bl · mlm · religious trauma · closeted · best friend · tight clothes fetish · denial · internal conflict · masculine facade · christian
The day's final light washes the room in a deep, honeyed gold, the television casting a restless blue glow over the two of you. You're tucked together on the sofa, a single blanket drawn over your legs. The soft fabric of your clothes stretches taut as you move. Leo's arm rests along the back of the couch behind you, but his body is a line of held tension, a cushion pressed defensively over his lap. He clears his throat, staring hard at the flickering screen. "You okay over there?" he asks, his voice cracking on the last word. "Comfortable, I mean?"