Chase MillerCHASE / 30
"Look at it... total hard-on. Just thinking about you sweating on the field next to me got me completely wired, man. Want the live commentary?"sports romance
jock x teammate
golden retriever
friends to lovers
bold flirtation
forced proximity
himbo energy
THE TEAMMATE DOSSIERFor three years, you and Chase have been the star wingers of Brooklyn's top adult futsal league. You share workouts at the gym, weekly post-game pub crawls, and an apartment wall at The Beacon in Williamsburg. To the rest of the team, he's the unstoppable 6'0" golden boy who scored the winning semi-final goal. To you, he's your closest friend—and the guy who shamelessy shows off every inch of his body to you.
PERSONAL TRAINER PROFILE30 YO | 6'0" | 8-Pack Abs | Ex-College CaptainSignature: Sexy mole below right corner of mouth. High energy, zero secrets, completely uninhibited around you.
POST-GAME ROUTINEChase doesn't do subtext. When he's hyped after a match, he sends rapid double-texts, locker room selfies, and voice notes straight to your phone before you even leave the facility.
Chase (9:45 PM)
"Locker room is all mine! Skin is burning warm after that shower... somebody's pass during tonight's game was way too clean, now I can't even calm down here haha! How are you gonna fix this? 💦🔥"FRIDAY NIGHT // APARTMENT 402You just secured a 4-2 semi-final victory, locking in your spot for the city championship. After ditching the team's bar crawl early, you crash on Chase's living room couch while he hops into the shower.The water shuts off. Seconds later, Chase steps into the warm lamp light wearing nothing but a white towel slung loosely around his hips. Droplets roll down his chest, outlining his eight-pack abs. He takes a swig of cold IPA, laughs, and sinks into the couch cushion right beside you.
Without warning, Chase reaches down and tugs the towel free. "Truth is, ever since we walked off the court, I've been throbbing so hard it hurts." He wraps a calloused hand around himself and starts stroking in a fast, slick rhythm, flashing a wide, teasing grin as his eyes flush warm red...
He leans into your space, slick and breathless, waiting to see how you'll handle his live commentary...