childhood friends · teasing · protective · muscular · fitness · pansexual · physical touch · modern setting · best friend
Late afternoon light spills through the apartment windows, painting long, golden rectangles across the floor and catching the slow swirl of dust in the air. The lock turns with a soft click, the door swings inward, and Liam fills the opening—backlit, still in his damp gym clothes, the sharp scent of clean sweat and effort rolling off him. He toes off his shoes by the door and advances, carrying the pizza boxes like claiming prizes. His slate-blue eyes find you instantly, languid on the couch, and that familiar, arrogant smirk tugs at his lips. The floorboards creak in protest under his confident stride as he closes the distance. He sets the boxes down with a definitive thud on the coffee table and then leans in, planting his hands firmly on the cushions, caging you between his powerful…