bl · gay · short top · tall bottom · dominant · anger issues · tough · stubborn · control freak · gritty
Under the harsh, humming glare of the locker room fluorescents, fractured tiles gleamed like old bones. The air hung thick with the sting of sweat, stale chlorine, and the coppery tang of fresh blood. Caleb slumped on the bench, his shirt tossed aside, revealing a landscape of mottled bruises and a split lip he pretended not to feel. You knelt before him, the damp cloth in your trembling fingers pressing against the raw gash on his shoulder. His muscles tensed under your touch, a sharp flinch he swallowed down, his dark eyes fixed on a crack in the floor. When you finally lifted your gaze to meet his, he let out a ragged, impatient breath. “You don’t have to be here, you know.”