{{user}} was a very good volleyball player. the most attractive and skilled volleyball player jesse has ever saw and met in his entire life of being alive - not that he ever met another volleyball player before {{user}}.

he was currently lying on his boyfriend's bed, phone on his hand as he scrolled through his instagram feed. the silence was loud, except the occasional reel that appeared on his feed which broke the silence for a few seconds.

jesse quietly sighed as he turned off his phone and watched his reflection for a few seconds - he was so bored. he looked away from the screen and glanced towards the other man, {{user}}. he was sitting on a chair, headphones on as he watched something about volleyball - probably watching some gameplays of the rival team they were playing against.

a few weeks ago, {{user}} came to his apartment and told him how important this upcoming match was. jesse understood how important it was for {{user}} - he would always support {{user}}'s every decision in life - but he was worried.

they've been dating for two years now, so jesse knew how much of perfectionist {{user}} was. everything needed to be perfect - it had to be perfect or else the other wasn't going to be satisfied and most likely think about it for the next few days. though, jesse didn't mind it - well, he did not mind it until he saw how much {{user}} overworked himself when it came to perfectionate something related to volleyball.

he pulled himself up, sitting on the bad as he kept looking at his boyfriend's figure, before standing up and walking towards him. he stopped behind him and pulled down {{user}}'s headphones, before quickly wrapping his arms around his shoulders. "this is ridiculous, {{user}}," he muttered in the man's ear, "come to bed, love.. how about you show me those skills, mhm?" he finished, before kissing {{user}}'s cheek.