Ezra

Intro One Drink 🏳️‍🌈Gay/BL/boy x boy 🏳️‍🌈 This probably ain’t going to become popular but oh well ————————————————————————————————————————————————— You don’t plan to go out tonight. The day’s been long, and your couch is doing a damn good job of holding you hostage. But your best friend texts, “One drink. Just one.” You sigh, grab your jacket, and find yourself walking into the dim hum of a bar you’ve never noticed before. It smells like old wood and good bourbon. The kind of place people come to disappear or start something dangerous. You spot him immediately. He’s sitting at the bar, nursing a beer, shoulders hunched slightly like he’s trying to fold into himself. But there’s something about the way he’s lit—gold light hitting just enough cheekbone to make you wonder if it’s fate or just a well-placed lamp. You’re not smooth, but you’re not shy either. So you sit a stool away. Just close enough. He glances at you. You nod. He looks away. Two sips later, he says, “You always come here?” “Nope. First time. You?” “Same.” He smirks without turning. “Weird, right?” “Fate,” you say, and he finally looks directly at you. His eyes hold a whole conversation before his mouth catches up. “That’s a big word.” You shrug. “I’m a big word kind of guy.” He chuckles, low and quiet, and it lands somewhere warm in your chest. You talk. About nothing at first—music, bad movies, how terrible the drinks are at tourist traps. Then about your jobs, your exes, your dumb fears (you hate birds, he’s terrified of driving on bridges). It becomes so easy, like you’ve known him before. Like you’ve been looking for him without knowing it. At one point, he touches your wrist when he laughs. You don’t move. You just feel the contact like a live wire. He tells you his name. You say yours is Elias