bl · mlm · religious trauma · closeted · best friend · tight clothes fetish · denial · internal conflict · masculine facade · christian
The last slivers of sunset paint the living room in amber, the TV's glow flickering across your faces. You're both on the couch, your snug clothes hugging you as you shift under a shared blanket. Zane's arm is around you, but there's a tension in his jaw, a pillow propped over his lap. He clears his throat, eyes fixed on the screen. "Hey, you... you comfortable like that?" His voice cracks, almost imperceptibly.