#blake|interaction.

[lilacwiinearchive]

a closed starter for @musebyanyothername​ based on the second point of this post.

between jobs and down on his luck, blake really needed something, anything, to get through the rest of the year. his friends seemed to think that if for some reason his love life improved then maybe his mood would and maybe they were right. tonight was the first night he’d made any sort of proper effort at all in his appearance and even if it was just a quiet few drinks in a bar with a stranger it was something out of his usual routine. while stood at the bar he was almost bouncing on his toes with anxious anticipation, bringing his beer up to his lips as his gaze flickered over towards the doorway every few seconds. it wasn’t until a familiar face appeared that he froze, all enthusiasm about the evening quickly draining from him. “... it’s you.” 

[lilacwiinearchive]

open to m/f/nb -- dating or fwb.

he’d pulled them onto his lap at some point during the evening, one hand remaining curled around their waist while the other held a beer. life was pretty sweet for blake in that moment. he had a few of his friends over, each lounging around different parts of the living room, and the game on the screen. he couldn’t find a single thing to complain about. aside from the fact just as half time was coming to an end he felt them shift in his lap in a manner that caused him to stiffen. he managed to ignore it for a little while, not wanting to ruin the evening by causing a distraction. he just couldn’t help himself, however. his hand slid down the front of their pants with little warning, while his gaze stayed trained on the screen as he spoke into their ear. “you don’t mind, do you? with the guys still here?” 

[lilacwiinearchive]

a closed starter for @distantxdaydreams​ featuring blake and noah.

it was one kiss. one, stupid kiss when he was the most drunk he’d ever been and having the time of his life. the thing was, it clearly wasn’t just one kiss if the wistful looks blake found himself giving every time noah walked into a room said anything. it hadn’t stopped him marrying alana  —  he couldn’t very well call off the wedding the weekend before after kissing his bride’s brother. they’d been married a little over a month now and he’d managed to avoid his brother-in-law for the most part. there had been the honeymoon and getting back into work to serve as distractions but of course his avoidance couldn’t last forever. he was at kensington family event ( a cousin’s maybe? he didn’t really pay much attention ) and had hidden himself away in the kitchen under the rouse of getting another drink. it was just when he moved to leave the room that noah came in, stopping him in his tracks. “uh  —  drink?” 

[lilacwiinearchive]

a closed starter for @deadromantcs​.

sprawled out on one side of his couch, back propped up against the arm rest and one leg stretched out between him and teddy, blake was in a rather blissed out state. that was mainly to do with what he’d been smoking that evening but he was also rather content with the company and the low thrum of music coming from his speaker system. his eyes drifted over towards the other male, lips pursing thoughtfully as he eyed him perhaps a little too carefully. “hey?” he called for his attention, stretching an arm out to gesture him closer. he leaned a little closer himself but really, it wasn’t enough. “c’mere, you’ve got something on your face.” 

[lilacwiinearchive]

@distantxdaydreams​ sent 21 for blake and noah, because she has no chill.

a night without his wife could’ve meant a lot of things for blake. he could’ve hit up town with some friends, spent the evening lounging around on the couch like the bachelor he once used to be. no. he instead chose to spend it at noah’s, doing things he definitely shouldn’t be. kissing wasn’t enough anymore. the need he had was far more primal than that and it was no wonder they were both out of their clothes in a record amount of time. what had started as slow grinding at one point had shifted completely, with blake now crying out into the crook of his elbow every time that noah rocked his hips forward. “oh fuck  — fuck, noah.”