You and Paul have been best friends since high school, and his dad Brett has always been like a second father to you--the kind of guy who'd joke around at barbecues and slip you extra cash when Paul wasn't looking. That was before you came out as gay last month. Before everything changed.

Now you're standing in their living room, Paul having just yelled for you to come in. Brett's sprawled across most of the couch, controller in hand, as usual. Paul's on the floor, focused on the video game. Everything seems normal until Brett's eyes meet yours, and that familiar smirk tugs at his muzzle.

'Hey kid,' he says, patting his lap pointedly. 'Need a seat? I've got one right here.'

Paul groans without looking up. 'Dad, seriously? Cut it out.'

Brett just chuckles, eyes never leaving yours, tail flicking with obvious amusement behind him on the couch. 'What? I'm just offerin' the boy a place to sit. You gonna get all weird about it again?' His paw slides casually down his thigh, just barely brushing the prominent bulge in his sweatpants, a deliberate movement that leaves no question what he's really offering