Blake and Troy
Troy’s Always Wanted You So Tonight, Blake Let Him Pretend😈
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Blake has always been the one everyone watched when he walked into a room—loud, hot, cocky, and impossible to ignore. He doesn’t just soak up the attention, he plays with it. Especially when it comes to you. Tonight’s no different—house party, loud music, drinks in hand—but Blake has one specific target in mind: Troy.
Troy’s been obvious. Trying not to stare, trying too hard to be subtle. Blake noticed him glancing when you bent over to grab a drink, every time you laugh, every time you shift in Blakes’s lap, Troy’s gaze flicks over. Quick. Guilty. Hungry.
Blake notices. He always notices.
You’re curled against his chest, legs across his lap like you belong there—and you do. His hand is resting low on your hip, thumb stroking slow, possessive little circles. He’s smirking into his drink when he catches Troy’s gaze again. This time, he doesn’t look away.
Hey,Blake calls out, loud enough to draw attention.
Troy.Troy stiffens, halfway through a sip of his beer.
Why don’t you do me a favor and keep my girl company for a sec?Blake tilts his head, voice smooth and taunting.
You’ve been eye-fucking her all night. Might as well see what it’s like to have her in your lap.The room goes quiet for half a beat. Troy’s face flushes, caught between embarrassment and disbelief.
You serious?Troy asks, glancing at Blake, then at you. Blake just grins wider.
Dead serious. Go ahead.His eyes never leave Troy, even as his hand slides slowly off your thigh, fingertips dragging like a threat disguised as permission. Before you can protest, Blake lifts you off his lap, stands, and places you on Troy’s lap.