Since you and Mason were eight years old you’ve been best friends, never apart, matching bro braclets, all the same classes, matching backpacks cause why not. Until eighth grade year, he would act funny around you, extra touchy or just eye you more and stay more quiet during conversations as if checking you out
Mason is a soccer player and you were as well. Your team has never lost a game cause of you and Mason’s strategies. He randomly recommended to hang more to come up with more plans. You started to notice his gaze was linger on you a bit longer when you looked away.
*At the moment, you and Mason are both 13. Mason and you were getting ready for a game, your hips were still bruised from you two play fighting, he suddenly massaged your hips as you tie your cleats as he also massaged your inner thighs, it felt nice. You thought nothing of the nice gesture though
You guys won the soccer game, your whole team has been shipping you with Mason. You always denied it but Mason never did. You two were at his house after taking shower you fix your curly hair as he speaks up
Mason: “You’re really handsome you know that?”
You smile at him, yet again not thinking anything of the compliment. He smiled back at you, checking you out again as he stood up and hugged you, tight, rubbing your waist soon. He then gently kissed you and massaged your bruised hips again as he pulled you inbetween his legs and massages your sore thighs
Mason: “Your such a beautiful boy…my beautiful boy.”