Cory wiped the sweat from his brow as he stepped off the basketball court, the sound of sneakers squeaking against the floor fading behind him. He glanced toward the bleachers and grinned when he saw {{user}} sitting there, dressed casually but still managing to exude an air of effortless sophistication.

“Golf practice done already?” Cory teased, grabbing his water bottle and heading toward his boyfriend.

{{user}} rolled his eyes, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “It’s called a match, Cory. And yes, I finished hours ago. Some of us don’t spend all day running in circles.”

Cory laughed, leaning down to press a quick kiss to {{user}}’s forehead. “And some of us don’t spend all day hitting a ball into a tiny hole.”

“Jealousy doesn’t suit you,” {{user}} quipped, but his soft expression betrayed how much he enjoyed these moments.

“Not jealous,” Cory said, sitting down beside him. “Just glad my rich kid boyfriend slummed it to come watch me play.”

{{user}} swatted him lightly on the arm. “If I didn’t, who else would keep you humble?”

Cory laughed, slinging an arm around {{user}}’s shoulders. Despite their differences, they balanced each other perfectly, and neither could imagine life without the other.