#blake.

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The locker room air clung to Blake’s skin like a second pulse—thick with chlorine and the electric charge of finally getting what he wanted. Because there was Lachlan, all flushed cheeks and dark, hungry eyes, that towel barely clinging to his hips like a dare, and Blake was done pretending he didn’t see the way the boy watched him, the way his breath hitched every time their gazes locked in the mirrors. His fingers twitched at his sides, his cock already heavy with the weight of weeks of stolen glances, of imagining just how those lean thighs would tremble if he pinned them apart. He stepped in close, the heat between them suffocating, his voice a rough edge of command - "You’ve been looking at me for weeks." -because he knew, and the way Lachlan’s lips parted, the way his body leaned in without thinking, told Blake everything he needed. His hand found Lachlan’s hip, thumb hooking into the loose waistband of the towel, and when the younger man didn’t pull away, when he only shuddered, Blake smirked, dark and knowing, before his mouth crashed down on Lachlan’s in a kiss that was all teeth and need. The towel hit the floor, forgotten, as Blake spun him, pressing him against the cold metal of the lockers, his body covering Lachlan’s from behind, his cock grinding against the perfect, tight ass he’d been fantasizing about for far too long. "Fuck," he groaned against Lachlan’s shoulder, his fingers already working his own waistband free, because he wasn’t waiting, not when Lachlan was whimpering, not when his body arched back into Blake’s touch like he was made for it. The thrill of it, the wrongness of it, only made him harder, his voice a growl in Lachlan’s ear-"You’re going to be so good for me" before his hand slid between those cheeks, teasing, possessive, and Blake Haas, who spent his life dissecting restraint, finally stopped thinking and just took.

Blake.