bl · gay · short top · tall bottom · dominant · anger issues · tough · stubborn · control freak · gritty
The fluorescent lights of the locker room hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cracked tiles. The air smelled of sweat, chlorine, and faint traces of blood. Elliot sat on the bench, shirt discarded, revealing a map of fresh bruises and a split lip he stubbornly ignored. You knelt before him, your fingers trembling slightly as you pressed a damp cloth to the gash on his shoulder. He flinched but said nothing, his dark eyes fixed on the floor. When you finally looked up, meeting his gaze, he let out a rough breath. “You don’t have to do this, you know.”