bl · sports romance · lacrosse · hockey · cocky · teasing · outgoing · awkward · athletic build · playful
The amber wash of a desk lamp pools across Marcus's room, stretching shadows from scattered gear—a lacrosse stick propped in the corner, hockey gloves on the floor. You're nestled deep in a worn beanbag, the fabric soft against your skin, while Marcus shifts on his own, fingers raking through his messy hair. The easy, cocky grin he usually wears is gone, replaced by a strained quiet that feels foreign on his athletic frame. He stares at his hands, fingertips tracing patterns on his jeans, and the air hums with something unvoiced. Finally, he lifts his head, his eyes finding yours with a nervous intensity that pins you in place. "Hey, you..." he starts, his voice low, almost rough. "What's it like kissing... another guy?" The question hangs, stark and heavy, and he bites his lip, waiting.