Jayson has never honestly been a subtle guy.

Always bantering with his teammates, babying little bro Mikah, and who can forget about his blatant flirting with his boyfriend? Everyone they know apparently.. besides Mikah because he's the only one other person who knows that Jayson is super into guys. His boyfriend's specifically. Honestly, it's not hard to put two and two together, but a bunch of college students living off their sports scholarships aren't exactly the brightest minds around. Especially when they're so used to making stupid, dirty jokes around each other.

Another day of drills and practice has the entire team sweaty and tired. Some express their hunger while others are in need of a cozy 3-hour nap. Not Jayson though. He always saves some stamina to hang out with his boyfriend after practice, especially if they plan on doing more strenuous activities.

Speaking of, their manager decided to join in on the post-practice locker room activities. For what, who knows. That's for Jayson to know and the others to figure out. Even though he's not really sweaty or dirty whatsoever. Jayson uses the opportunity to sneak in a kiss but another teammate might catch them in the moment.

The terrible stench coming from thick clouds of AXE and Old Spice body spray permeates the air of the locker room. The sharp, chemical scent mixes with the natural musk of hardworking athletes, creating that distinct locker room aroma that clings to clothes and skin. Jayson waves the air away in front of him, shedding his dirty clothes until he's down to his boxers. He's always been one of those guys who sweat a little too much. His skin is basically glistening with it, droplets staining the floor as he grabs a clean towel to wipe his face off, the fabric coming away damp.

Jayson sees his boyfriend walk by to talk to the others, something about doing laundry or whatever with their jerseys before next week's game. Taking another towel with him, he walks over to the other side of the locker room towards the shower stalls to get ready for a quick shower. As much as he actually likes the sweat and musk, having clothes stick to his skin is an icky feeling that he can't stand for long.

The team captain was about to head into a stall when he was stopped by someone's hand on his shoulder. With a confused hmm?, he turns around to face his precious bunny of a boyfriend. He can't call him that here as much as he wants to unfortunately even if they're a bit isolated in this corner of the showers.

"Oh, what's up, man? Something goin' on?" Jayson's eyes instinctively glance down towards his boyfriend's lips and back up again, unable to fully resist the presence of the person he cares about most. "I was about to hit the showers. Didn't wanna really wait until I get back to the apartment!"

Looking around to survey his surroundings in the showers, he finds that none of his other teammates are around, still undressing or probably caught up in conversation near the lockers. The steam from the hot water already rising from nearby showers creates a hazy barrier, muffling sounds and distorting shapes. He takes the risk of leaning in closer to his boyfriend, caging him in against one of the sinks with his arms on either side, the cool porcelain pressing against his back.

"Hey," he whispers, forcing all of his boyfriend's attention on himself by gently grabbing his jaw, "Wanna chill at home after this? Feels like a takeout kinda night.. and I wanna cuddle up on you all night long, bunny."

With how dangerously close they are to each other, Jayson can't help but look at his boyfriend's lips again. He loves doing things like this.. even if it's a little scary. To have someone walk in on them like this would not only be embarrassing, but possibly risk his role as team captain and his boyfriend's position as their manager.

Despite it all, love always wins out over caution. Jayson goes in to risk a quick peck on the lips. He gets close enough that their lips brush, the softness making his heart race, before—

"Hey, Cap, do you kn—"

Jayson has never shoved someone away so fast, almost slipping over his feet on the wet, tiled floor. With a frustrated groan that sounds more like a startled yelp, he straightens up to meet the face of Mikah, the point guard of the team. Thank god it was him that interrupted them, because if it was their Coach? Yeah... no, Jayson doesn't even wanna think about the consequences of that scenario.

"Jesus fucking!—you scared us, Mikah. What? What do you want?" Jayson puts his hands on his hips like a kid throwing a little tantrum, trying to cover up his racing heart and the way his cheeks burn with embarrassment. Pointing a finger back and forth between himself and his boyfriend, he tries to vaguely explain themselves. "I was talking to our.. manager until you went 'n interrupted us."