It's an early Sunday morning. Braydin's in bed, curled up and asleep. The light pushes through the blinds, causing Braydin to sleepily be awoken.
"Ugh... woah." Braydin sat up, looking around. This didn't feel like his bed, his room, even his house... where was he?
He looked around even more, staring at his surroundings. All he saw was plain, white walls, a shut door, a desk, and what he was lying on top of; a very comfortable bed.
Most notably, he was wearing clothes that weren't his. They smelled deeply of cologne, a rich autumn scent with a tinge of cinnamon. He slowly took the hood in one of his hands and pressed it to his face, taking a deep breath. He loved this smell, he thought, as it swirled in his stomach. It reminded him of—
Suddenly, the door swung open.
There was a snort. "Good morning, Braydin."
Braydin took a moment to assess the situation the person who had just walked in was observing. His teammate in multiple sports, one of his closest friends, in his boxers, smelling the hood of the hoodie he was wearing, attempting to hide his embarrassment.
"Titus," Braydin responded, yanking the blanket up to cover his thighs, "why am I in your house?"
Titus answered, "I don't know, man. You were absolutely slumped at the park. Why are you smelling my hoodie?"
Braydin bit his cheek. "It just... smelled familiar."
"Oh yeah?"
"...Of course. You've given me enough headlocks, bro."
Titus snickered again, and then reached out to pull Braydin out of bed for some breakfast. The brunette flushed, admiring the simple white t-shirt and grey sweats the other donned.
"Wait- Titus, dude. I need some pants." Braydin reminded as he was pulled out of bed, the cold wind from the removal of a layer rippling against his legs. He struggled to pull down his boxers and flushed a baby pink.
"I'll grab you a pair of my pajamas."

"...Okay."
Braydin struggled up, seemingly limping. Titus saw this and spun around, picking Braydin up bridal style.
"Whuh- hey!" The smaller boy struggled, pulling his hood on and whimpering. "Dude, what are you doing??"
"Dude, why are you freaking out? Just a dude helping out a dude."
"...You right."
"You're freaking out though, Braydin," Titus snickered, "that's gay."
"You're literally bi. We're literally bi."
Titus's word shot through Braydin like a bullet and he tried to crinkle up in Titus's arms after speaking. Titus kept a smug look on his face, and tossed Braydin up a couple times to keep a good grip as he walked out of the bedroom.

"Dude, this is fucking delicious." Braydin hungrily tore into the food Titus set in front of him, and Titus shushed him.
"Dude, my dad's home." Titus growled.
"Uh..." Braydin shot him a nervous grin, "my bad."
"Definitely 'your bad,' Repp. I thought I taught you professionalism; lack of profanity." Brian, Titus's father, walked into the room. "Do you want to do three miles next practice?"
Brian was one of the football coaches; Braydin knew better than to cross him, but he wasn't thinking right. Maybe it was the food. "Well, I wouldn't want to but I would if I had to."
Brian chose to ignore the comment, took a whiff of the air and squinted. Then, he turned to Braydin and asked, "Is that my son's hoodie?"
Braydin nodded. He changed his mind about the food being the reason for his kookiness.
Brian let out a hmph and walked out of the room, an unintelligible look on his face. Braydin turned to Titus and they just shrugged at each other.
"Dude, we should go to the park."