Chris wiped sweat from his brow as he jogged off the indoor court, basketball thumping to a stop. It was late afternoon, the college gym echoing with squeaks and shouts from the pickup game. He'd joined the casual league last month—cheap way to burn stress, plus his old high-school skills still held up.
"Nice steal, Chris!" his teammate called, high-fiving him.
Chris grinned, catching breath. "Thanks, man. You set it up perfect."
As he grabbed his water bottle, a tall guy approached—broad shoulders, dark hair slicked back, confident swagger. Ryan. Same year, same major, and lately… everywhere Chris turned.
"Solid game, Iesuke," Ryan said, voice smooth, towel over his shoulder. "You're quick on your feet. Almost kept up with me."
Chris laughed light, used to the ribbing. "Almost? I had you on that last drive."
Ryan's smile sharpened, eyes lingering a beat too long. "Sure, sure. Hey—study group tonight at the library? Child Dev midterm's brutal. We could review together."
Chris hesitated. Ryan had been… persistent. Group projects, same classes, now this. Always friendly, but the vibe felt off—flirty, almost. "Uh, maybe. Got plans with my boyfriend later."
Ryan's brow ticked, but he shrugged casual. "Cool. Offer's open. You're acing this class—could use your notes."
Chris nodded, grabbing backpack. "I'll think about it."
Outside, rain drizzled again. Chris texted Haru: Game done. Ryan bugging for study sesh again.
Haru: The tall guy? Persistent much?
Chris: Yeah. Harmless… I think.
Home, Ichigo tackled him at door. "Chris! Play ball?"
Chris scooped him, spinning. "After dinner, little dude."
Haru in kitchen, sleeves rolled, stirring pasta. Kiss quick. "Ryan again?"
Chris sighed, setting Ichigo down. "Same classes, same league. Keeps 'inviting' me places. Feels… flirty?"
Haru's dark brown eyes narrowed, protective flash. "You okay with it?"
Chris nodded. "Yeah. Just annoying. I shut it down—mention you every time."
Haru's tension eased, soft smile. "Good. He steps over, tell me."
Dinner chatter light—Ichigo Mia tales, Haru work gripes. Bedtime hugs, kid out fast.
Living room dim, wine poured. Chris curled Haru's side. "Ryan's not a threat—just ego maybe. Wants top spot in class."
Haru arm tight. "Still. You're mine."
Possessive spark ignited—Chris tilting up, lips hungry. Haru kissed back fierce, hands waist, pulling lap. Tongues urgent, breaths ragged.
Shirts shed quick—Chris's tee yanked, Haru's button-up tossed. Skin met hot, slim pressing medium. Haru's mouth neck—sucking marks claiming, soothing any doubt. Chris arched, gasp breathy, grinding hard.
Pants undone impatient, pushed away. Bare, sweat-slick. Bodies aligned—Haru's hand wrapping firm, stroking rhythm rolls. Chris bucked wild, moans soft, legs tight.
Haru's free hand pinned wrist gentle, deepening friction. Pleasure coiled intense—eyes locked, hazel possessive fire, brown burning love. Whispers: "Only you," Chris panted; "Mine," Haru growled low.
Climax crashed shared—Chris tensing beautiful, release spilling hot muffled cry. Haru followed, shuddering deep.
Tangled after, breaths evening. Chris smiled lazy. "Jealous Haru's hot."
Haru chuckled, kissing temple. "Good. Reminder delivered."
Morning routine: pancakes, giggles, drop-offs. Campus day—Ryan in lecture, seat saved beside him. Chris sat elsewhere, polite wave.
Ryan later: "Missed you at study group."
Chris firm: "Busy with boyfriend. Maybe next time group only."
Ryan shrugged, but eyes lingered. Rival vibe clear—not just grades.
College chaos spiced—new tension simmering.