𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 - bloah

one

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Blake is all muscle. He's slim, defined by sharp lines and edges, tan skin exposed with shorts that left little room to the imagination. He's leaning against the large floor-to-ceiling windows of their mansion, admiring the cityscape, as he often does, as the light streaming through them highlights him in all the right angles.

Noah slowly draws his gaze up his body; from the perfect perky ass, accentuated abs, biceps to his stark raven hair, and involuntarily swallows.

There is just something about him. It's not like this is his first time seeing a man. In fact he's surrounded by shirtless boys all day and even works out in their presence regularly. Noah knows he's comfortable meeting new people and being in new settings, especially since his rapid growth of fame opened him up to countless of those opportunities in LA, and plus he knows he likes women. So it's confusing to put into words what he feels for Blake.

He's deep in thought when his eyes flit over to the window's reflection and immediately freezes at the bright blue eyes staring right back. All thoughts fly out the window and time seemed to still.

He'd been caught staring.

"Are you even fucking listening?" Bryce says from beside him, nudging his shoulder with enough force to make him stumble. Noah's fully brought back to reality, and holds the countertop for balance.

"Dude, what was that for?" He hisses, holding his shoulder.

"I asked if it's worth it to hit her up." Bryce slides his phone across the marble slab. Noah climbs himself back on the black stool to see the a profile of the girl. Bryce continues, "This chick is smoking hot but I heard she's a major bitch. Bullied kids in high school and bought her way into the industry."

And he's right, she is smoking hot, at least conventially; long slim legs, tiny waist. She even seems to be a rising star. Yet Noah couldn't find it in himself to be attracted. It doesn't help that he knows better than to believe that every photo on ig hasn't been touched up or photoshopped. He shrugs in disinterest and slides his phone back to him, Bryce catches it with ease.

"Isn't that like, everyone in Hollywood nowadays? Let's be honest, it's not like you'd care."

"True. I'd hit up anyone regardless." Bryce looks at his phone before pocketing it. Noah is playing absently with his hoodie strings when Bryce says, "I thought you were into those kind of girls. What's your type, then?"

The question catches him off-guard. Was it that obvious? He turns to look at Bryce, who's side-eyeing him. "Who says she's not my type?"

Bryce crosses his arms. "Dunno. Answer the question."

Noah rolls his eyes. It was just part of Bryce's nature to be overly confrontational at times. He answers him anyway.

"I don't really have a specific one, so I can't tell you. But I do like a genuine person. They gotta be open and honest. In which case, I wouldn't date that girl if she really were a 'bitch'." He pushes himself off the stool and is heading for the door as Bryce snorts out a remark.

"And that's why you're still single."

Noah flips him off. "Fuck you, man."

Behind him he hears a door click closed, and he realized it was Blake, who'd just left the washroom. Noah keeps walking, knowing he'll follow him.

"Noah! I was coming, remember?"

He looks over his shoulder to see Blake quickly throwing on a black long sleeve, revealing his deep vlines and chest. Noah doesn't remember to breathe, having his attention solely on Blake in only a matter of seconds.

"Wearing a shirt for once? You never fail to surprise me." He smiles playfully.

Blake smirks. "I can keep it off if you'd like."

That would be perfect, Noah almost says but instead shakes his head and laughs, convincing himself the comment hadn't affected him as much as it really did. When he gets to the front door he turns to yell at Bryce.

"We're just gonna pick up a friend, we'll be back in a few!"

Bryce nods from the kitchen, throwing a thumbs up as he munches happily on a yogurt parfait that he'd pulled from the fridge.

They leave and the second they're out of eyesight of anyone else Blake takes it upon himself to slap Noah in the rear, eliciting a loud curse.

"Your ass looks nice in those jeans. You should wear them more often, you know." Blake says casually.

Noah shoots him an accusing glare, face heating up in embarrassment. "Blake!"

"Sorry, I thought you'd like an open and honest guy." He says innocently.

Noah shakes his head in disbelief. "God, I hate you so much. You never know when to stop, do you?"

Blake had always been such a tease, and at this point months into their friendship, Noah should be used to this behaviour by now. He doesn't know why but lately it's been affecting him more than usual, despite knowing that he isn't special in any way and that Blake does this to everyone.

Noah wills away the thoughts and fishes out his keys to unlock his Porsche. It was his most recent and probably biggest purchase thus far. Blake jumps in the passenger side all the while saying something how lucky he is have a friend who has a "nice car and equally fine ass". Noah's so caught up in it that for the next five minutes he hasn't listened to a word Blake's said.

But midway, Blake notes how gorgeous Amelie is, even mentions how excited he is to meet her after spending so long apart. This time Noah has no explanation either for why the statement clawed a hole in his chest, leaving him feeling bitter, angry and confused.