so unwitted

The sound of Beau crashing into your dorm is unmistakable from your place sitting at your desk in your room, essay half finished in front of you, mind already on the next paragraph as Beaus chatter fills the hallway. He’s launched into a story from practice, most likely complaining about the laps coach made him run after he ran his mouth, a whine of, “no, y/n, you don't understand. You should have seen the insane throw I made,” and you know your best friend well enough to notice the signs of him getting comfy to rant and you’re quick to cut that shit off. 

“Beau, honey, you know I love when you show up without asking and all, but I have 2 papers to finish tonight and Allies on my ass about my ‘vision board’ still,” the full steam ahead, direct tone in your voice wavers as your eyes roam along his body, his shirt ridden up a few inches as he spread across your comforter, and the smooth, muscled skin that you were blessed with completely knocked your mind loose a few screws. You shake your head a little, disguising it as fixing your hair as you train your eyes on his, “why are you here? I thought you were going to see a movie with Dean and Tucker?” 

The second his gaze leaves yours, you know he’s about to lie to you, “I can't just hang out with my best friend? Damn tough crowd.” You scoff, already resigning yourself to not doing anymore of your essay for at least the next hour and pull your blanket tighter around yourself, fully turning your swivel desk chair around towards Beau. You raise a questioning brow, Beau folds immediately, “Dean bailed, he’s seeing someone I think..” he trails off, obviously not inclined to tell you whats running through his mind right now. 

“Tuck?” You question, you know they’re not the closest but they’ve definitely hung out before, whether it was drinks or guys night at a restaurant, and you’re sure Beau could have wrangled some other people to go too, he’s good with people like that. Beau just shakes his head, picking at a stray string attached to one of your pillows. You’re quick to hop up from your seat, walking over to where he’s laid out on your bed and settling next to him with your leg pulled up, “whats up?” 

Beau huffs lightly, dropping his head back and staring at your ceiling for a minute before he speaks, “what if its not meant for me?” and your eyebrows furrow immediately. 

“What if what’s not meant for you?” You already know he’s not talking about football, he’s never been so sure of something in his life, in the 15 years you’ve known him, that’s the only constant he’s ever truly had.

Beau sits up and leans back onto your headboard, “relationships? Love? Something more than hookups and ‘situationships’,” he says with a small smile as he quotes what you had called whatever you had going on last semester with a guy in your Psyche 201 class. “Even fuckin’ Dean found someone,” you roll your eyes at that, Dean had not found someone to have a relationship with, as far as you knew Dean had met his match, and whoever she was, god help her.

“You’re 21, in college, your life has barely begun,” Beau groans at the sappy monologue that he knows is coming, one he just cant bear to hear right now. 

“Stop,” he whines fully, bringing a pillow up and burying his face in it. He mumbles something from underneath, waits a moment, and then removes the pillow when you dont respond wearing the most offended expression, you cant help but let out a giggle. “Help me.” 

“Help you with what? You want a girlfriend, go get a girlfriend. You’ve got a long line” you huff lightly, and Beau cant help but smile at your exasperation. 

“I can’t just get a girlfriend, I’ve never had one” he admits a little shyly, a slight flush making its way up his neck, “hold on,” he stops you before you can start pestering him, “i’ve dated, but ive never had a girlfriend.” 

“What does that even mean,” you laugh, “dating is having a girlfriend, idiot.” 

“Says you, Miss Situationship,” he sasses. You give him an offended look. 

“I told you that in confidence! Don’t use it against me!” You cant wipe the smile off your face if you tried, “I’m not helping you now,” you say with finality, crossing your arms and angling your body away from his. Beau is immediately against not having your full attention on him and reaches for you, his hands making direct contact with your shoulders before sliding down to your elbows. 

“No, look at me,” he says your name with fake desperation as he moves closer, suddenly in your space as he tries to catch your eye. “Please help me, I’ll buy all movie snacks for the rest of the semester,” he throws out, knowing you take yours and his dorm movie nights seriously, when you don’t budge, his eyes turn pleading, “and we’ll pregame here next Friday,” your head turns slightly at his words and he knows he’s close to cracking you. Finally, he throws out exactly what you want, “you can have the hoodie back,” and the smile you give is blinding at the prospect of finally getting back the sweatshirt of his that you always steal that was from your shared highschool, as you turn yourself back towards him. His hands drop to your thighs during your movement and neither of you seem to care. 

“Fine. How am I supposed to help you?” The way he starts fidgeting immediately puts you on the defensive as you watch the gears in his head turn, most likely trying to find a way to word what he's wanting to say so that it doesn't piss you off. His name leaves your lips in a warning voice, you’ve been in this position before, seen the mischievous glint in his eye and you are absolutely not a fan. 

“Teach me,” he says simply, a smile sitting across his lips, and your eyebrows furrow. “Teach me how to be boyfriend material.” His fingers prod gently at the bottom of the shirt you’re wearing, one that used to belong to him way back when. Your heart does a traitorous little flip then wavers between beating incredibly fast and stopping completely as every suppressed emotion rushes through you. 

You laugh lightly, aware it sounds a little choked as you put distance between the both of you, disguising it as readjusting your legs. Beau notices the shift as soon as it happens and is about to retract his statement, call it a joke, do whatever he has to do to knock the look of dread off your face when you nod your head at him. 

“Sure, whatever,” you say lightly, already regretting this decision, but you’ve never been good at denying Beau anything. “It’s really not that hard, but, yeah, I’ll help you.” 

Beau’s about to shut all of this down, already thinking of a million ways to pump the brakes on whatever bad shit is about to go down, when the front door opens and Hannah's voice filters into your room from the common area, your name being said in her gentle lilt. You smile at him, grabbing his hand as you pass by and start pulling him to the living area of your dorm to greet Hannah, already set on forgetting the conversation for now, and Beau can't help but feel a strange distance between the two of you beginning, a distance that has never existed in the 15 years you’ve been best friends. 

1. More Athletic

“Beau!” A shit eating grin is already spread across your face as his name leaves your lips. A hum sounds from where he stands over the sink in the bathroom, brushing his teeth before bed. “Do you ever wish you were more athletic?”

You hear a quick spit, rinse, and jiggle in the bathroom and then Beau materializes in the doorway, shirtless, sweatpants riding low on his hips, and it takes everything in you not to practically drool when he leans his whole weight onto the frame. He raises a questioning brow at you, because obviously he had heard you wrong, and intentionally flexes his stomach muscles as he smirks, “what was that, baby?”

As you lean back on your elbows, Briar Football hoodie bunching around your shoulders and tiny shorts riding high on your thighs, you try to keep your composure, “do you ever wish you were more athletic?” the sentence doesn’t even fully finish leaving your mouth before Beaus rolling his eyes.

“Unbelievable,” is muttered quietly, he walks over to where you’re leaned on his bed, holding his hands out. You give him a look, one he throws right back at you with a shake of his outstretched palm. “Give me your hand, baby.”

As soon as your fingers touch his, he’s pulling you into him, one of your hands being placed directly onto his abdomen, feeling the ridged muscles underneath smooth, warm skin. The other hand holding loosely onto his thick bicep, not even close to being fully wrapped around the band of muscle.

Beau guides your hand down his stomach, making sure you feel every dip and crevice packed heavily with pure strength from long days at the field and weight training. His pretty brown eyes hold yours in a constant stare, and he looks quite smug that you’re awestruck at his blatant display of ego. Or maybe that’s how you always look when you touch him like this, usually he’s too busy with his mouth, hands, and… other parts of his body to see how you react every time he takes his shirt off, or shows off his thick thighs.

“Athletic? Really, baby? I’m as athletic as they come.” He punctuates his point by flexing his bicep, removing one of his hands from yours and physically moving your head so your eyes go from where they’re frozen staring at his eyes, wide with astonishment, to looking at his arm muscles. Tight and tan, veins running underneath his skin, and you swear you’ve never seen a sexier forearm in your life.

Heat licks at your spine, your stomach in knots at how fine this man is in front of you. Hair damp from his shower, minty breath fanning across your face, and a stupidly hot grin that says how right he knows he is sitting on his lips. You have half a mind to drop to your knees right now and give him the head of his life if it means he lets you keep touching him like this.

But the thought of your phone, recording from a hidden corner in the room, catching Beau getting his dick sucked is too much for you to handle, you should be the only one to see that. You’re quick to remove yourself from him, because touching him short circuits your brains sometimes, and giggle to yourself as you try to pass by him.

His eyes track you as you cross his room, and grab something hidden behind a pile of books, and then his hands go through his hair as he sighs dramatically when you hold your phone up, almost victoriously, “tiktok,” is all you say.

2. Wiping Kisses

The first time you do it, you’re walking back to your dorm from dinner. Your hand is held tightly in his, your path isn’t straight what so ever, always moving a little left, a little right, and a smile is plastered onto your face.

Beau had texted you after practice, saying he needed to see you or he might die due to his coach basically making him see god on the field. And then he had texted you again, when you didn’t answer within 2 minutes saying this was cruel and unusual punishment. And then he triple texted, and thats when you decided to make him suffer.

You tried to do it when he kissed you as he got to your dorm to pick you up, but he was stage 3 clinger Beau and there was no avoiding or wiping any of what he gave you in the first 20 minutes of him seeing you, not that you’re complaining. But after eating and catching up for over an hour, the plan is very much in motion to make Beau suffer just a little bit.

Beau, none the wiser, is already setting himself up for failure. He’s been slowly pulling you into his orbit for the past few minutes, hand holding turning to his arm loosely around your waist, then around shoulder. His bigger body steering yours to the ice cream shop that he likes but won’t admit to, always blaming your sweet tooth instead of his undeniably bigger one.

A kiss is planted directly onto your forehead, absentminded most likely, Beau says sometimes he physically can’t help that he has to love you out loud, and that includes subconscious foreheads kisses. Unlucky for Beau, you’re set on being a menace to him tonight, so your hand goes up to your head and smoothes away where his lips had just been. You think he didn’t catch it, too busy staring at a squirrel that’s a little too close for comfort and let your hand drop back to your side. Have to try harder next time.

The next peck is placed onto your check after you find your seat at the ice cream shop, Beau telling you to get comfy while he goes and orders for the two of you. Your hand is quick to wipe away the kiss while he’s still looking at you smile at him in thanks. He catches that one for sure, and his eyebrows furrow, “you good?”

You nod, “why wouldn’t I be?” Beau just shakes his head and then goes to get your ice cream.

You’re surprised you get away with the third, after ice cream and the walk home, you’re both settled onto your couch, a show that you watch together paused on the tv, ready to go with the new episode that dropped the night before, and your legs draped over Beau when he leans over you to land a quick smooch right on your lips. One of his hands goes to the back of your neck, smoothing over your hair and moving his lips gently against yours for a moment before returning to his spot.

The sleeve of your shirt meets your lips in the next second and Beau scans your whole body like you’ve committed a crime against him, but decidedly keeps it to himself as you start the show. He stealthily does a quick breath check, and as far as he can tell his breath is fine, and even goes as far as to smell his shirt and armpit when you’re busy fussing with the blanket you had been sitting on, he smells like his deodorant and cologne.

He hand soothes up and down your leg as he goes over everything he had done the past few days, practice, class, dinner with you twice, study, drinks with the boys on Saturday, he had a scrimmage on Monday that he had to cancel on you for because it ran late, you can’t be mad at him for that, could you?

Before he knows it, the episode is over and you’re yapping about everything that had just happened, usually he loves these yap sessions, usually he’s the main yapper. You’re getting up to grab a glass of water and he’s following you like a lost puppy when he makes a split decision to test his theory on how to tell if you’re upset or not.

His hand meets your back, then full circles to your stomach as he turns you, your back pressing firmly against the wall as his lips capture yours. The gasp you let out is delicious, his mind already too focused on how you’re feeling and not how you’re feeling about him. Your arms are around his neck immediately, and when his lips leave yours to trails down your jaw, you almost forget about the suffering you’ve decided on today.

One of your arms leaves his neck, the sleeve of your shirt gliding across your lips as his kisses trails, just to immediately stop at the sight in front of him, “what the hell, baby?” Beau takes 2 full steps back from you as you burst into giggles.

You’re fully bent over laughing as he stands there, a pout firmly on his mouth. “is this because of Monday? Baby, I had to stay late-“ you’re quick to cut him off with a kiss, more giggles escaping you as his hands find your waist.

“You triple texted.” You say, as if that’s an actual answer, and Beaus face screws up as he prepares to rant about the 12 texts he got while at practice yesterday that explained exactly why you should get a pet fish and every name you have listed in your notes app for said fish.

3. Current Boyfriend

After seeing Allie pull the Current Boyfriend Trick on Dean, you knew you had to move fast. There was a chance Dean would tell Beau about the horrible thing Allie did to him, “she basically said she wants to break up, bro,” and there was a chance Dean would forget all about it the second he walked into the Football house for the party that night.

It was a few hours before the party was due to start, and you were feeling mischievous. You had just finished up hair and makeup, when Beau walks into your room and plops directly into your bed.

“Baby, Dean wants to pregame here with you and the girls,” he says it like he’s delivering a punishment, and truly he is. You know that Dean likes your choice in pregame drinks more than the Football boys, and the fact that Beau has decidedly held himself hostage in your dorm for the past few pregames makes Dean want to be at yours more than the Football house. But Dean hogs the snacks and is loud, and gets mad when more than 3 Kesha songs play.

You flip flop the idea in your head, turning to Beau with a happy smile on your face, “he can come if you do a fit check with me,” a groan immediately leaves his throat, but he’s already standing up and offering you a hand before you can take him seriously. You know he would do one with you anyway, he loves to show you off.

You quickly get dressed, something cute and then you’re party ready, a whistle leaves Beaus lips as you do a little twirl for him and you can’t help but giggle. As you’re setting up your phone, Beau gets into position, he knows your habits by now, having done enough of these by now to know what angles you like and what side you prefer to stand on.

“Hey guys, here’s the fit check for tonight’s party! My tops Akira and bottoms are thrifted! Necklace is Kendra Scott! And this is my current boyfriend, Beau! Your turn!” you’re met with silence as Beau stars at you, mouth open.

“Beau, baby, your turn!” you smile at the camera, playing up your fit check as you push him forward a little. Beau igonores your recording completely, turning his whole body to you.

“Current?” He’s stunned to say the least and he looks genuinely upset. But the smile on your face doesn’t fade as you nod at him. Thank god for Dean and his short term memory loss.

“Yeah, current boyfriend. Where’s your shirt from? Cove?” You’re pulling at the bottom of his shirt but he’s stuck 10 seconds in the past, his head spinning slightly at the thought of him not ever being your significant other. He nods, and you think he’s catching up on the conversation, but then he turns to your desk and grabs something.

Before you can even blink he’s got your left hand held in his and a sharpie held to your left ring finger. He’s drawing a line around it with a big circle in the middle at the bottom of your finger. Now you’re the one shocked, mouth agap as he draws a ring onto your finger. When he’s done, he plops the sharpie back on your desk and gives you a quick kiss on the head before going back to your recording.

“Hey, I’m Beau, current boyfriend, future husband and father of her children, my shirt is from Cove and pants are old navy i think, my mom bought them last time she visited. Oh my chain, baby you bought this for me for our 2 year anniversary right?” the absolute shit eating grin on his face as he turns to you and sees your staring at your finger still is what gets your video to a million views by the end of the night.