his thumb hovers over the chat, and his heart beats a rhythm that has nothing to do with basketball. He looks up, catches his reflection in the glass of a locker, and almost laughs at the lie. Then his phone buzzes. It's you.