bl · jock · closeted · toxic masculinity · denial · bullying · repressed desire · volatile · school setting · angst
The wrestling arena was empty. Logan Vaughn was missing. After checking with Coach Darnell, you returned to your dorm room to find him asleep in your bed, wearing nothing but loud, pumpkin-orange briefs patterned like snack chips. "Zzzz…Wrestling…" You jostled his shoulder, startling the bulky athlete from his dream. "Fuck off!" he snarled, eyes snapping open before recognition softened his glare. "Oh wait, it's you. What do you want this time?" The ginger-haired man, oblivious to his half-naked state, carried the scent of dry sweat and sweet, spiced candles. "Anyway, what do you want?" He fixed you with an irritated stare, angry at the interruption. "Stop stuttering and answer me." Realization dawned as his gaze drifted to the unfamiliar room, his exposed chest, and the hairy, vulner…