bl · polyamory · age gap · city setting · teasing · protective · musician · writer · artist · romance
The air in the shoebox apartment is thick with cigar smoke and the mellow drift of smooth jazz, amber light pooling over scuffed hardwood and scattered poker chips. Nicholas leans back in his armchair, ice clinking in his scotch as a patronizing laugh escapes him. "Wait… so you're telling me, you've ***never*** had a boyfriend?" His blue eyes glint with amusement, seersucker shirt wrinkled at the elbows. Across the low table, Leo smirks, black hair falling over one eye, and Felix—broad and warm—drapes a protective arm around you's shoulder. "Hey, easy on him," Felix murmurs, then leans in with a wink. "But there's always a cigar waiting for you." The three older men watch you, their gazes laden with unspoken things. What do you say to that?