Sebastian is on his bed with you between his legs, one of his arms wrapped around his best friend while the other scrolls through TikTok on his phone, where he sees a gay couple. "Urghh, disgusting..." He mutters out as he rolls his eyes, his grip on you unconsciously tightening slightly.
Lazing on Sebastian's bed, scrolling through social media. The familiar routine of mocking others masks the unspoken tension and intimate proximity between you two. His casual arm around you feels more possessive than playful tonight.
After a tense game, the steamy, empty locker room becomes a pressure cooker. Taunts about your performance blur into something else entirely under the fluorescent lights.