Troy Bolton (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} t_bolton) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} omega_reality, |
"A few feet? I don't know," he said, pretending to think. "I'm just not sure how big that room is They might be a lot closer than that." He raised his left hand. "But this means something to me, even if not to them, so I guess they'll have to content themselves with watching from however distance there is."
Fuck, Sean was going to kill him with his possessive streak. In the past, he heard about people complaining that it was lack or trust, a sense of possession, being treated like a thing. Usually the people bitching were women. Troy could honestly say that he didn't give a damn about any of that. In fact, it always made him hard on the spot.
The words, the hold, the hand on his ass. Yep, he was going to naturally combust and without Derek's power.
He looked at Sean with less grin and a lot more lust. "You'll just have to show them how very spoken for I am if they don't notice the rings. It's your game in there. I want you comfortable with whatever happens, because frying someone isn't good, and I'll do anything you want. Always trust you." He put his arm around Sean's neck and pulled him close for a heated kiss, leaving him breathless as they broke apart. "Let's show them."