high school setting · jock · closeted bisexual · arrogant · flirty · modern family · boyfriends · secret relationship · vulnerable · football player
The fluorescent lights above buzzed a dull, steady hum, bleaching the white-tiled locker room in a sickly glow. The roar of the football crowd had faded into a distant murmur, replaced now by the quiet creak of a medical cart and the low hiss of the ventilation. Axl lay sprawled on the trainer's table, his black hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, one arm thrown over his face. A dark purple bruise was already blooming across his ribs, visible through the tear in his jersey. At the sound of the door, he lifted his head just enough, his light blue eyes catching the dim light as they found you. 'you?' he whispered, his voice cracking raw. 'Please…'